Designated Driver - Sex Stories

Designated Driver

... treatment and let loose a torrent of cum. I think it surprised her and she choked a little bit on it. She swallowed a lot of it but some escaped and dripped down her chin and onto her shirt. “Oh fuck. I got cum on my blouse!” She laughed and began unbuttoning her shirt. I was really embarrassed I had cum so quickly but she seemed completely unphased. She peeled off her shirt and reached back to unhook her bra, freeing her small but still perky breasts. This was the first look I really got at her all night. She was very slim and in great shape. For a forty-five year old woman, she had a body most of the girls in my classes would kill for. “Get in the back - hurry,” she commanded and hopped between the front two seats into the small back seat of my Honda Civic. I followed her back and her hands were on my shorts before I could even get settled, pulled them down, along with my boxers. My head was spinning - where was this going? I couldn't believe what was happening but Kristine was in complete control. Her long black hair half-covered her face but the desire in her eyes was unable to be masked. She pushed me back against the passenger-side door and finished pulling my shorts off. She leaned back against the opposite door, raising her hips and wriggled out of her jeans - leaving her in just some black thong panties. Her jeans bunched around her knees and that seemed to be good enough for her. She left them there and maneuvered herself so she was kneeling, facing me and went back ...

... to work on my cock. It had slightly softened after the blow job but she had it back to life in no time. As she sucked, she went back to work on her jeans and managed to get out of them without losing contact with my dick. “Alright, big boy, time for me to get mine.” She pulled away from my penis and leaned back in the seat, spreading her legs. “Get down here and lick my pussy. I know you’ve never done this - just give it a shot.” I dove in, hoping my enthusiasm would make up for my lack of experience. I tongued her vagina with all my heart - licking every square inch, sucking and probing. She squirmed and moaned so I must have done a decent job. After about five minutes, she pulled my face to hers and gave me a deep kiss. Her juices were all over my mouth and she seemed to love it. “Mmm, I taste so good. Don’t you think?” she said in the hottest tone I’d ever heard outside of a porno. “Alright, time for the main event. Lay back.” I laid back and she grabbed my cock again. She gave it a few tugs, getting it back to peak hardness. With that, she straddled my hips and lined up the head of my prick with her dripping wet pussy. Slowly, she began her descent. She was tight. She must not have been lying about never getting fucked by her husband’s small cock. “Oh my god - I feel so full!” she moaned. “I’ll be damned if I don’t get this entire thing inside me though!” She kept working her pussy, grinding it down on my cock. Nothing had ever squeezed my dick like her pussy was. It was ...