The Making of Molly Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

The Making of Molly Pt. 02

... Molly is just going off a slip road onto a motorway when the text comes in and she asks Siri to read it.

Ally: Molly, I would eat a pussy like yours all day long

Being just onto the motorway, Molly struggles to focus on driving. She can't believe what she has just heard, he would "Eat a pussy like hers," did that mean he would eat her pussy? Damn those images now bombarding her, of the eve of her wedding day.

Beep Beep! A white van driver shakes his fist at her, as she had drifted into his lane. Her palms are sweaty, her pussy and nipples are now forming an alliance against her by twitching in sync, rendering her ability to drive a danger to herself and others. Slowing down to 50mph, she reaches under the hem of her summer dress to confirm that yes, she is soaking wet. Images of those nights they had together, firstly on her living room chair and then in the hotel before her wedding, flood her brain. "I need to get off the motorway," she says aloud.

She takes the next exit, pulls in at a lay by and takes a gulp of water. She reads the text to make sure she heard it correctly and yes, she had. Her pussy twitches again as she reads the words over again and, as if on autopilot, her free hand snakes under her skirt to stroke her pussy.

As trucks and cars thunder past, Molly sets the phone down on the central console of the car. She raises her skirt above her hips and slips her panties down and off. As she spreads her legs, she visualises Ally eating her, she gently ...

... starts to finger her clitoris, Exhaling a moan as she makes first contact with the excited nubbin. She has never been this turned on before as thoughts of being married and the perfect wife, wage war with the visions of her brother between her legs

Realising she's soon going to have a problem, she reaches into the back of the car and grabs a blanket off the back seat. Positioning it underneath herself, she slides her fingers back down over her little pubic thatch and continues her sensual assault between her thighs. 'Nothing to see here, just your average gorgeous petite girl in a lay by, having a huge orgasm while jilling herself off, thinking about her brother.

She cums hard, one hand bracing herself against the steering wheel while the other fingers her vagina to a pulsing orgasm. As her body calms and stops jerking in pleasurable aftershocks, she says aloud, "What's wrong with you? You just had sex this morning!"

Meanwhile, Ally is at home now shitting himself that he has sent a text too many. It's too late to change or delete it. The 2 blue ticks tell him that she has already seen it.

Back in the car, Molly's orgasm has just taken the edge off, as inappropriate images still flood her mind. She still tingling, her breath, ragged, She needs to compose herself for the remaining 20 minute drive home. She looks at the texts again and reads over and over, just one little question swirls around and around in her head.

Ally looks at his phone again, and sees with ...