Sara's Car Trip Ch.5 - Sex Stories

Sara's Car Trip Ch.5

... cock buried into her puss. She was just sitting in my lap, my arms around her waist. I was buried up inside. The head of my cock lay right in her belly. I could feel the plug pushing against my cock. She looked back, "Want a sip of your beer?" I nodded, took it and sipped. "Your such a good daddy. I like when we do things together." She began rocking herself forward and back against me, I could feel myself sliding into her. Her hairless pussy drinking me in, her open legs and skirt fallen around us. I began to reach with my cock up into her, pressing, lifting up off the seat, hooking my feet around the legs at the wrung around the stool. And pressing into her, pulling her back against me, grinding myself into her. I held my mouth at her ear, "I'm so hungry for you." "Your fucking me." "Mmmm." And I could feel the heat rising between us, her lips were red, our cheeks mottled. Our breathing becoming these gasps as we slid ourselves together. When, out of the corner of my eye...Dad! At the bar. "It's dad." I whispered. Sara, sliding, lifting her head up letting the hair fall down her cooed, "Mmmm I know." I said, "No! Dad. DAD. Over there, look." She turned her head, she froze. They were sitting at the bar, dad and mom. Dad always sits at the bar. What were they doing here? We leaned back further, held against the wall. Amazingly, Sara was still sliding her little cunt on me. I could feel my length sliding up into her and then feel the tip of my cock touching at her opening, ...

... and then she was backing herself sliding me all the way in again. Very slow, this steady rhythm. We were fucking, our folks not twenty feet away from us. She whispered back, "They can't see us." "The hell they can't." She looked back at me. "So pull out." Her eyes held wide, this mournful little look. A little pout. I didn't move. She pushed herself back again, as I impaled her. She gave me a little bump, "Didn't think so." And we continued to let our bodies slide together, as I stroked her soft skin. Reaching beneath her jacket and squeezing her breasts, letting her press and fuck back on me as I sat in the chair, pressed against the wall. I reached around and found her clit, began to rub, draw circles, fold the head back and press it, stroke it lightly. Her head went down, I know how she loved that. She whispered, "You little shit." I was going to make her cum. "I'm going to cum in you. Right here." "They're right over there." "So stop." She answered by beginning to move on me faster, and I continued to rub her clit, she breathed out to me, "I want to cum. Cum in me daddy. Oh god! So good." She was moving on me now with abandon. There were eyes fixed on us. She leaned forward, both our eyes on the back of our parents head. I fucked into her steady could feel myself start to spray into her, ribbons of cum filling her. I could feel my cock squishing into her, the sloppy slapping of our sexes as we fucked into each other, my cum spraying out. She was bucking back against me, I ...