Lolita 2013, Part Three
Copyright 2013 M2B
I was hot, sweaty, and nearly out of air when you finally opened the car trunk.
‘Sorry about that!’ you exclaimed, hesitating a little before sitting on the edge of the trunk and putting a hand on my leg. ‘You ok?’
‘Sheesh! Yeah, I’ll live, daph,’ I exclaimed, filling my lungs with the still-warm, pre-evening air while stretching out as best I could.
‘Quick thinking, though, suggesting I jump in the trunk when the police showed up. Close call, huh.’
You smiled down at me while glancing around nervously, your dress and hair delightfully rumpled. You’d parked on a quiet side-street and, fortunately, no one was around.
‘I’ll say. We still have to be careful, though. Was all I could to convince the cops not to escort me home like they wanted. That doesn’t mean we’re safe yet.’
Cock rose at the realization that I still had your panties in my pocket – to say nothing of the fact that you weren’t wearing them – and the way the sun was hitting you, I could just make out the curve of your mound. I wondered if you were moist, and I shifted my hips so I could reach into my pocket.
‘So,’ I groaned, propping myself up stiffly while fingering your still-wet panties, ‘what’s the plan?’
‘Well, I have to go home. No way around it,’ you smiled, noticing my gaze. ‘The police would be on me fast if I didn’t arrive there straight away, and besides, my folks are worried sick. So the police said.’
‘Hmm,’ I puzzled, drooping a little. ‘Understood, love. Guess I’d better get used to my confines…at least until we arrive home. Not that I have a clue what we’ll do then…’
‘…yeah…’ you said. ‘No, I expect the jig will be up by then and you’ll be sent off to prison or something.’ You smiled, and crossed your arms, letting one hand drift over your mound while trying not to stare at my increasingly uncomfortable bulge.
‘What to DO?’ I asked, a slight shake in my voice – not so much from fear (though that certainly was a factor) as from excitement, watching you watch me. Unzipping my pants, I finally released my cock, much to its relief.
Glancing around once again, you paused briefly before bending down. ‘Geeze, Alex, don’t you think we’re in enough trouble already?’ you said while raising me vertically and sucking me into your mouth.
‘…well, if this is the end, how about a ‘last supper’?’ you smiled, a glint in your eye as you looked at me sideways.
‘daph!’ I exclaimed, my hips writhing under your head. ‘A bit sacrilegious…aah…aren’t you?’
‘Mmm,’ you replied, cock now fully in mouth as your bobbed up and down on it. ‘I’ll say a few extra ‘Hail Marys’ at bedtime, ok?’
‘And I’ll…aah…make sure you do…’
Pulling your dress up over your hips, I dug my nails into your hips as you sucked. As you leaned into me, I pressed my fingers in-betwixt your cheeks, applying some cunt juice to your rose.
Just as I pressed inside your bum-button, I came, filling your mouth with cum.
‘Mmm!’ you said, allowing my sticky liquid to dribble from your mouth onto my crotch.
‘A last supper, indeed…’ you smiled, wiping your mouth with your hand.
‘See what’s come over me? What you’ve done?’
‘Saints preserve us,’ I sighed, I quipped, my legs cramping up again.