I took your hand and pulled you up the three steps and into the shelter of the dark doorway. You tilted my head back, kissed me, invading my mouth with your tongue, while your free hand slid up my thigh under my skirt. Your touch is so light on my skin that I shiver with... what? Anticipation, lust, need?
I suck hard on your tongue, playfully teasing it with the tip of my own until I feel your hand cup my pussy. My breath catches in my throat. My panties are already damp with desire, now with your touch I feel the tingle, the building lust. Your hand rubs there, lightly at first, then pressing harder. I hurriedly open my blouse and your shirt, moving so that are bodies are touching skin to skin, my small breasts crushed against your firm chest.
My nipples are so tight they ache, little hard points pressed against your warm skin.
I gasp as your hand moves my panties aside so that you may caress me, your hand moves over the now slippery lips of my pussy.
Using both hands, my mouth locked to yours, I struggle to open your pants, fumbling with your underwear, finally freeing you. Oh my! You feel so nice in my hands. Long, thin, but filling my small hands.
I stroke your cock slowly, grasping you with both hands. As always I marvel at the contrast all men present to me, the softness of the skin over the amazing hardness of the male sex organ.
Your skin is slightly moist from perspiration, and so smooth! I rub my left thumb over the head, finding and spreading a bit of moisture from the little opening around the head of your cock. My mind is whirling now as your finger moves up and down between my pussy lips, spreading my own moisture about.
When your finger slips between the folds of my pussy lips I moan into your mouth, feeling myself stretch slightly as you press on, invading me, anticipating the real stretch to come. I stroke you faster, feeling more drops of moisture escape from you.
With a twinge of loss, I pull back, breaking our kiss, feeling my nipples ache even more when exposed to the cool night air. I smile at your puzzled eyes, so softly brown and smiling, and without a word I swoop down, quickly inspecting you then taking you fully into my mouth. I feel your hips push forward as I savor the new and unfamiliar taste of you.
“He likes garlic”
The thought flashes through my mind with a mental giggle, then I bend to my task. I plunge my mouth deeper and deeper down onto you, each time the head of your pretty cock goes further into my mouth, until with a deep breath and some forceful relaxation, you enter my throat, down, down, until my nose is tickled by the blond hairs around the base of your cock. Holding you there briefly I suck hard at you, caressing the sensitive underside of your cock with my tongue. Your hands are clutching my head, your fingers entwined in my hair. I move my head as you push forward, to avoide taking you any deeper, and I move my tongue faster.
Finally, in need of air, I let you slip out of my throat, sucking my saliva away with a rude noise as I push you back. I look up into your face with a smile, my tongue constantly teasing, caressing, licking the tip of your cock, my left eyebrow arched.
Your face is so serious I have to giggle. Sex is not serious. It is fun.
Your hands release my head and move around and down, cupping my breasts, massaging, squeezing, rubbing your thumbs back and forth over my nipples, making me shiver with pure lust.
I am in a quandary. I want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock stretch my wanting pussy, plunging into me over and over until I come, until your hot seed pours out and fills my pussy. (filling a condom, I know, but a girl can fantasize, can’t she?) I lick you as though you were an ice cream cone, savoring you, considering.
You decide for us both as your right hand moves from my breast to my head and gently draws me to your cock again. I resume sucking you, massaging your scrotum gently with my left hand, making a circle of thumb and forefinger with my right that falls short of encircling your cock, all the while laving your cock with my tongue. Now and then I take a deep breath and draw you in deeply as before, sucking hard.
Your hips thrust forward harder, faster, the head of your cock feels as though it is swelling in my mouth, and I know your flood of hot, thick cum is very close.
You groan and my mouth is suddenly flooded with hot sweet sticky cum. I can’t help noticing the hint of garlic flowing over my tongue as I swallow reflexively, again and again, stroking you hard and fast, coaxing every drop of cum from you.
Swallow.
Swallow.
A quick deep gulp to empty my mouth as I fall behind your spurting, to keep your warm seed from dripping onto my clothes.
At last, your pulses of semen taper off, the pulsing of your cock in my mouth slows and finally ceases. I continue to stroke your shaft and suck, coaxing a final few sweet drops into my mouth before I release you, and smile a silly schoolgirl smile up at you.
You have your eyes closed at first, a half smile on your face, a look of satisfaction I hope.
Your eyes open and catch me looking up at you. Smiling, you raise me up so I am standing and pull me close, my breasts again flattened against your chest, you kiss me.
An extra ten points to you as a lover. So many men will not kiss me after coming in my mouth.
I start in surprise as you deftly move your right hand into my panties and again slip one finger into my pussy. My own juices begin to flow again, and I moan as your finger explores me. Then two fingers, and I feel tingles, little electric shocks emanating from my sex. Three fingers and I moan loudly, only to be silenced with your mouth as you kiss me again.
Suddenly I am in the air. You have picked me up effortlessly and carried me down the steps, your right hand still in my panties, your fingers deep inside me, making me insane with lust and wanting.
A car is parked at the curb. I find myself sprawled across the hood, my head thrown back, my thighs open, as you bend forward and fasten your mouth to my sex.
Oh!!!
Another ten points! You are skilled at this. Sometime, somewhere, a thoughtful woman has taught you how to please her with your mouth and tongue and fingers, as you now are pleasing me. I place my hands palm down on the hood of the car, and feel the warmth. The car was parked recently, and I pray and hope the owner doesn’t return in the next few minutes. I am close to coming, and will resent any interruption of my impending orgasm.
“Ohhhyesssss!” I urge you on with my moans, sighs and little cries.
“Yessssss, oh so nice, soo good” and “Yes, just like that, please don’t stop” and then:
“Ohhhhghhhhhhhhhhh”
I am wracked with my orgasm, the tidal wave of passion that I so dearly desire crashes over me, electrifying me, making me feel alive. My mind spins and and my body convulses.
I love this.
I feel the heat spread through my body. My nipples ache, my loins feel hot.
Just as I begin to slip down from my peak I feel you move, your tongue and hands leave me, and I am surprised as I feel the familiar sensation of a hard cock entering my sloppy, wet, wanting pussy. Holding my bare hips in your hands, you slip into me only partway, pull back then thrust again, a little further this time, then back, and into me again. I gasp, and raise my legs up and around you, my heels against your firm ass, pulling you into me, and…
“Ohhhh God please fuck me” escapes from my mouth.
You thrust hard, fast, straight, no science no technique, just a hard, fast, furious fuck, and I come again.
And again.
My hands beating a rhythm against the hood of the car, I come a last time in along delicious shiver. You suddenly stop thrusting, pulling out of my clasping pussy, and I am amazed as another pulsing jet of hot thick, sticky cum splatters my pussy lips, my tummy, and even my breasts.
My hands are busy, spreading this over and around, cupping my breasts, bathing myself in your semen. I taste you again as I put two fingers into my mouth and clean them.
You are holding yourself up with your hands, gasping, your face so red, your eyes all scrunched up.
“Hey” I call out. You open your eyes, and smile, looking at me splayed out nearly naked on the hood of a stranger’s car, almost covered in your sweet cum.
“My God, you may be the most erotic sigh I have ever beheld”
Beheld? Another ten points on general principle, as you obviously know how to read.
I take your offered hand and slip down off the hood of the car, my clothes in disarray. Looking backwards, I am amused at the almost perfect outline of my ass on the hood of the car, accented with drying splatters of your cum here and there. I adjust my panties and skirt, then tie my blouse loosely below my breasts. I look at my watch.
“Sweetie, I have to go. I want to go home and change (and bathe) before Midnight Mass”
You look upset. I stand on tiptoe to kiss you.
"Mike? Please call me tomorrow?"
"It's Mark"

Oh shitski!