Roger Hurwell - Family Four-Play

Right. Drifting for a second,” he said lamely. “Yes, I noticed,” she told him, moving just a little closer to him. He didn't know why she was doing this to him. Tormenting him like any of the cock teasers in high school, she was moving just close enough to invade his private space and tell him she was available. When he saw her eyes dip down to his crotch, he almost blushed. That was something he hadn't done in over twenty years, yet he felt embarrassed when Denise noticed his erection. The bulge couldn't possibly have been due to anything else. The way his cock felt like turning cartwheels, he wondered that it didn't rip out of its cloth prison and go directly after the chick's hot bush. She was a foxy one, he had to admit.

Swallowing hard, he turned and walked toward the car she had pointed out. He heard her footsteps right behind. “Really, Don, I don't know if one that small will do me or not. I have some trouble getting my legs in and out of the tiny cars.” He turned and saw her raising her skirt. He almost came like a teenaged kid being promised his first lay. The sight of her slender legs slowly being revealed to him hit him like a bucket of cold water in the face. He found himself unable to look away as she slipped the skirt up her leg to show him ankle, then calf and knee and finally a goodly portion of her thigh.

It wasn't anything he hadn't seen before, but the way she did it was tormenting him. “Look, dammit, I don't know what game you're playing Denise, but…” “Game, Don? I'm not playing a game. I was just asking to see a car that wasn't quite as small.” “I…” and then he stopped. She was right. He was the one doing all the reacting.

She had pointed. He didn't have to see the white curves of her jugs as she did so. She had merely started to show him how her long legs wouldn't easily fit into a small sports car. He didn't have to interpret it as an open invitation to fuck. For the first time in more years than he could remember, Don Munday stood in confusion, words not coming to his lips, his mind racing and going nowhere.

Denise supplied the incentive for him as she bent forward to display her lovely knockers again. There was no way he could miss this wanton invitation. “I think we both want the same thing, Don. I got a kick out of leading you on like that. It made me even more-hot.”

“Why do you want me?” Don asked. “I mean, come on, you've got Fred and I can't imagine him not giving you… everything… you could want. If you know what I mean.” “I do. But where does it say a person has to be satisfied with just one other person? Can't I shop around a little and see if I'm missing anything? And can you think of anyone besides you who'd be better at showing me if I am missing out on something-thrilling?” She moved closer and he inhaled deeply of her perfume. It was subtle and accentuated the lovely odor of her own femaleness. There was no doubt in his mind now where this would lead. And he was eager for it. The way his prick was aching now told him that he'd have to do something about it and soon or he'd have a very un-adult problem and come in his pants. He look her in his arms and crushed her body against his. He was all too aware of the fact they were standing less than fifty feet from a busy street and in plain view of anyone caring to notice them. But the feel of her nipples poking into his chest, the way her tits flattened so sensually against him, the way her mouth eagerly sought out his, all told him to forget the people and concentrate on the teenager locked in his arms.

Her tongue boldly stabbed into his mouth and lightly flicked across the tip of his oral digit. She teased and toyed with him until his breathing became harsh and hot. “Let's go into my office,” he told her. “We can continue this in privacy.” Denise stiffened in his arms. “No,” she said adamantly. “I want to do it here.” “It?

Here?” he said dumbly, wondering what she had in mind. He suddenly worried that it wasn't the same thing he had intended doing in the quiet privacy of his office. “Fuck. Your cock into my cunt. What did you think I meant? And I want to do it out here. Isn't it such a lovely day?” “It's made lovelier by you standing here, but you can't be serious about fucking out here in plain sight. My God, anyone who stopped out there could get quite an eyeful if…” “Yes,” she hissed wickedly. “And doesn't that make it all the more exciting for you?” “Just having you so close is exciting,” he told her, his prick growing even harder in his pants. He felt that steely rod pressing hard against the prison of cloth holding it back. The prick was racehorse-eager to get into the starting gate. Nothing less would satisfy it now that it had hardened into a usable fuck stick.

“And it'll be more so when you fuck me in full view of God and everyone!” Her fingers unzipped his fly and allowed the cock to come tumbling out. She snared it in the circle of her hand and began to pump avidly up and down on the man's cock. He tried to take a step away from her to protest this, then found out he was her captive in more ways than one. She wasn't about to let loose of his prick. And he couldn't go running across the lot with his cock bouncing in front of his groin. She effectively had him rooted to the spot. And the warmth of her hand worked its magic on his prick, making it harder and more eager than ever to get into a nice, hot pussy and fuck like hell.

“Ummm, God, you're persuasive,” he murmured. “And I'm also mighty hungry for what I've got in my hand. Come closer and see if I'm not right.” She raised her skirt in front and he saw for the first time she wasn't wearing panties. That alone made him gasp. And the pressure she exerted on his meaty prong caused him to sidle up to her just as she spread her legs wide open for him. Guiding him upwards, his prick bounced off her blood-engorged cunt lips. He felt the heat seething inside her and a tiny drop of her fuck fluid leaked out and dribbled down the side of his pecker. “Go on, Don. I'm waiting. Oh, how I'm waiting to feel that huge cock of yours inside me!” She pulled even harder on him to show him precisely what she wanted. But he found it wasn't quite as easy as he'd thought it would be. She was almost a foot shorter than his six-foot-three height. He had to bend at the knees to get low enough to force his prick into her well-greased gash. That was fine once but simply didn't seem as if he would be comfortable doing it all through the fucking. “Turn around and bend over that car's fender,” he ordered. She looked a bit surprised and started to protest. Before she could, his strong hands clamped firmly around her waist and spun her around. He didn't allow her a chance to raise up. He came in close, the upper thighs pressing nicely into her well-fleshed buttocks. It was as if they were pieces of a jigsaw puzzle fitting perfectly together. “Ummm, yes, I see what you mean,” she cooed. “I feel what you mean!” Her body tensed as his prick sought out her cunt from behind. She widened her stance and thrust her ass back to give him the best target possible. Neither of them wanted him to miss the quivering pussy he was so avidly searching out. The blunted tip of his prick found the puckered cunt lips.

For a moment, he hesitated. The fluttery feel of those scalloped inner pussy lips made his cock tingle with enjoyment. He knew the pleasures waiting for him even deeper inside her twat. But he had to pause and look around to see if anyone was witnessing this public fucking.

He saw no one, but the idea that he had an audience out there made him even more excited. He didn't understand it. The thought of fucking in public should have turned him off in a big way. Instead, he wanted to get in the saddle and fuck the girl cross-eyed. He wanted to drive his cock so far into her body that it would scratch her tonsils.