The Summer of Last Resort (5 page)

She then ever so slowly pulled off her panties and then slowly and sensually rubbed them over her belly, navel, breasts, neck, and lips, everywhere that I had shot my hot load. Her hands then returned to her pussy, and now she fully inserted two fingers, while rising up on the bed and rocking her pelvis. My balls were now tight and my young manhood curved upwards, the soft head standing proud and tall at the end of the hard shaft, every muscle in my body quivering - I was now throbbing uncontrollably, and I waited to savor the feeling. A droplet of fluid, preparing me for the delivery, slid from my tip and slipped softly down my member. I watched, helpless and whimpering as my girlfriend ground against her hand, her face and naked chest flush and red. Suddenly the light went out, and everything was silent.

The reason for the light going off was soon apparent, as I quickly heard the front door open, and then a pause and the sound of footsteps walking slowly up the gravel driveway. A car door opened, I heard the growl of the engine, and then the crunch of rocks under tires as the vehicle slowly backed out.

The Escape

I looked back at Maria's window, but the blinds were down and all was dark. I knelt there on the cold ground with my manhood hot in my hand, my body naked to the sky. I was just about to let myself go, when I heard the door open again - I froze, waiting to be discovered. My pickup truck was just down the street, so I started thinking of the best way to get out of here. I pulled up my pants and ever so quietly backed away into the deep shadows, and then, buttoning my jeans, started back for my truck, feeling pretty good with having slipped away from a tight situation. The night air was cool and refreshing as the darkness enveloped me. All I could hear were my footsteps and the jingle of my keys as I pulled them out of my pocket.

“Where do you think you're going?” a woman's voice whispered to me out of the darkness, and her hand grabbed my wrist as I reached for the car door. The alley where I parked was dark; no streetlight lit the narrow pathway out to the front. A red dot bloomed into visibility and then faded as the woman took a drag on a cigarette.

“I think I'm going home”, I answered, turning from her. She jerked my arm, turning me towards her. “Not so fast.”

I looked at her directly. She was about five foot four, with a medium build and dark curly hair. In the faint light I could make out her bright red lipstick-laden lips grasping that cigarette and scowling at me. She was wearing a black leather jacket, half-zipped, over a satin nightgown which smelled of whiskey and cigarettes, and the smell of sex was heavy between us. There was a long pause as she strained to look me over in the darkness and took a deep, long drag on that cigarette. I could feel her eyes going down, examining me in the dim light, noting my bare, sweating chest and pausing on the bulge in my pants that I didn't have time to fully button. She gripped my arm tightly.

“You're the boyfriend,” she said flatly.

“You're the mom,” I answered.

She jabbed a finger at my chest and hissed, “You'd better not be fucking her, you bastard!”

I grabbed her hand and pulled it away from me, and then pushed her against the car, leaned forward and pulled the cigarette out of her mouth with my other hand. “And who were you fucking tonight, my dear?” I said, with my face inches from hers, with all the bravado I could muster. I felt my pulse racing and my palms started to sweat.

Her eyes narrowed even more, and then with her free hand she slapped me in her face. I twisted her other hand behind her back and pressed my body against hers. She was warm and I could feel her heart racing in her chest. Her full, soft breasts pressed warmly against my chest through her soft leather jacket. It was hot, but the metal zipper was cool on my bare, sweaty chest. Her other hand reached up to press me away, but I took her hand in mine and pressed it down.  She cast her eyes downward and I brought my lips up, grazing her earlobe “Did your date fulfill your ... needs?”, I whispered.

“I saw you jerking off, you sick fuck!” she spat the words out like they were burning in her mouth. “I should have you arrested!”

“Did you like it?” I whispered, and she looked up into my eyes. I took a drag off the cig, and coughed a bit.

“You don't smoke,” she said.

“No.”

She smiled. “You're not so tough”

“But I am hard.”

“I bet you are,” she said. She still was clutching my arm in one hand, and so I placed my other hand gently over hers, and, interlocking my fingers against hers, hesitantly, foreheads together, gently let her hand slide down my arm, and leaned forward, on instinct, as if to kiss her. I pulled her to me and pulled open her jacket gently. Her breasts were small and firm and felt good against my bare chest.

“You're hardly a man,” she whispered, as I guided her hand down over my unbuttoned jeans.

“Oh, I'm plenty hard for you,” I said, caressing her warm round ass through the sheer nightgown. I pressed her hand over my turgid member through the resisting fabric, and she felt the heat of my manhood in the palm of her hand, felt me twitching and throbbing with excitement at her touch.

“You better not have given Maria the shaft,” she said warily, as our foreheads touched together, and then, tentatively, our mouths came together in the briefest of kisses. Then, more passionately as our smoldering sexual frustrations were kindled by each other's presence. My heart was racing and I could feel my heart pounding deep in my chest

“What's going on here? This isn't me. But god, she makes me so hot!” I thought to myself.

“What's your name?” she asked, pulling away for a breath.

“Shane.”

“Shane?”

“Yes?” I replied, and as I turned from her she unbuttoned he top button of my jeans.

“This is so wrong... You know that,” she whispered while unzipping me

I nodded and looked back into her dark, wise eyes.

“Did you fuck her?” she asked, quietly. I shook my head. She took the cigarette back, took a drag, and then looked at me with her piercing black eyes, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“No,” I whispered. “But I wanted to.”

“I know. I know what it's like to be like that. Wild and out of control,” she whispered, pulling me close to her. “Like a wild animal.”

“Yes,” I agreed, feeling her arms around me, exploring me with her hands.

“You're ready to fuck me right now, aren't you, Shane?” she whispered into my ear and I felt her soft lips nibble on my neck.

I nodded in agreement and she kissed me softly. Her other hand slipped down and I felt her fingertip just brush the tip of my member.

“You could take me like a bitch in heat,” she whispered sensually.

I spread her legs with my thighs and reached down to guide myself into her.

“But we're not animals, Shane,” she whispered, pulling away from me. “We can control our instincts. We master our desires.” She closed her thighs and pulled her body away from me.

“Do you... are you in love with her?” she asked. What a question. I didn't know how to answer it.

“I... I don't know.”

“Then you don't. Don't hurt her, Shane.”

I nodded in agreement.

“Sometimes we need to be animals,” I said.

“Go on - Get in the car,” she commanded, while reaching around and opening the door for me and pushing me into the driver's seat. I closed the door and started the engine, and then, just as I was putting it in gear, I thought better, and unrolled the window and switched off. I opened my mouth to speak but she cut me off.

“Shane, it's OK. I know what it's like when you're your age... you're always thinking about sex, right?” I smiled and nodded. “You're dreaming about how it feels to be with a woman, about how she smells, tastes- everything. And all that lust is mixed in with actual emotion, actual love, but when you're young it's all a blur - sex and love.” Then she leaned into the car and whispered into my ear, “and I have to admit that you make me wet.”

Just then a pair of headlights pierced the darkness, and she swore and opened the door. “Move over, dammit!” she hissed as she slid in and closed the door behind her. The headlights swung towards us and she pressed me down along the bench seat of the truck and crouched down until the lights swung away and we heard the growl of the engine fade into the distance.

“Shane?” she asked, as she slowly rose up, straddling me.

“What.”

“Can you be good to me? To us?” she asked, leaning forward and pressing her warm, voluptuous body against mine, her lips warm and trembling on mine.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, there's a time to open your mouth,” she said, kissing me passionately, but only for a moment, and then, pulling away, she reached forwards and, pinching my lips shut, “-and a time to keep it shut,” meanwhile reaching down and releasing my hard-on from the confines of my jeans. I could feel my face getting redder and redder as I helped her take my pants off.

Suddenly I realized that she wore nothing underneath that nightgown and leather jacket, and that she was open for me, waiting for my love to join her. The air was redolent with the scent of our earlier lovemaking to other lovers and I felt dizzy with sexual longing and arousal. Her bare thighs were hot on top of mine as she reached her hands around my back while I pulled her forward and eagerly opened her jacket, parted that nightgown, and she arched her back and pushed her soft, pert breast to my eager mouth. She moaned as my young lips and tongue explored her small, firm nipples. Then she reached back and braced herself against the dashboard and roughly rocked her pelvis towards me, pressing my thick, swollen manhood hard against her sex like a wrestler pinning her opponent.

“You're a real bastard, Shane,” she said, and she gazed back towards the house as I felt her wet folds slipping over the length of my shaft. It seemed as though sadness, anger, and then, for a moment, I thought she was going to cry, but she steeled herself and then pulled me close.

“God, I hate you!, you bastard!” she blurted out, and at the same time reached down and quickly guided my member against her sex, rubbing it as if polishing a tool, and then, with a firm grasp, held it for a moment at the entrance.

“I hate, you Shane,” she repeated as a whisper, biting my lip hard, and then she sank down fully along the length of my shaft in one, quick movement. I couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy at how good it felt to be inside her. She rode me with deep, steady strokes, sometimes teasing me, sometimes pressed down hard on me, so deep that I could feel the firm tip of her cervix against my head. Her moisture was comingled with the gift she had received, perhaps unwillingly, from her earlier night visitor, and I could feel my turgid manhood forcing that hot wetness out and down over me, but now I was the alpha male, my seed must be spent within her, my primitive hind brain grunted, and I picked her up and thrust vigorously into the depths of her womanhood.

But then my forebrain butted in. This was supposed to be my night with Maria, dammit! I pulled out and tried to push her away but she raised her body up and pulled me into her.

“No, you don't get to save it, you hear? You don't get to be the good boy. You're not saving yourself for her. You're not good enough for her, you fucker. I'm taking your cum right now, boy, inside me. Right now, dammit! Push it in all the way!”

That pushed me over the edge, and I plunged deep within her, as deep as any man can go, to that fertile ground at the headlands of her womanhood. She wrapped her legs around me and I could feel an amazing sensation as she clenched herself onto my penis. “Cum in me now!” she whispered, and immediately I released my load once, then again, then again, in wave after wave, spurting deep into her, filling her with my warm love, and then she cried out in ecstasy as she came on me. I should have been wracked with guilt, but in the back of my mind I knew that Maria was just looking for the same thing I was then, a hot, willing body to slake the fires of lust within.

We rocked together that way for a long time, and then, after I slid off her. She looked at me for a moment, and then said, “here, let me show you how to do something.” She took my hand in hers and placed it over her smoothly shaven mound and guided my fingers into her. Her daughter had the tightness of a girl turning into a woman, but her mother's sex was like a full, ripe melon, redolent with juices and seed, muscular, complex, and pungent. Her love juices, comingled with my own seed, made her entrance as smooth as silk as I gently caressed her from inside. That night she showed me how to use my hands to make love to a real woman, how to touch her... inside and outside, how to make love to all of her, from head to toe, how all of her body was a sexual paradise, and how a man can awake the dormant tiger sleeping in the soul of every woman. She guided my hand firmly and together we brought her to climax, which quickly made me hard again.

“I bet you want me again,” she panted, and I nodded in agreement.

“Not so fast. You still owe me,” she whispered, and, pushing me gently down to the floor, she spread her legs up onto the dashboard as I knelt in front of her, her smooth, soaking wet vulva wide open, exposed to me.

I had never seen a woman so open and exposed like that before. Sure, I'd fooled around with girls in the dark, but they were coy and shy - but here was sex on a platter, served up hot and steaming for me. I knew she was using me and I knew I wanted Maria, but my head was swimming with her pungent scent mingled with my own as she gently toyed with my hair.

“Do you like my pussy?” she purred.

I moaned in agreement, and bent down to gently nibble on her sex.

“No... don't rush it,” she said, pushing my head away gently. “Kiss my thighs.”

I gently nibbled and caressed the inside of her thigh while gently stroking the back of her other thigh, knee, and calf with my finger tips. She moaned and arched her back.

“Is this what you wanted to do to Maria?” she whispered.

“Yes.”

“You want to go down on her.”

“Yes.”

“You want to make her cum.”

“Yes.”

“You've got such a nice, hard cock,” she whispered sensually while toying with my hair. “I bet it stays hard a lot.”

Her thighs were firm and hot to my touch, and she was alive to me, her body responding automatically to me.

“Are you hard now?”

I nodded as my mouth went over her swollen vulva and my hands reached for her firm, round breasts.

“Do you fantasize about doing this to Maria?” she whispered as my tongue began to explore her outer folds.

“Y...yes.”

“You're.... you're doing her now, Shane. Your mouth is on her pussy. This is what you've been waiting all this time for. You fantasized about this... you stroked your hard cock alone in the darkness, dreaming of this moment.... didn't you.”

She started rocking her pelvis in a slow, steady rhythm under my ministrations. I could feel her passion building again as she pulled me to her.

“You can touch yourself... I...I like that.” she moaned, “But you can't cum in her.” I didn't say anything.

Then, with anger, “You better not have cum in her pussy, you fucking bastard!”  she repeated, and I angrily pressed my mouth down onto her wet, swollen womanhood. Immediately I tasted her hot, salty, pungent sex, mixed with my own. At first I was startled, and pulled my head back, but then I felt her hands pushing my head back in.