If he'd been in control, that's what he would have done. But he wasn't. Not any more. Her hand on his cock was just too much. She'd only been jerking on him for a few minutes, but he already felt himself slipping. He felt the heavy sensation in his balls and the numbness in his cock. It was only a matter of seconds, and he'd be a goner. He had to do something, he just had to.
"Connie…" he moaned, slipping his fingers from her cunt and reaching for her jerking hand. He heaved his body up from the seat and half-turned so that he was poised over her reclining form. He meant to grab his cock from her grasp, aim it, and bury it inside her before he came. He might just be in time.
"Bobby, what's the matter?" she asked innocently, as if she had nothing to do with what was happening to him. Her hand shucked his cock evenly and didn't appear about to let him loose.
"Let go, for fuck's sake! Let go of my cock, or I'll spill my load all over you!" He swung one leg over her, and his knee scraped down the far side of her thigh. One hand gripped her shoulder while the other fought desperately to grab his prick.
"Spill your load?" Connie mouthed stupidly. He was almost on all fours over her now, and the full weight of his balls rested on her palm. The thick log of his cock squirmed and writhed in her pumping hand.
"Fuck! Let go, you stupid cunt!" he raved. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
A thick ribbon of silver spunk shot out from Bobby's cocktip. It hung in the air for a split second, then fell splattering across Connie's brown body. The white stream made an audible smack on her skin as it looped itself around one of her tits and snaked across her ribs. Cum shined brightly, in marked contrast to the deep golden tan of her flesh.
"I'm shooting all over you! I'm shooting!" Bobby cried hopelessly, still trying to grapple his cock from her fingers. He lowered himself between her outspread thighs, forcing his hips down so that his cock was within inches of her gaping pussy and his balls dangled in the crook of her ass.
But she wouldn't let him go. It was as if her fingers were welded to his exploding prick. She stared at his cockhead, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. But she pumped him still, even when his fingers clawed at hers. And now his prick was propped up between her legs, part of its shaft resting in the thick, blonde bush of her cunt hair. It twitched spasmodically.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Bobby chanted, watching with her as his cock emptied itself.
A long rope of cum shot up into the air, then fell splattering over Connie's other tit. This time, the cream bathed her erect nipple, making it gleam, before spinning off down her tit to her throat. The silver fluid collected in the hollow of her neck.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Bobby repeated. Now he gave up all attempts to retrieve his prick and simply heaved his hips back and forth, forcing it through the cradle of Connie's fingers.
Again and again, his balls slapped up against the throbbing wetness of her empty cuntlips.
Connie couldn't quite believe what was happening. She was getting covered in his cock juice, and there was nothing she could do about it. There was nothing she wanted to do about it. She couldn't have let go of his spitting cock to save her life. She was fascinated by it.
She watched as he drew back yet again, saw his prickhead retreat into the thick bush of her pubic hair. Then his cocktip split again, and another jet of white cum shot up her body, this one dancing across her skin as if shot from a gun. The huge streamer bounced over her lower belly, filling her navel to overflowing, then rode up over her stomach and ribs before diving through the deep valley of her cleavage. His jism drooled on to join the other pools of cum in the hollow of her neck. The silver cum trail divided her nude brown body like the centerline down a road.
"Christ! Oh, no!" Bobby wailed, shocked at what he was doing to his pretty young girlfriend. He hooked his hands in back of both her knees, forcing her legs to bend doubled. She had her thighs spread wide and her feet against the car roof. And, still, she pulled on his cock.
"So much stuff! So much!" she whispered, her first words in some time. "It's just pouring out of you."
Great strings of cum oozed out of his cock and drooled down over her fingers. It gathered like cobwebs in her soggy cunt hair. He pulled back a little so that he could watch the silver jism wriggle and drip down over her wide open gash of pink pussy flesh. He liked the idea that his cum was dripping from the soggy folds of her cunt. Her hand pumped more slowly, milking up the final dregs of steaming jism.
He stared down at her cum-spattered body, fascinated. She was drenched in jizz from her cunt to her neck. Long silvery ribbons of it decorated her, like icing on a cake. Lines of jism hung off her tits, made her nipples glisten. Streams of white crisscrossed her belly and dripped off her flanks.
Connie let go of his cock, and she began to run her fingers through the cream, massaging it into her skin.
CHAPTER TWO
For the next few days, Connie wandered around school in a daze. Bobby kept away from her, and this somehow didn't surprise her. He was obviously embarrassed at what he'd done in the car. After it was all over, he'd dressed quickly and driven her right home, not saying a word. But she could tell he was self-conscious about what had happened. He probably thought it made him less of a man, or something, that he'd come so soon.
What confused her more than Bobby's reaction were her own feelings about the hot session in the car. She'd given in, after so many months of resisting. She'd let a boy undress her and play with her tits and pussy. She'd let someone finger-fuck her. She remembered the expression vividly.
Not only that, but she'd allowed him to put his cock in her hand. She'd helped jerk him off, pumping his huge ugly prick until it exploded and spat thick wads of creamy cum all over her. She'd done all these things, after telling herself for months that she'd always save herself for that one special guy. And what was most disturbing of all, she'd actually begun to enjoy yourself.
It was true. She couldn't deny it. She could have stopped Bobby at any time, just as she'd done so many times before. Oh, he'd have been a bit more pissed-off than usual this time. She'd let him go further than ever before, after all. But she still could have stopped him before he had gotten her undressed. And she hadn't done it. She'd let him go on. She'd wanted him to go on. And she'd enjoyed herself.
This was what made her feel most guilty; not so much that she'd let Bobby undress her and had jerked him off, but that she'd started to enjoy the whole thing. Somehow, that seemed wrong. It was against everything she'd ever been taught. Sex was something special to be shared between two people who loved each other. It wasn't something to do all sweaty and guilty in the front seat of a car with someone you only dated casually.
Connie wanted romance. She wanted to be wined and dined. She wanted to fall hopelessly in love with some dashing young man and live happily ever after. What she had done in Bobby's car made this very clear to her. She was determined not to let it happen again. Her next relationship with a man would be deeper and more meaningful.
With this in mind, she began to make eyes at Mr. Dean, her math teacher. She'd had something of a crush on him for a long time. He was so tall and well-built and cute. And he was one of the few staff members who wasn't married. She knew this because she'd checked it out. Surely, he knew a thing or two about love and romance. Not like the silly boys her own age who were only interested in one thing.