"At the time I didn't have a doubt in the world," he said. "It's only after these things are all over that I start to think about how close I came to getting wasted. Teetering on the edge does something to me – charges me up. Makes me think I'd better live for today because the next gamble might not work out."
"Well, don't turn philosopher on me, I'll take your word for it," said, squeezing his prick to make sure it was at full strength. "As a matter of fact, why don't you just let your hard-on do your talking for you?"
"Where?" he eagerly asked.
"My tits," I surprised him. "They're the only part of me you haven't put your cock to."
After thinking about it for a few seconds; he seemed to like the idea. My naked body had a very persuasive effect on him.
"Oooooh, that's it," I moaned as he slipped his stiff tool between my heaving breasts. "I'll squeeze them together and you fuck them like they're a cunt."
Gently he began his stroking. He was as tender now as he had been sadistic last night. It was clear that we shared something we had not had before. More and more I was choosing to think of it as love.
Then, as the head of his dick struck my chin on its furthest thrust between my tits, he told me what I had been waiting to hear. "Angie, I can't be sure of this – because its never happened to me," he said. "But I think I love you."
My reply was the only sane thing for a woman to do under the circumstances. With the meaty end of my lover's beautiful prick throbbing in my face, I opened my mouth and started sucking it.
Now when Chinga moved his cock to and fro in the constriction of my jugs, the knotty head pulled my lips back and forth. What I was doing with the pliant collar of his foreskin started to make him whimper with pleasure.
Eventually he was fucking my tits so fast that his prick was like a piston. I knew he was on the verge of coming because I could feel his balls rolling against the underside of my mammaries. This time when he exploded he would fill my mouth. I could hardly wait to drink my lover's cum.
Interlacing my fingers in his, I helped him squeeze my breasts together even tighter. I wanted the pressure to be unbearable. My stomach was grumbling for jizz.
Within seconds, I had it. With all the friction I'd arranged, there was no way Chinga's cock could do anything but explode. He may have been horny to begin with – but I had made him into Superman.
Despite having flowed only minutes before, his sperm was as thick and plentiful as before. Correction: more plentiful.
I fought for every drop, but of course I couldn't swallow all of it. That which didn't warm my belly backed up in my breathing passages and leaked from my mouth. Before long my face was oozing cum. I felt like I was melting.
Then it occurred to me to lean forward and spit what was left of the jismn in my mouth on my tits. After all, they deserved it after fucking Chinga's cock so well.
When my jugs were blotched with lumps of spunk, I rubbed it in like body lotion. My throbbing nipples were a special point of attention.
The more I massaged myself, the better if felt. The tingling wouldn't stop. Pretty soon it had increased to the point where I felt like I had an electric coil in each breast.
"Hey," Chinga called for my attention, "stop playing with yourself and get back to my cock. It's still hard."
"Shhhhh," I quieted him. "I think I'm about ready to have, an orgasm in my tits. I want to see if I can do it."
"With my cum, you can do anything," he laughed, and began to help me knead my slippery nipples.
Then, suddenly, I ran out of breath. It felt as though I had two hearts, and each was ensconced in a breast.
"God, I'm coming!" I gasped. "Really coming in my tits. I feel like I'm having two heart attacks at once."
He just laughed. "Wait'll you see what I'm gonna do to your ass. My cock'll have you shitting the colors of the rainbow."
"Only if you do it to me like I was a dog," I quickly came around to his way of thinking. "I really want to feel your prick up my ass."
I didn't wait for his reply. In spite of the limitations of the back seat; I managed to turn over and get to my knees. Then, resting my face on the arm-rest, I hoisted my lily-white butt right under Chinga's nose.
I mentally pictured his nostrils flaring. It had been a long time since I had bathed and I was sweaty and dirty. The scent from my scummy crotch must have been a mind-blower.
"Stop taking pictures and fuck me," I teased him. "My ass is soaking wet for you. You can fuck me all the way on the first thrust if you really try."
"Mmmmmmm, I can see it," he drooled. I could hear his lips smack after he wiped off a leaking glob and noisily tasted it. "And it tastes even funkier than it looks. I love a woman with a wet ass."
"Then I'm your girl," I wiggled my specimen in his face. "My ass is wet for only one reason in the world – and that's your cock. So fuck me with it."
"It's a pleasure," he bit into his words. Then, jerking with laughter, he added: "Besides, it's the only way to plug up the smell. Baby, you are funky!"
"Flattery will get you everywhere," I replied. "But your cock up my ass will get yow even further."
"I know," he dead panned. Then he proceeded to show how much he knew.
As strong as a bull despite two recent ejaculation, Chinga ripped the cheeks of my ass even further apart than they already were and gored the horn of his prick into me. The tract of my anus jumped like a skipping rope from the impact of the assault. Even though the way was slick, obstacles of convulsing tissue abounded.
Quickly it hit me what was happening. Chinga was having trouble navigating my asshole because I was already coming there. Paradoxically, it was the rhythm of my anal orgasm that was keeping the hard-on I so desperately carved out of my shit-pit. I had gone all the way from being a frigid woman to being the female version of one of those premature ejaculators.
So I could temporarily stop coming, I purposely thought of something that was a total turn-off. Surprising even myself, I selected my life as a loyal housewife in the suburbs as my downer.
Yes, it was the pits tall right. Desperately trying to cool down my twisting asshole, I pictured my family assembled in the living room of our home. The dullness of their faces astonished me.
Tom's expression was such a blank. He looked so much like a… like a… like an insurance salesman. He was so predictable. How had I ever allowed myself to become captive in his prison of boredom when there was so much excitement in the world?
And the kids. They were there, standing alongside Tom. God, I hadn't given them a thought since I'd been kidnapped. Even now, as I mentally peered into their faces, I wasn't sure I could tell one from the other. Although one was a twelve-year-old girl and the other an eleven-year-old boy, both Bobby and Anita had freckled, snub-nosed faces, braces on their teeth, and straight blond hair that went down to their shoulders. Since both their wardrobes consisted primarily of t-shirts and jeans, their identities remained constantly merged in my mind.
Bobby and Anita were nice kids, but they were like vanilla. It wasn't that I didn't love them – but they were so bland. They were turning into their father. Frankly, with Chinga trying to stuff his big prick up my ass, I was terribly bored by them all.
"Oooommmppphh!" my outlaw lover grunted as he lurched across my back. "You sure straightened yourself out quick. Your asshole just went soft and swallowed my prick whole. Never seen anything like it."
"I know," I smugly cooed. "It's a little trick of mind over matter I brought into crime with me from my exotic past in the suburbs."
"Like maybe thinking about your dullsville life back in the straight world so you could turn off the climax in your ass long enough to give my cock a clear path inside?" he brusquely read my mind.