"Where to?" he asked.
"Anywhere." Where could they go? She was only a freshman and didn't know the private places, the area make-out roads. She cursed herself for not dating students more.
"Want a pizza?" Larry asked. He evidently suspected what she was leading up to, but didn't want to take it for granted.
"No," she answered. Her voice was soft and husky. Suddenly she was glad she had on a skirt and blouse instead of her usual jeans. "Let's just go someplace… quiet. Where we can talk."
"Talk?" Larry croaked. "Okay."
The way he said it made her afraid he thought she really did mean talk. Her chest tight, she toyed with the buttons on her blouse. She didn't want him to make any mistake about what she wanted. Her loafers thumped to the floor of the car. She slid one foot across the seat and gently rubbed her toes along his thigh. He shot her a tense glance. She released the first button of her blouse.
She leaned back against the hard knob of the window crank. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples burned as they rose and fell against her blouse. She undid another button, and another. Soon, her blouse was open to the waist.
"Turn the heat up," she urged softly. Then she gave him a tantalizing glimpse of her breasts as she writhed out of her coat. She threw it casually into the back seat. His hand shook as he leaned forward and adjusted the heater. The fan blew gusts of warm air around her, stirred her soft hair.
When she slid over next to him, her skirt rode up high on her thighs. She tucked herself against him and slouched low as his arm went around her shoulder. She nuzzled her head against him, then reached up and gripped his fingers with her right hand. She put her left on his thigh.
He gulped. "Are you sure?" he gasped.
She eased his fingers down to the soft swelling of her breast. He fingered her nipple through the loose cloth. "I'm sure," she answered. "I've had my eye on you for a long time," she lied easily.
His fingers pinched the nubbin of her tit, made hot sparks flare through her. When he began to push her blouse aside, her chest tightened and her pussy clenched. She let her fingers trickle up to his cock. She inhaled sharply when she felt his shaft. It was enormous!
His fingers touched her bare nipple. She whimpered as flames lashed through her. She squeezed his monster cock through his pants. The car swerved on the dark road and he laughed nervously. "Watch it, or you'll kill us before we get there."
"Drive carefully," Clara urged softly. She found his zipper and eased it down. He squirmed and wriggled as she dug for his dick. Her fingers closed around the rock-hard shaft and levered it out of his fly. It felt like a telephone pole! His fingers clamped down on her naked breast. She moaned delightedly.
She wanted, suddenly, to be naked. The little that she had on felt confining, suffocating. She tried to get out of her blouse without dislodging his hand from her breast, or hers from his dick. He sensed that she wanted and released her tit just long enough to help her out of the right sleeve. Desperately, she let go of his pecker and shed the blouse. It fell into a rumpled tangle behind her. The lights of an oncoming car swept over her bared chest, picked out the pale globes and the perky points.
She humbled with the zipper of her skirt, then shoved it and her panties down. They wound up on the floor of the car. She was naked. She curled her hand around his cock again and let him fondle her naked breasts. She felt pussy juice drying on her cunt lips as warm air from the heater blew up her naked thighs. She slid her right leg out to the side and straightened it, opened her snatch to the hot gusts from the heater. Then she reached up over head and fumbled for the switch to the light.
Suddenly, she was bathed in a yellow glow.
Exposed and naked and wanton, she lounged beside Larry as he drove through the night. Cars swept towards them, bathed, her with their headlights, then blazed past. She pumped her fist on his mammoth cock, coated her palm and fingers with his juices.
"How long?" she asked desperately.
"Few minutes," he grunted, flicking the turn indicator and steering the car off onto a narrow back road.
"Hurry," she urged, squeezing his cock. Then, twisting, she squirmed down and drew the throbbing knob of his dark into her hot mouth. She bathed his thrusting shaft with her tongue. As he pinched her breasts, then slid his hand down to her ass, she began humping her hips gently.
She remembered getting cock up her butt as Hemlock House and thought of taking Larry's mammoth tool up that same tight road. She recoiled with terror. She wouldn't dare even try! Would she?
She smothered that thought by stuffing herself with cock, squirming it to the back of her mouth. She gagged. The car lurched, swerved around a turn, and she found that she had swallowed the head of his prick! Her stomach heaved. She choked and backed off.
"Sonofabitch," Larry groaned as his cock suddenly erupted in her mouth. The unexpected fountaining caught her off guard, flooded her mouth before she could swallow. For a moment she was drowning in goo. She sucked and swallowed frantically as he spouted.
"Awwww, shit!" Larry cursed as his balls pulsed their load into her slurping mouth.
Clara fondled his spouting dick and caressed his pulsing balls. As she savored his salty jizz, her guts coiled with the knowledge that this could turn out to be a good thing, rather than a disappointment.
When the car slammed to a halt in the darkness, she barely managed to avoid biting his jutting dong. Carefully, while he panted, tried to catch his breath, she licked off the last creamy drizzles of cum.
Then, still holding his shrinking dick in her hand, she came up for air.
"Jesus, I'm sorry," Larry moaned miserably. "That caught me totally by surprise. I guess… I guess it's been too long since I've had a girl," he said sadly.
Clara gave his shrunken dick a squeeze and asked, "Have you ever had a girl?"
"Yeah!" he retorted, insulted. "Once," he added softly. "I'm not like you. I'm kind of inhibited."
Clara wasn't sure it was a bad thing, but didn't argue the point. "You heard?"
"Heard? About what?" Larry asked.
Clara decided he'd find out about the gang bang soon enough. "Nothing. What makes you think I'm not inhibited?"
"Well, stripping naked while we're driving through town is hardly inhibited."
"I guess not. And I'm still naked, aren't I?"
"Uh, yeah," Larry agreed.
"Why don't you strip, too?" she asked, watching his dick. It was beginning to show signs of life.
When he hesitated, she pointed out gently that she had already seen the really important part. There were a few moments of elbow-bumping awkwardness, and a jarring toot from the horn when he inadvertently leaned on the steering wheel. Then he was as naked as she was.
For a few tantalizing minutes, Clara kept away from him. She let him study her soft curves, her brown muff, the stiff points of her tits. Then, she began fingering her pussy. Spreading her smooth thighs, she slid a finger into her slippery hole. His cock responded gratifyingly by thrusting upward eagerly. It looked like it was a foot long!
Reaching out, she brushed the purple cap with her fingers. "Pretty big," she noted softly.
"Uh, yeah, I guess so."
"Too bad it's so cold," Clara noted.
"How come?"
"If it was warmer, we could go outside."
"We could move into the back seat."
"That's a good idea." She got up and started to climb into the back. She turned away from, waved her lush ass in his face. Then she eased one leg over so she was straddling the back of the seat. She knew she was giving him an unparalleled view of her cunt and her asshole.
When she paused, as if searching for a place to put her foot, he cupped his hands under her ass. When she gave him an encouraging smile over her shoulder, his fingers slid into her hot depths. With a delighted chuckle, she humped, told him to explore her slippery tunnel.