"Thank God," she said aloud.
"What?" the driver said, grinning at her over his shoulder, his face sweating with anticipation.
Sharon laughed. "Nothing," she said. "Watch the road."
Poor man, she thought to herself. I've got him into a terrible state, and now I don't want to fuck him. In fact, I don't want to have anything to do with a prick at all.
But she would, she knew. It would be unthinkable to make him so horny and then leave him that way. She sighed, wishing the compulsion had left before she asked him to fuck her. If only she'd waited a few more minutes…
I'll suck him off instead, she decided. I can have him cuming in half a minute – and then my conscience will be clear.
She leaned forward. "Driver?"
"Yeah?"
"When I asked if you wanted to fuck me, I forgot to say where." She laughed apologetically. "I should have said I wanted you to fuck me in the mouth."
"Hot damn!" the driver said. "Holy hot damn!"
"Wouldn't you really rather fuck me there?"
"You kidding? God, yes!"
"And fuck it hard and fast? And give me a lot of nice hot cum to swallow?"
"Jesus, lady! You're driving me nuts, just talking about it!"
She smiled and sank back against the cushion. "Drive faster," she said.
CHAPTER FIVE
They had no sooner parked in the lover's lane in the wooded area by the lake than an unmarked police car drew alongside the cab and stopped. The cop on the passenger's side grinned over at the cab driver.
"Sorry to spoil your fun, Harry," he said. "But the Chief's angry about lovers getting ripped off out here. There've been a lot of stickups lately. No parked cars at all, he says."
"Jesus, Joe," Harry said. "Give us a break, will you? We'll only be here a couple of minutes."
"Tough," the cop said, leering at Sharon in the back seat. "You'll have to make it somewhere else."
Harry turned the cab around and started back the way they had come.
"It looks like it'll have to be my rooming house, after all," he said. "It's not far, though – only a few blocks." He glanced at Sharon in the rear-view mirror. "Christ, am I horny!"
"Can't you make this cab go any faster?" Sharon said. "I just can't wait to get your cock in my mouth, Harry. I can almost taste it, right now."
"Oh, boy!" Harry said. "Hot damn. Honey, I'm going to give you all the cock you can handle, and then some."
"I've never seen that much cock," Sharon said.
"Well, you're just about to," Harry said. "You just wait."
"Well, don't make me wait any longer than I have to," she said. "Hurry."
"You really like to gobble it, huh?"
"I love it."
"Jesus H. Christ! Man, this is my lucky day."
"You know, I'm beginning to think you really are horny."
"You kidding? I haven't blown my nuts all week. And I haven't had my cock in a woman's mouth in damn near a month."
She was beginning to enjoy herself. Harry was likable and amusing, and teasing him this way was pleasant and innocent fun. After all, it wasn't as if she didn't intend to blow him.
"Really?" she said. "A whole week? Why, that's terrible."
"You said it. I've been hurting plenty."
"But I'm glad."
"Huh?"
"That you haven't cum for a week, I mean."
"Why?"
"Because it means you'll have a lot of jism."
"You go for the stuff, do you, baby?"
"I can never get enough of it," she said. "Harry, my friend, I'm going to suck you dry. I'm not going to leave a single drop of cum in your balls."
"Well, you've picked the right boy, if it's jism you want. There must be a half-pint of it in there, at least."
"Wonderful. I wish it were a quart." Harry drew up in front of a big frame house with a screened-in front porch.
"I share a room with a couple of other drivers," he said as he came around the cab to open the door for her. "But don't worry. They're out hustling fares."
It was a large, pleasant room on the first floor, with a bed against one wall and a double-deck bunk against another. All four walls were almost completely covered with magazine pictures of nude and semi-nude girls. There were so many of them that, in places, they overlapped one another.
"Well, here we are," Harry said, starting to unbutton his shirt. "Strip off those clothes, baby."
Sharon smiled. "We don't have to get undressed," she said. "After all, you're just going to fuck me in the mouth, Harry."
"I know," he said, peeling off the shirt and starting to unbuckle his belt. "But I like it better when I'm naked. And I want to see what you've got too, baby. Come on, now, and strip."
She hesitated, then drew her dress over her head. It seemed a waste of time, for something that would probably take less than a minute. But then again, there was always the chance that some of his cum would spurt out of her mouth and soil her dress.
"God almighty," Harry said when she stood before him naked except for her sleek, thigh-high stockings. "Boy, are you beautiful!"
"Do you really think so?" she said, taking a step toward him.
"I never saw such tits and legs in my life. You sure you're for real, baby? You sure I'm not just dreaming?"
She laughed. "If you're, you're going to have an awfully wet dream," she said, looking down at him. "My! What a beautiful prick! Does it taste as good as it looks?"
"Why don't you find out?"
She reached out to take his cock in her hand. The thick shaft was so hard it was throbbing, the pink head swollen and glistening. His balls were drawn up tight to the root, obviously ready to burst with stored-up cum.
"Does that feel good?" she said, milking it gently.
"God, baby," Harry said, his whole body trembling. "Stop that."
"Why?" she said, smiling, stroking his cock a little harder. "Don't you like it?"
"Stop it, I said. You're gonna make me cum, damnit."
"Oh, my goodness!" Sharon said, taking her hand away. "Well, we certainly can't have that, can we? I mean, that would be a terrible waste of jism, wouldn't it?"
"You said it," Harry said, beginning to sweat. "I aim to shoot that first load down your throat, honey."
"Which is exactly where I want it," Sharon said. She took a pillow from a chair, dropped it on the floor in front of him, and sank down on her knees. The scent of musk was strong, and she inhaled deeply as she positioned herself on the pillow.
Harry looked down at her. "Jesus, I can't watch this," he said, and squeezed his eyes tightly shut.
"Why not?" Sharon said.
"I just can't stand it, that's all."
"You mean you're not going to watch me suck you off?"
"No," he said. "Watching somebody as pretty as you suck my cock is more than I could take."
"I never heard of a man not wanting to watch a girl suck him."
"Hell, I want to, all right. It's just that I'd be squirting my nuts before you much more than got started."
"But I like to have men watch me," she said teasingly. "Being watched is half the fun. Please, Harry watch me suck you."
He moaned. "Jesus. Stop torturing me."
"Besides," she said, "I'm not really going to suck you."
His eyes flew open. "What?"
"Did you forget? I'm not going to suck you. You're going to fuck me in the mouth. That's a big difference."
"You mean fuck your mouth like it was a cunt?"
"Sure. What'd you think I meant?"
"Well, I'm not going to watch it. You just put that thing in there, that's all." He shut his eyes again.
"Haven't you ever fucked a girl's mouth before?" she asked tauntingly. "Not even once, Harry?"
"No."
"I didn't think so. If you had, you'd know you can't do it right unless you watch what you're doing. Fucking a girl's mouth takes a little practice, Harry. That is, if you really want me to enjoy it, it does. You have to do it just so."