“OK, Daddy,” I said, gripping my seat with white knuckles.
“This isn’t like those piece of shit cars you drive for your lessons, this is a car you have to respect.”
Cal floored it and the engine gave a sound that I was sure, had I been able to translate car-speak to English, meant ‘at last’ and leapt forward so I could barely move my head from the headrest. I screamed at every turn and risky move, but the sound was lost in the wind until he reached the highway and brought it down to the speed limit.
I gradually brought myself down from hyperventilating to merely breathing heavily, while Cal looked as though nothing more exciting than a wall of paint slowly drying had happened in the last few minutes.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“For a drive,” Cal said, and then looked at me. “Take your seatbelt off.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“But… we’re driving?”
Cal’s hand shot out and before I knew it he had a fistful of hair firmly gripped at the back of my head, pulling me closer to him and speaking in a harsh whisper that was audible even over the rushing wind.
“Stop fucking around, Nova.”
I gulped and pressed the release, feeling the reassuring hug of the seatbelt loosen until I felt totally vulnerable. I glanced around nervously at the road ahead and to the sides, looking for any hazards that might spell the end of poor old Nova Thatcher, until Cal spoke again.
“Take the wheel,”
“Please, Daddy, I…”
“Right now, God dammit.”
With a shaking hand, I reached out and gripped the steering wheel, feeling all that power humming up my arm. I was sure the blood drained from my face as I stared through the windscreen, desperately trying to keep within the painted lines on the road that were the only barrier between us and death in a fiery explosion.
Cal was doing something with his hands in his lap, I could just detect movement in the periphery of my vision but due to the extreme concentration I was directing straight ahead, I couldn’t really see what. There was no mistaking the sound of a zip, though.
His right hand grabbed the steering wheel again and his left returned to the hair on the back of my head as I looked down in his lap. I was relieved at not being responsible for the car anymore, but wondered if I was jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire. Hanging out of the open zip was Cal’s cock, which wasn’t erect at the moment but even if I hadn’t seen it before, I would have known that it held the potential to be a real giant amongst dicks.
“Suck that cock, Nova,” he said as if there was no other option for me.
With gentle pressure from his hand, I brought my head towards his lap, but the angles were a bit uncomfortable, so I paused to turn and bring my knees up on to my seat, making it much easier to lean over the centre console. Bracing my hands on said centre console and his thigh, I nuzzled the end of his cock, feeling its warmth and weight on the tip of my nose.
My tongue snaked out and I curled it around the head of his dick, pulling it into my mouth so I could wrap my lips around his girth and suck it in. I swirled my tongue all around it, making it nice and wet as I took the entire thing in my mouth, it was never that easy when it was erect, that’s for sure.
In my mouth I could feel Cal’s magnificent cock swelling up, seeming to grow in pulses as I licked and sucked at it until, despite my best intentions, I couldn’t fit the entire thing in my mouth anymore and my lips were pushed back from the base. I concentrated my efforts on the very tip, flicking my tongue back and forth across the ridge, making him throb towards full mast even quicker.
Before I knew it I was at the business end of Cal’s hard cock, bobbing my head up and down to feel my lips bumping over the fat ridge of his cock until it hit the back of my throat with a squelching impact. Cal’s hand was still firmly holding the hair at the back of my head and I felt him slowly increasing the pressure with each thrust of his shaft into my mouth. I fought hard against my gag reflex, but the angles were more difficult than any of the previous occasions when Cal had impaled my face on his huge erection and I was forced to pull my head back, coughing furiously.
When I looked up through watering eyes, I saw a bus load of faces staring down at us with expressions that ran the full gamut of emotion from morally outraged to indifferent to enthusiastic support. Cal was ignoring them as convincingly as if they didn’t exist and took his eyes off the road for a second to glare at me.
“I didn’t say you could stop, Nova, get the fuck back down there.”
My cheeks burned red, I couldn’t believe what he was making me do. I’d only had sex a couple of times and now I was being forced to give a blowjob in front of a crowd. The Porsche could easily have passed the bus, but Cal held pace with it until I stopped resisting and he guided my head back to his lap, his thick cock parting my lips once more.
The few moments in the open air made Cal’s cock feel incredibly cool before my hot mouth warmed it right back up again. I did my best to forget about whoever might be watching and concentrated on the task at hand, which was making this incredible dick feel as much pleasure as I could give it.
With what I thought was a sensational display of mind-over-matter, I managed to force down my gag reflex. My throat relaxed to the point where Cal was able to force the head past the tight opening and the relief was palpable. As always, the start was the toughest part, and once the initial discomfort was past, I felt a surge of triumph, I wasn’t even sure if the cheering I heard was from the bus or just in my mind.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Cal breathed and I heard the engine rev as the car leapt forward again, leaving the noise of the bus far behind.
I smiled as best I could around Cal’s thick member, I felt strangely empowered at being able to take a big cock like this and make the man who, until recently, was one of the most eligible bachelors in the world moan in pleasure. Between my legs I felt the tell-tale tingling sensation that was my first hint that I was getting wet.
I had to wonder what people in other cars could see as I continued bobbing up and down on Cal’s stiff rod. The hair at the back of my head, still bunched up in Cal’s fist would probably be high enough to be visible at the bottom edge of the window every time I pulled back. With another hot flush I realised the hem of my short skirt was probably high enough to expose the crotch of my panties as I knelt over the centre console. Every car we passed was getting a glimpse of my, possibly wet, underwear as we drove along.
After deepthroating in front of an entire bus, the thought of my scantily-clad pussy being on display held little fear for me and I began sucking Cal’s cock with even more enthusiasm, moaning directly on to his hardness. My Step-Father pushed hard on the back of my head, forcing my lips past the zip of his pants until they were around the base of his cock, right against his body. I had to raise my ass even higher in the air to accommodate the massive girth being shoved down my throat, and that’s when I heard some expert commentary on the situation.
“ROOOOOAAAAAD HEAAAD!”
When I couldn’t breathe anymore, I managed to get Cal’s cock out of my mouth for long enough to look over my shoulder while panting for air. Keeping pace with us was some trucker driving a big rig, spending just as much time with eyes on us as on the road ahead. When he saw I was looking he yanked on something hanging from the ceiling in the cabin of his truck, which made a cluster of air-horns blast out the tune to ‘la cucaracha’.
Cal laughed and brought my mouth to his hard rod again, when he was firmly embedded in my face once more he let go of my hair and I felt his hand roaming down my back until he leaned over and lifted my skirt up, resting it on top of my ass before slipping his fingers under the waistband of my panties. Gliding closer and closer to my sex, I couldn’t help but blush again as my billionaire Step-Father was about to grope my most private of places in front of some random trucker.
My ass gave a little involuntary wiggle, half from my instinct to prot
ect my pussy from prying eyes, and half from wanting to squirm closer to Cal’s fingers. The net result was that I went effectively nowhere and it wasn’t long before I felt one of Cal’s digits sliding along my slick folds, right over the entrance to my pussy until he’d reached all the way to my clit.
I gave a little yelp around his cock and continued sucking, the truck driver all but forgotten. The only things that mattered in the world were his dick, my pussy and our mutual pleasure. I let out a soft ‘mmmmm’ when his fingertip, lubricated by its recent voyage along the surface of my honeypot, began flicking from side to side, driving pleasure into my body with every stroke.
I took Cal deep into my throat again and reached into the warmth beyond his zip to cup his balls, gently squeezing and rolling them as his length repeatedly slid past my lips. I could feel the heat and weight of those balls, filled with the sperm that would, inevitably, one day get me pregnant, changing everything forever.
Cal floored it again, leaving the somehow disappointed sound of ‘la cucaracha’ fading into the distance as he began thrusting upwards to meet me with every downward motion of my head. His cock felt like it was going to explode any moment, so I pulled off and looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes.
“Don’t waste it, Daddy, this isn’t how you make babies.”
“Holy fuck… just go slow,” Cal said, not taking his own advice at all as the Porsche seemed to gain speed.
Supporting my weight on my forearms across his thigh, I gripped his long shaft with two hands, leaving the head and top end sticking out the top. I took him back into my mouth and carefully kept my pace down, despite Cal’s continued manipulation of my most sensitive little bud between my legs making me want to do everything at breakneck speed.
My pussy had made a sopping wet mess of my panties by this time, and Cal’s skilled fingers brought me closer and closer to orgasm until I couldn’t hold it back anymore. My whole body tensed up and I sucked on the tip of Cal’s cock as hard as I could until I pulled my head back and it popped out of my mouth with the wet sound of suction being released.
My body buzzed with ecstasy as my climax rocketed around inside me, tumbling around in my stomach and making the walls of my pussy quiver with need. I held Cal’s rock-hard cock against my face, the combined lubrication of my saliva and his pre-cum smearing all over my cheeks as I moaned like a whore, his whore, with my head in his lap.
As if they hadn’t had enough abuse already, my orgasm had brought forth an additional gush of slick pussy nectar, absolutely inundating my panties until I felt my own juices trickling down my legs. Somehow my only concern was about ruining the upholstery in my new car, but I was too breathless from my orgasm to do anything about it, instead I simply admired Cal’s hard, glistening, cock from up close.
All I could see of the world around me was car, manhood and blue sky, but we appeared to have slowed down a bit. At some stage we had clearly left the highway and now Cal was making lefts and rights through intersections while one finger still traced lazily around my wet slit. The first bump took me by surprise and again my first instinct was to say that my convertible was not meant for off-roading, but I managed to keep myself quiet, instead choosing to concentrate on the gentle massage he was giving my outer labia.
Finally, after a few more bumps and jolts, the car came to a halt and Cal pulled his hand away from my pussy, giving me a firm spank on the ass before turning the car off.
“Get up, Nova, Enjoy the view.”
I sat up, my head spinning a bit from being bent over for so long, and had a look around. I had no idea where we were, but we were parked on a small grassy hill overlooking, on my side, a beautiful, and completely deserted, beach with nothing beyond it but shimmering blue ocean.
“You couldn’t have picked a car with a back seat, huh?” Cal asked.
“I liked this one, Daddy.”
“I have a feeling I’m going to like it too, once I’ve fucked you good and hard in it. Wind that window down and bend over the door.”
I pressed the button that made the window go down and looked around apprehensively. The beach was mysteriously abandoned at the moment, but how could we guarantee it would stay that way while we were fucking? It was one thing to give a little show to the occupants of a bus or truck who couldn’t possibly catch us, but I didn’t want a random person coming up and doing something to me.
“What if somebody comes?” I asked.
“That somebody will be me,” said Cal. “Other than that, it’s a private beach, nobody else is allowed.”
Turning in my seat I bent over the top of the door, bracing my hands on the side as I presented my ass to my Step-Father. My skirt flipped back down to barely conceal my panties in the process, but Cal raised it up over my back once more and soon I felt him pull my wet underwear down to my knees.
The cool air, moved by the sea breeze, wafted around, feeling cool on my newly exposed skin as the passenger seat shifted under me while Cal adjusted his position. I looked out over the beautiful scenery as I awaited the inevitable, almost holding my breath with anticipation.
Finally I felt the fat head of Cal’s erection probing at my pussy lips and I moved back against him a fraction of an inch, trying to get him inside me when it was properly aligned, but he teased me with it, moving back and continuing to stroke my folds with his throbbing member until my natural lubricants were all over him. Seemingly satisfied, Cal finally returned my eager thrusts with one of his own, my outer labia stretching around his girth.
Once my pussy lips accepted the fattest part of the head and slipped down to caress his shaft, Cal moved his hands to my hips and grabbed on tight. The strength of his grip gave me a fraction of a second fair warning about what he was going to do, my instincts proving correct when he slammed his entire cock into my depths with one powerful motion.
The slap of his body meeting my ass combined with the sound of my grunt of effort as my teen pussy struggled to accommodate a cock of such size. I was still relatively inexperienced in sex, but being Cal Willis’ chosen one for breeding was like being thrown in at the deep end of a swimming pool, and I was determined to be a good swimmer.
Cal’s hand rubbed my ass cheek for a moment before giving me another firm spank, this time without my panties to get in the way.
Smack!
I sucked air in through my teeth and braced myself even harder on the side of the car, the sting distracting me from the exertions of my pussy for a moment before blossoming into a dull, warm, ache. Cal used the same hand to spank my other ass cheek, I felt sure that if I could see what he saw at that moment, his hand prints would be showing up bright and red on my pale skin.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
I finally gave in and yelped in pain, the feeling of his cock embedded in me providing an element of confusion. I didn’t quite know how to process the sensations, being impaled on a big dick felt great once I was used to it, but the spanking hurt… did it ‘hurt so good’? I wasn’t sure, but that didn’t matter to Cal.
Smack! Smack!
“Next time make sure you have a fucking back seat, Nova,” he said.
Cal’s hand returned to my hip and regained its strong hold as my hard-fucking billionaire Step-Father began pounding me for all I was worth, making the entire car shake from side to side despite the sporty-stiff suspension. It wasn’t long before my palms were sweaty and I couldn’t brace myself against the smooth paint on the door, I kept on sliding downwards.
I finally resigned myself to my fate and slumped over the side, my long blonde hair cascading around my face, shaking with every powerful thrust of Cal’s massive cock into my tight passage. At first I tried to restrain myself, I’d never had sex outdoors before, but I couldn’t hold myself back and soon I was screaming my pleasure with reckless abandon, trusting in Cal’s confidence that nobody would come along to interrupt us.
Now that my hands were useless for propping myself up, I reached back with one and pressed a finger to my clit, pushing it ag
ainst the jack-hammering length of Cal’s majestic cock, feeling my pleasure increase immeasurably. Every thrust stroked my clit and made me feel like I was so full of his masculine presence that I was going to burst, it wasn’t long before I was screaming out my second orgasm.
“Fuck me hard, Daddy!”
I squeezed my pussy down as hard as I could on Cal’s girth, pushing my clit even harder as my Step-Father grunted in response to the increased friction. Blood rushed to my head and I felt positively dizzy as my climax hummed in my ears, drowning out the distant sound of waves crashing as well as the nearer sounds of our bodies slapping together.
In the midst of my pleasure I felt Cal thrust deep into me and release the first huge spurt of his semen, pulling out and slamming it home again before I felt the second spurt splashing my insides. Cal thrust in and out with short sharp motions until he had completely emptied his balls and, as with the previous encounters, I was amazed at the sheer volume of cum he was able to produce. I could hardly believe that I wasn’t super-pregnant already.
Cal pulled out and I was left hanging over the door with hardly any energy to even raise my head. A torrent of sadly wasted semen dripped down my leg and pooled on the passenger seat, finally spurring me to pull my panties up as a makeshift barrier to any more damage to my precious Porsche.
I brushed my sweat-caked hair back from my face and looked over to Cal, who was attempting to stuff his slowly softening cock back into his pants.
“Shame… about… the … upholstery,” I panted.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll have it as good as new for tomorrow when you’ve passed your practical.”
The monster between Cal’s legs finally receded enough to fit back in its normal resting place and Cal started the car again, turning it away from the beautiful beach. I told myself to keep an eye out so I could remember how to get back, it was so picture perfect that I knew I’d be spending a lot of my free time there.
Cal was mostly silent on the way home, and I was mostly concentrating on remembering the route, but then he raised his hand, one finger in there air, as if he’d remembered something important.
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