by Candy Dance
Chapter Ten
“Oh no!” Lisette cried as she fell into the side of the beautifully restored automobile she’d found in the lower cargo bay. He knew. Rider knew she was real and that is why he'd called her a lying witch. Why he had been so angry. And why he'd given her to Kid to begin with! She was too upset to even wonder why or how Rider had discovered her lie. Right at the moment she could not decide whether she should try to hide from Rider or try to face him.
“Get off my god damn car!”
Lisette screamed at the suddenness of Rider’s appearance and she turned to face him as she cowered against the car. She could not help the instinct that made her try to shield her breasts and between her thighs from his sight. It was so different now that he knew she was real. The freedom of pretending was gone for both of them.
Rider stopped a pace from her. He was furious as he glared down at her and she cranked her neck upward to peek at him. Then his gaze suddenly shifted to her cheek and he blurted in a deep hissing voice, “He hurt you!” His big hand reached upward nearly touching her cheek, but then he dropped it back to his side with a jerky motion.
She cried out in reaction to his rejection, lifting a hand to her cheek as she turned away from him, unable to face the further glaring knowledge of her humanness. The front of her thighs pressed into the front fender of the car as her head dropped.
“Would you have ever told me?” Rider asked roughly behind her.
Lisette shook her head, unable to answer over the tightness in her throat as she fought her tears. She did not mean yes or no . . . she did not know the answer. But then Rider was there, aggressively butting his big body up against her body as he planted his fists on either side of her to pound the car fender once before the sound fell silent. He held her there slightly bent over. Her body began shaking at the intimidation, and she felt the confusing evidence of Rider’s arousal riding the cleft in her buttocks. Her naked buttocks.
“Were you ever going to tell me?” he asked again fiercely.
“I don’t know!” Lisette cried, and then she gasped as Rider’s powerful body shoved her forward. She was forced to brace her palms on the fender or go down onto her belly. The position reminded her of what had just happened with Kid, and she could not help it, she whimpered and began crying. “Please don’t hurt me,” she sobbed.
Shit. What the hell was he doing? Rider straightened, stepping back from Cherry with a jerk. A man had just tried to rape her . . . butt fuck her, and now there he was trying to intimidate her. His anger and . . . damn it to hell . . . his compassion warred inside him as he gazed down at Cherry. She had gone completely down over the fender, crying, showing the vulnerability of her shivering beautiful naked ass. He could see everything she owned from the slit of her dusky pussy lips peeking out between her legs to her cute pink ankle boots.
She was real! Everything about Cherry was real. He'd been too angry before to even think about the reality of this fact. Ever since he'd spotted the specks of blood on the deck in the kitchen attachment and he'd followed the evidence to a cut on Cherry’s big toe. He’d been stunned, barely believing the proof that he had right in front of him. It had been too incredible to believe, and then Kid had arrived before he could think clearly.
After that he’d been angry, turning into fury with his confusion. Why would a real woman do this? Was she trying to make him look like some kind of fool? He’d been vulnerable then and he didn’t like it. He’d been afraid that he’d embarrassed himself foolishly by believing Cherry was a machine. All the things that he'd done with her were embarrassing in this new light because she was real! She was flesh and blood with real thoughts and a calculating mind. He’d felt duped, humiliated, and embarrassed, but especially confused. All of it he'd hidden beneath deep simmering anger, until this moment when he was faced with the visual reality of Cherry’s own vulnerability.
“What is your name?” he asked gruffly, stepping closer to her. Unable to stop himself.
“L-L-Lisette,” she sobbed into her arms, which were folded beneath her face as they rested on the hood of the Mustang.
“Shit,” Rider hissed beneath his breath. He wasn’t cursing her name, but her weeping. He’d never known it before, but a woman’s crying was hard to take. He stepped even closer, until his thighs brushed Lisette’s naked bottom. “Lisette,” he muttered, parroting her name. Not knowing what else to say. It was a pretty name for a beautiful and lovely young woman. Why, he wondered?
Halfway resigned and halfway confused, he cleared his throat and he forced his jerky hand forward until his palm cupped some of Lisette’s short curly blond hair. Damn it, he'd always thought that he liked women with longer hair . . . and longer legs. Shit. The sad fact was he'd only been with a couple of real women in his life.
“Rider,” Lisette murmured with a weepy gurgle as she turned her cheek, then her lips into his palm. Hell, she was kissing his hands again. It slammed him in that instant, how close they had already been. How intimate.
“Shit, Lisette, what am I supposed to do?” he asked roughly, bowing beneath the pressure of his emotions until his nose touched Lisette’s ear as he bent over her back. Her lips were so tender on his palm and her tongue was damp and silky smooth.
“Make love to me, Rider,” she mumbled between her tears and kisses. “Please don’t hate me!” she exclaimed.
Make love to her? Christ, that was all he'd wanted to do since he'd first seen the cut on her toe. But he’d been afraid it was over. He’d been afraid that it would never happen again. “Pudding, I . . . ,”
“Oh! You called me pudding!” Lisette squealed, interrupting him even as she twisted her body, forcing him to straighten as she followed him upward. Lisette threw her arms around his neck with an exuberant hug filled with lots of chubby breast as she climbed up his chest. Her supple bare legs wrapped around his waist as her eager mouth clamped down over his lips. All thoughts of perhaps not doing this with a real woman fled his mind as his hands clamped over the firmly rounded globes of Lisette’s naked butt. He lifted her scorching wet pussy over the impression of his hard dick beneath his pants as she tackled his tongue.
“Mm-mm,” she mewled with her tongue deeply embedded inside his mouth.
They were feverish. They were frenzied as they attacked each other. It was as though they were in a race not to remember they were real, with an unconscious agreement made between them that they would fill all the questions with hot groping sex. Mindless. Torrid. Sex.
“Rider,” Lisette whimpered as she tore frantically at Rider’s shirt. The magnetic snaps popped open and she pulled, baring his hairy chest as she tugged his shirt down to his elbows. Her breasts, clad only in sheer silk, rubbed upward against the crinkling hair on Rider’s muscular chest as their tongues kissed each other’s hotly. Rider held her bare bottom, one cheek in each of his hands, with the crease of her bottom splayed widely as he rubbed her excited pussy over the outline of his hard penis.
“Oh, Rider. Mmm. Rider, oh!” she gushed, relinquishing his tongue as her head fell back and she curved her sex forward, humping the rigid outline of his penis. The material of his pants was damp and rough over the tender inner flesh of her pussy.
“That’s it, sweet thing,” he rasped as he nibbled kisses on her arched throat. “Tell me what you want, pudding. Beg me.” Rider used his tongue to place a long and slow hot lick from the base of her throat, up to the tip of her chin.
“Oh, baby,” she panted.
“I want you begging me, Lisette. I want you telling me everything you want,” Rider rasped as his big body stilled and his warm breath heated her ear. “Beg me, Lisette,” he whispered hotly into her ear.
“Lick me, Rider,” Lisette whimpered. “Lick my pussy.”
“God, honey,” Rider uttered roughly.
Lisette gasped as Rider lowered her bare flanks and her buttocks flattened against the cold metal of the automobile hood. Then Rider’s big body pressed her backward until her spine was curved over the hood.
She dared to look at him then, and found that his irises were as dark with passion as hers must be.
“Show me, Lisette,” he muttered. “Show me your pretty wet pussy.”
“Rider,” Lisette moaned as she bent her knees, drawing her calves inward, until the spiked heels of her boots rested on the hood. Rider watched her intently, as though each move she made was important. And it was. She needed to show him that she wanted him. She allowed her knees to fall open widely and she watched his gaze lower. Her chest heaved just from his gaze on her wetly splayed pussy.
“Please,” she pleaded as she brought her fingertips down to the lips of her pussy, catching each side as she spread the lips open. “Lick me, Rider. Please, lick me,” she begged, gazing at him with hot pleading eyes.
“Yes, sweet thing,” Rider uttered. “I’ll lick anything you want, Lisette, when you beg me so sweetly.”
Lisette moaned, her body squirming uncontrollably as Rider lowered his head and she could feel his dark hair brushing along her inner thighs.
Chapter Eleven
All thoughts of confusion, of being used, and of anger fled Rider’s mind when Lisette laid back on the hood of his Mustang and held open her pussy lips for him. Never would he have been able to imagine a real woman being so open and eager for him. The trust Lisette placed in him and the willingness she showed him wiped out his fears and questions for the moment. And that was all they needed, just this one moment, because Lisette was one sexy hot babe and he was ready for her.
So ready . . . he'd never felt as hard or as aroused or as invincible as when Lisette looked at him so passionately. God, she was real. That thought nearly took him to his knees for more than the relished act of tonguing Lisette’s pretty pink pussy. A man could keep a real woman. Having a real woman could mean a lifetime. Love? Maybe real love, not something to be embarrassed over because you had fallen in love with a machine.
“Oh hh hh! Rider! Lick me some more. Oh, baby, please!”
All thoughts fled Rider’s mind with the sound of Lisette’s passionate squeals and with the sweet hot taste of her on his tongue. The folds of her pussy were swollen and flushed. They tasted salty and tangy as he licked, returned, licked, and returned again for more. The delicate flesh quivered against his lips and tongue as Lisette’s pelvis shivered, and then he licked her clit.
“Oh, Rider! Oh! Oh!” she cried with her inner thighs flexing wildly.
“Yes, baby,” he uttered, flicking his tongue faster now over her clit with a new side to side motion.
“Oh! Please, please!” Lisette cried mindlessly, making him smile. She liked the new motion, he could tell as he whipped his tongue faster and faster to her sexy cries of pleasure. Then when he had her gasping wildly, he brought one of his fingers forward and he played with the shivering opening to her vagina.
“Oh hh! Ohh!” she squealed, raising her ass upward to balance on the back of her shoulders and on the heels of her boots as he screwed her with one finger, while he flicked her clit hard with his tongue. He had to follow her gyrations, but he kept up with a nose full of curling blond pubic hair and two fingers that were dripping wet. Christ, she was hot for him.
He felt her climax beginning on his mouth and over his fingers before her scream shattered the cargo hold. Yes! He wanted to shout it felt so good, but he kept his mouth working and his fingers plunging inside her until she whimpered one last time and her body relaxed beneath him.
He slowed then but he did not stop. He took time to kiss her pussy slowly, pretending it was her mouth, while he circled his fingers in her tight vagina, stretching and easing the walls slowly. Lisette’s fingers tunneled through his hair with slow strokes as she murmured soft sounds of pleasure. Now he knew how to take a virgin. All a man had to do was care for the woman and the rest would follow.
Lisette watched Rider lift his head, and then straighten his back, rising until he stood over her. He let his shirt slide off his elbows, wrists, hands, and then fall to the deck as he gazed down at her. They would make love now, a complete joining. But she couldn’t. Not without telling him.
Her bottom lip quivered as she watched him reach for the snap on his pants. “I might get pregnant!” she blurted, turning her face to the side, not daring to see his response.
“You are not protected?” he asked slowly.
“No,” she mumbled with her gaze still turned to the side. Then she felt Rider bend over her. She saw his wrist and hand as he braced it on the hood beside her face, but still she could not look at him.
“And before?” he asked with his breath warm on her cheek.
“N-No,” she mumbled with a catch in her voice.
“Why not?” he asked with a deep tone starting in his voice. “You knew you could get pregnant. Did you want to get pregnant?”
Lisette cringed at the accusation in Rider’s voice just before she blurted, “Yes, I wanted to get pregnant! That is why I am here.”
Lisette could hear the breath hiss in Rider’s chest. “Lisette, look at me.” She turned her head while clutching her hands between her breasts as she looked up at Rider. He did not look furious. “Now let me get this straight, pudding. You went through all this just to get pregnant?”
Lisette held back her huge sigh of relief as she nodded her head. Rider had called her pudding and that meant he was not furious with her. “Yes, Rider, just to get pregnant . . . at first.”
“At first?” he asked watching her mouth closely.
“At first I did. Still do. But now even if I didn’t, I would . . . well, miss,”
“Miss what, darling?” Rider murmured.
“You inside me,” Lisette blurted, quickly covering her hands over her face. It was so much harder being bold when you were, well . . . real!
Rider chuckled, and then she felt his lips touching the back of her hands. “No one ever kissed my hands before, Lisette,” he murmured, kissing her hands again. “And I don’t know of anyone who would miss having me inside of them.” Lisette peeked through her fingers at him. “No real someone,” he added.
“Oh, Rider,” she cried, breaking her hands apart to grab him around the neck. “I want to procreate so badly!” she exclaimed.
Rider laughed as he pecked kisses onto her lips. “Is that a little like hot sweaty fucking, sweet thing?” he asked in a deeply rumbling voice.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Hot and sweaty, and with a big, big pickle.”
“Oh, shit,” Rider exclaimed, and then he burst out laughing with his lips inches from her lips.
Lisette giggled, and while Rider was so happily engaged, she went in search of that pickle with her eager fingers.
“Ahh . . .” Rider choked in mid-laugh the minute she found his long thick penis and she began to stroke it with her hand. “B-a-b-y,” he expelled with a drawn-out groan.
Lisette was leaving nothing to chance this time as she scooted her rump down to the edge of the hood and closer to Rider’s waiting procreation rod. They would not be sidetracked this time with their mouths and with kissing penis' and pussy's. She intended to have Rider’s expansive penis inside her this time, and she was so excited at the thought she couldn’t wait as she fumbled around trying to fit the head to her waiting vagina.
“Whoa, darling,” Rider muttered and his fingers folded over her fingers as she held onto the ample shaft and together they both held the hefty organ in their hands.
“Don’t stop me,” she pouted, wrapping her boot heels behind his hips as she squirmed her hips, looking down between their bodies. There was a drop of seed in the slit of Rider’s penis and she wasn’t going to lose it this time. If only she could find the opening, she would shove it home. “Please, baby,” she begged, wriggling her fingers beneath Rider’s, trying to get him to position it right. Then she watched in anticipation as he did lift the head, but then he smeared it between her splayed pussy lips.
“Ohh!” she squealed as though an electric shock had been discharged inside of her . . . and it felt like it too, deep in
her vagina.
“The med-log says that there are two kinds of orgasms for a woman, pudding,” Rider murmured as he rubbed the head of his penis over the inner folds of her pussy again and she squealed. “And you, sweet thing, are going to have both before I'm through with you.”
Lisette completely forgot about the hurry to have Rider inside of her as they both guided the head of his penis up and down over her pussy. “Oh, Rider,” she moaned as they both watched the flushed red head tickle her blond pubic curls, then reverse motion and slide back down again. Only this time Rider went lower and rubbed the head around the quivering opening of her vagina. “Oh hh,” she moaned as Rider chuckled.
“Here it is, sweet thing. Your hot little cherry, just begging me.” Then he pushed a little, and then he pulled out.
“Rider!” she exclaimed excitedly
“Yeah, pudding?” he murmured deeply as he looked up at her and he did it again.
“OhOh,” she moaned, gazing into the intense blackness of Rider’s eyes.
“You like that,” he said, pushing just the head inside of her, and then pulling it out again as they both held the expanding shaft.
She moaned, gazing up at him. “Yes.” She thrashed her head from side to side and bowed her back as Rider teased her with just the head of his penis, until she was gasping his name. “Rider. Rider. Rider.”
“Now,” he muttered sharply, and then his other hand was between them, around the outside of her thigh as his finger reached for her clit and he began to rub her clit from side to side. “Oooh!” she squealed as her hand released his penis and she clutched his shoulders, arching her hips upward.
“God, Lisette, you are so beautiful. Come for me, baby. Come on, honey.”
