The Panty Whisperer: The Complete Series

by Sloane Howell

  He runs his hand through my ass crack and slaps my swollen pink pussy again. Goddamn, I might come again before he's even inside me.

  "Naughty little bitch." He shakes his head and yanks my head back by the hair. The sting makes my legs quake. "You like to tease?" He slaps his prick across my ass cheeks and then starts to press the head up against my asshole. I can't take much more waiting. I have to have it now. It's time to submit.

  "Yes."

  The head of his cock presses harder against my asshole.

  "Bet you like it in the ass too. Like a little fucking slut." He slaps me with it again and wraps his hand around my throat, turning me back to look at him.

  "I want you to fuck me, please." I push my ass back into him.

  He smacks the fuck out of my ass and the sting rips through me like an electrical current. "Yeah." He teases me with the head of his cock once more. "You couldn't handle this dick up your ass. You'd scream like a bitch."

  He shoves it underneath me and coats it with my wetness. When it strokes over my clit I bite my lip.

  His cock goes back up between my ass, and I grip the steel beam, closing my eyes.

  He wraps an arm around me and palms one of my tits, then yanks me up so that his chest is pressed hard against my back. "Take this fucking dick." He bites down on my shoulder and shoves into me. I squeeze my pussy around him as he pumps into me like a mad man, plowing every inch of that huge cock into the depths of me.

  His hand grips my hair and pulls my ear up to his mouth as he squeezes my ass firmly with his free hand.

  "Is this what you wanted?" His teeth grind together and his hips speed up. He twists one of my tight nipples between his fingers and smacks my ass so hard it has to be dark-red.

  "Yes."

  "Can you handle more?"

  I look back and he grins, then I nod at him.

  "We'll see." He grabs me around the waist with both hands, his fingers destined to leave bruises.

  He yanks me into him as he thrusts in time. The sound of his thighs clapping against my ass echoes under the bleachers. My eyes roll back, and he's fucking me so hard I might pass out.

  "You want it harder?"

  I don't think it's possible, but I tell him yes.

  He digs one set of fingers into my shoulder, the other still on my ass as he somehow increases the tempo. I'm about to come all over his dick.

  He whispers into my ear, "You want me to pull your goddamn hair and fuck you harder? While you scream my name and come on my dick?"

  "Can you fuck me harder?" My words already sound like a stutter from his ridiculous pace.

  His eyes widen and he slaps my ass once more. I moan.

  His fingers twist through my hair.

  "Don't say I didn't warn you." He bears down with his knuckles against my scalp and starts yanking me back into his cock. My eyes roll back and my thighs are on fire as nerves shoot through my body.

  "Fuck, Joel." My toes stiffen and curl. I start to seize on his cock, and he speeds up.

  "Fuck!" It's meant to be a scream, but it comes out as inaudible gibberish.

  I squirm, trying to push myself off of him. It's too much to handle all at once, my senses are overloaded, and I am about to come harder than I've ever come in my life.

  "I'm gonna come."

  "Come on my fucking dick."

  Jesus, his filthy mouth.

  I start to say something else and his palm crushes my mouth. He speeds up somehow, fucking me so hard I nearly forget my own name. "Fuck." I cry out against his palm.

  He smirks and leans down to my ear, his hips keeping the same pace. "I said come on this fucking dick, you little bitch."

  My eyes widen, and I can't control what escapes my mouth. I buck my ass into his hips, taking him all the way inside of me as he hammers right back as hard as he can. I start to get light-headed to the point I might pass out.

  I'm on the edge, about to lose it when I feel his breath in my ear once more.

  "Come on my fucking cock. Now!"

  He pushes his thumb inside my asshole, his huge cock pounding into my core.

  My eyes fly open, and I scream his name. My world blurs as more than one orgasm rolls through my body. I clamp down on him and everything goes into slow motion. I squeal against his hand as I come over and over on his cock, squeezing as hard as I can, trying to hold it inside me. The last one finally rips through me and he releases his hand from my mouth.

  "Jesus Christ!" I gasp.

  I pause for a moment, still in a daze, trying to regain my composure.

  I want him to feel what I just felt, but I don't know if it's humanly possible. Perhaps it is the competitive side of me, but I'm now on a mission to give him the best orgasm of his life.

  I swing around as he slips out of me and go to my knees in one smooth motion, gripping his cock in my palm and taking his balls into my mouth, stroking his dick hard as his head flies back.

  I release him from my lips for a moment. "Your turn."

  I take all of him in my mouth again and mash my lips against his pelvis, his cock jamming into the back of my throat as I shake my head back and forth on him.

  "Goddamn." His hand snakes through my hair.

  I nod back and forth on him, sucking my cheeks in and letting his big dick slide against the roof of my mouth while I swirl my tongue around it. When I look up, his eyes roll back.

  I pull him out of my mouth and start licking his swollen head from every angle.

  He has to be close to blowing his load. I need to help him get there. He looks down at me staring at him, while I trace the crest of his head with my tongue.

  "My pussy tastes so fucking good on your dick." I dive back down on him, taking him whole.

  That should do it.

  "Fuck." He grabs a handful of my hair and releases, shooting his warm salty load straight into the back of my throat. I swallow each wave as it comes, sucking and closing my entire mouth around him.

  His thighs tremble and he grunts repeatedly as his hips thrust into me one final time.

  I swallow the last little bit that he deposits on my tongue and I slide my mouth up to the head of his cock, wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft, stroking at a slow pace and milking every last drop from his balls.

  His eyes work their way open as he comes back to reality and a huge grin covers his face.

  "Holy shit."

  I don't think either of us knew that was possible. We fit together perfectly, and it was by far the most intense fuck of my life. I'm still tingling to the touch as I rise to my feet and put my palm on his cheek. We kiss, our lips locked together in the steamy night air.

  I slowly pull my lips away and whisper in his ear, "Joel—"

  "Yeah?"

  "I'm naked—at my old high school, under the bleachers."

  He looks down at my quivering body, breasts hanging out of my bra, the rest of me completely exposed to the night air. We both laugh.

  "I see that."

  I know I should put some clothes on, or be worried about being caught, but I hang my arms around his neck and stare at him, pressing my forehead against his, looking deep into those green eyes of his. I know I'm in love with him. Hell, I probably have been since the first time I saw him. I can't tell him that, though.

  "What in the hell are we doing?" I ask.

  "I don't know, but it feels right." He brushes his fingertips down the back of my arms and caresses my upper back, causing me to shudder one last time. Every square inch of my skin pebbles.

  We must sit there for at least two minutes before we pull away from each other. Why is it so difficult to let go of him? Reality sets in fast and I don't feel regret, but I definitely feel like we are moving at light speed when we both agreed we should take things extremely slow and be cautious. I don't want to ruin this. We need to talk, discuss how we want this to progress.

  It's nice to have my brain back, but I would be lying if I said it wasn't the best sex I've ever had. By far. It frightens the
fuck out of me to make myself so vulnerable.

  We've only been on one double date for fuck's sake. Still, I need to say something. I start to open up to him when he says, "I want you."

  Jesus Christ, this guy really is a machine.

  "There's no way I can—"

  He laughs and wipes some of the sweat from his brow, pulling me close and wrapping me up in his arms.

  "No, I mean I want you. I want to be with you. You're all I think about."

  I completely freeze. Say something, dummy. Tell him you want the same thing.

  "Look, Joel—"

  "I'm sorry. I know it was too fast. Too much to drop on you all at—"

  "Will you just shut up." I shake my head at him and put a finger over his lips. "I want to be with you too. Okay?" I blush. "But, we both know we need to take it slow, okay?"

  We both die laughing.

  I can't believe I just said that after I drove him to my old high school football field and let him rail me under the bleachers. But, this whole honesty thing is working for us at the moment.

  "So what are we doing then?"

  "I'm standing here with my tits hanging out of my bra, showing the whole world my ass."

  We laugh again.

  "It's a sexy fucking ass though." He gives it a quick little playful slap.

  I turn bright red, but he still has not let go of me to put my clothes on. I glance back to my ass that is still exposed for the world to see. "It is, isn't it? Now, you're going to have to let me go before we get arrested and charged as sex offenders."

  "Every man in the country will move to your neighborhood."

  I give him a flirtatious slap on the arm.

  "Will you let go of me so I can put my fucking pants on? I won't run away. I promise."

  He lets go, and I yank my pants up over my hips and throw my shirt on. We meander back toward the car, holding hands and gazing at each other before we squeeze through the gate.

  We approach his car, and I run my hand across the hood as he gets in to drive this time.

  "Sorry you had to see that. I know you had him first."

  Joel checks his phone as he's climbing into the driver's seat.

  He fires up the engine, and I feel the energy rush into my hand. I could listen to this car all night.

  "Get in the car, Quinn!" he screams it at me.

  I can't make out what he's said over the engine.

  "What? Don't scream at me like that, asshole!"

  I say it half playfully, but I don't appreciate being talked to that way. What is his problem?

  "Get in the fucking car! Now, goddamn it!"

  What the fuck? I yank open the passenger door. He's pissed off the wrong girl at the wrong time. What is his fucking deal?

  When I open the door he has tears streaming down his face and is almost hyperventilating—like he is having a panic attack. My heart goes from zero to terminal velocity as it accelerates directly into my stomach.

  "Joel, Joel, calm down. What is it, babe?"

  "It's my mom. We have to get to the hospital. Something—"

  "Get in the passenger seat. I'm driving us."

  "No—"

  "Do it, now!"

  He's in no condition to drive, and I know these roads far better than him and he knows it.

  He sprints around as I climb over into the driver's seat.

  "What hospital?"

  "St. Thomas—"

  It's all I need to hear as I pop the clutch and we blast out of the parking lot into the night.

  JOEL

  QUINN GRIPS MY leg with her hand while keeping her eyes focused on the road. I don't know what to think. I don't have any information other than Mom collapsed at home. I can barely breathe, and it feels like I might vomit. She's driving remarkably steady for how fast she is going. It is like she can feel what I am feeling and is not bombarding me with questions, even though I know she must have a million.

  "We'll be there soon, okay? I'll get us there as fast as possible. Everything is going to be fine."

  I keep trying to talk to her, but my throat closes every time I try to say something. "Thank—" I gasp.

  "Don't say anything. You're having a panic attack. We have to get you relaxed, okay babe?"

  She's staying completely calm even though she must be going crazy on the inside. Every possible scenario plays out in my head. What if she is gone? What if she tried to call me, and I didn't answer? The guilt is crushing me from every angle.

  "Lean back and roll your window down, you need air. Give me your phone."

  I do what she says, and she calls Tommy as the air blasts me in the face when I roll down the window. It is helping. I can feel some of it making its way into my lungs.

  "Tommy!" I hear her yell. "We're on our way. Yeah, five minutes out. Okay." She hangs up the phone. I can't turn my neck to look at her.

  "What'd he say?"

  "Sit back and relax, babe. You have to breathe. Just breathe in deep breaths, okay? We'll be there in a minute."

  I nod and lean back in the seat, trying to take in air. My chest is thrust back into the seat, and then my whole torso is yanked to the side as I hear the engine tacking out. We fishtail around a corner, and I can see the hospital coming up.

  "I'm dropping you up at the front of the ER. I'll be in right after I park, okay?"

  I nod again, my chest is caving in the closer we get, and I'm starting to suffocate once more.

  She starts stroking my hair. "Just try and breathe, slow and deep. Deep breaths."

  She flies through the parking lot to the entrance and comes to a stop.

  "Go."

  I jump out of the car and sprint through the doors as she pulls away. I see Tommy down the hall, and it feels like I'm running in place. The harder I try to run the slower I seem to go.

  QUINN

  I'M FREAKING THE fuck out. I can't believe I remained calm like that. I have to get back in there before Tommy gives him the news. He made me swear not to tell him in the car. He's going to be a mess. It wasn't my place to tell him he just lost his mother. Staying collected and not crying or breaking down in front of him was the hardest thing I've ever had to do.

  I park the Mustang and sprint toward the entrance as everything starts to surface in my mind. He is going to blame me. His mother had a heart attack and died while I was off fucking him under some bleachers. He'll never forgive me. It's no time to be worried about myself right now though. I just want him to be okay. As long as I know that, I'll be happy.

  I see them at the end of the hallway, and Tommy has his hand on his shoulder. He hugs him as Joel goes limp in his arms, barely able to stand. The tears are flowing down my cheeks as I run toward them. Megan is covering her mouth. Her eyes are watery and red. Tommy is on the verge of a breakdown as well. My poor guys, I want to take their hurt away.

  Joel lightly pushes Tommy away from him and turns and sees me. He's standing as if he's being held up by puppet strings, like every ounce of strength in him is gone.

  His eyes meet mine and this time it crushes my soul. He is completely helpless, defeated, hurting more than he ever has and probably ever will. His face turns pale and his eyes roll back. He collapses on the hospital floor as I run up to them. I dive on top of him and everything happens so fast it's like I'm in another world. I hear voices coming from different directions but it sounds like they're in a tunnel. I know I am screaming but I can't tell what I am saying. In my mind it is all happening in slow motion, but everything is a blur around me as I make sure he's still breathing.

  He is, and I can tell he has a pulse. He must have just passed out. He had to have been so overwhelmed with emotion coursing through him, all of his senses simultaneously shocked. I look up and Tommy looks like he might do the same, he looks like a zombie. I holler at Megan to take care of him and she runs over and wraps her arms around his shoulders.

  Some nurses and a doctor rush over and call for someone. They haul Joel off on a stretcher, but will not let me go with him
because we are not related. Tommy's skin appears to be turning back to a slight pink hue, and he's able to talk.

  I grab hold of him and hug him as he grips around my back. Megan hugs him from the other side so that both of us now have him wrapped up, squeezing his trembling shoulders.

  I'm bawling my eyes out, still completely confused and praying it is a bad dream. I've never met Joel's mother, and now I never will. I want to go and make sure Joel is okay. I just want to see him, but they still won't let me.

  The best I can do is to be there for Tommy until they come and get us.

  "It'll be okay, Tommy. Just breathe, sweetie."

  He's gripping me tighter, and Megan is rubbing the back of his head and neck, telling him the same things, trying to calm him down.

  "She's gone. Mom is gone." He stares off at the wall in disbelief.

  "Just relax, babe," says Megan. "Just try to breathe for us, okay?"

  He nods, but I'm contemplating calling for a nurse. Megan presses the button.

  "Sweetie, you need to let them check you out too. Maybe get you some oxygen. Okay?"

  He appears reluctant, but Megan nods to him and he agrees.

  A nurse approaches, and she walks Tommy away.

  When he's out of sight, I hug Megan and really lose it. I don't do well with death, and I hate seeing people I care about hurting.

  "It'll be okay," she says. "They'll get through this. It'll be okay."

  "I know." I nod. "I know, but Megan, he's going to blame me. It's all my fault."

  "Bullshit!" She grips my face. "No it isn't. You didn't do this. You have to be strong for them, okay?"

  "Okay."

  About 15 minutes pass, and they call Megan back. I watch her disappear around the corner, and I assume she's going to see Tommy. I asked to go back but they said only one could go at a time and that Joel is still recovering. The next 10 minutes are the longest of my life. I'm pacing back and forth, crying, worrying. I didn't think I'd be stuck out here all alone. I want to see Joel. I want to go hold his hand and take care of him.

  Finally, Megan and Tommy walk around the corner. Tommy looks much better, but he is still distraught. They're both walking with a purpose. They seem to be slowing down as they near me, but I assume it just seems that way because I'm so eager to get back there.