Twice Driven

by Madison Faye

  I reached out to touch his forearm, my fingers trailing over his skin. He jumped a little at my touch, and I giggled. “It's not like I’m going to tell anyone.” I let my hand trail down his arm, and then drop down to his thigh. I could feel him tense at my touch, barely breathing as I rested my hand there.

  "As long as you show it to me again."

  I could see the the big, thick bulge in his pants, and I knew then that he was going to cave, knowing just how turned on he was. Slowly, I began to slide my hand higher, hearing his breath catch as I teased over the thickness there in his pants.

  He growled. "Honey, this-"

  "Please?" I whispered, my eyes begging him as my fingers found the metal of his zipper. I could feel my pulse racing as I felt the bulge throbbing beneath my hand as I tugged at the zipper, pulling it down as I heard him groan. I grinned wickedly as I moved my hands up to his belt buckle, feeling my pussy absolutely bloom with heat inside my panties.

  "Christina-"

  I tugged at the buckle, struggling to get it open when he finally caved. "Let me get that,” he growled out, reaching down to quickly undo his belt and the top button of his pants. He looked down at me, and his sharp, piercing eyes met my lust-hooded eager young ones.

  He reached inside, and I felt my heart jump as he suddenly pulled his big, gorgeous cock out of his pants, right in front of me.

  Holy. Shit.

  I'd seen him before, but seeing his cock this close was another thing altogether. He was bigger and thicker than I'd even remembered, his cock throbbing hot and hard in the dim light of the dashboard.

  "Can- can I touch it?" I whispered out quietly, feeling my little pussy throb.

  “Fuck yes, baby,” he growled.

  I slid my hand up and curled my fingers around him, feeling my breath catch as I touched his velvety skin with the pulsing hardness beneath it. My tiny fingers didn't even fit around his thickness, and I quickly brought my other hand up to him. I started to stroke him slowly with both hands, just like the girl from the porno video I'd watched with Anna.

  He groaned as I squeezed and stroked his big dick, and I suddenly saw a little bead of clear fluid slip from the tip of him and start to slowly trickle over his head. I didn't even need to ask, I just dipped my head forward and licked it.

  Mr. Weaver gasped, and I felt his cock throb against my lips. He tasted salty and sweet at the same time, and I wanted more. With a soft moan, I leaned forward, slipped my lips over the fat head of his cock, and sucked him inside.

  He growled as I slurped on his big dick, letting the tip of my tongue press into the slit at the head of him and tease him there before I began to gently swirl it around the ridge of his cock-head. I began to stroke his shaft again with both hands, feeling my pussy absolutely dripping with my arousal and making my panties wet and sticky.

  "Fuck- Christina, we-" he groaned. "We shouldn't be doing this, honey."

  He groaned as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked on him, my tongue dance on the underside of his big dick. I could feel his pulse throbbing in his shaft under my hands as I slipped my mouth off of him. "Do you want me to stop?" I said coyly, looking up at him with a thin trail of spit connecting my lip to his cock.

  "Fuck no,” he groaned, throwing his head back and gasping as I sucked him into my mouth again.

  I was so wet, I could barely contain myself anymore, feeling my little cunt throb and my clit aching for attention between my legs. I reached out with one of my hands and grabbed his, and I began to pull it beneath me and under my small skirt.

  “Do you feel that, Mr. Weaver?" I moaned as fingers other than my own touched me there for the first time, sliding wetly over the soaking wet cotton of my panties pulled tight against my bare pussy beneath. I gasped as he immediately began to rub me through my panties, sliding the wet material across my buzzing little clit and sending a hot pulse through me.

  "I know how much you like my panties, Mr. Weaver." I breathed against his cock, feeling him twitch against my lips. I reached down and pulled them down my leg, slipping them off my feet and passing them to him.

  "You can keep those ones,” I whispered up at him, seeing his face groan as he felt how wet they were.

  His fingers slipped back against my pussy, and heard him growl as he felt how wet I was. I gasped in pleasure as he slipped his fingers through my folds, sliding over the throbbing button of my clit as he teased a finger against my opening. He pushed in easily, and I moaned loudly in the hot air of the car, sucking his big cock back between my lips and slurping on him eagerly as he fingered my little cunt.

  The thrill of being caught out here, by anybody, but certainly by my parents who were asleep just inside the dark house not thirty feet from the car, had me buzzing with excitement; the adrenaline throbbing through me like a drug. Sure, there was a big tree that blocked most of the view of where we were parked from their window, but all it would take would be for someone to wake up and wonder why Mr. Weaver's car was parked outside for so long.

  I gasped as I slurped off of him. ”I want you, Mr. Weaver. I want all of you."

  His eyes were like blue fire in the dim light of the car, and a dark look passes across his face. “Fuck, baby, we-”

  "Please?" I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, swirling it under his head and feeling him groan deeply. “I want this big cock to stretch my little pussy, Mr. Weaver, and I want to feel you fill me up.”

  With a growl, he pulled me off of him and brought my face to his with his hands. I moaned as he kissed me deeply, gasping for breath as our tongues danced around each others before he pushed me onto my back against the passenger side door. My legs were spread wide for him, my skirt up around my waist and my glistening pussy ready for him. I’d never changed into a bra back at his house, and when I yanked my tank-top off, he hungrily eyed my full, perky tits. His eyes narrowed on my puffy pink nipples before he leaned and and sucked one into his mouth.

  I cooed as his tongue lapped at my nipples, his finger pushing inside of my slit and rubbing me so perfectly. He pulled back and yanked his t-shirt off, his strong muscular chest and shoulders rippling as he leaned in over me and spread my legs wide and back.

  I whimpered as I felt the pulsing hot head of his cock slide over my lips, teasing up and down my slit as he leaned into wrap his lips around a nipple. This was it. This was the moment I'd been craving, when this big strong older man took me for the first time and made me a woman.

  "Go gentle," I whispered shyly in his ear as I felt him start to push his head between my folds.

  He froze, pulling back to stare at me with concern across his face. “Jesus, Christina, you-” He looked deep into my eyes. “You have done this before, haven't you?”

  I felt my cheeks blush, and I sucked at my bottom lip as I looked up into his eyes. “Well, um, not exactly.”

  He shook his head and started to back away, but I pulled back against me with my legs as I ran my hands up his tattooed arms. “I want you to be first, Mr. Weaver,” I whispered heatedly, biting my lip shyly as I looked up at him and stroked my fingers up his arms.

  “Fuck, no honey, we- I- I can't be your first,” he growled.

  “You can, and I want you to be, Mr. Weaver,” I said softly, “I want someone special for my first time, and someone to make it good. I don't want to go back to college and have some drunk nervous frat boy take it." I looked up at him, my eyes pleading. “I want to feel how a real man can fuck me for the first time,” I whispered, watching his jaw tighten as his eyes flashed pure lust at me. I could see his willpower shattering.

  "Please, fuck me, Mr. Weaver. Take my virginity."

  He growled and leaned in to kiss me hungrily. "This will only hurt for a second, honey,” he whispered as he pushed the thick head of his cock up against the tender barrier there.

  I whimpered into his mouth as I felt myself start to stretch as he pushed forward. And then suddenly, with a small pop, he was pushing through. I winced for a second, my fingernails digging into his a
rms as a brief lance of pain shot through me. But then it was gone in an instant as he started to push deeper inside, replaced by an incredible feeling instead.

  "Oh my God-" I gasped out, my eyes wide as he slid another inch of his thick cock inside me. He felt fucking amazing, and the feeling of being so stretched and stuffed full like that by him was so hot that I felt my pussy ripple, as if trying to suck him deeper inside.

  With a grunt, he pushed the rest of his big cock inside of me, all the way until I could feel him right against my mound. Gasping, I looked up at him, my eyes full of need and lust. "Fuck me, Mr. Weaver."

  He growled as he pulled back, his hands holding me by the backs of my knees and spreading my legs wide. This time when he pushed back in, I moaned in pure pleasure, feeling every inch of him filling me up to the brim. We started to rock like that, our groans mixing together as his big, thick cock slid wetly in and out of my tight little pussy. Our breathing turned the inside of the car hot and heavy, making both us sheen with sweat as he held me tightly and plunged in and out me.

  He slipped one of my knees up over his shoulder, freeing his hand and allowing him bring it down to where we joined. He began to tease my aching clit there, making me shudder and moan for him as he fucked me for the first time with his thick cock.

  God, I could only imagine what would happen if my parents had come out to find their forty year old neighbor from down the street fucking their eighteen year old daughter in his car outside their house. The though of being so close to being caught had me moaning and writhing on Mr. Weaver's shaft as I felt myself begin to tense up and slide towards the edge.

  “Oh my God! I think you're gonna make me come Mr. Weaver! You're gonna make me come on your big, thick cock!”

  He groaned, his piercing eyes holding my own gaze as he rocked into me again and again as his thumb on my clit drove me wild. "Fuck- me too honey!" He growled out, his jaw tense.

  I thought of watching his cum fly out of cock when I'd watched him before with my panties and just how unbelievably hot it'd been. But then, another much naughtier thought hit me, and as I felt my whole body begin to tense up and tumble off that cliff, I held him tightly and gasped into the sweaty heat of the car. "Do it inside of me!"

  “Fuck,” he swore. “Baby, I’m not wearing one.”

  And I definitely wasn't on the pill, but the thought of him filling my tight little pussy up with all of that thick white cum had my whole body on fire as I felt myself start to fall. “I want you to! Please, come inside my tight little college girl pussy, Mr. Weaver! Fill me up with your cum!"

  He roared as he slid his big dick as deep as possible inside of me, and I suddenly gasped as I felt him throb deep inside of me. I let out a wailing, high-pitched moan as I came, my whole world shattering around me as I felt the first hot spurts of his cum squirt deep inside my fertile young body. He growled as he kept pumping me, his thumb rolling my clit around as I came for him as squirt after squirt of his cum filled my pussy up the brim.

  With a gasp, we came to a stop, his cock twitching one last time inside of me. Slowly, as my brain came back down from whatever planet I'd just gone to, I could feel myself start to grin. I looked up into his eyes, seeing him smiling right back at me with those perfect blue eyes and those incredible lips.

  Suddenly, a light went on in the bathroom upstairs in my house. "Oh, shit!” I leaned up and kissed him. “I need to get back inside!” He nodded slowly, his eyes burning right into mine, and I moaned a little as I felt him slowly ease his big cock out of pussy. I could feel his cum and my juices begin to trickle out of me, and I giggled at the sensation.

  I started to open the door, but he reached over and grabbed my arm. I moaned as he kissed me roughly, his lips bruising mine and his hand holding my jaw. Slowly, he pulled away, leaving me breathless. “When are you going back to school?”

  “Tomorrow morning,” I said quietly.

  Tyler nodded, his eyes still fiery and blazing into mine. “I need to see you again.”

  I could feel a shiver run down my back as the thrill of his words hit me, and suddenly I was nodding as I felt my heart climb into my throat. “I want to see you again too,” I said, nodding my head slowly.

  “In Boston,” he growled. “I’ll come see you, or something.”

  “I think I’d like that,” I said quietly.

  “You should get inside.”

  I nodded, biting my lip and giving him one last look. "Thank you, Mr. Weaver,” I whispered, leaning over to kiss him quickly before slipping out the door..

  “Hang on Christina,” I turned back to see him grinning at me with a kind of hunger out the passenger window, my panties in his hand.

  "Oh, no, I told you to keep those, Mr. Weaver" I blew a kiss at him, feeling a shiver run down my spine. ”Our little secret" I whispered, before turning and heading up my driveway.

  *****

  Later, after he'd driven away and I'd showered and climbed into bed, I let the full glow of what'd just happened wash over me; I'd just lost my virginity.

  I was calling Anna before I even realized it.

  “Hey, what’s up?

  I froze at the sound of her voice, feeling my face go hot. Suddenly for some strange reason, what I’d done felt like some sort of betrayal, even if I didn’t quite know why. I guess pat of it was that we’d done so much together as a unit over the years, and had so many “firsts” together, that me going ahead and doing this just felt like I’d left her behind.

  Like I’d abandoned her.

  I took a deep breath and frowned. “Oh, nothing, just wanted to see what train we wanted to take in the morning.”

  Later, I thought, as I slid into the covers. I’d tell her later.

  Chapter 10

  Tyler

  Holy shit.

  The reality of what’d just happened didn’t even really hit me until I closed the back door to my house behind me.

  Christ, I just took Christina Ames’s virginity in my car.

  I could feel the blood still pounding in my ears as I lurched across the kitchen to the liquor cabinet, slamming a glass on the counter and filling it three-fingers deep. I slugged the whiskey back, the fire of it searing down my chest as I quickly refiled the glass.

  I took a breath, holding the glass at my lips and staring into it. Yeah, that’d just happened. This wasn’t some fucking amazing dream, I’d really just felt my barely legal neighbor’s mouth on my cock before I’d sunk it balls deep inside her.

  I’d been her first.

  I finally let the grin I’d been holding back spread across my face as I shook my head and took a slow sip of the Irish in my glass. I felt like a teenager again, coming back from his first time getting laid. I felt like I was walking on air, or like I’d been giving a shot of something to get me lifted. I mean, there’d been a lot of women over the years, but I literally couldn’t remember feeling the way I was feeling there in that kitchen after any other girl.

  And the thing is, I was still hard. I was standing there in my kitchen feeling like my head was going to fly off from all the wild shit going through my head, but I was still rock fucking hard for her. I wanted more. I wanted her on my cock right there, moaning into my ear again, her honey running down my balls and her soft supple body rocking against mine.

  Of course, that wasn’t going to happen. I mean what was I going to do, head back over there? “Oh, hey Bob and Helen, it’s your pal Tyler from down the street. I was just coming over to go head upstairs and fuck your daughter’s sweet sweet college pussy again!”

  Right.

  I put my hand in my pocket and pulled out the panties she’d given me, feeling the blood pound in my veins as I held this forbidden token of what had just happened. Jesus, I wanted to put these on display. I wanted the world to know that she was mine; that I’d claimed her.