The Beautiful Kind

I am 17 riding in the back of a Ford Aerostar Van. The trip will take approximately two hours. She is 17, redhead, small tits, dayglow bush and a virgin. We are sitting in the back seat of two bench seats. It is dark and the occasional headlights doppler by offering brief spits of illumination. She lays down with her head in my lap. The driver and I are talking about my schooling, his job and I am bullshitting with him about sports. He likes sports and I don’t care much for them aside from soccer. The three of us had just been to a college basketball game. She rubs my dick as the conversation continues. It is a shark swimming just under the surface. I feel the heat of her breath through my shorts as I am starting to reach concrete status. She lifts my shorts up and makes love to my cock with her mouth. She has gotten so good at sucking dick. When I met her she had nothing going on. Her pussy had only been touched once, and not very well. She was really eager to please and learn, so I gave her constant feedback when I could. She didn’t need that feedback anymore. Her saliva was extremely slick and thick. It reminded me of the slime that results when Okra is not prepared properly. The driver asks if she is asleep and I say yes. He begins speaking of his time in Vietnam and I relate to him by explaining my Grandfather’s status as a World War II veteran. I look down occasionally when the cars are rushing past to catch glimpses of her working me over. God she loves my cock. Here I go.. how am I going to deal with this???? I turn my head to the side and cough into my fist a few times while I explode down her throat. I pardon myself to the driver as he was in mid sentence when I erupted. He and I continue the conversation for a few more minutes and then it trails off. My cock is wet..

Our chauffeur that evening was her father.

Yours in Sweet Reverie,

B Diddle