"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.