Meanwhile, my right hand had taken the girl’s chin and lifted her face upward so that I could see it in the glow of the dome light as I fondled her bared breasts with my left hand. She was certainly a very pretty girl. Except that her hair was lighter, she looked a little like a very young Angelina Jolie, complete with the pouty looking lips. I played briefly with her delicate ear ring, and tugged lightly on the ear lobe which it adorned.
I bent over to kiss those lips, but with the console between the bucket seats, the confines of the interior of the 911 severely restricted my movement and allowed me to get my lips only to barely touch hers. But I was able to feel her warm breath on my face, and as I fondled her tits I thought that my penis was going to explode.
Damn it but the tight interior of the Porsche 911 was so constraining! I wished I HAD brought the Mercedes. I could have pulled this hot little honey into the back seat of that car and had much more room to play with her!
I stroked the girl’s long, dark blonde hair, feeling its silkiness as the strands flowed through my fingers. My fingers of the right hand then began to trace the features of the young lady’s face: her cheeks, her nose, her full, luscious lips. A finger parted her lips and entered her mouth, feeling the warm wetness of her tongue while my other hand kneaded and molded her tits. My cock, which I had the foresight to set in a straight position, now fairly throbbed, its hardness complete.
Any little inner voice was now totally banished to the deepest recesses of my brain, and my left hand now departed from the young lady’s fantastic breasts and traveled downward. It passed over the lump that was the tube top and bra bunched around her abdomen, and then lingered when it reached the arm, bare skin of her flat tummy. There, the tip of my forefinger toyed with her belly button. As I did this, I carefully watched the girl’s pretty face, illuminated by the Porsche’s dome light, searching for any sign of her coming to. What the hell would I do if my daughter’s friend did come awake at this moment and found herself half naked in this car with an adult man’s hands all over her?! I shuddered to think of the possible consequences. At the same time, the very illicitness of what I was doing was proving to be a powerful turn-on in its own right. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, wrong, wrong, but it felt so very good!
I was helpless against the spell that this beautiful, sexy teenager was having on me, and therefore had no control over my hand as it now continued to roam her hard body, moving downward. Again I told myself that this was okay because no one would ever know. No one! So the hand kept moving, and soon felt the top of the tight miniskirt. Pressing against the girl’s body, the hand moved sideways, feeling the curvaceous swell of the hips of this woman-child.
Eagerly now, and impatiently, my hand went to the girl’s bare thigh, her left thigh, the one closest to me. I massaged this wonderful, warm flesh, so silky smooth and soft yet, when squeezed, so firm and toned. Then my roving hand traveled up the thigh, passing beneath the hem of the tight miniskirt and after just a few more tantalizing, heavenly inches came to the warm, panty-clad juncture of the young girl’s two beautiful legs. I pressed my hand firmly against her sex as my eyes traveled back and forth between her bared breasts and the peaceful expression on her pretty face as illuminated by the soft rays from the dome light.
Eagerly my fingers sought access into one of the leg openings of the lacy panties. The actions of my arm and hands under the miniskirt had hiked the tiny skirt all the way up to the point where I could see my hand as my fingers disappeared inside the girl’s panties. My middle finger quickly found the lips of her girlhood and, with no hesitation, sunk its inside up to the first knuckle.
There I paused to study the girl’s face, looking for any sign of consciousness. There was none. She was sleeping peacefully, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, and my finger was inside her sweet, young pussy!
I then introduced a second finger into her warm, moist interior, also up to the first knuckle. Then, with my other hand—the right hand—I slowly inserted two fingers into her slightly parted mouth where I felt the same warmth and wetness that the fingers of my left hand were experiencing. Mad with lust, I thrust the two fingers of my left hand deeper into the teen’s warm vagina. I was now inside her up to the second knuckles, and felt no resistance to indicate that she was a virgin. Pushing inward even further, I convinced myself that there was no hymen. Unless there had been some kind of bicycle or horseback riding incident in her past, my fingers were apparently not the first intruding object to explore this particular piece of real estate.
With excitement grabbing at my throat and making my heart pound, I began to eagerly finger fuck the teen beauty. As my left hand had its way with her young cunt, the fingers of my right hand were fucking her mouth, the tips of my fingers feeling the warm, wet softness of her tongue and the hard, equally moist surface of the roof of her mouth. I became insane with lust, and quickly was overcome with the wild desire to fuck this 18-year-old hottie with something other than my fingers. My god! I was contemplating RAPE! I had never in my life even thought about raping a woman. What was coming over me? Come on, Joe, enough of this madness I scolded myself. You’ve gotten enough. You’ve gotten your fingers wet. Take this girl home and then go home and masturbate smelling her on your fingers!
But I was helplessly under the terrible influence of my swollen cock which, painfully constrained by my pants, was wanting this girl in no uncertain terms. Yes! Rape her! Right here! But how!? There was no room to maneuver inside the compact interior of the Porsche 911. I could recline her seat even more and try to climb on top of her, but I didn’t suppose I could get her legs far enough apart so that she could be fucked. My mind raced desperately as my hands continued to violate her pussy and mouth, respectively. Damn it! It was too cold outside to lay the girl on the ground beside the car, plus it seemed that raindrops had started to fall and, anyway, I didn’t have a blanket or anything. Crap, why did the Mercedes have to be in the garage!? There would have been plenty of room to fuck this girl in the backseat of that sedan! But then it occurred to me that I didn’t have any condoms on me anyway. I couldn’t fuck this little honey without a condom! Even in my present state of raging lust, I knew that I could not run the risk of impregnating her. Two and two would be put together very quickly if she turned up pregnant, and by deduction I would be a suspect and then, with DNA testing, confirmed as the father. Big jail time!
Okay, I told myself with resignation, this was going to have to be it. Some sort of a dry hump was going to have to be good enough. Life sucks sometimes. As I removed my hand from the girl’s mouth and fumbled for the zipper of my pants to expose my cock for masturbation, I was already picturing what I was going to do. I was going to cum on my fingers and then put them back in the girl’s mouth to get as much of my cum into her mouth as I could! The idea of that made my boner ever harder.
With my left hand reaching across my body, vigorously finger fucking the 18-year-old’s pussy, my right hand was now stroking my throbbing cock , I began to rock the Porsche 911.
It was at that moment that I was aware of the police car lights that had come on behind the Porsche!
I cursed madly, and quickly yanked my fingers from the girl’s pussy. I pulled the hem of her miniskirt down as far as I could and then pulled the tube top upward to cover her tits. I saw in the outside rearview mirror that a police officer was walking toward me. I had my penis back inside my pants by the time I rolled the window down as the officer came up to the door.
“Is everything okay?” The voice of the police officer surprised me. It was a female officer.
Thinking quickly, I responded, “Yes, officer, I just pulled over to reset my GPS. I wanted to get well off the road to do it.”
I could see the policewoman bend slightly to look beyond me and to the passenger in the other seat. I suddenly wondered if the officer had been able to see what I was doing? How visible had I been from the outside with the car’s doom light on? The windows were slightly fogged, so I don’t think she could have seen too much.
“Is she okay?” the officer asked, nodding toward my passenger.
“Yeah.” I tried to sound casual. “She’s just really tired.” My mind was racing as to whether I should identify to the officer who my passenger was. I didn’t feel comfortable telling the truth, that she was a friend of my daughter that I was taking home because she was passed out drunk. Something told me not to lie, though, so I said nothing and hoped the officer wouldn’t ask. But I really began to freak out. Was there any smell of alcohol inside the car from the girl’s breath? What about the smell of pussy? I was aware of a considerable amount of pussy juice on my fingers.
“Can I see your license, registration and proof of insurance, please?”
“Of course.” My hands shook as I reached for the glove box to retrieve the documents. Because I was doing something I should not have been doing, I was feeling guilty and extremely nervous. Was the officer noticing this? RELAX! I told myself. Take a deep breath and fucking RELAX!
I willed my hands to not shake as I handed the documents to the lady officer.
“I’ll be right back,” she said.
She went back to her squad car and was obviously running my stats through the computer. Damn, why did I have to pull off here at this spot!? Although I knew there was nothing to worry about concerning my paperwork, this was really freaking me out. I was taking this as an omen to quit this madness I had initiated, and if I was lucky enough to get out of here without this police officer discovering that I had been sexually molesting this girl, I vowed to take the girl home immediately and deliver her to her parents as I should have done all along without pulling over at this fucking construction site!
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