Enthralled - Chapter 2

As I drove away from the school in the seven year old Lexus that Mistress Haley chose for me last summer on the grounds that it was a girl kind of car that she would enjoy riding in, she raised her legs, and put her feet up on the dashboard in front of her. She was busy with her cellphone, holding it in both of her small soft hands, pressing the buttons with her manicured thumbs. She worked quickly, entering whatever message she was sending with the rapid skill of long practice. Whomever she was texting didn’t waste any time replying. Her phone chimed to advise her of an incoming message seconds after she sent the one she’d been working on. She read it quickly, then smiled and leaned back in the Lexus’ overstuffed passenger’s seat with a satisfied air, and stretched. As she did, her already short school uniform skirt rode up on her golden tanned legs, and her small but beautifully proportioned breasts stretched the darts on her blouse. Just like that I was captivated by her all over again, and my lust was rising to new heights. After our session in the school Principal’s office I wanted more than anything to resume kissing her feet, then work my way up, kissing and licking her legs until my head was under her skirt. I was just daydreaming about kissing the front of her panties, which I imagined were pale blue and lacy, then burying my face in her pussy when she spoke.

“Mrs. Dumont likes you, Jeremy.”

I was startled back to the here-and-now, and took a quick look at the other traffic on the turnpike when I realized I hadn’t been paying attention to my driving. “Well,” I said, “she seems friendly enough, and she was very helpful.” There were no large trucks or buses or any visible dangers bearing down on us, so I began to relax a little, and the image of Mrs. Dumont bending over to get a good look at my erection while holding my cock in both hands was demanding attention in the back of my mind.

“That is not what I meant, and you know it” said my Mistress, bringing her feet down to the plushly carpeted floor, and turning slightly to face me. “I mean she REALLY likes you. You should have seen the way she looked at you when you knelt in front of me. She kept staring at you while you were kissing my feet, and I thought she was going to jump out of her skin when you announced you had an erection then brought it out of your pants to show me.” Mistress smiled a long, slow smile, and focused her gaze on the front of my pants.

“Ah. Well as to that,” I said as the sensations of Mrs. Dumont’s exploration of my cock’s little helmet shoved themselves all the way to the front of my mind, “I love kissing your feet. I wish I was still doing it, AND” I said, “I still have that erection.”

“Really?” Mistress asked sliding across the seat closer to me, “you’re still nursing that beautiful hard-on?” For the second time that morning she reached between my legs, and pressed her hand against my cock. “You are,” she breathed with obvious pleasure. “Let’s get it out in the open where I can play with it.” I raised up slightly as she unzipped my pants, reached in, and brought my thoroughly stiff cock into view again.

Mistress wrapped her hand around my shaft, and begin moving it slowly up and down; gently masturbating me as we drove along one of the most heavily trafficked thoroughfares in the state. I was rapidly losing my concentration when she stretched up, put her lips almost against my ear, and whispered “I’ve been dreaming about riding this big cock,” she paused a little, then breathily added “fucking you...” She licked the inside of my ear and continued, “…for two days now. I won’t wait any longer. Fanny Porter Park is just up here on the right. Pull in there, and park under the trees away from everybody else.” Then with one hand she stroked the underside of my cock, working up its full length to conclude with the tips of her fingers just caressing my pee hole. Her other hand reached into my jeans and cupped my balls, gently rolling them from side to side in her slender fingers.

I don’t remember the last half mile or so to Porter Park, almost all my attention was on what Mistress was doing to my cock, but we made it without any problem, and I parked under some trees away from the few other vehicles that were there on a Friday morning.

By this time my cock is fully aroused. It’s rock hard, and the little muscles all around my crotch are jumping and twitching as she touches me and strokes me. Through it all Mistress Haley has been fixated on my crotch, intensely watching every quiver and throb as my boy-center responds to her touch, but when I turn off the engine she breaks her gaze away, looks me in the eyes, and practically growls at me, “Lie down in the back seat, and undo your pants.”

I hurried to obey, and as soon as I had my jeans undone she was looming over me. She grabbed the waistbands of both my jeans and underwear together in her hands, and pulled them straight down my legs to my ankles. My cock bobbed down as it passed through the flap of my dark blue briefs, but it sprang right back up again, and pointed straight up at the roof of the car. Mistress was already undoing the buttons on my shirt, and as soon as she finished she pulled the shirt open: swung a leg over my hips, and sat astride me. Her hands were running over my bare chest. I could feel her panty covered cunt shoving against my erection, and I could see little beads of sweat on her upper lip as I lay beneath her on the car seat looking up at her. I realized our bodies covered the back seat cushion, leaving no place for her left leg other than braced against the floor at an awkward angle, so I cradled her leg in my right hand and forearm lifting and steadying her above me.

My Mistress paused there for a moment or two, looking right into my eyes and breathing a little heavily as though she had just sprinted a short distance. Then she closed her eyes, raised her hips and reached between her legs to pull her panty to one side. She lifted a little more, then slowly came down on me, engulfing the head of my cock in her warm, slick smoothness. I could feel her cunt enclosing and caressing my cock on all sides. I could feel the seam of her panty’s leghole pressing against the right side of my cock. As it did I was losing all sense that anything else existed in the world other than this moment, here and now. My mind was racing, and my heart was pounding in my chest as Mistress Haley eased down on my shaft just a fraction more. Her eyes opened again, but I could tell she didn’t really see me. I on the other hand was watching her soft, heart shaped face intently. I could see the pale pink of her lipstick glistening, and her large brown eyes focusing on infinity. I could see the fine hairs on her upper lip, and beads of sweat forming there as her attention was focusing completely on the sensations between her legs. I could clearly see those sensations were growing more and more powerful. Her mouth opened, and she whispered “Oh God. Oh God that’s wonderful.” Then as she started down on me again, I pushed gently up into her. When our bodies came completely together, and I was as far inside her as I could get, she began to orgasm.

Her first contraction was fairly mild. I felt her cunt softly stroking my cock, pulling me tighter into her in a progressive sliding squeeze. She gasped. The next one was stronger. Her cunt grabbed my cock in a full-length embrace and pulled. She began to tremble, and her head arched back until she was facing the car’s headliner. Then her contractions really became forceful. My cock was completely inside her now. It was warm. It was wet, and I was vibrating deep inside, right on the edge of ecstasy; enjoying wave after wave of Girl-Force taking possession of my boyhood, and locking me deep into Mistress’ body. The Girl-Force dominated me, and it would not let go. Powerful as it was for me, it was much more intense for Mistress Haley. The Girl-Force had this girl in a powerful grip. Through my cock I could feel the contraction waves start in the outer muscles of her cunt, then roll deep into the center of her body, and I could feel her rocking back and forth in time with the waves. When one was finished with her, another would be starting. She had been making little squealing noises as she slid down the length of my shaft, but they turned into a high pitched moan as her orgasms took her one after another. Her legs were spasming against me, and she was digging her fingernails into my chest. I don’t know how long we were locked together in the back seat of that Lexus. It seemed like forever while it was happening, but it seemed like no time at all when it was over.

When it ended she collapsed forward onto my bare chest, and lay there, completely spent. Her right cheek was pressed against my chest hairs, so she was facing toward the front of the car. Her hands rested on my pectorals. Her legs still straddled me on either side of my hips. I was still holding her left leg to balance her on top of me. I also still had my erection, and my turgid cock was still buried deep in her. Her orgasms had begun at almost the moment she felt my cock sliding into her girl-center. So now while she had cum and cum, I had not. I was stuck in a holding pattern at the first stage of arousal while my mistress had moved well beyond me, and was bathed in the afterglow, but if there’s one thing I know about my Mistress it’s that my sexy young owner has an almost bottomless appetite for sex.

I brought my left arm up and around her, and was cuddling her and kissing the top of her head when she began to stir.

“Jeremy my love,” she murmured from around the region of my still rapidly beating heart.

I brought my head forward a little to nuzzle her hair, and smell the subtle perfume she likes to wear. “Yes, my beautiful young Mistress?”

“That was incredible.” She tilted her head back to look at my face as she said, “that may be the best fuck we’ve had since the first time I took you last summer.”

I rubbed her back, and gave the silken smoothness of her left leg a little squeeze with my right hand. “You are referring to that evening in mid-July when your mother went off to close some business deal, and we made love by the pool?”

“No,” she replied. “I am referring to that evening in mid-July when my mother went off to close some business deal, and I had you slip off your swimming suit and serve me by the pool while you were naked.” Her chin was now resting on my chest as she gazed at my face with her big, brown eyes and stroked my cheek with her fingertips. “I had you clean the pool and light the tiki torches.” She giggled. “I especially enjoyed the view when you had to stand on tip toe and reach up to light the tallest ones. Then I sent you into the house to bring out some citronella candles. Once you lit them, you had to go in to get me something cold to drink, and I had you kneel beside me and kiss my legs while I drank it. After that, I stretched you out, naked on that green plastic chaise lounge, and THEN we made love by the pool.” She turned her head, again resting her right cheek on my chest as she spoke in the general direction of the front seat, “you were wondrously hard that evening, and I came again and again.”

“Well my sexy, young Responsible Party,” I said to her, “you apparently haven’t noticed, but I’m wondrously hard this morning. In fact I’m still fully erect,” I said again bending forward to kiss her hair. Then I whispered, “and I’m still fully inside you.”

I felt her freeze as though she were taking an internal inventory. Then she raised up and looked at me with wide eyes, “My God! You are! How delightful.” And she began to rock her hips slowly forward and back, feeling my cock moving inside her. She was still fully clothed, of course, since she hadn’t taken the time to remove anything before climbing on top of me, but I was determined to change that. I love this girl’s body, and was going to get as much of it naked as she would allow. I was going to have to do it one-handed since my right hand was holding her leg off the floor, but I’d had a little practice undressing Mistress Haley since last summer. With my left hand I undid the buttons of her yellow blouse. She watched me working my way down the front of her clothing. Then I opened the front of her blouse, and eased the shirttail up and out of her blue plaid skirt. I ran my hand inside, softly caressing her creamy smooth skin until I reached the small of her back at which point I reached up along her back, making sure my hand and arm were touching as much of her normally covered skin as possible. Mistress was now leaning forward staring directly into my eyes, and I had the impression she was holding her breath. I moved slowly, and as I raised my hand I began lifting and relaxing my hips so my cock would be moving up and down inside her in addition to the backward and forward motion she was producing by moving her hips.

When my fingertips reached the back of her bra I gently traced the band against her skin; first to the left, then to the right. At the same time I began flexing the fingers of my right hand to caress the leg I’d been holding all this time. I wanted to build sensations within her, adding one to another, and re-arouse the Girl-Force that took possession of the two of us earlier. Besides, I love touching her.

It was time for me to use one of those skills boys can’t develop unless there are girls intimately involved in their lives. I unhooked Mistress Haley’s bra one-handed. I could see the front band and cups relax as they fell slightly away from her body. I slowly slid my left hand from her back where it had just unhooked her around to her front where I lifted her lacy yellow bra part way off her breasts, and slowly, gently caressed the underside of each mound with the back of my hand. Mistress Haley’s eyes closed, her mouth opened slightly and she exhaled with a low drawn-out “Aaaaah…”

I lifted her bra out of the way, exposing the entirety of her breasts to my view. They’re small, of course because she’s only been developing for about a year and a half, but they’re beautifully shaped, and her nipples stand proud when she’s aroused. They’re like firm little buttons right now, surrounded by aureoles that are all goose-bumpy and crinkly. I admire the view for a long moment, then lift up and forward to bury my face between her breasts, and kiss her right in the valley of her developing cleavage. She clutches the back of my head, twining her fingers in my hair as I slide my lips up the inside swell of her breast to her nipple. I give it a little kiss, then slide down the outside of that breast. I turn down and under to plant kisses all along the undersides of both breasts. She’s gasping as I reach the outside of her second breast and start back up the curved surface to that nipple. A little kiss there, then I’m back between her breasts again. I kiss in a circle all along the outside of one breast, then start spiraling in toward the nipple, kissing and licking all the way. When I reach that aureole I make sure every little bit of its crinkly and obviously very tender surface is kissed. Then I lick around and around her nipple which is now standing as tall and proud as it can get. It’s time, so I nuzzle my way through her hair and whisper in her ear, “I think that beautiful nipple needs special attention, Mistress. May I have your permission….?”

“Yes, yes” she gasps. I lower my head, and draw her swollen nipple into my wet and eager mouth. I roll it gently between my lips, then I flick the very tip of it several times, fast, with the tip of my tongue. Mistress Haley inhales, trying to press more of her soft, young breast into my mouth. I open wide, and draw in as much of her as I can, and use my tongue to press against first one side of her straining nipple then the other. My hand is cupping and caressing her other breast with my thumb and forefinger gently pinching and releasing that nipple. My lovely, sexy mistress is beginning to look a little glassy-eyed as I begin lifting my hips, pressing my cock into her with more and more urgency. She’s bracing herself stiff-armed against my shoulders now, and my head is jammed against the Lexus’ door panel as she matches each of my upward thrusts into her by pushing back against me.

I’m losing myself. Her Girl-Force has me in its grip again, and nothing exists for me now but the sensations it creates. I gladly give myself over to it, knowing it will allow me no mercy anyway until it’s done with me. I feel the heat of her body on top of me. I feel the strength in her legs as she drives back against me. I feel her nipple in my mouth. It fits perfectly, and I want it there forever. She’s leaning over me now so her long, dark brown hair has fallen all around my head, and I’m focused on her face: a maelstrom of dark eyes, soft skin, and shining lips concentrated by the subtle odor of her perfume mixed with the enticing scent of her desire. Most of all, above everything, is the way my cock feels in her cunt. Sliding up and down on me, squeezing and releasing, Mistress Haley’s Girl-Force is sending electric pleasure shocks through my straining cock into my body and throughout my brain. This is what I was designed for. I have no meaning except for her. She is pleasure. She is life. She is all I want. She is release.

When release comes, it comes in a flood. I feel Mistress stiffen on top of me, and I hear that high pitched moan that gripped her before. As soon as the first spasm engulfs her cunt, I lose what little control I have left. I am driven up into her by contracting muscles that force my back into an arch, raising her well up above the car seat, until I’m supporting myself and her only with my heels and the back of my head. Then I fountain into her. I see her eyes widen as the first shock of hot boy-fluid strikes her center, and the Girl-Force that lives there exults in its pure, animal lust. I cum again, and again until I have nothing left to give. She matches me time for time, and even when I’m completely spent her cunt is still contracting around me calling for more. In this moment I realize for the first time that no matter how powerful we think the male sex drive is, it is nothing compared to the drive of a fully-aroused, eager-to-mate female.