Chapter 6: Keith Drives Me Home - and His Dick Into Me

“Guess it was a good thing Ashley woke up after all, eh Kelly?” he tried to joke with me as we drove down the road, “God, I can’t imagine what would have happened if Kathy had come up ten minutes earlier!”

“Maybe she would have joined in?” I teased him.

“Noooooo, not a chance,” Keith said, vigorously shaking his head. “As I guess you’ve noticed, Kathy may let it loose in the bedroom but she’s not into any of that kind of stuff. I tried to bring to up once and you would have thought I had said I wanted to adopt a whore or something!”

“Have you ever cheated on her?” I asked nonchalantly.

“God no,” he responded quickly, “I love her dearly and would NEVER do something like that to her.”

“But what about what we just did?” I asked.

“Oh ... THAT,” he said, as if he had forgotten all about it. “It’s not like we did anything you know.”

“But didn’t you want to?”

“Now don’t even go there,” he said, but with a big grin.

“Why, don’t you think I’m sexy enough to fuck?” I asked in my innocent little girl voice.

He didn’t get a chance to answer as we were almost to my place now. As he pulled into our driveway, suddenly I felt this tremendous urge to be fucked by him. It wasn’t just the typical horny feeling like when I just feel a need to get laid. No, I specifically wanted HIM to fuck me. It was killing me that I had to be the one to convince HIM to fuck ME. After all, this was NOT how the game was supposed to be played. Nope, HE was supposed to want ME and then I was the one to make the decision as to whether to let him fuck me or leave him hanging. The fact he was married, and apparently happily so, only made it all the more impossible for me to resist him.

All in all, it was a matter of principle for me now, a matter of personal pride and ego. The way things were, if he just dropped me off at home and left me hanging I think I would have been upset for the rest of the night - and probably a lot longer. Actually, I wasn’t sure how I would react since such a thing had never happened to me before. I was always the one in charge, the one to decide whether or not he would get to have me. Being at the mercy of Keith ... well it just sucked!

As he put the truck in park, my mind went into full gear. He turned to me to say goodbye but before he could say anything I quickly pulled my shorts to the floor in one swift motion and then lifted one bare leg up on the seat, leaving the other on the floor. My pussy was there for his viewing please and I couldn’t believe he would say no now.

“You never did get to see me cum again,” I teased him, letting my fingers run slowly over my bare stomach and pussy.

Keith looked all around, a little panic maybe in his face.

“Kelly, what the hell are you doing? What if someone see you!” he gasped.

“Nahhhhh, my parents won’t be home for another hour at least and the neighbors can’t see me in here with these windows,” I replied seductively, “So who’s to watch ... except YOU.”

“But...,” he tried to say but I wouldn’t let him finish.

“Why don’t you just shut up and enjoy the show Keith,” I insisted, “After all, you paid for it!”

Leaning back until my head was resting on the door, I lifted my left leg up and behind the driver seat, hooking it on the center console while I played with myself. Actually, I wasn’t paying so much attention to my pussy as I was the expression on Keith’s face. Knowing Kathy, I doubted that she had ever done anything quite this voyeuristic for him ever before. I could picture him writing a letter to some porn magazine, starting out with the usual “I never thought this could happen to me...”

“What’s the matter Keith, aren’t you gonna play with yourself for me?” I asked sweetly.

Once again he looked around, as if certain there were a hundred telescopes trained on the two of us. Apparently he needed a little bit more of a nudge.

“C’mon Keith, show me how you play with yourself,” I asked him again, “You know, I loved looking at your cock before. It looked so big and hard. I want to see it again.”

Finally, the little head grabbed control from the big head and he let out a deep breath and undid his jeans. After yet another glance around us, he slid them down just below his knees and his cock popped up in the air from his thick pubic hair like an ancient idol rising from the depths of a dark jungle. God, what I would have given at that moment to reach over and suck it but the time wasn’t right for that - at least not yet.

“Mmmmmmm, you have such a great cock Keith,” I said slowly, seductively, “Stroke it for me while you watch me make myself cum.”

The fastest way to get an orgasm is not to play with yourself faster but to put yourself in the right emotionally charged atmosphere. This situation certainly qualified. Here we were, in the remaining daylight, parked at the top of my driveway, and both of us were masturbating like we were in the privacy of our bedrooms. It wasn’t anything too out of the ordinary for me but I had a feeling it was a new experience for Keith.

I scooted forward until my ass was up on the center console, lifting my butt off the seat and putting my pussy in full view for him.

“Make me cum, Keith,” I begged him, “Touch my pussy and make me cum.”

Keith hesitated, long enough that I started to worry that maybe he was going to be able to resist me after all. Like he had said before, mutual masturbation was one thing but to have actual physical contact with another woman was another thing entirely. Even so, oral sex wasn’t really “sex” so just touching me certainly didn’t qualify as adultery. He must have been able to rationalize it himself as his hand slowly worked its way towards my pussy.

“That’s it Keith, touch it,” I encouraged him, “I want to feel your hand on me so bad.”

That seemed to do it and I felt his fingers on me, caressing me and exploring me. I didn’t know what made me feel better, his fingers on my pussy or knowing that I had convinced him to at least touch me. One step at a time...

“Put your fingers in me,” I instructed him, “fuck me with your fingers.”

He obediently first put one finger in me and as wet as I was, was able to quickly follow it with a second. He pushed them in and out of me like he was fucking me while one of my hands played with my clit and the other reached under my top and started to caress my boobs.

“God you have such a pretty pussy,” he said softly, “I’ve always wanted Kathy to shave hers but she keeps refusing.”

Mmmmmmm, now THAT was a good sign. It was the first time he had mentioned anything about something about me that turned him on more than Kathy and it was music to my ears. It wasn’t enough just to get him to cheat on Kathy; after all, any whore could do that for a hundred bucks. No, I wanted more. I wanted his lust. I wanted him to want me more than Kathy, to be willing to do anything to have me, even if it was only for a few minutes here in his truck.

What I really wanted was for him to briefly forsake his wife out of his adulterous lust to have sex with me. Sure, when we were done he would go back to her; but I knew he would always remember how for just a few moments in time, he had abandoned her in favor of me. THAT’S what I wanted from him now. Any girl can get most any guy to fuck her, but to have a place in his soul forever was the ultimate prize.

We didn’t have a lot of time as I knew if he was too late getting home he would never be able to explain it to Kathy so I did what normally I would have despised myself for doing - I faked it. Yes, I faked an orgasm. It’s not that hard really since guys don’t seem to have a clue what one really is anyway and just think of the shows put on by porn stars. Besides, they can vary so much from one time to another that few girls really know when another is faking it.

“Oh yes, Keith, make me cum harder,” I pleaded with him. It wasn’t a TOTAL fake, not like some whore playing a role to please her customer. I rally WAS enjoying it, I just wasn’t cumming. It didn’t matter as he thought I was and that’s what counted.

After a few more theatrics - guys always seem to think every orgasm requires odd body contortions and lots of moaning and gasping, a totally wrong concept by the way, and I slumped down as if I was finished. He started to pull his fingers out of me but I grabbed his hand and held it in me.

“That felt so good Keith,” I whispered to him, “I want more ... I want you to give me more.”

Thinking I was referring to his finger fucking, he started to move his fingers around inside of me again until I looked at him and gave him a seductive smile.

“I wasn’t referring to your fingers, you know” I teased him, “I was thinking more of that incredible dick.”

For a moment my heart raced and I thought maybe I had pushed too hard or too fast. His fingers stopped and then he pulled them out of me quickly. Before he could think too much more about it, I twisted myself around, getting on my knees and leaning over the console. I reached for his dick which, despite any other second thoughts he might be having, was still hard and ready for action. Mmmmmmm, the cock never lies!

“Kelly ... I don’t think you should do that,” he said weakly, his hands brushing mine away but without much vigor.

I knew token resistance when I saw it and this was even more token than usual. He just needed to resist a little to satisfy his conscience so that later, when he was feeling guilty and wondering why he had done what he had done, he could shift the blame to me. In his mind, he would rationalize it by saying it wasn’t his fault that I had seduced him and taken advantage of him. Yeah, like I was going to force someone twice my size to do anything he didn’t want to!

Personally, it didn’t matter how he managed his guilt, it was his actions that counted and I knew once I had his dick in my mouth it would be all over but the shouting, I mean fucking. The important thing was that I had his cock in my hand now and I could feel the warmth of it in my palm as my fingers wrapped themselves around it.

“I want to suck your hard cock,” I said, looking up at his face.

He was the perfect picture of a conflict of emotions. I knew from the way his lips were dry and his breathing had quickened that he wanted it but at the same time I could see the decency and shame in him trying to stop himself. Well give me a break! There was no guy in the world could say no to a girl like me who says she wants to suck his cock.

“It’s OK, it’s not really sex you know,” I assured him, “I’m just gonna suck it.”

As I mentioned previously, so far as I was concerned oral sex really isn’t “sex”, at least not in the biblical sense that determines whether a man is committing adultery. That said, it doesn’t mean he isn’t lusting for me which puts him in jeopardy with another commandment, but an adultery charge wouldn’t stick. When I say I will never cheat on my husband, even with his permission, that doesn’t mean I can’t suck off a few of his friends now and then. I just would never let them fuck me.

Keith weakly tried to protest one last time but I wasn’t listening any more as I lowered my head to his lap. My lips met the soft tip of his cock and I kissed it gently, just on the very top of the head. Then I reached out with my tongue and softly caressed the head of his cock, running just the tip of my tongue over and around him, slowly working my way further down, letting more of the surface of my tongue press against his cock as I descended. I could tell from the musky scent of his crotch he was horny for me, some things just can’t be faked!

So many girls seem to think the ol’ head bob is all they are obligated to do when sucking a dick. Certainly, no guy is going to push her away for it but I know they appreciate it when I take my time to put out the extra effort. Using my tongue is one of the most effective means for stimulating a guy. I have had guys that I could have “bobbed” forever and they never would have cum, and they often claimed as well that no girl had ever made them cum with just their mouth. Well, add in a little of the right tongue and lip action and so far I have never failed to make any man cum using just my mouth - a record I am quite proud of by the way!