The Girl in the Mirror (Part 3) (Englisch) - Sexgeschichten

The Girl in the Mirror (Part 3) (Englisch)

... for the comforter she had gotten for Christmas.

. . .

The miles went by, Rod driving in his heavy winter clothes, Tami huddled cross-legged in her comforter, only her face showing.

"This car is c - o - l - d!" Tami said, watching her breath form little clouds in front of her.

Rod looked across. "You look like a primitive cave woman."

Tami smiled. "Huddled up in the fur you got me. . . You captured me from that tribe across the river. You know, those white people."

Rod reached over and felt the top of Tami's head through the blanket. "Still have that lump from where I clubbed you?"

Tami shifted and bent over, her face approaching Rod's crotch. "I'd like to see that club again."

"Tami -- !!"

A big bundle of blanket moved slowly onto his crotch, like a leech intent on sucking the life juice out of him.

"Ohhh -- "

Rod breathed heavily and stared dully at the road ahead. The warm, wet suction continued. The head of the bundled, blanketed creature bobbed up and down, taking his caveman's club in deeper and deeper. In less than two minutes the spurts of semen were shooting out, feeding the blanketed creature. The creature's victim moaned loudly. "OHHHH! . . . OHHH!"

Tami swallowed every drop and got up, wiping her mouth on the comforter, giggling at what Uncle Robert might think about her use of his gift. The semen was tasty and salty and a little fishy. She might have been grossed out with another man, but with Rod the semen tasted like sex, like ...

... love, like life. Mmmm, very good. Nourishing.

She looked over at Rod's wet, slowly deflating penis, saw him shift and try to zip himself back up with one hand while keeping the other hand on the wheel. "Now I can tell you," she said.

"Tell me what?"

"The white tribe has sent me to kill you." Tami pushed Rod's hand away and once again went down to take his wet penis in her mouth. "I'm going to make you come to death. How many loads can you give me before we get to the school? We've got maybe two hours to go, right?"

Rod looked down at the persistent bobbing blanketed creature, feeling it feed on him again. This was exquisite torture. "Nooo . . . Ohhh . . ." He kept his eyes on the road.

. . .

Tami, her bare foot carefully swathed in the end of the blanket, trod the gas pedal on Rod's car as they came up on the highway exit for Campbell- Frank. She smiled as she looked over to her boyfriend, lying on the passenger seat, head back, snoring. I really sucked him out! She enjoyed his being in her power. She had gotten four ejaculations out of him while he was driving and unable to do anything about it. He had tried to push her away, but she was strong and he had to keep the car under control. Finally after the last come, which was just a couple of thin, weak spurts, he said he was sleepy and asked Tami to take the wheel. Two minutes later he was in dreamland. That is, if he had enough energy even to dream!

Tami felt full and satiated. Her belly seemed to slosh ...