Mr. Crassle gives you a gift to take to Mr. Wood

You slide out of bed next to Mr. Crassle and pad across the dark hotel room to the bathroom. You brush your teeth, clean up, and fix your makeup. When you're done you straighten your sun dress and panties and slip back into the dark hotel room to collect your purse. Just as turn to leave you see that Mr. Crassle is awake and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Sneaking out?" he asks with a grin.

You can see by the light of the moon that the old man is stroking his tool.

"Ernie is waiting on me," you explain. "I really need to go. I'm already late."

"I see," Crassle says and stands up.

He stands close to you, still stroking his dick, he smells like sweat and sex.

"I have something I want you to take with you," he says. "Take it for Ernie Wood."

"What's that?" you ask, feeling a little intimidated.

"Turn around, and I'll show you," he instructs.

There is something in his tone that forces you to comply.

Crassle's hands slide up the backs of your thighs, under your sun dress and up and over your panties. He drags them roughly down over your firm bubble butt, down your thighs to your knees. With a push between your shoulder blades he bends you over the motel dresser. Almost immediately his cock is at your pussy, dragging up and down and weyting your cunt with his seeping juices.

Crassle slides into you with some difficulty, you cry out with a bit of discomfort, but he is relentless. In moments your juices catch up with his and he is pounding in and out of your teenage cunt. He fucks you harder than any of the previous times, slamming into you until you feel his balls slap against your clipt. He holds onto your hips and skewers you on his dick. He makes you tell him you love it and you moan it to him, looking back over your shoulder at his face twisted with pleasure and exertion.

"Here it comes," he moans, "here's your gift for Ernie!"

You feel his cock erupting inside you again, filling your depths with his hot load.

"Take this to him," he laughs triumphantly, like he is conquering you and Mr. Wood. "Tell him how you liked to...ahhh...get..."

His cock continues to twitch and spew within you as he holds it buried inside you.

"...get filled with...ahhh...my cum."

Crassle makes you stay bent over the dresser until his cock softens, then he pulls your panties up for you as some of his load begins to ooze out of your swollen lips. You say goodbye, giving Crassle your number against your better judgement. As you drive home in your Jetta you can feel the squishy wetness of Crassle's cum trapped by the fabric of your panties against the bare lips of your pussy.

As you drive back to your house you see your stepdad's car in the driveway and the lights off. Across the street, Mr. Wood's lights are still on. He must have stayed awake waiting for you! Should you try to sneak home without waking up your stepdad? What if he catches you? Or should you go to Mr. Wood's house? You don't know what to do.