My place

Now that the new deceiving Erica had bought us a whole weekend together, I wanted as much privacy as I could get with her. And there's no place like home to have some quality fun, is there? With one hand one the wheel and another on Erica's head, I pulled out and drove by Erica's driveway very slowly. As I got my second blowjob of the day, I took a closer look at her place. Nice house, upper-class, two stories and had one of the doors open. As I was staring, a woman, presumably Erica's mom, rushes outside with a basket of clothes. She starts hanging each piece and completely fails to notice my car. The garden's surrounded by short, trimmed bushes and anyone can easily see past them. She's hanging a pair of jeans when I roll the passenger's window down and strike a conversation.

"Hey neighbor!" - I yell in the friendliest tone I can. At this point, I'm not sure if out of curiosity or fear of getting caught, but Erica starts to squirm and tries to sit up again. My strong grip on her neck and a quiet 'shhh shhh' easily prevents her, however.

"Oh, hey there!" - The woman replies with a smile, now noticing my "lonesome" self inside.

"What a nice day we have today, isn't it, miss...?"

"Byrde! Miss Byrde! And it sure is. Specially for some laundry!" - She casually adds, laughing. Erica now knew her mom was just a few feet away as her good girl's mouth was stuffed with dick. Unsurprisingly, Erica stops trying to sit up but, in the shock of the moment, she also stops sucking. - "Are you new in this area? I haven't seen you around." - Mrs. Byrde continues.

Slipping my fingers through Erica's hair, I **** her back down on my dick. My unsolicited help causes her to gag for the first time, too. Luckily for her, it wasn't loud enough for her mom to hear it, but it certainly made her understand the point I was trying to make. - "Indeed I am! Just moved two streets down." - I lie, prolonging our chat a little.

"Ah, welcome to the neighborhood, then! You're gonna love it here! It's very peaceful and everyone's friendly." - What a nice lady. I couldn't help but wonder how friendly she would still be if only she knew just how friendly her daughter was getting with me at the exact second.

"Oh, I've noticed! Everyone's willing to do just about anything to help you out!" - I say, trying to hold a laugh. - "They really go 'alllll' the way just to give you a hand. It's incredible!" - Or, in my case, head. And as I said 'all', I **** Erica's head as far down as it could go in that position, making her gag even louder. I loved that she couldn't even complain about any of it. Any word from her could make her mom suspicious, it was the perfect power play.

"Ah, yeah, we're known for it! By the way, are you having car troubles? My husband is fantastic with those, I can..."

"No, no, no. I'm actually a bit lost, if I'm being honest. Could you tell me where can I take the I-22? You know, to get to Tillwood?" - I ask, leaning towards the passenger's window, as if to hear her better. In truth, I was just trying to squeeze Erica's ass while she played with my dick. This time, I was happy about her shorts weren't too tight. All bunched up, that thing had slid up, giving me some nice skin to play with.

"Oh, Tillwood? Easy-peasy. Just follow this road all the way down and take a left at the roundabout. Then keep going and you'll hit the I-22."

"That all? Perfect! Thank you, Mrs. Byrde and sorry to disturb!" - I say, waving goodbye.

"Don't mention it! And why don't you drop by one of these days for supper? We'd love to meet our new neighbor!"

"Don't you tempt me or I just might!" - I joke, pulling out and driving away. Looking down, Erica's striving to please me just like I'd ordered her earlier. - Is this how their family greets every new neighbor? No wonder this area is growing so fast. And here I was thinking it was the mall... - Out of her moms view, I finally remove my hand from her head. She immediately sits up.

"Mr. Archer?! What the heck did you just do?!"

"Who? Me? I was just asking a friendly lady for directions..." - I answer with a grin. - "While her daughter blew me, that is. Why do you ask?"

"Why?! How can you...? Why?! She could've seen us! She could've seen me!" - Erica yells, exasperated, bringing her hand to her racing heart.

"Nah, not from that angle. You gotta learn to live a little, ya know?"

"Live? But you almost... we were almost..."

"Almost is the key, here, darling. Wasn't it thrilling? Look at you right now. Flushed, heart pumping. Don't you feel alive?" - I ask, bringing my hand to her chest, "accidentally" brushing against her boobs. Erica's so out of it, she doesn't even notice.

"I don't know, I feel... relieved."

"Yeah, but wasn't it fun, though? To stick it up to your mom a little bit?" - I knew her parents were strict, her phone conversation earlier had been very enlightening. Shrugging, Erica doesn't reply. - "C'mon, be honest with yourself. Didn't it feel good to not 'do as you're told' for once? To show your mom she can't just boss you around 24/7? That you're not a child anymore? Huh? Wasn't it invigorating to feel like you're in control of your life? To DECIDE for yourself to blow your teacher right in front of your house knowing there's NOTHING she could do about it?" - I had now managed to put a sneaky smile on Erica's face. - "You know I'm right..."

"She can be really bossy sometimes..." - She coyly adds.

"Don't I know it? I had the same with my parents. And boy it felt so good to finally break free... just like you're doing right now."

"Yeah?"

"Hell yeah. There comes a point when we just have to stand up for ourselves and start living the way WE want... don't you think?"

"Yea... I guess..."

"You guess? Or you know? Would your mom have approve of you joining the Olympics?"

"No way..."

"Right. Yet she demands you go to an amazing college... and would she approve of your little "initiative" today?"

"Hah, only if she was dead..."

"Exactly. But whose decisions are those to make? Yours or hers?"

"Mine?"

"What's that? I didn't hear you."

"Mine!" - She repeats out loud.

"Damn straight. You do what YOU think is best. It's YOUR life after all..."

"It is! My life!" - She yells again, even more enthusiastically. I was starting a rebellion in that girl's head and I was loving it.

"Fuck yeah, it is! So who decides when and how you're gonna study math?!"

"Me!"

"And who decides who you're gonna spend your weekend with?"

"Me!!"

"That's right! And who decides what you're gonna do to pass math?!"

"Me!!!" - She yells, looking really pumped.

"Yeah, you! Prove to your mom you're your own person! Hell, prove it to yourself!"

"Fuck yeah!" - She curses for the first time, in the cutest of ways.

"So who's gonna work hard and earn those points tonight because SHE wants it?!" - I ask, waving my semi-hard dick in the air.

"Me!" - Grabbing me in her hands and lowering her head, Erica goes back down like a good girl.

"That's the spirit!" - I cheer her on, placing one hand behind my head and just enjoying the ride.

While Erica gladly "stands up to her mom", I start looking outside, watching all the suckers walk by, living their regular, boring life, while there I was, getting blown for the second time that day by another insanely hot teen. I feel so lucky. I feel so good. And although Erica was far from good at it, her previous gags and her current eagerness were leaving a nice trail of drool on me. - "That's it, Erica, make it sloppy." - I mumble in her ear. The ride to my house is pretty long, so I feel like we can still have some more fun on the way.

As soon as we leave her neighborhood, we reach the I-22, a small highway that connects the counties. That means triple lanes. Which means cars by our side. Which means possible witnesses. Which means more fun. In the position that we were, Erica was invisible to nearby cars, even if her head was bobbing. Unless they were really close, they wouldn't be able to see anything. To "remedy" that, I speed up, lining right next to a black Dodge pick-up. It's huge and it's right by the driver's side. Whoever's inside can clearly see Erica's from their height. It turns out there are two guys inside, both of them looking like farmers of some kind. It only takes the passenger a few seconds to realize what's happening.

His eyes bulge out in a mix of shock and awe and he turns to his buddy. They start talking and about a minute later, I watch the Dodge get reeeeal close to my car. Next thing I know the rednecks have their window down and the passenger's sticking his head out like a hungry dog. I pretend not to notice, though I can clearly see everything with the corner of my eye. The redneck can't stop smiling and his jaw remains half-open the whole time he stared, almost like those dogs who like to feel the wind on their face. And in the spirit of fellowship, I decide to give him even more of a show.

Pretending to finally see him there, I give him a 'sup' nod, look down at Erica's head, then back at him with a sly smile. He's now waving both of his thumbs in the air, giving me his seal of approval. Erica's extremely hot, but far from proficient in the art of sucking dick. So to make things interesting, I place my hand back on her head and look at the redneck with a look of 'should I?'. He's so damn thrilled, I can hear him yelling 'Do it! Do it!' outside. And like a good showman, I please my crowd. Without warning, I push my dick up into Erica's mouth. Deep. I don't push her head down, but I buck my hips up. Erica's first instinct is to pull up, but unfortunately for her, my hand's in the way, and she quickly starts to squirm with jab. Her struggle's evident and so is the redneck's admiration. He starts yelling obscenities like 'Fuck that whore!' and 'Yeah, give it to her good!' as he watches me stuff that teen's mouth right in front of him.

It wasn't nearly what you'd call a proper facefuck, much less a throatfuck, I didn't really feel like driving home covered in puke. But it's plenty of fun to give Erica a little taste of what it feels like to really give head. And even though I was far from going to town on her, she's gagging and spitting all over me. I continue the show for a few minutes when the dodge suddenly takes a fork on the road and leaves us ourselves again. I wasn't sure if Erica had noticed any of it, but she was likely more worried about not **** on dick.

My weekend's starting to look very damn promising. - I thought I'd be spending it correcting shitty exams by myself, but now... now I'm getting my dick sucked in public- Who knows what else I can get away with?

"Oooh, this is fun... miss Byrde." - I allude to Erica's surname. - "I'm quite pleased with your first secretary task.".

Wiping some drool off her chin, Erica smiles not complaining about the little game I played earlier. - "Does that... does that mean I get points?!"

"Now, now, miss Byrde. First day on the job and you already want your paycheck? Makes me wonder how much you really want this..." - I reply, faking discontent.

"No, Mr. Archer, I... I really want this, I'm sorry I asked, I... promise I'll be good!" - And without being told, my little cock sucker starts going down at it again. - "Better. That's better...". - I pet her head, complimenting her attitude.

Unfortunately, though, no more pick-ups or trucks are in sight, which means I have to improvise. This time, I pick a fancy sedan a few feet ahead and "pair" with it by the passenger's side. In it were 4 dudes, all looking like posh playboys. I make eye-contact with the driver, who just looks at me like I'm a freak.

Erica's on the seat next to mine, knees against her chest, bent over. But that's no way to put up a show for our spectators, so I make some adjustments. - "Miss Byrde, dear... you definitely know how to take the stress out of traffic. Why don't you show my balls some love, too?"- I hint, far from subtly, and slide my shorts all the way to my feet. Spreading my legs, I watch Alice stare at my sweaty and hairy groin for a while, speechless. - "Now, miss Byrde." - With a hand on her neck, I guide Erica's head to its destination: my hairy ballsack. The thing is, Erica's short. To reach my balls she can't just move her head. Thanks to the gap between seats and the position of my balls whilst driving, Erica needs to get much closer. And the only way to shove her head between my thighs is to get on her knees and elbows. This means... face down, ass up, exactly as planned.

Doing her best of an impossible request, Erica's ass is now perked up, and partly visible to our playboy friends outside. The look on their faces is priceless and soon after they're high-fiving each other, as if I was somehow part of their team. They're happy to see a barely covered ass staring back at them, and they keep following us for a while. My exit's coming, though, so, as a goodbye gift, I hook my hand into Erica's short's leg holes and pull them up. That gives the lads a pretty accurate idea of Erica's ass cheeks, which makes them go wild, honking and cheering me on as I repeat the action over and over until we go our separate ways. My house is a mere two minutes away now.

Pulling over to my parking spot and instruct Erica. - "Alright, miss iron-jaw, we're home. I'll go in first. It's house number 4. You wait a couple of minutes, then follow me inside, ok? Act casual, as if you just came home from school. Which... well, you did. Kind of."- I add, laughing and sliding my shorts up. - "Got it?"

"Got it."

I didn't want any nosy neighbor gossiping, so I handed her the car keys and go inside. A minute passes and Erica enters my living room, a bit breathless from the adrenaline.

"Home sweet home... we can finally kick back and relax a little!" - I tell her with a hug from behind. - "But first things first."