Stick Shifting

Logan Ravers leaned back as far his seat would let him, which wasn't much in his two-seat roadster, enjoying the air blowing at his body. The dashboard vents blew the badly needed cold air at his upper body. The heat and humidity were downright energy draining on a day like today. Despite that, he didn't mind at all, the warm air blowing down at his lower body. If performed correctly, the process would leave his essence drained as well, and the mouth currently blowing hot breath at him between deep-throatings knew the correct way without a doubt.

The eighteen-year-old blew his breath out with a sigh of pleasure. causing his dark, messy brown hair to shifted slightly. Normally, a smooth talker with women, he couldn't believe how the head in his lap pretty much fell there without any effort on his part. Looking over, Logan's electric-blue eyes roamed over the body kneeling across the front of the car. The stunning figure wore a little black dress that clung to every curve. Not a classic LBD, it appeared to be of the skimpy, cocktail dress variety with a short, loose bottom that flared out. At the moment, that loose bottom fought a losing battle to cover a curvy ass that Logan couldn't stop admiring. The firm, pale cheeks, called to him like a siren's scream, leading him to slip his right hand down to cup the half-exposed booty.

Damn, that can't be comfortable at all. Logan decided, his eyes traveling down the girl's figure, seeing how she torqued her body over and around the gear lever that separated the two seats. Feeling the need to express his thanks over her extraordinary efforts, he gently patted her dark red hair in encouragement. Good thing I jerked off earlier in preparation for tonight, or I wouldn't have made it two, three minutes with this skill.

The squeaking sound of poor brake pads in need of replacing drew his attention to the rearview mirror. Logan issued another sigh of relief to see that the increasing stream of cars and limousines continued to take the left portion of the split, and not down the road he chose to pull off of for his fun. Shit, maybe I shouldn't have jerked off earlier. Only a matter of time before someone wonders why I'm parked here.

The redhead pulled off his cock. Using her hands, she scooped out one of his balls from inside his dress pants, proceeding to lick and suck the engorged sac. Holding his cock steady, her tongue proceeded to lick along the underside of his cock from the base to the tip. Swirling her tongue around the cockhead, the redhead displayed a level of dexterity the caused Logan to shudder in pleasure. On instinct, he wrapped his hand further into her hand, grabbing a larger handful of those dark red locks.

"Hey, watch the hair, will ya! We still have a party to attend."

"Sorry, sorry. It's just that...you're fucking incredible," gasped Logan as her mouth enveloped his cock again.

"I told ya I wanted to thank you for bringing me," she reminded him with a loud pop as her mouth freed his dick. "And I always thank people in the very best ways."

"I didn't expect this kind of a thank you. You know you didn't need to do it," Logan pointed out for the fifth time since she requested that he find a place to park. "I would've brought you anyways."

Coming up for air again, the ginger looked at the considerate teenager. "I know you would've too, that's why I wanted to thank you in my special way."

That special way continued, causing Logan to forget all about his concerns about other cars or getting caught. Eyes glazing over from the pleasure, his brain still functioned enough to know that he should return the favor. The hand that groped her curvy cheeks slid further down between her legs, beginning light strokes over the wet panties. Oh, man, I didn't think I would get lucky until after the party, not before. Oh, what a night this is going to be! So many possibilities and my date already said we won't be exclusive tonight.

Another shudder at the redhead's tongue-work shot Logan's underwear-covered fingers inside her steaming lovehole. The woman's body shot forward itself with a loud moan. Unfortunately, the gear lever dug into her stomach, resulting in another moan, but this one from annoyance, not pleasure.

"Fuck this," she said, causing Logan to panic momentarily. The looming threat of blue balls almost caused him to shove her mouth back onto his throbbing member. But as he started to grip the back of her head, he remembered to be gracious for whatever fun he already had. "Let's screw!"

"Uh, if you hadn't noticed, there's not much room in here," he remarked, spreading his arm out to display the confined space of his small sports car. "And I don't think us running off into the woods is really an option."

"Hmm, drop the top then. I can ride you."

Taken back at the suggestion, Logan glanced again at the rearview mirror as another limo turned off toward the main entrance to the lodge, reminding him of the risk. His partner already had moved back to her seat, kneeling on it, while having to duck her head at the low ceiling. Her eyes burning with desire, she looked expectantly at the teenager.

"Uh, isn't that going too far? We're already lucky that no one stopped to see what we're doing. I think lowering the top is asking for trouble," he pointed out, but his words didn't appear to matter to the horny young woman. "Maybe we should wait and sneak off after we get inside the lodge."

"The risk of getting caught is part of the thrill. I would've thought a Ravers like you wouldn't care," the redhead remarked, studying his face. "Maybe the stories about your family are just that: stories."

Whatever argument that had been on the tip of Logan's tongue stayed there unspoken as her comment cut through him like a knife, she couldn't have known how close her point came to his own internal struggles. Logan's parents often reminded him to control his impulses and stay in control, rather than let his passions overtake him. His father, in particular, often pointed out that he had as much Finlay blood coursing his veins as he did Ravers blood. But as others constantly reminded him, the Ravers surname was his own, and that name carried with it expectations. And the Ravers blood also brought with it pride, a pride that led his finger to find the button that controlled the convertible top.

"I knew you had it in you, sport," clapped the redhead at the whine of the motor as it slowly began the process of letting in the sunlight and hot air. "I need this cum so badly."

Watching as his date didn't even wait for the top to be half down before moving to straddle him, Logan realized that at least the stories were true about one of them. Poppy Dufor's reputation for wild, fun-living times seemed to be getting proven right. Three years older than Logan, Poppy had long, dark red hair, green eyes, large breasts, and a curvy ass. Most of his years since puberty, Logan had admired the hotness of the wild filly. I wonder if the talk of her being a nymphomaniac is right too. Holy shit! This is really happening.

Despite his family's reputation--well, his Uncle Robert's reputation to be honest--Logan still couldn't believe he was about to actually have sex with Poppy. She and Hannah Woodsen had to be two of the most desirable dream partners for most men in town, and if more rumors were true, then a whole lot of women too. Yet, the two smokeshows also had an additional reputation as being extremely picky with who they went to bed with. They weren't common sluts spreading their legs wide for any man.

Using one hand to center his cock, Poppy used her other to push aside her wet thong as she slid down onto Logan. A dual sigh rang out that almost rivaled the whine of the convertible motor. The teenager clenched his teeth as the warm velvet feel of her pussy came close to making him erupt. Breathing deeply several times, Logan fought to stave off the impending orgasm.

"Aren't you happy we ran into each, Loggie?" cooed the spicy ginger, pinching his cheek.

"Very," croaked the teenager. Although I'm starting to think that our meeting wasn't purely accidental, Logan said to himself. He knew he had a set routine for what he did a few days of the school week, and it wouldn't be too hard for someone to learn that on Tuesdays he went for a jog down by Founders Park. That's where he literally ran into Poppy that afternoon by the swan pond in her tight jogging outfit, one that looked remarkably sweat-free for a person who claimed to have been working out. Small talk ensued, revealing that Poppy didn't have an invitation to her step-brother's party, leading to Logan somehow inviting her to accompany him as his plus-one. Of course, getting possibly manipulated didn't matter to Logan any longer.

"Oh, my! You Raveres definitely live up to the size talk," groaned the redhead as she raised her body up until only the tip remained inside of her. Staring into his eyes, Poppy winked right before dropping her weight back down on him, causing his rock-hard dick to slam back into her.

"Fuuucccckkkkk!" the teen moaned, before recovering enough to express his concern. "I don't know how long I can last. Not after your blowjob, Poppy."

"Oh, I don't expect you to last long at all," she responded, moving her mouth along the side of his head. Blowing air into his ear, she sultrily whispered, "I want it fast, hard, and nasty. Can you do that, Mr. Ravers?"

"Y-Yeah, I c-can," stuttered Logan, who immediately cursed himself for sounding like the inexperienced schoolboy that he wasn't.

"Good," Poppy said, her voice back to normal levels. Giving his neck a long lick, she pulled back, sitting on his lap, she brought her hands to his shoulders. "Let's begin."

Logan rolled his head back as Poppy began to impale herself over and over on his cock, capturing inch after inch of it before almost freeing his shaft from captivity, only to quickly envelop it again. Even with his dress pants providing a thin level of cushion, the slapping of their bodies began to sound across the quiet section of wilderness.

Gripping down at the sides of the driver seat, Logan couldn't recall the last time he struggled so hard to keep from erupting. The fast, frenzied pace of the experienced girl's bouncing required every page of out his Ways To Hold Off Your Orgasm book. He thought of baseball, his biology final next month, elderly and wheezy Mrs. Molger from down the street, and his reoccurring nightmare of his date turning into a werewolf. Despite every trick he could think of, Logan knew he wasn't going to make it.

Then Poppy abruptly stopped her rapid rhythm.

She didn't just slow down; no, she halted any movement. Instead, the redhead sat on his lap, appraising him. Her thoughtful face slowly morphed into a disappointed one.

"Uh, what's wrong?" Logan asked.

"You," she answered. "I thought a Ravers would be more active. Not the kind of guy that sat there and let a girl do all the work. It's pretty fucking disappointing, to be honest."

"Shit! Sorry, sorry, I didn't--I'm not usually like that. It's--well, I didn't expect us to do this out here and so fast," Logan stammered. Fuck! This is bad. This isn't like me. I can't--no, I won't go out like this, no way! His hands flew from the sides of the car seat to her hips. "Let's try this again."

"I guess," Poppy sighed. "I'm kind of losing the mood."

Swooping forward, Logan began to kiss her softly, as he helped guide the redhead up and down on his shaft. He worked on roaming his hands across her back and down to her firm, curvy ass. Breaking off their kiss, Logan moved to kiss her neck, jawline, and finally, he began to nibble on her earlobe. All the time, their bodies moved at a much slower pace than Poppy had maintained when she controlled it.

After about three more minutes of this level of screwing, Poppy sighed again, pushing Logan's face away from hers. Shaking her head, she began to appear more frustrated than disappointed.

"Maybe we should head to the party," she suggested.

"What? Why?"

"This isn't doing it for me."

"I'm involved now. Give it a little time," Logan pointed out.

"Yeah, you are, but it's not helping," Poppy remarked. "I'm not some china doll that you have to worry about breaking. I appreciate your chivalry, but when I fuck, I want to FUCK."

"Hey, I know how to fuck. Plenty of other girls love what I do to them," Logan indigently protested. "Ask around."

"Yeah, I'm sure they loved it. But they were little girls, and I'm not a little girl," Poppy said, starting to get up. "The Ravers reputation doesn't match up with reality for me."

A surge of anger flashed throughout Logan's body as his pride took a hit. His hands slid back down to her hips, holding her tightly. Staring into her eyes, he spoke with a newfound level of passion.

"You aren't going anywhere. You want a fucking, I'll give you a fucking," he said, slamming his cock upward.

"Fine. I'll give you one last chance, but you already have two strikes. Get another, and you're done for the night with me. Got that?"

Rather than respond with talk, Logan roughly grabbed her head with one hand, yanking it toward his, where his mouth met hers in a steamy kiss. His other hand cupped her butt cheek, digging his fingers into the flesh. At the same time, Logan thrust upward, over and over.

"That enough passion for you?" he asked, breaking their kiss. Logan started to move his mouth down to her neck once again, but Poppy pushed him away.

"No, it's not," the redhead snapped, while slapping him across the cheek. "More!"

"Oh, you want more?" Logan snapped back, slamming her body back with his next thrusts, her back pushing into the steering wheel, causing the horn to blare. Not caring anymore about getting discovered, Logan paid little mind to the car horn breaking the silence around them.

Momentarily, his hands left their grip on her head and ass, moving to her shoulders, he yanked the straps of her dress down, exposing her shelf-bra clad D-cups.

"Watch the dress!" Poppy shrieked, suddenly the one concerned over appearances.

"Fuck the dress," Logan spat back, unclasping her bra, allowing her ample tits to burst entirely free. Scooping one of the mounds of flesh into his hand, he brought it to meet his mouth, sucking and biting the nipple.

The moan and arching of Poppy's back told Logan that his renewed efforts met her approval. Alternating back and forth from her bountiful breasts, he ravaged those light pink nipples.

"Oh, gawd. Oh, gawd," Poppy moaned.

"Like that, huh?" Logan teased, lift his mouth off her left nipple.

"No, oh, gawd, someone's coming!" she screeched out.

Turning his head, Logan could see what seemed to be a white delivery trunk approaching from the direction of the gate. The truck already appeared to be slowing down as the driver blinked in disbelief at the action going on inside the silver roadster.

"Fuck 'em. Ride me, Poppy, let them see what a slut you are for me," Logan ordered her, resuming his pummeling of her pussy.

"Oh, shit, oh, shit, ooohhhh gawwwwwdddd!!!" shrieked the ginger as her eyes met those of the fascinated driver as his truck slowly drove past. A mini-series of orgasms rocked her body.

"You're welcome!" called out Logan as the truck finished its pass of his car. Turning his attention back to now whimpering Poppy, he began to heave his cock back and forth with every ounce of strength he had left.

Practically lifting her body into the air with every thrust, Logan marveled at how her big tits bounced this way and that way. Her body now a ragdoll, a satisfied feeling of pride flowed through his body. This is how a Ravers fucks, Poppy. Never doubt our skills ever again. This time as he felt the impending eruption, Logan didn't hold back. And an explosion of volcanic proportions it turned out to resemble. Logan lost count of the pulses his cock gave, but it had to be close to double digits. Poppy proved to indeed be multi-orgasmic as she experienced a full-fledged orgasm as his cum filled her to the brim. After the car horn and the truck driver, Logan hardly cared as her scream of pleasure echoed around the woods, sending at least one bird flying into the air.

As both sex partners recovered with gasps for air, Poppy began to giggle. The giggles led to chuckling, then to outright laughing. Logan curiously lifted her head from his chest.

"What's so funny?"

"You might be the first Ravers to ever have sex on this land, or at least the first in at least a century. And I brought you here! That's the ultimate fuck you to Fletch's family," the redhead explained.

"So, you got your **** on your brother for not inviting you?"

"Oh, no. He's going to find it hilarious."

"Um, okay. You know you got one screwed up family, Poppy," Logan remarked until her earlier comment led him to another thought. "Yeah, I might be the first, but I can guarantee you I won't be the last. Uncle Robert will see to that, no doubt."