Shhh! Don't Tell (10 BOOK BUNDLE TABOO EROTICA) (15 page)

The park was deserted when they pulled into the parking lot. It was a popular spot for people to go make-out at but it looked like they would have the place to themselves for now at least. That was good. She didn’t want anybody watching her anyway.

Maybe it would be Bobby’s lucky night after all. The whiskey was making her feel good now and her pussy started to tingle again. She’d never let him touch it before. He might just die if she let him finger bang her and then fuck her in the same night. Only if he had a condom though. There was no way in hell she was having this numb-skull’s baby.

He turned the car off and leaned over to her. “Can I have some of that whiskey now?”

“I guess, just a little,” she said. “I don’t want you getting drunk though.” She handed him the bottle.

He put it to his mouth and turned it straight up and down then wiped his mouth once he’d finished.

“Did you get enough?” she said.

“I think so.”

She shook her head and took the bottle back from him, taking another small sip herself before putting it back under the seat.

“Well,” he said, “what should we talk about?”

“How about you just kiss me instead. I’m feeling frisky tonight.”

“If that’s what you want,” he said, doing a poor job of playing it cool. He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over and stuck his tongue into her mouth, the raw taste of whiskey coming off him strong.

While he poked his tongue around wildly in her mouth his hand came up to her breast and squeezed it hard.

She moaned as he touched her. The boy had no finesse but she couldn’t help but get turned on by him. Her tongue moved back against his. It was awkward being in the front seat though, the middle console between them. She pulled back away from him. “Why don’t we get in the backseat, Bobby?”

He looked at her, surprised. “Are you sure?”

“Well, if you waffle around about it maybe I’ll change my mind. Yes, I’m sure.”

He jerked around and opened his door.

She watched him run around to her side and grinned at how much control she had over him.

He opened the door for her and held his hand out.

She took it and stepped out of the car, squeezing his hand tight, then she lifted up on her toes and put her arms around his neck, kissing him again.

He grabbed her at the waist and pushed her back against the car, pressing his hips into her hard.

All his weight against her now. She felt his cock pushing through his jeans against her pussy. He’d better have a condom on him. She wasn’t sure who would be more disappointed if he didn’t.

“Let’s get in the back, Bobby.”

He let her off the car and opened the door for her.

“Just a minute,” she said. “I want to show you something. You can look but you can’t touch ok?”

He nodded at her slowly, that stupid grin back again.

She turned around and slowly lifted the back of her skirt up to show him the thong. The night air felt nice against her bare ass.

“Holy shit,” he said.

She let the skirt drop back down and then climbed in the back seat on her hands and knees, letting him have another look at her ass from behind before she sat back down on the leather seat.

He hurried in after her. “You’re the hottest girl I’ve ever known.”

“Don’t talk, just kiss me,” she said. Her pussy soaking into her panties now.

In his clumsy way, he pushed his tongue back into her mouth and grabbed at her breast again.

She reached over and touched his cock through his jeans.

He inhaled sharply as she squeezed it, then found her nipple through her shirt and pinched it, too hard.

She took his hand off her breast, still kissing him, and pushed it down to her crouch, opening her legs for him.

He stopped kissing her for a moment and looked at her, not sure what was going on it seemed.

“Well, don’t just sit there,” she said. “Touch me.”

He moved his hand to her thigh and ran it up her leg.

She spread her legs wider and his fingers came to her wet panties. He rubbed at her swollen lips through the soaked fabric, making her moan and grab the door next to her.

Then he slipped his fingers under her panties and fumbled around until he found the opening, then plunged his fingers in, then out and in again, fucking her too hard in that way inexperienced boys do.

“Slow down a little,” she said.

He went slower but still just as hard, pushing his fingers as far in as they would go, thinking the deeper he pushed them the better it would feel for her.

It felt ok she supposed–not as nice as when she did it herself though. He didn’t understand you had to rub the clitoris, not fuck her like a jack hammer. “Ok,” she said and grabbed his hand and pulled it out of her, the sweet smell of her pussy filling the backseat. “Take that thing out of your pants. I want to see it.”

He leaned back and undid his pants. Pulled them down faster than she knew was possible. Left his white underwear on, the outline of his dick pressing against them awkwardly.

She reached down with her small hand and grabbed his dick hard causing him to jump. “Are you scared?” she asked, faking a concerned voice.

“No, you just surprised me is all.”

She pulled the top of his underwear down and his hard dick sprung up. It was the first time she’d seen an erect penis in real life. His wasn’t all that much to look at. But it was big. Her pussy tingled thinking about putting that thing in her.

Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, she started to move her hand up and down quickly, not really sure what she was doing. How complicated could it be? “Does that feel good? She asked.

“Yeah, it’s pretty good.”

“Pretty good?” She gripped it tighter and yanked harder.

He squirmed around and put his hand over hers, slowing her down some. “Yeah, like that,” he said.

“Do you want me to put my mouth on it?”

“Umm, yeah, if you want?”

“Well, do you want me to or not?” She kept stroking him.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

“Okay, but don’t you dare go in my mouth.”

He nodded.

She lowered her head down so that she was right next to his swollen dick. A small drop of clear liquid had gathered at the tip and she wiped it away with her fingers. It was sticky and she wiped it off on his jeans.

Here goes nothing she thought and opened her mouth then slowly lowered it down onto his cock.

He sighed loudly as she wrapped her mouth around it.

She came off it quickly and looked up at him. “Don’t you dare shoot that stuff in my mouth.”

“I won’t.” He put his hand on the back of her head and pushed it back down.

Cherry let his cock back into her mouth, grabbing the base of it so that it wouldn’t go too far in.

He gripped the back of her hair now, guiding her head up and down.

This wasn’t so bad she thought, getting into it now, letting some spit drip down so she could stroke it better with her hand while her mouth moved over the pulsing head.

His hips were bucking up to her too, like a dog humping out in the yard. She didn’t mind though. It was turning her on having his cock in her mouth. Soon she’d ask him if brought a condom. If he didn’t he was a real idiot.

The pressure from his hand gripping her hair tightened, and she heard him groan. He pushed her head down and she almost choked trying to get her head back up. A new taste flooded her mouth and she realized what it was. His hot semen filled her mouth and she jerked her head up and spit it out onto the seat next to him.

“Damnit Bobby!”

He was breathing hard, eyes closed, not paying attention to her.

The taste of his cum actually wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it would be. But she told him not to do it. She hoped the wet spot on the seat next to him left a stain. Good luck explaining that to his dad.

Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at her lazily, the grin back again. “Wow,” he said.

She was about to lay into him for coming in her mouth. Tell him about the importance of trust in a relationship. How it was the cornerstone of any successful partnership. But as soon as she’d collected her thoughts and was about to let him have it, the backseat suddenly lit up.

A pair of head lights shined into the back window, a behind them blocking them in. They both looked at each other and froze.

“Shit,” Bobby yelled. “It’s the cops.”

“Fuck. My dad’s going to kill me.”

“Okay. Just relax.” He seemed to be handling it better than she was. “You hid the whiskey right?”

She nodded. It was under the front seat.

“Okay. This is fine. We’re not doing anything wrong.” He looked up over the seat and tried to shield his eyes from the light so he could see something but it was too bright.

“Damnit,” she said. “My dad is going to be so pissed off. I knew I shouldn’t have come with you.”

“Hey,” he said, grabbing her shoulders. “Chill out. We’re over 18. They’re not going to arrest us or anything. Your dad won’t even find out unless you do something stupid and freak out.”

“If he does you’re so dead. You know that right?”

“I can take care of myself. Your dad doesn’t scare me.”

“That’s because you’re an idiot.”

They heard a car door slam and footsteps coming towards the car, crunching across the gravel.

She said, “Put your cock away Bobby. Jesus.” It was just hanging there limp and wilting.

He fumbled with his pants and got them pulled up and was yanking on his zipper but it wasn’t working for some reason.

“Fuck. My zipper’s broke.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Let me do it.” She took the metal zipper in her fingers and pulled up on it hard but it wouldn’t budge.

Then the door next to them flew open and the dome light in the car flooded a harsh light over them.

They both looked over at the figure standing there, Cherry with her hands still fumbling at Bobby’s pants.

“Oh, shit,” Bobby said. “That’s your dad.”

***

In her Daddy’s car now, him driving and not saying anything, Cherry wiped her nose on the back of her hand, tired of crying. He hadn’t said a word the entire time. He hadn’t said anything when he’d dragged Bobby screaming like a girl out of the car by his feet. Nothing while he slapped him across the face–hard, three times–then let his body drop down to the ground. And nothing now the whole way home.

She’d pleaded with him to talk to her. Say something. She told him how sorry she was. How she didn’t know what she was thinking. That he was right, Bobby was an idiot. Of course she didn’t say that she’d sucked his cock and he’d come in her mouth against her wishes; the taste of his sperm still there, a reminder of just how much of an idiot he was.

But through it all, her Daddy didn’t say anything. Wouldn’t even look at her. Just stared straight ahead, the muscles in his jaw working over time and his hands gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white.

They pulled into the driveway of their trailer and Cherry wondered how much longer she’d be living here. He may kick her out over this. The thought made her start sobbing again. They got out of the car and she followed him inside.

He was standing in the kitchen now with his hands on his hips looking at her, his lips pursed together tight and his forehead wrinkled.

She couldn’t stand the sight of him so mad at her and she ran to him and threw her arms around him, burying her face in his hard chest, the familiar smell of his shirt comforting her. “Daddy, I’m sorry. Say something please. Anything.”

He took her by the shoulders and pushed her off him, looking down at her hard now. “I’m going to ask you some questions,” he said, “and I want you to be completely honest.”

She snapped her head up and down, nodding to him. “Yes Daddy, of course.”

“Do you still want to live here?”

“Yes, more than anything.”

“Can you follow my rules and not sneak out of the house?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll never do that again. I promise.”

He looked at her, took a deep breath and exhaled sharply. “Did you let that boy have sex with you?”

“No Daddy! I would never.”

“Are you sure? You didn’t let him touch you at all?”

“Well, yes he touched me.”

“Where?”

She looked down at the ground then back up at him. She pointed to her breasts.

He raised an eyebrow at her.

Then she pointed at her pussy, still aching from not getting off.

His mouth tightened and he shook his head. “And what did you do to him?”

She looked down at the floor again. Felt her face turning red.

“You can tell me,” he said. “I won’t be mad.”

“I…”

“Go on.”

“I let him put his thing in my mouth,” she said.

“You what?!”

“Daddy, you said you wouldn’t be mad.” He took a couple deep breaths before saying. “Okay. You can stay here but I’m going to have to punish you for this.”

“Thank you, Daddy!” She threw her arms around him and kissed his neck.

He hugged her then drew back away from her. “Not so fast,” he said. “You haven’t agreed to your punishment yet.”

“Anything Daddy. Anything at all.”

“You’ve been a naughty girl,” he said. “Doing all sorts of things with a strange boy without my permission. I haven’t had to do this since you were a girl but I think I’m going to have to spank you.”

Her heart jumped up into her throat when he said it. He hadn’t spanked her in years and now that she was grown the thought of it actually turned her on and her pussy started to tingle again. Would he really punish her like that now? It was weird but now that he said it, she realized she wanted it more than anything and she felt a little guilty because it wouldn’t be a punishment at all. “I think you’re right daddy. I’ve been very bad.”

She went to the kitchen table and put her hands on it, the vinyl table cloth slipping against her sweaty palms. She stuck her butt out for him, spreading her legs, moisture from her pussy flooding into her thong now. Her thong! If he knew she was wearing it he would probably get even more mad. Spank her harder. She took a chance and lifted her skirt up over her ass so he could see it.

“What is that young lady?”