Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Out Of Control

Introduction: Jonas had that moment when his wedding band felt tighter on his finger but the constricting tightness in his pants won out as the young woman engaged his mouth in a full sensual explorative kiss.

Marietta was extremely pleased with herself. She hadn't felt this self-pumped since she parted with her useless virginity three months ago. She was on the cusp of womanly independence and she was going to take everything in her stride. Jonas her middle-aged driving instructor, married with two kids; had just informed her she was ready to take her full drivers licence test. She had nailed heavy traffic and reverse parking today. She would obviously do her test in his driving school vehicle but would have to get that early Christmas present first car from either her parents or from her Nonna.

Since moving to the big smoke of Sydney from her country town of Taree; the pace of life had quickened, though Marietta felt in full control. She had secured her first full time job at a local takeaway and her driver's licence; well, it was just a test away. Living with her Nonna in a small second storey inner city apartment was currently okay. Her gran wasn't too prying and besides Marietta hadn't had time to flirt or stray in the past two months. Though to be honest in the shower and under the sheets she kept testing her cute girly equipment and its always pleasurable response and sighed for Paul, her first and only boyfriend, now left languishing in the bush jacking off no doubt in the absence of her sweet coochie which had really appreciated its first several fucks in the back of his van out by the local weir.

Still in the present instance she needed to concentre she reminded herself as she entered the one-way suburban lane. Apparently statistically accidents caused by inattention and assumed over familiarity increase the closer you got to home. This fairly new Suzuki hatch didn't deserve a ding. Jonas was on his mobile booking her transport department test as Marietta swung through the narrow apartment block access lane and swung again to park between the pylons in the open under cover car park beneath the block of flats.

"Shit" was all she got out as she hit the brakes and swung slightly to the left pranging into the concrete pylon with the crunching sound of breaking glass and the bash and bang of a minor collision as the bumper caved in slightly too absorbing the sharp unpleasant low speed impact. Jonas went forward but the air bag caught his lurch.

Her airbag caught Marietta full in her face too with another very vocal but muffled: "Shit...Shit...Shit," finding its way out of her usually sweet lips.

Nelson, Mr Henderson's ginger tomcat, Marietta's neighbour; was not impressed and gave a seething hiss as he had been interrupted servicing an unknown pure white overly heated stray feline. Still the she vixen gave the full yowl as Nelson's barbed spikes raked her walls on release but whether he had released in her; by the livid look on the tom: NO.

Another, "Oh Shit" and then the tears started as Marietta got out; inspecting the damage.

Jonas got out his side too; to have a look. He had a slight whip lash twinge in the neck.

"It was Nelson."

"Nelson?" said Jonas.

she got it out between sobs. "I'm so sorry...damn; my licence test" and Marietta

control guys go into comfort mode. Her driving instructor gently embraced her and gave her a shoulder to cry on. Marietta felt herself pressing

the young woman engaged his mouth in a full sensual explorative kiss. Her cheeks were flushed red. Her mouth was warm. Her young body was sexually operative

down window, her yellow top up and her smallish breasts squeezed

thighs from behind. The touch was instantly and only smooth.

quivered. She gave the little shimmers of delight. The quiet 'mmm's' started to surge and then they gushed from her mouth as he nuzzled into her butt; face deep and burrowing on a mission like a wombat.

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was passed the point of controlling his cock. Foreplay was over and his raging throbbing meat dominated his immediate plans. He had Marietta up at the vehicle door. He wanted direct access into her with no give ways or u turns. He wanted the expressway direct

the way, taking his cock head in fully, wholly wrapped in her mouth in the sweetest of savoured, sensitive movements, locked in. Cock lipped locked

a cock is happy; there is a strange combination of urgency and sedateness because cock pleasure demands pace yet cock wants the race to endure. Cock's love marathons; the building, the building pleasure; the basking in self penis awareness and the repeated filaments of sensational delight defining any whole heated sausage;

gripping as the pecker traction hit and her head went sliding through the window as his prick pushed beyond the standard deep, hard and fast into her moist slutty cavity. He was pumping pussy frantically. Jonas' cock strokes were rapid and ball deep. Marietta moaned repeatedly. Even Nelson still on the fence was drawn to look at her as he surveyed his surrounding territory looking for that stray white bitch he hadn't yet finished off

catapulting her into a deep debauchery. A side of herself she didn't know yet but already really liked. She never expected this much sexual risqué to

lass was single minded concentration on the road. Her licence was a certainty at

had to lick her spready personal featurette. His cock really couldn't wait. Yet it was made to. This moment demanded tongue first and he splattered salvia over her glistening pinkness and indulged his tongue and her musky pussy in