ke crawled into the other side and showed her how to use the paddle shifter. Chelsea backed smoothly out of the driveway, her entire body quivering at the thunderous sound of the exhaust. The shift points were marked in different colors on the tachometer, and she moved swiftly onto the main highway. As far as she could see in either direction, there was no traffic.


    “Boot it in the ass!” ke cried. She stepped on the elerator and the little car took off like a rocket. She had never driven more than eighty-five miles per hour in her life, and ke insisted that she pay attention to the tach instead of the speedometer. Her nipples were hard and she was drenching the leather seat with her juices when she looked down at the


    speedometer instead of the tach. The car was handling as smoothly as her mother’s did at thirty-five…the speedometer read sixty-five. Her breath caught in her throat as she fought back an orgasm. ording to the tach she still had two more gears! “Kick it, babe, you’re doing great!” ke crowed. Chelsea bore down on the gas pedal.


    “Jesus Christ,” the lonely Florida State Trooper said to himself. The radar gun read one hundred ny miles per hour. He sighed and put the gun down on the seat. There was no way he was ever going to catch that car.


    All the other troopers in South Florida were out of service working wrecks. This guy would either kill himself or get away with speeding…the trooper couldn’t even get a glimpse of the tag.


    Long before she was ready to let off the gas, Chelsea had to turn off on the road to theke house. She slowed down to one hundred forty or so on the isted twone road, and then down to a stately twenty-five or so on the long and winding gravel drive. She parked the car on the concrete apron of the cottage and they got out of the car. “Wow!” was all she could say.


    ke led the way down to the dock in the desertedke. He stripped off his pajama bottoms and slipped into the warm waist waist-deep water. Holding up the champagne bottle, he offered her a drink and she took a swig from the bottle. “Come on in,” ke teased her, “you can’te to theke without getting wet…”


    Chelsea slipped into the water, and soon they wereughing and sshing and drinking from the bottle. Chelsea was not used to drinking, and she was already on a natural high from driving so fast and being nude in the outdoors. When ke put his arm around her and gave her a quick kiss, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to her. When he tossed the


    empty bottle up on the dock, she was truly drunk. ke turned and took her in his arms, kissing her for real. His hard cock pressed against her bare belly and without thinking, she pressed back against it, loving the slippery feel of it against her skin in the water.


    ke’s hand went to one small perfect breast and his mouth went to the other. With no notice whatsoever, Chelsea was ame with wanting. It had never been so strong, and she had never felt more free and open. With a look of wicked delight, she reached down and took his hardness in her small hand.


    “It’s so hard,” she said as she stared at the big cock in the bright light of the full moon. It was the biggest real penis she had ever seen, and she was flooded with the desire to feel it inside her and damn the consequences.


    Chelsea wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her knees to ke’s shoulders. Her hips writhed as she sought to capture the tip of his erection, and after a few seconds, she began to beg him. “Put it inside me, ke.”


    ke fought with his conscience for all of a half second before grabbing his prick and guiding it to the entrance to her slit. Chelsea moaned and began to push herself down on the rigid length of flesh. She had never been so filled with joy, or cock, in her life. ke was the first man she had ever felt inside her, the other two had been teenage boys. It was then that


    Chelsea started to cum, over and over again. The orgasms were not all the same. There would be a small one, and then a series of small ones. Ever so often there would be a huge one, an orgasm that curled her toes and made her body go rigid…but they never stopped until ke was too sore and tired to go on.


    They managed to make it to the house before copsing, ke dragging the covers off the pretty king-sized bed and falling onto the bare sheets, and


    Chelsea falling half across him. In seconds, they were fast asleep.


    Chelsea was awakened by two things. The first was the insistent ringing of the bedroom phone, the second was ke’s enormous morning erection bumping against her nose. The realization of where she was struck her instantly, and the caller I. D. had ‘Stevens’ and ke’s home phone number on it. Nonplussed, and unsure of what to do in the weird


    circumstances she found herself in, she shoved at ke and made him answer the phone.


    Chelsea only half listened to the cheerful conversation, and then she grabbed the hard cock in front of her to keep it from bumping against her face.


    “Who, Chelsea?” she heard ke say, “No, she’s fine,” he said, listening for a moment. “No,” heughed, “I told her I’d let her drive the Ferrari if she’d do it nude, and damned if she didn’t!” She could hear Megughing over the line. “No,” ke said, “She’s got her hand full of my cock right now, but I think she’s not sure what to do with it.” Heughed, listened tohis wife for a minute, and then handed the handset to Chelsea. “She wants to talk to you for a minute.”


    Chelsea stared at the handset, aghast. She had fucked the husband of a a woman who had befriended her, who had been her employer for a couple of years, a woman who had always been there for her…Chelsea had no ideaAll content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.


    what to say.


    Meg must have heard her breathing over the line. “Are you all right Chelsea? ke wasn’t too rough was he?”


    “No,” Chelsea said, confused, “He was just fine…Meg, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…”


    Meg cut her off. “Chelsea dear, you don’t have anything to feel sorry for… Oh god, you weren’t a virgin were you?”


    “No, I…”


    “Oh thank god,” Meg said, “I would have felt so bad if he had hurt you…” Chelsea stared at the phone in disbelief.


    “Listen, baby,” Meg said, “I’ming out in a little bit and I’ll bring your clothes…and I’ll call your folks and tell them you’reing out to theke with us today. I’ll take care of everything, honest. From the sound of you, I think it’s time we had a little girl talk.”


    Chelsea was feeling a great deal better. “Oh, one more thing?” Meg asked. “If you still have my husband’s beautiful cock in your hand, give it a good morning kiss for me.” Chelsea hung up the phone. Then she turned her head and gave ke’s cock a big wet kiss on the tip of his ns…and then she slowly took him into her mouth.