“Nowhere?” Carla squawked forcefully, reminding me that my ‘ravaging’ of her was just role-play. This girl’s mind and body would always be her own. “Look mister, in case I have not made my agenda clear, I. Want. To. Fuck. You. And I’d like to do that now, if we can find somewhere. And before you go all full idiot on me again, I am not getting naked and making the beast with two backs with you out here, in the middle of the track, in broad daylight!”
I sighed and rolled off of Carla, to a small sound of disappointment from her. I sat up and said, “Look around.” Yet another new discovery that day was that even my Male Instinct in full flower was no match for my innate affection for explaining my own (allegedly) brilliant thought processes. I pulled Carla up into a seated position beside me, wrapping an arm acquisitively around her waist.
“Yes, we are out in the open. But practice is just over, and everyone is gone. There is no reason for anyone to wander all the way back up here now, especially so close to dinner. Moreover, we can see all the way down to school, if someone did start back up toward us. And we are not in the middle of the track, we are over here to the side, against the undergrowth and the trees. We won’t show up from a distance. Have you ever seen the pit when you were walking up here, until you reached the track itself? No. You haven’t.”
I leaned over toward her and leered, “Hell, even sound doesn’t carry very far from around here.”
Carla looked silently at the terrain, matching it to my, admittedly self-interested, analysis. “You make a compelling argument,” she said slowly. Then she turned to me and grinned. “So compelling, in fact, I think I’m going to suck your cock now!” With that she playfully shoved me backward onto the firm surface of the pit. With a lunge, Carla grabbed for my shorts, tugging at the waistband. I lifted my hips to let her slide them off me, and I took that opportunity to shift back so even my feet were fully on the pit.
In a couple of weeks, I had gone from near paralysis when simply near pretty girls, to not even thinking about it when I helped them take off my clothes.
Carla followed me, crawling fully onto the mat and looking up down on me and my throbbing erection, uncomfortably contained in my jock. “Damn, Alistaire,” she murmured. Carefully, almost cautiously, she tugged the thick waistband and uncomfortably constricting fabric pouch free of my painfully purple erection. It rose, happy to be free, and Carla said, “Seriously! You did not lie,” as she tugged the jock free.
Yep, having women act like they were making a visit to Hagia Sofia whenever they first saw my cock was never, ever, ever going to get old.
But Carla’s reaction was really less surprise, and more eagerness. I let it twitch as she reached for it, and she almost giggled. Then she gently circled the base of my shaft with her hand and bent immediately to drag her tongue, drenched in saliva, up my length.
“Oh, fuck…” was all I could articulate. Looking down, I could see that Carla’s tongue, like pretty much everything else about her, was long. It was also flexible and coordinated, as she soon demonstrated by the way she circled it around my helmet. I soon was collapsed on my back on the pit, melding with the cushioning as Carla worked her lips and tongue over my entire cock, front, back, and sides.
As she got lower, she shifted the gentle grip of her hand from the base up to just under my glans, leaving her access to kiss around the very base of my shaft.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned yet again, for about the millionth time. “Damn, Carla. I thought you wanted to be an architect, not a surveyor!”
“What?” Carla chuckled distractedly.
“It’s like you are mapping every square inch of me.”
“Maybe I am. There is a lot to map,” she smirked. Then she leaned even lower and blew on my balls. My vocabulary shrunk back down to just ‘oh’, and ‘fuck’. Then she slid her lips around one ball, first sucking gently on it, then humming a tune I did not quite recognize.
To say I was primed was an understatement, and Carla knew it. She let my testicle slip from her mouth and she rose to let copious saliva drip from her mouth into the palm of her hand. Then she took those sopping fingers, wrapped them around me once more and, for the first time, started stroking my length. Her grip was perfect, not too tight or too soft, and her fingers slid easily over the soft skin, stretched to the limit over my cock.
With a grin up at me, Carla bent over the side of me and took several inches of my cock between her lips without pre-amble. Her lips clamped down on me, and her tongue cradled my head within her mouth. I groaned even harder at this, then even harder still as she bobbed up and down, sliding me in and out between the embrace of her lips.
To this point, I had been amazed at each oral experience I had had. As far as I had believed, each girl was an artist. But I was suddenly realizing that skills varied here too. And Carla’s, when it came to sucking my cock, were Next Level.
Soon, I felt myself being taken deeper and deeper into her mouth with each pump. Even when I felt myself brush the back of her throat, there was no gagging. At least not at first. I thought my cock might have actually been starting to go down into her god-damned throat, when she finally gagged. She slid all of me free from her lips, leaving them pursed in concentration.
“It’s… okay…” I gasped. “It’s not…” Carla just waved me off. Never relinquishing her grip on my shaft, or the slow pumping of that grip, she just shifted around on the pit beside me. Now on her hands and knees, she crawled around into position so that her knees were beside my shoulders, with the rest of her facing down toward my cock, parallel to its straining length..
“This’ll do it,” Carla muttered to herself, and leaned forward to swiftly slide her mouth over my cock again. She released my shaft and placed both hands on my narrow hips, her whole body now moving to bob her mouth up and down my dick. I felt her take a bit more of me into her with each slide, just as she had before. But this time, when I felt myself bumping against the back of her throat, her position let her just slide me easily past and down.
I was barely able to keep from growling at the absolute top of my lungs as I suddenly realized that that was her nose down there, brushing my balls! I lifted my head enough to stare down at her. Her usually elegant neck looked almost fat, and I realized that that was my entire fucking cock inside her, visibly stretching out her throat!
I wasn’t sure how I wasn’t just pouring cum out everywhere already. But I was beginning to learn how not to instantly pop when some gorgeous girl did something amazing to me by now. And Carla was quite clearly in no hurry to rush me. I was being expertly tortured, and she hadn’t even asked me any questions…
But her tight, little, round ass was right there beside me, with her long, lithe thighs next to my shoulder. And then there was what was between those thighs…
I reached up awkwardly and tugged her black Adidas running shorts down her legs, revealing a canary yellow pair of Victoria’s Secret athletic panties with a black waistband, clinging to her ass. They looked incredibly sexy, but they had to go, too. I tugged at that waist band, and they slid with difficulty down her thighs to her knees, along with the shorts.