As far as the nearest alleyway

From Torg Adventure

"There! Pull over there!" Sherry said, pointing at a parking space in front of a Fast Stop convenience store.

We were both thinking the same thing, but I was surprised at how daring she was. I parked the car and we rushed into the alleyway next to the Fast Stop. I tried to get her shoes off, but she just pushed her jeans down (no panties!) and bent over, facing the wall and wiggling her ass at me.

"Sherry. Are you ready?"

"Please. Please fuck me." If that isn't consent, then I don't know what is.

I pulled down my pants and boxers and shoved my ready dick deep into her.

"AAaaAAaagggHhhhh!" she screamed loudly. She wasn't a virgin, but her pussy was very, very tight. With my penis buried deep in her, I stopped and held it there.

"Oh, God. That feels good," she moaned.

I reached over to her front, pushed her shirt up, and cupped her breasts as I started pumping in and out of her. She was screaming and gasping happily; we were both excited with the risk and the urgency. Gasping, Sherry pulled her shirt off and tossed it to the side. I was rapidly reaching climax and tried to hold on until she had climaxed first, but I couldn't concentrate on what was going on with her. I just needed to come as quickly as I could.

I came.

We stayed there for a few seconds, but penis in her pussy, wet with both our juices, both of our pants down.

Then we quickly separated, pulled up our pants, hopped back in the car, and drove off. When we were just a block down the street, I saw a police car turn onto the road and come to a stop in front of the Fast Stop.

That was close.

When we got to Sherry's house, I asked her if she had had an orgasm. "One," she said, smiling. "Thanks for asking. Can you go around back? I need to sneak in." She uncovered her perky young breasts, which she'd been hiding as we drove, since we had left her shirt in the alleyway.

I pulled into the driveway and I watched her run to the back door, tits flying. I grinned at the memory of the luscious quickie we'd had.

What was my next encounter with that family?

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