Continue to Race
From Create Your Own Story
You try to get a further lead, but she's now by your side. As you near the finish line, you take a risk and nudge her car. The effect is devastating. Clare's car swerves off, and hits a wall at high speed, totaling her, and taking her out. The race was yours...as long as you crossed the finish line. Clara all of the sudden bounced once, hard, and it sent your cock into overdrive, it went hard, and in your fluster, you missed a turn by just a bit, joining Clare in being totaled. It's a draw.
"What now?" you say.
"Well...we both lost, so we both lose a piece. Could you, uh, help me?" she says, motioning to her bra strap. You fumble with it, and it comes undone. She turns to you, her hands covering her tits.
"If anyone finds out, you could be arrested, y'know? Well, okay." She uncovers her globes, small, yet pretty. Her small nipples are hard, and erect.
She hops off your lap as you slowly pull off your shorts, to reveal your boxers. Your shorts had contained your boner, but your boxers did not, and it took this time to immediately spring up, all 9" of it. Clare just stares. "I...uh...I don't want to play racing anymore." She comes closer, in a trance. You wonder if this is the first time she's seen a cock erect, even covered. She slowly reaches for it, pauses, then looks at you. "May I?" she asks. You nod politely as she pulls your boxers off. She touches your hard member, then slowly strokes it. "It's weird. Mom told me about them, but I didn't think I would be so...hard." She tentatively spits in her palm and wets your cock. You slowly grab the back of her head, and she doesn't stop you from lowering her head onto your tip. You guide her through a steady, increasing pace. She stops and gets up, her panties having a wet mark. She pulls those off, to reveal a shaved, wet pussy. She straddles you, and lowers herself, not into her pussy, but into her ass.
"Wait, uh, that'll hu-" you're cut off by her slamming down. Her saliva managed to be a fair lubricant, but it's still a little rough. She starts slowly, panting, but works up speed. You eventually need to cum, and do so in her ass. She gets up off you, with some struggle, and the cum leaks down her.
"Ugh, dang. I better clean up. I'll be back."
A few minutes later she has put her dirty clothes in the laundry basket, changed, and removed the cum. You lay back on the couch, and she cuddles up next to you, her ass on your hard dick, through your shorts. You fondle her breasts as she falls asleep.
An hour or so later car headlights pull up. You both frantically scramble to change positions as the tumblers turn in the door. Monica and Charlie walk in, greeting you. Monica seems more than a little drunk, and Charlie right behind her. They greet Clare, then send her to bed. Monica leans up close to you, obviously tipsy.
She whispers, "Now, me and Charlie are gonna go *hiccup* have some 'adult' time. Y'know? See ya tomorrow, handsome."
