A Ride Home 2

Chapter 2

Sixteen year-old Jo-Ann awoke with the sun well on its way to its zenith. A warm, soft summer breeze drifted through the open window and across her erect nipples, making them poke up against the 300-count cotton sheet covering her otherwise naked body, like two miniature teepees. As she uncoiled and stretched her body to its fullest extent the sheet slid off her luscious c-cup breasts allowing the breeze to directly caress her now nearly bursting nipples. A rush shuddered through her body caused in part by the swirling breeze but more so by the erotic images swirling through her head from last night. She pictured herself astride Tyrone on the front seat of his Ford F-150 truck with his strong, wide hands wrapped firmly around her waist driving her fast and hard up and down his massive black cock with her body shaking and trembling. She remembered screaming as she experienced her third or fourth orgasm of the night – she had really lost count.

Totally aroused now, her hands slid beneath the sheet and tenderly began slowly circling her slick swollen outer pussy lips. She moved slowly because she was, admittedly, a little sore. It’s not like she had been a virgin last night. She had been with a few boys before Tyrone. But, that’s all they were, just boys. Ty was her first experience with a man, a real man who not only knew how to treat a woman, but had the most impressive dick she had yet seen. It was thick and long with a large mushroom shaped head and he had been so careful and gentle when he entered her.

Now she couldn’t wait. Sore or not she plunged her hand into her moist pussy and began to finger herself as fast as she could while rubbing her clit frantically. Her pounding hand made sucking and slurping sounds as it withdrew and then plunged back into her now sloppy honey hole. The frantic fingering and the vision of Tyrone’s dick stretching her white pussy lips to the maximum drove her to a shuddering orgasm.

She had never brought herself off like this before. God, she was falling in love with that man.

“I wonder if Tyrone feels the same way?” she said aloud as she lay recovering her breath and basking in the warmth of the post-orgasmic glow and the summer breeze.

Leaving the bed and walking into the shower she recalled her first real blow job experience last night. Willingly she had wrapped her lips around his dick, enjoying the feel of the blood-engorged shaft, soft and velvety yet hard and throbbing, as she sucked and slid her mouth up and down, following his instructions. She particularly relished the sweet taste of his pre-cum that she licked up with her tongue. She wasn’t able to finish the job though. He had pulled her head off of him before he came in her mouth, then lifted her like a rag doll and placed her gently on his fully aroused, rock-hard black cock and proceeded to give her the best fuck of her young life. I wonder if I satisfied him as much as he did me? If not, I’ll try harder next time. I’ll do whatever he wants to please him, she thought.

“Of course”, she smiled and said aloud, “he’ll have to keep bringing the pot – sex and drugs, not a bad combination.”

Jo-Ann was standing naked in front of her bathroom mirror blow drying her shoulder length blond hair when her cell phone, which was lying on the counter near the door, rang. Before answering she looked at the display and saw it was him.

“Hi Ty. How ya doin’?” she said with a smile in her voice.

“Hey Babe, good news, I’m through at noon today. We’re not getting the afternoon shipment so the boss is sending some of us home early. I’ll clean-up and then swing by to pick you up at 1:00. We’ll go for a ride, maybe get some lunch or hit the beach? What do ya think?”

“Why not just come over here and hang with me. I’m all alone. Mom and my brother are working and my little sister’s still at soccer camp.”

“Great, I’ll be over at 1:00. See you then”, Tyrone said. He didn’t disconnect immediately, however. He knew what she was going to ask and he waited until he heard the expected request.

“Wait! Uh, Ty. Could you ah, bring some ah, you know, umm what we had last night? Jo-Ann stammered.

“Yeah, sure babe, I know what you want. Don’t worry your little head. I’ll bring as much as you can handle and maybe even some Captain Morgan’s Gold.” he said smoothly.

“Thanks Ty. I miss you. Hurry.”

Tyrone folded his phone, slipped it into his pocket and adjusted his already hardening cock as he began to imagine how the little bitch’s training would progress this afternoon.

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Tyrone pulled into the condo complex with the bag holding the pot, the rum and some ice cold cans of Coke on the seat beside him. No need for condoms this time he thought licking his lips and grinning.

Jo-Ann must have been waiting by the door and watching because it opened before he reached the top step. He couldn’t get over how hot this sixteen year-old was. Most of the girls in his college classes didn’t have a body like her fully developed one. The tiny nylon running shorts and the high-heel sandals she wore accentuated her long shapely legs. Her obviously braless, firm, c-cup breasts with their fully erect nipples were clearly outlined beneath what was most likely one of her brothers college t-shirts.

He stepped into the condo and barely had time to put his package on the foyer table before she had her arms wrapped around his neck, her breasts crushing against his skin tight mesh shirt, her crotch rubbing against him like a dog in heat, her luscious full lips open against his and her tongue darting in and out of his mouth. Tyrone slipped his strong hands around her heart-shaped ass, squeezed her soft cheeks and pulled her crotch in tighter while lifting her slightly so his dick would press against what he knew was her already moist cunt. .

God, she thought, I feel so good in this man’s arms. She could feel him beginning to harden as she leaned her head back, looked in his eyes and smiled.

“Wow, just like I remembered. Damn, you feel good,” she said as Tyrone removed his right hand from her ass, slid it forward under her t-shirt and began gently caressing her breasts, softly rolling first one and then the other nipple between his strong fingers. So gentle, such a nice man, Jo-Ann sighed silently to herself.

Jo-Ann leaned away slowly still looking in his eyes, now holding his left hand in her right while he continued to gently, caringly fondle her soft naked breasts. Her eyes were glazing over from the arousal his ministrations were creating. She tilted her head slightly and smiled as a soft moan escaped her lips.

“Did you bring me a present?” she was finally able to ask.

“Of course Babe,” came his reply, as he gave one of her nipples a firm tweak, removed his hand from her pliable flesh, picked up the bag he had brought and held it extended in front of her eyes. “It’s in here.”

She led him further into the house to the couch in the family room and sat down. Instead of joining her, he remained standing, opened the bag, reached in and removed a plastic baggie containing enough pot for several joints and a packet of Zig-Zag rolling papers.

“Here, roll some joints while I go into the kitchen and make us a couple of drinks”, he said tossing the baggie on the glass-topped coffee table in front of the couch.

“And don’t light-up without me. Wait until I get back,” he said in a tone which caused her to quickly look up at him towering over her.

When see looked she sensed a subtle change in his features. His jaw had become firmer and a cold steely glint seemed to take over his eyes sending a slight shiver through her body. But before the feeling could even pass, his face changed. The soft smile and warm brown eyes returned making her wonder if she had imagined the brief change.

Jo-Ann removed the Zig-Zag papers from the baggie and inspected the pot. It was clean, no seeds, no stems. That should make it easy to roll. She noticed her hands were shaking slightly as she filled the center of the paper and started to roll it tight. She always gets a little jittery she realized, before she smokes, but as soon as she takes a few hits she feels fine and calms down. She licked the paper, pressed it closed and twisted the ends, sealing the joint. She placed the rolled joint in the astray next to the Bic butane lighter and reached for a second paper.

Before she touched the paper however, she stopped, looked at the rolled joint and thought of what Tyrone had said. Of course he didn’t mean it. What harm is there if she takes a few hits before he comes back. Besides, she already decided she needed something to calm her nerves.

She picked up the joint, placed it between her lips, grabbed the Bic and flicked it four times before the bluish butane flame sparked to life. She extinguished the lighter as she took her first hit of the day. She held it for several seconds with her mouth clamped shut while the familiar feeling started in her chest and expanded to her brain. She released her breath and immediately drew in another deep drag. This one she held longer before releasing it. Jo-Ann snuffed out the partially smoked joint, laid it on the edge of the ashtray and reached for the papers to begin rolling the second joint. She saw that her hands were no longer shaking.

Meanwhile, Tyrone was in the kitchen where he had arranged on the counter two tall glasses filled with ice, some lime slices that he had found in the vegetable tray of the refrigerator to his pleasant surprise, the bottle of Captain Morgan’s Rum and the cans of Coke. Before he started mixing the rum and coke drinks however, he returned to stand in the kitchen entranceway, quietly watching Jo-Ann.

When he saw Jo-Ann take her two deep hits, he chuckled silently to himself. It’s time to proceed with the next step in the little slut’s training, he thought with obvious relish. I’ll have to punish the bitch for disobeying me. Not hurt her, just a little pain so she knows who’s in charge and what happens if she disobeys. As he walked back to the counter to mix the drinks, he was now sporting a full grin and his dick, which had relaxed somewhat since entering the kitchen, had started to get hard again.

At the counter he poured a stiff shot of rum into one of the ice filled glasses, topped it off with some Coke, squeezed in a little lime juice and rubbed the lime slice on the rim of the glass before dropping it on top of the mixed drink. He repeated the procedure with the second set-up but left out the rum. This second drink, the rum-less one, was for him.

“All set with the drinks.” he said as he re-entered the family rooming holding both drinks. He headed for the couch and the coffee table where Jo-Ann was just twisting the ends of the third rolled joint. Tyrone carefully placed the rum drink close to Jo-Ann, placed his rum-free drink close to him, an uncomfortable reach for her.

“What’s this?” Tyrone said as he stared at the half-smoked joint, pretending to just notice it.
This time there was no doubt that his voice was tinged with anger and the soft brown eyes and smiling faced had morphed into the cold stare that she had glimpsed earlier.