Claras awakening

The glow of your headlights lances out and illuminates the figure walking.

She was clad in running shorts and a white T-shirt that was rendered almost transparent by the rain. Clara froze as her night vision was instantly destroyed by your headlights. You see her hand raise to partially block the bright lights.

The beast roused, and it growled, "See, I told you she would come."

Opening the door, you get out. "Your late? Why?" you call out as you close the door with a thud.

Clara freezes at the sound of your voice, and you could see her eyes get bigger with every step you took. Clara might as well have been topless, for her shirt hid nothing. Your cock lurched painfully in your pants at the sight of her pale globes.

Reaching the teen, you cup her chin, asking. "Did you have a hard time getting out of the house?"

Clara minutely shook her head, breathlessly replying. "Nn-none at all. Mom and Aunt Daisy are ha-having a girls' night out."

You notice she didn't mention a father, but you'll let that go for now. Instead, you ask again. "Then why are you late?"

You felt her shiver, whether from the rain or because her nearness to you didn't matter. She pointed back the way she came, whispering. "Th-there were some flooded streets, and there was a pretty bad accident..."

You smile in invitation, saying. "Let's get in the car."

Turning, you start walking to the car, and you're heartened when you hear her walking behind you.

"Yessssssssss, she's ours." Crowed the beast.

You agreed, but you found yourself in a quandary. You had planned on taking your little southern bell on the merry-go-round where you first kissed a girl. But you had no desire to do so in a steady rain.

"Guess I'll have to wing it." You think to yourself.

You slide onto the driver's seat in, while Clara slides into the enger side.

Thunk, Thunk, sounds the doors as you close them. You place your keys on the dashboard and turn to ire the teen next to you. Clara's eyes find yours. Her arms wrapped around herself as if she were fighting herself. Finally, she burst out, saying. "I have to be absolutely crazy to be here."

"Maybe you are crazy, but you're still here," you smoothly reply. You casually lay your arm across the back of her seat. The whole time you watched the thoughts racing behind her eyes. When she abruptly looks away, your hand dips down to touch her shoulder.

"Where's the girl who came up to me in class and asked to see my cock?" You gruffly ask.

Clara's eyes came back to yours, and you could see she was still all she needed was a little push. Reaching over, you take hold of her left wrist. You could feel the muscles tense under your fingers, but she does nothing as you unfold her arms and draw her hand to your lips. Clara lets out a shaky breath when you kiss the back of her hand.

"I the girl in my classroom who wanted to wrap these fingers around me." With your right hand, you reach over and rub your thumb along her lower lip. "Who wanted to take me between the lips and taste me."

Clara blinked, released a breath, and muttered. "Oh, God."

You smile as her tongue slithers out, tasting the saltiness of your skin.

"Hurry up," the beast growled, restless to claim Clara for its pride. Ignoring it, you instead lay her unresisting hand over the bulge in your pants.

Clara whimpers, and you could see the heat fighting to get out. "Why the sudden hesitancy," you rumbled.

Moving your right arm, you once again lay it across the back of her seat. Then inching the hand down, you begin playing with the back of her neck.

"But I had—had plans." She itted with a shudder, as her eyes drifted shut.

You pat her hand still lying across your bulge and say. "That's the thing about plans; they rarely survive with the enemy."

Leaving her hand behind your reach across and palm her breast through the soaked. Clara's eyes snap open, and a moan slips from her throat. Out of the corner of your eye you see her start rolling in.

"It's perfect," the beast rumbles.

"The enemy is inside you, afraid of what you might learn about yourself." You growl as your thumbs brush her nipple, tantalizing it.

You feel the change in her as she mentally crosses the Rubicon. Clara arches her back, pushing her chest into your caress. The hesitation you saw just moments ago goes out, and a new fire starts burning.

A hungry smile spreads across her lips as she breathlessly says. "Let me see it, Mr. C; let me see your dick."

Releasing her breast, your hand moves to cup her cheek. "Is that all you want, baby girl?"

Pleasure shoots through you when her hand lies ively on your groin, suddenly cupping your bulge.

Her fire unleashed; she purrs. "Noooooo, Mr. C, I want to feeeelllll it. I want to taassttteeeee it. " You shut her up by kissing her. Like in your classroom, she was no ive participant. Her tongue tangled with yours as she met aggression with aggression.

Breaking the kiss you growled. "Is that all you want, baby girl?"

Clara shivered as the feral creature she'd kept chained up burst free, stating. "I want to ride it, Mr. C."

Your answering smile was equally feral, as you groaned. "You know what will happen if you ride me?"

The heat in Clara's eyes burned even hotter as she moaned out. "You'll cum in me."

"That's right," you growl as you move to cover her belly. "I'll fill your pussy full of thick cream, and you know what can happen if I do that?"

Her hand covered yours on her belly as she smiled at you, purring. "I might get pregnant."

You lean in closer, or as close as the gear shift allows. You lay a string of kisses along her cheek till you come to the shell of her ear. Clara moaned, and her fingers dug in when you blew hot air across her ear.

"If you get pregnant, baby girl, all those plans of yours will go up in smoke." You rasp before nibbling on her ear. Clara moaned, and her head tilted, giving you all the access you could want.

Your fingers find the edge of her t-shirt and dive under it as you continue. "You'd be just my little blonde broodmare. A teen slut who let herself get bred by a man old enough to be her grandfather."

Clara lets out a low moan, and you back off enough for your eyes to meet hers. Her smile met yours, and you knew she was liking what you were saying. Your lips find hers again, and you both spend several minutes playing tag in open-mouth kisses.

Breaking the kiss, your fingers dig into the hem of her white t-shirt. Clara looked at your hand and silently nodded. It was a little awkward, between the constrained area of the front seat and her shirt being sopping wet. But you managed to get the shirt up over her head and then down her arms.

Tossing the garment into the back seat, you stared at Clara's breasts. So pale they almost glowed in the low light. Topped with two cotton candy-colored nipples.

You were both breathing heavily when you shifted a hand, looking for the lever to adjust the seat. "Take off those shorts for your daddy," you roughly order.

"Mmmnnnnn, yes, Daddy," she replied, trying out the name. The way her smile widened told you she liked it. "She's ours," you and the beast silently crowed.

You trigger the seat release and shove your car seat all the way back. Clara, without missing a beat, lifted up her ass; she shoved the running shorts down her long legs, revealing the pale lips of her perfect pussy.

No underwear as you'd ordered.

Raising your arms, you entwine your fingers behind your head, huskily saying. "Enjoy."

Clara eagerly went to work on your fly. "I-I just can't help myself with you, Daddy." She huskily states as the button on your pants comes free. She immediately grabbed the pull tab on your zipper, ripping it down.

You had ditched your boxers before leaving the house, and you fully erect pussy-pleaser flopped out into her waiting hands.

Clara gasped at the surprise, even as her fingers wrapped around your girth. The look of surprised joy on her face as she explored your length. Sent your blood pressure surging into the stratosphere.

"You're so much bigger than Toby." She murmured a moment later, looking up at you.

She then giggled, like a child on Christmas who'd just gotten their new favorite toy, and jacked you a few times until she had pre-cum oozing from your pisshole.

She then shivered, purring, "I never took Toby with my mouth no matter how many times he demanded it."

Leaning down, she began lapping at your cockhead. You groaned, and your hand settled on the back of Claras head.

"Mnnnnn," she hummed before taking her first, and if you had anything to say about it, only cock into her hot little mouth.

You growl as her silken tongue lashed at your swollen man-meat. Your hips jerked hard, thrusting your cock deep into Clara's throat. Despite gagging, she managed to relax her throat as if she had been doing this for years. You feel her fingers cup your balls as she begins to bob up and down on your crown.

"Fuck me, you're a natural-born cock sucker, slut," you growl as your head falls back.

Clara pulled off of you with an audible pop. Looking up at you, her eyes burned with the intensity of a religious convert. "I'm your slut, Daddy," she huskily vowed.

You snarl, as you drag her head to yours, kissing her. Matching you in intensity, Clara's tongue fought back, refusing to be dominated.

You didn't care what you had to do because there was no way you would ever let Clara go.

Breaking the kiss, you growled, "Get over here, slut; it's time for you to get fucked."

If you had any notion that she might balk at the last moment, you need not have worried.

Clara's eyes glowed as she crossed over the gear shift with an agility only the young have. She then settled down straddling your lap with your cock trapped against her belly.

"Is this how you wanted me Daddy," she purred even as her pussy pressed again the base of your cock.

Using your hands, you grip the globes of her ass and thrust up into her pelvis. Clara shudders, a moan slipping from her lips, as you growl. "I'm going to stretch you out, baby girl. Ruin you for those boys you go to school with."

Positioned on your lap, her breasts were naturally at eye level. Taking what was on offer. You lean forward and lash one pink bud with your tongue, just before wrapping your lips around its twin and sucking hard.

Clara's whole body vibrated as her back arched. You felt her fingers dig into your scalp as she cried out. "Who fucking needs them?"

Anyone seeing her now, a wanton slut spread out on you in a parking lot. Would scarcely believe that barely a week ago she was shyly asking to see you because you saw her?

At her urging, you let her first nipple pop free and attacked its twin. Sucking it deep into your mouth, your cheeks hallowed as you sought to brand her body with your mark of ownership.

Clara moaned out, "aaaahhhhhhh yeessssd, Daddy. It's a good thing I lost my cherry at a slumber party," as she ground her cunt into you.

The vision of a bunch of teen girls accidentally breaking their hymens with brush handles bursts into your imagination. Even with the obstruction gone, you knew she'd be beyond tight. You didn't care; she was female and ready to be mated.

You tug on her ass. And Claras' smile widened. She knew exactly what you wanted. Ri, she hotly panted, "Do it, Daddy, fuck my pussy."

You could feel pussy drooling on you as you drew her up your length. Just as she cleared your cock, you lowered her a couple inches, letting your shaft breach her gate.

Clara gasped as her eyes widened, a look you'd never grow weary of seeing, as she felt your cock breach her for the first time. Your arms burned as you lowered the blond inch by inch onto your throbbing prick.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Clara chanted in pleasure and pain; your cock burrowed deeper.

Finally she was back to where she started, but this time there were 8 inches of man meat buried in her snatch. Clara gurgled as her body spasmed around you.

Lifting your head out of her chest, your eyes found hers. But they weren't looking at you. Her attention was turned inward to the cock pressed up against her cervics. She must have liked what she saw, as you felt her pussy flutter around you as it became accustomed to being stretched around your thick invader.

Finally, she blinked her eyes, and her open mouth turned into a smile that promised sin. "Fuck, Daddy, if I knew you'd feel this good, I wouldn't have waited a week." She purred, as her hips shifted atop you.

Returning her grin, you gripped her sweat-slickened hips and started drawing her off your cock. Clara moaned, her back arching as her pussy fluttered around you.

When you were halfway out, you bucked up into her, causing her to cry out. You then lowered her back down till your cock was snugly surrounded by her wet folds.

Clara smiled as she started moving on you, partly raising her hips only to sink back down, letting gravity do it work. She quickly gained confidence, and she sped up, her cunt eager to gobble up your cock with every down stroke.

"You like my pussy, Daddy? Am I a hot fuck like that slut, Bailey?" She purred when your fingers started tweaking her nipples.

Grinning, you looked up into her eyes and growled. "Better forget about those plans of your baby girl. With a cunt this good you're guaranteed to be waddling to graduation."

Her eyes flared, and she cried out as you take one fat nipple deep into your mouth. Sucking hard, you felt her love tunnel spasm around you as she ground herself on your cock.

You then felt her hands in your hair as she pulled you off her turgid peak. Utterly feral, her lips attacked yours as she kissed you aggressively. Her tounge clashing with yours as she started howling into the kiss.

Before long, pain explodes from your lower lip as her teeth bite into you. Breaking the kiss, she hissed. "If I'm waddling, Daddy, make sure I'm not alone."

All you could do was groan as she pulled almost all the way off. Before dropping back down hard enough that your car's shocks squeaked.

This was no virgin whose sexual experience was mostly hand jobs and getting felt up. She was a tigress who was making a claim even as she was claimed.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw between the thickening fog outside and your combined heat. The car's windows had completely fogged over, locking the two of you in your private world.

Riding you hard, her cries and moans shattered the few chains that bound your beast. Taking control of you. Your hands mauled her hips, thighs, and ass.

Your lips wandered at will. Tasting her skin, even as your teeth marked her flesh. Civilization gone, the two of you grappled. Waging battle on each other's bodies with pleasure as your rewards.

Finally, Clara jammed her hand against the car roof and pushed her whole body down, impaling herself on you, root to tip.

Then with an uninhibited shriek, her pussy exploded. Her velvety vice clamped down cruelly as her sheath demanded your seed.

Eyes closed, you throw back your head as you thrust up into her snatch and erupt as a wave of white lava explodes from Mount Clarkson.

Locked in that moment, the two of you could only strain against each other as your spooge began its assault. Wave after wave of jizz invaded her fertile depths, looking to breed.

Blindly groping each other, your lips find each other's, and with open-mouth kisses, you moan into each other's mouths. Eventually the kiss ends and her eyes find yours.

Silently regarding you, her shimmering blue irbs were soft and satisfied. Gone was the tigress who demanded you not have her waddling alone. Instead, she was once again an 18-year-old girl who'd just lost her virginity in the front seat of her teacher's car.

Seeing those thoughts start to well up. You cup her chin, murmuring, "shhhhhhhh," before kissing her. You feel her shudder as an aftershock works its way through her pussy.

Breaking this kiss, she whispers softly. "What happens now?"

The beast looking out through your eyes growls in response. "Your mine... forever."