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(D/s, Mast, Exhib cons - F/m, Ff/m)
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Todd Mathews was mondo bored.  In a major way.  He’d taken this job as a
stockboy at the local grocery store to pick up some extra spending money, but
he hadn’t counted on the monotony of the menial job to drive him nuts. 
Stacking endless towers of cereal boxes, wielding a price gun on cases and
cases of canned products, scampering like mad to find the price on detergent
while an angry customer waited; none of these held any interest for the sixteen
year old sophomore.

He would much rather have been at home playing with his Nintendo, or surfing
the web, or reading a book, or even doing homework for god’s sake!  Anything
but this!  Not that his folks had given him any choice in the matter.  ‘You’re
going to need the money for college.’ was the mantra they threw at him
constantly.  Well, he knew they weren’t exactly rich.  His Dad was a Postal
clerk and his Mom worked at the mall.  Barring a win in the lottery or other
such windfall, Todd knew that paying for his schooling would be a major strain
on his parent’s budget.  He hoped to win a scholarship to help out, but knew he
couldn’t count on that.  So, here he was on a Friday night stacking oranges.

Not that Todd would have been out with friends having a wild time even if he
hadn’t been at work.  Oh, he would have liked to, but Todd wasn’t the darling
of the ‘in-crowd’ at school.  A late bloomer who only recently gone through
puberty, Todd was ill-at-ease with his classmates.  He just didn’t fit in and
poor coordination had always ruled out participating in any school sports.  He
did play trumpet in the school band, but that hurt his image more than it
helped.

Todd’s looks didn’t exactly help him out either.  He was scrawny and short,
only 5’4” tall.  He had buck-teeth which his parents just couldn’t afford to
fix and thick glasses to correct far-sightedness.  He looked several years
younger than his true age, which was the real kiss-of-death at school.  The
most charitable description he’d heard applied to him had been ‘cute’.  And
that was by his grandmother!  The kids at school had other descriptions;
‘geek’, ‘nerd’ and ‘dweeb’ were a few of the kinder ones.  It wasn’t his fault
he wasn’t six foot tall and muscular, but he paid the price anyway.  So here he
was, stuck here on a Friday night sorting produce.  Lucky for him, there was
only a few minutes left before nine o’clock, when he went home.

“Todd honey, could you come over here and give me a hand?” a dulcet female
voice called.

Todd looked up with enthusiasm, glad to have any distraction from his boring
task, but especially glad to have this one.  It was Arnie’s mother, Mrs.
Westbrook, one of the sexist ladies Todd knew. As usual, the stunning redhead
was exquisitely dressed in a black cashmere sweater, black miniskirt and heels.

Mrs. Westbrook was one of the few moms Todd knew that could get away with an
outfit like that.  Tall as a fashion model, her slim figure, firm upthrust
breasts, long legs and milky white skin meant that she could successfully wear
outfits other women her age could only dream about.  ‘I mean, she must be at
least thirty-five!’ Todd thought in amazement, ‘positively ancient!’

She was bent over now, straining to heft a huge watermelon into her shopping
cart.  Todd was treated with a great view of her trim butt wiggling from side
to side as she struggled with the large fruit.  She turned her head towards
Todd, flame red hair falling to the side of her classically beautiful features.

Green eyes viewed Todd with a combination of amusement and exasperation.

“Todd, when you’re finished admiring the view, you might think about giving me
a hand over here!” the redhead teased warmly.  That remark was classic Angela
Westbrook.  She knew she looked gorgeous.  Angela was completely with at ease
with her own sexuality and didn’t care who knew it.  Even a sixteen year friend
of her son.

Unfortunately for young Todd, he was not quite so sophisticated.  He felt
himself flushing hotly, embarrassed she had caught him staring at her butt. 
‘Thank god for the long apron he had to wear on the job.’ Todd thought
candidly.  If it weren’t for the shield offered by the apron, Todd knew Mrs.
Westbrook would have been treated to a far more obvious sign of his
appreciation. 

Not wanting to embarrass himself further, Todd hastened over to help Mrs.
Westbrook, grabbing one end of the enormous fruit while she grabbed the other. 
Together, they were able to wrestle it into her shopping cart.  Their mutual
exertions brought Todd face to face with her thrusting breasts under her fuzzy
sweater.  Todd quickly tore his eyes away, not wanting to be caught staring
twice.

Deep green eyes twinkled down at Todd.  “Thank you young man!  I don’t know
how I’d ever have been able to manage that myself.  I owe you one!”

Todd mumbled something self-depreciating, telling her it was all part of his
job.

“Nonsense Todd!!  A favor’s a favor.” she decreed.  “By the way, when are we
ever going to see you over at our house again?  I’m sure Arnie would love for
you to come over and spend some time.”

Arnold Westbrook was one of the few friends Todd had, so Mrs. Westbrook’s
invitation shouldn’t have been that unusual  But it was.  In all the time Todd
had known Arnie, he had only been to his friend’s house a handful of times. 
Not that Todd didn’t want to spend time with his friend.  It was Arnie who
seemed strangely reticent about having visitors at his home.  Hanging out at
the mall, library or other after-school haunts was fine, but Arnie always had
some lame excuse on why he shouldn’t come over.

“Sure Mrs. Westbrook.” he mumbled noncommittally.  He wouldn’t mind seeing his
friend, but he was equally sure Arnie would find a way to weasel out of it
before the occasion occurred.  “I’ve got to get back to unloading that crate if
I want to get off work on time tonight.”

“Okay Todd.”  she replied, turning to walk back to her cart.  Turning her head
over her shoulder, she asked Todd, “How much longer do you have to go anyway?”

“Oh, only fifteen minutes more.  Probably less now.” Todd answered.

“Oh, well, good-bye now.” the redhead told him cheerily.

“Take it easy Mrs. Westbrook.”  Todd replied, watching the gentle swaying of
the black miniskirt as she pushed her cart towards the meat department. 
‘Mother of his friend or not, she was hot.’ Todd thought to himself.  He’d have
to make a point of looking up some of his old Playboy’s he had hidden away. He
was sure there were at least a couple of issues which featured redheads.

***************


Fifteen minutes later, Todd had finished and was in the back getting ready to
go home.  He took off the apron and slipped on the huge windbreaker he’d gotten
as a gift last Xmas.  A hand-me-down from his father, it didn’t really come
close to fitting him, the cloth pockets all had holes in them and it came down
past his butt.  Still, it was better than nothing and it would provide at least
some protection from the crisp November air while he waited on his ride.

“Stockboy to register six.  Stockboy to register six.  Customer needs
assistance.” the speaker blared!

Oh shit, that was him.  It wasn’t fair, he was supposed to be off!  He’d been
here a whole four hours; hadn’t they heard of child labor laws?  Todd briefly
debated whether he could ignore the mechanical summons.  He might be able to
sneak out the back, but he still had to wait on his ride.  Well he’d do it, but
he’d be damned if he was getting changed again.  If they bitched at him, he’d
just point out he was off the clock anyway.

Pleased at himself for his gesture of defiance, he made his way forward to
register six and the old battle-axe that ran the late shift, old Mrs. McGillis.



To his surprise, Mrs. Westbrook was standing by the register with the old hag.

Mrs. Westbrook smiled at him as he approached while Mrs. McGillis just looked
at him sourly.  Of course, she looked at everyone that way, so Todd didn’t take
it personally.

“Please help this customer load her groceries into her car.” Mrs. McGillis
ordered Todd in a crabby voice.

Todd looked pointedly at his wrist, although he wasn’t wearing a watch.

Mrs. McGillis got the hint.  “I know your off duty, but your mother called. 
Her shop is undergoing a surprise audit and she couldn’t get you.  Suggested
you ought to call your Dad for a ride.” the battle-axe explained.

Oh great!  Friday night meant his old man was holed up in one of the local
bars.  He’d spend an hour calling around trying to find him.

The old lady went on in triumph, “Since you’re stuck here anyway, I figured
the least you could do is help Mrs. Westbrook out instead of hanging around
here all night bothering the customers.” she complained.  It was a not so
subtle hint to leave the store anyway.  ‘And go where?’, he wondered.

“Todd, why don’t you come home with me.” Mrs. Westbrook volunteered helpfully.

“We were just talking how it had been ages since you’d been over to see Arnie.

He’s not back from the library yet but he should be home soon.  You can call
your folks from my house.” 

Well, it certainly would be better than waiting around in the cold or calling
around to bars trying to find his old man.  He hoped Arnie wouldn’t mind. 
“Okay Mrs. Westbrook.  I guess it’s better than standing around in the cold.”

“Do you need to get anything before we leave?” Mrs. Westbrook asked.

“Nah, I’m ready to go now.” he replied.

“Good!” she smiled at him.  With a saucy flip of her miniskirt, she wheeled
her grocery cart away from the cash register towards the parking lot.  He
hurried to catch up.  The cold wind hit like a hammer as they left the store. 
Winter was in the air.

Angela Westbrook’s long legs ate up the ground in rapid strides as she pushed
the wobbly cart towards her car.  She didn’t have a coat to cover her chic
outfit, so Todd guessed she had to be freezing her butt off.  He scurried to
keep up.  She halted in front of a tan station wagon, popping the rear to
unload the groceries.  Todd knew whose job this was and dutifully began
transferring sacks of food from the cart to the waiting trunk.  He even managed
to put the large watermelon into the trunk all by himself.

“That’s twice tonight that you’ve given me a hand.” the stunning redhead
smiled at him.  “I’m definitely going to have to return the favor now.”  

“That’s okay, Mrs. Westbrook.  You’re giving me a ride.  That’s enough.” he
told her modestly.

“Nope, that’s just not enough.” the redhead retorted.  “We’re just going to
have to think of something else.  You just think of something you want more
than anything else in the whole world and we’ll see what we can do!”

Todd felt his cock give an alarming lurch inside of his faded jeans.  He had a
sudden forbidden image of this gorgeous redhead on her knees in the parking
lot, red lips parted moistly to receive his teenage cock.  Todd shook his head
hard.  Looking at Mrs. Westbrook was no help.  The cold had brought her nipples
up to two hard points which poked out at him through her dark sweater.  Shit! 
He had major wood now!!  He hoped she wouldn’t notice.  As casual as she was,
she’d probably take it in stride, but the embarrassment would slay him!

“Well Todd...” she pouted, “Have you thought of anything yet?”

Again the taboo image.  This time of her soft wet tongue circling slowly
around his throbbing cockhead.

“Todd??” she asked.  “Earth to Todd...  Come in please!” Mrs. Westbrook
prodded him with an little smile.

Todd started and looked up to find sparkling green eyes twinkling down on him
with amusement.  She could not know what he had been thinking!  He’d die!  He
spoke up hurriedly, “I’m sorry Mrs. Westbrook, I was daydreaming for a moment. 
Could we get in the car please?  It’s getting a little chilly out here.”

Mrs. Westbrook looked Todd up and down for a brief moment.  She seemed to know
he was trying to change the subject, but didn’t pursue it.  She unlocked the
car doors so they could get into the station wagon.

Once inside the car, Todd unobtrusively adjusted himself.  His huge
windbreaker covered up the obvious bulge in his jeans, but he needed to get rid
of the hard-on before the jacket came off at her house.  Mrs. Westbrook just
made matters worse.  Her short black mini-skirt had ridden up her long legs as
she worked the pedals to back the car out.  He could see her thigh muscles
ripple through silken hose.   He closed his eyes.  This wasn’t going to work. 
There was no way he was getting rid of this boner with this sexy lady so close.

He squirmed around some more.

“For goodness sakes Todd, you’re certainly antsy tonight.” Mrs. Westbrook
remarked, signaling a right turn and slowly easing out into traffic.  “You
don’t need to stop at the little boy’s room, do you?”

Todd almost told her he was fine, but instead paused to think.  He had to get
rid of this hard-on before they got to the Westbrook house and it clearly
wasn’t going away on its own.  But if he pretended he needed to go, he could
quickly ‘solve’ his problem. He’d used this trick before in school to get rid
of an inconvenient hard-on.

He spoke up, “I’m sorry Mrs. Westbrook, but I really do need to go.  Could we
stop at a gas station or something?”

“Can it wait until we get home?” she asked.

“I don’t think so.  I’m sorry.”  he added lamely.

“It’s okay.  I see a service station up ahead.  We’ll stop in there to let you
drain your lizard, so to speak.” she said, grinning at him companionably.

Todd flushed at her candid reference, looking away as they pulled into the
station.  As soon as they idled to a stop, he had the door open. He told Mrs.
Westbrook, “I may be a couple of minutes.  Sometimes it takes a little time to
relax in a new place, you know?”

“I understand Todd.  Take your time, I need to get some gas anyway.” she
replied.

“Thanks!” he told her as he gave one last sidelong leer at her exposed thighs
in the short mini-skirt.  Then he was out of the station wagon and headed
towards the rest room around the side of the building.  He opened the door and
went in.

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The men’s room was as dingy as he expected.  The walls and obligatory condom
dispenser were stained with obscene graffiti and the only toilet in the
restroom was clogged.  It was a good thing he really didn’t need to go.  He
didn’t see a urinal, but there was always the sink.  ‘I can’t trash this place
any worse than it already is.’ Todd thought.

Todd threw his windbreaker over the top of the stall.  Knowing he didn’t have
all night, Todd unzipped his faded denims and hauled his erect penis out of his
briefs into the air where it bobbed eagerly in anticipation.  After a moments
thought, he carefully freed his testicles as well, taking care not to get
caught in the zipper.  ‘Man, these are full!’ Todd thought as he weighed the
tender sac in his palm.

Todd moved to stand near the mirror.  He always got a kick beating off in
semi-public places where there was at least a remote chance of discovery.  Not
that he wanted to get caught.  It was the thrill of the forbidden which
attracted him, not any desire to endure the humiliation of discovery.  Doing it
in the gas station men’s room while a sexy redhead waited impatiently outside
certainly qualified.  He wondered if his cum would hit the mirror when he shot
off.

Todd looked down at his wobbling organ. His dick was slightly crooked, even
when he was hard.  While the shaft was fairly thin, his glans was large with a
protruding ridge.  From everything he’d read, Todd thought he had a pretty big
one for his age, stretching out seven inches when fully erect.  Like now, for
instance.  

He was wasting time.  He needed to finish up and get back before Mrs.
Westbrook got suspicious.  He didn’t have any lube, but didn’t think he had
time to use soap from the dispenser.  He took his hard-on in a firm
right-handed grip and started jerking furiously away.  He closed his eyes and
pictured Angela Westbrook’s impossibly long legs, this time wrapped around his
torso while he pumped away madly into her tight pussy.  He felt the waves of
pleasure build as he pounded away on his erection.  His nuts began to crinkle
up.  It wouldn’t be long now.  Pre-cum was leaking from his swollen glans. 
Almost there, one minute more...

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Then he froze in pure terror.  He distinctly heard the sound of a key in the
lock.  He prayed with all of might that someone was using the restroom next
door, but felt his Adam’s Apple drop through his stomach when he saw the
doorknob slowly turn in the mirror.  As the door swung open, he stared in
horror through the mirror right into Mrs. Westbrook’s wide eyes.  There was no
way he could conceal what he had been doing.  Discovery had happened too fast. 
He thought frantically, trying to come up with an explanation that wouldn’t
seem inane, but he drew a blank.

“Todd,” Mrs. Westbrook said sympathetically as she stepped into the restroom
and shut the door, “there’s no need to be ashamed.  Masturbation is a perfectly
normal thing for a boy your age.  You do need to be a little more discreet
about it, though.  Why did you pick the lady’s room of all places?”

If Todd had been mortified before, that was nothing compared to how he felt
now.  He’d picked the wrong restroom!  He just wanted to curl up and die. 
“Ladies r..room?” he croaked out.  He stared at Mrs. Westbrook in misery. 
She’d tell his parents and he’d be grounded until he was sixty!

“Fraid so.  I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt that you got the bathrooms
mixed up, but you didn’t have to stand here and do this yourself.” she told the
embarrassed teenager.

Here it was.  This was when he’d get the lecture about being a pervert and not
fit for human company.  He’d be lucky if she didn’t turn him over to the police
for public indecency.  He’d never been to jail before and wasn’t looking
forward to the experience.  He tried to cover his still throbbing penis with
his hands.

Mrs. Westbrook moved up right behind Todd.  “I wish I’d known about your
problem earlier.  I could have saved both us a considerable amount of
embarrassment.  Still, it’s water under the bridge.  Look Todd,” she told him
kindly, “You gave me a hand twice tonight.  It looks like it’s time for me to
return the favor.” she told him, staring right into his hazel eyes.

Todd stared back in unabashed astonishment as he felt his jaw drop open.  She
couldn’t have said what he’d thought she’d said.  He was certain he’d
misunderstood.  This gorgeous redhead couldn’t really have just offered to beat
him off.

Mrs. Westbrook gently took his right hand in hers and pulled it away from his
shiny erection. He tried to cover up his dick with his left hand, but she
pulled that one away as well.  “I see we’re going to have to do something with
these hands.  Todd, I told you I’d give you a hand and I meant it!  But I can’t
do this justice if you keep constantly interfering.”  As she spoke, the redhead
was loosening Todd’s stretch belt.

She made a circle of his belt and slid his left hand into the resulting loop. 
She repeated the process on the other side with his right hand.  Then, she
cinched the cloth belt tightly closed, fastening the metal hook carefully. 
This imprisoned Todd’s hands tightly at his sides, exposing his thrusting
erection to whatever she had in mind.

“You...Y...You’re really going to h..help me out?” Todd managed to stutter out
uncertainly.

“Of course I am honey.  You just don’t know what it is you need, that’s all. 
Now that we’ve kept your hands from interfering, I can guarantee you the
experience of a lifetime!” she assured the bound teenager.

She stared into Todd’s wide eyes thru the dingy mirror as her slim white
fingers reached out to coolly encircle his straining erection.  His cock leapt
at her touch, swelling even larger as practiced female fingers took firm
control of his erection and began to slowly milk the taunt foreskin back and
forth.  Todd squirmed from foot to foot as the sexy redhead ever so slowly
stroked his hard cock.  The pace was much slower than he usually preferred, but
he was in no position to complain.  He still couldn’t believe she was beating
him off here in a public restroom.  This was the stuff wet dreams were made of!

“Tell me Todd, was this what you were imagining when I offered you a helping
hand earlier tonight?” she whispered huskily, tickling his hanging balls with
her fingernails.

            “N..never Mrs. Westbrook!  I...I never dre..eeeamed we would be
doing this!”  Todd began to hump her palm, hinting broadly with his hips for
her to speed up the pace.  When the redhead ignored him completely, he spoke up
beseechingly, “Maybe just a little faster though please.”

“Faster?” she teased, never varying her slow even strokes on Todd’s turgid
penis.  “If I go faster, it’ll all be over that much sooner.  I promised you
the experience of a lifetime young man, and that’s exactly what you’re going to
get!” she told Todd, emphasizing her words by squeezing hard just underneath
Todd’s engorged glans, sending shock waves of pleasure up and down his spine. 
“You just let me set the pace and tell me when you’re getting close.”

In spite, or perhaps because of, the infuriatingly slow tempo of her
masturbation, Todd soon felt the semen began to gather up in his balls in
preparation for a major cum shot.  He was breathing heavily now and his glasses
were all fogged up.  It was obvious to both of them that he was close, very
close, to orgasm.  Todd bounced up and down on his toes, trying in vain to
increase the sensations enough to be able to cum, but Mrs. Westbrook continued
to frustrate him.  With his hands secured to his sides, Todd could do little to
help or hinder her erotic endeavors.  He had no choice but to stand there and
take it as she pumped him ever-so-slowly towards oblivion.  Within moments, he
felt his glans swell up and his scrotum tighten in preparation for an
earth-shattering orgasm.

Just when Todd thought he couldn’t last another second without shooting ropy
strings of cum right thru the dingy mirror, Mrs. Westbrook stopped!  Cold! 
Left right on the edge and hanging, Todd turned pleading hazel eyes towards
her.  “M..Mrs Westbrook, why did you stop?  I was almost there!!” he complained
in disbelief.  His abandoned boner still thrust stiffly into the air, a dewy
bead of precum hanging forlornly at the tip.

“Todd!” she exclaimed sternly, “I told you I know what’s best for young boys
like you.  I’ve got two of my own you know.”  

Todd stared at her in bewildered amazement.  She couldn’t mean what he thought
she did, could she?

She grabbed Todd’s windbreaker from the top of the stall and put it over
Todd’s thin shoulders.  The long nylon jacket fell down just far enough to
cover his exposed cock and balls, still hanging out of his jeans.  He squirmed
a little in discomfort as the slick material rubbed against his ultra-sensitive
cockhead which bulged the coat out. 

“We’d better take this game somewhere just a little more private don’t you
think?” Mrs. Westbrook teased the young boy.  “You wouldn’t want to get caught
twice in one night would you?” she giggled merrily.

Todd reply came out as a straggled gasp as she reached into the coat thru the
torn pocket and grasped his teenage cock in a no-nonsense grip.  She didn’t
stroke him, she just used his cock to steer him towards the door.  Todd was
both unbelievably humiliated and unbearably aroused at the same time.  He’d
heard of being led around by your cock, but he’d never expected to experience
it literally, and in public no less!

His stiff cock absolutely throbbed with arousal as Mrs. Westbrook led Todd
outside, towing him by his stiff hard-on.  Todd’s eyes were round marbles
staring around at people getting gas and milling around the convenience store. 
It seemed to Todd that the gas station was absolutely packed, although there
weren’t more than five or six people getting gas.  He was terrified he would
cum just from Mrs. Westbrook’s firm grip and the sliding of the nylon over his
aching cockhead.  He just knew his semen would stain the jacket and splash down
on the ground where everyone could see.  He’d just die of embarrassment.

As Todd was towed slowly along towards the car, they passed a couple of
college girls, a svelte redhead and a California blond, dressed in skintight
denims heading towards the cashier.  Unbelievably, Mrs. Westbrook stopped right
by the girls.

Todd couldn’t believe his ears when he heard Mrs. Westbrook ask; “Excuse me,
but could you help us with directions to I-75?  We seem to be lost.”  Angela
chose that moment to begin squeezing his cock, right underneath the sensitive
glans.  Todd successfully fought back the impulse to thrust up on his toes but
wasn’t able restrain the inevitable gasp.

Now all three women were looking at him and he had to say something quickly. 
If either girl looked down for even a second, they’d see Mrs. Westbrook’s hand
inside his windbreaker, even in the dim lighting.

“Todd?”  Mrs. Westbrook prodded him kindly, her actions anything but, as she
lightly tickling his balls to make him squirm.

“It’s no..nothing.  Reeeeally!!” he squeaked.  Angela was softly stroking the
one finger slowly back and forth over the hypersensitive lobes of his glans. 
Her teasing was enough to send Todd through the roof.  Just when he was certain
he was going to embarrass himself and make an absolute mess all over the
concrete in front of the coeds, Mrs. Westbrook relented.

“Kids!” she said laughingly as the two girls looked back at her and nodded
sagely, even though they couldn’t have been more than three years older than
Todd was.  As they gave Mrs. Westbrook garbled directions to the freeway, Mrs.
Westbrook kept teasing his swollen erection with gentle squeezes and sliding
his rod in small circles against the slick nylon windbreaker.  It was enough to
make Todd squirm all over the place, but fortunately the girl’s attention was
elsewhere.

Once they’d finished, Mrs. Westbrook thanked them politely and turned to look
at Todd.  “Thank the nice girls for all their help Todd!” she told him in a
sing-song voice.

Todd was sure she’d use the opportunity when the girls attention was focused
on him to tease him again.  He was right.  Just as he opened his mouth to
speak, she tweaked his sensitive glans causing him to rear up involuntarily. 
He gasped out something that sounded like ‘tanks’ as Angela’s nails danced
merrily up and down the underside of his steel-hard shaft.

The two girls exchanged glances, shook their heads and turned to go, putting
his fidgeting down to teenage nerves at talking to mature college coeds.  Todd
heaved a sigh of relief as they left, although Mrs. Westbrook never
relinquished her grip on his straining hard-on.  She led him to the car door
where she released her grip to help him in, a process made more difficult by
the fact that Todd’s arms were still bound.  She strapped him into his seat
belt snugly, which pulled the jacket into his stomach exposing his erection to
the cool night air.  She went around to get in the drivers side.

When she had settled in, Todd worked up enough courage to protest;  “That was
mean Mrs. Westbrook!!  I almost came out there!!  What if we’d been caught?” he
protested.

“Well we weren’t caught, were we?” she answered wickedly.  “Besides, I’ve got
solid proof that you loved it!” she laughed, reaching over to grasp his exposed
cock in a friendly grip.  “Right??” she asked him, stroking the foreskin back
and forth a few times, making him thrust his hips against the seatbelt.

Todd nodded dumbly.  Angela released him, and started the car.  “Now Todd, I
want you to show me how much of a man you really are.  Your performance with
those girls was impressive.  I really expected you to spew all over the gas
station, but you showed promise.  I don’t want you to cum until after we’re at
my house, okay?  If you hold out, you’ll get an extra-special reward” she added
with an lewd grin.

Todd was still desperate to get off, but sixteen year old virgin nerds didn’t
get chances like this very often, so he resolved to go along with her kinky
game.  He might get laid!  But as Mrs. Westbrook headed out of the service
station, he was reminded that she wouldn’t make it easy.

Grasping the steering wheel in her left hand, Angela reached over with her
right and clutched his aching erection.  Loosely shucking the foreskin back and
forth and making him grit his teeth, she asked, “Don’t you just love
power-steering?”