Thinking of self-awareness I was suddenly self-aware of my hunger for a ring of dough that was, at this very minute, floating down a river of bubbling hot oil. I knew better than to mention that to Cynthia. Instead I said a word to Nia in our native tongue. Nia flashed me a smile because she knew what it meant. We all have hungers.
I considered Cynthia's question as she intended it, how much time did she have to enjoy my attentions? This time of day we would be lucky to get home by 8:30 AM. I had to shower, change, and get to the office. Some of those things could be done with company. My meeting on the water rights brief was at 2:00 PM but I could not walk in cold. I had to be out of the house by 10:30 at the latest, so I could read a virtual stack of emails that were waiting from my readers so I could check any significant points they mentioned. I knew that, no matter what, the only meaningful question raised would be the last one I read - it was funny how life worked that way. Once at work I was sure I would be there late, I was done with this job so I would be starting on whatever project was next.
"I will never have enough time to love up your body as much as you deserve," I said. "Plus I imagine Abril and Li..."
"News flash: Li in taking some hours at work to make up for your naughty wedding weekend. Abril is at work, she has become very conscientious lately, plus you know security is running overtime. She will be all over your body tonight, that car you gave her was life-changing. She is driving it with instruction by everyone, actually listening to them. I guess that means we have some time to talk and fuck now, and maybe we can share a quickie in the shower?"
"You deserve more... but things have been busy lately... so I guess that works."
This led to more kissing and hugging with her wiggling out of her inconsequential dress as we drove towards the expressway. As I requested, Nia stopped at the closest drive-thru donut shop. The Town Car has dark tinting on the back windows so the minimum wage types at the pickup window probably could not see much of Cynthia's sweet naked body when Nia picked up my sugar fix at the drive-up.
As for Cynthia, my fingers found her pussy very wet and and her sex drive all wound up. With my kisses and one hand teasing her nipples my fingers worked inside her. She clung to me with her legs spread for access and she made happy, satisfied throat noises as she got off on my warmup finger moves quicker then either of us expected.
"Oh yes... you touch me there... right there... so good... yes YESS OHHHH!"
As she finished her fireworks Nia distinctly said "that is one." Cynthia giggled like Nia had stuck her with a giggle-shock stick.
I knew that was just for starters.
One very quick finger-fuck wasn't enough for my young baby-mama. After her first climax she pointed out three places where I could keep my lips busy; her nipples plumped up nice with a little attention and she was voracious when our lips met. Down below her hands were eager to get my pants open. When she got my cock out I slipped forward on the seat as Cynthia, kneeling on the seat, straddled my legs and slipped her wonderful eager wet pussy all around and down on my cock. She was sitting on top of me, completely naked, posting up and down, fucking while enjoying the view out the back window. To think, in mid-May she had been a complete virgin when Abril brought her to me as a tease.
Once Cynthia finished her initial frenzy of copulatory joy she settled into position. Her nipples were right in front of my face, demanding attention. I gave her nipples the attention she wanted.
In the rearview mirror Nia could see Cynthia's naked back, all the way down to where my cock was sliding in and out of Cynthia's body as she merrily fucked up and down. Mostly Nia kept her eyes focused on the road during the episode, she really was a good driver. Still, I could see Nia's laughing eyes clearly when they glanced in the oversized rear-view mirror. She was a natural voyeur enjoying all that was going on in the back seat. All the Tribe's indians were raised that way. I did not know it at the time, but Nia and Cynthia had a deal where Nia was owed a climax from Cynthia for every time I got Cynthia off before I left for work - any way I did it. Fair is fair.
Driving down the access roads, slipping up the entry ramp to the I-5, and accelerating towards home, Cynthia's body rose and fell on my cock as she worked up her second climax. She knew exactly how long the drive would take, and she worked the timing just right to get off at the next full stop when we got to the end of our exit ramp.
She loved having her way with me, having her sex fix on the freeway while surrounded by other cars. With an audience in the driver's seat.
Despite the time of day we were able to keep a steady pace, slowing below 40 only once. Nia was a sorceress at keeping the long car in the lane that was moving.
We turned onto the exit ramp exactly on cue and at the first stop Cynthia had her special moment of ecstasy on my cock. This time she also made sure I obliged her desires by filling her pussy with a happy creamy mess at the same time. She was essentially silent, so as not to disturb Nia as she navigated the 270 degree ramp, but she had to gasp in my ear, "Yes... YES... YES!" as I jetted my cum into her pregnant body the moment the car stopped.
Nia whispered her reminder softly, "Two."
When I was done, and Cynthia was done, Sin-Sin turned her head for a quick comment to Nia. "You are a little piggy for my wicked tongue, aren't you?"
Nia replied, "Yes, mama. For your tongue and your fingers and your skinny body to hold and love up and down and all around."
Cynthia was a little breathless as she looked at me and said, "Damn, that girl has a mouth on her, she almost earned another bingo with that comment." She meant it, I could see it in her eyes where Sin-Sin was hiding in the shadow, waiting to devour Nia's snatch later.
When we were done Cynthia rested a moment while our lips met and parted. I was still hard enough, so she reaching down to her clit where she stretched her pleasure a bit longer while she could. I could feel her body as she summoned the aftershocks to build like magic. A mile later, as we braked for another stop light, she released the energy, I felt it flow through her like a pure happiness right up to the moment where her pussy spat my soft cock out.
Nia's eyes sparkled as she whispered, "three?"
I nodded at her, it sure felt that way to me.
Three was enough. Cynthia got herself covered up - more or less - then moved to clean my cock with her mouth - a sign she was raised right. After that was done she had to chatter at me. It was sort of like the car's CD changer switching to the next CD.
We all shared donuts as she told me some details about the family visit while they were at a favorite waffle house near the intersections of I-80 and I-5 in the Bay area. They wanted a family meeting so they left Tonto at a RV shop where a pop-up camper was installed on the pickup truck Pammie and Tonto were going to use to visit colleges around the country. They planned to be back in LA before Cynthia went to Peru in mid-September. Cynthia would visit the Colony for 6 to 8 weeks, serving as it pleased the Patron.
Since Cynthia was used to being the one pleased, she wondered how that would work for her tender sweet body.
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Cynthia asked Nia to slip on headphones so we could talk in private. Actually she said the phrase "Lincoln Lawyer" which worked as code, they both read the book and were looking forward to the rumored adoption as a movie. Cynthia wanted to talk to me privately on behalf of her sister, it seemed my conversation with Pammie in May had her thinking about the "White Scarf" all summer.
Pammie's story was that she and Tonto were getting along better than fine, they were still virgins but had gotten "close" a few times. Cynthia figured they were each probably masturbating themselves or each other while kissing because "it was the next step after phone sex." She was confident that the tour would be good for them, coping alone together, grocery shopping and doing laundry while picking the university where they would live for the next couple of years away from all gang influences and repercussions of their "Sharks and Jets" romance.
In strict confidence, Pammie asked Cynthia to tell me that she was undecided about the "White Scarf" thing, but she intended to "stay qualified" for it. (The "White Scarf" is the Colony tradition where a virgin bride spends her wedding night being "instructed" by the Patron or a prince or a retainer, it honors the tradition of the first wives who came to the Captain as innocent indian maids. We don't do that for experienced brides.) Tonto was less enthused about the idea and had some questions. He also wasn't sure if he admired me "that much."
They both wondered whether oral sex disqualified somebody. I said I had to give that some thought. In LA a BJ had essentially replaced a kiss on the cheek as the end of a date with a partner.
