Sex, Good and Bad - NC-17 Chlark Fic
Title: Sex, Good and Bad
Author: The Satyr Icon
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Set in Icon AU; Senior Year
Classification: Smallville; Chloe/Clark; het_fic; NChlark
Disclaimer: All characters, references, and other things pertaining to 'Smallville' are property of the CW, DC Comics, Tollin-Robins, Al Gough, Miles Millar, and J. Siegal & J. Shuster; I am just writing for fun, and if I owned them, all would be good and clean in the World.
Summary: Chloe and Clark go to the local drive-in, and things get sticky.
Word Count: 2824
Written: Start: Plot: December 2004 Actually Writing: July 2005 Finished: October, 2007
Author's Notes: This is part of longer fic about Chloe and Clark losing their virginity together; I just felt like posting this part.
Sex, Good and Bad
For a Friday night date, they looked like a mismatched pair, Clark and Chloe did, as they walked back from the StarDust Drive-In concession stand to her car. He wore broken-in Levi's and a white tee-shirt with boots on his feet, while she wore a stylish blouse and linen pants that were perfect for the hot Spring weather. They didn't look like they were a couple, but they were were in love, despite their different fashion choices.
Chloe sipped at her Super Choco Blast milkshake and smiled and waved at her best friend, Lana Lang, who had yelled out "Hey Girl!" to her as she went to the stand to get some popcorn. Clark had his plain vanilla milkshake and had set the box of treats (a small popcorn, Jujubes, Milk Duds, and roasted peanuts) on the top of the car and looked around. Even though that it was dark out now, not like the dusky time when they had arrived at the drive-in, he still didn't want to be obvious but it had to be done: he opened the rear passenger-side door as inconspicuously as possible, and Chloe nonchalantly slid inside the car. Clark grabbed the box and handed it to her. As he got in, he heard a car's horn honk.
"If that's Pete, I'm kicking his ass tomorrow," Chloe said as Clark scooted next to her.
"Only after I get done with him," Clark said.
Chloe laughed and leaned into Clark. They had actually watched the first movie at the drive-in, a good action-packed film, but Chloe reminded Clark it was The American Way to make out in the back seat during the second feature. Getting the treats was an excuse; Clark couldn't scramble over the seats, and Chloe did want another drink. She took one last sip and placed her drink on the front seat next the box, and pulled Clark's away as he sipped.
"Less drinky, more kissy," Chloe said as she put his drink away. Clark swallowed and kissed the lips that Chloe pressed against him. Chloe squirmed against Clark's long torso, liking how their bodies rubbed, and how his hands cupped her butt. She tilted her head. Clark took the cue and licked and kissed her neck. She ran her tongue over her top teeth; Clark knew how to kiss her neck, knew her spots. Chloe's hands slid under his shirt, and Clark moaned as her fingertips raked lightly over his taut muscular skin. Chloe herself gasped as his hand slid under her top, and his hand crept up. "Higher, Clark," Chloe whispered as she kissed. Clark's hand made it to her bra strap; he usually felt her breast covered up by the bra cup, but Chloe wanted to feel his hands on her skin.
"Unhook it, baby," she said, panting between the kisses, and she started moaning when his other hand gave her buttcheek a squeeze. She grinned as that hand joined the other one and a second afterward she had felt the pressure of the strap and cups give way. She looked at Clark and nodded to him. "Its okay... Touch me," she said.
Chloe kissed his forehead as she felt his thumb slide under the strap and slide down. She rose up a bit while the cup stayed in place and Clark moaned as he felt the side swell of her breast. "Soft," he whispered.
"There's more," she whispered back. She leaned back and unbuttoned her blouse. She didn't fully open the blouse, but she took Clark's hands and she shivered as she lead them up her tummy to right under the loose bra cups. She leaned back to him and his hands slid up. Clark open his mouth in wonderment as his hands filled with Chloe's breasts. She kissed his bottom lip, her hands running through his short hair.
Clark simply held Chloe. Her breasts were plump and warm, and everything that he imagined, no... more. He began to lightly squeeze them and he loved how supple they were, squishy, just the right shape in his hands. "Ohhhhhhh Chloe," he whispered. Chloe moaned, loving how Clark touched her.
Chloe leaned back into Clark's body and yanked off his shirt, tossing past the front seat, under the steering column. She marveled at him. There was not an ounce of fat on Clark. Clark was a perfect specimen, she thought, perfect and Mine. She shivered as she ran her fingers over his abs, his pecs, over the muscles on his shoulders. She leaned over and kissed his lips, along his chest. She squeaked as his fingers found her nipples and she whispered hot in his ear to just rub it. He did and Chloe squirmed more. Her legs had Clark's thigh in a vise grip and she hoped that she wasn't making his thigh as wet she now felt between her legs.
She liked how she could make him him moan and she felt the length of his hardness along the inside of her thigh. She wondered just how big was Clark. "Want me to touch it?" she whispered, tracing her fingertips on the denim.
"Yesssssssss," Clark moaned, swallowing fast, a little amazed that she was feeling him there, so brazenly.
"Want me to... hold it?" Chloe looked up into Clark's eyes, her fingers on the first button on his fly.
"Oh God yes, Chloe, " Clark moaned and she kissed his muscular abs. “Please...”
Chloe rolled on her side, wedging herself between the backseat and Clark. He wiggled to the seat's edge and his left hand cupped her butt. Chloe liked that he always rested his hand there. She whispered that she loved feeling how hard he was... how she loved touching him through his Levi's. She stroked the her palm on the jean material, feeling the outline of his cock, breathing hard as she rubbed the full length. 'Wow,' simply thought. Clark was long and he was thick and Chloe shuddered at his size, fully feeling it, fully impressed. Clark squeezed her asscheek. Chloe leaned in and kissed his stomach and she was treated to a series of rapid breaths; she loved how his stomach quaked. She looked at him. "I want to hold you in my hands, Clark." Clark could only nod. Chloe unbuttoned the buttons on his fly and Clark lifted his butt and she tugged down his pants down to his knees.
"Oh my god," she whispered as she saw his boxer briefs were straining to contain his erection. She swallowed hard; He was big, bigger than she thought. She looked at him, and he was squirming at her touch. "My poor baby," she thought as she traced the outline again. She breathed faster as she felt the thickness through the cotton. She looked at Clark and smiled him sweetly, sheepishly, and closed her eyes. Clark smiled, and tugged down the waistband and Chloe coughed as his erection sprung free. She was also surprised that his body, what she seen so far, was hairless, and his pubic area was same way, smooth.
"I'd never guessed that you used Nair, babe," Chloe giggled and kissed his stomach.
"No...I don't, honest...” Clark sputtered and started to get uncomfortable; it was just part of his alien Kryptonian heritage that he had hair just on his head. “I just don't have any pubic hair...there or armpits...legs..."
"Oh....okay....it looks nice..."
"Really? I was worried..."
"Don't be, baby. I really like it."
Tentatively, Chloe touched Clark's erection...and she was surprised how hard he was yet how velvety he felt. Her fingernails slid up, down, up, and down again as Chloe tried to gauge Clark in inches. Forsaking her reporter's zeal for facts, she thought it better to just think, 'he's BIG', and let it go at that as she wrapped her fingers around him, her grip set wide. She slowly stroked him, looking at Clark's face, lit by the drive-in's projector lights in the dark.
"Do you like this?" she whispered, her voice shaky, still surprised that she was doing it and Clark grunted out a yes.
"Am I doing this right?" she said with a little smile. "Tell me..."
"That's... that's how I do it," Clark said huskily, as Chloe's hand went from under the thick ridge on the head of his cock and pushed down on his hardness. His skin had some give and she slowly pumped him, watching him squirm. She was so used to seeing him in command, in control, so powerful... and now she was the powerful one between them.
"Do you think of me doing this?" Chloe asked, and her hand shook as his cock bobbed in her grip.
"Yessss," Clark moaned. Since Chloe moved to Smallville in eighth grade, he had been stroking himself to the image of her in his head. Not just how she looked, but thinking of the sound of her voice, her scent... He shivered and smiled at her.
"Show me how you do it," she whispered, loving the fact that she was in his masturbatory fantasies; he was the star of her own private playtimes. Clark's large hand covered her little hand and he stroked her fist up and down, faster than she did, and Chloe was surprised at the speed and the roughness that Clark stroked. She knew of his super-strength... and wondered how that came into play when he jerked off...
"Chloe..."
"Yes?"
"It too ...dry," He whimpered as he pounded his hand and hers up and down.
She nodded, immediately thinking of the empty bottle of Jergans that she had seen in the trash in the loft once or twice before. She licked on her palm (and realized she kinda, sorta licked Clark, and she smiled) and Clark moaned when he felt the wetness on him. He pumped even faster.
"Lemme me do it, baby," Chloe whispered. His hand moved away and her little fist kept up the fast rhythm.
"Oh God," Clark moaned.
Chloe kissed his stomach, his chest and stroked him faster.
"Talk to me, Chloe," Clark said, squirming, squeezing her ass.
"What?" she was moaning, his hand felt great.
"Whisper to me," Clark asked, eyes shut. "I love your voice..."
"Oh... okay... um... You're so big, Clark... really big," she whispered as she stroked. "I love your hands on me." Clark moaned. "I love how you feel my butt....my... tits." He shifted and she stroked harder. "Like my voice, Clark? Really? Like when I use words like...tits?"
"Yesssss."
"Do you like my hands on your... cock?"
"Yes...."
"Dreamed of this, like I have?"
"Yes..."
"Me stroking it?..."
"Oh God yessss..."
"Me sucking it?... Like this?"
Chloe closed her eyes and kissed the head first then and Clark could have died...
She put the head in her mouth and started to suckle on Clark, lightly, wanting to do this for him, surprised how much she wanted to do this for herself. She closed her eyes and felt the rim of his cock head slide between her teeth, slide on her tongue, pressed up against the roof of her mouth as she sucked. Her hand still stroked him, but barely because she was lost, turned on at how Clark felt in her grasp and mouth; Lana was right, Chloe's mind drifted: this isn't bad at all... next, she thought as she licked on the underside of his cockhead, we'll do it, for real.
Clark's hand slipped under the drawstring-tightened waistband of Chloe's pants and he felt her bikini-cut panties; he knew the color because he used his special ability to see-through things, particularly his girlfriend's clothes. But he'd never touched them, and he reveled at their silky texture. She wiggled and pressed into his hand. He took her hint and slipped his hand into them, and she moaned as he caressed her asscheek. He explored, going deeper and deeper between her legs; he could feel her heat on his fingertips, could feel her body getting moist. His nostril were filled with her scent. "You're so wet, Chloe. I can smell it." Clark moaned, loving it, loving her. Then his fingertip caressed a soft fuzzy place; he was touching her pussy, feeling the plush sides, and doing that, coupled with her sucking on his cock, Clark started to lose control. "Oh my God!" Clark's muscles went rigid as she kept her mouth on just his swollen cock-head. "Chloe... stop... stop."
Chloe shook her head, no. She wasn't going to stop, she liked doing this... he was like a giant Blo-Pop, and she never wanted to stop sucking, and his fingers felt so good where they were... so close to being in her, on her clitoris... She'd show him just like he showed her. She sucked on him harder.
Then Clark realized that her soft palate and liquids traveling in speeds that could measured in pounds per square inch don't mix. Clark grabbed Chloe's shoulders and forced her away, pushing her off his cock. He mouth was a perfect O as she slammed against the back of the seat and she was dazed. She looked at him and remembered what Lana said: "Things could get messy."
Clark looked at his girl, her breasts bared, so enticing, the fresh new scent her discovered that came from her pussy, the way that she had just sucked on him, how she felt in his hands... he moaned out Chloe's name and he ejaculated.
HARD.
Chloe's eyes went wide; she wanted to see Clark have an orgasm (or like Lana said: cum). But what Clark did wasn't like Lana explained what would happen. There wasn't just a few squirts of white liquid, but JETS of white liquid that shot everywhere from where she was just sucking on. But some had hit her, pelting her cheek, her chin, her chest and the impacts STUNG her.
"OW!"
Clark kept cumming as Chloe aimed his cock away from her; he shot everywhere helplessly, caught up in the act, spraying the back of the car seats, on the ceiling of the car, again on Chloe (on her pants, feeling like pinches on her thighs), on his own chest and stomach. She was moving around, dodging his ejaculations and he was shaking in the throes of his orgasm and that caused the car to rock this way and that to the point that cars around them started honking; they all knew it was Chloe's car and if it was moving like that, they guessed Clark was giving it to her good. Finally, his orgasms subsided, and he slumped back on the backseat.
"Oh my god!" Chloe freaked out. She didn't know what to react to first: the pain of being nailed by Clark's sperm or the utter mess he made, or all the honking. She wiped the gloppy stickiness off her face and wondered if it left marks. She went to move but her hand slid on the seat next to her, slippery from his orgasm. Then a glop dripped from the ceiling onto the bridge of her nose. "Oh man, oh man.... That was crazy!" She grabbed Clark's milkshake, pulled out the straw, ripped off the plastic lid, and dumped the vanilla drink, spilling it onto the flooring, the chairs. Then she did the same with her drink, trying to cover Clark's tracks, spilling it on him and her.
"Chlo - -"
"SHUT UP CLARK AND HELP!"
"There's nothing left to spill! We're soaked! I think your dad will notice..."
"Can you just vaporize it?"
"Chocolate and strawberry milkshakes and semen does not make a potpourri scent, I think."
Chloe stared at Clark. Then she laughed, at his sheepish grin, at the whole mess they were in. The honking died down as Clark used his shirt to wipe up his cum as he could, whispering sorry.
"Well, I like that I can have that affect on you... but it hurt," She said, touching her cheek. Explaining what happened, Chloe rested against her boyfriend's chest. He sighed and he apologized again, and explained that he should have warned her, or stopped her altogether. "No, don't fret, big boy," she said and kissed his chest. "I really liked everything before getting hurt. If we can figure out to make it not hurt... I want to taste you. You know, finish what I started."
"Can I... taste you, too?" Clark wondered. "I mean... not because you did it and I want to give you a turn. I want to... I mean," he shifted, all embarrassed, "I really want to do the same for you.... I love you."
"I love you too, babe," Chloe snuggled into Clark's arms and kissed him. They nestled in the damp back seat, their clothes sticky, not caring for the film on the screen, or what people might say at school the coming Monday. Nothing mattered. Just them, especially now.
The End
Author: The Satyr Icon
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Set in Icon AU; Senior Year
Classification: Smallville; Chloe/Clark; het_fic; NChlark
Disclaimer: All characters, references, and other things pertaining to 'Smallville' are property of the CW, DC Comics, Tollin-Robins, Al Gough, Miles Millar, and J. Siegal & J. Shuster; I am just writing for fun, and if I owned them, all would be good and clean in the World.
Summary: Chloe and Clark go to the local drive-in, and things get sticky.
Word Count: 2824
Written: Start: Plot: December 2004 Actually Writing: July 2005 Finished: October, 2007
Author's Notes: This is part of longer fic about Chloe and Clark losing their virginity together; I just felt like posting this part.
Sex, Good and Bad
For a Friday night date, they looked like a mismatched pair, Clark and Chloe did, as they walked back from the StarDust Drive-In concession stand to her car. He wore broken-in Levi's and a white tee-shirt with boots on his feet, while she wore a stylish blouse and linen pants that were perfect for the hot Spring weather. They didn't look like they were a couple, but they were were in love, despite their different fashion choices.
Chloe sipped at her Super Choco Blast milkshake and smiled and waved at her best friend, Lana Lang, who had yelled out "Hey Girl!" to her as she went to the stand to get some popcorn. Clark had his plain vanilla milkshake and had set the box of treats (a small popcorn, Jujubes, Milk Duds, and roasted peanuts) on the top of the car and looked around. Even though that it was dark out now, not like the dusky time when they had arrived at the drive-in, he still didn't want to be obvious but it had to be done: he opened the rear passenger-side door as inconspicuously as possible, and Chloe nonchalantly slid inside the car. Clark grabbed the box and handed it to her. As he got in, he heard a car's horn honk.
"If that's Pete, I'm kicking his ass tomorrow," Chloe said as Clark scooted next to her.
"Only after I get done with him," Clark said.
Chloe laughed and leaned into Clark. They had actually watched the first movie at the drive-in, a good action-packed film, but Chloe reminded Clark it was The American Way to make out in the back seat during the second feature. Getting the treats was an excuse; Clark couldn't scramble over the seats, and Chloe did want another drink. She took one last sip and placed her drink on the front seat next the box, and pulled Clark's away as he sipped.
"Less drinky, more kissy," Chloe said as she put his drink away. Clark swallowed and kissed the lips that Chloe pressed against him. Chloe squirmed against Clark's long torso, liking how their bodies rubbed, and how his hands cupped her butt. She tilted her head. Clark took the cue and licked and kissed her neck. She ran her tongue over her top teeth; Clark knew how to kiss her neck, knew her spots. Chloe's hands slid under his shirt, and Clark moaned as her fingertips raked lightly over his taut muscular skin. Chloe herself gasped as his hand slid under her top, and his hand crept up. "Higher, Clark," Chloe whispered as she kissed. Clark's hand made it to her bra strap; he usually felt her breast covered up by the bra cup, but Chloe wanted to feel his hands on her skin.
"Unhook it, baby," she said, panting between the kisses, and she started moaning when his other hand gave her buttcheek a squeeze. She grinned as that hand joined the other one and a second afterward she had felt the pressure of the strap and cups give way. She looked at Clark and nodded to him. "Its okay... Touch me," she said.
Chloe kissed his forehead as she felt his thumb slide under the strap and slide down. She rose up a bit while the cup stayed in place and Clark moaned as he felt the side swell of her breast. "Soft," he whispered.
"There's more," she whispered back. She leaned back and unbuttoned her blouse. She didn't fully open the blouse, but she took Clark's hands and she shivered as she lead them up her tummy to right under the loose bra cups. She leaned back to him and his hands slid up. Clark open his mouth in wonderment as his hands filled with Chloe's breasts. She kissed his bottom lip, her hands running through his short hair.
Clark simply held Chloe. Her breasts were plump and warm, and everything that he imagined, no... more. He began to lightly squeeze them and he loved how supple they were, squishy, just the right shape in his hands. "Ohhhhhhh Chloe," he whispered. Chloe moaned, loving how Clark touched her.
Chloe leaned back into Clark's body and yanked off his shirt, tossing past the front seat, under the steering column. She marveled at him. There was not an ounce of fat on Clark. Clark was a perfect specimen, she thought, perfect and Mine. She shivered as she ran her fingers over his abs, his pecs, over the muscles on his shoulders. She leaned over and kissed his lips, along his chest. She squeaked as his fingers found her nipples and she whispered hot in his ear to just rub it. He did and Chloe squirmed more. Her legs had Clark's thigh in a vise grip and she hoped that she wasn't making his thigh as wet she now felt between her legs.
She liked how she could make him him moan and she felt the length of his hardness along the inside of her thigh. She wondered just how big was Clark. "Want me to touch it?" she whispered, tracing her fingertips on the denim.
"Yesssssssss," Clark moaned, swallowing fast, a little amazed that she was feeling him there, so brazenly.
"Want me to... hold it?" Chloe looked up into Clark's eyes, her fingers on the first button on his fly.
"Oh God yes, Chloe, " Clark moaned and she kissed his muscular abs. “Please...”
Chloe rolled on her side, wedging herself between the backseat and Clark. He wiggled to the seat's edge and his left hand cupped her butt. Chloe liked that he always rested his hand there. She whispered that she loved feeling how hard he was... how she loved touching him through his Levi's. She stroked the her palm on the jean material, feeling the outline of his cock, breathing hard as she rubbed the full length. 'Wow,' simply thought. Clark was long and he was thick and Chloe shuddered at his size, fully feeling it, fully impressed. Clark squeezed her asscheek. Chloe leaned in and kissed his stomach and she was treated to a series of rapid breaths; she loved how his stomach quaked. She looked at him. "I want to hold you in my hands, Clark." Clark could only nod. Chloe unbuttoned the buttons on his fly and Clark lifted his butt and she tugged down his pants down to his knees.
"Oh my god," she whispered as she saw his boxer briefs were straining to contain his erection. She swallowed hard; He was big, bigger than she thought. She looked at him, and he was squirming at her touch. "My poor baby," she thought as she traced the outline again. She breathed faster as she felt the thickness through the cotton. She looked at Clark and smiled him sweetly, sheepishly, and closed her eyes. Clark smiled, and tugged down the waistband and Chloe coughed as his erection sprung free. She was also surprised that his body, what she seen so far, was hairless, and his pubic area was same way, smooth.
"I'd never guessed that you used Nair, babe," Chloe giggled and kissed his stomach.
"No...I don't, honest...” Clark sputtered and started to get uncomfortable; it was just part of his alien Kryptonian heritage that he had hair just on his head. “I just don't have any pubic hair...there or armpits...legs..."
"Oh....okay....it looks nice..."
"Really? I was worried..."
"Don't be, baby. I really like it."
Tentatively, Chloe touched Clark's erection...and she was surprised how hard he was yet how velvety he felt. Her fingernails slid up, down, up, and down again as Chloe tried to gauge Clark in inches. Forsaking her reporter's zeal for facts, she thought it better to just think, 'he's BIG', and let it go at that as she wrapped her fingers around him, her grip set wide. She slowly stroked him, looking at Clark's face, lit by the drive-in's projector lights in the dark.
"Do you like this?" she whispered, her voice shaky, still surprised that she was doing it and Clark grunted out a yes.
"Am I doing this right?" she said with a little smile. "Tell me..."
"That's... that's how I do it," Clark said huskily, as Chloe's hand went from under the thick ridge on the head of his cock and pushed down on his hardness. His skin had some give and she slowly pumped him, watching him squirm. She was so used to seeing him in command, in control, so powerful... and now she was the powerful one between them.
"Do you think of me doing this?" Chloe asked, and her hand shook as his cock bobbed in her grip.
"Yessss," Clark moaned. Since Chloe moved to Smallville in eighth grade, he had been stroking himself to the image of her in his head. Not just how she looked, but thinking of the sound of her voice, her scent... He shivered and smiled at her.
"Show me how you do it," she whispered, loving the fact that she was in his masturbatory fantasies; he was the star of her own private playtimes. Clark's large hand covered her little hand and he stroked her fist up and down, faster than she did, and Chloe was surprised at the speed and the roughness that Clark stroked. She knew of his super-strength... and wondered how that came into play when he jerked off...
"Chloe..."
"Yes?"
"It too ...dry," He whimpered as he pounded his hand and hers up and down.
She nodded, immediately thinking of the empty bottle of Jergans that she had seen in the trash in the loft once or twice before. She licked on her palm (and realized she kinda, sorta licked Clark, and she smiled) and Clark moaned when he felt the wetness on him. He pumped even faster.
"Lemme me do it, baby," Chloe whispered. His hand moved away and her little fist kept up the fast rhythm.
"Oh God," Clark moaned.
Chloe kissed his stomach, his chest and stroked him faster.
"Talk to me, Chloe," Clark said, squirming, squeezing her ass.
"What?" she was moaning, his hand felt great.
"Whisper to me," Clark asked, eyes shut. "I love your voice..."
"Oh... okay... um... You're so big, Clark... really big," she whispered as she stroked. "I love your hands on me." Clark moaned. "I love how you feel my butt....my... tits." He shifted and she stroked harder. "Like my voice, Clark? Really? Like when I use words like...tits?"
"Yesssss."
"Do you like my hands on your... cock?"
"Yes...."
"Dreamed of this, like I have?"
"Yes..."
"Me stroking it?..."
"Oh God yessss..."
"Me sucking it?... Like this?"
Chloe closed her eyes and kissed the head first then and Clark could have died...
She put the head in her mouth and started to suckle on Clark, lightly, wanting to do this for him, surprised how much she wanted to do this for herself. She closed her eyes and felt the rim of his cock head slide between her teeth, slide on her tongue, pressed up against the roof of her mouth as she sucked. Her hand still stroked him, but barely because she was lost, turned on at how Clark felt in her grasp and mouth; Lana was right, Chloe's mind drifted: this isn't bad at all... next, she thought as she licked on the underside of his cockhead, we'll do it, for real.
Clark's hand slipped under the drawstring-tightened waistband of Chloe's pants and he felt her bikini-cut panties; he knew the color because he used his special ability to see-through things, particularly his girlfriend's clothes. But he'd never touched them, and he reveled at their silky texture. She wiggled and pressed into his hand. He took her hint and slipped his hand into them, and she moaned as he caressed her asscheek. He explored, going deeper and deeper between her legs; he could feel her heat on his fingertips, could feel her body getting moist. His nostril were filled with her scent. "You're so wet, Chloe. I can smell it." Clark moaned, loving it, loving her. Then his fingertip caressed a soft fuzzy place; he was touching her pussy, feeling the plush sides, and doing that, coupled with her sucking on his cock, Clark started to lose control. "Oh my God!" Clark's muscles went rigid as she kept her mouth on just his swollen cock-head. "Chloe... stop... stop."
Chloe shook her head, no. She wasn't going to stop, she liked doing this... he was like a giant Blo-Pop, and she never wanted to stop sucking, and his fingers felt so good where they were... so close to being in her, on her clitoris... She'd show him just like he showed her. She sucked on him harder.
Then Clark realized that her soft palate and liquids traveling in speeds that could measured in pounds per square inch don't mix. Clark grabbed Chloe's shoulders and forced her away, pushing her off his cock. He mouth was a perfect O as she slammed against the back of the seat and she was dazed. She looked at him and remembered what Lana said: "Things could get messy."
Clark looked at his girl, her breasts bared, so enticing, the fresh new scent her discovered that came from her pussy, the way that she had just sucked on him, how she felt in his hands... he moaned out Chloe's name and he ejaculated.
HARD.
Chloe's eyes went wide; she wanted to see Clark have an orgasm (or like Lana said: cum). But what Clark did wasn't like Lana explained what would happen. There wasn't just a few squirts of white liquid, but JETS of white liquid that shot everywhere from where she was just sucking on. But some had hit her, pelting her cheek, her chin, her chest and the impacts STUNG her.
"OW!"
Clark kept cumming as Chloe aimed his cock away from her; he shot everywhere helplessly, caught up in the act, spraying the back of the car seats, on the ceiling of the car, again on Chloe (on her pants, feeling like pinches on her thighs), on his own chest and stomach. She was moving around, dodging his ejaculations and he was shaking in the throes of his orgasm and that caused the car to rock this way and that to the point that cars around them started honking; they all knew it was Chloe's car and if it was moving like that, they guessed Clark was giving it to her good. Finally, his orgasms subsided, and he slumped back on the backseat.
"Oh my god!" Chloe freaked out. She didn't know what to react to first: the pain of being nailed by Clark's sperm or the utter mess he made, or all the honking. She wiped the gloppy stickiness off her face and wondered if it left marks. She went to move but her hand slid on the seat next to her, slippery from his orgasm. Then a glop dripped from the ceiling onto the bridge of her nose. "Oh man, oh man.... That was crazy!" She grabbed Clark's milkshake, pulled out the straw, ripped off the plastic lid, and dumped the vanilla drink, spilling it onto the flooring, the chairs. Then she did the same with her drink, trying to cover Clark's tracks, spilling it on him and her.
"Chlo - -"
"SHUT UP CLARK AND HELP!"
"There's nothing left to spill! We're soaked! I think your dad will notice..."
"Can you just vaporize it?"
"Chocolate and strawberry milkshakes and semen does not make a potpourri scent, I think."
Chloe stared at Clark. Then she laughed, at his sheepish grin, at the whole mess they were in. The honking died down as Clark used his shirt to wipe up his cum as he could, whispering sorry.
"Well, I like that I can have that affect on you... but it hurt," She said, touching her cheek. Explaining what happened, Chloe rested against her boyfriend's chest. He sighed and he apologized again, and explained that he should have warned her, or stopped her altogether. "No, don't fret, big boy," she said and kissed his chest. "I really liked everything before getting hurt. If we can figure out to make it not hurt... I want to taste you. You know, finish what I started."
"Can I... taste you, too?" Clark wondered. "I mean... not because you did it and I want to give you a turn. I want to... I mean," he shifted, all embarrassed, "I really want to do the same for you.... I love you."
"I love you too, babe," Chloe snuggled into Clark's arms and kissed him. They nestled in the damp back seat, their clothes sticky, not caring for the film on the screen, or what people might say at school the coming Monday. Nothing mattered. Just them, especially now.
The End