Pervy Germans Pt. 2 – Finger-fucking on the Autobahn leads to high-velocity blowjob, veritable shower of cum [f/m]

This is the first time I've seen the foreign boy toy since my last story.

He's driven countless hours through tough conditions to meet me at the airport, and recounts his harrowing tale as we hit the highway for the long drive back to his hometown. We catch up, joke and belt out Michael Jackson songs (we are in Germany after all), but really, all I can think about is how I've spent the past 2 weeks fantasizing about wrapping my lips around his dick as we race down the Autobahn; riding him in the front seat; being bent over in the back seat, and then on the hood, and then somewhere in the woods. (It's only been 2 weeks, and yet it feels like forever.)

We eventually pull over to a rest stop for a bite to eat and for the first time, he is able to sit back and look at me without car horns honking. We take a moment to drink each other in before leaning in, and what begins as a series of soft kisses, exploring tongues and tasting quickly escalates. Soon we are grabbing at one another, licking, biting and making out like horny teenagers, in a rest stop parking lot in broad daylight, surrounded by semis full of interested truckers. (I am not sure if he notices this, but I certainly do, and it is kind of a turn-on.)

Suddenly he sweeps forward, in the same smooth motion somehow both reclining my seat with his right hand and managing to expertly slide his left hand down my pants. Before I can even consciously process what is happening, his fingers have found their way to the warm, already wet spot between my legs (I missed him, what can I say?) and begin to move back and forth over my clit like lightning. Within seconds I am rendered speechless and moaning in the front seat. I reach between his legs to find his cock already firm, and begin rubbing my palm back and forth, grasping at every hard inch of it. I start grabbing at his belt, eager to put my lips around him, and then realize that a family van has pulled up next to us, and the driver would have full view of me going down… which is also pretty hot, but perhaps not something his wife and toddler would appreciate.

Sharing the same sense of decorum and perversion, he takes his hand out of my pants just long enough to get us back on the highway before reaching back for more, this time sliding two thick fingers inside me. I angle my body in the seat towards him and arch my back so he can slide deeper, and proceed to slowly buck my hips, riding his fingers till I am breathless and gasping. The whole time he says nothing, just adjusts the rearview mirror so he can look into my eyes and see my face while he finger fucks me, racing down the Autobahn at 130km/h.

Finally I can no longer take it — I must feel this dick in my mouth that I've been fantasizing about — the size and girth and weight and taste of it which I remember so well (and crave even as I write this). I tear at his belt and jeans, begging him to pull it out for me as I change position so I am kneeling in the passenger seat. He loosens his seatbelt enough that I am able to release his cock from the constraints of his pants. I spent a few minutes reacquainting myself, lightly touching, tasting and stroking it. I wrap my lips around the tip, close my hand around the shaft and begin to pump up and down gently, barely.. savoring the sensation of holding it in my mouth and hands. He bristles, stiffens and thrusts back.

At this point I can't take my own teasing, and I swallow every bit of it that I am able to with him in this seated position, which isn't the full glorious length that chokes me to blissful tears, but a throatful from an angle that also lets me run my tongue over his balls. He curses in appreciation, changes lanes and starts finger fucking me again — now with three fingers — while I go down on him like I'd dreamed about, wet and wanton, for the next 30 minutes. For a while the only noises to be heard are sucking, soft moans, and wet smacks as his fingers plunge in and out of me, and a series of really bad tunes on the radio which we are both too focused to turn.

Eventually I come up for air, sucking on his neck while continuing to stroke his firm thick cock, and wriggle out of my pants in order to give him better access to my dripping wetness. I suggest that we just not bother with pants next time we drive anywhere, and he agrees. I take up position in my happy place once again and we continue down the highway, his throbbing dick in my mouth and fingers deep inside me, my own fingers working my clit, undoubtedly dripping onto the passenger seat. Every once in a while I glance up out the window to check if it's dark enough that he could pull over and fuck me senseless, but for some reason the damn sun won't go down, so I continue to.

Because I am a cruel mistress, I told him not to jerk off for the last 3 days before we saw each other. By now we are both desperate for release and my mouth is driving him crazy to the point of agony. As soon as he is able, he pulls off the highway onto a smaller road with less cars and more trees. He grabs my hips, dragging me over the centre console and onto his stick shift, and starts bucking wildly. I am pretty sure every driver clearly sees me getting fucked in the front seat, and can't help but giggle between gasps and moans. Reversing so I am seated on him, facing him, I lean his seat back so we are almost horizontal. I like being on top because I can control the pressure/position and give myself ridiculous G-spot orgasms, but unfortunately the tiny rental prevents me from getting a good angle to really drive myself down on him like he deserves, in a way that would leave us both paralytic. Rather than waste our combined week's worth of suppressed orgasms on the inside of the rental car, we decide to deviate from our evening plans and make a pit stop at his to finish properly.

We hit the road again, driving faster than ever, and after another half hour of blowjob he is so horny that he is wincing. We arrive at his, and he is already tearing clothes off as we come through the front door. By the time we get up the stairs and into the bedroom he is fully naked, yanking at my leggings and panties with them. Within seconds he has me bent over the edge of the bed, skirt hiked up around my hips, his face in my pussy from behind, wetting my lips with his hot tongue (though I have been soaked for hours at this point, but who's complaining). I keep expecting at any moment for him to stop eating me, slam the full length of his dick inside of me and start pounding with two weeks of pent-up energy, but it appears this guy is going to use every last moment we have before we go out to its fullest. He stands up, grabs my hair and pulls my head down to his dick, driving the full length of it down my throat, until tears form at the corners of my eyes and I grip his hips, digging my nails into his thighs and cling for dear life. He fucks my throat until I am shuddering and can't breathe, and I love it.

Suddenly he does this Herculean move where he flips me onto my back and lifts me up so my knees are on his shoulders, so he can keep fucking my throat while eating my pussy. It makes me dizzy, not just from being upside-down, but his strength, creativity, and the fact that I now have an excellent view of his fine backside as I go down on him and he on me. I deep-throat him until I am light-headed, and then he gently lays me down on the bed, kneels at the edge of it, and starts swirling his tongue over my clit again until I am whimpering, tired of the endless teasing. I can see all the buildup is causing him pain too (which is kinda hot, but still I'm not that cruel – not to me anyway) so I beg for him to fuck me, to fill me. He bends my legs back over my head and finally slides his swollen, bare, aching cock into me, slowly once.. then twice… then with such great speed that I am transported into another dimension where I lose all sense of space and time. Soon I am clamping down on him unconsciously as he rocks me with waves of pleasure and he is finally overwhelmed. I can feel his energy mounting inside me, and see the intensity of it in his face — eyebrows knit, jaw agape. He pulls out (safety first!) and explodes with the volume and velocity of two weeks of pent-up energy, days of denied orgasm, and hours of intolerable teasing — covering me in cum from my stomach to the top of my head — all over my shirt, hair, and face.

I start to giggle upon realizing that I have only 1 shirt for the weekend and no time to shower before we have to head out for the evening. With no time to catch our breath, I do my best to rinse his cum from my hair, fix my makeup, brush my teeth (careful to keep the taste of his cock in my mouth) and throw another sweater over my soaked tank top.

We arrived to the concert just in time to have an amazing evening. Other girls tried to hit on him, but I am the one who spent the night covered in his cum.

(We fucked so many times this weekend that I lost count, but each of them was dirtier than this one.)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3x34hj/pervy_germans_pt_2_fingerfucking_on_the_autobahn