[MF] The Road Where I Fucked an Ex-Girlfriend in the Backseat of a Two-Door Hatchback

*This is my first time trying this ever, and hopefully it isn’t too long. Open to feedback. Wanted to share something in return for lots of other people posting great stories.*

Most people can relate. Sometimes you date someone who is, to put it as plainly and kindly as possible, crazy. There’s something there, it seems like love, but when it comes down to it, the sex is what’s really keep you together. That was Kate.

This was during the summer of my final days of college. She was just barely 21 while I was almost four years older. She was my younger woman, or at least the youngest girl I’ve ever dated in terms of age difference. A suburban blond girl who rolled with the in-crowd in high school. Bleached her hair a little too much but always made it look good. Never liked being seen without makeup and constantly worried about it being impeccable.

Needy but self-sufficient. Liked the music I didn’t like, watched the TV shows that I hated. Intelligent from her book smarts, but not in the same frame of mind as me when it comes to common sense. Always calling me a nerd while being asked to be referred to as a princess.

I know. That should have been the moment I pulled the zip cord.

Most of the time, we were a good pair. I stood 5’10, and she was just barely taller. Her wearing heels was awkward to her, but I always found that sexy and encouraged it. And by around that time, I found myself in the metrosexual side of things but really saw it as giving a little more care to my appearance, bought clothes that fit, and spent money on nice shoes instead of just Airwalks or hiking boots.

I was also a few months removed from a long term relationship that left me on the rejected side. Thankfully, I hit peak fitness after dropping almost 100 pounds by getting into shape over the last few years. I left the remainder of my overtly dorky side behind and somehow landed this blond who wanted to take me home from a bar one night.

She was also fit. Ran cross country in high school, which gave her a nice round ass and strong thighs. Healthy, active, drank beer with the boys, and liked her girls nights. A flat, tone tummy with her belly button pierced.

I don’t know what it is but a good looking belly button is like a gorgeous pussy that makes your pulse pick up speed and you can’t wait to get your tongue on it. And for some reason, that ring just made it work for me.

Her boobs were a full B cup on the best of days, always putting herself down for them being too small. I liked how firm they were with silver dollar sized areolas with just a hint of puffiness to them.

I’d always beg her to go braless because they were so firm and had the perfect look when her nipples were poking through whatever lacy or strapped top she would seem to always be wearing.

She was that kind of girl. I was far from the first guy she had ever been with, and she was willing to do anything for me, not because I asked. She was seemingly horny and ready to be dirty at almost any time, some of which has been recorded and posted on the internet, not one to take your joke of a dare as a joke.

The first time we fucked, it was at my apartment. She came over unexpectedly that night, deciding it was stupid to text when we only lived five blocks away from each other. We first met just days prior, but nothing happened other than making out and spooning. This first visit to my place quickly evolved into clothes coming off, allowing me to see how much of a natural blonde she really was. When even growing out a landing strip, her pussy mound would still look bare.

The anticipation of taking off my pants was killing her. Like I said, she was that type of girl and wanted to find out what I had to offer. I have just about six inches on me on a good day, but my girth seems to be a strong point. She quickly started calling it “the perfect penis” because she never orgasmed as much from straight sex as she did with me. Or maybe she was just saying that to be nice, but I digress.

We fucked a long time that night. She was the first girl that I had been with in quite a while, so my nerves got in the way of cumming. Everything else was all good.

It was actually pretty fucking great. I had always loved a slow, sensual fuck, which I still do, but this girl wanted to be rammed, “the harder, the better. It makes me cum.”

This was new to me. One of those things where you always hear, or read, stories where these things happen, and here she was, sounding like a porn star while pulling her legs back for me. We went at it so hard that I wasn’t sure if I ruptured a hernia or pulled my groin for the few days that followed, leading to a fun aha moment later.

“You’re really good at this.”

She said that as I was getting worn out pushing my cock in and out of her from behind, two knees and one hand on the bed, the other hand holding onto the wall. The whole time, her pussy never stopped being wet and ready for more. Three hours of licking, sucking, fingering, jerking, riding, pounding, and the smell of sex coming from the wet spots on my comforter.

The trail to her becoming my crazy ex-girlfriend started there, but I can’t say that the ride didn’t have its high points.

One spring, classes were over, and I needed to get out of town. We booked a couple of flights to visit some of my friends on the east coast, but decided to drive the extra distance to fly out of another airport to get the cheaper fair. My brother lived nearby, so we could leave my car there and get a lift to the airport.

This was our first getaway together, which, of course, was the classical tale of a test of our relationship, but this part of that story occurs on that four hour road trip to get to the airport.

Once we were on the road, the excitement was on. We were giddy to be getting out of town, but this was also going to be a time to be ourselves. Our sexual adventures with each other had only gotten better since that first time. That day we found her G-spot, I created a monster, but that’s another story for another time.

She had become really masterful at taking topless selfies in the car with my early 2000’s digital camera. Her adventures with exhibitionism, also captured with my camera, made her very daring, getting all these ideas about how she could give me head on the plane or find a way to have sex in the bathroom at 30,000 feet. We didn’t want to be the couple who comes to visit and just fuck on your pull out couch, so the girl was just trying to get it out of her system ahead of time.

Interstate traffic was too heavy for her too daring, but I snuck my hand down the front of her pants while I drove, rubbing her clit until she pushed my hand so I would put my fingers inside her. That became far too distracting for me very quickly, and it didn’t help when she’d rub the hardon being restrained in my shorts after I took my hand away.

She kept promising more once we got off the freeway, and once she realized that we were on a very lonely two lane highway for the next hour, it didn’t take her long to keep that promise.

Keeping my cock hard by rubbing it through the fabric and causing it to start dripping so much, I had large wet spot on my shorts. On occasion, I like to go commando and am glad I did on this day, and she had me dripping pre-cum like a leaky faucet. She got my cock free and leaned over to suck me off while we cruised down the highway.

I brought my speed right down to just below the limit, put on cruise control, and did my best to just breathe and focus. What she was doing was fucking amazing, going very slow and gently to see how I’d react, hoping I don’t throw us into the ditch or oncoming traffic. A gentle attack with her tongue, sliding up and down my shaft, pulling away from just a moment, and then slowly wrapping her lips around my cock and sinking to its base.

This wasn’t the first time for road head, but I could hear my pulse in my ears, she had me that turned on. I just remember the intense stimulation of focusing on the rearview mirror, the road in front of me, and then the head bobbing in my lap, sending waves of…

“Ok, you need to pull over.”

At first I thought she meant just on the side of the road. What she was doing had made me so insanely hot that I wasn’t going to be far from cumming, but she wanted to find somewhere we could have sex.

“You need to fuck me.”

And so the search began. She left my cock hanging out, saying I don’t get anymore until we find someplace to stop. Taking her cue from not backing down from a dare and only driving a handful of miles further, I spotted a decent looking gravel road that might lead to someplace a patrol car wouldn’t see us from the highway. I turned off and hoped to find a good, secluded spot.

Jackpot. On a cloudy afternoon, I found a place just off the gravel road, secluded by overgrowth, at a dead end, and between two, large corn fields. I figured that if the farmer blocks us in and is going to kill us, we’re literally going out with a bang.

I barely put the car in park when she started making way for the back seat. It was a two-door hatchback, and you could see on her face how excited she was to take on this challenge. Her clothes came off while I dug around for a condom up front, taking my clothes off before cramming in the back with her.

As I did, she grabbed my cock and put her mouth on it. Firmly and quickly, bringing me back up to speed. But this time, she did it with a hunger, slurping with her mouth and stroking with her hand at the same time.

“Ugh! Sit down and put the condom on.”

Moving quickly, I did as told. It was a tight space, so as I sat in the middle of the backseat, she held herself up on her left knee while propping her right leg up on the seat, hovering yet straddling over my lap. She made out with me while I slid the condom down.

I quickly shifted my hands from my crotch to her pussy, feeling how wet and warm she was, breaking the kiss to suck on her nipples while I ran my fingers through her lips and grazing her clit. That lasted not very long because in one move, she pulled my head up, moved my hand away, and lowered herself down onto my cock. It slid right in, her being as wet as I was hard as she sucked me on the highway.

She learned that in this position, cowgirl hits her G-spot perfectly. The up and down movement gets her started, but at the point where she wanted to grind back and forth, the backseat wasn’t doing it for her. Normally this sent her over the edge, but the confined space left her short.

She lifted off of me and sat back on the seat as I got up and took her legs at the knees, lifted them into the air, and scooted her butt to the edge of the seat. I looked around the car and the coast was clear.

I sank myself into her, plunging all the way in and all the way out, just savoring the feeling. All the teasing on the road leading up to this moment, her pussy absolutely soaking wet from her excitement.

“OH just fucking do it.”

That was her sign that we didn’t have to keep this cordial. It was time to fuck and be fucked.

I could feel how tight the condom had become around the base of my cock. She had me so worked up that I was sure I wasn’t going to last very long, being so engorged. I started to thrust in and out of her at a steady pace, making sure she was comfortable but still sinking into her deeply each time I pushed into her.

She started to moan, and at first, they were those light, sweet moans of pleasure, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. This was a good sign for me as I didn’t expect to last long, but that started to change.

I picked up my speed and plunged into her hard and deep, the sound of my balls slapping against her with every thrust. Suddenly her sounds changed into groans and her head tilted forward. The sound of our flesh slapping turned into splashing, and she started to reach for anything to grab onto. The seat belt, armrest, headrest, anything to steady herself as she was cumming.

I tried to take a quick look around only to notice that the windows had completely steamed up at this point. Anyone who came along at that point would have known exactly what was going on.

In that split second, I realized how fucking awesome this moment was and started to feel my orgasm build. Not normally being the vocal person, I quickly found myself joining her and lost myself in the last moments of bliss leading up to when I was ready to come.

With that new found energy, I really went for it, and it took her deep groans back up to the point where he eyes rolled into the back of her head and her mouth opened but not a sound came out.

And then my orgasm hit. When I knew I had her at her utmost climax, that did it for me.

Leaning back and pulling her legs up and pushing them back, I plunged inside of her one last time, deep enough so she could feel each spasm of my cock as I came. We were yelling at each other with ugh’s and oh’s with each pump, which felt like about a dozen spurts, pulling up on her legs to make her grind on me and rub that G-spot of hers as I softened inside of her. The condom absolutely filled.

“Fucking amazing,” was all I could muster out while she had closed her eyes and hummed with a smile on her face.

Even though we used a condom, she was still a gooey mess with her own juices. We caught our breath, basked in our afterglow in the backseat for a little bit, and started the process of getting cleaned up and our clothes back on. It took forever for the windows to defog, but we got back on the road.

For the period of time after we dated and before my brother moved, I used to pass that same gravel road when going to visit them. The road where I fucked an ex-girlfriend in the backseat of a two-door hatchback.

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