[MF] In the backseat of her parents’ car, with them in the front

I was in my late twenties and my girlfriend at the time was in her early twenties, I’ll call her Lyssa.

Lyssa was gorgeous. Perfect body. Natural C breasts, amazing ass. She was 5’5″ and had green eyes and shoulder length ombre hair. Probably the best looking woman I’ve ever been with and maybe the best looking I will ever be with. Once when we were out together a guy watched us walk by, staring at her. He actually said “wow” out loud. I was pissed but I had to get used to it, she received attention like that everywhere we went.

Anyway this story takes place about two years into our relationship. She had an aunt and uncle in the next state over and I was invited to Thanksgiving at their house. So I flew into town and they picked me up, then after the holiday I rode back to our state with Lyssa and her parents.

It was about ten hours from door to door, maybe a bit less since they were driving me to the airport to pick up my car. The whole weekend I had been able to see Lyssa and occasionally kiss her but that was all and it was driving me crazy. Our relationship was sort of founded on hours of sex so being in close proximity but unable to get off was unusual. At one point her uncle caught her seductively eating whipped cream while sustaining eye contact with me. She and I were both very horny.

We rode back in one of those Infiniti crossover SUV things. Her dad was driving and her mom was in the passenger seat. I was seated behind her dad, Lyssa was wrapped up in a blanket laying with her knees to her chest on her left side, her back to the seat, and her head in my lap. We had been in the car for maybe 8 hours by this time and it was maybe 9pm so conversation had died. Lyssa’s parents seemed lost in thought and my mind was occupied with how close their daughter’s mouth was to my dick. There was no music on, those savages.

My right hand had been on Lyssa’s back, or playing with her hair. I gradually moved it down her back towards her ass, my favorite place to rest my hand on her body. I used to slip it underneath her clothing and just leave it there, my palm on her smooth skin. This time when my fingers dove between the waistband of her yoga pants and her warm skin, I just traced my fingers across her wonderful butt, up and down her right cheek, each time getting closer to where I knew my fingers were going to end up.

Lyssa looked up at me but didn’t say anything. I locked eyes with her and moved my finger tips underneath her thong. She raised her blanket to be sure it was covering my arm and bit her lip.

I checked the rearview and made sure her mom and dad were focused on the road. Then I let my fingers graze Lyssa’s smoothly shaven pussy. Lyssa immediately gathered a handful of blanket and bit down on it.

I moved her thong aside and ran my forefinger and middle finger up and down her lips, coaxing her and teasing her, willing her to get nice and wet for me.

She closed her eyes and faced the front of the vehicle, blanket in her mouth, cheek on my thigh. I kept my looking forward, scanning for any indication Lyssa’s parents would turn around or figure out somehow what we were up to, continuing to move my fingertips along the edge of my girlfriend’s smooth opening. She moved her hips, welcoming my touch, and I felt her getting wet for me.

My dick was already standing up straight and Lyssa gripped my leg, closing the gap between her right hand and my cock. I started to dip my fingers inside of her, slowly lubricating them. First my pointer finger and then my middle finger.

When I could feel she was ready and my fingers were slick enough I began to really start finger fucking her, moving my eyes back and forth between her parents and her, gauging everyone in the car for any sign that I should stop. None came.

Lyssa’s tight, hot pussy was gushing. Soon my wrist was tiring but I wanted her to come. I pushed both fingers as deep inside as I could get… It was an awkward angle because I was coming from behind her, past her butt, so I pulled her closer to me, causing her face to move off my right leg and onto my hard dick. She took the blanket out of her mouth and placed it on my dick through my shorts. At this I felt an electric bolt of pleasure and panic. My hand was invisible from the front seat, any sounds from their daughter’s crotch muffled by legs and blanket and washed out by noises from the highway. But if Lyssa’s mom turned around to see her daughter’s hand and mouth on my obvious erection, there was no hiding what was happening.

I slid my fingers out and moved to her clit. I began gently moving my wet fingertips in circles around it and she quietly moaned onto my dick. However I knew if I wanted to make this particular girl come my best chance was her g-spot.

This was risky. In order to apply pressure in the right place with the pads of my fingers and not my fingernails, I had to withdraw my hand altogether and enter her again, this time from the front.

So that’s what I did. I took my hand out of her pants and nudged her right leg to swing open. Then I plunged my hand back in and soon my fingers were right back where they belonged. It would have been obvious to anyone looking even at a glance what was happening, but I knew I wouldn’t need long. I knew this girl’s body at least as well as I knew my own by this time. I pressed Lyssa’s g-spot with both fingers and rubbed.

Her reaction was instant. She stuffed the blanket back into her mouth and stared up at me. After another 30 seconds or so she came quite violently, but luckily also almost completely silently. She kicked the door as I withdrew my hand from under the blanket and I was sure we were caught but there was no reaction from the front of the car.

Gradually she came down and I rubbed her back. I was rock hard but unwilling to risk anything else. We got away with it.

Another 45 minutes or so went by, uneventfully. When we got to my car, I gave Lyssa a hug and a kiss. I got out of the car, and unloaded my luggage. I said my goodbyes to Lyssa’s mom and dad, but to my dismay he got out of the car and extended his hand.

I had to shake it. I finger fucked this guy’s daughter in the back seat of his car, made her come while he drove, and then shook his hand with the hand I did it with. I know the perverse triumph I feel in writing that fact is just further evidence that I’m a fucking monster.

I rushed home to get myself off. Lyssa and I never spoke about this event. We dated for another year and then broke up, as we were both growing apart. But I will always treasure this sexual escapade.

I have at least two more stories to tell with different women. Should I write them out?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/68gj5n/mf_in_the_backseat_of_her_parents_car_with_them