“What do you want to do?” I asked… but there was a long pause. I turned the ignition off and removed the key placing the set on the dashboard.
I looked over at her and with my index finger pointed her face towards me. She looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes.
The moon roof was open and the moon was glowing through the window showing her features. The air was cool and crisp. We or I rather selected a road less traveled just a mile or two from her house. I had ill intentions… I wanted to fuck her. I wasn’t going to be the typical male asshole and do it against her will, no… simply not. I wanted her to ask, beg, demoralize herself… and leave her inhibitions behind. I wasn’t going to talk her into it either.
Time passed.
I sat back against the seat and scoped the forest because we were on a hill… unfortunate with all the trees you couldn’t see the city from this position. I made a mental note that next time I’d need to select a place with a view.
“I really like you, James.” She said sincerely while looking over at me.
“You don’t like me enough for a relationship?” I asked.
“I don’t want to lose what I have with who I’m with.” She said.
“Why are you here with me?” I looked over at her… and again there was a pause.
She placed her hand over mine, “I have to know…what you taste, feel, and sound like.”
There wasn’t much time between the ending of that sentence and the feeling of her lips across mine. I leaned over to get better leverage, but she took both her hands and pushed me back. My seat was already back… and she was almost on top of me. Heavy breathing… I knew it would fog up the windows. Her tongue slipped into my mouth… and such a passionate kisser caused a response from my cock… as her tongue danced and massaged mine. I kissed her back with passion, running my hands over her… and her extremely long hair almost hid her face, but the look of lust obvious in her eyes.
I saw more than lust, I saw determination. Who was fucking who here?
A long skirt she was wearing wasn’t on anymore and the panties she was wearing dug between the lips of her soaking wet pussy. My mouth watered at the possibility of tasting her, but, I had the feeling that my lips wouldn’t touch her there at all, at least tonight.
I was going to say, “Are you sure if this is what you want,” but I wasn’t given an opportunity. My belt was unfastened my jeans unzipped… and she was already sliding her panties to the side… but I grabbed her forcefully and slid them down her ass and finally off. It was a minor difficulty since we were in a car… but possible none the less.
I could smell her. It smelled good. She smelled of a woman in heat… intoxicating. I took it in… completely… drunken stupor…blinded now by lust and what first seemed like my own intentions of fucking her, while coming true, wasn’t going quite the way I had planned at all. Is this the same shy girl I met at the doorstep an hour ago that I had been talking to for months?
She fucked me… hard…rocking her hips back and forth up and down…and in a swift motion, leaned down to kiss me again. I reached around her and unhooked her bra single handedly and moved my hands up to remove her shirt. She had nothing on and it was extremely erotic to watch this younger girl ride me fulfilling pent up frustrations that I knew I didn’t create. She loudly fucked me for a good hour until she had her last orgasm… sending her over the top, I moved my hips up forcing more of my cock inside her – and that did it… her mouth opened, I’m sure neighbors for six miles heard her scream.
I wasn’t killing her, I promise.
Her last orgasm produced some tightening of her vaginal wall – which made me cum long, deep, and hard inside her. She leaned against me for a long time after that with my cock softening inside her.
“Fuck, I needed that.” She said…almost out of breath still panting.
“Obviously,” I said.
We ended our night there. I drove down the twisty roads that had brought us to this deserted stretch of road. She was talkative on the way down, quick wit, serious sarcasm… and seemed quite pleased. I wasn’t aware of how pleased she was.
“So are you going to tell him we fucked,” I asked.
“No.” She said.
We arrived back to her house and I watched as she opened the door. Then there was an ounce of hesitation. She looked at me… “Want to come in?”
I turned off the car and followed her to the door and once in her room she closed her bedroom door, turned around, and kissed me deeply. I had more leverage here because we weren’t cramped in the car. I continued to kiss her and walked her backwards while kissing to her bed with nice white soft sheets, which we both fell on… my weight on her, her eyes still sparkling and the smell of her just as fragrant as before. I could taste her pussy on her lips for some reason. I’d realize later that she did that on purpose.
She moved her head to the right side of my face and whispered in my ear.
“Fuck me again.”
I sat up, reached under her skirt…and slid her panties off once more. If they were drenched the first time, they were especially wet now. I tossed them into her clothes basket at the foot of the bed. I was going to save them for later. Her long hair cascaded over her breasts but her nipples were huge, hard, and poked through strands of hair. She reached behind her and with one swoop removed her shirt and bra for me. I stood up and came over to the front of the bed… leaning down a bit, she took my cock in her mouth and sucked me tasting herself on me I’m sure. It was obvious she didn’t mind, in fact… I almost lost my balance as she dipped her tongue down… and started sucking my balls too. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations of her talented tongue and mouth and this is what I had been waiting for all this time because she had endlessly teased me about how good she was at it…and she was honest.
Her lips worked my cock masterfully and every lick, flick of her tongue, and suction was accompanied by her hands almost milking me for more cum.
She brought me to my knees on the bed… but didn’t miss a beat… literally. I simply wasn’t able to stand up anymore…especially when she started sucking on my balls! My God, where did she learn to do this???
I pulled back carefully… and she pulled me by the arm placing me with my back against the headboard… and straddled me sitting fully on my cock and we both gasped at the unexpected penetration because there was no aim, it just happened that I was fully hard, she was incredibly wet…and the aim was perfect almost as if it was meant to be. I filled her tight hole completely full and I grunted a bit too loudly.
I reached around her and grabbed her ass firmly and moved her forcefully up and down… and then, slipped a finger in her ass, which…
“Holy FUCK” and she came quite hard… just like that. She came so hard her legs started to shake. I had to grab hold of the bed with both hands to counter her movements.
Orgasms… how many did she have in this position? I lost count. The sheets were coming off the bed and we were both sweating from this exercise/workout. The bedspread had long been on the floor and light in the room was enough to give me an ample view of her pussy sliding up and down my shaft. I looked down to watch and she saw me watching… as erotic as that was… and she looked down smiling. There is just something about being connected to someone like this.
This girl acts like she hasn’t been fucked in years. I already knew that she would invite me back to see her again. To be honest, I wanted to see her again.
What was shocking was how loud she was in the car but how quiet she was at home. I knew why too. She didn’t want her parents coming in, causing a problem, or giving her crap later for having me over. The door was shut and I’m not sure if they knew I was here or not… but if you saw her room you’d know something was going on. Her bed was a mess.
I pushed her onto her back and she wrapped her legs around my waist… and I nailed her with everything I had including the last amount of energy I had left. I slammed myself against her and it wasn’t long before I was finally granted an orgasm of my own.
“Pull out…shoot on my breasts” she said.
And I did.
The shower afterwards was nice, tender, wet, warm… and shockingly she didn’t bang me again. I was certain she would fuck me in the shower. I actually prepared myself for it.
I walked a bit funny the next day because she had fucked me senseless. All throughout the day I thought about the night before and how in all reality she had taken advantage of me. It was a nice thought and a night I’d masturbate to for many more months to come.
And by the way, she did let me keep those panties which still smell of her.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7sxhp1/becoming_justified_mf_cheat