I hope you wonderful people enjoy the story I’m about to share. It’s about exactly what the title says.
First off, this is going to be a suuuuper long read. So if you don’t like novels, don’t read this story. I understand that it’s called r/gonewildstories and not r/gonewildnovels, but it’s a story none the less that I took the time to recapture for y’all. So enjoy!
I apologise for any issues in formatting as I’m posting this from my phone. Here we go!
My wife, then girlfriend and I had spent our nights like most people our age. We would do some making out, maybe play some video games, watch a movie or some tv, and probably polish off a frozen pizza. It was a wonderful life. We were both still in high school and lived with our parents so unfortunately, all of the great evenings we had would eventually come to an end.
I would drive her home almost every night we spent together. Her parents were much more strict when it came to us spending time together. *Spoiler Alert* They had every right to be nervous about us being alone, as we had sex constantly. And when I say constantly I mean it. Go back to the standard itinerary for our evenings and put “have sex” in between each and every one of the things listed. That’s about right.
If it was Saturday night, we would “have sex” at least 4 or 5 times. Not always to completion though. Being around siblings and parents make blossoming pre-marital sex difficult to say the least. We would start by making out, eventually move on to some light rubbing of shoulders and legs so help move things forward. My wife didn’t, and doesn’t, need a whole bunch of time in order to be ready to be fingered, or even penetrated. I mean hey, we were both horny teenagers that wanted to fuck all of the time.
To help paint a little picture for you, I myself am around 6′ 2″ (188cm) with a pretty standard, husky build. I was rockin the dad bod even as an 18 year old. To this day I have evened out a bit but am still rocking that dad bod. My dick could be considered average to slightly above average at just over 6.5″ (16.5cm) in length and I am around 5.5″ (14cm) in girth. So I guess it depends what chart you reference or where you live. I’ve only had sex with my wife and she has no complaints about me.
My wife is on the shorter side, back then she hovered around 5′ (152cm) and was on the thicker side of skinny. What ever “husky” would be for girls, I guess. At the risk of sounding inconsiderate maybe “pudgy”? We both love each other’s bodies the way they are and we both have gotten a bit healthier since then. She was a pretty small breasts but just enough for a handful, and I have pretty big hands. But her legs, thighs, and ass are quite possibly my favorite physical/sexual things about her.
Her personality is what got me interested in the first place. We were both virgins when we met and experienced all of the “firsts” together. If anybody want to hear about our first time actually having sex, I’d write it up if I have the time and there is any interest. So me, being this virgin, awkward, teenager that would do anything I could to have someone who was even mildly interested in me was such a shock. She still to this day will bring life to a party even if she doesn’t want to be there. She has always been not only my girlfriend, or wife, but truly my best friend. (Damn that got off track…sorry. apparently I write really long posts. Back to the stuff you actually came here for)
So we spend the entire night kissing, groping, and pretty much just exploring each other’s bodies. My parents were home but would let us hang out in our living room basically unattended for hours on end. It was amazing. We didn’t actually have sex this night, but had made her orgasm using my hands at least once. I think maybe twice. I like to tease her with sex and orgasms. Not a full on orgasm denial, but more of a gentle tease to get her really hot and bothered. We both know how me touching her vagina ends. She cums. Damn near every time. As I said before, I love to please her.
In my other post I mentioned that she has, in the past, had a pretty reasonable dislike for the feeling of my cum. So usually handjobs and blowjobs ended with us having sex rather than me finishing on her. Like most couples I assume, foreplay, then sex is the typical rotation. If people complain about getting to orgasm, they need to reevaluate their life a bit.
But this night ended differently due to my parents being home. Most of the time, we would tease and poke each other while sitting under the blankets on the couch as we would “watch” our movie. I want to say she was about to orgasm for the second time when we heard footsteps headed for the room we occupied. It was my little brother. He pretty much walked in saw us and walked out. (He’s a few years younger than me so he probably didn’t know what was going on in the depths of our naughty little cocoon) But he sure did save our asses. Seeing him caused me to look at the clock. It was almost 11:00. She had to be home by 11:00 sharp. If she wasn’t home by then, we could not hang out at all the next weekend. We left my house close to 10:50 and had to make the 15 minute trip in 10.
Now the story begins. As soon as I put the car in drive she immediately grabs at my shorts. I was wearing gym shorts with an elastic waistband. Needless to say they were easy to remove. I had not planned on this happening though. I had driven her home at least a hundred times and never did she go towards my dick while I was driving. (I have a pretty big fetish for this now, so thanks for that one babe. Nothing says safety like getting your dick sucked off or rubbbed out while operating a motor vehicle) she has done this countless times since then, even “in front” of some friends, but that’s another story too.
I try to repel her from tugging at my shorts as I am barely even hard. But still rockin a decent semi. We had just been sitting on the couch and I had been trying to read her clit like it was braille. So I was still totally horny with no where to go until I would eventually get home and rub one out before bed. She had something different in mind.
Within seconds of her reaching for my dick I was rock hard again. She stated to stroke me slowly and softly as I began to pull out of my driveway. Every now and again the moonlight or streetlights would illuminate her hand wrapped so preciously around my cock. (Gentleman, get yourself a significant other that has small hands. It’s the best. As mentioned I have huge hands, so her tiny little hands make my dick look larger. God I love her)
With each passing flicker, her speed picks up and her hand tightens. She is looking staright forward almost ignoring what she’s doing to me. But she knows exactly what she’s doing. I’m trying to focus on a few things. Driving, keeping track of our time, navigation, and the fact that I am trying not to cum from one of the hottest experiences in my young life.
I eventually sneak a glace at her and she just smiles and continues. Again, as if she wasn’t doing her best to get the last bit of ketchup out of the bottle. I let this go on for at least 5 minutes. We were finally out of my subdivision and on an old back road that had minimal streetlights and no stop signs. I went for it. As I was driving I leaned over to give her a kiss. As much as we both love teasing one another, we both love kissing the other while we get pleasured.
The kissing starts and doesn’t stop until all of a sudden we are at her house. I have no clue how I was able to keep the car on the road without looking, let alone trying to do it while getting my dick beat off. All while never skipping a beat from kissing her.
We made it to her house. The car radio reads 11:00 then clicks over to 11:01. Technically she was here at 11:00. I slam the car in park expecting her to jump out of the car and run inside leaving me to handle my leaking cock with my own hands. But she doesn’t. She keeps going. She keeps stroking me. Rubbing my dick, the full length of my shaft. All the up way past my head and all they way down finishing with a gentle little squeeze on my balls. Up and down. Up and down.
This continues for another 5 minutes or so, then I start explaining to her what about to happen. Again, she already knows what’s about to happen. She know exactly what she’s doing and the end result of her actions. In the middle of our passionate kissing, my light groping of her wonderfully soft thighs, and her excited jerking, I begin to feel that build up in my stomach. I know what about to happen. I warn her again.
“Babe. I’m gonna cum” No response.
“Babe! I’m seriously gonna cum!” No response again.
“Fuck! Ah! Oh my god! Okay fine!”
As the last words left my mouth I was immediately filled with such a feeling of pleasure and joy that I had been longing for the entire night and it showed. My cumshots are usually pretty decent. I don’t know a volume per se, but I do know that every time I take a condom off, or blow my load into a tissue, it seems pretty sizable. It really depends how long it take me to orgasm too. The longer it takes and the amount of times I build up to almost cumming but stop, will increase the amount substantially.
I let loose. While she was steadily jerking me off, we kept kissing. I think a, “do it” or maybe “go ahead” was said by her quietly. If you’ve been following along at home, my wife isn’t a huge fan of cum. It’s “messy” and a “weird consistency” so her telling me to cum was all I need. I blew my load all over the steering wheel. All over my shirt, pants, and coating her hand.
“Fuck babe!” “Oh my god!”
Pleasure and happiness turns to horror as we look at the clock. It’s almost 11:15. She claims she has an idea. She tells me to follow her inside so I can clean myself up. As we are walking into her house. We are met almost immediately by her dad who is intimidating as fuck. I nearly pissed myself. Without me noticing, she immediately starts crying. And I mean sobbing. Going on and on about how some girl at school is a complete bitch and how she stared a rumor about her.
Her dad had no clue what to do. She is standing in front of me, good thing it was dark, both in the house and outside, otherwise he definitely would have noticed my freshly designed t-shirt. As she walks in further, I’m close behind her. She explain to her dad how sorry she is for being late and that I was being such a good boyfriend trying to help calm her down because this girl had gotten her so upset. (I’d like to thank the academy on her behalf, as her role in this was absolutely stellar) I quietly tried to excuse myself through the doorway explaining how I need to go the bathroom.
I got in the bathroom and washed up. Pretending to be the worlds worst hand washer and splashed as much water on my shirt as possible. Fuck!!!!! She had to have had cum all over her hand and arm! I walked out to see that she was sitting right next to her dad on the couch. Like any good father he sat next to her on the couch consoling her as best as he could. Her and and I made eye contact. He just smiled, said “thank you for taking care of her” and that he “could take over from here.” I started towards the door to go back to my car. When I got out of the house I turned around and was met with a sticky wet sliding door handle. Oops…I looked in and made eye contact with, the absolute love of my life, who just winked and gave me a smile through her tears.
By the time I got home I expected a text explaining about how he yelled at her or something, but she informed me on quite the opposite. She said tht the entire time he just listened to her as she “cried” eventually, her tears would run dry. She said when she stopped he looked at her commented on how red her face was, and that she needed to just relax. He had given her a big hug without know what had just happened not 10 minutes earlier. As she was closing the door to go to bed, she said her dad asked if, “he’s an idiot? Dumb ass can’t even wash his hands without getting his shirt wet.”
We both just laughed!
Sorry this got so freaking long but it was an amazing experience that I wanted to share.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c5cffz/the_time_my_girlfriend_made_me_cum_while_driving
long is fine. the details are what make it all work.
The details and the feelings make the story…so keep ’em cumming!