Back when I lived in Houston I enjoyed a very active dating life. And most always seemed to find the kinky girls…not easy to do in 1980s Texas.
After the blonde broke up with me (see my other story) I started dating a pretty, petite brunette with a fun personality and hardcore sex drive. She was into being tied up, had fantasies about being “taken” (she never called them rape fantasies) and even admitted to some drunken girl/girl with her then college roommate ( she wasn’t interested in me joining). Oh and she loved anal. Yet to meet her, you’d think she was miss prim and proper.
One Saturday in the fall I set up a picnic. I knew of a grasshopper derrick out in the boonies that was not in use and accessible and shielded by trees on three sides. So we headed out there in my Mach 1 with food and drink to pass the afternoon.
One thing lead to another and we started making out. Her in my lap, cock pressing into her crotch, hands mauling her breast. She was panting and rutting on me and suddenly she stopped me, looked me in the eye, and breathed “I want to be taken.” She started to struggle, wriggling to get off my lap, pushing away. I was caught off guard at first but soon fell in with it and grabbed her shirt and ripped it off while trying to hold on to her, lots to do! She managed to get away, but only for a second. Pants open, hardon ready I pinned her face down on the hood tore her pants down and fucked her hard from behind for a few minutes. I flipped her over and scooted her up and pushed into her very wet pussy. No gentle lovemaking. I was fully in the spirit of the moment and pounding into her, our bodies making wet slapping noises my hands pinning hers to the cool metal of the hood.
I captured a jiggling breast and mauled her pencil eraser nipples while biting her neck and telling her she was a slut. She came, shuddering, eyes rolled back in her head and a moan escaped from deep in her ample chest. I came watching her orgasm.
Only after I finished did I notice a tractor sitting idling in the field 150ish yards away. He tipped his baseball cap and continued his plowing. We gathered our stuff, giggling like the kids we were and left.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j45cjg/this_might_be_why_i_love_fun_in_the_great_outdoors