She fucked me so good on the side of the road that I think I fell in love [MF]

I had been messaging people online on HotOrNot-dot-com for a few months and it had been going pretty well. Unfortunately, most of the people I was matching and connecting with lived in really random places. A few in New York, some in California, some in Europe, some in Washington D.C., Texas, etc. Not really conducive for dating, a relationship, or just hooking up. Interestingly, I did make a few good friends through that site who are still in my life to this day — but that isn’t here nor there. Today I’ll tell a story about the sex that ruined my love life for years in the best way possible.

Her photo on HotOrNot was absurd. She was clearly making a joke about the whole experience and not trying to get rated highly, but it caught my attention for sure. In the photo she was standing next to a mailbox — spray painted green and black — wearing a trucker hat with a “fuck off” look plastered all over her face. She was wearing some kind of casual wear — maybe tennis gear? — and the only other thing that was obvious was that she had bright red hair and a pretty face (despite that she was mean-muggin’ it).

I rated her a 7, hit the “Meet Me” button and a few hours later we matched and I sent her something corny but genuine. The next day she replied, five times… I guess she was getting impatient that I didn’t send her something back immediately — but I was at a martial arts tournament that day and wasn’t available. When I got home I read the nonsense she sent me and had a great laugh. She was feisty and fun and I was looking forward to talking with her. We exchanged IMs and started a conversation and it was great. She was an absolute fucking wild child. Super smart, spoke four or five languages, had traveled all of the world, was a pastor’s daughter, martial artist, dancer, super strange, and — as luck would have it — only lived about an hour away from me. We exchanged a few PG pics back and forth via e-mail and she was both gorgeous and silly. Young, fit, red hair, amazing curves, big breasts, dark eyes, perfect teeth and smile. She sent me a few photos of her in a little red dress — one she wore when she would go out flamenco dancing — and I was a fan. I told her that I was a swing dancer and would love to take her out; she jumped on the opportunity, but made it clear that we had to go out soon. She was moving to another state to go to college at the end of the summer and her weekends were getting booked up fast. Sounded great to me, I wasn’t looking for anything long term — and she seemed like the kind of person I could have a lot of fun with short term.

Our first date was on a Friday night, the plan was to go swing dancing and get to know each other. I pulled up at her house around 6 pm right around sunset and called her cell phone to let her know I was there. I could hear the excitement in her voice and a moment later I saw the front door of her house fly open and she burst out in her little red dress. I was parked across the street — unsure if I had the right address — and I became smitten right away. I jumped out the car and went to meet her. She was stunning. Her pictures hadn’t done her justice. She had amazing features, a mischievous glint in her eye, and her body was incredible. I had been developing a thing for petite girls, but her natural curves were winning me over. We jumped in the car, I put on some music, and we had a crazy conversation all the way to the dance. We had absolutely everything in common. I liked a band — she liked that same band. I liked a food — she liked it. It was too good to be true (no, really, I found out much later that it was too good to be true, she was playing me like a fiddle).

We got to the dance and had a great time. She was a natural; picked things up right away, and was super fun to be around. We had a lot of laughs and flirted like crazy. After it was done, around midnight, we went to a diner and had a late night bite to eat. Things started to wind down and we went back to my car, where I grabbed her arm, spun her around, and kissed her hard. Her tongue danced around in my mouth and her lips were soft and sweet. She grabbed my ass and squeezed, so I did the same back to her. She bit my lip — hard — I could feel that she broke the skin a little — and I was surprised in a good way. I unlocked the car doors and we got in the back seat and continued to make out. I told her I wanted to eat her pussy and she looked a little shocked. Good little pastor’s daughter? Her? On a first date? Yes; absolutely. She pulled her dress up and moved her Bevis and Butthead panties aside so I could see her perfectly shaved pussy.

I took a moment to move the driver and passenger seats up as far as they would go and then went to town on her right there in the parking lot of the diner. We had been dancing for hours, so there was a saltiness to the taste of her, but I relished in it. Her pussy lips were the softest I had ever felt and I loved buying my face into it. I would look up at her occasionally and her face was simply stuck in a state of awe, her eyes piercing my soul as her hands kept her propped-up in just the right position to watch what I was doing to her. “Fuuuuuuukkkkk.” I smiled when she said it and then I spit on her pussy and slid my pointer finger into her. I flicked at her clit over and over as I moved my finger in and out of her. I wanted to hear her call out again.

I slid in a second finger as I switched to sucking on her clit. She dropped down in the seat a bit to let me get a better angle. Her hands wrapped around my head and she started to pull my hair aggressively. She liked to dole out pain when she was happy. When she grabbed my ear and started to dig a fingernail into the soft skin behind it I took a break. I kissed her sloppy — ensuring that she would have to taste herself on my kiss. She sucked on my lips and jammed her tongue into my mouth as she reached for my pants. I decided to help her and whipped my cock out as fast I could. I really wanted to hear her ohh and ahh over it. She didn’t give me that satisfaction, but she did take it in her hand, move to her knees and tried to get it into her mouth. I tried to move to give her access and a bit of awkwardness ensued. Eventually she got on the seat next to me and went at it another way before hopping on my lap and grinding her pussy onto my cock and pelvis. I wanted to push it inside her so bad, but she was careful not to do it and I wasn’t trying to rush her if she wasn’t ready. We made out for a little while longer and then we started to slow down. I told her I’d take her home and she smiled.

We hit the road for the long drive back to her place and we talked a bit and enjoyed the smell of sex that we had created in the car. I glanced over at her a few times to observe her pretty face and devilish smile. She sat there resting one finger inside her open mouth as she fiddled with her lip — obviously thinking about the fun time we had just had. It was late — probably 1:30 am — and she yawned big.

“You know what the cure is for yawning, right?” I was feeling bold.

“Nuh-uh, what?”

“Road head.”

She started to laugh a deep, genuine, big laugh. She looked at me and shook her head at the bad joke. “I can’t believe that is going to work.”

I was shocked. Was it really going to work? She unbuckled her seatbelt, got on her knees, and reached across the car to undo my pants. I helped her and got them down to my thighs quickly — this was not my first rodeo — and was not going to make amateur mistakes. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and started to suck my cock. It was fantastic. The idea that, within only a few hours of meeting this girl, we were hooking up in public and I was getting road head at nearly 2 am on a Friday. What could be better?

“Pull over.” She said suddenly. She continued to suck my dick.

I laughed.

“Pull over.” She asserted again.

“I’m looking for a place.” She continued to blow me and started to suck on one of my balls. It was getting harder to look for a place to pull over.

“Pull over. Now.”

“Why?” I asked.

“I want to fuck. Now.”

I pulled over.

We got out of the car and she walked over to a fence nearby, pulled up her dress, and bent over. I smiled bigger than I had ever smiled, pulled out my cock again, walked up behind her, and pushed myself inside her dripping wet pussy. Cars drove by occasionally, no one stopped, and we just went at it. She was moaning louder and louder as I took her from behind. This went on for a few minutes before I pulled out and came all over her ass. She turned and kissed me then walked confidently back to the car and we continued back to her house.

As we got closer I told her I wanted to fuck her again and she said “good.” She told me to pull over in front of the neighbors house and we got in the back seat and stripped. I immediately went for her pussy — I needed to feel it again — it was like velvet — and started to fuck her gently. She bit my neck and sucked as hard as she could. If I believed in vampires, she was one of them. I started to fuck her harder. She slapped me across the face. I asked her if she wanted me to be rough and she told me that she was going to be the rough one.

Okay, I nodded, understanding my place in the scenario. Okay.

I started to fuck her even harder. She started to run her fingernails down my back — gently at first — then aggressively. I could feel her dig in and scratch her nails down my back. The feeling was intense and liberating. I loved it, loved the pain of it especially as I was so close to cumming. She slapped me again and told me to fuck her harder. Nails down my back again. I couldn’t take it. I pulled out and started to cum as hard as I ever had. I shot cum everywhere. Pussy, tummy, tits, face, hair. I covered her and she loved it. She cupped her breasts and scooped up the cum on them and began to lick it off of her hands. She grabbed me by the neck and pulled me close; kissing me hard — trying to make me taste my own jizz.

When the heat of the moment calmed down I started to put my shirt and pants back on, though I was tender as hell. She ripped my back up badly and I was bleeding a lot. She started to laugh and I asked why.

“This house,” she pointed to the one she had told me to park in front of, “is a police officers house.”

“Oh fuck. Seriously?”

“Yeah, I kinda hoped he was going to catch us.”

“What the fuck? Really.”

“No, I would be in so much trouble. But the idea of it was hot.”

I don’t know that I agreed with her, but… it made things super intense in the moment and I guess it was worth it. Regardless I had just had a crazy night with a crazy girl and I am pretty sure I was in love with her by the time she said goodbye. We parted ways and I had the long drive home to reflect on it. Needless to say, with a girl that crazy… I saw her the next day and every day thereafter until she moved for school. What can I say, I was young, dumb, and wanted her to drain my cum.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/md20ka/she_fucked_me_so_good_on_the_side_of_the_road