A Year of Kiss-Drunk Car Fucking (Part 2) [FM]

Part 1 is here:

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*Note: This story takes place in 2019. Basically, the whole year. “Lani” is an alias.*

It’s almost her [F21] birthday and naturally I’m [M25] thinking about her again, so here’s the rest of the story so far with Lani. I described her in detail in the first part, but she’s a petite Filipina with the prettiest brown eyes and the most fuckable mouth. Imagine Honey Gold (google her) without the tattoos and you’re most of the way there. On the other hand, I’m a tall, white guy with Winter Soldier hair.

So, let’s keep going.

I thought about her every day. No one had ever made me orgasm like that before, let alone with just their mouth. We met up again months later at a mutual friend’s party. Lani wore tight black jeans that cupped her perfect little ass and a red floral print top with a collar that looked suspiciously like a choker. As everyone dove into their drinks, Lani and I caught up over a bottle of wine she snatched from the kitchen.

We chatted with everyone, but before long she pulled me aside and we found ourselves alone in a game room with a fold-out ping-pong table. Lani insisted that we play a few rounds, so I grabbed a pair of paddles for us and soundly lost several consecutive rounds. I kept missing the damn ball when I swung, so it would fly off and roll under the furniture and I’d have to go get it. The last time I did, when I returned, I found Lani draped across the edge of the table, pouting her full lips, and staring at me with bedroom eyes.

“I missed you,” she whispered. I wondered if she were intentionally sprawling like she was on Pornhub, considering that she was endearingly naïve for someone so excessively horny. I told her the truth, that I’d missed her, too, which made her smile in a way that sent a shock through my system. I drew closer, then, and she sat up. Lani tilted her head to mine, expectantly, her lashes were heavy over her eyes.

I closed the gap between us and kissed her. Immediately she wrapped herself around me and deepened the kiss, opening her mouth and teasing me with her tongue. I ran my fingers through her thick hair, across her soft neck, desperately trying to feel every inch of the beautiful woman I was holding. The bulge in my jeans was throbbing painfully and grinding against her was only doing so much, but our friends were literally one room over and the chance of being interrupted was high. We needed somewhere even more private.

We left the party together, Lani still clutching her wine, and climbed into my car. I drove around until I found a suitably secluded corner of the neighborhood, then I pulled her into the back and into my lap. She rubbed my cock through my pants while alternating between kissing me and taking long gulps from her drink. I was so hard that even my blissful patience for her mouth was ebbing. I wanted both her hands. I needed her full attention. Her grip tightened on my dick. I moaned, thrusting into her hand. Lani smirked, and I knew she was enjoying making me wait.

“Fine,” she said, tossing the bottle into the front seat. Then her hands were on my chest, tugging at my shirt. It came off quickly. So did hers. Both of us were too drunk to make the next part smooth. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her close while I fumbled with her bra hook. She whimpered into my ear as I squeezed my fingers into her hair. Both of us were scrambling to rip the other’s clothes off, and in our drunken, lust mad state, it took way longer than it should have.

We threw our discarded clothing aside. God, I stared so hard. I’d forgotten just how perfect Lani was. She lay across the seats, giving me a perfect view of her ass, while she inhaled my cock. Lani fucked me with her mouth so aggressively I was afraid I’d bruise the back of her throat, but not afraid enough to stop her. My hands groped her ass and squeezed the back of her thighs while she worked me into a frenzy.

When I needed more, I flipped her on her side. I loved the surprised gasp she made while I manhandled her almost as much as I loved the sight of her tiny tits jiggling in my face. I reached a hand between her legs and slipped two fingers into her wet pussy. I hooked them to press into her g-spot, but also to anchor her. The message was clear; you’re mine. I leaned into her and we made out, her lips coated with spit and my precum.

I felt her fingers wrap around my dick. The pressure was wonderful, but nothing to the hand job that followed. She jerked my cock with the same intensity as she sucked it. I swear, this woman tested my resolve with every stroke. If I hadn’t promised her that I’d wait for when she was ready, I’d have been dick deep the moment her mouth left my tip. Still, this felt fucking amazing. Whenever I started to dry, she’d stop kissing me just long enough to lube my cock again.

When I was close, I told her. She knew what to do. Lani vacuum-sealed her lips around the head of my cock as I emptied my balls. She sucked me dry like a dutiful slut, and unlike last time, she swallowed every drop because she knew I thought it was hot. We made out for a while longer before parting again. I wanted to keep playing with her, I wanted to return the favor, to give her the orgasm she deserved, but she insisted once again that it wasn’t possible. That bugged me, that I’d failed her, that she wouldn’t let me try to make her feel better, but I didn’t press it. I hoped I’d get a better chance later.

Our schedules collided again that summer when I was working on a show in a new town and staying at the director’s place between the performance weekends. The director was, well, not rich exactly, but their house was massive, so I had plenty of space to myself. Just before the second weekend started, Lani messaged me saying that she wanted to come and see the show. Immediately, my mind buzzed with possibilities. I offered her one of my comp tickets, and we set the date.

The show itself went fine and seeing her face in the audience made it all the better. Afterward, pumped full of that special brand of musical theatre adrenaline mixed with excitable horniness, I found Lani waiting for me in the front lobby. She was wearing a pink plaid shirt and jeans and radiating the cutest Girl Next Door vibes I’d ever seen. Happily, she agreed to come back to “my place” after we hung out with the cast.

It started out sweet. We cuddled on a long, worn-out couch and watched TV. I played with her hair while she nuzzled into my chest. From time to time, she’d look up at me with a grin and bit whatever part of me that was closest. It didn’t hurt, but even if it had, I wouldn’t have stopped her. When the TV went black and the credits rolled, she tried to bite me again, but I caught her face in my hand and guided it to mine. She purred, deep in her throat, like a contented cat who’d finally caught her prey. Once again, we kissed, her mouth opening to mine.

We probably would have stayed like that for hours if I hadn’t pulled away and asked her to follow me to bed. I saw the nervousness in her eyes and remembered how she’d described her last (and only) penetration experience; a man who skipped foreplay and went straight for the dry fuck. It was why I’d promised to be gentle and patient and take things at her pace. I reassured her that if anything weren’t the way she wanted, we could and would stop immediately. She nodded, took my hand, and followed me.

My heart was racing. I was actually about to have sex with Lani. I’d dream about it for months, and it was finally about to happen. Wanting to put on a good show, I lifted her off the ground and carried her the rest of the way to the bedroom, peppering her face with soft kisses all the while. We both tumbled onto the bed, giggling like idiots. I liked taking her clothes off, but my mind felt fuzzy, like I was drunk or embarrassed, so I asked her to strip for me while I did my best to disrobe myself.

Everything was silent while we fumbled in the half-light to undress. I felt stupid for feeling embarrassed. I’d held this woman, naked in my arms, while fingering her. She’d jerked me off, fucked me with her perfect mouth. But this was different. I watched as she unfastened her bra a let it slip away, revealing her small, perky brown nipples, already hard against the cold air. She was on her knees on the mattress, and the only piece of fabric between her and full nudity was her boy shorts. I knelt before her, already naked, tilted her backward, pressing a hand to the small of her back to support her, and took one of her nipples into my mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I let my free hand wander over the curve of her ass, until I hooked two fingers into the fabric between her legs. Slowly, I tugged them down her thighs, exposing the top of her dark, trimmed bush.

“Let me make you feel good,” I whispered into her chest, before pressing my teeth into her nipple. I trailed kisses and bites down her stomach as I gently laid her on her back. Then, with both hands, I raised her legs to the sky and pulled her underwear up over her ankles. The way I was positioned above her, my cock lay twitching on her mound. All I wanted was to thrust into her, but I forced myself to be patient. I had work to do first. I knelt between her legs and pressed my lips against hers. She let out a quiet gasp as my tongue slid across her clit.

At first, I held her gaze while planting kisses on her soft thighs, on her mound, on the edge of her puffy lips, then I buried my face in her pussy and ate for all I was worth. I sucked on her clit while fingering her. I drove my tongue deep inside her as she bucked and moaned. I realized quickly that my sweet little Lani was a screamer. Her body convulsed and twitched, but I held her firmly in place with an arm around her waist.

I made out with her delicious pussy until everything from her thighs to her belly button was glistening wet, then, curiously, I dropped my mouth by just barely an inch. Maybe it wasn’t hygienic, but I let my tongue swirl tiny circles around her asshole. The sounds she made changed to surprise, but she didn’t pull away, so I pressed my luck. I lined up the tip of my tongue with her hole, and started to push, until it gave just enough to slip in. It felt powerfully animalistic, and instead of disgusted, I felt even more turned on. I loved how Lani squirmed under my mouth as I ate her beautiful ass, but even though I was enjoying myself, it was a departure from the real plan. Reluctantly, I sat up and wiped my mouth on my arm.

I asked her if she was ready. She said yes.

We switched positions so that she was on top. She wanted to control it, at first, at least. Lani sucked me off, slobbering all over my cock, until she was confident that I was lubricated enough. Then, she took my throbbing erection in her hand, squatted over it, and timidly rubbed the tip against her pussy. I watched, dazed, as the head disappeared between her lips. Intoxicating warmth spread slowly across my cock as she lowered herself onto me. She screwed up her face, her lips pouting, and her eyes closed, letting out a deep, long, breath as she sank onto me. It took every ounce of self-restraint to not thrust balls deep into this woman.

Those next few seconds lasted forever, but then I was in, fully and completely. Her hands shuddered on my chest, but she held us both in place for a long moment. “How do you feel?” I asked. She opened her eyes and I saw that the brown of her irises was consumed entirely by her lust drunk pupils.

“Good,” she whispered. And so did I. Her pussy felt, like every other part of her, perfect, like it was made to match me. Then she began to ride me, rocking her hips against mine, but she picked up speed sooner than I expected. If I thought she was loud while I ate her out, it was nothing to this. She was practically yelling as she fucked my brains out, her fingers digging into my chest, her ass slapping against my legs, her hair falling in my face. I kept muttering compliments to her, praising her moves and her body. At this point, my hands were on her hips, and I was thrusting back into her.

Now, I’ll be honest here. I can last for a long time if I try hard enough, especially if I’m focused on my partner’s pleasure instead of my own, but the way Lani rode me like an animal would’ve easily destroyed my dedication to making it last. The only thing that kept me rock-solid was my anti-depressants, a byproduct of finally getting the therapy I needed for some of my more serious problems. I’d been warned that they might affect my sexual activity. Well, turned out they didn’t quell my thirst, just my ability to finish, which was maddeningly frustrating, but it had its perks.

Once I realized that I wasn’t going to cum from her fucking me like a porn star, I basically had free rein to go as long as she was willing. So, I did. I grabbed her hands and trapped them behind her back so that she fell against my chest, I held her captive like that and took over, slamming into her as hard as I could. When I felt like I needed more stability, I snaked my hand between her cheeks and hooked my middle finger into her asshole. She screamed even louder after that.

We fucked in every position I could think of. I railed her like a sex doll, over and over, folding her gorgeous body any way I pleased and leaving hickeys and bite marks everywhere. I loved it when she wrapped her legs around my waist to pull me deeper. I loved it when she’d stop me to swallow my cock for relubrication. I loved it when she whimpered into my kiss. I loved it when her toes curled, and she trembled and shook. I loved that she kept whispering, “what do you want me to do?” She was my obedient slut. And I was hers.

We didn’t stop so much as we passed out from overexertion. We woke up in the middle of the night, covered in dried sweat and other bodily juices, and showered together. In the morning we borrowed the director’s pool, mainly for swimming, but also for another makeout session that ended in us jerking each other off in full view of the neighbors. Oops.

We met up again about a month later while I was house-sitting for my parents and fucked then, but mostly we spent that day cuddling and exploring my hometown, so the next, and so far, final, exciting night we’ve shared was right before Christmas of that year. Since the last time we’d seen each other, she’d switched colleges and was now stationed out of state. Way out of state. We met up for coffee at one of her favorite spots in an old-fashioned town square. Every time we saw each other, without fail, we meshed like no time had passed. We teased each other and joked and talked and just enjoyed each other’s company. When the coffee was gone, we strolled the downtown scene, my arm wrapped around her shoulder and hers around my waist.

Eventually night fell and we made our way back to my car. We made out in the parking lot for a while, but we both wanted more. “Do you want to fuck me?” she whispered, her voice husky. Obviously, I said yes, so like old times, I drove around, looking for a dark, safe place to rail my favorite woman. This time, though, she reclined her seat, and I fingered her the entire time we drove. I wasn’t looking, but I felt her writhing against my hand, humming with pleasure. The first spot I found was an empty church parking lot tucked away in a little neighborhood. I figured a little sacrilege wouldn’t be the worst thing we’d ever done.

I parked the car and focused on Lani, who was already topless. I drank in her beautiful body. She’d gained a little weight since last we’d fucked (she was subsisting off college funds for food, no surprises there), enough that her hips had a satisfying squish when I grabbed them. Unlike last time, though, when we fucked, this time I had a different idea in mind. My kisses were no less hungry, but were more gentle, more focused on her favorite spots. After I stripped down, I climbed into the passenger’s seat with her, using my forearms to hold the bulk of my weight, and slowly humped her, grinding my shaft between her glistening pussy lips.

We adjusted her seat so that we could both be more comfortable, then when she was wet enough, I pushed my cock into her and bottomed out. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and we just kissed each other. It wasn’t as spicy or exhilarating as before. It was weirdly peaceful as I rocked against her hips, making sure that I positioned myself so that each thrust pressed into her g-spot. I whispered sweet words into her ear while she moaned softly into mine. It never became intense, it never turned into a fuck, but we pressed into each other for a blissful forty minutes.

Something about the energy was different enough that I felt an orgasm building in my cock. I held it off as long as I could, but eventually, I warned her I was about to cum. She stopped grinding as I pulled out and finished on her trimmed bush. It dripped down her lips like a glaze. It was as close as I’d ever come to cumming inside her perfect body. I helped clean her up, and I just held her for a while.

We haven’t done anything since. She’s still studying out of state, and we don’t talk as much as we used to anymore. If it isn’t obvious, I miss her a lot. Maybe someday, I’ll have more stories to share that revolve around Lani. I hope so.

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