It was early in our relationship. You know how things are at the start. Hot. Heavy. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. This was all directly on the heels of my long-term relationship that ended… well, about 5 days before this story took place. I was a 24-year-old girl, struggling with the transition between college and my career. He was a 22-year-old freshman at the local college. It was fun, light, and exactly what I needed after 7 years of monotony. I guess I should take some time to tell you about appearances. I’m 5’4, curvy with DD breasts, and long, dark hair. At that time I had far less tattoos and piercings than I do now. James was 6’2″ with skater-boy type hair, a big beard, and the thickest cock I’d ever seen in my relative inexperience.
We took off for a weekend vacation exactly 48 hours after I left my fiance. I had a flight booked to attend a work event in a neighbouring state, but instead we hopped in his car and took off in the opposite direction. It was mid-winter, right in the midst of the biggest snowstorm of the year, and there was no way his car was equipped to handle a 10-hour road trip. To be honest, I’m not even sure he had a valid license. But regardless, we made it to our destination safely, if mildly anxious about the driving conditions. I’ll leave the stories from that weekend for another time, but let’s just say, my eyes were opened sexually. Finally, we headed home, weary, but happy.
The weather had largely cleared up and the main roads were in good condition. He held my hand most of the drive, until my hand started to wander towards his crotch. I stroked his cock absentmindedly through his pants, while continuing to sing along to the radio. James shifted in his seat, trying to make more room in his jeans for his growing bulge. I looked up at him and said “looks like someone needs a little breathing room” as I unbuckled his belt. Still driving, he looked down to see my hand gently caressing his bare cock and smiled. Not wanting to waste any time, I unbuckled my seatbelt, got onto my knees in the passenger seat, and quickly slipped him into my mouth. I bobbed up and down on his cock, pausing occasionally to hum with the radio. He pulled my head up. “Mandy, you better stop or else I’m going to crash this car”. I laughed and we went back to holding hands and singing.
“Wanna pull over and bang?” James asked, about half an hour later. Before an answer is even out of my mouth, the car swerves sharply to the right. We turn onto a farm road and immediately skid on the ice. I screamed. We pulled off onto a semi-deserted road and he put the car in park. “Get in the back seat”, he growled. I was worried, “it’s the middle of the day”. He glared at me, “Back. Seat.”
I quickly did as I was told, shedding my leggings and hoodie in the process. He grabbed a condom out of his glove compartment and got out of the driver’s seat. He ripped open the back door and before I knew it, he was pulling my legs towards him with his pants around his ankles. “Go slow,” I whispered, “we don’t have any lube”. Size was still a significant issue, as he was far bigger than my past partners. “Too bad”, he snarled, spitting on his hand. He slowly slid his bock into me. Slow enough that the pain was tolerable, but fast enough that it was clear he was the one in control. After he had fully entered me, he grabbed my throat and whispered, “this is for teasing me”. With that, he pulled out entirely and plunged his thick cock back into me. I cried out in a mix of agony and pleasure. He pounded me with his hands around my throat. My eyes watered and darted from side to side. I was aware that it was still light out, but I didn’t care anymore. My one hand grabbed at his hands around my neck and the other found my clit. My body tensed up and the ripples of orgasm washed over me. I couldn’t make a sound, but he must have felt my contractions because he pulled out, ripping off the condom, and shot his load directly onto my face.
I cleaned up with the napkins we had in the car and we continued our journey. We drove back into town, arriving about an hour before my plane was originally scheduled to land. I had to return to my apartment with my ex, who had been blowing up my phone all weekend asking to talk. A heavy silence fell over the car. We pulled into a secluded parking lot a few blocks away from my place. I lay in his arms in the backseat and wished things could have stayed like that forever. I choked back tears as I climbed into my own car to drive home. Three years later and I’m writing this from our house, with James and our dog cuddled up on the other end of the couch.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f1m4nh/not_my_first_time_having_sex_in_a_car_but