I’m Telling, Not Asking [MF]

My girl, Peggy, and I were both in school but she still lived at home with her divorced mom. She and I were both 18 and she was almost my 5’11” height being 5’8”. She had a killer ass but her boobs were a B cup at best. She had been a cheerleader in high school so she was still in great shape. She had brown hair and a slim waist.

We were at her mom’s house and mom was in the TV room. We were in the living room listening to music. As time went on, we made out a little as we listened to the music. Peggy had on some incredibly short shorts. We are almost spooning but I’m back away from her so I’m just staring at her ass. I get the idea to move down a little and slowly move my hand to her ass and she doesn’t move even though her mom is just in the other room.

I’m rubbing her ass and little by little each rub gets me closer to her pussy. I get my fingers under the bottom of her shorts on the side of her legs and gradually work my way down to her honeyhole. Again, she’s not stopping me so I move on. I then run my finger inside her shorts and on to her pussy. Wow, heat just emanates from it. I slip my finger under her panties and begin rubbing her outer labia. Again, she doesn’t stop me or say a word.

Finally I am able to move the fabric off to the side. Her pussy lips are literally exposed and I’m licking my lips. I then begin gently running my finger up and down her slit. Each pass gets a little extra rub on her clit. Then the waterworks start up. Her pussy becomes so wet, I can hear sloshing sounds as I rub her.

I stick my index finger in. Then another finger. Then three. She is pushing back against me as I plunge my three fingers in. Her fluids have now soaked her crotch. In no time, she starts shuddering. As she cums on my hand, I start smearing it all over her ass as far as I can reach under her shorts.

After she calms down, she grabs my hand and walks me into the room her mother is in. “WE are going parking,” she states. She isn’t asking. She is stating how it is. Her mom just looks up from the TV and just says weakly, “OK.” We practically ran out of the house, into my car and off to a deserted field. We can’t go to my place as I have roommates always around. We drive out to a farmers field and pull off the road.

It’s a warm nice night, so we both get out of the car. As she leans back against the hood, we start making out ferociously. As I’m kissing her, I am also unbuttoning her shirt. With her B cups, she isn’t wearing a bra. I reach in and tweak each nipple. That usually is enough to make her cum. But she is so wound up from the fingering back at home, it doesn’t this time. Then I reach down and unbutton the top button on her jean shorts. Then I undo the next three. Not waiting for me, she pushes her shorts and underwear down to her ankles and steps out of them. She is now buck naked leaning against my car.

Then I’m shocked when she takes off running. What the Fuck? So I chase her. She makes a big circle and ends back at the hood of my car. She then lays back on the hood and effectively does the splits so her feet are just above the headlights and her pussy is right above where a hood ornament would be (my car didn’t have one). The she looks me dead in the eye and says, ”FUCK ME!”

I quickly drop my pants and in one stroke drive my cock into her dripping pussy. She starts yelling and screaming and I’m about to have a stroke. I start hammering her cunt as hard as I can. Her yelling distracts me so I last longer than I normally would. Then she orgasms and goes quiet. I look down and I have cum in her pussy. I slowly pull out and cum mixed with her fluids comes running out of her hole and dripping on the leading edge of my hood.

My car looks like someone dumped white gravy on it. She quickly hops off, kisses me, and starts to get dressed. I’m partially weakened by cuming, in shock at her screaming while fucking, and amazed she just jumped up like she does this every day.

We got in the car and I drove back to her Mom’s to drop her off. She was asleep in the car by the time we arrived. As I walked her into the house, she looked like she had been drugged. She stumbled off to bed and I went home.

She broke my heart a year later when I caught her cheating on me. It’s been many years now, but I think of her often. She sure liked to fuck. I behaved very badly in our breakup and treated her poorly. She would never want to talk with me again. But, alas, I do still think of her and that night.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hp2qc8/im_telling_not_asking_mf