I had been driving along a very narrow lane and was approaching a crossroads on the country lanes that I use to get home. It was late, very dark, and hardly any traffic on the roads at all. I just didn’t see the white lines. In fact I wasn’t concentrating on the road at all.
I saw the other car door open and a guy appeared and I watched him stand up. I decided to do the same and meet him on common ground. He had walked around his car and was fast approaching my door as I got out to face him.
“What the fuck were you doing!” he screamed. “You nearly hit me full on.”
“I’m really sorry,” I replied, “It was all my fault, I’m sorry.”
“For fuck’s sake that could have been one hell of an accident.”
“Look, I said I’m sorry. We avoided each other, no-one was hurt and everyone’s fine. I am really sorry…”
“But what the fuck were you doing that you couldn’t see me?”
His questioning just continued. He never seemed to take in the fact that I admitted it was my fault and that I was sorry. I looked at him in the face. He was in rant mode and I didn’t really need this. What I needed was what I was doing before I nearly hit his car. I wanted to get home and finish it off.
“I was masturbating,” I said coldly.
“You what?” He retorted.
“I was masturbating,” I repeated, “I split up with my boyfriend about three months ago. I haven’t had sex since, I had my hand on my pussy and I was playing with myself. Us girls can do that very easily because we wear skirts. It’s really easy. I guess most girls do it and you lot never know because you can’t see…”
“Masturbating?” he questioned me again in disbelief.
“Yes, masturbating, my pussy is wet and my knickers are really soaked through.”
The truth was I had had my hand up my skirt for the last ten maybe fifteen miles. I had been gently playing with my pussy. Stroking it and rubbing my fingers along my slit. Then, in the last 3 miles I had pushed my knickers to one side and I was stroking my slit with real intent on making myself cum. In the last three hundred yards or so my finger was inside my pussy and I was close to orgasm. I lifted my hand out and started to rub on my clit. I was pumping my hips upwards to give myself the feeling of humping something real. I remember closing my eyes, very briefly, as I humped my hand. When I opened them, I remember the lights of a car appeared out of the corner of my right eye. They were far too close. That was when I slammed the brakes on and swerved to the left. He seemed to have swerved to his right and we both came to a halt in the narrow confines of the country lanes.
“How wet are you?”
I looked into his eyes. The ranting seemed to have stopped. His voice was a lot calmer.
“Very…” I replied, “I don’t suppose you have something I could dry myself with?” I asked rather flippantly in an attempt to lighten things up a little.
He shook his head from side to side. “No, but I have something that can make you a little wetter.”
I had not taken my eyes off him in that brief exchange of dialogue. I pouted my lips using my best sexy pout ever. I walked towards the bonnet of his car.
He followed me.
I stood about a foot from the front of his bonnet and lifted my skirt up a little. With both my legs clasped together I hooked both my thumbs into my knickers and pulled them down to the floor in one go. As I bent at the waist I stepped out of them. Grabbing them with one hand I straightened, looked at the man, dropped them on the bonnet of his car and slowly bent over it. I was semi-upright with my hands on the bonnet when I closed my eyes.
I just waited, eyes closed and praying that he would fuck me. My breathing was controlled, calm, and I just hoped he would not get in his car and drive over me.
I heard him move. I felt his presence behind me and then I felt his hand on my backside. He stroked my arse, fondling it, grabbing my cheeks and wobbling them. Then I felt his hand slip down along my anus and finger first delved between my thighs. I instinctively moved my left leg to open my thighs a little. The access was welcomed as his whole hand slid between them. His fingers slipped all along my wet slit. He pulled his hand back and repeated the procedure. This time his finger entered my pussy. The third time he did it, it was two fingers and he slid them in and out in a rather gentle movement.
I let out a quiet moan, “Ooo…fuck…” as I pushed back on his hand.
His fingers were fucking in and out of pussy at an increasing pace and then, all of a sudden, it stopped.
I wanted to scream, but I kept quiet and hoped something more substantial was about to take their place. I opened my legs a little wider and I felt my skirt slide up over the top of my arse. I must have been a sight draped over his car in the most lewd and depraved manner that I could think of.
Then I felt it.
His hot and not insubstantial cock slid between my thighs. He slipped it along the full length of my pussy; soaking it first with my juices before plundering my cunt.
I could see my now cold breath as I exhaled onto the car bonnet. I was panting. In my head I was screaming out for him to fuck me with it. “Push it in…” I whimpered into the metalwork, “fuck me with it…”
Then, I realised my state of mind. The words were “fuck me with it” and not “fuck me with your cock”. He didn’t matter, It was his cock I wanted. A raving lesbian brandishing the largest cucumber in the world could have been standing behind me and I would still have wanted it.
“Fuck me…” I instructed him, in case he was in any doubt of my intentions.
Then I felt it again. This time it was going in me; it was entering my cunt and it felt fucking wonderful.
“Oh my god…oh my god…” I found myself panting out the words.
A smile crept across my face as I felt his cock fill me. He was all the way in when I decided to push back to meet him. He filled me. I moved my hips and wiggled my arse and felt his cock move inside me. I then felt it being removed only to be thrust back in.
I gasped and uttered those immortal words, “yes…”
I felt his hands grasp my hips and knew I was in for a good fuck. He clasped my hips hard and I felt him push his cock into me, withdraw it, and push it back in again. With every thrust, he filled me and I gasped. His cock was as rigid as hell. I would not have been able to tell the difference between it, and a policeman’s truncheon. The word ‘wood’ was a good name for the thing that was fucking my brains out.
His thrusts increased and I was slobbering all over the car. Expletives were rushing out of my mouth in every conceivable combination. They seemed to be encouraging him to fuck me harder. It was certainly working.
His cock was thrusting into me so hard and fast that my orgasm ripped through my pussy, causing my thighs to weaken. I slumped into the car. He never stopped for me to recover. As I slumped, he leant forward and pounded his cock further into me than it went before.
I came again shortly after the first and by the time my third orgasm was approaching, I was shifting in and out of semi-consciousness. I was screaming for release on my third orgasm. I was pleading with him to fuck me hard. Fill my pussy with his cum. All the usual terms and phrases.
Then I heard him shout his release into the air. I felt him pound my pussy for the last time, then I felt empty. I smiled as I felt his spunk splash onto the skin of my arse and partly up my back. In my mind I saw him stand back from my body, grabbing his cock and wanking it furiously until he emptied his balls all over my arse.
I waited once more for him to stop. I heard a sound and gathered that he was pulling his trousers up and making himself decent.
I had no intention of becoming decent. Not now.
I placed my hand on my arse and felt his juices all over me. I would say he emptied his balls over me that night. I rubbed it all over my arse. I just love being spunked on, and I love the feel of the juice on my skin. I lifted myself off the car bonnet with my spare hand.
I turned to look at him.
There was a large drop of spunk along my finger. I looked him in the eye and licked my finger clean. I then rubbed my hand over my right breast and wiped the rest of his spunk off on my blouse. I grabbed my skirt with both hands and wiggled it down over my arse. I could feel his spunk cling to it and soak into the cotton fabric.
I watched him as, jokingly, I made myself presentable.
He was breathing heavily and eventually returned my gaze.
“That was a lovely fuck,” I told him. He nodded.
“I would invite you back for coffee, but I’m sure you have a wife to go home to.”
“No wife.”
“Right,” I said, “coffee then?” Once again he nodded.
It is now five weeks since that fateful near miss, and I now have a new boyfriend. We fuck relentlessly, his cock is absolutely wonderful and he is as attentive as ever. I love him. Mostly.
