Me riding a long thick dick
Title: A Saucy Seat on a Sizable Schwantz
In the sultry heat of the summer sun, I find myself in a compromising position – or rather, an extremely compromising position. Bent over the hood of a sleek, silver sports car, my denim cutoffs are hiked high around my hips, revealing the plump, tanned flesh of my ass cheeks. The waistband of my thong disappears between the curves, teasing the forbidden fruit within. But the real showstopper is the generous shaft of man meat protruding from your open fly, nestled against my barely covered pucker.
This was not the plan when we decided to take your car out for a joyride. Oh no, things escalated quickly, as they often do in the throes of youthful lust. The windows down, wind whipping through my unruly curls, your hand drifted from the gearshift to my inner thigh, fingernails grazing goosebumps along my skin. Before I could protest, we’d reached a secluded stretch of road. You turned off the ignition, unbuckled your seatbelt and were upon me, your body pinning mine against the door.
Lips smothered mine, your tongue delving deep as your hands worked impatiently to unbutton my shorts. Bared to the waist, my pert breasts heaved and strained against the lace of my bra, nipples miring standing at attention. Arching into your touch, the stiffened peaks brushed against your chest, sending electric jolts of pleasure through my body. You hadn’t even removed my shirt, and I was putty in your hands.
Drunk on hormones, I reached between us to cup your hardening bulge, heavy in the constraint of your jeans. My palm palmed your length, the rock solid strength battling with the softness of your sac. I rubbed and squeezed, gratified by the grunts emanating from your throat. Needing to taste you, my fingers fumbled with your zipper. The button gave way, and I plunged my hand inside, elastic waistband stretched taut around restrained cock and balls.
Your manhood throbbed in my grip, flushed red and weeping pre-cum from the tip. I thumbed the fluidity bead, spreading the perverse essence over your glans. Your cock jumped at my touch, eager for more. Leaning over, I extended my tongue, flicking it against the sensitive underside before wrapping my lips around your mushroom head. You groaned, low and carnal, spearing your fingers through my hair, gripping the strands tight.
As I sucked you in, remaining inches halted any further descent into my mouth, nose pressed into the course hair at the root of your cock. I hollowed my cheeks, cheeks concave as I pulsed my lips in a tight seal around your girth. Picking up speed, my head bobbed over your lap, spittle dribbling down my chin and chest. The hand not fisted in my hair caressed my face, your eyes darkened with lust as you watched me Deepthroat your schlong.
I’d almost forgotten the scenario we’d landed in, when you tugged my head back, popping your member free from my mouth with an obscene *pop!* Desire, feverish in its urgency, flared in your eyes. In one swift motion, you lifted me from my seat and plopped me down onto the warm metal of the hood. I scrambled onto my knees, spread my thighs wide as you yanked my thong to the side. Cool air hitting my overheated slit was quickly replaced by the blunt probes of your tool. Forward momentum forced the monstrous head to part my lips, engorged petals strained testimony of your girth.
Urged to voodoo, you slammed your hips forward, sheathing yourself balls deep in an instant. A scream ripped from my lungs, obliterated by your mouth crashing against mine. The pain of sudden penetration is blinding, tears springing unbidden to my eyes. But just as quickly as it emerged, the hurt gave way to a molten thrill, rapidly building in intensity as you pumped your dick in long, forceful strokes.
We fornicated frantically, bodies slapping and rearranging, your musky essence dousing my face as your hips jackhammer against me. Each clap reverberates through the vehicle, announcing your possession to the whole neighborhood. You’re an animal, rutting against my silky channel, seeking your own penultimate pleasure. But I relish your bruising brusqueness, rivers of ecstasy pumping through my veins.
Being royally railed makes my tender sex clench around your driving shaft, milking your length for a creamy release. The battering of your ballooning balls is relentless, sac slapping my ass as you take your pound of flesh. There is no tenderness, no romance, simply the basest, most criminal need to satiate the carnal hunger we share. We were two teens climbing on the car, stealing a ride in a borrowed body.
As my pussy began to quake around you, your rigid cock swelled to behemoth proportions, throbbing so hard I felt the vibrations all the way to my tonsils. With a roar ripped from the depths of your soul, your cock flexed and ballooned, releasing a torrent of your load deep into my core. I howled, muscles seizing and wringing your spilling spunk from your pulsing prick. Viscous venom squirted from your slit in powerful jets, flooding my cervix and bloating my womb.
Sex. I’d ridden the long, thick dick until there was nothing left. Wrung. And when we finally slopped apart, your spent softening cock slipped free and plopped between your legs. I slithered onto my back, thighs straddling your width, your essence oozing from my battered hole and painting our combined juices all over the length of the hood. We stared at each other, panting, sweat beading upon our skin, muscles trembling from exertion.
Neither of us spoke as we dressed. The moment had passed, leaving only the wanton wreckage of our lust. I hopped into the passenger seat, my bare feet planted against the dashboard. We sat there, letting our heartrates slow, until you turned over the engine. And then we drove off into the horizon, leaving the car a stinky, sticky mess of our coupling. Because we are young, and reckless. And that, is what do.
