[rimmer1020]

Here's another story in my ex's own words. Wish I had a picture so you could get a sense of what she looked like.

Jack offered to give me a ride home from the party on the old Mossy Bank rode. I was planning to just walk home, but I had a lot to drink and didn’t know if I’d make it. We had been flirting the whole night, but he was dating a girl I knew…so I was trying to be good. I considered turning the ride down, but it was a long walk and the offer was just too good to pass up. He knew where I lived, so I was just relaxing in the passenger seat when he went straight through the stop sign at the bottom of the hill, instead of turning right. I considered pointing out the misdirection, but decided wherever he was taking me would probably be more fun what awaited at my house.

We drove up the old school house rode and pulled over about 2 miles up into a patch of wood. He didn’t speak at all, he just got out and opened the back door. I climbed over the seat and was pulling at his shirt before he even had the door shut again. My clothes seemed to fall off and I felt the cold leather of his back seat against my back before I even really realized what was happening. I could have been the alcohol, or the scent of his cologne, or a little of both. Whatever it was, I was feeling fine. I felt even better when his lips began to cover my naked body with rushed moist kisses.

Neither of us had spoken a word since we left the party, but, even though there was no light, I could tell he was smiling. He molested my breasts as his tongue lapped at my vagina eagerly. My body rolled with his touch and I arched toward him with a moan.

He began to travel back up my stomach his lips not missing a spot on the way. He lingered momentarily about my tits and took time to nibble each of them. He stayed hovering breathily over my neck and I felt him reach to the floor of the back seat and heard him fumbling for something. My hopes were right, I didn’t know his history and was really thinking (when my mind functioned that is) that I wanted him to wear a condom. Whether or not I would have been able to bridle my own passions and deny the sex if he hadn’t been prepared, I don’t know. But I didn’t have to find out. I heard the wrapper tear open and felt he reach down to put it on. I, too, reached down and found his cock. He was on his knees straddling me, hovering just over my waist…had I sat up I think the cock would have been aimed straight in my mouth. I helped him roll the condom on and then pulled him back down to me. He moved his body down slightly and aligned our pelvic regions. I felt the now sheathed cock touching lightly on my pussy lips and reached down to guide him in.

His mouth was at my neck again biting playfully and driving me wild. I could hardly stand it anymore, I wanted him inside of me bad. I felt his cock part my lips and he stopped. I was certain he was about to ask some ridiculous question like “are you sure about this” and at that moment the last thing I wanted to do was think about the fact I was having drunken sex in the back seat of a Monte Carlo with a guy who had a girlfriend who I happened to be friends with. What I wanted at that moment was for him to fucking fuck me. So I told him, “please just shut up and do this”. And he did. He didn’t hesitate again. He continued to assault my neck, right in the front and up the side by my ear … incredibly erotic. Finally his cock was fully inside of me and he was good.

The cock was slightly about average, as far as I could tell, and (just like his girlfriend had told me) he really new how to use it. He didn’t try to do anything fancy or difficult. He just pushed in and out in and out very rhythmically and just hard enough. His hands traveled the length of my body multiple times and his mouth moved the focus from my neck to my tits just when the change was needed. He was good. It’s a good thing we had gone to a deserted road and not back to my place. There was no way I was going to keep quite. He had me moaning, practically screaming, and begging him not to stop. He teased me with his lips, tongue, and teeth, but never with his cock. The cock he gave me just the way I wanted the whole time. The whole actual act couldn’t have lasted more than 5 or 10 minutes but by the time it was over, I was spent. I felt him surge and burst inside of me and he collapsed on top of me. He said something, but my heart was pounding too loud in my ears to hear it.

I lay there trying to catch my breath as he slid backwards, opened the door, and got out of the car half naked. He took the condom off and tossed it into the wood before climbing back in and kissing me once, full and hard on the mouth. He said “that was fucking great”, grabbed his pants and then got back in the front seat.

Two days later he was knocking at my door asking what time I expected my mom and sister home. On the phone minutes earlier I had told him they weren’t there. They would be gone hours still. By an hour later, I had a pretty bad rug burn on my back from the living room carpet and my pussy a little on the sore side.