`` Hey, need a ride ? ``

I jump, startled as a car pulls up to me. I instantly recognize my boyfriend 's acquaintance Seth, a metalhead senior. I glance up, rain spatter on my Steampunk goggles, and smile.

'' Yes ! Thanks, '' I say, and get in the passenger nates. I will myself not to blush. I 've had a calf love on him for a month, and I 've decided he probably knows about it.

As soon as I click my seat belt, Seth revs the railway locomotive of his old-school car and starts driving. I bite my lip, my heart racing. The way he speeds turns me on, and I try not to squirm.

'' Why were you all the way out here ? '' he asks, and it 's a good question. I walked all the way to the oriental bufffet just for some cocoanut shrimp, and I tell him so. He nods and cranks up his music, the car being filled with eruption beats and screeching.

I glance over at him, but he 's focusing on the route. I lick my lips shyly, feeling their dryness, and my eyes scan his organic structure. He 's thin, leaning, delicious ... my eyes break on his crotch, and I begin the guessing game I always play :'I wonder how big his prick is .'My view go back and forth, from modal to monster.

He clears his throat, and I glance up quickly, making eye link. He saw me looking ! I squeak and avert my eyes, looking out the window. I realize I have no mind where we 're going.

'' Seth ? You remember where I live, ripe ? '' I ask, looking at the tree outside, the enviroment getting more and more dense with timberland. I bite my index finger 's knuckle.

'' Yeah, I just wanted to stop somewhere first, '' he replies, and pulls into this weird wooded parking-spot. `` will you grab my bag on the floor of the backseat ? '' he asks, and I nod.

I get out and close the passenger-side door, opening the bet on door and bending down in the back posterior, about to pick up the backpack. Suddenly, I feel something pressed against my skirt-clad ass. Glancing behind me, I 'm extremely surprised to see Seth pushing his crotch against my rear, his bridge player on my hips.

'' Are you gon na grab my bag, or what ? '' he asks, smirking. He pushes me into the backseat and I move up, sitting on the other side of meat of the spinal column. He gets in and closes the room access, then looks at me.

'' I keep seeing you staring at me, even in front of Trevor, '' Seth says, and sits down, leaning against the door, `` it 's really obvious. ''

I blush and apologize, `` sorry ... '' but then shyly scoot closer, getting on my knees on the cushioned chair and tilt over to bite his neck. `` I just have a crack big crush on you, and I thought ... rant, if I acted on it and got it out of the way, the crunch would go away. ``

Suddenly, Seth pulls me to him, kissing me hard, making me gasp in surprise. His hands go to the back of my head, pulling my lips to his, his tongue slipping into my mouth. I moan and kiss him back. We make out for a yoke minutes before pulling away breathlessly, and I blush, ashamed or embarassed.

'' Fuck, '' he breathes, and my hand goes to rest on his stifle. He looks at me, then my script, then his fork. I take the hint and slide the hand up, feeling a rock-hard throbbing peter under his smashed jeans. I quickly unbutton his pants, and he pushes my headland down hard, barely giving me time to pull out his cock and point it toward my mouth.

Seth 's pecker hits the spinal column of my pharynx and I gag, but he does n't locomote his hands from the rachis of my head, gripping my hair and thrusting his hip joint up and down, throat-fucking me. I feel myself getting more and more aroused, my eyes tearing up. He keeps going, my back talk gripping his cock. He lets go and I come up for air.

'' Do you want me to fuck you ? '' he asks a few bit later, after finally catching his breath. My eyes widen, and I stare silently for a moment, my oral fissure open but no Word coming out.

'' I 'll take that as a yes, '' he says, laughing and pushing me into laying position in the back seat, his strong shaft still out, shining with my spit. He pulls give my jumper and lifts my shirt and bra, muttering `` woah, '' as he looks at my tit. I watch excitedly as Seth pulls up my skirt, and pulls down my panties. They 're filthy with dry succus from arousal earlier in the day, and newer wet juices from now.

His rightfulness bridge player goes to my left nipple, pinching it hard and smiling as it perks up. His left manus goes to my right thigh, pulling my leg up to his hip. He 's sort of kneeling between my branch, his left leg on the seat and the right fundament keeping him up from the floor. My heart thuds as he pulls off his shirt, showing his beautiful chest.

His leave alone handwriting goes to press on the door behind me, keeping him erect as he line of credit up his cock with my desperately waiting pussy, and his powerful handwriting goes to my pharynx, grasping it just hard enough that I almost ca n't catch one's breath, which thrills me.

He shaft into my cunt, making me cry out in pleasure and pain sensation. Just bit ago, my kitty could barely take a couple of my thin finger, but now ? It was being stretched by his throbbing manhood. My hired hand go to his rear, nails digging in, which makes him start thrusting, long slash, in and out.

Seth leans down to bite and suck my mamilla, making them red and throbbing. With some thrusts, his grasp tightens around my pharynx, and with others, he loosens his grip. I press him against me, letting him bite me anywhere he can progress to, not caring if my boyfriend will see the marks later.

I ca n't trust this is happening, but it is, and I 'm so glad. Three sexless calendar month come to an end. And who would have thought Se-

Seth interrupts my thinking when he pulls out completely, abruptly. His handwriting relocation from my throat and he quickly flips me over. I get on my workforce and knee joint, hoping thats what he wants. I feel his hard extremity at my entrance again, and he grabs a handful of my hairsbreadth and thrusts in, making me skreak breathlessly.

His left bridge player is tightly tangled in my haircloth, and his correct hand goes to the top of my articulatio humeri, digging his nails in and scratching, hard, down my spine, to my hip. He then savvy my hip and starts pounding my slit more, rough and voiceless. He spanks my arse a couple meter, and I moan occasionally, listening to the sound of his trousering, and his pelvic girdle slapping onto my ass.

I feel my pussy tighten around his hard stopcock, and I spasm, my voice cracking as I climax. He keeps going, and I ride out the salutary orgasm I 've had in calendar month, moaning, `` Oh god, thank you. ``

He quickens his pace, and I cry out in pleasance. His breath quickens, and soon Seth lets out a groan and pulls out, shooting his hot sticky cum all over my ass. His grasp on my hair's-breadth loosens and I feel him pull my panties up, which begin to pluck up the cum.

'' Do n't change those until you wake up tomorrow, '' he mutters, and I sit down, panting. He smiles briefly, making eye contact that still gives me butterfly stroke, even after all this. I pull my skirt back down, Lapplander with my shirt and bra, blushing. Seth gets out, and I follow, going back into the front place, runnning my finger's breadth through my hair.

I do n't guess about how I 'll need to stool an excuse for my mom as to why I 'm late, I do n't think about how I 'll probably end up telling my boyfriend. At the moment, all I can cogitate about is how fast Seth is driving, like usual, and what just happened .