After I got in the car he kissed me and felt my tits again, just to make sure there was no bra. There was that wicked grin again, what has he got planned for me I thought. I soon found out. He couldn’t get parked up quick enough. When we stopped he looked at me again with that wicked smile. “I want you to take off your shirt and lay down along the back seat, now”!
I was at first reluctant, it wasn’t quite dark and, despite my protests that anybody passing by could see in, he always left the inside light on. “I like to see the pleasure on your face” he would reply. That wasn’t so bad before because we just looked like any other kissing couple that would sometimes be parked up nearby. But this, this was different. I was shy, no one, not even Tom, up to this point had seen my boobs or any of my secret places.
Eventually I did as I was told and got into the back .To do so I was not allowed to clamber over the front seat I had to get out and in the back door. As I was moving from the front seat to the back seat he was laying a towel to cover the back seat to make it more comfortable for me – so he said! Any way it was better than lying directly on the back seat. Whilst I was getting myself sorted he was back in the front sliding both seats as far forward as they would go. When he joined me I had unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall open but was covering my boobs with my arms.
“Right off” he said “for what I have got in mind for you take it off and to make sure it doesn’t get messed up put it on the front seat. Ok?”
I did as he said but still covered my boobs with my arms. Then, on his knees he straddled me as best he could so that when he got his knob out he could poke it into my tits, or try to as my arms were in the way. “Come on Joy, start Wanking it” he said. Now this was quite awkward for me as I was still trying to cover my boobs with one arm. “That’s no good”. He said then grabbing my wrists he pushed my arms up above my head. To do this he leaned forward and I could feel his stiff cock jabbing me under my chin. “Keep them there” he said and started poking at my tits and nipples, but I kept trying to grasp his cock. I kept trying to pull him down to kiss him, for him to gently stroke or tickle me which was something I particularly liked. Eventually he told me to put my hands under my head and keep them there and not to move them…
Then he wanked himself. I had never seen that done, I was wide eyed; I couldn’t take my eyes off what he was doing so that when he came it was such a surprise! His cum squirted into my face, my hair, my boobs, it seemed to go everywhere. He settled back still astride me and brushed my tits and nipples with his now softening cock – it was nice. Then I became aware of the tickling effect of his spunk trickling down my face and body, it was surprisingly nice!
And that became the pattern for the next few dates until I was doing the wanking and deciding where I wanted to be squirted. I liked it on my face, the feel of it trickling down my cheeks but not in my eyes because it would sting. I didn’t like the spunk in my mouth either – the taste was awful and made me feel as though I wanted to puke. So in the end it was mostly over my tits which was also a very, very nice sensation.
The next demand wasn’t very long in coming.
“Tomorrow, Joy, when I pick you up make sure you are not wearing any tights or knickers”!
“Ok” I said. Now I was quite happy about that, funny as it may seem, as I had really missed the finger fucking which then resumed.
I was really enjoying our times parked in our secret places. To make things easier for us I started wearing easy access skirts…Now that pleased him immensely, for, now when we were driving along he would pull my skirt up and fiddle with me.
At his insistence so that the seat wouldn’t stain I had to put a towel on the seat because I often got very wet with excited anticipation.
It was about now that we started stopping at a car park near my home to make sure that I was clean and presentable and for me to put on some knickers and tights that I would keep in my bag. I left home wearing them, so I had to return home wearing them!!!
At times I would become so sexually aroused that I would be begging him to “fuck me, fuck me now. Do it, do it now”! And burst into tears of pure sexual emotional frustration.
He always said no!
As far as I can recall he would say something like….
“No Joy, not yet, not now. Don’t you see it’s something special? You have got to be properly prepared for the first time. And when you are – which I am hoping will be soon. Very soon! I will make the first time unforgettable. Unforgettably special, and that’s what I want it to be for us, you understand?
When the time is right, when the occasion is near I will let you know; you will be beside yourself with excitement, anticipation; you will remember it forever. Which, after all, is how a first anything should be. Not a quick fuck in a parked car.”
Boo hoo hoo. “I want it now! NOW! now!
The next demand, too, wasn’t long in coming.
In fact it wasn’t a demand; I was wearing an elastic waist skirt, and whilst lying on the back seat he was standing at the open door looking in at me. “Put your hands behind your head Joy and don’t move them.” He took hold of my ankles and pulled me to the open door until my bum was almost off the seat he then just reached in lifted my bum and yanked my skirt off! I was totally surprised, caught unaware, totally naked! I wanted to cover my doo doo.
The door was still open and any one could see in… “That’s how you will be from now on.” He said. I just nodded, what could he mean by ‘from now on’?
I did not have time todwell on this as I could see that he was holding that tube of gel he used to lubricate his fingers, only this time he put the tube onto my lips and squeezed some of the gel directly into me; It tickled. Nice I thought, so I wriggled closer and thrust up to him. The next thing it was in me! I had inadvertently pushed onto it at the very moment he was squeezing some gel into me. The tube went in deep, quickly and easily. I felt it sliding in, not unpleasant but when it got as far as it would go it wasn’t a particularly pleasant sensation. It didn’t hurt it just sort of let me know that it couldn’t get any further!
Then it sort of felt nice, very nice!
That surprised us both, he looked, I looked, and we looked at each other. All we could see was the crimped end of the tube just sticking out of my vagina, just visible in the folds of my lips!
“I didn’t mean to do that Joy.”
As I went to pull it out, he told me not to. “Let me, Joy, let me.”
Then with that certain smile on his face he pushed my knees as far apart as he could and, with the pair of us watching intently, he started to pull it out, and out, and out, it seemed endless. It must have been the large size; it was at least five inches long!
Before I could stop him he started pushing it back in. To my surprise it was even more enjoyable this time. He did this several times; slowly in and out a few times then a few times very quickly and when he inadvertently squeezed the tube I could feel the gel oozing into me! A weird sensation; quite exquisite really. We played this game for what seemed ages; time stopped; he was alternating fucking me with the tube slowly, quickly then his fingers slowly and quickly then the tube and his fingers. Eventually he could contain himself no longer and wanted me to wank him off. We had been so engrossed in what we were doing (well I was) we had become oblivious that we had been doing this in the open door way in full view to anyone passing by!
He helped me slide along the seat, then after closing the door but before he straddled me and I wanked him off over my tits. I remember that he put the cap back on the tube and then to my consternation but too late to stop him he pushed it back into me. I thought it would be a bit painful at best uncomfortable but he had pushed it in before I could say anything. But, fortunately, I was so well lubricated it just slipped in, though I could feel that the cap was on the top of the tube, I could feel it hitting my cervix!
Instead of feeling the tube inside me I wanted to feel the pulsing and twitching that I felt from his nob in my hand when he squirted his stuff: I so wanted to feel his nob sliding in and out and the explosion of his climax inside me. It must surely be better than a squirt of gel from a tube?
From then on, whenever we were together, he started stuffing all sorts of things into me. Working them in and out and twisting, and turning with all sorts of movements. I couldn’t help myself this was so good.
MORE I WANTED MORE!
I got more alright!
The items started short and thin like a screw driver handle or the handle of my hair brush….in fact anything that was to hand would inevitably end up in me!
Not that I complained.
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