Car Sex Past

Over the years we've been together, we've had sex in the car many times. Let me tell you about the more important

ones. The first time was in a familiar winter construction site yard, a safe environment. I locked the gate, and I sent the old man on night watch away to drink.

The reason we started this was because she said she was always in hotels and wanted a change of scenery. So we decided to try car sex.

Sitting in the back seat, after a while of caressing each other, she whispered two words in my ear: "Wet!" That night, she was wearing a thick skirt. I lifted it up, pulled down her leggings, and touched them. Sure enough, they were soaking wet. The space inside the car wasn't great for 69, so she unzipped my pants and took my not-yet-fully-erect penis in one gulp. After a few swallows, it was hard enough. She lifted her upper body, sat on me, and guided my penis into her mouth. Since I hadn't had time to take off my pants, the metal zipper teeth caught our pubic hairs simultaneously, causing us to cry out in pain at the same time. We carefully cleaned the hairs out of the zipper teeth, pulled my pants down to my knees, and she sat on me again, passionately rocking her body up and down. After a few minutes, I felt that this movement wasn't enough, and she seemed a little tired, so I laid her down, placing one of her legs in the gap between the front and back seats, and the other on the back seat back. My left leg was kneeling on the back floor, and my right leg was kneeling on the back seat. I found my target and thrust inside. Perhaps it was because it was their first time having sex in a car, or perhaps it was the confined space, but he wanted to ejaculate after only a few minutes. Since she was in her safe period that day, he didn't dare take the risk. He pushed up her sweater, pulled out his penis, and tried to ejaculate on her stomach. She quickly arched her back, pulling the sweater up even higher. Because she had almost no breasts, even her nipples were exposed. He didn't get the angle right, and several spurts of semen shot onto her stomach, and several spurts onto her flat chest. One spurt even landed on her A-cup bra. He quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe it off, but there was still a wet patch on her bra. She was a little annoyed: "If my sister sees this when we get home, she'll question me for ages." So he made her take off her bra, turned on the heater, dried the wet patch on her bra, and then put it back on. On the way home, he kept the heater on full blast and the car windows open to blow away any semen smell that might have reached her.

The Nth time: Her best friend got married, and she met a young man at the wedding who wanted to pursue her. A few days later, we had dinner together. The young man actually found her outside the restaurant using WeChat location services and wanted to meet her. She went out and gave him a few perfunctory words to send him away. After dinner, I offered to drive her home, but she insisted I drive to the apartment complex where her best friend's new house was located. In front of the boiler room in the complex, she told me that on her best friend's wedding day, the wedding car procession had stopped there, and the young man had been staring at her intently. He then launched a relentless pursuit over the next few days, and yesterday he had even asked her to come to this place and almost forcibly kissed her. I was silent for a moment, then said, "If you have feelings for him, you can tell me anytime, and I will never bother you." She lunged at me and covered my mouth with hers, saying, "You're not allowed to leave me." My feelings were complicated after hearing this, and I said with difficulty, "You're going to get married eventually, I can't hurt you." She stubbornly said, "I have absolutely no feelings for that person. Are you tired of me?" In this situation, I could only kiss her and whisper in her ear, "I will never be tired of you, but I can't give you anything. I'm definitely not just using you as a sex partner. I've actually considered this situation before. I once told myself that as long as you have someone you want to marry, I will endure the pain in my heart and attend your wedding with a smile on my face." Tears began to well up in her eyes, "Don't say anymore, don't say anymore, hold me tight." I held her for a long time, and I thought she had fallen asleep in my arms. Suddenly, she took out her phone and sent a WeChat message to that young man: "We're not suitable. I have absolutely no feelings for you." I wanted to stop her, but I was too slow, and I watched helplessly as she sent the message. After sending the message, she tossed her phone aside and frantically unbuckled my belt. With one hand, she pumped up my completely sluggish penis, while the other pulled down her jeans, including her thermal underwear and long johns, to her ankles. Not content with that, she kicked off one shoe, pulling one leg completely out of her pants. At this moment, my penis, under her constant stimulation, stood erect and defiantly facing her. She lay down, pulling me forcefully: "Don't say anything. Right now, I just want to be fucked to death by you." Despite my complicated feelings, I entered that familiar warm and moist place and began a slow but forceful assault. Just as her eyes began to glaze over, her phone beeped—a WeChat notification. She picked it up; it was a voice message: "Can't you give me a chance to get to know you better?" I completely lost interest and tried to pull out, but her legs gripped my waist tightly, leaving me no way out. She squeezed me tightly with her vaginal contractions while replying with a moan: "I don't want to hurt you. You should be able to tell what I'm doing. Please don't harass us." While speaking, her eyes remained fixed on me. After finishing, she said, "Quick, I want you, I want you to fuck me to death as fast as you can." No matter how bad my mood was, I couldn't refuse at that moment. I used all my strength to thrust into her vagina at top speed. She threw her phone away, shouting and repeating those three words: "Fuck me to death, fuck me to death, fuck me to death..." That day, we had known each other for more than two years. I knew her menstrual cycle like the back of my hand. I knew that her period would arrive on time in two days. I squeezed her almost non-existent small breasts, feeling that they were slightly larger than usual, just like before her period. I whispered in her ear, "Can I fill you up?" She didn't say anything, but hooked my buttocks with her foot and gave me a reassuring look. Without any hesitation, I ejaculated dozens of streams of semen into her uterus. Some netizens might ask, how did I know it sprayed into her uterus? Well, the subsequent wiping was completely futile. Her vagina had been dried by my rapid thrusting and had clumped into dozens of grayish-white, millet-sized granules. The tissue couldn't wipe away any liquid. She even cried out that it hurt a little. Then, after I took her home, on my way home, she called me: "When I went upstairs, your fluid leaked out."

The most thrilling time: She was away on a business trip for half a month, during which we could only express our longing for each other over the phone. We were both burning with desire. Finally, her trip ended, and I picked her up at the airport. It was pouring rain, and for safety, we drove onto a side road through a temporary exit opened by farmers on the airport expressway. We stopped by the roadside, looking at the torrential rain and the completely deserted road. Our eyes met, sparks flew, and we tore at each other's clothes. Because the rain was too heavy, we couldn't get out of the car. She first climbed from the front seat to the back seat and lay down. I saw that her buttocks were already soaked. My body was still in the front seat, but my head was already in the back. I stuck out my tongue to lick it. She touched her clitoris and said urgently, "Don't eat me anymore, hurry up and come in. It's completely flooded. If we don't stop it, it will flood the back seat." Having had sex in the car many times before, I was familiar with the position and location. I didn't need to aim. The moment I climbed into the back seat, I directly penetrated her. It was even wetter and hotter than usual! As I thrust into her at high speed, I whispered in her ear, "Have you been good these past two weeks? Have you been fucked by anyone else?" She groaned and said, "One day I saw a handsome guy at a meeting, and I really thought about him, but I didn't talk to him." I thrust even harder: "So, your pussy has really been starving for two weeks?" She became even more aroused: "No matter what happened before or after, now, my pussy is only for you to fuck. Even if I want to be fucked again, I'll wait until I see you. Don't talk, just thrust harder, pay me back, fuck me to death at least three times!" That day, I really risked my life, not only successfully completing the three missions, but also exceeding the limit by one!

The two of us, completely limp, hugged each other in the back seat. Suddenly, the rain stopped, and car lights flashed in the distance. I quickly threw my clothes on her to cover her, then climbed naked onto the front seat, started the car, and drove off. When we passed each other, I clearly saw the oncoming car looking into my car! In the instant the two cars passed each other, I looked back at her. She was motionless, huddled in the back seat, her clothes covering her completely. I felt relieved and continued driving. But then I saw in the rearview mirror that the car from before had turned around and was catching up! I floored the gas pedal, ignoring the bumpy country road, and finally shook off the other car. Although I didn't know their purpose, I couldn't let anyone see her in my car. It didn't matter to me, but for a girl like her, lying in the back seat of a man's car late at night would definitely have a bad influence.

The farthest I'd ever been from home: During the National Day holiday in 2013, I squeezed in some time to take her to a city 300 kilometers away. Since we had to return the same day, we didn't stay in a hotel, and we weren't even thinking about having sex. On the way back, a few hundred meters from the highway exit, she reached out and touched my crotch, looking straight at me: "Can we not get on the highway yet?" Although I wasn't prepared, my lust flared up instantly: "You want it again?" She gave a coquettish "hmm" and said, "I'll be busy for a few days after we get back, and I probably won't have a chance to see you. My period is coming soon, and I really want it."

Looking around, I saw a billboard with a yard that looked like a natural gas transmission and booster station. I drove up to the gate, got out, and saw it was locked. I knew these booster stations were rarely staffed; they only came for maintenance when there was a malfunction. I parked the car, thought for a moment, and decided to climb over the wall—it was low, only about a person's height. While climbing, I realized I was getting old; I wasn't as fast as her! Once inside the yard, I tried to push the door to the machine room, and it opened! It was truly a stroke of luck!

Once inside the server room, after confirming no one was there, I found a steel pipe and used it to barricade the door. She was already doubled over with laughter: "Do you have to be so cautious? Who would come here?" I replied seriously, "I don't want to be a free show." She pounced on me, giving me a long, passionate kiss. Her hand restlessly slipped inside my waistband, stroking my penis back and forth, while her body writhed like a snake. Her warm breath tickled my ear. I returned the favor, slipping my hand inside her panties and touching her clitoris. As I stroked it until it became hard and protruding, I unbuckled her jeans, which weren't fastened with a belt, and pulled them down to her ankles. She kicked her legs, throwing off her shoes and pants, and at the same time, pulled off my pants. I did the same, throwing off my pants as well. I led her to the wall, facing it, and had her put her hands on the wall. I pulled her hips up, and the two friends who hadn't seen each other for days had a close encounter. Not satisfied with just foreplay

, she arched her hips back and looked back at me, saying, "Hurry up and come in!" I bent my knees slightly, aimed my glans, and entered her honeyed passage, which I had entered countless times before. I reached one hand to her chest, touching her little breasts, and the other hand to her buttocks, which she usually pressed down on, and began to slowly and deeply penetrate her. Perhaps it was because it was her first time using a standing position, after only a few thrusts, her legs became weak. She looked around and pointed to a table behind me, saying, "Quick, go to the table, I can't stand anymore." I picked her up, carried her to the table, placed her on it facing me, and thrust in again. She used her elbows on the table, arching her hips forward, coordinating with each thrust of mine. This perfect coordination made each insertion incredibly deep. In the room filled with the smell of machine oil, her moans, the slapping sounds of our genitals touching, and the muffled groans I made with each powerful thrust mingled together. At this moment, her vagina tightened unexpectedly, like never before, fixing my penis in place and preventing me from thrusting. I leaned down, hugged her, and kissed her, my lower body ceasing its movements. After a moment, she said shyly, "I'm going to pee again!" The tightness of her vagina lessened somewhat, and I began to move, saying, "Pee, it's not like I haven't made you pee before!" She breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, but from now on you can't say 'fuck,' you can only say 'fucking,' you fucked me until I peed again!" With each thrust, her urine was brought out little by little, flowing onto the table and floor. Seeing this, I couldn't help but get excited. I thrust my hips forward and ejaculated a large amount of semen into her vagina, then quickly pulled out, watching my semen spray out along with her urine.

After cleaning the computer room to the point where it was impossible to tell anyone had been there, we wearily climbed over the wall again and started our journey home.

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