Diane sat in the chair wiggling back and forth. The way he had eaten her cunt hadn't satisfied her. Sure, at first, she thought she wouldn't need anything else in the way of sex for a week. She found out how wrong she was.
She not only wanted cock, she wanted it then and there.
Not in twenty minutes, but then!
"Okay, hot-shot," she told him. "You turned me on, now you have to pay the piper."
"Oh? What do you mean?"
"I want that nice, long, hard prick of yours where it will do me the most good."
"Up your cunt?"
She simply nodded. They both knew how horny she had become. She wasn't sure if that hadn't been Matt's idea from the very beginning. He enjoyed fucking in public places, but they'd never fucked anywhere near as wide open as this restaurant.
That was what had surprised her when he had sneaked under the table to lick and kiss and suck on her cunt. He would do outrageous things and that was why she loved him so. Sex never became boring. He always had a new twist to add as he drove his prick into her juicy twat. Or he could make her feel super simply by licking whipped cream off her body.
That one, bad turned her on so much that they'd fucked for six solid hours. He'd actually complained about being achy and sore the next day. She believed him. The pain in her cunt had finally collapsed into a hollow ache by the end of the second day – but it had been worth it. That long, lazy, frantic night of fucking would be remembered forever.
She'd met Matt Vance purely by accident. They had both gone to a party at a mutual friend's apartment. He had come stag and her date had left her when she told him she wouldn't put out for him. Somehow, with Matt, the conversation had always been about sex and this turned her on.
The other guy had been a real loser. Matt was a winner. Matt knew all the right things to say to her to make her feel like a complete woman. And in bed, it was even better. They were something more than human. They may have fucked like rutting animals, but it was almost a religious experience by the time they'd finished.
"Here or somewhere else?" he asked.
"Here," she said firmly.
"Well, not exactly here. I think it would be wise for us to let some other, hungry people have this table. Let's fuck in the car."
The car? She thought about it and decided that was all right with her. The car was in the parking lot with millions of people pressing by it every minute or two. To fuck in broad daylight, in the parking lot, would satisfy their unusual urge to fuck in public.
And it would be a hell of a lot more comfortable than the hard metal chair that her naked ass was planted on at that moment.
Matt paid the bill and guided her through the maze of tables back to the parking lot. As they neared his car, his hand slipped back under her primly-starched uniform. His fingers spread her asscheeks apart and plunged down into the humid canyon.
When his finger found her puckered anus, she almost came. She had been growing more and more excited as time went by. The man's nearness was enough to get her hot and bothered. The promise of his cock certainly added to her thrill.
But when he shoved his finger a couple knuckles deep up into her ass. That was it. She wanted it all right then. No waiting. She wanted to be fucked on the spot.
Pressing close to him, she kissed him with all the desire locked up in her tender, young body.
He responded, then said hotly in her ear, "Get into the car. We can do it up right there."
"No!" she protested. "Here, in the middle of the parking lot!"
He laughed and steered her into the car. As long as his finger was flexing back and forth in her asshole, she wasn't going to disobey him. She couldn't. That finger could stimulate or punish.
"You'll do it when and where I say it, you sex-hungry bitch," he said playfully. But the finger in her ass told her a different message. It told her she had to obey him. He was the one in command and he knew what he wanted to do.
She had to obey.
"In the car?" she asked hopefully.
"I like the thought of balling you in the back seat. It'll be just like when we were kids and had to go to a drive-in movie to get our rocks off."
She shivered thinking about that. She'd had some great times in the back seats of cars. True, it wasn't the easiest way in the world to fuck. It required all manner of dexterity and outright bravery, to try new positions. But she'd lost her cherry at a drive-in.
The woman even remembered the exact instant it had happened. The movie had been a dull one – she always suspected her boyfriend had chosen it for that very, reason. And they had somehow migrated into the back seat. She probably understood what was going on, though she protested later she hadn't any idea he was going to fuck her.
He had been fumbling about it. The boy was probably as nervous as she was. She doubted if she was his first piece of ass, but he hadn't knocked off too many. He was too hesitant, too unsure of himself.
Still it had been fun now that she could look back on it. That had opened the doors to a world of sex and fucking and sucking to her that never failed to pleasure her. She couldn't think of anything she'd rather do in the whole world than screw.
She even considered it a hobby. Some women got off on cooking. Others did macrame. She fucked.
And she was good, damned good at it.
But she had never been better than with Matt. He knew exactly what to do to please her the most. Even better, there was none of the fumbling moves she had come to believe most men went through.
She'd come a long ways since the first time in the backseat of the teenager's battered second-hand car.
She'd come all the way to the backseat of a plush, 1978 car that was on the endangered species list as "Gas Guzzler".
"In and let's fuck," he said.
The way he shoved her forward, his finger still wiggling around inside her asshole convinced her that arguing was a futile thing to do. Besides, why should she argue? She wanted to fuck Matt as much as he wanted to fuck her.
"As my lord and master requests," she said with a note of irony in her voice. She missed the sudden blaze in the man's eyes. He was getting really turned on by the prospect of having such a willing partner in this bizarre fucking.
He quickly followed her in. For a couple seconds, there was the usual jockeying for position. The car was big and wallowing on the road, but the back seat lacked room. It was tight and cramped and Diane had a sudden attack of claustrophobia.
"Let's go on up front, Matt," she asked. "This is too crowded back here for my taste."
"Not for mine. And where my friend is going will be even tighter. At least, it was the last time I checked it out."
She gasped as his finger found her naked, flowing gash again. He stroked up and down the entire length of her pussy-lips, caressing, fondling, even taking one of the turgid pink lips between thumb and forefinger and massaging it till she was groaning in pleasure.
"You like that, don't you?"
"I love feeling your hands all over my body, but especially all over my cunt! God, it's on fire! Finger-fuck me, darling! I want to feel that finger of yours inside my cunt!"
"Is that all you want stuffed up that hot, steamy little passage? You couldn't be talked into letting me fuck you with this, could I?"
He opened his fly and out jumped his prick. It was long and red with the purple cap at the end. It was obviously ready to fuck her. She wanted to take that cock into her mouth and suck and suck and suck. It just wouldn't do now.
Not when she had it this close to her tight, hot little cunt. She would rather feel it swelling inside her, fucking her pussy, than suck on it. She loved cock and she was determined to have it.
Like a child going after candy, she grabbed for his cock. He rolled slightly onto his hip so that she could more firmly grip it. He groaned a bit as she squeezed down and began stroking up and down it. The man was giving her the best finger-fucking he could. He expected a little manual love in return. It was only fair.
He had his finger in her gooey cunt. She could jerk him off.
But she protested. "I don't want to just feel it! Not with only your finger, but your cock! I want your cock in me, fucking me!"
"As you want it, my dear, so you shall get it!"
There was a bit more shuffling around of position and Diane found herself leaning forward between the bucket seats in the car. Her ass was up in the air and fully exposed to the man's driving prick. She groaned when his cock lightly brushed her naked asscheeks.
She looked out the windshield and saw all sorts of people walking by. She wondered if any of them had the slightest idea what was happening in the car. She didn't think so. Otherwise, there would have been a difference in the way they walked. They would have been slowing down and trying not to appear to be staring.
All of the people outside were too wrapped up in their own dreary lives to ever appreciate what was happening to her.
Had any of them ever been fucked in broad daylight, in the middle of a parking lot, in the back seat of a car?
The woman didn't think so.
She groaned again as the mighty pillar of cock pressed firmly between the thick slabs of her buttocks. The purpled knob on the end of his prick dived down into the humid canyon seeking out her asshole.
"No, not there, Matt! My cunt! Fuck me there!"
She didn't mind having her ass well fucked, but she was more interested in getting that hollow, aching feeling removed from her pussy. She wasn't a complete woman without cock inside her cunt, fucking her, making her come totally alive. She got it.
She almost passed out as he rammed hard and fast into her juicy cunt. The way his thick cock surged into her spread her delicate cunt walls and stretched them to the breaking point. But she was flexible. Her pussy walls expanded and gripped with passionate intensity all around the man's invading prick.
"God," he moaned, "you're so fuckin' tight I can hardly stand it! And hot! Christ, you're burning me to a nubbin!"
"Shut up and fuck me good! Fuck meeeeee!"
She twitched her ass a little bit and felt his long, hard cock stirring around in her cunt. She sighed and shut her eyes to concentrate on the feelings rippling through her tender body. This was what it was all about. This was the ultimate in human pleasure.
She couldn't think of anything she'd like more than having her cunt filled up with long, hard, powerfully virile prick.
He began moving inside her, gently at first, then with a stronger motion. He rocked back and forth, never really taking his cock more than an inch out of her cunt.
She felt the tiny motions and they were magnified by her acute senses until she was gasping in pleasure. Then he really began fucking her. None of the tiny strokes for him. He used long, deliberate ones designed to reach to the bottom of her greedy cunt.
The wet plopping noise filled the air as his prick sailed in and out of her excited twat. Their bodies weaved a brand-new motion in the air as their passions mounted, as the fury of their fucking increased.
"Yessss," she hissed between tightly-pressed lips, "thissss issss ittttt!"
His hands gripped her hips and pulled her body into his groin with every stroke. Her ass seemed a perfect fit for his groin. The smooth curve of her buttocks neatly filled the man's body, made it whole.
And his cock was being gripped with such passion inside her pussy that he could hardly believe it. He felt the tide of his come rising and knew she was milking him much too fast. He wanted to enjoy this fucking longer, a lot longer.
The thrill of actually fucking her in the middle of a busy parking lot, with people coming and going all the time, thrilled him. Perhaps this was what made him so excited. But he doubted that. Sure, the exhibitionism was an added treat, almost a bonus to fucking this lovely woman.
But it was her clutching, clinging cunt that was robbing him of his normal iron control. She was just too hot to handle for long without jetting out a fountain of jism.
He fucked with longer, more powerful strokes. The faster he fucked her, the more friction he built up in her cunt. The warmth ignited his cock, made it feel like the fuse on the keg of powder that was his balls. The heat worked its way back down his entire length of prick.
He hoped the wetness in her seething cunt would help stem the tide of his passion. If anything, the flood of her fuck fluids only made his emotions run wilder than before.
The tide of heat inched along his prick as he continued fucking her tight, hot hole. When it reached his balls, he knew that was it. The sudden lurch of his nuts, then the geyser of his come into her hungry cunt was the end of this fine fucking.
She felt the flood of his jism immediately. It set off a come in her body that wasn't as big as it should have been. She opened lust-glazed eyes and thought she saw a curious onlooker peering into the car. She wasn't sure but it gave her a momentary thrill that hadn't been there before.
Then she sagged forward, limp from the fucking. Still, a nagging monster lurked in her body. She wasn't satisfied. He had built her up to a monumental fuck and it hadn't been that good.
For the first time, Diane started to have doubts about the marriage. Matt excited her, but the thrill seemed to be wearing off. What would it be like after a week, a month, a year? Would he still please her?
She had insatiable sexual appetites. They both knew that. Matt was normally able to match her in bed and keep her happy.
But now?
She wondered.
"Better pull down that silly uniform of yours. A cop might come along and think you're mooning him."
She turned over and managed to put one leg on each side of the man's body. It was an uncomfortable position, but two people in the backseat of any car was.
"How was it, Matt?"
He smiled and said, "Super!"
That was what she had been afraid of he'd gotten his rocks off. He had liked it. And he didn't even realize she wasn't completely sated sexually. The next question flowed from her lips, almost unbidden.
"What about the wedding?"
"Everything's set for next Saturday. Not a high-society wedding or anything like that, but fairly big, of course. And then the honeymoon, just the two of us alone up at the lake."
"Sounds nice," she said, her heart not in it. Would that honeymoon be nothing more than a week of sheer boredom for her? She hoped not. She hoped that Matt would be able to fuck the entire week long and keep her happy. But the more she thought about this wedding, the less she liked the prospect.
Then she put it out of her mind. It must just be a case of cold feet at the last minute.