A Church Girl’s Need to Sin Leads to Car Sex ♕

  What was once a craving was now a need.

After the first time I had sex, I became insatiable. However, as time went by my parents’ work schedule changed. As a result, I no longer was able to invite my boyfriend over to fuck me when they weren’t home. My father had given me a car for graduation, so naturally, that became the next best place for me to take some cock. Car sex became an almost daily habit.

If you’ve had car sex before you know how crucial it is to find the perfect place to park. Somewhere secluded was ideal. Perhaps that’s what made me suggest that we park in a cemetery.

After all, who was going to bother us there?

I remember the first time I had car sex in the cemetery. I chose a secluded spot near the back where some of the older tombstones were. My boyfriend and I climbed out and got in the back seat together. Leaning in he kissed me, his tongue sliding in between my lips. Moaning,  I kissed him deeper as reached down and fondled the bulge in his pants. Biting my bottom lip softly his hands found the clasp of my bra as he reached under my shirt. He kissed me eagerly struggling to undo my bra. Giggling I undid it for him, taking his hand and placing it on my round perky tit. I moaned again as his mouth replaced his hand and he began sucking my hard brown nipples. First one and then the other.

 Naturally, I was getting wetter and wetter, who wouldn’t?

Pulling my shirt off over my head, I told him to get his clothes off too. He happily did just that, tearing off his shirt and then his pants hungrily. My pants slipped down my legs, with my panties following suit. I began kissing him again almost breathless with desire as our hands explored one another’s bodies. My hand massaged his hard cock, my fingertips teasing out even more sweet precum I ran them along the head. Pulling away, I leaned down taking him into my mouth. His hardness wrapped in the warm softness of my throat as he pushed my head down on his cock. Gagging, I looked up at him seeing his mouth fall open as he moaned in pleasure.

Taking him out of my mouth I bent over on all fours, thinking about the amazing car sex I was about to have. My ass high in the air I told him to fuck me. By this time my juices had begun to run down my pussy, dripping onto my inner thighs and my tight asshole. I felt him position himself behind me as he spread my cheeks wide. Sliding two fingers to my pussy he marveled at how wet I was.

Flexing his fingers he admired the way my juices stretched across. “Let me taste myself” I commanded. He pushed his fingers into my mouth as I eagerly lapped my juices up.  This only heightened his wanting as he tapped the head of his cock against my dripping slit. I began grinding against his hard cock, desperately trying to coax it in as he teased me.

Car sex always felt so good.

Perhaps that’s why neither of us noticed the maintenance man who pulled his truck up behind my car. As he pushed the head of his throbbing cock into my waiting hole I cried out in pleasure. However, at that exact moment, there was a tap on the window. As a result, I exclaimed fearfully trying desperately to cover my naked body with my hands. The worker motioned for my boyfriend to get out of the car. Haphazardly putting his pants back on he pushed the door open and got out to talk to the man. I struggled to redress myself in the back seat.

Letting us off with a warning, the maintenance man told us to be careful because anyone else that caught us having car sex would call the cops. Winking at my boyfriend he told us to find somewhere else to park.

Despite that close call that was most definitely not the last time that I had car sex.