At the age of nineteen, so thirty years ago this week, I got stuck in a samll village after attending a festival nearby. I tried phoning my parents, but couldn't get a call through (No mobiles then). A farmer who was driving into the next town told me he'd give me a lift, if I helped him out. In his land Rover, he drove us nearly five miles before he pulled over. Taking out his massive cock I knew what I thought he wanted and went down on him. Sucking his enormous dick for a hell of a long time it seemed, I thought he was about to cum. But instead he moved me up and around and then ripped off my knickers. My short skirt was already up around my waist as he shuffled about and then wham, his cock was in me as he pounded away like a piston lay on top of me. His cock felt so big inside of me even though I wasn't a virgin, and then as he began to build up speed, I had one of the strongest orgasms I'd ever had. Turning me over, telling me I was the prettiest girl he'd ever had, he spat on my arsehole and even with me telling him no, he pressed his cock up my backside. It hurt like crazy, yet he didn't stop and just caried on fucking my arsehole. Like it was meant to be, as it began to rain, my arsehole relaxed and his large cock felt wonderful up my rear. I orgasmed again and then again as he pumped away at my bum hole. Then feeling like pressure was building up inside of me, he grunted a few times and came up my arse. His hot sticky cum filled my insides and it brought me to yet another orgasm. With his cock softening, he pulled out, told me to move over and started the Land Rover. He drove me almost all the way back home, telling me I was an amazing fuck.
To this day, he's still best quickie I've ever had, and I still remember every second of him fucking me. I could have gone into far more detail, but I don't think this is the right place for that. What I do know, is I wish my husband would sometimes fuck me like that. Here's to wishing.