Roadside Heat After the Vows

The moment I locked eyes with her across the crowded reception hall, my cock twitched like it already knew what was coming. She was a stranger in a tight emerald dress that hugged her full tits and flared over a juicy ass, her dark hair spilling down her back. We were at my buddy Mike’s wedding in this fancy countryside manor, the kind with open fields and a long gravel road leading back to the highway. Two minutes of flirty small talk by the bar and the tension was already thick enough to fuck.

“Hey, I’m Jake,” I said, leaning in so my shoulder brushed hers. The scent of her perfume mixed with the champagne on her breath made my pulse jump.

She smiled, lips glossy and wicked. “Lila. You look like you’re dying to get out of here as much as I am. These weddings always make me... restless.”

We ditched the cake cutting without a word. Her hand slipped into mine as we slipped out the side door into the warm night air. Gravel crunched under our shoes while the distant thump of music faded. Twenty yards down the private road, she stopped, backed me against a thick oak tree, and kissed me hard. Her tongue slid against mine, hungry and wet.

“Fuck, you’re direct,” I growled against her mouth, hands already palming that round ass through her dress.

Lila laughed low, breathy. “I saw the way you stared at my tits inside. Don’t pretend you don’t want to bend me over right here.” She reached down and squeezed the thick bulge in my slacks. “God, you’re already so hard. Big cock, huh?”

I spun her around, pressing her front to the rough bark. The dress rode up easy when I yanked it over her hips. No panties. Her bare, shaved pussy glistened in the moonlight, lips puffy and slick. I dropped to my knees, spread her cheeks, and buried my face between them. My tongue dragged from her dripping cunt up to her tight little asshole, tasting her sweet musk and the faint salt of her skin.

“Oh shit... yes, lick my pussy,” she moaned, pushing back against my mouth. “Deeper, Jake. Eat that wet slit like you mean it.”

I sucked her swollen clit between my lips while two fingers sank knuckle-deep into her tight hole. She was soaking, juices coating my chin. Her thighs trembled. I stood up fast, unzipped, and freed my throbbing dick. Eight inches of thick veiny cock slapped against her ass cheek.

Lila looked back, eyes glazed. “Don’t tease. Fuck me. Right now. I need that dick stretching me.”

I gripped her hips and thrust in hard. Her pussy swallowed every inch in one slick push, hot velvet walls clamping down. She cried out, the sound echoing down the empty road. I started pounding her from behind, balls slapping her clit with every deep stroke. The wet squelch of her cunt filled the night air.

“Harder! Fuck my pussy like you own it,” she gasped, nails scraping the tree bark. Her tits bounced free when I yanked the top of her dress down. I reached around and pinched her stiff nipples, rolling them while I railed her.

I pulled out, spun her to face me, and lifted one of her legs. Her back hit the tree again as I drove back inside, fucking her standing up. Her juicy ass filled my hands. We kissed messily, tongues tangling while I slammed into her over and over. Her pussy fluttered, getting tighter.

“I’m gonna cum... don’t stop,” Lila whimpered, voice breaking. Her walls pulsed hard around my cock, milking me as she came. Hot cream gushed down my shaft and dripped onto the gravel.

I kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing my own. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside. Fill my cunt. I want to feel you leaking out of me on the drive home.”

That dirty plea sent me over. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping deep into her spasming pussy. She kissed me through it, moaning into my mouth as I flooded her.

We stayed locked together, panting, my softening cock still twitching inside her creamy hole. A car’s headlights swept the far end of the road. We laughed, breathless, fixing clothes fast.

“Best wedding I’ve been to in years,” she whispered, wiping a streak of my cum from her inner thigh with a wicked grin.

I kissed her once more, tasting myself on her tongue. “Road’s long back to the city. Maybe we’ll need another pit stop.”

She squeezed my spent dick through my pants. “Count on it, stranger.”