Fuck in a squad car

You pulled your pants back up, and pushed the door open. She, in turn, hopped backwards. As you sprawled out of the car like a balloon squeezing out of a doll-house, she had to crane her head to look up at you.

“Let’s use your car.”

She nodded, and strides past you. As she goes, she reaches out a hand and brushes it along the rock hard bulge in your pants. Despite the beaming midday sun, you feel a cold tingle run through your body. You follow her back to her car. It’s not a huge SUV type of cop car, more classic. Still, even with the cramped size, it would be way bigger than your bubble car. She threw the door open and leaped into the back.

In the few seconds between losing sight of her and coming to the door, she’s already shucked off her belt, her pants, and was now making haste with her underwear. Now that she was out of that baggy uniform, you got a much better look at her body. It’s stockier than you were expecting, like a weightlifter. Her thighs are big and muscular, looking dense as they slide over each other. Her skin is smooth and creamy, with few signs of wrinkles or sag. You can see a handful of cuts around her ankles and on her knee, but the biggest is a nasty looking scar from the inside of her right knee to the bottom of her ass. It’s long since healed, but it still looks gnarly.

As your eyes trail it upwards, you find your prize. An ass, round and big and with far too much jiggle for such toned legs. You see the cheeks ripple as she yanks off her plain white panties, revealing the smooth, pale skin and the barest glimpse of her pussy beneath all that ass meat. It’s soaked.

Without waiting to be asked, you climb in on top of her. Her body is soft, making a good cushion as you crawl on top of her. You hook your foot into the car door, and pull it closed just as your head reaches the other side of the car.

“Mmm. You are so heavy.”

“You a fan of heavy boys?” you have to laugh. You’re only ninety kilos, what with having next to zero fat or muscle. Still, who are you to deny her fantasy?

“God yes,” she says. You pull your pants down once again, allowing them to join her work jeans on the floor, “It feels like I’m being crushed. Under your weight, your heat… under that fat fucking dick.”

With it now exposed, she began to wiggle her ass as much as she could. Like lapping waves, they rocked against your pelvis. With each wave, your cock fell into that crevice, until you could feel yourself poking her pussy lips. You began to hump, pushing your tip so that it got coated in her juices. She groaned as you teased her, her breath hitching each time you made contact with her clit.

You propped yourself up, trying to get a better angle to fuck this pussy. Your chest was behind her head, so when you pushed away, your arms were beside her face. Her own hand reached up, pushing your right arm closer. She turned her head, and began to lick your fingers.

You both shuddered, a back and forth of teasing. Until you managed to line yourself up. You thrusted. Trying to get as much in as possible. Half went in, the rest being stopped by the ocean of ass. She groaned into your hand, her teeth grinding around your finger nail.

You continued to thrust. The ripples of her ass were in full swing now. You pushed two of your fingers into her mouth. She gagged, perhaps shocked by the intrusion. But when you tried to pull them out she pushed her face into the seat. She trapped your hand, fingers buried in her throat. She began to bounce her head. Fucking her face on your fingers in time with you fucking her pussy. Tears welled in her eyes. You could feel her warm, ragged breathing from her nose on your hand. You tried to thrust deeper into her pussy. The clap of her ass separated just long enough to slide an inch deeper. She howled, almost throwing you off as her hips bucked. You couldn’t last any longer. You emptied your twice-denied load straight into her waiting pussy.