A long, wild ride...

An empty park, on a car hood, with someone you barely knew, moaning like a wanton whore.
What could ever go wrong?

It wasn't like you were some naive virgin so letting loose and going wild for a night, regardless of why you ended up like that or repercussions to your belly and reputation later, couldn't be that bad, could it?

Anyway Big J was already fucking you whenever he wished, so giving in to a younger guy wouldn't be that much of an hit to your sexual integrity... maybe your rational side would tell you otherwise, but luckily that boring side of you was now locked away, wasn't it? So no biggie, or rather, yes biggie dick breeding you like the submissive bitch you(r animal side) always wished to be!

He was so young, so handsome, so energetic, so wild... so different from Big J.
The latter was like an old stallion whose experienced cock conquered hundreds of mares, relying on his skills and stamina to overwhelm his females, whereas Martin... Marting was more like a unrestrained wild colt.

He could fuck you in a way so wild... a way only a vigorous youth like him could pull off, a way that would surely swoop any young filly right off her feet. Too bad for him however that you weren't just any filly, no, Big J made you in a proper broodmare and no matter how good Martin was, at most he'd only manage to subdue you for a night.

Big J was no pushover.
No matter how rebellious, any girl left under his "care" for a prolonged period of time would be eventually be tamed, and you were no exception... well, your pussy wasn't at least, so while it was currently enjoying this new taste, there was no denying it wouldn't stick and it would eventually crave Big J Big D again.

But did it matter?
Even if tomorrow you'd end up thinking that after all Big J was still better, right now there was no denying your wild side was loving this and praising Marting as your best fuck ever.
Damn, shagging in the open with a young handsome man whose libido and cum kept bursting out like a broken dam... the night couldn't have gone any better than this.

Actually, turns out it could get better when he turned you around and without further ado, began pounding you.
Damn, how deep he was going!

And how fucking slutty you looked, your pussy tightening up as you watched your reflected self on the wind-shield, the very image of a slut loving the dicking her random partner was giving her, letting him cling to her body, squeeze her boobs, pound her pussy... despite your rational self being locked up by the "go with the flow" bindings, you still felt degraded by such a sight. But instead of arousing discomfort... such disgust aroused you in the most depraved sense of the word, which in turn led to more sluttish moans and expressions, everything reflected on the wind-shield which made you feel degraded even further...

It was such a vicious cycle, one which wouldn't end up any time soon... at least not till both of you didn't cum at least a few times, till your pussy would overflow like a broken dam as soon as his prick unplugged your hole.