He's Really Mad. I'll Need To Go All The Way. Somehow...

You look all around the vast lot, paranoid that someone will suddenly appear. You look back at Brian, butterflies fighting in your stomach at the thought of how risky this is.

"Do you...have a condom?" you ask him.

He blinks before rushing for his wallet, dropping it twice before pulling a condom out from the folds and presenting it to you like the holy grail. You sigh and consider what you're about to do. You need to fuck this guy if you want the information you need. But if he finds out you have a dick he's going to freak the fuck out.

"I have conditions," you say firmly. He's already nodding in agreement. "The condom, obviously. And I'm gonna keep my clothes on."

"Okay," he says quickly.

You sigh and glance around again before turning around and planting your hands onto the hood of your car. You spread your legs and stick your butt out while Brian begins tearing at the zipper of his pants, dropping the still wrapped condom in the process. You use his distraction to quickly position your cock upward, trapping it between the waistband of your panties and your stomach. Then you hike up your skirt and reach behind you to pull your panties to the side to reveal your pussy, and probably your anus, to the world. Brian eagerly stands behind you and, with more than a little difficulty, lines his sheathed cock up with your slit.

At first you silently hope that the condom is well lubricated since he seems intent on going all out right from the beginning. But as it turns out, you needn't have worried. It seems that all the sexual tension of the day has left you very wet and receptive to his brutish thrusting. You both let out gasps as he buries himself inside of you, your pussy and cock both throbbing in excitement. You're surprised by his relatively large size, though he doesn't hold a candle to your new phallus. Still, despite his frantic start Brian begins to work up a steady rhythm that threatens to take your breath away. He starts to smack his hips hard against your rump and you start moaning in earnest. You slump down onto your front, nails scratching at the hood of your car, and your dick is now pressed between the car and your body. As Brian keeps humping away, his breathing growing more erratic with every thrust, you feel your dick being rubbed while your pussy gets plowed. You start to see spots then stiffen as you start to cum from both ends at once. Just then Brian freezes up and makes a rather loud wailing sound as he fills the condom. You hope he's distracted as you reach down and aim your cock into your panties just as it begins to spurt. You both lie there panting for a few moments, though you mostly do it for show. You don't want to move too early and risk your still leaking dick making a mess somewhere visible. But eventually you both move apart and straighten yourselves out, Brian tossing the condom into some bushes and looking like the cat that got the cream. No doubt his conquest will be embellished as he tells anyone who will listen in the coming weeks.

"Spill it, Brian."

He holds up his hands and says, "I'm a man of my word. So, after the whole cowgirl thing you started going on about how late it was. You put your shirt back on, everyone was very sad, and you left."

You start to get angry. You let him have sex with you and THIS is what he gives you?! But he sees the fury in your eyes and grinding teeth and holds up his hands again before continuing.

"You were obviously pretty fucking drunk. So I stepped onto the porch and kept an eye on you, just in case. You started heading into the woods but then you sort of freaked out and started running down the street instead. Will that suffice, m'lady?"

Ignoring his weirdness there was still something weird in what he said. You've travelled those woods, by dark and drunk even, loads of times. And the route home via the streets would be almost three times as long, not to mention someone might see you going for a drunken jog at two in the morning and call the cops or worse, your parents. Drunk you avoided the woods for a reason. It's time to find out what that reason was. You say goodbye to Brian who tries to hug you but quickly gets the message and settles for a handshake. He's not so bad really, just very, very socially awkward. He calls a friend to pick him up while you drive home. It's time to investigate.