I pulled my car in behind John’s in a spot I was very familiar with, well off the main road and with a good amount of cover in the nearby trees. He had told me his registration number so that there was no doubt I had the right car. I blipped my hazard lights in the darkness and then got out and walked up, opened his door and slid into the passenger seat. We kicked off a bit of small talk but all that was on my min was his profile pictures, the one on my mind was his cock next to a Red Bull can, it was thicker than he was but his cock stood taller and I found myself licking my lips at the thought of it. Clearly he had my pictures on his mind as well as he asked me, “You wearing then? Show me.” I kicked off my trainers, there was plenty of room in the foot well and around the seat in general and slipped my tracksuit trousers down to reveal my stocking clad legs. I leant forwards to pull off my tee shirt to show the camisole top that matched my silky French knickers. Before I even had the tee off fully, his hands were on my thighs and rubbing over the snaps of the suspender belt. Then his warm hand pressed the cool material onto my body as he rubbed my nipples. “You like?” I asked and he breathed his reply, “Very nice!” He moved and dropped my seat back and he shifted so he could get both hands on me, one squeezing on my nipples while the other wandered around my stocking and every now and then up to my hard cock which was unsurprisingly poking out! I groaned out and he stopped, I had warned him on text earlier that I was very horny and may not last long! “Not yet,” he chuckled, “I am not ready yet!” “Really?” I asked, “maybe I can help with that?” After what felt like ages I was going to get my hands on his cock and I leapt up like it was Christmas morning! He pulled his trackies open for me letting me plunge my hand down to get him. He was smooth all around his shaft and I took his half hard cock in my hand. Even in that state it felt thicker than I imagined. “Oh yes,” I gasped and his arm moved and I jumped as his seat dropped back as well. By what dim light there was I could see his shaft lying on his belly and I got on my knees to angle my head at his lap. His fat squidgy cock lolled in my hand and I rolled the tip with my tongue lapping at his foreskin. He responded to my touching his tip as I hoped he would, I felt a pulse in his shaft and knew I wanted my mouth on it. I suck his soft tip easily into my mouth and as he swells I feel his foreskin peel back. His big mushroom is smooth and hard as it pushes in and around my mouth. It fills me so fast that I have to slow right down to stop my gag reflex spoiling the moment. “Oh god, Harry!” he moans and I feel his hand on my head, not pushing me down, but encouraging my rhythm. I let more and more into my mouth until I know I can take no more, I am pulling long wet strokes on and off him and I love the noises coming from him as I do it. He is hard like a rock now and I sit back a little to take in the sight of him, standing proud with plenty of flesh on view even with my hand wrapped round it, light glistens form somewhere of the wetness I have left behind. I realize that I am breathing as hard as he is, largely because now that I have stopped I realize that he has worked his hand into my knickers and he is cupping my balls and grabbing handfuls of my bum cheeks. I somehow found the room to wiggle my legs a little open for him and as I hoped his hand took the hint to run a finger down my crack. I went back down on his cock and soon felt his finger tip rubbing on my hole. I pulled off him again, nestling my face into his balls, “Mmmmm,” I moaned some more, “you want it don’t you?” He smacked by arse in response and reached into the door pocket to produce a condom and his tube of lube. I took the rubber from him and rolled it onto his thick meat. Then I sat back as he squirted some into his hand and I watched him rub it all over his cock. He snaked a spare hand round and under me and I felt his lube finger push at my arse once more and this time with delight, it slipped in. “Get out,” he told me, his voice husky. I did as I was told and he got out too, coming round to my side of the car. Straight away he put his weight on me and pushed me forwards into the side of the car. I felt his hard on pressing on me and I opened my legs again. He was grunting now as he probed me again with his fingers, all the time pinning me to the car. He eventually moved me down a bit so that I could lean forwards over the bonnet of the car. It was then that I was reminded as to how hard my cock was pressing as it was on the cold metal. That sensation was soon replaced though with the pushing of him between my legs. His big member pushed at me twice then three times all out of line before on this next thrust, his thick meaty cock found home and I cried out as my bum hole was opened up and entered all at the same time. His girth took my breath away and it hurt as he spread me wide. Thankfully he also pushed me deep and soon got into nice long strokes so that my hole was getting a sweet massage in between the ecstatic sensations of being so filled up. John banged me hard there on his car, I could just make out his low growling calls of me being a slut, a whore and a filthy one at that! I tried to respond to him, but the truth was that I was too busy reveling in the pummeling I was getting! When his rhythm turned to hard definitive pushes in I knew he was close. “Keep fucking me!” I told him not entirely sure where it has come from! He buried hard into me for two more thurust before I sensed some frantic movement, he pulled out and whipped of his condom. My top was lifted up my back and the next instant I felt the hot splodgy rain of his spunk on my back. His noise was stifled through the strains of his orgasm and my back felt drenched by the time it subsided. He pulled my top back down straight away and he was pulling legs, turning me over. On my back on the bonnet of his car, my cock stood tall and proud albeit no where near as impressively as John’s! It felt great as soon as he put his hand round it and he could tell as well. “Lift it up,” he told me and I pulled the camisole up from the front this time. My arsehole burned hot and from some where John produced a cooling rub of lube once more. I moaned to the sensation and then again as I felt his fingers push into me once more. I brought my knees up and felt him get deeper in me as my orgasm arrived across my body. He tugged me rapidly and was cock so hard the first I felt of my orgasm outside of my yelling was the hard splatter of my come hitting my chest and face. It might be wrong that I find my own jizz so sexy, but I do and especially after I have had some arse fun as I seem to shoot even more than usual! Hot liquid run down my face and neck as I pulled the top down, John already on his way back to pull his joggers back up. We tried a bit of small talk again, but we were both too out of breath. I sat bacj on my car, the wet stickiness not letting my mood subside and got myself straight and covered up again for the short trip home.