John could hardly believe the situation he now found himself in. It had been a completely boring morning up until now. Before, he'd been sitting around, trying to stay awake in his chemistry class. Now the perfect, globe-shaped breasts of his lab partner Amy sat in front of him as she impaled herself on his cock in the back seat of his car.
Amy had never really shown any interest at all in John before today. Normally, she just sat on the other side of their table and looked straight ahead at the board. John had always considered asking her out, because she was strikingly beautiful in a cute, nerdy way, but Amy was never really much of a conversationalist, especially not to John. Today though, things were different. She came in, dressed in a very short skirt that barely covered her round ass and a low-cut t-shirt that showed off her cleavage quite well. Her frizzy red hair still draped down her shoulders, but her glasses were gone, her blue eyes finding their way to John's not long after walking into the room. "Hey John!" she said. She sat down next to him, and scooted her chair to be closer to him, something quite abnormal for her.
"Uh, hey Amy" John said. He couldn't tell what surprised him more, the fact that she was being so friendly, or the fact that he was having a hard time looking at her face and not down her shirt, as she made it very easy to do so. Amy pretended to turn her attention to the board, at least for a while. Class began, the professor beginning to drone on almost immediately about covalent bonds or something similar. John would normally have a hard time paying attention anyway, but the sweet smell of Amy's new perfume was causing his pants to begin to tent.
After a few minutes, Amy shifted her eyes over to John again. Her host body had always considered him pretty attractive, and the thought of putting a slug in his sexy body was beginning to make her stolen pussy wet with slime. She could only make one new slug per day, which she was supposed to save for Emily, but desire began to override her plan. Fuck Emily, Amy decided. She would be having a little fun today. She licked her luscious lips and slowly leaned over to him, putting her mouth close to his ear.
"You know..." She whispered, her hand sliding onto his thigh as her voice became husky. "I've never had the courage to say this before, but I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck in a car." She glanced down to John's crotch, his cock clearly beginning to strain against the fabric of his jeans at the thought. He looked at her, his eyes wide in bewilderment. She smiled, her hand moving to between his legs.
"Oh John, did you park close?" She said, biting her bottom lip and looking him dead in the eyes.
And that's where John now found himself, fucking a beautiful girl in the back of his car. She had only taken off her shirt and bra to allow her breasts to sway freely. He'd only had time to pull down his pants before she pushed him down onto the seat. She slightly hiked up her skirt when climbing into his lap, showing that she wasn't wearing any panties. Her cunt was already slick with her own juices and what looked to John like some clear slime. He paid it little attention, as the feeling of her wet folds enveloping his dick was more than enough to draw his attention away. She moaned like a whore as she sank onto him, her eyes drooping with pleasure. Her breath, blowing directly into his face, smelled as sweet as the perfume she wore. She immediately stuck out her tongue, thrusting it into his welcome mouth. He tasted that same strange sweetness again, his mind overwhelmed with pleasure as the hot redhead began to bounce on his cock. Her pace was slow, but steadily quickened as she continued. They continued to make out as they fucked, their bodies becoming coated with sweat in the hot New Mexico morning sun.
John tried not to think about what he was doing, trying to focus on anything but the slick, warm insides of Amy, which moved up and down on his dick repeatedly. He tried not to think about her voluptuous breasts, which, covered slightly by her long red hair, moved up and down against his chest as she bounced with reckless abandon. He tried not to think about her tongue, which slid around surprisingly deep in his mouth as they passionately made out. But all these things made a familiar pleasure rise in his crotch, a feeling he didn't want to feel but could do little to avoid. It grew and grew as Amy bounced, the sweet smell of her body and the increasingly louder moans she made into his mouth becoming too much to handle. He broke their kiss, trying to warn Amy, trying to pull out, trying to do anything. But it was too late.
"Oh, fuck!" He yelled. He came harder than he'd ever cum before, his cock pumping Amy's wet hot insides with his wet hot cum. She gave a high-pitch squeal in pleasure as she also came, her abdomen spasming as her nails dug into John's back.
They both sat there for a minute, their breaths heavy but slowing as they came off the high, their bodies slick with sweat. John could do little but sit back into the backseat of his car. Amy grinned a mischievous grin, looking down past her skirt at her womanhood, which began to leak, her slime and sweat mixing with John's cum as he still his dick buried in her. She could feel him soften inside her pussy. Her time was short. He was ready. She felt her slug stir in her bowels and begin to move up her stolen body.
