It was just happenstance. We were at a friend`s place, a big weekend party at this great house in the country miles from anywhere. The party was winding down on Sunday, and this woman I didn`t know needed to get to the train station. Since I was leaving about the same time and it was generally in my direction I offered her a ride.

A mutual friend described a short cut through the countryside that was supposedly a bit rugged but, she said, would give us a beautiful view of the land that we just couldn`t get from the highway. Not map directions, but more the `go up the road until you get to the fork, with the left one just a slight turn, but the right is sharp. Take the right, and drive for a few miles until you pass an old barn behind a rock wall with a worn coat of white paint, and turn past the wall going left for a few miles` etc. and so on. Neither of us was in a great hurry, so we were fine with the idea, and away we went, no cares.

She was not a real looker, but nice enough. I didn`t know her, but I figured she was bright. She had some kind of a research and teaching job, and was sort of known in the city. You know, rich enough that she worked at what she wanted, because she was interested in it. I didn`t care, but I`m sure I could have made a connection or two for work or whatever if I had wanted to press it. Even though we were there just to relax, she was dressed pretty well, even expensively. I figured she was probably pretty straight, and I was a bit intimidated, although I have learned to keep an open mind about people.

After a few miles the road was just a double rut in the dirt between the grass, and we were going a lot slower than I had thought we would. But the view was great, the sun was still high, and everything was going fine. Until the car died.

Stupid me, the city kid. I never thought of it, and was merrily sailing along, talking and laughing, without a care or a thought for anything as mundane as the gas level. And it wasn`t even the corny old trick of running out on purpose.

So we got out, looked around, and realized from the weeds and grass growing on the road that there wasn`t exactly a steady flow of traffic that would be showing up any time soon. I wasn`t even positive we were on the right road. Of course, in a car, you can just drive around until you hit a main road or a river or something, right? As long as you actually do have gas, that is.

But now we had to decide what to do. We were far enough out that neither of our cells was on any grid, and it looked like any rescuing that was going to happen was going to be done by us or not at all. So we started to walk.

After walking for a few hours in the sunlight and then in the dusk however, we still had not seen anything or anyone. Some shortcut. By then we were tired, and lay down in the grass for a rest. At least the summer heat was enough that we were in no danger of freezing.

We were somewhat bored though, and we were both restless. It looked like we might be staying here for the night, and I was envisioning the idea of spending the night doing nothing but staring at the stars and talking to a stranger. Being ADD, I sometimes get impulsive urges to do or say things just to be a bit jarring, to provoke people, for a kick. Or perhaps it was just my boredom with always doing things the conventional, accepted ways. Anyways, I didn?t really have a lot to lose.

`Why don`t you suck my cock?`

`OK, ` she said nonchalantly, and leaned over to zip down my fly.

Now, I wasn`t completely surprised, as she had seemed neutral to mildly friendly, with no negative signals. To me this meant that she was at least latently interested. And for all intents and purposes we were marooned together, the classic situation. She was probably a little jazzed by the potential of sex, and there was precious little else to think about then and there.

I figured that the only downside was that the trip would turn frosty. But it was just as likely that she would either refuse and then just not discuss it, or be shocked and not react at all. But I also figured it was fifty-fifty that she would go for it. And I was more than gratified at her completely casual acceptance of my instructions.

And she was so casual, almost placid, that I wanted to see just how far I could push her. I wanted to see if she was just OK with the cock sucking, or if I had lucked out and stumbled on a real sub. I told you I sometimes like to provoke people.

`Actually, while you`re at it, I think I`d prefer to take a piss in your mouth. I`d like you to drink my piss right down, the whole lot.`

We were miles from everything. If she didn`t like it, she could just say no, but otherwise how bad could it get?

`Sure, ` she said, and looking me in the eyes, took almost my whole cock in her mouth.

We were lying sideways to each other by now, but I rolled over her, so I was pressing my cock down into her mouth. This could be difficult for her, as she would have no control if she started gagging, which was almost inevitable. Also, if I started to seriously fuck her mouth, she would be defenseless, which was just what I wanted.

She put up no resistance or objections, but merely waited for me to start.

I unleashed full force.

She swallowed as much and as fast as she could, but she couldn`t get it all. Aside from the gagging, I was letting her have it too fast for her to handle, and a lot went down the sides of her mouth even as she was swallowing. It soaked her hair and formed a pool that turned the dirt she was lying in into strong smelling piss mud by the time I was finished. She just lay there, redfaced from the choking, but passively waiting for me to make the next move, or give the next instruction.