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Back Seat

By: Anythingbutmeremere



We pulled up to the house and in to the wrap around driveway. He stopped by the edge of the porch and cut the engine. The sky was still dark but you could see the traces of blue as the sun got ready to rise. The second the engine noise had stopped I began to realize how awkwardly quiet it was outside my rolled down car window. No birds were chirping yet, and everyone besides us was asleep, so it felt like we were the only ones left.

"Well... I had a really good time."

I turned my head to meet his glance. He was leaning back in his seat his moppy blonde hair covered his eyes a little but I knew exactly where he was looking. He was looking right at me. Just like he always was. Just the way I liked it. 

"I did too." I wasn't lying when I said it. Tonight had been exactly what I wanted... Yet somehow I now found myself wanting more. He propped himself up a bit and leaned in my direction. I turned in my seat and suddenly we were face to face. I'm sure my breath smelt like beer but he didn't seem to mind, in fact I think it pleased him a bit.

"I don't normally drink like this." I blurted out. 

His smile widened and he shook the hair out of his face. "I know that." I closed my eyes relieved. When suddenly I felt his hand on the back of my neck. Then his lips were pressed against mine. 

They were soft and warm against mine and I pressed myself hard against them not wanting it to end. We had been best friends a long time and we had been flirting for a long time, but he had never kissed me before. 

My head started to spin and I pulled away. He looked at me stunned. "I... ah... I'm sorr..."

Before he could finish I pulled him back in. I didn't know if it was the alcohol talking or what but I needed to kiss him again. I moved from the top lip to the bottom lip and I could feel him start to relax. By the end of that kiss his hand was back in my hair and he was pulling me closer. 

I felt his tongue slide past my lips and into my mouth. It was warm and sweet and rough. We kissed for another minute before he pulled his face away. I knew what he was thinking. We were friends and we had never been at this point before. Even though we had felt it rising up for so long now. He smiled at me and moved in for another kiss. But this time I stopped him. 

Because I didn't want to just kiss him. We weren't high school kids. I moved around in my seat and pushed my ass up onto the center consol and then into the back seat. He just stared at me. Completely bewildered I'm sure. But alcohol or not. I knew I wanted this. He had long been someone I fantasized about. 

"Well... are you coming?" I asked. He unhooked his seatbelt and turned around to face me in the back seat. He awkwardly crawled by me and sat down. I crawled on top of him. Spreading my legs and straddling him caused my skirt to roll up my thighs a little bit. I could tell he was taken back by this entire thing because he had yet to put his hands on me. Instead they were just frozen in the air. It looked ridiculous, so I leaned in and kissed him again. 

I moved back and forth between his top and bottom lip, kissing gently. I felt his hands settle on my legs. Not moving anywhere just relaxing against my cold clammy skin. I moved my kisses down his cheek to his ear where I nibbled against his lobe. Because of the way his head was tilted his mouth was right near my ear as well and after a moment I heard him whisper "This feels like a dream."

I sat back up and leaned forward so that we were only an inch apart. We just stared at each other. My pussy was hot, I had it pressed up against his jeans and I could feel a wet spot forming at the entrance. I wanted him so badly. I pushed my hands through his shaggy hair and then I felt his hands move. They started slowly moving up my legs, kneading my thighs with his finger tips. One hand made its way to my underwear and he rubbed his hand across my pussy.

I leaned in and kissed him. He rubbed over my mound and the sensation made me think that I was going to jump out of my skin. I moaned loudly. He kissed me hard and pushed his finger up again my underwear right on my clit. 

I felt his cock struggle against his jeans. He rubbed his finger in a circle around my clit, soaking my underwear in the process. His other hand moved up to my neck and tangled itself in my hair. We were kissing more passionately than ever now. I grinded myself into him trapping his hand between my underwear and his own bulge so that he had no where to go. 

I felt him pull my panties to the side and a second later his warm fingers slid into my pussy. I let out a loud moan and he broke our kiss with a smile. My pussy was so wet and he slid his fingers all the way in and then all the way back out to my clit again. My hands moved from his shoulders down his chest to where his jeans started. 

I had to pull my mouth away from his and look down to concentrate on undoing his button. I was still pretty drunk. He now had two fingers in my pussy, pushing hard against my g-spot as his thumb massaged my clit. My underwear were stretched off to the side as I undid his zipper. He removed his hand from me and quickly nudged his jeans and his boxers down. 

I just stared at him. His cock was huge, and standing tall just inches away from my pussy. The tip was purple and swollen, and a clear gloss covered it. I moved my hands to it and pushed my thumb over the head massaging the moisture into it. He fumbled around in his dangling jeans for a moment before pulling out his wallet. Then he pulled out a condom and handed it to me.

I ripped it open while I felt his hand travel back to my pussy. He circled my clit as I rolled the condom down over his huge cock. Then we just looked at each other. 

There was an awkward moment. We were about to do this. About to go from friends to more than friends. As if we hadn't already. He smiled and then leaned forward to kiss me. I didn't kiss him then though... I pulled my face away a little bit just dodging his as I pushed myself up and directed his cock into my pussy. My panties still pushed to the side. Just the tip was enough to stretch me and I bit down hard on my lip as I forced all the rest inside. Only when I got it all in did I let him kiss me. And he kissed me hard. My pussy ached and squeezed against him. Under my skirt he wrapped his hands around my hips holding onto my ass cheeks. He held me in place as he thrusted up into me slowly. Taking an extra moment to grind into me pushing my swollen clit against his bare skin. My pussy was on fire but I loved it. I loved the way he felt deep inside me, stretching me to the hilt. I broke away from our kisses and leaned forward to his ear, taking my time to lick and suck on his earlobe as he fucked me. 

He released his grasp on my ass cheeks and I started to ride him pushing back and forth, bobbing up and down in the back seat of his car. His fingers again found my clit and he rubbed it in circles. I didn't even know I was about to cum but a second later I felt the first wave pour over me. I immediately tensed up and he rubbed harder pulling me all the way down on his dick. My pussy squeezed and I moaned loudly. He pushed his mouth against mine as wave after wave of my orgasm shot through me my pussy hugging him harder each time. He grabbed on to my ass again and started to fuck up into me. I was still coming down from my own orgasm when I felt him bury his head into my chest right between my breasts and his whole body tensed up. He fucked me deep and hard and fast until finally he let out a little moan and began to relax. I found his mouth with mine. 

I just sat on his still cumming cock and kissed him for a minute. He finally opened his eyes and stared at me. We kissed for a while until I finally raised myself off of his manhood and repositioned my underwear. He fixed himself and then pulled his jeans up and a second later we were just seated next to each other in the back seat. He turned to me and kissed me one more time. 

"Well... I had a really good time." He said laughing. And I just pushed him on the shoulder lightly. I reached over and unlocked the door opening it slightly. A cool air passed by me and as I looked around I noticed the sky was a pale blue and the birds were now chirping in the distance. He got out behind me and as I went to walk away he grabbed my hand and pulled me back into him. He swung his hand up into my hair and pulled me hard against his body kissing me one more time before getting into the front seat and starting the car. 

A good time? Really? I can't even imagine what a great time is like...

Back Seat Brunette



Author's Note: All persons in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old. 

*****

For the last few weeks, Rick Dempsey and Ray Collins had been discussing what they would be doing for the rest of their lives. They were both 18 years old, had just graduated from the local high school and were debating whether to join the military service or go to work in one of the factories in town until they were drafted or got married. Except for some kind of trade school, college was not even considered an option for young men such as them at that time and in that small Midwestern city. 

Early one warm evening, they were riding in Rick's car and sharing a six-pack of beer when Ray spotted a young woman with a shapely ass ahead of them and to their right. Daylight Savings Time was in effect so there was still more than enough daylight for them to see her clearly. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and walking by herself and they recognized her as Susan Albright, a pretty girl with dark brown hair who had been a year ahead of them in high school. She had a reputation for being "easy" and some girls in their school had even been known to call her a slut although the boys had only nice things to say about her. 

Rick pulled up beside her and Ray leaned out the window. "Hi, Sue," he greeted her. Ya want a beer?" 

She walked over and looked in the window. Recognizing both the young men as former schoolmates, she replied. "Hi, Rick. Hi Ray. Don't mind if I do. It's pretty warm tonight and a beer would hit the spot." 

He got out of the car and opened the door to the back seat. Susan got in and he followed her. The car was large, as most were at that time and she noted the back seat was spacious enough that she could lie on her back with comfort. Her reputation was well earned; she was a young woman who enjoyed sex with a variety of boys and men, knew how to keep her mouth shut and never had a bad word to say about anybody's performance. 

Susan would drink the beer but she also knew the reason the two boys had for offering it to her and for giving her a ride was to fuck. She was not at all averse to the idea of taking on one or both of them so she had no objection when Ray put his arm on the back of the seat behind her and his hand on her bare thigh. Instead, she smiled at him, took a sip of the beer Rick had handed her, moved in closer and smiled at him again after lowering the can from her mouth. 

Encouraged, the horny young man moved in closer. slid his arm down until the seat until it was loosely around Sue's back and moved his other hand so his fingers were lightly squeezing the inside of her thigh. Her lips went from a smile to puckered and she leaned toward the man beside her. He accepted what he considered an invitation and planted a kiss on those lips. She kissed him back and, while their lips were plastered together and their tongues were entwined, Ray moved his hand from her thigh to under her t-shirt and up her body to cup one of her big breasts, which were encased in a bra. 

"Let me take this off," Susan suggested when the kiss ended. She reached up behind her back to unhook her bra and pulled it down and off, setting it on the seat beside herself. 

This encouraged Ray even more and the next time they kissed, with their tongues meeting again, he pushed Susan's t-shirt up out of the way, fully exposing both breasts, and gently held one in either hand. When this kiss ended, he bent down closer and kissed both nipples. She responded by taking hold of the hem of her t-shirt and peeling it of over her head, leaving herself naked above the waist. 

Ray wrapped his arms around the semi-nude form of the sexy brunette and started licking her nipples, his tongue alternating between the luscious orbs. Susan was breathing heavily, enjoying the foreplay but also anxious to get to the main event. She could feel her pussy starting to lubricate as well as smell the familiar aroma. Gently, she pushed the eager young man away, placed her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and slid them and her damp panties around her ass and down her thighs. 

Susan raised her legs with the clothing around her knees. "Pull these things off the rest of the way," she instructed Ray, who was more than happy to comply. 

Naked, except for her shoes and sox, she leaned against the door and slid her ass forward to get comfortable for what was about to happen. However, there were still some things that had to be done before Susan and the young man in the back seat could start doing what they both very much wanted to do.

"You can't do anything with your pants on, you know," she told the man who was leaning over her. 

As if to emphasize this, Susan sat up slightly and reached down to unbuckle his belt and open his fly. Ray took over from there and pushed his pants and jockey shorts down below his knees, letting his stiff cock spring free. Susan was not disappointed at the size of the organ which would soon be inside her pussy but there was one more detail to take care of. 

"Have you got a rubber?" she asked. 

He did, of course. At that time, all young men carried condoms at all times, in case an opportunity to use one should arise, as it had for Ray and Rick. He opened the foil packet, removed the contents, held the latex disk against the end of his cock and rolled in into place. He was ready to fuck and he prepared to penetrate Sue, who was spreading her pussy lips with her fingers. 

As could be expected, the other man in the car was fascinated by what was going on in the back seat of his car and peeking in the rear mirror competed with watching out for traffic. It was late enough by then and they were in a residential area so there weren't many vehicles on the street but there were a few and he came closer to colliding with some of them than he and the others liked. Susan had a solution for that rather dangerous situation. 

"If you want to watch, park the car somewhere. Don't worry. You'll get your turn too." 

Somewhat embarrassed but more elated than anything else, Rick pulled into the church parking lot and found a space behind the building, out of sight of the street and anybody, such as the police, who might be driving or walking by. To be even less visible, he turned off the interior lights so they wouldn't come on when a door was opened. With that taken care of, he shut off the engine and turned to lean against the back of his seat again so he could watch what was going on. He couldn't really see much from that angle because his friend's body was in the way but he could hear what was happening and imagine the rest. 

Still holding her lips apart, Susan looked down the length of her body and saw Ray's cock approaching. He was guiding it with his right hand while his left hand was pressed against the seat beside her. Sue's head was braced against the arm rest at the end of the seat and both knees were bent, allowing her to lie flat on her back the way she liked. Her left foot was resting on the floor and the right one was pressed against the other arm rest. In that position, she could stroke the back and sides of the man above her and fuck back to meet his thrusts into her. 

Ray had also gotten into a comfortable position on the back seat of his friend's car. He was kneeling between Susan's spread legs with one hand supporting his weight and the other guiding his cock. As he leaned closer, his knees remained bent and his sneaker shod feet would be braced against the door on that end of the seat. When the end of his cock made contact with the waiting pussy, he rubbed the tip in the wetness to spread the lubrication. 

Susan felt what Ray was doing and murmured in his ear "Right there. Now, give it to me! Really give it to me!" 

He gave it to her, thrusting forward and feeling the end of his cock wedging between her fingers and into the wet hole beyond. Susan sighed happily at the initial penetration and spread her legs slightly farther apart. Ray was the most excited he had ever been. His sexual experience was rather limited and the hot, slightly older chick in the back seat with him was easily the prettiest girl he had ever even kissed, let alone fucked. 

Rick was almost as aroused as his friend. He was equally inexperienced and he was really looking forward to when it would be his turn in the back seat with the pretty brunette. Even though all he could actually see was a pair of white legs wrapped around his friend's hips and hands stroking his back, he could hear what was happening and his imagination filled in the rest. His cock was stiff and he was tempted to relieve himself by masturbation but he resisted doing so. He knew Sue's pussy would be infinitely more fun than his own hand so he waited and watched as well as he could. While he was waiting, he fished a condom out of his wallet and rolled it into place because he wanted to be ready when it was his turn and have as few delays as possible. 

Susan may have been having the most fun of any of the people in the car. She loved being fucked, especially by young men, and expected to come several times that night by taking on the first man, then the second, followed by both of them again and to continue like that until everybody in the car was happy and satisfied and unable to do more. She was certainly satisfied with what was happening to her so far. Ray's cock was big enough to fill her pussy and he was ramming it all the way into her and massaging her clit with his shaft, just the way she loved getting it and she could feel her first orgasm of the night building steadily within her body. 

Ray could feel his climax building too. Although Susan was better looking than any of his limited previous sex partners, that was not the most important part. Others had simply lain on their backs and let him pump in and out until he came but the pretty girl under him in the back seat of the car seemed to be reveling in the fucking as much as he was. She was moaning in joy and thrusting her pussy back to meet him while her hands caressed his back and her legs were waving in the air and gripping and releasing his hips, all in the same rhythm as his cock plowing into her. 

"Harder, Ray! Fuck me harder! I'm ready to come!" she whispered into his ear. 

Knowing that and hearing Sue talking to him in crude language like that made the young man even more excited. He began plunging his cock into her harder and faster and could feel his climax gathering from all parts of his body and preparing to explode. 

Susan just barely beat him to it. "Oh, god, I'm coming," she cried out joyously and her arms and legs clamped onto the man who had just brought about that glorious event. 

Ray pounded his cock into Susan even faster and more strongly, until his climax rose to the surface and erupted. He shot a big burst of cum into his condom and continued driving his cock into the wild pussy under him until he ejaculated again. He felt his partner's body abruptly clench under him; her arms and legs tightened their grip and she rammed her pussy against him for a final time. 

After their tremendous, almost simultaneous climaxes, Ray and Susan wanted to rest for a few minutes but Rick was not going to allow that. From the noises they had made and from their movements and the sudden cessation of those movements, he was sure they had come, which made it his turn in the back seat with the hot brunette. He got out of the car, went around to the back door and opened it, to be met by a pair of feet in sneakers. With no hesitation, he pulled his friend off Susan and out the door. 

His pants and underwear were still down around his ankles so Ray stumbled a bit until he caught his balance by leaning against the rear fender of the car. Rick paid no attention; he was much too preoccupied in getting his cock into the pussy that was waiting for him in the back seat. Susan's legs were still spread and there was still enough daylight for her to see his eager face and hard shaft. No invitation or any formalities were needed so she reached down between her thighs and spread her pussy lips. His tight jeans were already unfastened so he pushed them and his jockey shorts down to his knees and leaned over the waiting and available woman. 

With his own body blocking what little light was coming through the window, he was unable to see exactly what he was doing or where he was going but Rick could get close enough for Susan to help. While the fingers of one hand held her lips apart, she used the other hand to hold his cock while she guided it to the right place. After rubbing the tip in her wetness of her pussy, she smiled and whispered to him what she wanted. 

"Stick it in me, Rick. Right here. But take it easy. We've got all night." 

Somewhat chastened, he plunged his cock into the wet hole that he knew was awaiting him. Besides the plethora of juices, Susan was somewhat stretched from the first man to fuck her and Rick's cock, although bigger than that of his buddy, burrowed into her easily. As she had done with the first man, her legs were wrapped around her new partner's hips and her hands were ready to caress his back as soon as he lay closer atop her. 

Because of the relative intimacy, she continued to whisper. "That's it! Right there! Now, let's have some fun and not be in too much of a rush." 

Susan's pussy felt so good around his cock - warm and wet and snug - that being patient was difficult but he did slow down after she said that. Rick slid his arms under hers and lay above the eager brunette with most of his weight supported on his forearms. After lying like that for a few seconds, while he reveled in the way Susan's pussy muscles were massaging the entire length of his cock, he drew away, paused, and drove his shaft all the way into her. When she felt his cock surging into her pussy, Susan fucked back and their bodies met with a soft "splat" and sighs of joy from both people. 

By that time, Ray had pulled his clothing back into place and gotten into the passenger seat of the car. He sat looking over the back seat at his friend and the girl he had just fucked. He couldn't see much beside her pale arms and legs but he could hear what they were doing and saying to each other. She had been really terrific, giving him the best sex of his limited experience and he wondered if Sue would want to do it again when she and Rick had finished. He had more condoms and he knew his cock would be fully hard again in a few minutes, especially from listening to the people in the back seat and thinking of what it had been like and would be like if the girl was willing. 

She was definitely willing to fuck the man with her in the back seat then. Over and over, she thrust her pussy back to meet the cock that was plowing into her. Susan's soft hands stroked his back and her legs rose into the air and kicked back and forth in her joy. She felt her orgasm as it mounted inside her body and told her partner how she felt. 

"Your cock feels really great, Ricky, so big and hard. You're gonna make me come like crazy."

To make her prediction come true, on his next thrust into her pussy, Susan moved slight down the seat while fucking back and the big cock made better contact with the base of her clit. It felt better to her partner too, although he didn't know why. All he knew was that he was no more than a few minutes away from filling his condom with his semen. 

Although he was on top, the much more experienced Susan was in charge of their coupling. On every stroke, she responded until she was on the verge of coming. Once again, she gave her partner directions. 

"I'm ready to come, Ricky. Now give me your big cock and make it hard and fast. My pussy really loves it."

He was relieved because he was on the verge of coming too. Rick plowed his cock in and out of the very active pussy under his body while Sue met every stroke he made. The young man could feel his climax, the best of his life so far, bubbling up inside him and ready to erupt out his cock. 

Once again, Susan beat her partner to their climax. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" she cried out ecstatically. 

Her arms and legs locked onto Rick and her body thrashed from side to side on the narrow seat. While she was in the throes of coming, his climax exploded and he squirted a big wad of semen in his condom. Sue hadn't finished coming yet so he continued plunging his cock in and out of her writhing pussy and ejaculated two more times. 

She cried out even more loudly as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Susan's back arched; all her muscles clenched and she rammed her pussy against Rick for the ultimate time before collapsing back onto the car seat. He sprawled on top of her, feeling at peace with the world and proud of bringing the pretty girl to what was obviously her climax. 

After her second orgasm of the night, Susan lay happily while she rested and caught her breath. As she had told Rick, they had all night; it was still early and she wanted to fuck some more. Raising herself up slightly, she saw Ray in the front seat, leaning on the back and gazing at her naked body, even though it was too dark by then for him to actually see more than a white form.

She smiled at him, which was probably not visible either. "It's your turn again, Ray. I hope you're ready for some more." 

He was ready, willing and able and Rick would be too.



Back Seat Driver



I drove into Center Street Car Wash at 2:00 in the afternoon. Yes, I was skipping out of work. There were just a couple guys there, washing a big off-road truck. I pretended not to see them as I put my coins into the machine, and then took off my suit-jacket. I knew the guys were still watching me, no doubt hoping to see me get all soapy and wet as I washed down my car, my tight black skirt riding up my thighs like something out of a music video. Whatever, let them look. I wasn't in the mood for flirting. This was a very serious moment: possibly the last time I would ever wash Ginger. Someone had answered my ad.

I didn't exactly want to sell Ginger. But I had room for only one vehicle at my condo, and I was beginning to realize that an early 70s muscle car wasn't the sort of vehicle that petroleum executives were expected to drive. Sure, it consumed an obscene amount of gas, but it didn't project the right aura. I had already gone down to the Mitsubishi dealership and picked out a shiny black SUV. I hated the conformity of that: an SUV. But it had to be done. Some guy was coming by at 7:00 to have a look. 

My parents had bought ginger for me in 1990, when I turned 18; they got her from some estate sale for a fraction of what the car was worth. She's a 1970 Mercury Cougar, a beautiful orange with a black stripe down the side, rear spoiler, and a 428 CID V8. I knew nothing about cars when I got her, but I learned, mostly because the car was a magnet for boys who knew about cars. They'd ask me questions and I'd blush in my bookish way, and then the nice ones, when they realized that I didn't know what they were talking about, would explain things to me. Like how the 1970 was really the last year of the Cougar as a muscle-car. After that, Mercury began to move it over into the luxury car market. 

The guys watching me were car guys. Maybe they weren't watching me at all, maybe they were watching Ginger. It was hard to tell, sometimes. I began soaping up the hood and the front grill. Yes, my skirt was riding up my thighs a bit. I turned my back to them, and bent all the way over, stretching out to reach the far side of the hood. Then I shook my head to snap out of it. This could be the last day that Ginger and I had together; I needed to focus on the sacredness of that moment. 

I had driven Ginger three hundred miles to get to college, and then drove her home again just about every weekend because I was so homesick. But you can't go home, of course, once you've left. Soon I began to look to the drive home more than home itself--out alone on the road, straight across the prairies to Regina. I'd stay off the #1, even with it's higher speed limits. Instead, I took all the backroads through little towns and farming villages. It made me feel tremendously strong and independent. The pressures of college were really getting to me the first term--not academically, but socially. At some point, I was going to have to overcome my awkwardness around boys--I hadn't even kissed one, to that point. Yet I was tremendously attracted to just about every guy in my class and a couple of my teachers. Meanwhile, my roommate--an asian girl named Lily--was having loud, noisy sex with her vast legions of boyfriends--sometimes, several at once. I wanted some semblance of romance, though. 

But one ride back to college, I met a farmboy who was a few years older than me, out hitchhiking along the highway because his tractor had gotten stuck in a wet patch in the field. He was greasy and tanned, with blond hair and blue eyes, and seemed innocent enough, but before we had driven five miles, he put his hand on my thigh, smearing it with a bit of grease. I was so overcome by the touch, the gesture, that I couldn't think to do anything but pull over. Predictably, he took that as a sign of willingness on my part, and even before I had put it into park, he had slipped his hand all the way up, touched his fingers against my crotch and leaned across to kiss my neck. I still didn't know what to do, so I just sat there, hands still on the steering wheel, letting him touch me. He turned my head, and kissed me on the lips, and I let my mouth open for him, let him slip his tongue inside. I tried to remember what made a good kiss, so that I could kiss him back, but it was hard to concentrate with his finger slipping beneath my panties, stroking me where I had grown moist. He made some awful pun about getting stuck in a wet spot. I wanted him to tell me what to do, I wanted to ask him what I should do, but I was terribly shy about it. Pretty soon, he decided I must not be into it, so he withdrew, and said that he should be getting home. So I turned Ginger on and drove him home. 

When I got back, I told Lily all about it, and for once I was incredibly thankful to have this experienced roommate. She cancelled her date, and proceeded to tell me everything that a girl could possibly know about sex. She even gave me some very in-depth instructions on kissing, which got me really excited. She used a banana to show me how to go down on a guy. The next day, she took me to her doctor to get me started on the pill. The next time I drove home, I took the same route, hoping to see the boy in the field again. He wasn't there, but I drove slowly past the farm, and waited a mile down the road. A pickup came along a few minutes later, with my lovely blond farm boy. He said that he didn't think he'd ever see me again. And I explained how I was a virgin, how I wanted to do more, but was too shy. Then I climbed into the backseat, and he followed, climbing over me to get between my legs. His crotch was directly above my face, and I could see his young prick through his pants. So I undid his belt, his zipper, and he reached down, easing his jeans down. And then it was against my face. So I put it in my mouth. 

It was a good experience, him pulling my panties down to my knees, placing his lips against my pussy, licking me. It wasn't so great that I came, but it was good enough that every time since then that I've thought about that young blond stud eating me out, I have had a tremendous orgasm. After the cunnilingus, he had me sit in his lap, my back to him and his hands around me, cupping and caressing my large breasts--larger breasts than a shy girl should have. I held him against my pussy as I rocked back and forth, eventually taking him inside. It was a revelation; it felt better than the touching, the licking. It was almost embarrassing how easily it went inside--I felt that he would doubt my virginity. Virgin sex is supposed to be awkward and tight. I bucked my hips against him, as he kissed my back, eventually feeling him tense and cum inside me. And so I lost my virginity. 

That certainly wasn't the only time I've fucked in Ginger's backseat. Once I got back to school, I let guys come for rides with me, and I Lily and I sometimes dated, sometimes even swapped guys. I was never outgoing. I would always let them come to me--I still always get shy and quiet as soon as it became evident that a guy was interested in me. Sometimes I said no--I wasn't completely promiscuous. I did fuck my way out of a speeding ticket, once, though. And usually I said yes, letting them sit in the passenger seat as I took the car out of town, out onto the empty prairie roads I would love so much. Inevitably, they would reach over and start fingering me, each and every one of them. I would just drive faster. I loved squeezing my thighs around a boy's hand while pushing hard on the gas at the same time...

Anyway, that was years ago. I was a respectable businesswoman, now. I had said no to both the men who had asked me to marry them: the first man, I doubted I in love with; the second one, I doubted he was in love with me. I liked my job, it kept be busy, and though my sex life consisted mostly of masturbation, it still felt completely satisfying. 

I was waxing the car, looking over my shoulder at the guys from time to time. They had long since finished washing their own truck, but they were still there, watching me. I climbed inside the car with some paper towels, beginning to wipe the dash down. When I finished up and turned Ginger out onto Center Street, they got in and followed me. They followed me right to the edge of the city, pulling up beside me at the very last stoplight. They were rough types, tattoos and awful music on the stereo. The guy in the passenger seat was looking down at me, making some sort of catcall. Yeah, I could have them if I wanted. I could let them follow me out of town and then climb up on the hood and spread my legs. So many years of my life had been that way. It wasn't that I didn't want sex. I wanted it desperately. But for once I wanted to be the pursuer. I didn't want to fein a chase and then roll over at the first chance. The guy was revving his engine, like he would stand a chance against me. 

The light turned green and I was across the intersection. First, second third, fourth... Ginger can go from one to sixty in a little over five seconds. I can take her up to 100 in about fifteen. By thirty seconds, the assholes in their big truck were gone from my rear-view mirror. I didn't let up. 

"So," I said outloud. "Our last time together." I hiked my skirt up. It got me off, driving fast. I thought of that first boy, the blond. His dick was nice and thick and juicy. I never got the chance to taste his cum, but I imagined it thick and sweet. I put my driving mix cassette in the tape player. Joni Mitchell: perfect. If you're driving into town with a dark cloud above you, dial in a number who's bound to love you...

I moved my hand from the volume dial down to my pussy, the volume of the former amplifying the tremors of the latter. I had gotten myself so wet. I slipped my fingers right inside. No foreplay: I was all about the penetration. Sixty miles out of town, I came hard almost blacking out a little, but staying on the road. At eighty miles, I came again, thinking about Lily and the first true bisexual experience I had with her. I had this little crush on her ever since she taught me how to kiss, and then when wed take our guys out, shed get on her back in the backseat, and Id straddle my guy in the passenger seat, and sometimes we would look at each other, just before our orgasms. But we never went beyond that, until I drove her to her father's funeral in Vancouver, and I drove for fourteen hours and just about fell asleep at the wheel, so we curled up in the backseat together, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world for us to begin to touch each other. When we got home, we just started sharing the same bed, and we even swore off guys for a while. Now she lives in London Ontario, and she sends me Christmas cards with updates about her husband and children and her disturbingly mainstream life. 

By the time I swung the car around on a gravel road out past Drumheller, I had less than an hour to get back to the city for the meeting with this guy. By the time I got home, he was standing on the front step, a very young man in a corduroy jacket that likely came from a vintage clothing store. My first instinct was one of hesitation. I had hoped to sell the car to someone who knew a thing or two about them. Not a teenager. 

"Sorry I'm late," I said. "You must be Leon. Imp Jane."

"No worries. I just got here a moment ago." He came down the steps towards me. "So this is it. Looks like its in great condition."

"Yeah, at its age, it needs a lot of care."

"My brother has one of the 73s. It's in the butterscotch, which is an ugly colour, but it's a good car."

I nodded. How old was he? Eighteen? "So do you have a car now?" Had he crashed his last one? If he's crashed a car, no way I'm selling him Ginger. 

"No, I just moved to the city, and I didn't realize how spread-out things were. I need a car for getting around."

"Well, it's not exactly a car for city driving."

"No, I go up to the mountains a lot. Just to Banff, or Lake Louise. It would be great for those sorts of drives, too."

"Yeah." I popped open the hood. 

"Oh, is that the 429?"

I shook my head, impressed that he almost identified it. "No, the 428. 335 BHP, so not quite as much power as the 429, but then the 429 is probably the most powerful engine they ever had in the Cougar."

"Ah. Must be great off the line."

"Yeah, zero to sixty in about five seconds."

"That's great power."

I opened the door for Leon. He seemed a little shy around me: the sort of guys I liked but would never hook up with because they never asked me out. He sat down and put his hands on the steering wheel, and I walked around to close the hood. I could see him imagining the speed, the power, as he gripped the steering wheel. Ginger was seducing him; I could see it in his eyes. He wanted her. 

"Do you want to give it a test drive?"

"Yeah!" 

I slipped into the passenger seat. It was a new perspective for me. 

"So why are you selling it?" he asked.

I sighed at the question. "I don't know, I feel the need to conform a bit with the job I'm in. There's not that much practicality to a woman like me having a muscle car. I work in the petroleum industry so it fits the criteria of being a gas guzzler, but its expected that we all have shiny new cars."

"Ah. That sucks."

"Yeah," I nodded in agreement. He had just turned the car down an empty street, pushing it up to sixty, seventy clicks. "You'll never get a feel for it here, you should take it out on the highway."

"Okay, I don't know the city that well..."

"Turn left here." I gave him instructions for getting out of town, and then closed my eyes. 

"Can we listen to some music?" he asked. I put in my driving tape. The heavy rumble of Steppenwolf's most famous song greeted our ears: I like to dream yes, right between my sound machine, on a cloud of sound I drift in the night, any place it goes is right, goes far, flies near to the stars and away from here, well...

I looked across at him nodding his head and mouthing the words. I was doing it, too. He looked back at me, and we smiled. It was a nice moment. I closed my eyes and listened the engine beneath the radio. He was handling the clutch well. That put me at ease. 

"How long have you had it?"

"Fifteen years. Ever since I was eighteen."

I saw him doing the math in his head. "No way... you're in your thirties?"

"Don't remind me."

"No, it's just that you don't look it."

I didn't acknowledge the compliment. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Hmmm."

Something about this was perfect. I looked at this nice, nervous teen and saw something of myself that first year that I left home to go to school. Was he still a virgin? I closed my eyes and leaned my head back in the sun. A distinctive guitar riff came through the speakers, and then Gordon Lightfoot's baritone: I can see her lying back in a satin dress, in a room where you do what you don't confess...

I closed my eyes and let myself imagine a boy reaching across and touching me, hand on my thigh, all the way up to my panties as I drove. Except that I was not driving. I was the passenger, and it was up to me here to do any seducing. But I was not a seducer. Ginger was a seducer. Lily had been a seducer. The many men I had known, they had been seducers. But I was the seduced. 

I opened my eyes and looked across at this boy. He was too young. Much too young for me: 11 years difference. What was it they called women who seduced younger men? Ah yes, cougars. The irony of the word had never occurred to me before, mainly because I had never thought of myself as that sort of woman. 

"So, what do you think of the car?"

"I love it! Its wonderful to drive."

"Yeah. And it'll be great for picking up girls."

"Well, I don't know about that."

"What, you got a girlfriend?"

"No..."

"That surprises me," I said. It was hard, initiating the flirting. The guys all did it to me with so much ease. Coming from my lips, it sounded awkward and forced. And Leon looked awkward, but that was exactly the reaction that the seduced always has. That's how I always felt. 

"Well, its just that I never dated any girls back home, really, and there are some cute girls at school, but I've only just moved here."

"Well, the back seat is a little cramped, you know." He was blushing, and I was starting to feel more confident. "You wouldn't be interested, though."

"Its none of my business, really."

"Well if you're going to buy the car, its important to know its history, right? It has a rather extensive history, that way."

He swallowed hard and nodded. 

"I lost my virginity in the backseat here when I was 18, your age. And I have had about nine guys in total in the back. My friend Lily had about four. And I've had four in the passenger seat. I've been fingered by at least a dozen more, but those don't really count." I was approximating the numbers, maybe exaggerating them a bit. "And lets see, about three on the hood." 

"Wow."

"Yeah, Ginger and I have had quite a past. But I should explain that pretty much every guy I've ever had, I've had in this car."

"Ginger?"

"Oh, that's my pet name for the car."

"Ah. My brother called his car Roderick. I don't know why, I think he just thought that it looked like a Roderick. It did, kinda. And this car, it definitely looks like a Ginger..."

He was babbling a bit--I was loving his nervousness. I put my hand on his thigh, and closed my eyes again. Listening to the sound of the engine. He was quiet too, probably completely uncertain about what to do. I stroked his thigh a bit, running a finger along the inside seam of his jeans. Then I traced up the other side, and he gasped as my finger ran across his cock. It was nice and hard. 

"So, I've told you my sexual history."

"Yeah."

"Are you gonna tell me yours?"

"Ah... well... there really isn't much to tell."

"You're a virgin, aren't you?" I asked.

"Ummm..."

"Its okay, I think that's really hot."

I ran my hand up over his stomach, and then down into his pants, right down, beneath the underwear. He gasped again, and I heard him lift his foot off the gas a bit.

"Keep driving," I said, feeling the heat of his cock. Then I pulled my hand out and began undoing his pants. "You don't mind, do you?" I asked. 

"Uh, no."

I undid my seatbelt, and leaned across. His cock popped up as I pulled down the elastic of his shorts. It was nice and thick and swollen. I moaned a little sliding one hand up my own thigh as I gripped his cock and put my lips around his cock. I'm not one for a lot of licking and teasing. I love to get it right in there while it's still a little soft and get used to it. He put a hand on my back, stroking me a bit, unsure of what to do. I pushed down until his head rubbed against the back of my throat. I heard him moan, and I came up for air.

"You like that?"

"Oh yeah..."

"Mmmm, I love sucking your virgin cock." I said. I ran my hand up to my panties. "I've gotten all wet, sitting here thinking about you..."

"Oh god..."

We hit a bump in the road and my head bounced down hard against his cock; I gagged a bit, but kept going, keeping a fast pace. It was intense, fingering myself and sucking him while he drove my car. My mouth needed a rest though, so I took him out, and focused on his balls, just gripping his staff and taking one off his little cahones in my mouth. He moaned loudly. It took only about ten second of that until he came. I didn't realize it at first; otherwise I would have taken him in my mouth. Instead, his cum squirted out over my face, and landed on the steering wheel. 

"Oh fuck," he said. 

"You like getting sucked off?" I asked, cleaning off his cock with my lips and tongue. 

"Oh fuck, I can't believe it."

I sat up, then noticed the cum all over the steering wheel. I pulled his hand away, leaning in to lick it off the imitation leather. "Mmmm, you've got tasty cum." It wasn't bad, a touch bitter, but every guy loves hearing that their cum is like manna. And really, I love tasting a guy. 




Back Seat Driver



Hello and welcome to my readers. Thank you for your feedback and votes on my first story. I hope you enjoy this one. Please let me know if you like it. Comments, feedback and votes are welcomed. Once again, I extend my thanks to Alex the Cat for her continued advice and encouragement.

*

"Oh, please car, just another block, pleeeease." 

Shelby Foster gripped the large steering wheel as her car surged and sputtered down the busy street. "I can't believe I'm talking to this dinosaur," she muttered, looking frantically for Dave's Garage.

"Oh yeah, Dave fixes these older models," the man at the gas station had said, "Just two blocks down on the right, can't miss it."

"I better not miss it," muttered Shelby, "This excuse for a car won't go much farther." Said excuse for a car was, in fact, a royal blue 1959 Chevrolet Impala convertible. Her Uncle Leo had kept it in mint condition, leaving it to her in his will. His 'baby', he called it. Now her 'baby' was having a bad case of hiccups and Shelby was close to tears.

I sure seem to be hitting rough patches in my life lately, she thought. First it was her supervisor at the accounting firm pestering her for a date. She had told him that she wasn't interested in men, but he was annoyingly persistent. Upper management was no help, so she finally quit. Then Sheryl, her lover of two years, decided that they should see other people. They had a huge fight and she left one morning without as much as a goodbye. The final straw was an accounting mix-up in depositing her final paycheck and her apartment manager threatening her with eviction if she didn't pay her rent immediately. Finally, Shelby decided to strike out for some place different, hoping her luck would change along with her address.

Shelby found a new job and an apartment in Clear Lake City through on-line services. She packed her car, said goodbye to her family and friends and headed out to the great unknown. Six months later and a thousand miles away, she was building a new life for herself. Then last Saturday the 'dinosaur' had arrived on a flatbed truck, much to Shelby's amazement. It was huge and dwarfed her Volkswagen Golf. A week later, she decided to take it for a drive. She felt as if she was piloting a boat rather than a car and now here she was, frantically looking for some one to repair it.

There it was, Dave's Garage, hooray! She turned into the open bay door and turned off the ignition. 'Baby' gave a final shake and was still. Shelby opened the door and climbed out, glad to be on solid ground. "Hello," she called into the garages cavernous interior, "Is anyone here that can help me?"

"Okay, okay, I'm comin', I'm comin," a gruff voice replied. Walking towards her was a tall, heavy set man wearing grease stained coveralls. Shelby immediately noticed his deep green eyes, framed by gray bushy eyebrows. He had a full gray beard and shoulder length gray hair. He looked like Santa Claus, without the red suit. Shelby stared at the man, fascinated. "What's wrong, little lady?" asked 'Santa'. Shelby continued to stare. "Is this your car, miss?" The man said, walking toward the convertible, "what's the problem?"

Shelby snapped out of it, "I, I don't know, I was driving back to my apartment, when it began to jerk and shake, can you fix it, please?"

The man looked at the car appraisingly, "Hmmm, a '59, looks in good shape, can't be too much wrong." He turned and called into the garage, "Hey, Matt, come look at this beauty." 

"Right there," was the reply. Was that a woman's voice? Shelby wondered. Matt emerged from a doorway and strode towards them. "Oh wow," she said under her breath, "that's a woman all right." Shelby's heart began to pound. The woman was tall, at least six foot, almost as tall as 'Santa'. She looked to be in her late twenties, about Shelby's age. Brick red hair hung to her shoulders, long bangs brushing red eyebrows. Her deep green eyes were set in a heart shaped face, her skin rosy pink with a dusting of freckles on her nose and cheeks. Although her baggy coveralls concealed her figure, her long limbs and broad shoulders were quite apparent. "Nice '59, Pop," said Matt, "who belongs to this one?"

"This little lady," 'Santa' replied. The red haired beauty turned and looked at Shelby, who was still staring at her. Oh my goddess she's so cute, Shelby thought, I think I'm in love.

Now the redhead was staring back. The woman before her was almost her height, with long chestnut hair, a softly rounded face and hazel eyes that sparkled. Her hip hugger skirt and tight fitting cropped top emphasized a willowy figure with slim hips and perky breasts. Her tanned skin glowed, her legs were toned and she had the cutest little upturned nose. Their eyes locked and the world receded rapidly into the background.

"Hey, ladies," said 'Santa', "when you're done checking each other out, maybe we can determine what's wrong with this car."

"Sorry, Pop," Matt tore her eyes away from Shelby's, "I'll get right on it." "That's my girl," said 'Santa'. He extended his grease stained hand to Shelby, "I'm Dave Callahan and that's my daughter Mattie, she prefers Matt. She can take this old Chevy apart and put it back together blindfolded."

"Hi Dave," Shelby replied, "Nice to meet you," she paused, "and Matt. I'm Shelby, Shelby Foster."

"Hi there Shelby Foster," came the muffled voice from under the Chevy's hood. Shelby walked to her car and peered under the hood feigning interest. She really wanted to look at Matt.

"We own this garage together," Dave continued, "I taught her just about everything she knows about cars."

Dave was fiercely proud of his only child. She was all he had left since his beloved wife Maggie had died three years ago. When Mattie was younger and displayed a natural aptitude for repairing all things mechanical, Dave had encouraged her at every turn. She was at the top of her class in technical school and Dave couldn't have been more pleased. He knew Mattie's choice to enter an essentially male dominated profession would not be easy, but he knew she had the determination to succeed. Mattie knew many men wouldn't want to have a woman working on their car, especially if it was an expensive or a classic model. But she had persisted in her chosen field, her abilities quickly overcoming most male prejudices toward a 'girl mechanic'. Now she had a following among the vintage car collectors and had become an accepted member of the car owners and mechanics 'fraternity'.

Matt had been working quietly during her father's introduction. "Found it," she said, looking up from the engine at Shelby. "Spark plug wires came loose from the distributor. These old V-Eights could run on seven, maybe six cylinders for a while, but you could make a milkshake riding in it." Her face broke into a broad smile, "All fixed and ready to go."

Oh no, thought Shelby, so soon, I wanted to talk to her for a while. "Are you sure it's fixed," she asked, "I have a long drive back to my apartment."

"Of course it's fixed, Ms. Foster," said Matt, closing the hood, "you think I don't know what I'm doing?"

"Uh, uh, no," Shelby stammered, blushing, "I thought you might want to check, um, some other things to, ah, make absolutely sure." She smiled at Matt and tried to look concerned.

Matt caught on at last. "Oh, oh, yeah, lots of other things to check, may take a while."

Dave was catching on too. "I'm gonna' do some paper work in the office, ladies, see ya' later." *

"What do you think we need to check first", Shelby asked, walking closer to Matt. She was twirling her hair in her fingers and smiling. Matt could smell her enticing perfume and her boxers were suddenly damp. Where did this beauty come from? She wondered; she's so damn sexy.

"Uh, maybe we should take it out for a test run, you know, on the interstate, to, uh, sees how it drives," Matt finally replied. "I'll take off these coveralls, don't wanna get grease on the upholstery, um, be right back."

Shelby watched Matt walk away, becoming more intrigued by the minute. To hell with the car, she thought, I know what I want to take for a test run. After a few minutes, the redhead returned. Shelby felt a shiver run down her spine. Now Matt wore a black sleeveless gym shirt that barely contained her large breasts and gray athletic shorts cut high on her muscled thighs. She left her work boots on, which appeared very sexy to Shelby. The rosy skin on her bare arms and legs was lightly freckled, fueling Shelby's sudden desire. Oh my goddess, she thought, she's beautiful. I want her and I want her now. Her face was flushed and she was breathing heavily.

"Let's ride," said Matt, "do you want to..."

"Drive?" Shelby said, "Um, no, would you please." She smiled prettily, "after all, you are the mechanic."

Matt could tell she was turning Shelby on. Hell, this brown-haired beauty was turning her on. She wanted to take this sexy thing in the back room for a marathon of pussy eating, but decided that this wasn't the place to do it. She would have her chance later, she was almost certain of that.

Before they drove away, Matt asked, "How about a little wind in our hair?" Shelby nodded and grinned, happy to be with this lovely woman. The Chevy's top retracted smoothly and Matt snapped on the cover. "Back in a while, pop," she hollered, "out for a test run."

In his office, Dave heard the rumble of the V-Eight as they drove away. He grinned to himself. The way those two were looking at each other, that Chevy might not be the only thing that's gets a test run. When Matt had told he and Maggie seven years ago that she was gay, they were both comfortable with her chosen lifestyle, only wanting her happiness. However Matt didn't date much, spending most of her time in the garage. Maybe his 'girl' and this Foster woman would hit it off, Matt thought; she needs someone in her life besides me and her car collecting friends.*

As they drove to the interstate, Shelby asked, "How long have you been a mechanic?"

"Since I could hold a wrench," replied Matt, "I hung around the garage so much when I was a kid, Pop decided to put me to work. I did my first tune-up when I was fourteen and pulled my first engine when I was sixteen. Pop sent me to Tech School when I was eighteen. I love fixing cars. I like restoring them, too."

"I don't know much about cars." said Shelby, "I just turn the key and it goes, except for today." She laughed and began teasing Matt. She tossed her hair and arched her back, pressing her breasts against the tight top. As she stretched, her skirt raised high on her long legs.

Oh Jesus, thought Matt, she's practically waving it in my face. She pressed down on the gas pedal, going faster. Her crotch was soaked. I've got to have this woman, she's driving me nuts.

Shelby couldn't take her eyes off Matt's muscled arms. She wanted them wrapped around her. She wanted to bury her face between those beautiful breasts. Her panties were flooded. Where could they go to be alone? The roar of the powerful engine and the rush of air made conversation difficult, so they sat silently as their passions rose.

Matt saw they were approaching the Waterside Park exit and had an idea, "We need to see how your car handles on narrow roads," she said, "I think the Park would be a good place."

"Oh yes," Shelby replied excitedly, "a long drive on a narrow road would be a good test." She hoped they could find a secluded spot and make love. Soon, they were among the trees, driving on winding roads and the conversation resumed. Matt learned Shelby had moved to town six months ago, worked as an accountant, lived in an apartment on the east side and had inherited the car from an eccentric uncle. Neither woman was seeing anyone at the moment, much to the others delight.

Here we go, thought Matt, I'm almost positive she likes me, but I gotta be sure. "So, Shelby," Matt said, "Do you like girls?"

"No," said Shelby, she paused and Matt's heart sank. "I like women, and I really like you." Matt's heart jumped in her throat. "In fact," said Shelby, her voice suddenly dropping in pitch, "if we can find some private place, we can see just how much we like each other." She slid across the vinyl seat, pressing her body against Matt, stroking her thigh and licking her ear. Matt was going wild with lust. Shelby's fingers had left her thigh, slowly stroking her wet pussy through the thin fabric of her shorts. Seeing a service road and ignoring the 'No Admittance Park Personnel Only' sign, she drove until they reached a turnaround. They were deep in the forest and could not be seen from the main road. Perfect.

Shutting off the engine, she pushed the seat back and Shelby slid eagerly into her arms. Their lips met in a long, deep kiss, tongues probing and curling, saliva mingling. Their bodies were on fire as they rubbed against each other, devouring each others mouths. Matt unzipped Shelby's skirt as she tugged at Matt's shorts. Clothes flew in all directions as they began to explore each other. Matt moaned as Shelby's hands cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between finger and thumb. Matt slipped a probing finger into Shelby's wet pussy, pushed her on her back and slid on top of her. Their legs entwined and their hips twisted together as they stretched out on the car seat.

Shelby ground her sopping pussy against Matt's strong thigh, coating it with her flowing juices. Matt straddled Shelby's thigh, squeezing and licking her firm breasts. Shelby gripped Matt's firm ass they slid against each other, their gasps and moans becoming louder as they came close to orgasm. Frantically rubbing her throbbing clit against Matt's slick hip, Shelby screamed and exploded, arching her back, her cum flowing like a fountain. Matt's body pulsed as she felt her orgasm ripping through her. She ground her sopping pussy against Shelby's velvet skin; her clit feeling as if it would burst. Erupting violently, she sobbed in her orgasm, flooding Shelby's thigh with warm cum. The women lay stunned; holding each other tightly as their orgasms gradually subsided. "Oooohh, just damn," Matt gasped, "that was amazing." Shelby nodded, unable to speak at first. She felt warm and protected in Matt's arms, wanting to stay there forever. Matt jerked away suddenly, "Oww, a cramp, damn it." She threw open the car door and began to rub her thigh. "It hurts like hell, I gotta walk it off." She began to limp around the car, muttering.

Getting out of the car, Shelby decided to look for their clothes. They littered the ground and she bent to pick them up. Matt's eyes were glued to Shelby's spreading ass cheeks and dripping pussy as she repeatedly leaned over. The cramp was lessening and Matt was once again aroused.

Shelby squealed as strong arms lifted her by her shoulders and legs. "You drive me crazy," Matt growled in her ear, "I want to eat your pussy, NOW."

"Does the big, strong woman want to eat my little pussy?" Shelby asked in a childlike voice.

"Damn right," Matt replied, sitting Shelby on the car's hood, spreading her legs apart and gripping her sweet ass. Shelby leaned back on her elbows, a cool breeze growing a crop of goose bumps on her bare skin. Nuzzling Shelby's neatly trimmed bush, Matt licked the engorged pussy lips spread before her, up and down, over and over. 

Shelby twitched and moaned, "Ohhhh, Matt, please, eat my pussy, lick my clit, make me cum." Matt continued to tease, darting her stiff tongue among the fleshy folds, licking and nibbling, sucking the sweet pussy juices into her mouth. Shelby began to squeeze her breasts and pull on the stiff nipples. She had to cum so badly it almost hurt, but Matt continued to tease her. Then she had an idea. 

Bending her leg, she found Matt's crotch with her slim foot and pushed upwards, shoving all five toes into Matt's juicy pussy. Matt screamed as Shelby's foot entered her. She felt wiggling toes stroking her soft inner lips, the big toe finding her clit and rubbing it. Matt stopped teasing. Engulfing Shelby's creaming pussy with her mouth, she sucked and gobbled the sweet flesh, probing deeply with stiffened tongue, eating as if she was starving and this was the only food. Shelby gasped and moaned as her pussy was consumed. She frantically wiggled her foot in Matt's gushing pussy, rubbing the soft walls; wanting to bring her off as she felt herself beginning to cum.

The sensation of being foot fucked by this sexy woman drove Matt wild. Scrubbing her clit against Shelby's big toe, she began to tug on Shelby's pulsing clit with her teeth, driving three fingers again and again deep into her creaming pussy. Shelby's back arched as her orgasm hit, spraying Matt's face with cum. Howling like a banshee, her leg jerked upward, driving her foot further into Matt. Her pussy gushing on Shelby's foot, Matt's body locked up under the force of her orgasm. She tried to scream, but her mouth was full of Shelby's sopping cunt. The blood pounded in her ears and Shelby's sobbing wails seemed to come from far away. She felt herself blacking out. Grabbing her lover for support, she succeeded only in dragging them to the ground. 

Moaning softly, Shelby slowly regained her senses. Realizing they were lying on the forest floor, she began to shake her lover gently. "Matt, Matt, sweetie, wake up, please wake up." Matt's eyes fluttered open and she groaned. Cradling Matt in her arms, Shelby began to cry with relief that her lover was awake. "Oh my sweetheart, you're okay, I was so scared."

Matt stroked Shelby's face, brushing away the tears, "Don't cry, babe, it'll take more than a dynamite orgasm to knock me out for long. Where the hell did you learn that little trick with the foot? I thought my head was ready to blow off."

Shelby giggled, her fright forgotten, "I saw it in a porn flick once in college. I've never tried it before. You liked it, huh?"

"Yeah," said Matt, "I liked it a lot, but my puss is gonna be sore for a while." 

"Poor baby," Shelby replied, "want me to kiss it and make it all better?" She began to lick Matt's ear.

"Good God, woman," Matt stumbled to her feet, "You're insatiable."

"I'm insatiable where you're concerned, sweetie," Shelby replied, accepting Matt's hand pulling her up.

Matt pulled on her shorts, "We better get a move on, Pop's gonna think we ran off together."

"And that would be bad, how?" Shelby asked, buttoning her skirt. "Now that you've had your way with me, you're stuck with me." Matt held the door open for Shelby, kissed her hard and vaulted over the seat, landing behind the wheel. Shelby's eyes widened at the stunt.

"Saw that one in an old movie about hot rods," laughed Matt, as the engine roared to life and they headed home. The new lovers could not keep their hands away from each other as they rode along, tickling and teasing until a State Trooper pulled alongside and gave them a stern look. They both giggled and waved as Matt took the off ramp back to the garage. 

*

I'm gonna give 'em ten more minutes," muttered Dave, "then I'm closing the doors. Where in the hell are they, anyway?" he chuckled, "as if I didn't know." Right on cue, the big Chevy rolled into the garage. Dave smiled as he saw Shelby snuggled up to Matt, her head on his daughter's broad shoulder. They were both grinning like kids on Christmas morning. At least someone's happy, he thought. "Well ladies," Dave hollered, "how did the test run go?"

"Fine," both women replied. They looked at each other and began to laugh. Dave noticed the spots and smears on the Chevy's highly polished hood, but decided not to say anything.

"Look," he said, "I'm closing in about ten minutes, what are you ladies gonna do? I'm going home, I'm tired." He turned and walked back in the office.

"Poor Pop," said Matt, her face somber, "He's never been the same since Mom died three years ago. I think he keeps this place open just so he'll have something to do."




Back Seat Driver



"I'm so sorry," said Shelby, "I bet you miss your Mom a lot."

"Every day," Matt replied, "She had breast cancer. By the time she was diagnosed, it was too late. Mom never was much for doctors, anyway." Matt leaned back against the fender, her eyes suddenly wet with tears. "She was so brave. We stayed with her right to the end. I thought I had cried myself out, now look at me."

Shelby hugged her lover, kissing her tears. "I'm so sorry, Matt; I can't imagine what you and your father must have gone through. I know I would miss my mother terribly if she was gone."

Matt sighed, "It was really rough on Pop. He and Mom had been married since they were teenagers. He told me it's like a part of him was torn out."

Shelby stroked Matt's damp cheek, "Don't be sad, sweetie. He'll find someone else to love, someday. Look how we have found each other."

Matt kissed Shelby's fingers, "I hope so, babe, I hope so." She shook her head, then brightened and looked at Shelby. "Got anything on tonight, love?"

"Other than being with you, not a thing," Shelby replied, giving her a kiss, "You're stuck with me, remember?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot," said Matt, getting a swat from Shelby, "I'll pick you up around eight and we'll go to this club I know. It's the weekend, so it'll be rocking. By the way, where do you live?" After exchanging addresses and 'phone numbers, the women reluctantly parted. 

Shelby was floating as she drove home. It was all she could do to concentrate on her driving. Oh you wonderful car, she thought, thanks for breaking down. I just had mind blowing sex with the hottest woman I've ever met and now were going out on a date. I know she really likes me and I'm falling hard for her. I'm so nervous. I hope I don't screw this up like the last time with Sheryl. By a quarter of eight, Shelby had tried on most of her wardrobe, but still couldn't decide what to wear. Glancing at the clock, she decided to go with the yellow miniskirt and white cropped blouse with the plunging neckline. Thoughts of showing a lot of leg and cleavage to Matt had her excited. She slipped on her sandals and touched up her lipstick one more time. The doorbell chimed and Shelby jumped. Not too nervous, she thought, opening the door. 

The woman standing before her was stunning. It was Matt, but she looked so different! No work clothes this time. Her hair was curled and she was wearing makeup, just enough to complement her pinkish white skin. She wore a light green sleeveless blouse, cut low to emphasize her large breasts and a dark green skirt. The hem cut well above the knee, exposing her firm thighs. Simple jade earrings, green purse and white sandals completed her outfit. Shelby stood gaping at the vision standing before her, her throat was dry and her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth.

"Hi Shel," said Matt, "Ready to shake it up?" Matt looked at Shelby, "Are you okay, babe? I'm on time, aren't I?"

"Oh yes, oh yes," said Shelby, gaining control. "I, I was a little surprised, I guess. You're so beautiful, I couldn't think for a minute." She blushed, "I'm so ready to go anywhere with you." 

"Then let's hit it," said Matt, offering her arm, "lock up and we'll go par-tee." The surprises weren't over for Shelby. When they walked out of her building, one of the prettiest cars she had ever seen was parked in the circular drive. "Shelby," Matt said, "meet 'Maggie'. I named her after my mom."

"Oh, she's beautiful," said Shelby excitedly, "What kind of car is it?"

"A '55 Chevy Bel Air," replied Matt, beaming with pride. "Restored it myself, well, Pop helped a little. It took us over two years. How about a ride to the club in this beauty, if you don't mind being stared at, that is."

Shelby walked slowly around the car, admiring the shiny red and white paint, the brilliant chrome, the white wall tires and the gleaming wheels. It was impressive. "Oh Matt," she said excitedly, "I would be honored to ride in it with you." 

Matt opened the door and waved her in, "Your carriage awaits, m'lady, by the way, nice legs." Shelby blushed again. Mmmm, Matt thought, this woman makes me so hot I can't stand it. Matt talked about the car as they drove to the club, but Shelby was looking at Matt, not really listening to what she was saying. Matt's long legs, her full breasts and luscious lips commanded all of Shelby's attention. She wanted her tongue in Matt's pussy and couldn't concentrate.

"... tore down and rebuilt the 327, put on dual carbs and pipes, hooked up a Hurst shifter, yeah, I know it's not stock, but it's pretty cool..." Matt was saying as they drove to the unassuming entrance of the club. The valet, a young man looking barely out of high school, walked up, smiling at Matt.

"Hi, Ms. Callahan, how's it goin'? Taking 'Maggie' out for a drive tonight? Special occasion, I bet."

"Yep," said Matt, "In fact, here she is. Shelby Foster, meet Jim Greene. Jim always takes good care of 'Maggie'." Jim opened the doors for Shelby and Matt. As she was getting out, Matt handed the boy a Twenty and the keys, "Keep her safe for me, Jim." 

"I'll put her in the secured lot, Ms. Callahan," he replied, sliding carefully behind the wheel and driving away. Shelby liked the club immediately. Matt told her it was called simply, 'The Place', a place to drink, dance and have fun. Entertainment was supplied by a five piece band that could play just about any style of music and a disc jockey during the breaks with about a million CD's he could choose from. "No ones stumped him yet with a request," laughed Matt.

Shelby also noticed the patrons were a cross section of the city's population. Men and women, young and old, black, brown and white, gay and straight; everyone was just having a good time. She understood why Matt liked it so much. And everyone seemed to know Matt. Shelby had met so many people after they had been there for a few hours, she couldn't remember all their names. They talked to everyone, but mostly they danced, both to the fast tunes and the slow ones. Shelby really liked the slow ones. She loved being in Matt's arms, holding her close, feeling her heart beat. No one gave them a second glance. They were just another couple on the dance floor.

During the pauses between sets, Matt drank the dark beers on tap, Shelby preferring white wine. As the evening wore on, they were both getting a little drunk. They were also thoroughly aroused. Shelby wanted Matt so badly she couldn't stand it. They were having so much fun, she didn't want to leave; but she wanted to be between Matt's legs, licking her pussy until she screamed. Matt was lusting for Shelby as well. The way she shook her booty and rubbed against her on the dance floor was more than Matt could bear. It was taking every bit of her will power not to pull Shelby into a dark corner and eat her juicy cunt all night long.

Suddenly, Matt saw Johnnie Owens the club's owner,walking her way. She had helped him install a new transmission in his 1952 Hudson Hornet, so he owed her a favor. When Shelby returned from the Lady's Room, she saw the two talking and smiling. After a brief introduction, Johnnie walked away.

"What were you two talking about?" Shelby asked.

Matt didn't answer her. "Grab your purse, babe," she said, "There's another part of the club I want you to see." They walked down a short hallway that Shelby had not seen before, despite her trips to the bar and the Lady's room. Matt opened a green metal door with the key Dave had given her. They stepped into a large furnished room. Shelby was at first surprised, and then she knew. "Dave rents this place some times," Matt said, "but it's ours tonight."

Locking the door behind them, she took Shelby in her arms. Shelby was shaking with desire as Matt kissed her repeatedly and nibbled on her neck. Shelby felt her knees becoming weak as she held Matt tightly in her arms. Matt could see the lust in Shelby's eyes and knew that they mirrored her own. Her hands shook as she began to undress her lover, who in turn began to undress her. In a moment, both women were naked. Eagerly resuming their embrace, they placed soft kisses on each others lips, eyes, and foreheads; sweet kisses, the kisses only lovers know. As they kissed, they began to slowly caress each other, discovering every curve and crevice of their partner's body. Gone was the urgency of their first, frantic fucking in the park, this was to be a slow, tender loving, a merging of their bodies and their souls. Holding hands, they walked towards the large bed in the corner of the room. Pulling back the covers, they lay back on the cool sheets, pillows cradling their heads. Holding Shelby's hand, Matt felt as if her heart would burst. She was about to make love once more to the most exciting woman she had ever met. Shivering in anticipation, she rolled on her side, staring at Shelby's beautiful face. Her lover laid perfectly still, her breasts slowly rising and falling as she breathed, eyes closed and lips slightly parted. Matt leaned over Shelby, kissing her face and lips, inhaling the fragrance of perfume and sweat from their evening of dancing. Shelby opened her eyes and looked at her adoringly. "Make love to me Matt", she whispered, "make love to me all night long." She closed her eyes once more and trembled as she awaited her lovers touch. 

Matt began to stroke Shelby's body, caressing every inch of skin. She licked the pebbly aureole of each beautiful breast, over and over, sucking each rock hard nipple deep in her mouth. Shelby writhed and moaned, begging her to move further down. She wanted Matt's mouth on her sopping pussy, but was unwilling to end the caresses and licks that were sending ripples of pleasure through her. Her clit was swelling, throbbing with her need. Now Matt's tongue was probing her belly button, licking the silky tummy flesh, ruffling her pubic hair. She could endure it no longer, "Please Matt," she gasped, "eat my pussy, lick it, suck it, it's yours, my love, it's yours."

Matt slid down the bed, licking Shelby's legs. Spreading them apart, she lay on her tummy, kissing and nipping gently on the flesh of each firm thigh. Shelby's hips began to jerk as she continued to beg Matt to eat her, eat her. Finally, Matt gripped Shelby's thighs in her strong hands, bringing the drooling pussy to her mouth. She nibbled and licked the puffy outer lips, then darted her tongue in and out of the pink hole, nuzzling the throbbing clit with her nose. Shelby dug her heels into the mattress and clawed at the sheets. Her senses were swimming, floating in a red haze. "Ohhhh, Matt, please, please, suck me, eat me, bite me, ahhhhhh."

Matt didn't want to stop loving Shelby's delicious pussy. She eagerly licked and swallowed the sweet juices, sucking the inner lips into her mouth, exploring the soft walls with her tongue. Feeling the warm, wet muscle deep inside her body, Shelby clamped her thighs against Matt's head, trapping her face in the depths of her pussy. She felt her orgasm building, building. She began to whimper, her throat constricting, muscles in her neck tightening.

Matt felt her lover beginning to cum and launched a final assault on her gushing pussy. She sucked hard on Shelby's clit, worrying it with her tongue, plunging four fingers deep into the creamy depths. She wanted to fist her lover, but didn't think she was ready for it, yet. Shelby's hips rose from the mattress as she bucked and thrashed. Matt held on like a bulldog, driving her fingers harder into the juicy cunt, inhaling Shelby's throbbing clit. Shelby shrieked and howled, "Aaahhhh, ohhhhh, fuck me lover, fuck me, fuck meeeeee..." her orgasms rolling over her like ocean waves.

Matt choked and swallowed desperately. She was drowning in Shelby's juicy cum and enjoying every second of it. She couldn't catch her breath, her face and hair were soaked, but she still wanted more. Shelby gave a final wail, shuddered and fell back limp on the bed. Matt looked up and saw only the whites of her eyes. Moving up the bed, she cradled her lover in her arms, crooning softly, "Shel, Shel, sweetie, come back, baby, come back to me, please."

Shelby moaned as her senses returned. When she could focus again, she saw the concern on Matt's face. "I'm okay, darling," she smiled weakly, "talk about a mind bending orgasm, I think I had five. My goddess, woman, you are nothing short of incredible." Matt hugged her tightly, relieved that she was okay. After a few minutes, Shelby stretched and sighed. Sitting up, she gripped Matt by her broad shoulders, pushing her body to the mattress. "Now, it's your turn," she said, grinning.

Matt smiled back at her, "You're sure you're up to it? You came pretty hard."

"Oh yes," Shelby replied, "I'll always be ready for you." She straddled Matt's waist, "You're going to enjoy this, my love. I'm taking you to paradise."

Matt never wanted to leave that bed. Shelby's warm lips, darting tongue and delicate fingers were touching her everywhere. Her lover was finding erogenous zones Matt never knew she had. The hollow of her neck, her armpits, the backs of her knees, Matt was awash in pleasure. "Sweetie," Shelby said her voice thick with lust, "I want you to roll over on your tummy. I'm going to make love to that delicious ass of yours." Matt's senses were on overload. Shelby somehow knew how sensitive she was back there. This woman was wonderful.

Matt rolled over eagerly, getting on her knees and putting her head on the pillow. She thrust her butt high in the air, shivering as she awaited Shelby's touch. Shelby was entranced by Matt's glorious ass. She licked and sucked each butt cheek until they glistened with saliva. The pinkish brown, puckered hole drew Shelby's tongue like a magnet. She began rimming it, enjoying Matt's gasps as she licked closer and closer to her treasure. With one more saliva filled lick, she stiffened her tongue and began to burrow it into the wrinkled orifice. Matt screamed with delight as Shelby's probing tongue slipped past the ring of muscle into her pulsing asshole. The hot, wet intruder exploring her tender inner flesh was sheer ecstasy.

Pulling out her tongue, Shelby lubricated two fingers with pussy juice and plunged them into the puckered hole past the knuckles. Simultaneously, she thrust three fingers of her other hand into Matt's gushing pussy, rotating them rapidly. Matt felt as if she would faint, but held on, wanting the sensations to last. Shelby's magic fingers in her pussy and asshole were sending her into orbit. She pushed back frantically onto Shelby's fingers, trying to drive them deeper into her holes. "Ohhhh, fuckkk," she wailed, "please, baby, please, fuck my asshole, fuck my pussy, fuck them, ahhhhhh..."

Shelby pumped harder adding another finger to the two already in Matt's ass. Matt almost tore the pillow in half. She had never been fucked like this in her life! She was beyond rapture, beyond any feelings she had ever had before. Knowing that the person bringing her such pleasure was the one she loved intensified the sensations. Suddenly her orgasm slammed into her, "Unnnhhh, my sweet baby, my love, I'm cumming, I'm cumminggg, eeeeeehhhh..." Matt's body stiffened, locking her pussy and ass muscles around Shelby's fingers. She spiraled through one orgasm after another until she collapsed on the bed.

Shelby carefully pulled her fingers free, scooting up the bed to check on her lover. Seeing Matt was okay, she carefully licked each coated finger, savoring the juices. Matt was curled up in a fetal position, snoring softly. Shelby pulled the blanket over them and cuddled with her sweetheart, reliving the wonderful day they had together. Relaxed and happy, she too fell asleep. When the women hadn't appeared by 3 a.m., Johnnie closed the club and left. They can let themselves out, he thought, sweet dreams, ladies. Shelby awoke in an unfamiliar place and momentarily panicked. Then she felt Matt's body next to her and relaxed. Gently rolling over, she saw a digital clock on the nightstand. Ten-thirty, did that say ten-thirty. What day was this? Had she missed work? She began to panic again. "Matt, sweetie, wake up, we have to leave, and we have to go, now."

Matt opened one eye and looked at the chestnut haired beauty next to her. "Well, good morning to you too. What's got you so jumpy all of a sudden?"

"Oh Matt," Shelby replied, "I'm sorry I was so abrupt. Good morning, my love. I was just scared we had over slept into the week."

"Relax, sweetie," Matt chuckled, "unless my ears are ringing from all that great sex last night, those are church bells I hear. It's Sunday, babe."

Shelby immediately relaxed and began kissing her red haired sweetheart, "Ohhh, it was so wonderful last night, I love you so much, I cant believe we've just met and I already feel we've been together for ages." 

Matt kissed her back, "Yeah, it's really weird how this all happened so fast, it's almost as if..." She sat bolt upright in bed. "Oh shit, oh shit, Sunday, today's Sunday, what time is it? Oh shit, we're gonna be late." She jumped from the bed and began dressing frantically.

Shelby began dressing too. "Where are we going?" she asked, "Where are we supposed to be?" They had begun to refer to themselves as 'we', not even realizing it.

"The Quarterly Vintage Car Show at the Fairgrounds, sweetie," Matt replied, pulling on her sandals, "The rest of the club won't let me forget it if we're not there with 'Maggie'. She always brings home a trophy."

"What club is this?" Shelby asked. "Can I join and be with you?"

"I'll explain as we go, babe," said Matt, "We gotta run." Letting themselves out through the rear door, they found 'Maggie' in the secured lot around the corner and were on their way. 

Matt drove Shelby to her apartment to wash and change clothes. "What shall I wear, Matt?" she asked.

"Jeans and a t-shirt is fine babe, nothin' fancy for The 'Double Duce's'." Matt explained that the 'Double Duce's' Car Club always brought their cars to the quarterly show. Matt, being a senior member and past President, felt obligated to be there, but she also wanted Shelby to be with her today. Okay, she thought, let's see how she likes being a part of my life this afternoon. Matt really hoped she would enjoy herself. She knew she was in love with Shelby and wanted her with her always. They drove back to Matt's so she could wash and change, then it was off to the fairgrounds. Shelby was happy to be with Matt, and that she was taking her to the car show. We're a couple, already, she thought. I want to be with her all the time, doing everything together, I love her so much. When they arrived at the fairgrounds, Shelby was in awe at the number of cars on display, row upon row of them. Paint waxed and glowing, chrome shining; white wall tires and continental kits, 'dog dish' hubcaps and fender skirts. Shelby felt like she had stepped back in time, this was going to be fun. As usual, Matt seemed to know everyone, stopping to talk again and again as they drove to the 'Double Duce's' display area. As Matt parked 'Maggie' in her assigned space, Shelby heard someone holler, "Hey Red, where the hell have you been and who's the skirt?" 

She looked to her right and saw Elvis Presley getting out of a purple convertible. At least it looked like Elvis, white jumpsuit, rhinestones and all. Matt jumped out of the Chevy and grabbed 'Elvis' by the shoulders, shaking him roughly. "Billy, how the hell are you, when did you get back from Vegas?"

"Just last week, little momma," said 'Elvis'. He looks and sounds just like him, Shelby thought, walking shyly up to them. 

"So," Billy was saying, "Are you still queer, or do you wanna be my teddy bear?"

Matt punched him in the shoulder and laughed, "Still queer, just like you. Hey, where's that stock broker you've been screwing lately, he find another guy?" 




Back Seat Driver



"Nah," replied Billy, "He had to go to his mommy's for dinner this afternoon, the little pansy." Before Matt could introduce them he stuck his hand out to Shelby. "Hi there, pretty lady, I'm Billy Connor."

Shelby giggled, "Hi 'Elvis', uh, Billy, Shelby Foster. How long have you and Matt been friends?"

"Over four years now," said Billy. "We met when she did an emergency repair on my Caddy after I had done a gig at 'The Place. We hit it off and we've been friends ever since."

"What a pretty car," said Shelby, "what kind is it?"

"That's a 1956 Cadillac Eldorado", Billy said proudly, "white roll and pleated leather interior, purple carpet on the floor. Just like 'The King'." Matt stood grinning during the exchange, her arm around Shelby's waist. She knows so many interesting people, thought Shelby, what a fascinating woman I'm with.

A small crowd began to gather around Matt and Billy, all discussing their cars. Soon, Shelby had met all the 'Double Deuces' members, as well as a unique assortment of other people with one thing in common, their cars. Shelby knew some of the car makes, but some were strange to her; Packard, Kaiser-Frazer, Nash, Studebaker, Edsel, Willy's, Hudson. Shelby had no idea there were so many cars that were no longer manufactured, but here they were, shining like new.

Matt walked her up and down the rows of cars, telling her about them. Shelby was so happy. Matt liked cars, she loved being with Matt, everything was fine as far as she was concerned. Then the show was coming to an end. 'Maggie' had won a trophy, "Her eighth," said Matt proudly. Then it was time to go home. Oh no, thought Shelby, the weekends over and I have to go to work tomorrow. I want to stay with Matt. I don't want to go to my apartment; I want to go home with her.

They rode back to Shelby's apartment in silence, her head resting on Matt's shoulder, both lost in thought. Matt pulled up to the door of her building and parked. Shelby didn't want to get out of the car. She lifted her head from Matt's shoulder, her eyes wet with tears. She looked at Matt and saw she was crying too. "I don't want you to go, babe," said Matt, wiping her eyes with her t-shirt sleeve, "Not now, now that we've found each other, come home with me, stay with me, I love you."

Shelby hugged Matt and began to kiss her again and again, tears running down her face. "Oh Matt, I love you so much, I don't want to ever leave you. I want to be with you always."

"Then hurry up there and pack a bag," Matt replied. "I'll circle the block 'till you come down."

The red and white Chevrolet rolled into Matt's garage and the door closed. Shelby had rushed through her apartment picking out clothes and other essentials in record time, shoving it all in a suitcase; they would get the rest the next weekend. Matt lived on the ground floor of the house that she and Pop shared. He lived upstairs and had his own entrance. They respected each others privacy, so Shelby didn't feel uncomfortable about moving in. They sat quietly in the cool of the garage, cuddling and kissing. Their elation in being together soon took a more passionate turn. Matt caressed Shelby's breast through the T-shirt. "Let's go inside, babe, where things are more comfy."

Shelby was feeling naughty. "I want to go in the back seat, sweetie, its comfy back there."

Matt looked at her and grinned, "You sure about that, lover? I have a big, soft bed inside."

Shelby opened the car door and began to pull her clothes off. "Put a blanket back there, babe, that vinyl is cold."

Matt pulled the front seat forward, got out on her side and began to strip. "Won't be cold for long," she laughed, opening the back doors. Unlocking the trunk, she reached inside, "One blanket, coming up." And something else, too, she thought excitedly. 

Naked once again, the women luxuriated in the touch of their skin, feeling fire in each contact. Matt cupped Shelby's breasts, sucking on each nipple. Shelby straddled Matt's waist, her soft hands moving down to mold her lover's ass cheeks. Matt slid two fingers into Shelby's moist pussy. Shelby moaned, pushing her finger from each hand in Matt's tight asshole. Shelby's foot brushed against a plastic tote bag half hidden under the front seat.

"Matt, oooh, that feels good. Matt, mmmmm, what's in the bag?"

"It's a surprise, uhhhhh, deeper, babe. It's a surprise for later."

"I want the surprise now, ahhhh, so good, please Matt."

Matt took her fingers out of Shelby's pussy and reached for the bag, "Think you can handle this beauty, my love?" 

Shelby stopped fingering Matt's asshole and watched in amazement as Matt removed the largest strap on she had ever seen and a tube of lubricant from the bag. The dildo was huge and bright pink, at least two inches thick with a purple head. "Oh Matt," she gasped, "it's wonderful, is that all for me?"

"Well, nine inches of it is yours, I get the other four and the tickler," Matt replied, fastening the false cock to the harness and rubbing lube on both ends. Shelby was quivering with desire. The woman she loved was about to fuck her silly in the back seat of a car and she couldn't wait. Matt moaned as she slid the short end of the dildo into her slick pussy, the ridges rubbing her clit as the upturned tickler searched for her G-spot. Buckling the straps around her hips, she sat back on the seat and motioned Shelby to straddle her, the nine inch phallus waving to and fro. Shelby spread her legs, kneeling on the seat facing Matt, her breasts brushing her lover's hair. "Take it slow, babe," Matt cautioned, "That's a lot of cock for any pussy, don't want you hurting yourself."

"I'll be careful," Shelby replied, wondering how much of this pink monster she could handle. "Here goes," she whispered, sliding the purple head between her pussy lips. She was creaming in anticipation, fluids dripping down her thighs and onto Matt's tummy. Slowly, she lowered herself on the monster, shifting her hips. The lovers watched as it slid it in another inch, then another, then another. Shelby had never felt so full. Her pussy walls were being stretched apart, but there was no pain. She felt wonderful.

Matt watched, her lust growing as Shelby slowly impaled herself on the false dick. Every time she wiggled another inch into her, Matt's end wiggled, the ridges rubbing her throbbing clit. Then the tickler found her G-spot, adding to her sweet agony. It was all she could do not to grab Shelby's hips, ramming the dildo deep inside and fucking her senseless. She did not want to hurt her, so she waited, beads of sweat running down her face. Shelby continued to move lower, inch by sweet inch, until she felt Matt's belly against hers, their breasts rubbing together.

"Oh my goddess," she gasped, "It's in me, you're all the way in me, fuck me, my love, fuck me."

Matt grasped Shelby by the waist and they kissed. "Let's take this one for a test run, beautiful," she purred in her lovers' ear.

They began with a smooth rocking rhythm, getting used to being filled and stimulated together. Shelby leaned back on her knees, gripping the seat back for balance, pulling several inches out and thrusting back down. Soon, the purple head was spreading her slick pussy lips before she pushed down on her lover's cock. Her deep thrusts were ramming the short end deep into Matt's sopping pussy, increasing the delicious friction on her clit and G-spot. 

Shelby began to scream. "Fuck me Matt, fuck me, fuck me, ahhhhh, it's so good, so good."

Matt threw her head against the seat back, her senses overloading. "Oohhhh, oh yeahhh, baby, take it all, fuck my cock, fuck my cock." 

Matt was about to cum and she wanted Shelby to cum with her. She grabbed Shelby's bouncing breasts in her hands, rubbing the hard nipples with her thumbs. Shelby threw back her head and howled, the stimulation of her breasts sending bolts of pleasure through her. She ground her throbbing clit again and again on the base of the plastic cock, her orgasm smashing through her like a runaway train. Matt's hands flew to Shelby's hips, thrusting the hard plastic shaft into them both, her orgasm ripping through her.

They erupted together, screaming and crying, thrashing frantically as wave after wave crashed over them. They continued to cum and cum until Shelby could take no more. She lifted up and rolled away from Matt, the huge cock slurping out of her soaking pussy. She sat gasping until the orgasmic pulsing finally subsided. Matt slumped on the seat, moaning softly, the pink monster bobbing as her chest heaved. Shelby slid over and unbuckled the dildos straps from around Matt's hips, pulling the short end from Matt's gushing pussy. It made a wet, sucking sound as it came free. Matt looked at Shelby through half closed eyes and smiled weakly, "Thanks, babe. Oh man, what a ride." The lovers embraced and began to recover from their overwhelming sensations. "Just when I think it can't get any better," Shelby sighed, "you amaze me again. Where did you get that monster, anyway?"

"Where else, the internet," Matt laughed. "I've been saving it for a special occasion."

"I'm flattered," said Shelby, reaching behind her and picking up the 'monster', "But now the special occasion wants a turn."

Matt's eyes widened, "You want to go again, my darling sex kitten?"

Shelby nodded, "Oh yes, I want you all the time, my love, you're so adorable, I can't keep my hands off you."

Matt put fresh lube on the 'monster' and pushed the short end into Shelby's juicy pussy. She sighed as Matt buckled the straps around her hips, pushing the tickler against her G-spot. "Oh Matt, this feels heavenly, I can't wait to fuck you with it." Shelby sat back on the seat and pulled Matt to her, "C'mon, now you ride my big cock, sweetie." She wiggled her hips, making the dildo wave to and fro.

Matt looked at Shelby. "Not that way, babe, I want you to fuck me in the ass."

Shelby was stunned. "No, sweetie, no way, I'll hurt you, I don't want to hurt you." 

"You wont hurt me, babe," said Matt. "I want you to do this, I trust you."

A tear trickled down Shelby's cheek. "Okay, I'll do it, but you tell me the second it hurts and I'll stop." 

Matt got on her hands and knees, putting her head on the seat, pushing her ass in the air. "Lube me up, babe; put that beauty in my butt hole."

*

Shelby was frightened, but she was also getting turned on. Her pussy clenched on the dildo and she was creaming freely. The thought of fucking her lovers ass was making her light headed. Following Matt's instructions, she put lube on three of her fingers and in the puckered hole. She pushed her fingers in as far as they would go, rotating them as Matt moaned. After a minute or two, she was ready. Matt was urging her on, begging her to fuck her ass. Shelby held the false cock in one trembling hand, guiding it to its target. She tentatively pushed with her hips, watching with fascination as the purple head disappeared in the puckered hole, followed by two inches of the shaft. 

Matt moaned louder, "More, babe, please, I can take it, more." She began to rock backwards, flexing her anal muscles, pushing the shaft in even deeper. Despite her fear, Shelby began to fuck Matt's ass harder. The short cock in her pussy was scrubbing her clit and her G-spot, driving her wild. Grabbing Matt's hips she rammed into her lover, grunting with each thrust, awash in the sensations she was receiving in her sopping pussy. Matt was in ecstasy, she could feel Shelby's pubic hair against her ass cheeks; it was all the way in her asshole. There was no pain, only indescribable pleasure. Shelby began to moan, her pussy was on fire. She wanted to scream as she pounded Matt's asshole with all her might. Matt was on all fours, ramming back on the dildo, meeting Shelby's frantic thrusts. Her orgasm boiled within her, every nerve ending tingling; she was close, so close.

"Shel," she screamed, "Shel, touch my cllt, please baby, rub it, Oh please, please, I need to cum, I need..." Shelby pressed her breasts against Matt's back, finding her lover's dripping pussy with one hand, the other squeezing her heaving breast. She rubbed Matt's clit and pinched her stiff nipple, grinding her hips savagely against her lovers gripping ass. Matt's body went rigid, anal muscles clutching the dildo like a vise. Her orgasms were upon her, consuming her, devouring her. She screamed and screamed overcome by the intensity. She thought she might die, it felt so good. Shelby howled as the short cock thrust deep in her pussy as Matt's body slammed against her. Her clit and G-spot over stimulated, she felt as if she was falling. Her sobbing wails merged with Matt's screams as her orgasms ripped and shook her to her very core. Then all went black. When Shelby awoke, she was lying on a couch in Matt's living room. Matt was bathing her face with a wet cloth as she held her head in her lap. "Hey there, sexy," said Matt, "About time you woke up."

"How long was I out?" Shelby asked. "Oh my goddess, that was so intense."

"Oh, about ten minutes or so," Matt replied, "You want something to drink?"

"Yes, sweetie," said Shelby, "I'm so thirsty and my throats a little sore."

Matt grinned, "I'm not surprised, all that screechin' we did. I'm glad the garage is soundproofed, don't wanna disturb the neighbors, or Pop for that matter. Is Pink Lemonade okay with you?" Matt took a moment to show Shelby her home, decorated in 1950's style, which Shelby found adorable. All the funny furniture, lamps and tables; it seemed so right to her. They returned to the living room and cuddled up on the burnt orange sectional couch.

Sipping their drinks, the lovers discussed the last two days and agreed that they had been the most amazing of their lives to date. "I still can't believe this isn't all a dream," Shelby said, caressing Matt's face, "I never want to wake up alone again." 

"It's no dream, babe," Matt replied, "But we better get some sleep. We'll get your stuff out of 'Maggie's' trunk in the morning."

"I'm thinking I'll call in sick tomorrow," Shelby replied, "Besides, my pussy hurts, but in a good way."

"Your pussy," Matt laughed, "what about my ass, I thought you were lookin' for oil there, the way you were drillin'." She gathered up their clothes, "C'mon, let's catch some z's."

Shelby giggled, "Us, in bed, naked? I don't think sleep is an option." She was right of course, but eventually they did drift off. Wrapped in each others arms, they dreamt of their new life together. Matt and Shelby fell more in love each day. Being away from one another for any length of time had become unbearable. The job that Shelby had once found interesting seemed dull compared to the colorful atmosphere of Dave's Garage. All the interesting people that brought their cars in for repairs were more fun than boring balance sheets. Finally, Shelby left her job to be with Matt, she missed her so. "Okay," said Matt, laughing, "I guess I'll put you to work in the garage."

Matt began training Shelby to be a mechanic, much as her father had trained her. Shelby was a fast learner, plus she wanted to help her lover any way she could. She began by assisting Matt and Pop, but soon she was making repairs by herself. Word got around that there were two sexy woman mechanics at Dave's that could fix anything on four wheels. Business was booming. Dave worked at the garage less and less as time went on. 'His girls' were doing fine by themselves. It was time to do a little fishing, join a bowling team, and even go out on a date.

Shelby became a member of the 'Double Deuces' Car Club with Matt as her sponsor. Soon 'Baby', as she named her convertible, was on display with 'Maggie' at the car shows. 'Baby' began to earn some trophies of its own, much to Shelby and Matt's delight. Now they had two winners in the 'family'. One rainy Saturday, Matt and Shelby lay in bed, luxuriating in the afterglow of lovemaking. They had spent the morning pleasuring each other with their growing collection of toys. After they had enjoyed multiple orgasms, Matt called a halt, saying she needed to rest for a minute.

"Babe," said Matt, looking serious, "I want to ask you something."

"The answer is yes," Shelby replied, "but I want to be on top this time."

Matt laughed, "That's not exactly what I meant, my sexy angel."

She reached into the drawer of the night stand, removed a small box covered in blue felt and handed it to Shelby. Her eyes grew wide when she opened it. Two of the most beautiful diamond rings she had ever seen were inside.

"Shelby Foster," said Matt, her voice breaking. "Will you marry me? Will you become my partner, will you be my wife?" 

Shelby almost knocked them both off the bed as she hugged Matt with all her might. "Oh yes, my sweetheart, my darling, yes, yes, yes." She began to cry tears of happiness as Matt held her close, nuzzling her soft brown hair. Matt and Shelby were wed on a sunny Sunday afternoon in Waterside Park. Dave, Billy, Johnnie and their many friends from the car clubs and 'The Place' in attendance. Matt looked stunning in her tailored tuxedo, Shelby was radiant in her flowing white gown. Shelby's parents could not attend, but sent their love. Matt and Shelby had written their own vows, reading them as they exchanged rings.

Matt spoke first. "Shelby, you are the love of my life. You are the sunshine of my days, the moonlight of my nights. I will love you until the stars grow cold and the mountains crumble into dust. Please accept this ring to become my partner and my wife."  *

A tear trickled down her cheek as Shelby replied, "Mattie, my wonderful Matt, I love you more than life itself. As long as there is breath in my body, I will love you. I cannot and could not imagine life without you. Please accept this ring to become my partner and my wife."

When they finished speaking and exchanged rings, the wedding guests were profoundly moved. Everyone was humbled by Matt and Shelby's love for one another being expressed so beautifully. Even as the Minister pronounced them Partner and Wife, she wiped tears from her cheeks. Then they joined hands, lighting their Commitment Candle as the 'Place' band played 'Love Me Tender', accompanied, of course, by Billy.

The reception was held at 'The Place' across town. Johnnie opened it just for them. It seemed every vintage car in the city was in the wedding procession. The newlyweds rode in the lead car, a pearlescent white 1956 Packard Caribbean convertible with the top down. They waved and laughed from the back seat as people stopped and stared at the parade of vintage automobiles. The party lasted into the wee hours of the morning, ending with Billy performing a medley of Elvis' greatest hits. Then it was time to leave. Matt carried Shelby over the threshold of their front door saying, "Welcome home, Ms. Shelby Foster-Callahan." 

They walked to the bedroom, shedding their wedding clothes. After sitting on the side of the bed for a few minutes, kissing and hugging; Shelby said, "This is a very special occasion, my love, get the 'pink monster'." 

Matt arose from the bed, taking the 'monster' from a drawer and rubbing lube on both ends. Shelby watched eagerly as Matt slid the short end into her wet slit. Lying back on the cool sheets, she spread her legs wide, pussy glistening in the lamplight. "Oh Matt," she moaned, "Hurry, please, come fuck your new wife, I want you so bad."

Matt's hands were shaking with desire. She could hardly buckle the straps. Then she was done. Crawling on her knees between Shelby's legs, she leaned forward and kissed her repeatedly, their stiff nipples rubbing together. Shelby was going wild with lust, "Please, sweetie, fuck me; give it to me, please."

Matt slipped the purple head between Shelby's slick nether lips, kissing her passionately. Then with one thrust, she buried all nine inches of the dildo into her new partners gushing pussy. Shelby gasped, wrapping her arms and legs around Matt, hugging her so tightly she could hardly breathe. Their hips began to move, slowly at first, then faster and faster.




Back Seat Driver



I sat back in my seat, my right hand still inside my panties, gently fingering myself. I could feel the vibrations of the engine in my quim. With my left hand, I stroked his cock a bit more. "Ah, wonderful. You're still hard. I bet you masturbate a lot."

"Yeah, sometimes."

"How many times a day?" I asked him. 

"Usually four." Ah, the joys of young men. So much stamina. 

"Turn down the next side road."

Leon slowed down and turned off, driving down until trees hid the road. Okay, stop here, I said, working my panties down to my ankles and off. I looked over at Leon, watching me work them down. I tossed them in his lap, around his still bare and erect cock. This was it: my last fuck in Ginger. When the car came to a stop, I opened the door, stepped out, pulling the seat forward. Then I climbed into the back, as he turned off the ignition. 

Leon looked at me from the drivers seat. "Get back here."

He climbed awkwardly over into my arms, and I laughed. I kissed him on the lips as his face came against mine. His kiss was awkward, inexperienced, but eager. I loved that--the eagerness. I pushed him back, so that he was sitting upright, and straddled him, lowering myself so that my wet pussy lips just barely grazed his cock. 

"So, you ready to lose your virginity?"

He nodded, his face sweating. 

"You sure?"

"Oh yes, please..."

I plunged down on him, feeling his thick shaft rising up inside me. Nice and thick, hard, and so hot. I slammed all the way down, and he cried out, wrapping his arms around me, using them to hold me down against him. I unwrapped his hands from my shoulders and pressed them back against the seat, rising up and then slamming down. I had to tilt my head to the side to avoid banging it against the roof of the car as I rose up. I pulled open his shirt and he did the same to me, finally starting to respond a bit. He touched my breasts cautiously, gently, and I yelled for him to touch them harder. He cupped them more fully. 

"Harder," I cried out, putting my hand around his lean bicep and squeezing him to show how hard I wanted to be squeezed. He responded, squeezing hard this time, sending a shiver through my body that seemed to radiate from my breasts. I kissed him deeply, enjoying the eagerness of his tongue. His torso was hairless; his cheeks were soft like he had never had cause to shave. His eyes were so pure and innocent and young, and I loved the thought that I was corrupting him. I was his first. Every girl he screwed in college would be measured against this exemplary fuck. 

"You've got such a nice bit cock," I said. "All the girls are gonna love it. Can't believe it's never been used before."

"Me neither."

"You like this?" I asked him. "You like fucking?"

"Oh, I love it," he moaned.

"Let me change positions," I gasped. I lifted myself up off him, enjoying the feeling of my pussy contracting around its own emptiness. I turned my back to him, settling into his lap, and placed his cock against my quim, rubbing it there. Slowly, I rocked my hips back and forth, playing at taking him inside. The same position as when I lost my virginity. The same backseat. And the boy, so much like my farm boy, I could easily imagine it was him. What happened to that boy? I should go by the farm. Drive slowly by, and wait to see if he follows. Wait to see the man he's become, and fuck that man so thoroughly. I leaned forward against the front seat as Leon's cock went straight inside me. I put my hands against the roof of the car, using it to push back down on him. He bucked his hips up against me, his hands wrapping around to my breasts. He didn't just touch them, he groped them hard, pinched the nipples, drew his nails across the surface. 

I looked back over my shoulder at him. He had his eyes closed, his fat, beestung lips parted. I rode him hard, relishing the sensation of his thick prick sliding in and out of me. I could feel an orgasm building, and I cried out to him, telling him to fuck me harder. 

He slammed his hips up furiously, and I fell back against him. His cock popped out of my pussy, but I quickly grabbed it and shoved it back in. I turned my head, so that our lips were at right angles to one another, and we kissed, open-mouthed, mostly with our tongues. The orgasm came hard, right from the backs of my knees to the nape of my neck. 

"I'm cumming," I cried out, wanting to make sure that he knew. 

"Oh yes, me too."

I felt it inside me, his thick, gooey virgin ejaculate that I had tasted earlier, now erupting inside me, flooding me. He held me tightly, and I closed my eyes, surprised as my own lack of regret. The wash of the orgasm had left nothing behind except happiness: I had seduced this teenaged virgin, and he had loved it of course, because I was an extremely sexy woman. Poor boy would go his whole life looking for another fuck like that one. 

We sat there, him still inside me, for a long time. We watched the sun set across the dashboard, with the mountains beyond. Then at long last, I pulled myself off of him. 

"That was fantastic," I said, giving him a kiss. It had been fantastic. As we drove back to the city, I listened to the hum of the motor. It always sounded different after I fucked in it. Like she was content. I thought about Ginger: a 1970 Cougar. And myself, a 1970 Cougar. 

"About the car—" he started to say.

*Yeah," I cut him off. "Listen, I'm starting to have doubts about selling her."

"Ah, that's too bad."

"I guess she's too much a part of who I am."

He nodded. "Yeah, I can understand that."

"But maybe," I said, putting my hand on his thigh, "I'll let you give her a ride again."

It was the right decision. I just couldn't deny the woman I wanted to be: the woman I had always wanted to be. I had always wanted to be Ginger, be the powerful seductress; suddenly, I understood how to do that.

The next morning, I heard the phone ringing and hurried out of bed. A woman's voice said, "Hi, I'm calling from the classifieds, just wondering if you're planning on renewing your ad in the car section."

"No," I started, "I've been having second thoughts about selling…" I looked back toward my bed, where a naked young man, no longer a virgin, was still fast asleep. 

"What does the headline say?" I asked the woman.

"Uh, 1970 Cougar, mint condition, for appreciative driver."

I smiled to myself. "Maybe I'll see what other offers I get. Leave it in for a couple more weeks." 

"Okay, thank you ma'am."

I hung up the phone and climbed back in bed.



Back Seat Drivin'



My first real job was at one of the area food-chain stores, located in a neighboring town. I was seventeen when I started, bagging and picking up stray carts in the parking lot. I wasn't all that enthused about having to work, but if wanted to get my own car I was going to have to buy it. I stuck it out for four long, wet months, hoping to work at a cash register when I turned eighteen so that I could make more money. I was told that it had something to do about a state law. The day after my birthday I told my supervisor the good news. Well, I guess good news traveled slowly in this store because it was a few more months before I got a chance to work at one of the registers. I finally got the word that he was supposed to train me, but that never happened. Instead he had his best cashier Sally teach me.

I learned that Sally had been at the store for quite a few years. She was forty years old and had lived quite an interesting life by anyone's standards. She was married at seventeen, pregnant at eighteen, divorced at nineteen. She danced and tended bar at a strip-joint further out in the valley for five years after that, but quit, saying that the drive back home was too far after a long, long night. That was when she started to work at the store. Oh yes…two more things. She became a mother at thirty-five and a grandmother when she was thirty-six. Sounds familiar, doesn't it. Anyways, Sally was the stick that stirred the drink at this store. She was always joking with customers and workers, helping to make the eight-hour days go by as fast as they could. I guess her bar-tending qualities followed her to the local grocery. 

She was also a little "crude", if that's the right word. She was sort of rough around the edges, not displaying a polished image that most women try unsuccessfully to exhibit. She drank, she swore, she smoked…she did what she felt like doing. If you didn't like it, well, you could always leave. Very few people did. She had the ability to somehow know how to act around whomever she was with, never really offending anyone. I was happy when I found out that she would be the one to train me. I had heard that she was smart and patient; always there when you needed her. I have to admit that I was also glad to know that she would train me because Sally really wasn't that bad looking for a shorthaired, bleached-blond, forty year-old. Maybe she wore her make-up a little too heavy on some days, but her deep green eyes far outweighed the sluttish appearance that excessive, Cover Girl product-use could typify. And besides, when she wore a skirt, no one bothered to look very much further. Sally had a pair of legs that were supposed to be seen and admired. I guess that dancing on top of a runway in spiked heels could take the place of any exercise machine on the market today. She pushed the dress code for employees to the limits, wearing skirts as short as they would allow. A few times I saw the manager come over and say something in her ear, followed by her tugging her skirt down. As soon as he left, she would yank at the waistband and pull her skirt up higher than where it had originally been. 

In order to teach someone, the instructor needed to be with the trainee when working the register for the first week. As I'm sure you know, space is at a premium behind a food-store cash register. I found out quickly that that was another reason to be happy having Sally as your teacher. For a solid week I don't think that my cock stayed soft for more than twenty minutes each day. I had to wait until I got home so I could take a piss. Our bodies were always bumping, rubbing, or pressing into each other. It got to the point where apologies stopped and I accepted the inevitable. I especially enjoyed the times when she had to lean over my shoulder to see something. She would stand on her tiptoes and press her body against mine. Her left hand would usually hold my left hip firmly and her crotch would rest comfortably on my right, her tits flattening out on my back. Her warm breath would float gently over my neck with her perfume filling my nose. If she was getting a kick out of exciting a young boy, she didn't let on. She carried on as if everything that happened was normal. She was doing what had to be done.

I admit that I was sorry to see my week with Sally end, but it was apparent that I knew what I was doing. The manager had Sally resume her normal schedule, which allowed my cock to resume its normal shape too. It's not like Sally and I developed any kind of friendship either, but I felt more accepted by her and everyone else at the store. Once in a while Sally and I would be at neighboring registers, and conversations would be brief, comfortable and fun. I especially liked it when I was on her right side, affording me a great view of those legs. I also learned to appreciate the shape of her ass. Besides being short, those skirts were tight. A few weeks went by, spring heading towards summer as the Fourth of July holiday approached. Everyone was scheduled to work the night before the holiday until the store closed at ten. Even though there were just a few customers coming in that night, we all had to stay. I was lucky enough to be on Sally's right, so I didn't mind one bit. She wore a looser fitting skirt that night, but it was still as short as the others. A little while before quitting time, Sally left her register and leaned over my register's belt to talk to me. For some reason, I felt that something different was happening because of the way she smiled.

"So Bud," she said cheerfully, "whatcha' doin' after work?"

Bud's not my name, but everyone calls me that. Also, it sounds a lot better than the one my parents branded me with…Harold. I apologize to anyone who has or likes that name. I just don't.

"I guess I'm goin' home Sally," I replied, noticing that she had seemingly put her makeup on just right tonight. "Why?"

"Well," she continued, "a few us are goin' to hang around in the parking lot after work and have a few beers. Sort of start the holiday off early. Why don't you join us? Get to know some of the guys better."

I'd seen them do this a few times before as I left work late, but I'd never been asked to join in. I was too young to drink, so I figured that was why I wasn't invited.

"Gosh," I said hesitantly. "I don't know. I'm only eighteen and…"

"Oh come on Bud," she said with a bit of excitement in her voice. "We do this all the time. Management doesn't mind as long as we don't leave a mess. Gets the holidays started right, ya' know. Besides, who cares how old you are. If you don't want to drink you don't have to. And if you do, nobody's gonna' say anything. Come on. You'll have fun. Meet me at the time clock at quitting time. I'll take care of ya' real good tonight."

She put a bit more emphasis on the words "real good" but at the time I didn't pay that much attention to the weight of her spoken words.

"Okay," I said with a strained smile. "I'll come."

"Great," she said with a wide smile. "I guarantee we'll have a good time."

More enunciation on the word "guarantee."

Sally seemed to be much happier following my decision to join them after work. She worked at a faster pace, as if she wanted all of the customers to be gone way before the store closed. She continuously turned and smiled at me, even coming over to bag for me when she had free time. Watching her work took my mind off of the clock, and in no time the store was preparing to close. She was waiting for me at the time clock, probably not trusting me that I would still join them. If I had had any doubts, Sally quickly would have changed my mind. She smiled widely and grabbed me by the arm.

"All set Bud?" she asked, anticipating something I couldn't see.

"I guess so," I replied, dim-witted to what my future held in store for me.

She let go of my arm and I followed her out the door. We walked together across the black macadam to where we were required to park our cars. About ten other people were there, already drinking beer and having a pretty good time. I knew most of them and had seen the rest from time to time. Sally introduced me to those I didn't really know, grabbed two beers for herself and me, and then she left to go and talk with the few girls who had come. I stood on the outside of the crowd, not feeling too comfortable and nursing the first beer of my life. It tasted nasty, but I figured I could empty it without getting too sick. I soon found that the more I had, the easier it was to mingle. Halfway through that first can I finally began to feel at ease, finding that I wasn't as out-of-place as I thought I was. The guys there accepted me without reservation, wondering why it had taken me so long to join them.

"I was never asked," I said.

"No one ever is," they laughed. "You just show up, that's all. Invitations are made only if you want to go to bed with someone."

A loud roar followed that comment and I laughed along with them, somehow forgetting that Sally had invited me. I don't remember who put another can of beer in my hand or when I finished the first, but I was soon chugging that second one down when Sally came to rejoin our group. People were starting to leave one at a time, reducing our numbers by half, and I soon sensed the effect that the alcohol was beginning to have on me. My face was starting to numb, and I thought that I could have had a tooth pulled and not even felt it. I also noticed that if I moved my head a little too quickly, the surrounding landscape would continue to move slowly, long after I stopped my motion. The one pleasing result of the consumption of the two beers was the magnified good looks of Sally. Somehow, I had overlooked how really, really attractive she was. In my mind I was positive that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I knew that she could win any beauty contest she might consider entering, hands down. I couldn't believe how blind all of the men in the rest of the world had been. It's amazing how alcohol increases your perception. Unfortunately, I would say that one more time in my life, adding the word "officer" to the end of the sentence. A third beer found its way into my treacherous hand. I smiled at Sally when she gave a forth to me. 

Conversation went on, but don't ask me what they were all about. Hell, I don't even remember saying good-bye to the rest of the people who had left. The next thing I knew, there were only three of us remaining; Sally, myself, and Pete, who worked in the deli. He was the biggest, and the friendliest guy at the store. He was always laughing and doing anything he could to help someone out. It was also way past his time on getting home. He looked at his watch and whistled.

"Wow," he said. "Look at the time. I got to get home. My wife'll cut my pecker off with a butter knife if I don't leave right now."

"That won't be much of a lose Pete," Sally laughed. 

"Yeah, I know Sal," Pete hooted back. "But how would I piss all this beer out?"

"Learn to squat like me."

I joined in on their laughter and looked at my watch too, but I couldn't see the numbers despite the bright parking lights. For some reason everything was out of focus. I thought my watch needed a new battery.

"Want me to give you a lift over to your car Sally?" Pete asked as he opened the door to his.

I looked around and noticed that mine was the only car left. It really wasn't mine, but you already know that. It belonged to my older brother. Besides, I wouldn't be caught dead driving that big ol' boat of a Buick if I didn't have to.

"Thanks Pete," Sally said gratefully, "but Bud already offered."

"I did?" I wondered to myself. "When?"

"Okay," he called back. "See ya's in a few days."

As Pete slowly pulled out, I was suddenly alone with Sally in the huge, deserted parking lot. I stared at her, not having the slightest idea as to what to say. It was as if I had never seen her before. As a sudden and brief moment of sobriety filtered into my brain, I began to wonder what I was doing there and why I hadn't gone home right after work. Feeling lost and very uncomfortable, I took my gaze away from her face, and for some dumb reason, I looked at her legs. Alcohol, along with the cerebrally centered debilitating qualities it possessed, re-entered the picture, and I didn't seem to care anymore as to why I didn't go home. As long as Sally's legs were in sight, I was happy. A sudden warm breeze kicked up and that loose fitting skirt waved like the cape of a matador in front of a crazed bull. Her bright, blond hair was blown across her face and the scent of her perfume made the smell from the exhaust of Pete's car a distant memory. This bull was primed and ready for the slaughter. 

In the distance, I heard the local firehouse whistle blow. It was an everyday occurrence at midnight. Some people hated it. Most people liked it. Anyways, it told me what time it was and that I should've been heading for home quite a while ago. It also told me that the parking lot lights would be going off at any second. And, as I had predicted, one by one they began to shut off. The vapor lamps continued to glow dimly after the power went off, but in no time we were standing in complete darkness. I jumped as Sally spoke.

"I'm parked over by the retaining wall Bud," she said softly. "You gonna' take me over there or do I have to walk in the dark?"

"Oh yeah, right," I stammered. "Sure thing Sally…sorry."

Sally…sorry…Sally…sorry…Sally…sorry…went through my pickled brain as we walked over to my car. I heard myself giggle, but I didn't know why. I got in carefully as Sally walked around to the passenger side. I have no idea how long she stood there before she bent down and tapped on the window, telling me to unlock the door. If I weren't so affected by the beer, I would have felt like an asshole. Instead, I just leaned over and unlocked the door. As the dome light bathed the interior of the car in its bright light, my visual perception that had a direct link to sexual function was suddenly the only sector of my few functioning brain cells that worked. I watched intently as Sally's legs entered the car. The short skirt did little to hide the firm thighs that lie beneath it. Sally sat and waited patiently, seemingly not disturbed by my stare or the slight bulge growing in my pants. That is until a few minutes had passed. She then cleared her throat to bring me back to the living. I twitched at the sound and looked straight at her face. I didn't understand why the dome light was still on until I heard Sally close her door. She had deliberately left it open when she saw me gawking at her legs. I guess she was having as much fun as I was, maybe more. Again, we were in total darkness.

"Shall we get going Bud?" she asked. "I'm over there," she continued, pointing to the farthest corner of the lot.

I started the car and took a deep breath. If it wasn't bad enough that the beer impaired my senses, I now had Sally's legs to contend with. Also, in the closed car, her perfume was just as intoxicating as another beer would have been. I turned on the lights and slowly put the car in gear, the wheels turning very slowly. We hadn't rolled more than forty feet when Sally started to stir in her seat. I probably shouldn't have looked but once I did it was too late. I let the car roll to an easy stop by taking my foot off of the gas pedal and watched as Sally lifted her ass from the seat. She was pulling the hem of her skirt up and reaching underneath it with both hands. Suddenly, she was pulling her pantyhose off of her ass and down her legs. She flipped her shoes off and yanked the nylon torture chamber past her toes.

"You don't know how uncomfortable these things can be," she said, shaking her ninety-nine cent bargain under my nose. "If guys had to wear them, they would stop making them."

I sat saying nothing as I watched her rub her legs vigorously in the green glow of the dashboard light. (Sounds like a song.) I then watched as she put her hands under her dress and I heard as she scratched the hairs between her legs ferociously. I knew at that second that there was only Sally under that skirt. I continued to watch as she straightened her skirt, and when she was done I looked at her face. She was staring back at me, smiling as if nothing was wrong. I snapped my head back towards the front, instantly wishing I hadn't, because everything outside wasn't just moving now, it was spinning. Spinning fast. Real fast. I closed my eyes and squeezed the steering wheel as tightly as I could. Even though I couldn't see anything, I felt the entire car spinning like a cd inside a computer. I took a long, deep breath and opened my eyes quickly, thinking that a rapid attack would stop the rapid motion. Nothing had changed. We were still inside the whirling funnel of an F-5 tornado, just like Dorothy and Toto. I closed my eyes again and struggled to rest my head on the steering wheel, fighting the urge to heave my guts out as the car seemingly began to tumble as well. Suddenly, I felt a hand being placed softly on the back of my neck. Its warmth and gentle massage slowly eased the pandemonium inside my brain. Gradually, I sensed calmness grow in both my stomach and head. I don't know how many minutes passed before I dared to open my eyes again. When I did, incredibly, the tumble and spin cycle of the washing machine I was in had stopped, replaced however by a jerky, repetitive, left to right movement of the things in front of me. Slowly, even that stopped and the world was made right again, to some extent. Sally was sitting next to me, her feet tucked up under her skirt. She continued to rub my neck and I was more than thankful for the comfort it conveyed. She had saved my life.

"Are you all right Bud?" she asked softly. "You feelin' okay?"

"My first beers," I admitted to her.

"You're doin' fine kid," she continued. "Just rest. When you feel up to it, we'll drive to my car."

We sat for a few more minutes. She had me roll the windows down and take some deep breaths. Sure, the beer had done a job on me, but her little strip-tease didn't help. My heart was beating so fast when she took those pantyhose off that I thought I was going to pass out. And then when she started to scratch herself, I just couldn't take anymore. Ultimately, I rolled up my window and I felt that I could at least drive to where she was parked. She remained next to me, her arm around my shoulder as I stepped lightly on the gas pedal. I felt the heat of her body go through her clothes and mine, doubling the temperature on this suddenly warm and humid July night. Her perfume was all I could smell. I had enjoyed her closeness when she was training me on the cash registers. Now I wasn't too sure. The headlights of my car finally fell upon the only other car in the lot. Carefully I eased my car into the parking space next to hers. I put the car in park and stared out the front windshield, waiting for her to leave. She didn't. I waited some more. She didn't move. I waited longer and she moved at last. Only she wasn't moving to leave. She reached across my body and shut the lights of my car off. As she brought her arm back, she stopped at the steering wheel column and turned the car off. There we were, sitting in my brothers Buick, in a dark and seclude spot, in a completely vacant parking lot. If it were not for the sound of my breathing, and the clicking sounds of the cooling engine, the silence would have been deafening. I sat with my hands frozen to the steering wheel, afraid to move. Ultimately, Sally spoke.

"How you doin' Bud?" she asked softly.

"Okay…I guess," surprised that I could speak.

"You don't mind sittin' here with me, do you Bud?"

"No…I don't mind."

"That's good Bud," she went on. "It's a nice night, isn't it?"

"I suppose."

"You don't talk too much, do you?"




Back Seat Drivin'



"Depends."

"On what?"

"I don't know."

The following silence did nothing to ease my fear.

"Do you plan on driving somewhere?" she asked.

"No," I said, kind of puzzled by her question.

"Then why don't you let go of the wheel?"

I didn't realize that I still had a tight grip on the steering wheel. My fingers had gone numb without me knowing it. I strained to release my hands from the wheel. I had to open and close my fingers until they started to feel normal again. Now that my hands were free, I didn't know where to put them. I finally placed them on my lap. Without hesitating, Sally grabbed my right hand gently and put it around her shoulder. She then wiggled her body until she was comfortably nestled as close as she could be next to mine, her head resting on the right side of my chest. I sensed my heart pounding and I wondered if she could hear it echoing through my body. When she placed her hand on the inside of my knee, I dared not move. We stayed like that for I don't know how long. Time wasn't important. Getting out of the situation I was in was. Sally kept her hand stationary as sweat began to build and roll down the middle of my chest, and then, she began to slide it up higher, her sights aimed at my crotch. I quickly used my left hand to stop her advance, surprised somewhat that I could still move and that she didn't protest. Instead, she cuddled closer yet to me.

"I don't think you…we should be doing this Sally," I said slowly. "You're a little bit older than me you know."

"So," was her unconcerned response.

"Great," I thought to myself. "Now what are you going to do?"

Sally answered that unspoken question by posing a verbal one of her own.

"Do you have a girlfriend Bud?" she asked softly.

"Aah…no, not right now," I said.

"Too bad."

More silence.

"I don't have a boyfriend right now either," she added.

I didn't offer to go steady.

"Did you ever kiss a girl Bud?" she queried, as she brought her face closer to mine.

"Yeah...sure," I answered with surprising strength. I felt that even once counts, especially when your trying to escape from the clutches of god knows what.

"Did you like it?"

"Of course."

"Would you like to kiss me?"

"I don't think so?" I replied, doubting my own words.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," I said, still unable to erase the skepticism in my voice.

"Really sure?"

I didn't answer this time, positive that my tone would convict me.

"Could I kiss you?" 

I could now feel her breath on my face. She had somehow gotten up off of the seat without me realizing it. She was now kneeling, facing me, her arms around my neck. I tried to shift my body, thinking I could somehow cut off her advance. Instead, I made it easier for her. She quickly twisted her body and sat on my lap. She balanced her back on my car door and lifted her body up with her feet planted firmly next to my hip. She easily pulled her skirt out from underneath herself and promptly repositioned herself back on my lap. She wiggled until she was comfortable and then smiled. I quickly perceived the softness of her ass on my lap and the heat that it generated. Unable to stop the inevitable results, my cock stiffened rapidly. In no time it was pushing forcefully against her ass. Her smile grew in relation to the size of my cock. There I was, sitting in my brother's car with a forty-year old cashier's bare ass resting in my lap and my cock flexing its muscles just like Arnold Schwarzenegger. Being underage and having alcohol in my system was the least of my worries. How I was going to remove her ass from my lap, without my cock deciding to throw-up inside of my pants was.

"Are you sure you don't want to kiss me Bud?" she asked, spreading her knees so that somehow, my cock became wedged deeply between her cheeks.

I opened my mouth to answer no but nothing came out. Besides, Sally moved so quickly that even if I could have talked, no one would have heard what I had to say. She had her mouth over mine in an instant, her lips pressing against mine, her tongue plunging as far as it could into my mouth. I heard a groan, thinking that it came from myself as I fought off her attack. I soon realized that it was Sally, expressing the built up excitement she had held in check since she got into my car. I tried to pull my head back, only to find that the well-designed, life-saving form of the seat's headrest had imprisoned me. My eyes were wide open, seeing only the softly made-up eyelids of Sally's closed, green ones. Lines at the corners of her eyes bared witness to the miles traveled in her life. I tried to compel my brain to function, hoping to extricate myself from this sticky situation, only to find that the rest of my body was responding on its own. I was shocked to find that my tongue was no longer inside of my mouth. It was now comfortably playing inside the mouth of the very experienced forty-year-old lady sitting on my lap. I could swear that I asked, no demanded, that I stop. 

Instead, my tongue disobediently spared happily with Sally's. I heard another moan, instantly recognizing the deep vocal reverberation as my own. I was having fun and I hadn't known it. I relented as we continued to kiss, barely coming up for air. Minutes passed, until my mouth began to ache. Not trying to do anything right, I shifted my ass in the driver's seat and dangerously altered the position of my hard cock as well. Sally's eyes finally opened with a surprised look of pleasure and a musical moan of delight filled the air inside the car. Obviously, the new co-ordinates that a global positioning satellite would use to find my cock had done wonders to increase Sally's already excited state. Finally, after a short interval of pleasure-seeking repositioning, she slowly pulled her mouth from mine, now breathing as heavily as myself. She leaned back against the door, her hands clasped around the back of my neck.

"Well Bud?" she asked quietly. "How was that?"

"Not bad… I guess," left my mouth through gasps; my lips were numb.

"So you've had better?" she continued.

"No," slowly drooled out of my mouth.

"That's nice to know."

I noticed that the windows of the car were beginning to steam over.

"Did you ever hold a girl's tit Bud?" she asked, most likely knowing the answer to that question before she even asked it.

No answer was necessary. The swelling alone in the size of my eyes could only mean one thing. Not concerned that anyone else might come by and see, Sally took her hands from around my neck and reached for the buttons of her shirt. One by one, she teasingly undid each one, her bra slowly coming into view. I felt my cock throb and move ever so slightly once more within its warm lair, inducing another soft moan and smile from the younger than usual grandmother preparing to bare her breasts for me. I consciously tried to stop anymore stimulating movements from the trouble-making organ that usually hung limply between my legs. If I had been in possession of Aladdin's lamp at that very second, I would have wished for a cock that could only piss. As the last button was pushed through its eyelet, Sally spread her shirt open.

Her white bra shimmered in the bright moonlight that filtered through the silvery, moisture-stained windows of the car. Her hard nipples distorted its smooth satin surface, announcing their desire for freedom. Sally obliged with pleasure, undoing the hook that was located at the middle of the two cups which cradled her tits so affectionately within. As she pulled the middle of her bra apart, her tits gracefully dropped down. I estimated that they were about the size of grapefruit, (2 for $1.29), just the perfect size to hold in my hand. Her hard nipples pointed straight out, seeming to be too long considering the image they displayed when confined inside the bra. I was amazed by her tits' smooth surface. I didn't think that anything other than a flat surface could be so constant. She arched her back as much as she could, proudly displaying what she had been lucky enough to be born with. I could just imagine her dancing in front of a room full of drunken customers in that strip joint she worked at years before, her tits bouncing freely in the smoke filled air. I sat frozen, not knowing what she wanted me to do next. I didn't have to wait long for her to let me know.

"Don't you want to touch them Bud?" she asked unashamedly.

No words came from my mouth.

"Go ahead Bud, hold one."

No movement came from my arms.

"Come on Bud. Give one a squeeze."

I could only sit and stare as her tits rose and fell with every breath she took. Not caring to wait any longer for the young boy whose lap she was sitting on to make his move, she took my right hand in her own and brought it towards her chest. Four beers, and Sally's persuading attributes, had taken all of my fighting strength away at that point. I seemingly watched from the backseat of the Buick as my fingers surrounded the mound on the left side of Sally's chest. My thumb gently brushed against the tall bump in the middle of her tit. I found that I enjoyed the touch of the hard button sticking out in my direction. I gently touched it once more, causing Sally to arch her back again with delight. I refocused my attention to the larger object in my hand. I let my fingers envelop its entire dimensions, astonished by the soft and firm qualities it exhibited all at once. I began to squeeze it repeatedly, harder than I probably should have, not worrying if Sally didn't like what I was doing. If I had drunk soda instead of beer, I would have known that she didn't mind one bit. Sally watched with pride as my fingers distorted the shape of her tit the way a sculptor might knead a lump of clay before starting a project. I stared too, mystified as it returned to its previous shape with no signs of damage. Without any prompting from the woman in my lap, I happily allotted the same type of attention to her right tit as well. Lost in the pleasure I was achieving with my hand, I thought I heard a voice in my head articulate instructions for actions that I should carry out next. I listened carefully, not wanting to do something that might upset the all-knowing phantom that was trying to assist me. Through the thick, beer-induced fog in my head, I recognized Sally's soft voice.

"Suck on my tit Bud," she pleaded.

I looked blindly into her eyes.

"Put my nipple in your mouth and suck on it Bud," she seemingly demanded now.

I returned my gaze to her tit, straining the muscles of my eyes until her nipples came into focus once again. Hypnotized by the entire unbelievable situation that had developed since I rang out from work, I blindly acted as instructed. I held her left tit in my hand and squeezed it as I had done before. Her nipple sprung out towards me, as if it might shoot out at me like a bullet from some secret weapon. I tried to bend my head down in order to take it into my mouth, however, the awkward position that I was in, along with the weight of Sally's body sitting in my lap, stopped my lips 6 inches from my goal. Not bothering to think things out, I forcefully thrust my hips off of the seat, trying to move Sally and grant myself access to her nipple. I didn't see her eyes swell as the hard cock inside of my pants rammed into her asshole like a torpedo piercing the hull of a battleship. Pain and pleasure combined to expel a high-pitched yelp from her throat. I heard nothing. I was only interested as to whether or not my actions would get me closer to her tit. I, for one, was happy with the results. I really don't think that Sally had minded that much either. Her body had shifted. She was now sitting further down on my legs, my cock no longer wedged between the cheeks of her ass. I didn't care that the bulge in my pants, along with the dark, wet stain of my leaking pre-cum, was no longer hidden. I pitched my upper body forward, grasping her tit into my mouth like a starved animal. I was stunned by the hardness of her long nipple. I had fully expected it to be somewhat bendable, only to find that it sustained its rigid form like an oak tree. Sally too had quickly recovered from the "E" ticket ride I had just given her, arching her back and tilting her head from side to side as I attempted to suck her nipple out by its roots. I hastily turned my attention to her right tit, wishing that I could have had both of them in my mouth at the same time. The sounds of my oral high jinks echoed loudly off of Sally's chest. I continued to suck, not noticing that the spicy grandmother in my lap had moved her legs during my assault on her chest. Her right leg was resting, stretched out on the bench seat. Her left was now bent at the knee with her foot resting on the hump of the transmission. Her loose skirt had fallen down to her waist, exposing everything that had been hidden underneath. Perception of what was there didn't arrive until Sally made me take notice.

"Put your finger in me Bud," she said quietly.

"Huh?" was what I tried to utter, with only a garbled noise of confusion making it past my tit-filled mouth.

"Stick your finger into me," she said, sounding somewhat desperate.

"Huh?" frustrated her once more.

I felt Sally take hold of my right wrist but I paid little attention. As long as her hard nipple was in my mouth, she could do anything else that she wanted to, I could care less. I was vaguely aware of the direction my hand was going, but it wasn't until I felt the warm, soft skin of Sally's thigh that I thought I knew where I was. I kept on playing with her nipple, using my tongue as fast as I could move it, but I also ordered my right eye to look in the direction of my right hand. She still had a firm grip on my wrist, pushing it up her thigh and towards her crotch. My tongue stopped when I became aware of the environment my hand was close to exploring, but I continued to suck on her tit. Her glowing thighs, and the dark nest of hair dissecting them, were as sobering as a gallon of black coffee. Funny though, I didn't try to stop my hand. I permitted Sally to carry on dragging my hand up her leg, my fingers aware of the rigid tendon angling towards the curled fuzz covering her cunt. As first contact with the soft pelt was made, my arm froze and I took my mouth from her tit. Despite her efforts, Sally couldn't move my hand any further. 

"Bud," she said, her voice oscillating in a high-low pitch. 

"No," I replied, my voice imitating her singsong tone.

"Come on Bud," she sang back.

"I don't think so," I chanted. 

"You have to."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do."

Our little song was getting silly, but we were both dead serious. I was far too inexperienced to know that Sally had let the clock to the time bomb between her legs run excessively long. She had decided some time ago that we were going to do a lot more than just kiss and play with her tits. She wasn't going to stop until she had my cock buried deep inside her cunt, with cum erupting from my virgin cock and poring into her like a spewing volcano. However, I was more than happy with what had happened so far, and going any further really wasn't necessary. We could both go home and return to work as if nothing had happened. So there. I had made my decision. I was convinced that the younger person, and more importantly, the stronger sex would win this war. It would…and I would lose.

As our battle of words was being waged, Sally had resumed moving my hand. I hadn't detected the motion of my hand until it was far too late to recover. The bleached blond cashier, with the vibrant green eyes, had easily placed my hand over her crotch, my fingers cupped gently over the supple coat of hair that grew there. When I realized where my hand was, I also realized that I liked where it was. The curled hair growing between her legs wasn't the same as the patch budding between mine. Hair had taken its time to sprout around my cock; soft and thin, it hardly got in the way when I zipped up my fly. Sally, on the other hand, had cultivated quite a crop. Soft and thick, many a bald man would have paid handsomely to have a toupee made out of what she had covering her cunt. Thoughts of protesting had been transported at the speed of light to another galaxy. Besides, words would have had a difficult time leaving my mouth, considering that I had placed my lips over her nipple once again. 

I was surprised that my miss-firing brain had the ability to control two parts of my body at the same time without fucking it up. My fingers probed the fascinating wonderland between Sally's legs as my tongue resumed its fitful dance over her nipple. I rummaged around my newly found source of enjoyment like a child looking for a favorite plaything in a toy box. A softer, but yet similar sound of when Sally had scratched herself rose up from the interplay of my fingers and Sally's fir. I thanked god that my sense of touch had not been affected as much by the alcohol as had the other four. I quickly discerned a distinct change in density when my fingers discovered the flesh that guarded the entrance to Sally's inner passageway. The soft, puffy form of the two masses my fingers found guarding the slit that bisected Sally's legs only amplified my inquisitive need to know more. I squeezed each of them gently, intrigued by what was hidden between them. Soft moans that conveyed the pleasures felt by Sally went unheard. Fearlessly, I pushed her doors open with my fingers the way a courageous cowboy would enter a saloon in the old west. A sudden downpour immediately followed the heat and humidity I first sensed, as a flood of juice that Sally had produced soaked my fingers. Curiosity mandated further investigation; the source of this river had to be found, just as the staring point of the Nile led to the discovery of Lake Victoria. Vaguely recalling what she had asked me to do to her, I pushed my index finger into Sally's cunt just as the little Dutch boy had done to stop a leak in the dike. 

If I had been hooked up to an EEG machine during this front seat tango, a long flat line of inactivity would have made the person reading my printout think that I was brain dead at this point. That would have been because I had no idea what I had just put my finger into. Soft, warm, wet flesh had totally enveloped my digit. The only other time that I had felt anything remotely similar was when I had accidentally stuck my finger into a customer's family-size purchase of hamburger meat. The fat woman with four screaming brats to whom I had done this to had a shit hemorrhage, wanting the store manager to remove my head from my shoulders and place it on a platter for her. This time however, the violated female was challenged to keep her pleasure contained. Previously, I had extracted my finger as quickly as I could from the raw meat I had buried it into. Now, the warmth from inside of Sally's body made me keep my finger where it was. 

The longer my finger stayed inside of her, the more I wondered how a guy's cock could fit inside of a girl if there was so little room. I mean…it felt as if my finger took up all of the available space. How could a woman take a hard cock into her without screaming as if she was being ripped apart? I decided to probe further, questioning how deep this hole really was. As I continued to suck on her tit without thinking, I pushed my finger into Sally's wet hole until I couldn't go any further. The last knuckle of my finger was now being pushed as hard as I dared to against her crotch. I sensed my cash register instructor begin to push back, her hips tilting up and down with increasing speed. I would have sworn that I felt the hole between Sally's legs grow, and my knuckle delve a little bit deeper into the soft, wet void. Sally continued to rock her hips, increasing her speed imperceptibly to my brain. I had no idea what a clit was or that Sally had expertly placed it onto my knuckle. Each pitch of her hips sent an increasing voltage of electricity through the muscles of her crotch. Indiscernible twitches and spasms that coursed back and forth across the inner lining of her energized cunt pushed Sally closer towards a very promising orgasm. As excitement continued to build in her body, Sally decided that a little bit more assistance was needed. Once again, a far away voice that had communicated instructions before floated softly through the thickening air of the car.




Back Seat Drivin'



"Put another finger in me Bud." were the words I would abide by next.

Slowly I processed the command I was given. Each word was methodically analyzed; their meanings deciphered and complied with. Chemical reactions created the energy that began to move muscles that would take a second finger from my hand and place it next to my first, inside of Sally. I wasn't as surprised as I thought I should have been as my middle finger bent and easily pushed its way past the soft lips of her cunt. Two of my fingers were now being bathed with a warm solution that I quickly associated with sun tan lotion. Thicker than water, but thinner than the stuff you would put on your body to prevent a sunburn, I became aware of the slippery qualities it had. I wiggled my fingers back and forth, understanding now how a full-blown cock could slip inside of a woman without hurting. The inner walls of the cavity I was in stretched out with amazing ease, their warm and soft surfaces an inviting place to visit and stay in for as long as possible. The actions of my fingers made the ex-dancer in my lap a bit more active. Her hips were moving now with more energy, pushing hard against my hand's knuckles. I felt her hands grasp the sides of my head and take my mouth gently from her tits. She guided my mouth to hers, moaning loudly as she pushed her tongue deeply into my mouth. Her open lips covered mine, covering me in her warm saliva. I felt as if I was drowning, struggling to take a breath of life-saving air. I shifted my body slightly, inhaling quickly and diving back for more. In doing so, I pushed my fingers deeper into Sally's flooded abyss. My digits inadvertently bumped into an object that had somehow remained hidden from my touch earlier. Inquisitiveness drove me to probe more. I pushed my hand as far as I could into Sally. She kept on moaning, now grinding her crotch onto my hand as hard as I thought she could. My fingers felt the protruding form once again and my mind tried to picture its shape. It reminded me of a blunt bullet, molded to the floor of this wondrous chamber. I began to box with it, playfully wiggling it the way a cat might play with catnip filled toys. Sally didn't seem to mind; in fact it appeared as if my fooling around had increased her rocking motion. Her hips were now pitching to and fro as if out of control. The moans she had expelled from her throat so softly before now sounded painful, as if she were about to have a fit. In my less than stable state, I thought that something drastically wrong was happening to her. I panicked, thinking that Sally was about to die in the front seat of my brother's car. I abruptly pulled my mouth from hers and yanked my soaked fingers from between her legs. I was breathing rapidly, not from our sexual interplay but from absolute panic. Slowly, the nearly out-of-control state that the mature woman in my lap had been gripped by abated. My relief, on the other hand, was countered by her disappointment. As I wiped my fingers in my pants, Sally directed an unsatisfied gaze into my bloodshot eyes, followed a tempered groan of displeasure.

"Why'd you do that Bud?" she asked with measured words. "We were doing just fine. I was almost there."

"Almost where?" I asked. "I thought something was wrong with you. I thought you were goin' ta die or something."

"Well, something was gonna' happen," she replied softly, "but we can take care of that in a few minutes. Tell me Bud. Did you like what you felt?"

"Um," was my pleased reply.

Even though I didn't understand too much of what was going on, I did know that I liked the feeling of the hole between her legs. The warm, wet chamber that I had my fingers in did more for my growing requirement of sexual experience than any issue of Playboy. Pretty soon I'd have a girlfriend that I could do this with. If I had looked deeper into Sally's eyes I would have known that I wasn't going to have to wait that long. And, when I would have my first real girlfriend, I'd know exactly what I was doing.

As the sound of my last utterance faded from memory, and my fantasy of a girlfriend grew even fainter, Sally got up from my lap. She knelt on the front seat, facing me. Her skirt hung down loosely around her legs, her shirt still open with her hard-nippled tits hanging freely. She leaned towards me, placing her hands on my shoulders and bringing her face as close to mine as she could without touching me. She stared into my eyes until she knew that I was focused on hers. Slowly she spoke to me, each word leaving a lasting mark in my brain.

"Come into the backseat and fuck me Bud," she whispered, her words putting me into a zombie's trance. 

I didn't move, and I didn't speak. I didn't agree, but I didn't protest either. I just continued to look at her eyes, spellbound by the green, animal-like glow they emitted. As she leaned closer to kiss me, I felt my body float towards hers to shorten the wait. Our lips met with a gentle kiss; one that you might expect from a female classmate at a school dance. Sally kissed me a few more times like this, and I wonder now if she was trying to make me think that fucking her would somehow be as harmless as those kisses. I wasn't aware that I had continued to move, slowly enabling myself to get out from behind the steering wheel. I vaguely remember seeing Sally lift her skirt up, gathering it around her waist and turning to climb over the middle of the front seat and into the back. I do remember seeing her round, firm ass, exploding onto the scene like a car's airbag-deployment during an accident, as she bent over the back of the front seat. I can still see myself reaching out to grab her right thigh. Soft and warm, I held it steadfastly in my arms, my face pressed firmly onto the right cheek of her ass. I was surprised by its cool touch, considering that the rest of her body felt as if it had been baking in a pizza oven for some time. Sally giggled with amusement as I pressed my lips to her ass and kissed her exposed rear end. I stuck my tongue out and licked her cheek the way I had her tits, thinking that the skin on her ass was as smooth as the surface that her nipples rested upon. Its salty taste confirmed how hard she had worked that night. I imagined how tiny drops of sweat must have decorated her rump earlier. Feeling adventurous, and much more daring with the support of alcohol, I gave Sally's ass a quick bite. I didn't think that it was much of a bite, but her reaction proved that it was unforeseen and effective. My grip on her thigh vanished as her body lurched up into the air and a high-pitched scream escaped from her lungs. She laughed uncontrollably as her body folded over the back of the front seat. Sally's head hung down into the black chasm she was facing, her arms stretched out to the floorboards, stopping her from plummeting completely into it. Her legs had spread out automatically in a desperate attempt to halt her parachute-lacking freefall. Her knees caught themselves under each headrest, granting me access to a very good view of the wet crack I had had my fingers in. Thinking slowly, and moving even slower, I attempted to re-enter the miniature sauna with my fingers once more. Instead, I watched dejectedly as Sally regained her coordination and gracefully guided her entire body into the backseat. I gazed at her captivating body as she made herself comfortable in the spacious backseat of my brother's Buick. She lie on her back, her head positioned as close as she could to the passenger-side door. She had her right foot on the floorboard and her left perched on the top of the backseat. Her shirt was open with her hard nipples deliciously decorating her firm tits. 

"Come on Bud," she said softly. "I'm waiting."

If you asked me how I got into the backseat, I couldn't honestly answer you. I don't know if I tumbled into the back like a drunken idiot, or if I entered that hedonistic zone as charmingly as Cary Grant might have done. Either way, thankfully, I was with Sally, kneeling between her open legs. I do recall that we both fought at the snap and zipper that held my jeans around my hips. In spite of my assistance, Sally was soon pulling them down around my knees. My hard cock bounced out like a striking snake, the hair surrounding it barely covering the skin beneath. Despite my lack of maturity, Sally held my cock in her hands as if it were the finest she had ever seen. She cupped my dangling balls in her left hand as she gently caressed my cock with her right. Had I been sober, I think…no I'm sure…I would have shot my load instantly. Instead, I watched through a stupefying, blurred haze, as her soft, forty-year old hands prepared my cock for greater things. I'm certain now that she would have loved to put my cock into her mouth, but being as wise as she was, she didn't at that time. A mouthful of cum wasn't what she wanted. A happy cunt, jam-packed with a virgin, teenage boy's first copulating experience was what she was after. 

Remembering what I can about the whole situation, it was obvious that I had no idea as to what should happen next. Any other guy who had dipped his wick into a girl at least once would have mounted Sally in a second; his hips pitching up and down like a jackhammer. I, however, continued to kneel as if I were next to my mother at mass on Sunday. I saw a bead of moisture roll down the inside of the window above Sally's head, and I tried to see through the distorted porthole its path created to the outside world. Its slow, meandering trail made me forget about the mission Sally had been so kind to assign to me. Realizing that she might loose me totally to the effects of hops and barley, Sally gave my cock a gentle, but yet attention grabbing, squeeze and tug. I slowly looked down at her, reluctant to leave the unpredictable adventure of that droplet of water. I saw her smiling face and I smiled inanely back. I didn't notice her nearly naked body, only the deep green eyes that now mutely told me that I had another task to learn from her. I saw her lips move, but at the time, I don't remember hearing what she said. My brain, thankfully, did hear what she said and instructed the rest of my body to act accordingly. Her instructions were straightforward and simple, their ultimate results unbelievably fantastic.

"Get on top of me Bud," she whispered. "I'll guide your cock into me."

Before I go on, let me ask if you ever had one of those dreams where you find yourself floating in nothingness, heading who knows where from some unknown location? Feeling sort of like an astronaut leaving his spaceship for a spacewalk, and then having the gravity of the earth pull him ever so slowly away from his ship and back towards his original launch site. Well that's how I first remembered dropping onto Sally. Exhibiting unknown proficiency, I gracefully descended onto Sally's hungry body, sensitively placing myself between her inviting legs. Two days later, details that had been selectively eliminated by my brain were reintroduced into my life as Sally informed me that I fell on top of her like a ton of bricks. She first thought that I had passed out, my head hitting the side of the passenger door with such force that my lower teeth hammered into my uppers with a sound similar to two stones smashing together. (That answered the mysterious question as to the reason for the tender spot under my hairline.) But when I started to try to literally "eat her neck", she knew that I was still conscious. Ducking into an unobservable area of the store, she lifted her skirt to show me the two large bruises she had on the insides of her thighs where my hips had driven into her. I felt utterly embarrassed by my obvious drunken recklessness, but Sally looked at the entire situation as another fun night out. As more and more memory cells became stimulated by her words, the entire final episode in the back seat of my brother's Buick would be recalled and emblazoned into my spirit until that inevitable day upon which I cease to live.

In an attempt to stop the mauling I was delivering to her neck, and start the pounding between her legs that she wanted to take pleasure in, Sally pushed at my shoulders with her hands. I gradually felt my upper body rise from the soft, warm skin of her chest. Soon my face was no longer buried between her neck and the backseat of the car. Fresh and somewhat cooler air filled my lungs. Awareness of what was going on filtered back into my consciousness as I was lifted off of Sally. Once again, I was kneeling erect between her legs, my hard cock pointing out into the darkness like an accusing finger. Once more, I glanced at the fogged windows surrounding me. I wished that I could look out to make sure that no other car was around. I also felt secure in the thought that, if I couldn't see out, no one could see in. I turned my attention back to the forty-year old lady who was on her back in front of me. Her smile exuded an excitement that could only be matched by a child preparing to enter Disney World for the first time in their life. Half of the fun she awaited would be in the act of fucking; the other would be in the pleasure of taking a virgin. One always thinks of that as only a man's aspiration and capability, but we forget that the door swings both ways. Having Sally escort me on that premier journey would be an event we could both take delight in remembering and boasting about. Her forthcoming words and actions would now teach me something other than the ins and outs of a cash register.

"Come on Bud," she said softly. "Try to get on top of me again, but take your time. Don't worry about your pecker. I'll make sure everything goes in all right."

Doing my best to do as my pretty coach instructed, and not worrying one bit about the consequences, I began to lower myself on top of her one more time. I reached out with my right hand to the back of the seat in order to help support myself. I placed my left hand next to her body, careful not to pinch her soft, pink skin between my palm and the seat. In spite of this being my initial attempt, I knew that my hips were too far forward. If I continued to proceed on my present course, my cock would wind up somewhere around her belly button. Instinctively, I lifted my feet from the car seat and attempted to wiggle my legs back towards the driver's side of the car. My pants and underwear, still wrapped around my knees where they had dropped earlier, hindered my progress. I reached down and pushed them further along my legs, shackling my feet as if I was an escapee from a chain gang. Nonetheless, I was now capable of repositioning myself so that I could allow Sally the opportunity to guide my hard cock into her waiting cunt. Again I pushed my legs back and lowered my hard cock in the direction of Sally's waiting cunt. As my body lessened the distance between us, I felt Sally's fingers wrap gently around my cock. Not pulling, but waiting more patiently than she should have needed to, the grandmother beneath me aimed the tip of my cock with the skill of an expert marksman. I felt cool wetness with the tip of my cock as it touched the damp hairs covering the soft, thick lips of Sally's cunt. Immediately after that, the head of my cock was bathed in the warm, slippery liquid my fingers had gone swimming in previously. Simultaneously, a moan conveying mixed meanings flowed sensually from Sally's throat. Success, satisfaction, victory, fun, accomplishment, excitement, and who knows what other adjective, defined the sound she created. I do know that at that moment I felt as if I had done the best thing I could have ever done for her. In a few more minutes I learned that what I had just carried out was nothing. 

As my cock continued its journey further into Sally's deep hole, I wondered if I should stop my descent at some point, thinking again that there was no way I could fit my entire cock inside of her. With alcohol distorting my judgment, I thought that my cock had swollen to the size of a horses'. How quickly I had forgotten that my fingers had just been where my cock was now; a snug room with expandable walls. Maybe a horse's cock could fit into Sally if she really wanted it to. Further and further I fell down into her tunnel. Alice had tumbled endlessly into "Wonderland" through the rabbit's hole, but not with the same results I would encounter. Finally my hips told me that I had fallen as far as I could. The hard resistance of the bones making up her pelvis brought an end to my journey. Not surprisingly, my body, specifically my cock, wanted to go further. Instinctively the muscles of my body flexed, pushing my hips down onto hers. I felt her legs spread ever so slightly, hampered by the lack of room in the back seat. Her right leg pitched out, her knee banging into the back of the front seat. Even though the extra room allotted by her movements was minimal, I felt my cock stab deeper into her now flooded cunt. An unplanned shift of my body revealed the indescribable pleasure of withdrawing a hard cock from a slippery cunt, and then re-entering a woman's stimulated cavity. Ignoring the alcohol filtering through my body, flashes of intense feelings filled my brain. I felt a shudder go up my spine as I felt my cock lurch inside of her. My balls tightened and the muscles of my ass constricted. My back arched as my hips began to pump up and down, repeating the exhilarating action of throwing my hard cock in and out of Sally's cunt. 

With the intoxicating influence of hormones being added to my already numbed state caused by beer, I didn't sense the activity of Sally's body, driven by the desire to achieve the orgasm my fingers had nearly presented to her. She had now lifted her right leg up, throwing her foot on top of the back of the front seat. With one perfectly timed movement, she shifted her entire body towards the front as I brought the weight of my body from hers during one of my rapid withdrawals out of her cunt. This predetermined relocation of her torso increased the expandability of her pelvis, awarding to this young boy between her legs the ultimate depths of her increasingly excited cunt. As I came back down following her unnoticed maneuver, I was fairly surprised by the duration of my next plunge into her steaming hole. The thought that the two of us had somehow broken the springs of the back seat of my brother's car entered my still confused brain. I fully expected to see a deep, permanent depression in the middle of the seat when we would both get up. I could just see my brother having a fit when I told him that it was damaged by one of my downward stokes into the cunt of an older lady I was fucking the night before. Nonetheless, not letting this imaginary problem interfere with what I was feeling, I continued to pump my hard cock into Sally. After a few more strokes, my brain circumnavigated the scrambled thoughts of the damaged seat, and I realized that the depression wasn't in the car seat but in the marvelous area between Sally's legs. The hard resistance of her pelvis was gone, replaced by the soft surface of her delicious thighs. I could feel the thick coat of the hairs between her legs seep through mine, their curled shape entangling with some of my own growth. I felt a slight tug at the roots of my sparse hairs as our hips separated. Soon I noticed a damp feeling spreading around my crotch as the slippery juices flowing from Sally's cunt were painted onto my body by the brush of pubic hairs she owned. 


As the warm fluids of her cunt continued to be discharged in seemingly endless amounts, I thought of the drop of water I had seen dripping down the inside if the car's window. Somehow forgetting what I was doing, and the pleasure I was obtaining from it, I looked back to the car's window for that other drop of fluid. A startling, blinding light, pierced through the safety glass I had foolishly peered at. Surprisingly, my brain instantly recognized the bolts of brightness as the headlights of a distant, oncoming car. On the spot soberness made my hips terminate their rise and fall towards Sally's body. All of the excitement between my legs that I had been aware of disappeared. She, however, was totally involved in what she was doing and feeling. The strong muscles of her legs continued to throw her hips into the air, dragging the lips of her cunt over the entire length of the shaft of my hard cock. Each upward thrust was followed by an imperceptibly swift massage of her clit against the upper base of my cock. The forty year-old woman, who used to make money dancing at a strip joint, and who now enjoyed wearing skirts so short that men of the area didn't mind food shopping, could care less about what was happening outside. All she knew was that an eighteen year-old virgin was letting her drag her cunt over his hard, stiff cock in the back seat of a Buick, and that she was building up towards one hell of an orgasm. The windows of the car could have been filled with the amazed faces of all of our co-workers, watching the two of us pound away at each other, and she wouldn't have noticed or cared. All she wanted was to feel my cock convulse inside of her, spitting its cargo of hot cum into her cunt and propelling her to her ultimate goal.




Back Seat Drivin'



Unable to ignore the nearing vehicle, my mind went into a rampant nightmare. As the auto neared, I thought I recognized the familiar square shape a Ford Crown Victoria, a car that probably had the biggest available V-8 you could cram under its hood, capable of going faster than most any other car sold today. Its high beams came on, preventing me from seeing the spotlight on the driver's side door or the framework of metal that held the strobe lights of red and blue colors that could be seen miles away when turned on. I couldn't see the driver, but I was sure that he stood taller than six feet and weighed close to two hundred pounds. He would be dressed neatly; dark gray pants and shirt, black tie and shoes, and a wide black belt from which a thick black stick and a large caliber handgun were suspended. When he stopped his car next to mine, he would get out and reach for the "Smokey-bear" hat that the local troopers wore, pitching it to one side as he put it on so that it wouldn't look too silly sitting on top of his large, bulbous head, that was probably the size of a grizzly's. He would walk to the driver's side of my car with his flashlight, the kind that held five or six D-size batteries and weighed enough to easily cave in the skull of any outlaw. The light it produced was brighter than a laser's and could probably melt steel if pointed at it long enough. He would lean towards the fogged windows of the car and aim the light of that flashlight inside with his left hand, his right resting on the handle of his firearm. The moisture on the inside of the window would evaporate instantly and I would feel the warmth of the beam of light land on my bare ass. The fine hairs that covered my cheeks would start to smoke and rise towards the roof the way one sees clouds float from a chimney in winter. Upon further inspection, he would see the wonderful, firm legs of Sally still convulsing beneath me as she finally began to have her orgasm. Not knowing or caring that we were being watched, and unable to contain herself, she would begin to scream as she lost control of her body. The leviathan with the flashlight, who could probably scare a T-rex from its last meal, would panic, thinking that I was somehow hurting, maybe even killing the older grandmother beneath me. He would react instantly, extracting his gun from its holster faster than I could pull my cock out of Sally's cunt. A flash and explosion would immediately appear at its muzzle as a .45-caliber bullet penetrated the glass of the window as if it wasn't there. The relatively small and lightweight projectile, traveling at nearly the speed of sound, would go in, through, and out of my skull before a single shard of glass landed on the seat. I would be dead before I heard the gun go off, instantly standing in front of Saint Peter and asking him to put in a good word for me; hoping that if he told God that I didn't even cum in Sally's cunt yet, I wouldn't spend all of eternity in hell. 

A soft moan of pleasure from the grandmother spread-eagle below me, and not the thunderous sound of the condemning voice of the Almighty, woke me from my drunken nightmare. I glanced quickly outside, spotting the threatening vehicle at the other end of the parking lot. It had been someone in a beat-up Subaru, taking a short cut through the parking lot in order to avoid a few stop signs. Only a solitary worker at a busy body shop would have been more frightened than I had been at the sight of that car slowly driving by. With the danger past, and my older co-worker still thrusting her hips up to mine, I took a long, deep breath and refocused my attention inward. Concentrating as hard as I could, trying to expel any of the blurring abilities that the small concentration of alcohol contained in beer still had, I awkwardly attempted to catch up to Sally's body. With the rhythm of a three year-old, who doesn't even know what a beat is, I began to lift my hips up and down. Agonizing clicks of time passed as I tried to give and gain pleasure from the duel our bodies engaged in. I witnessed the uncomfortable results of badly timed physical collisions as Sally's eyes snapped tightly shut, her mouth contorting into grotesque poses coinciding with random, mistimed, pulverizing impacts. She stoically went on, unwilling to let a little pain upset the path to her orgasm. She knew that ultimately we would reconnect, ending with spectacular fireworks that would rival any show that the "Grucci" family had ever sent into the night skies. 

Perseverance paid off as finally our bodies once again began to move as evolution had developed them to. My body and Sally's now met with tantalizing results. My hard cock slid easily into her cunt as our bodies converged, fitting together as if purposely molded that way. I was now unsuspectingly reaping benefits from the alcohol I had consumed earlier. Had I been sober, I would have cum in my pants while Sally sat on my lap in the front of the car. If I had held out until I fell into the back seat, my cock would have spit at her when she pulled my pants down. Now, my inebriated state gave me the lasting powers of an award winning porno star who could have a film edited in such a way that he would appear to last hours before shooting his load of cum onto his co-star's belly. I even suspect that Sally was amazed, and happy, that my cock hadn't exploded inside of her by this time. I, for one, had no idea when I was supposed to fulfill my end of this bargain. I knew that I liked what I was feeling at each and every moment, but what it would all finally end with was something I could never have envisioned.

I remember looking down at Sally, watching as her head pressed into the side of the car door as I pushed my hips into hers. Her bleached hair would flair out as my cock pushed its solitary eye as far as it could into the dark recesses of her warm, wet cunt. At one point during our vertical dance, the experienced woman beneath me kept her crotch pressed tightly against mine. She levitated her hips up as I lifted mine and fell back to the seat as I pushed down. Pressing her clit firmly into my body, Sally was navigating her ship towards the paradise she needed desperately to visit. Trying to follow every step of the unspoken tutelage she was providing, I didn't attempt to divide our bodies. Instead, I pressed my crotch as hard as I could back into hers. Giving the impression that we were one creature with two heads and eight appendages, our bodies undulated with growing energy. I had now brought my upper body down onto hers. Her soft tits cushioned my chest; her flat stomach warmed the cool beers that I held inside of mine. I placed my face into the nape of her neck; the sweet scent of her hair and body mixing oddly with the grimy smell of the Buick's upholstery. As the weight of our bodies combined with the speed of our motions, the laws of physics were imposed onto the car. First I heard the rusted springs of the seat cushion begin to squeak, notifying its two occupants that the strain being placed upon them was totally unnecessary. Protesting that what we were doing should be carried out on a Sealy "Posturpedic" mattress, the seat springs' clamor became louder. Unperturbed by our noisy neighbor, Sally held onto me tightly as a long continuous moan filtered through her vocal chords. Not willing to so easily rescind its objection to what we were doing just because of an old woman's impending orgasm, the Buick began to recruit other dissidents. 

Even though my brother took very good care of his car's engine, he had neglected to bestow the same attention to the rest of the car. Enlisting these other forsaken soldiers, the car began to creak and groan like the hull of an old and rusted ship as it would when being crushed by the pressures of the depths of the ocean as it sank. Because of the location of my head, I heard the unmistakable sound of metal grinding against metal. The suspension of the car had been taxed by the first owners' rutted, dirt driveway. My brother had hauled anything and everything you could ever think of, inside and on top of this car. The shocks and springs barley kept the body from rubbing against the wheels. As the screams of the militia from underneath the car became louder, I could sense the Buick begin to rock like a small rowboat out on the rolling sea. At first the pitch was minimal; tiny waves lapping onto a yacht's hull. Gradually, the sway built in size, causing the spring-loaded head of the stupid dog on the back window's deck to nod knowingly. I was amazed at the power created by the stimulated grandmother beneath me. Dynamic waves, seeming to conduct tons of force, now slammed into the bulk of the vessel that contained our two bodies. A captain at sea may have told his crew to abandon ship. I did not have this luxury. I would have to ride this storm out, lashed to the forty-year-old woman who had generated this tempest.

I had no idea that Sally was only a few seconds away from going ballistic. I didn't notice the subtle changes taking place between her legs. Her cunt had turned into a pool with her lubricating fluids spilling out and oozing down the crack of her ass to the seat's cushion. Her pelvis had widened without the need to spread her legs anymore, allowing my hard cock to plunge even deeper into her. If I had been more experienced, or less drunk, I would have felt the tip of my cock boxing with her cervix, and heard her soft voice whispering "yes" with every connecting jab thrown. The muscles inside of her cunt contracted around my cock with remarkable strength. Feeling these internal hugs, my body started to respond without the need of the brain located above my shoulders. Some other, more knowledgeable source of thinking power went to work. My hips began to pump up and down with a purpose. With force and momentum continually building, I thought that somehow the lower half of my body had gone into some sort of convulsion. A low moan started to flow out of my throat as this growing fit traveled its way up my body. When it reached my chest I felt a tightening around my ribs as my heart beat at speeds I had only felt after I had run races for the school track team. I pushed my bound feet against the driver's side door, trying to throw my hard cock further into Sally's incredible cunt. I became aware of a tightening around my balls as my stalled orgasm built up pressure. If I had had a fifth beer I would have thought that they had become entangled in the seat belts. Suddenly I felt my entire body being lifted as the older woman under my weight elevated her hips from the car seat. As she dropped us both back down to the seat my cock dove into the deepest depths of her cunt. She hesitated just long enough as my hips withdrew my cock, waiting until I was returning to that warm, wet cavity to throw her hips back up at me. Our bodies met with tantalizing results. As her body flipped the switch to her orgasm into the on position, Sally's next few words of encouragement made my cock and balls head towards a frenzied spasm.

"Go Bud, go," she said loudly, as our bodies continued meet just above the car seat.

I looked down between my arms and couldn't believe what I was seeing, as my hard cock repeatedly appeared and then disappeared into the crop of hair between Sally's legs. Over and over I watched as her hips and mine separated and then met, my cock, coated with her slippery juices, glistening in the moonlight. I obeyed what she had just said, not daring to stop what was happening between us.

"Fuck me Bud…Fuck me," was her last utterance.

The words barely made it out of her mouth as her orgasm ripped through her body. Her hips remained off of the car seat with her strong and firm legs supporting our weight as my cock plunged repeatedly into her cunt. She remained stationary, as if seized by a large jolt of electricity. I could feel rapid vibrations growing between her legs as her moan of extreme pleasure grew in volume. With no need to think, my fully expanded cock probed happily into Sally's juicy hole. Suddenly, she let her body drop back onto the car seat once again. I followed her down, riding comfortably in the firm and warm cushions of her body. With her orgasm flowing like a river with an endless source of water, Sally waited happily for my own orgasm to finally explode. With no prior warning, I lost all control, limited as it had been, of what was going on between my legs. Collaborating like two sadistic devotees of sex, which they are, my cock and balls now attempted to send me to an insane asylum with their feral actions. As my cock plunged deeply into Sally's cunt on that orgasm riding stoke, I knew that the rest of my life would be very different. My body arched as the first load of cum began its journey into Sally's cunt. It felt as if the world's greatest plumber was forcefully opening a clogged pipe. A hot, flushed feeling went through my thighs as my first purposefully constructed orgasm exploded out of my body. With the most wonderful "stroke" of luck, I let go of my wad of cum just as my cock plunged deeply into Sally's hole. One long, continuous, pulse of muscular unity threw my thick, hot juice against the back walls of her waiting cunt. An instant response from the muscles controlling the body of the grandmother under me pushed Sally's clit against my crotch. A soft, high-pitched noise squeezed out of her throat. At speeds that I still find hard to believe, my balls produced another shipment of cum in the time it took to extract my cock out of Sally's cunt and put it back inside of her. As I threw the head of my cock into the depths of her wet cavity with my next downward thrust, I was shocked as I felt the journey of that next load travel through my shaft. A peculiar sense that my cock was expanding, as the sizeable and bulky substance made its way through the tiny tube within the shaft of my cock and into Sally's body, filled my brain. As that next lump of cum flew out of my cock I felt Sally's hands grab onto the cheeks of my ass. I felt her fingers dig deeply into my flesh, pressing my cock as far as it could go into her. It felt as if my asshole was starting to rip open as she pulled my cheeks apart with greater strength than I thought her small body could exert. I tried valiantly to pull my cock out of her cunt as my balls prepared a third gift for her. However, her strong grip kept my crotch firmly wedged between her legs. Imprisoned by her passionate grasp, a constrained jerk of my hips sent my last full shipment of cum into Sally. I would swear that I felt that last blast of hot liquid rise up to surround the entire shaft of my cock as my cum filled Sally's convulsing hole up to capacity. Our bodies continued to tremble as one, even though my balls had closed up their manufacturing plant for the night. I closed my eyes and let my hips pitch up and down as Sally released her hold of my ass. Totally thrilled by what my body had just experienced, I consciously pulled my hard, cum-coated cock in and out of her happy cunt until fatigue finally took over my body. The muscles of my thighs and ass ached when I had finished. Sally waited patiently, pleased in knowing that she had taken a virgin boy on this night. I'm also sure that her cunt was still enjoying the last flickers of electricity that still lit her cunt as brightly as it had just minutes earlier.

At last, I allowed my body to collapse onto Sally's. I closed my eyes as I buried my face into her neck. I kissed her softly, tasting the salty residue of the sweat that had exited from her pores. I filtered out the musty odor of the backseat, now smelling only the sweet, soft perfume she had put on before she had come to work that night. I suspect that unconsciousness must have gripped me in seconds, for the next thing that I remember, Sally was trying to wake me. My face was being held gently in her soft hands; a striking contrast to the loud voice she used to bring me back to the still existing world. I had the strange thought of a dream as I struggled to awaken, in which Sally continued to wiggle her hips into mine as I slept peacefully on top of her. I thought that I felt her hand reach down between our bodies to her crotch, the rapid movement of one of her fingers made me wonder if she was scratching herself again. I swear that I felt the heels of her feet push into my ass, forcing my unresponsive hips into hers. Her hand had disappeared from her crotch and was now joining forces with her other, holding my chest tightly against her own. I felt her crotch rubbing furiously into mine as I imagined hearing her throat uttering grateful sounds of pleasure as another long orgasm made her entire body shudder.

"Come on Bud," she said loudly. "Wake up kid. You gotta' get off of me. We both have to get home. Pull that pecker of yours out of me, would ya'."

I'm sure that the blank stare she saw was somewhat unsettling.

"Let's go Bud," she said demandingly. "Get that cock out of my cunt so I can get up. We can't sleep here all night like this. I'm sure you're quite happy having your pecker inside of me, and I kinda' like it too, but it's got to come out some time."

As a stupid smile gradually grew on my face, Sally knew that she had finally woken me. She smiled back, happy about quite a few things that had happened inside my brother's car that night. With her constant encouragement, I reluctantly pulled my cock out of her cunt. A thin, spindly filament of cum stretched from the tip of my cock to somewhere inside the expanded opening between Sally's fantastic legs. Complete exhaustion suddenly gripped me again. Had it not been for Sally's strength I would have collapsed back on top of her. Eight hours of work, four beers and my first round of sex with a forty-year-old woman had drained every ounce of energy out of my body. Sally, however, seemed to be ready for another session if some other willing man had been strolling around. As I slowly got off of her and sat on the edge of the seat, Sally remained where she was, her wonderful legs still spread wide apart. I stared down between her legs; her growth of hair wet and matted. I saw for the first time a breathing woman's cunt. Even in the darkness of the night I could see the swollen lips of her cunt; engorged doors that had opened graciously for my virgin cock. I saw the inner layers of stretched flesh glowing brightly with a tint of dark pink color, baring witness to the pleasurable physical conflict that had taken place there. At the center of her cunt, I saw the remnants of my labor. The distinctive, opaque color of cum filled the cavern to where Sally had lured my hard cock. Slowly, a small amount of cum was beginning to roll lazily down towards her asshole. Sensing the thick fluids movement, Sally contracted the muscles of her cunt and I saw her opening close, my cum vanishing back inside of her. The cheeks of her ass pressed together, squashing the drops of cum between them and preventing their continued downward journey. 

"Do you have any tissues in this car Bud?" she asked.

"I don't think so," I said, not knowing if I was right or wrong.

"That's all right. I've got some in mine."

With that, she picked her left leg up and swung it over my head. Her smooth, round, bare ass lit up the inside of the car once more. Without bothering to button up her shirt, Sally opened the car door and quickly exited. I sat quietly in the back seat, staring down at my slowly softening cock. When I became aware of a drop of cum beginning to drip down to the floorboard, I instantly thought of my brother. What would he say if he found cum stains in his car, especially if he knew that they weren't his? I reached down and began to try to pull my pants up my legs, fighting off the strong feeling of spinning like a top once more. The sound of Sally's car door made me forget about myself and think about her. I wondered what she might be doing or if she needed some kind of help, even though I was in no shape to help anyone. To my surprise, the back door of the car opened and Sally stuck her head inside. Her shirt was still unbuttoned, her beautiful tits and hard nipples exposed for me to see. She was holding her skirt up around her waist, her firm legs and bushy cunt causing my cock to jump with joy. She reached inside, handing me a bunch of tissues.




Back Seat Drivin'



"Clean yourself up Bud," she said with a smile. "I'm gonna take care of myself out here."

With that, she closed the door and left me alone again. I took a couple of tissues from the pile she gave me and attempted to wipe the residue of her cunt from my cock. Unfortunately, Sally's juices and my cum had transformed into some kind of glue, making the tissue stick to my cock. With the ability of a man born with ten thumbs, I fought to detach the offending material from myself. Minutes seemed to pass as a pile of white flakes built up on the floor of my brother's car. The mess that would have been left by the few drops of cum would have been better. Once again, my thoughts turned to Sally and what she might be doing outside by herself. Exiting the back seat as gracefully as I had more than likely entered, I tumbled out of the Buick. Still struggling to pull my pants up around my waist, I looked towards the front of the cars. Sally was squatting on her haunches, facing me. Her knees were spread far apart, her skirt still pulled up around her waist. A large spot of white fluid was on the ground between her feet. As another drop slowly oozed from her cunt and added to the total, Sally happily smiled up at me. A few silent seconds passed and then she looked between her legs, checking to see if any more cum would be slipping out of her. She reached between her legs with her hands and pulled the lips of her cunt apart. We both waited to see what would transpire. Nothing. She was empty.

"I guess I'm finished," she said looking up at me once again.

Taking some tissues she had buried in her collected skirt, Sally wiped her cunt. When she was finished, she placed the wad onto the puddle she had made. For some odd reason I thought that we shouldn't be littering like this, but which one of us would clean it up…and how? As I watched Sally stand up and begin to button her shirt, I realized that the four beers I had swallowed earlier were no longer in a liquid state. The raucous ride that my body had taken between her forty year olds' legs had transformed those 48 bitter ounces of fluid into an undeterminable amount of foam. A very volatile geyser was building inside of my stomach. I closed my eyes and leaned against my brother's car. I fought off the urge to upchuck as I sensed the world begin to spin once more. Luckily, I still had Sally on my side. I felt her soft hands hold onto my left arm, steadying the wobble I was starting to feel in my legs. The warm fingers of her right hand gently rubbed my neck.

"Open your eyes Bud," she said firmly. "Don't close them anymore. You'll just keep on losin' it if you do. Come on kid. You can get through this. Take some deep breaths."

I did as she said, blowing as much alcohol as I could out of my lungs with every breath I took. I didn't dare close my eyes, staring instead at the black night sky and its billions of stars. We stood there together for quite some time, Sally resting her head on my shoulder. The thrill of fucking a virgin teen-age boy, and the effects of a very satisfying orgasm or two, or three, had tired Sally to some degree too. Ultimately, the pressure inside my stomach began to subside, waiting for a better time to punish me for my indulgences on this night. Sally sensed my stabilized condition, knowing that I had better get home before my parents called the cops to start looking for me. She moved and stood in front of me, pressing her firm tits onto my chest. She let her hands drop down and gently began to rub my crotch. My now flaccid cock quickly responded to her touch. I soon had a hard-on that rivaled the one I had had when I pushed my cock as far as I could into her wet cunt. She expertly squeezed my shaft, letting an approving moan escape from her throat.

"You were very good Bud," she said, placing her face as close as she could to mine. "If I didn't know this was your first time, I'd swear that you've been fucking all those cute little high school girls that you ride on the school bus with. Next time I need a good fuck, I'm gonna come looking for you."

She gave my cock another firm squeeze and rubbed her tits against my chest. Not knowing how to answer such compliments, I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled.

"Maybe next time, I'll give you a blow job," she said smiling. "How does that sound Bud?"

"Sure," I said, not really knowing or caring what a blowjob was.

Sally then raised herself up on her tiptoes to give me a kiss. I surprised her, and myself, when I pushed my tongue into her mouth. I saw hers eyes widen as she quickly responded with her own tongue, pushing it past mine and into my mouth. I held her tightly in my arms as she put hers around my neck. I let my hands drop down to her ass, struggling to pull her skirt up. In no time I had her bare ass in my hands, pulling her cheeks apart as she had done to mine in the back seat of the Buick. She moaned approvingly as she felt her asshole open up, cooler outside air diving into her flared cavity. Had it not been for the sound of another passing car we might have found ourselves in the back seat of my brother's car again. Slowly, we both allowed our bodies to separate and the passion between us to subside. We both knew that tonight was not going to be a one-night thing. Somehow, very soon in the future, Sally would have my cock back inside of her cunt, filling her empty hole with the hot cum my balls would eagerly make for her.

I made it home without getting into trouble and thankfully no one was up waiting for me. However, it would have been nice to have had Sally there to help me when my stomach finally decided that it was time for me to pay for my excesses of the night by throwing the foaming beer inside of belly out as quickly as it could. I barely made it into the house and to the downstairs toilet when I began to spew beer out of my mouth the way Linda Blair pitched green goo all over the screen in "The Exorcist". As I weakly drove that porcelain bus down an imaginary "Indy" road course, I wondered whether my cock or my throat had more force behind their ejections of fluid on this Fourth of July morning. I prayed that it was my cock.

My brother found me sleeping downstairs on the bathroom floor very early the next morning. A strong nudge from his size 12 boots roused me from my almost comatose sleep.

"Must have been quite a night you had little brother," he said loudly. "There better not be any dents in my car."

I could only look painfully up at him. My tongue felt as if it had swollen to the size of a cow's; the inside of my mouth was full of cotton.

"Well, I guess you're almost a man now," he said smiling, gradually decreasing the volume of his baritone voice. "You still gotta' get your fuckin' cock inside of a good piece of pussy."

This time I smiled back at him, knowing that I had gotten past that obstacle with Sally last night. Instead of saying anything back, I gave him the finger. He laughed loudly as he left me lying there on the cold tile floor.

Sally was true to her promise. On the next holiday, the same group of people gathered for some beers in the parking lot again. For a second time, Sally and I were the last ones there. This time we sat in her car in the darkened parking lot while she gave me a blowjob. I came in less than a minute as the head of my cock convulsed wildly inside of her mouth. On that night, cum hit the back of her throat instead of the back walls of her cunt. There was also no need to worry about leaving a mess on the parking lot blacktop because Sally swallowed every drop of cum my cock pitched into her mouth. That was the last time we ever did anything in a car in the store parking lot. It was also the last time we stayed to drink with the rest of the workers. We would tell everyone that we were going home, heading off in our normal, different directions. When I was sure that no one would see, I would double back a different way and drive to Sally's house where she would be waiting eagerly for me. Fucking was a lot easier in her bed. And no, we didn't need a holiday to get together. In no time I was going over to Sally's house at least once a week. Between Christmas and New Years of that year I was in her bed, and inside of her cunt, every night. 

I stayed at the store for almost another year, long enough to see Sally be promoted to supervisor of all cashiers when our former "super" retired. Attractive, business suits replaced her sexy, short skirts. Even though the hems were longer, Sally could still wiggle her ass pretty good. I've left the store for now to work part time in construction. The pay is a lot better, but the scenery is less than adequate. I've tried to be with Sally whenever I can, but her responsibilities at the store have decreased her availability to me. In fact, it's been almost a month since the two of us have been together in bed. 

My brother's Buick finally ended up in the junkyard. Its suspension gave out on the highway while he was doing sixty, hauling a ton of bags of concrete mix. I did finally buy my own car, a small foreign model with only two front seats. That little car was great for high school, but college is starting in a couple of weeks. Next Friday I'm trading it in for a big Ford, (the kind the state troopers drive), with lots of room in back. By the way, it's a holiday weekend. 



Back Seat Fellatio



This is my first story and completely true. Enjoy! 

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It started when I posted an ad on Craigslist stating that I was a good looking guy looking for a cock to suck. I made it clear that I preferred white guys with big, shaved cocks. Most importantly, I was looking for a guy who was willing to receive an anonymous blowjob and who could feed me a BIG load of cum.

At the time, I was twenty-four. I am an attractive guy, not the fittest body, but average. However, my best asset is a thick 8-inch cock that girls loved. I consider myself a curious straight guy. I loved women and have been with many, however, there was just something about the thought of sucking a nice big cock and swallowing a big mouthful of cum.

Although I love sucking cock I was only willing to do so in an anonymous setting. I had previously set up a gloryhole in my apartment and, after several Craigslist posts, had the opportunity to suck two nice cocks. Although both were large and thick and tasted delicious, neither produced the huge cumshot that I had been dreaming of.

My new ad specified that I was looking for someone who had a private gloryhole or who was interested in being blindfolded. Just the thought of walking in to a stranger's place to find a nice cock sticking through a gloryhole or them sitting back, blindfolded, with a big cock ready to be pleasure would make my cock rock hard. At times while walking down the street the thought that I could be passing a guy that I had sucked dry and neither of us knew about our intimate bond was so intensely hot. I often thought about the other guy's point of view during our hot encounters. I wanted the experience to be as hot as possible for them. The thought of being vulnerable, unable to see what was coming, and having a stranger tease them, giving them slow passionate head, then increasing intensity until the felt their cock explode in an eager mouth, only for the stranger to slip away unknown. It was almost like I was a cocksucking ghost.

Over the next few hours I receive many responses, some good and some hardly worth opening. Despite the amount of responses, I still hadn't receive the offer I was looking for. As I waited, I read stories on Literotica and watched videos of hot girls sucking big cocks and swallowing cum. My favorite was Heather Brooke, whose skills I envied, as well as the huge cumshots she received from her husband's big cock. As I sifted through the stories, I noticed I received another response. Upon opening it, I knew this was the one I was looking for.

He was a white businessman in his forties, married, and had very little experience with another man. In his email, he said he was 5'8'', fit, disease and drug free, and had a shaved 7" cut cock. As he went on, he mentioned that he would love to be blindfolded while I work his dick and that he did indeed shoot BIG loads of cum. The only catch was that he wanted to do it in the back seat of his car...in the middle of the day.

Although I was hesitant to give a stranger head in such a public situation, I decided to respond with my concerns and asked him for a picture of his dick. Five minutes later he responded saying that he had an SUV with tinted windows and that he knew of a spot a couple blocks from me which would ensure complete privacy. I still wasn't convinced, that is until I scrolled down and saw the picture of his cock. It wasn't the biggest dick I'd ever seen, but it was shaved and 7 inches, just like he said. It was average thickness, which would allow him to easily slide down my throat, and it was perfectly formed, with protruding veins, big, shaved balls, and I nice thick head that made my mouth water.

I was sold. My cock was growing as I typed a response. I asked when he was available and for a description of his SUV. Three minutes later I received his response -- we were to meet at the previously established location in 45 minutes.

I found myself full of nervous excitement as I read those words several time. Realizing I had little time, I rushed off to jump in the shower and shave -- I wanted him to experience a wet smooth mouth. After throwing on my clothes, I checked the clock and still had twenty minutes until I needed to leave. To prepare myself, I read some of my favorite fellatio stories on Literotica and queued up some of my favorite blowjob scenes. By the time I needed to leave, my cock was rock hard and had an insatiable hunger for his cock.

I felt like I was floating as I walked the three blocks to the area under the train tracks he told me about. Before rounding the corner into the mostly vacant parking lot, I stop to take a deep breath and calm my nervous. After a minute I turned the corner and saw his white Lexus SUV. True to his word, the back windows were tinted and he was facing a brick wall, making it impossible for someone to see in. As I reached for the handle and pulled open the door I felt the exhilarating rush of the moment when you pass the point to no return.

I climbed into the back seat and turned to find my new found friend with bandana blindfold on wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of boxers. His backseat was large and he was positioned at an angle that allowed me to slip to my knees on the floor of the other seat, giving me perfect access between his legs. At this point, no words were spoken. I could tell he was nervous and honestly, I was a little nervous as well. His boxers were loose fitting, but I could still see the bulge of his stiffening cock. I slowly ran my hands up his thighs and grabbed the waistband of his boxers and he eagerly lifted up to allow me to pull them down to his ankles.

I sat that for a several long seconds for two reasons: too admire his semi-hard shaved cock, the same cock that was in the pic I had admired all afternoon, and to build the anticipation as he waited to feel the touch of his ghost cocksucker. Not fully erect, his cock drooped in a way so the head was pointed directly as my face. Unable to wait any longer, I slowly leaned forward so the head was just an inch or two in front of my face, and slowly bathed the tip of his cock hot breath. After hours of anticipation, his cock bounced slightly and his breathing became more rapid. I was rewarded with a few drops of precum slowly seeping from his cock head. Finally, I licked my lips one last time, then leaned forward and flicked my tongue out and slowly licked the tip of his cock head. I was greeted by an audible gasp and the sweet taste of his precum.

Completely entranced at this point, I extended my tongue and began to encircle his bulbous crown of his rapidly expanding cock. I then slowly slithered my tongue down the underside of the shaft and worked my way back up to the head. After doing this a few times, I allowed myself to pause at the sensitive underside of the head, flattening my tongue and slowly bathing the underside of his now rock-hard knob. After a moment I slide my tongue back down to the base of his shaft and onto his hairless sack. To the sound of a groan, I took each of his large ball into my mouth and worked my tongue around them.

As I listened to his moans of pleasure, I knew that I needed to feel his cock in my mouth. I slid my lips up the veiny length of his cock to find his cock tip leaking precum. I licked around his cockhead one more time, lapping up the delicious precum, then slowly slid his big knob between his lips and into my mouth. As I drooled onto his cock, I slowly began sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, furiously licking as I moved back and forth gradually taking more and more into my mouth. At this point, my new best friend's nerves were replaced with lust and pleasure. He was becoming more vocal moaning things like "Fuck yea" and "That's right, suck my fucking cock!" Overwhelmed by the stimulation I was providing, he started to say dirtier and dirtier things. He called me "his little cocksucker" and would ask me if I liked sucking his big cock, to which I would moan my unmistakable response.

I continued moving his big cock in and out of my mouth, occasionally stopping to lick around the head lapping up the increasing amount of precum. After using only my mouth to this point, he started to moan as my hand slid down and massage his aching balls as I bobbed up and down on his pulsing dick.

"Oh god. You don't know how good this feels. Suck it, slut!" He groaned. I took this as my queue and slid my lips all the way his cock until the tip was poking the back of my mouth. One more time up and down, then I slowly worked the head into my throat. This was met by a surprised half-moan, half-gasp. I started working his entire cock in and out of my throat, which stimulated more and more saliva from my throat. He was moaning audibly at this point and when I pulled off his cock I could taste more and more precum pumping out. I knew he was getting close and wanted to work him up to an overwhelming orgasm.

After a few more pumps down my throat I slowly took the entire length of his cock down my throat. Instead of pulling off, I held it in my throat and licked his scrotum. A trick a learned from Heather Brooke herself. This made his breathing become even more rapid and his moaning even louder. Overcome with lust, he put his hand on the back of my head and started pushing my head up and down as he raised his hips to pump his cock in my throat.

I was in heaven moaning on his cock. He fucked his pulsing dick in and out of my mouth with increasing intensity as his groans almost turned to screams. His cock was spewing precum and his breathing was so heavy I knew my creamy reward was near. I was rock hard in anticipation of his seed filling my mouth and would've let him do anything to "his little cocksucker".

He froze with his pulsating cock in my mouth and let out a loud guttural "UUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!" I knew it was time for my reward and moved my lips to the tip of his cock pleading for his cum. His whole body tense and I felt the first shot of his seed blast into the back of my mouth. My eyes were closed as I felt his cock spew several huge shots of thick, delicious cum filling my mouth to the point of almost overflowing. He was shaking and groaning like he was possessed. I kept my mouth on his cock as he slowly pumped out the last few drops of his cum. My tongue swirled around the head, coaxing every drop of cum from his balls.

I slowly pulled my lips off his cock, making sure I didn't lose any of his sweet, salty cum. As I looked at his hot, wet cock, I took the road in my hand and worked my thumb from the bottom of his shaft up to the tip. To my delight, a couple large creamy drops of his thick white cum leaked from the tip. It was the hottest thing I have ever seen. I pressed the tip to my lips, pausing to savor the taste, then slowly slid my lips past the head all the way down into my throat before slowly pulling it out, cleaning every drop from his now softening cock. With his huge load still in my mouth, I trace my finger up the underside of his dick, as if to say "Thank you" before turning an exiting his car.

I walked the few blocks home with his cum still in my mouth, savoring the incredibly taste. As I passed a couple people, I was so turned out that I had such a dirty secret behind my lips. After getting home, I looked at the huge load of cum I had on my tongue. I then spit it into a shotglass to admire the incredible amount and consistency. My cock was unbelievably hard and begging for attention. I queued up one of my favorite videos and pumped my cock furiously. As I was about to cum, I took the shotglass and dumped the load back into my mouth. I savored the cum for a moment then swallow the gigantic load as my cock erupted. It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

After cleaning up my cock and licking the shotglass clean, I noticed a new message in my inbox it read:

"Thank you. That was the best blowjob I've ever had. Can't wait to do it again."

I responded saying that I couldn't wait either and asked when he was around next week.

I signed it "Your little cocksucker"



Back Seat Horror



"Leave me alone you creep!" 

That was the end of my conversation with the cute little receptionist with the big boobs. I had been after her for a while, but she always turned me down. So today in the company cafeteria after she turned me down again I started asking about her dating life, then her sex life. After she told me to leave her alone she and her two friends got up and left me all alone at the table. It seemed this was how my luck with all women was lately.

It wasn't always this way. I had my fair share of girl friends over the years, even married once for a couple of years back in my 20's. That turned ugly, as I thought she was sleeping with my best friend. I could never catch them, or prove it, but I knew. One night I got drunk, ran into my friend, started to harass him about sleeping with my wife, and we got into a fight. We beat each other up pretty good before the cops got there. We both spent the night in jail, to cool off, before they let us go. She left after that, went back to her hometown. She never hooked up with my friend. He was still a jerk.

So now I'm 34, I have a decent job as an office manager at a large company. Recently I put in for a new job, one with higher pay and a better title. I didn't get it, as an attractive woman with big breasts got it. They said while our backgrounds are similar she had a better attitude. Really what I think happened is she flashed her baby blues at the male interviewers, showed some leg, showed her cleavage. How can I compete with that. Bitch.

I keep in shape by working out several times a week. I once thought of a gym as a possible place to meet women, but not at my gym. They all seem cold, they all keep their distance from me. Maybe I'll join another gym where the girls are friendlier.

Anyway after lunch and my run in with the receptionist I was in a bad mood. One of my employees screwed up some numbers on a report and I let him have it right in the middle of the office. Since its nothing but a cubicle farm everyone knew I was bitching him out. Shortly after that my boss called me into her office, to talk about what just went on. She then laid into me about how that is not the way to handle these situations, not in front of everybody. Plus she said it wasn't even a big mistake. Yeah right I said, it wasn't your ass on the line if the numbers are wrong. She told me if this happens again that she will be forced to take disciplinary actions against me.

I couldn't wait for the day to end. Finally I got out of there, went down to a local restaurant, ordered myself some beers, and had a steak dinner. The waitress was a cutie, probably mid 20's. We made small talk whenever she came to my table, things seemed to be going well. I asked if she would go out with me, and she turned me down. When she came back to clean up the table I asked her again. And again she said no. When she brought the check over I asked her again, to which she said no. I asked her why, this time grabbing her hand as she laid the check on the table. She pulled her hand back.

"I have a boyfriend, and I love him very much. I don't want to go out with you, now leave me alone." She said quite loudly, so everyone in the restaurant could here. The place grew silent as she left my table. I pulled out my wallet and left enough money to cover the bill, plus a 50-cent tip. That girl was a bitch anyway. Good luck to her boyfriend I thought. When I stood up to leave I noticed people looking at me. I got out of there quickly. 

I drove around awhile, not wanting to go back to my empty apartment. Finally I ended up at a mall. I parked my car in the parking garage and went in. I wandered around a bit with no specific goal in mind. At the electronics store I went in. Wandering around the store, looking at all the gadgets that will make life simpler, more organized, in short make you a better person. Stopping at the stereo's I played with a couple before a sales lady approached me. She was an attractive brunette, with a petite body, wearing a short skirt and a white blouse. One where you could see her bra underneath it. Obviously she dressed for the male clients. I expressed an interest in a new stereo and that got her all excited. She started talking up a storm, asking me what music I like, what my place is like, all sorts of things so she had a good idea what the best stereo equipment for me was. When she showed me the speakers she said her and her husband had these at home and where very pleased with them. I had no idea she was married, she wasn't wearing a ring after all. The bitch. I left shortly after that.

I made my way back to my car. I just sat in my car, watching the people come and go. Soon most of the people had gone, as it was near closing time. There were only a couple cars left in this section of the parking garage when I saw the sales lady from the electronics store come walking out. She approached a car not too far from mine. Suddenly something came over me. I got out and approached her from behind. When she got to her car she opened the back door and put her bags in. As she was about to close the door I placed my hand on her shoulder. She spun around.

"What are you doing?" she asked nervously. I pushed her into her car, I fell on top of her. She was pinned under me. She tried to hit me so I grabbed both her arms, pinned then over her head with one hand. She started screaming, so I smacked her across her face. 

"You be quiet or I'll hurt you bad." She whimpered as I lifted myself off her, still pinning her arms down over her head. 

"Let me get a good look at you." I said. "Yes you are a sexy one." I ripped open her blouse, exposing her whole upper torso. 

"Just as I thought, very sexy." I ran my fingers down the side of her face, down her neck to her bra. As I ran my fingers around each breast she began to struggle a bit. I slapped her face again.

"No more or you'll get hurt." She stopped moving. I pulled her bra off her tits, she had nice small nipples. I played with them. She had a scared look on her face, finally realizing how serious this whole situation was becoming. 

"You have nice tits. Do you like when I play with them?" She just looked at me, her eyes filled with fear. I leaned down and licked both her tits. With my free hand I reached down and pulled her skirt up. I ripped her panties off, she tried to squeeze her legs together. I got one leg in-between hers, then the other. I freed my cock and pushed into her. She was quietly begging me not to, 'Please don't Please don't" over and over again. But it was too late, I was fucking her. I was fucking her hard. I was cumming. I moaned. 

"Don't cum in me please don't" she begged. I came. I came hard. I came in her. 

"Oh baby that was great." As I pulled out. I wiped my dirty cock off on her skirt before backing out of the car and letting her go. I pulled my pants back on, then pushed her legs into the car. She curled up in the fetal position, crying as I shut the door.

The next day at work I was taking a smoke break outside our building, when a couple ladies also came for a smoke break. They were talking about the girl who got raped the previous night. They where talking about the poor girl and how bad it must be for her. I said she was probably asking for it since she was probably dressed like a slut. They both gave me dirty looks and left.

Friday night I went out, down to the local dance club. There I met this young sexy thing. I bought her some drinks, we talked, even danced a couple of times. I went to the bathroom and when I came back she was talking with a couple of other guys. I tried to work my way back to her but she ignored me. So I left. Sitting in my car, thinking how she had used me, I was pissed. Then she came out. Alone. The parking lot was not well lit, and it was behind the club. I didn't see anyone else around, so I got out of my car and followed her. When she got to her car I jumped her, forced her into the back seat. There I raped her. This time I didn't try to sweet talk the bitch. It was just a brutal fucking. Then I came in her. I left her crying in the back seat of her car. 

On Saturday night I went back to the restaurant I ate in earlier in the week. I sat at the same table. The same girl came to wait on me. When she recognized me she had some guy wait on me. When I was done I left him a 50-cent tip also. Then I went and sat in my car. A short while later the waitress came out. She was still wearing her uniform, a short black skirt, shear white blouse, and sneakers. She had a nice body, and an especially nice ass. I followed her to her car, when she opened it I forced into the back seat. This time she was face down. With one hand on the back of her head forcing it into the seat she couldn't move. I pulled off her skirt and panties. She was wearing a thong, so I decided to keep them. I shoved them in my pocket before shoving myself into her. As I was fucking her I reached underneath and ripped open her blouse, then pulled off her bra. I fondled her tits while I fucked her. I came in her, and I came hard. Afterwards I cleaned myself on her skirt, then left her there in the back seat.

On Monday at work all the talk was on the 'Back Seat Rapist' as the papers had named me. Three girls in one week, all in the back seat of their own car. Yet still they didn't have a good description of the rapist. Just a tall, dark haired white male, late 20's to 40. Yeah the narrowed it right down. I didn't get involved in those conversations, only to agree that it was a terrible thing. The receptionist with the big boobs said there was no way anyone would ever rape her. I kinda laughed when I heard that, and she shot me a dirty look.

On Wednesday the receptionist was working on a special project for one of the bosses, and had to work late. I stuck around too, catching up on some lame paper work. I left after an hour or so, then sat in my car in the parking garage. Soon the receptionist came out. As she walked to her car I got out and followed her. I looked around but didn't see anyone. When she got to her car she started to open it. I pushed against the car, reaching around to cover her mouth with one hand. She immediately began to struggle, I could tell she was stronger than any of the other girls I raped. I tried to move her to the back door but she fought it. She kicked me in the shins, which hurt. She elbowed me a couple of times, so I smacked her in the back of her head. I could feel her arms move, but I couldn't get them. Then I heard a pop. My stomach was on fire. I staggered backwards a couple of steps, my hands on my stomach. I looked down, my hands covered in blood. Looking up, she stood in front of me, aiming a small handgun at me. 

"I always knew you where a low life. I just didn't know how low you really where." She said. Then she lowered the gun, pointing it at my groin. There was a flash as the gun went off, then fire ripping through my crotch. I stepped backwards again, then fell to the ground in the fetal position. The pain was intense, my whole lower body felt like it was on fire. She was standing over me, pointing the gun at my head.

"How does that feel asshole?' She kicked me in my stomach. The pain was unbearable. I rolled over, tried to get away. I got on my knees, then she kicked me again. I fell to the ground, the pain unbelievable. 

"You'll never bother another woman again will you asshole?" The gun was pointed at my head. Then it flashed. There was no pain, just extreme pressure in my head. All the other pain faded away. I looked up at her, I could see she was smiling. Then everything faded to black. 



Back Seat Meet and Greet



Authors note: Thank you Zammee for the excellent editing help. If there are any authors out there that would like a honest opinion of their work please contact him. As always, any errors after his editing are purely my fault for going back and "touching" things up.

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Isn't life fun, me and my baby girl have a blast. We enjoy traveling, love it! She is a foodie and I am happy with wings, she runs half marathons and I enjoy watching her bounce. But at the end of the day we both love sex, we have a great and exciting sex life and occasionally we invite someone special into our fun and games. As most swingers know finding a second male to play with as a couple can be EXTREMLY frustrating and laborious process.

But every once in a while her and I throw past experiences and common sense out the door and go on a meet and greet hoping for that one gem.

Would you like to read about that rare shining gem, ok then start scrolling. 

This is a 100% true story about a meet and greet with a guy we met on AFF. It usually takes us months of exchanged e-mails to narrow down to a select few then we arrange meet and greets at various locations (baseball games, restaurants, actual swinging clubs etc). Neither one of us are in a rush and the swinging stuff whether full swap, soft swap or even soft swing is just a thing we do once or twice a year.

Now I am never nervous at these events, after all why would I be? I am not the one on display here. Granted my sexy girl has nothing to worry about ,however she is still a female and females tend to worry about most things in life ESPECIALLY their body image no matter how perfect. 

I could tell by the way that Nicole was acting that night that she was nervous, but she needn't be. She was dressed in a spaghetti strapped blue cocktail dress with some type of shelf bra (don't ask me what it is). It's hard for her to hide her cleavage in her conservative work suits it was impossible in a cocktail dress. Her hair was thick and dark, her nails a matching oyster blue. Her shoes were open toed heels with some sparkly bedazzled look going on, I think she said they were "coach heels" (huh doesn't coach just make purses, whatever I barely ever notice her feet anyway). Also her toenails were painted to match. How do I know you ask, well she always I mean ALWAYS gets a pedicure before any of these meet and greets. "Just in case" she always says. It gives her more confidence to know she has pretty toes and feet. I never stand in the way of any confidence building exercises in women, makes them sexier. 

We arrive a tad early at the restaurant (my pet peeve) and are pleasantly surprised when Brian (our third) is already there. Score one for him I think.

Now Brian is exactly like his photos (again another pleasant surprise, and no don't ask how bad they get) and I can tell he is really nervous also.

So I make the introductions and immediately order cocktails to calm everyone's nerves (plus who doesn't want to get their hot chic drunk). 

We sit in a booth, it's the male-female-male seating agenda (I know I know readers not very subtle but I do think it's important to start planting the symbolic seeds early in a meet and greet)a nice quite booth at the back of this restaurant. After all this conversation will/could range from the generic "how long have you lived in Virginia" to the sex soaked "do you like cumming on a woman's face". 

Everyone hits it off spectacularly, we laugh and joke, swap swinging horror stories and share the erotic successes. Now at this point I have been given no clue as to Nicole's intentions. I have seen her enjoy a meet and greet before only not to be attracted by him sexually. All of which is completely alien to myself as I am a typical dude and would fuck Barbara Bush if she showed up on my meet and greet.

So when Brian excused himself for a bathroom break I leaned in and said "soooo, whatcha think" to which she replied "I like him, he is funny and sexy" "yea, defiantly" "I want to make out with him".

Ok readers "make out with him" is exactly what it sounds like in real life swinging. For us anyway. What it means is that after dinner I will suggest that Brian accompany us to our SUV already parked in a dark corner of the lot (Hey preparation is everything) for a good night kiss.

Nothing more and nothing less.

Here is a quick side story, Nicole once found a guy that made her pussy just tingle in anticipation during drinks at a meet and greet and wanted to fuck him badly on the spot (or in this case take him back to our king-side bed that night). We walked back to the SUV and during a brief, I am talking like first kiss brief connection she turned to me and through her eyes called it all off. I was shocked and when we were alone I asked her what changed so fast. Her reply "when he went in for a kiss he pinched my nipple, HARD" "I couldn't believe he was so forward and he did it uninvited". There you go guys, he went too far too fast and ruined a sure thing, let the husband/BF lead the way, and it makes the women feel safer. And swinging is all about keeping the women safe, happy and comfortable.

So Brian comes back from the bathroom, we chat for a few more minutes, pay the bill and then start heading out. Now at this point Brian has no idea what we want and naturally we have no idea if he will accept out invitation. Since I am the one in charge (see above) I ask him "hey you want to come over to our SUV, Nicole would like to make out with us for a little bit"

His response was a rapid "I would love that"

So we walk over to our SUV, and now the butterflies are starting to flutter a bit for me and I am in like Flynn no matter what the outcome. I know Nicole is going crazy and I can only imagine what's going through Brian's head.

We walk around to the passenger side door and Nicole throws her stuff on the front seat turns around and looks up at me. Mmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm I love to kiss makes me hard like a friggin teenager especially with her fantastic body pressed up to mine. So she and I exchange a few soft delicate lips on soft lips kisses.

We separate and then she turns to Brian, now I have seen this turn awkward also folks. But Brian was smooth and natural and they both let their lips touch in a very sensual exchange.

Nicole switched from partner to partner a couple more times, each time it was just as sexy.

I knew now through our unspoken communication that she was enjoying this and would like to get into the SUV for a bit more of a private make out session. Honestly you would be surprised at people's reaction to a women switching between two dudes kissing in public, to many gawkers and lookie loos. 

I open the door to the SUV and beckon Nicole in first followed by Brian. I then close the door and scoot to the other side and hop in. Yup you guessed it reader male-female-male, smart guy aren't I.

Immediately we picked up right where we left off just outside.

Nicole leaned into me for a soft kiss then turning to Brian she sought out the same attention. I was looking at the back of her head almost wishing I could see into her thoughts. You see these adventures go as far as she wants them to go.

As a typical man I would have us constantly fucking our way through our travels, and while most of you wouldn't be opposed to that per say, well women tend to be a bit more selective. So I have found that before we chase away any chance we would have of not only maintaining a healthy swinging relationship with a wonderful partner we should always, ALWAYS let the women set the pace of each encounter.

Nicole turned back to me, her lips slightly opening and her mouth moist from her fresh kiss. I gently placed my finger under her chin and tilted up to meet my mouth as we shared another moment. I felt the tip of her tender tongue tentatively touch my lips, it was inquisitive and seeking an opening both figuratively and physically. I welcomed that experimental touch and understood what it meant. With just that simple touch Nicole wanted this to be more than a backseat make-out session, she wanted to play.

I love when my beautiful girl wants to play.

She broke our grip and turned again to the married man sharing this moment with us. I could almost see the second she slipped her delicate tongue into his mouth from the way his body reacted. One second it was a soft make-out session the next, a door way creaked slightly open, and the other side of the doorway is a journey any red blooded man wants to take.

Remember dear readers I did tell you she is a ball buster. She loves to toy with a guy mentally, challenge him to think quick on his feet and to give as good as he gets from her. She loves to flirt and doesn't shy away from dirty sex talk with a complete stranger. No matter how quick witted you are by the end of the conversation you just want to grab this sexy busty brunette who has unmercifully busted your balls for the last 20 minutes and find the nearest flat surface and bend her over and fuck the shit out of her. Then when you're done, leave her like that and walk away from her mumbling "bust my balls will you, well fucking take that you dick tease". Trust me I have seen that same look dozens of times on men from all over the world and all I can do is smile because I actually get to exact my revenge when she gets going on me. 

Brian was cool, oh so very cool he did the perfect thing and waited for my lead. 

Nicole broke the heated embrace and turned back to me, her pupils were nice and dark.

Instead of kissing her I placed my hand on her neck and gently pushed her back with her head tilted back against the rear seat. She was very docile and submissive, another excellent signal.

With her throat bare I gently bit and kissed her exposed neck working my way around to her ear, while my hand moved slowly back and forth on her thigh. Brian needing no further invitation moved in on "his" side. At this point Nicole was in girl heaven with two men kissing and biting her very sensitive neck and running their hands along her thighs. 

At this point I knew I had the green light to go further. And while some of the men on here would scoff and say something like "ha, she would do whatever I told her to" or some variation thereof. Then swinging is just not for you. To be a successful swinging couple correctly interpreting unspoken communication whereas it's a look or subtle touch or moan means as much as the pre swing voluminous communication does. Get the unspoken stuff wrong and bang, she goes from hot and horny to dry in seconds. Push it further and you might as well enjoy this encounter because undoubtedly it will be your last. There is absolutely nothing sexier in this world then when a woman you love turns over her vulnerabilities and insecurities to you and says "I love you I trust you, lets fuck as if we are being paid to"

Ok let's get back to the backseat....

I pulled my hand away from her inviting thigh and went straight for the buttons on her sexy blue dress. Now why did I go for the buttons right away and not get some quality time with the girls through material. Ugh I hate, HATE material between me and skin, it's the worst feeling in the world. So I wanted skin.

I incredibly, managed to get most of Nicole's buttons undone while whispering in her ear about how fucking sexy she was and how hard she made me by being a good slut. 

Somehow between the time we first climbed into the back seat and now Nicole had managed to unhook her bra. Jesus women are so far ahead of us cavemen it's scary.

My hand slid into her dress and immediately I felt her bra fall away from the two most perfect breasts in the world, at 34DDD/F she is a genetic marvel. 

Because Brian is a guy and naturally posses naked boob radar he stopped kissing her neck and quickly pulled down her dress and unhooked bra. His hand was no match for just one soft full globe, its heft and perfect weight fills one hand easily. Hell I am no small guy at 6' 1" and two of my hands still have generous amounts of boob flesh left over to suck and kiss on.

But that wasn't going to stop Brian from holding and touching each square inch of feminine wonder.

Since Nicole is my sexy partner I kinda sometimes know what she enjoys and when she enjoys it. So sliding my free hand around the back of the SUV seat I grabbed a nice handful of hair and with my other hand I grasped her sensitive pink nipple between thumb and forefinger and pulled back on her hair and rolled her nipple while whispering "mmmmm baby girl you are being so bad tonight, we are going to fuck you so hard".

To which her reply was to moan deep in her throat and arch her hips slightly of the seat. Come on now readers your starting to pick up these signals also aren't you.

No red blooded male is satisfied with just touching a naked pair of boobs, when naked boobs are present they need to be kissed and sucked, licked and stroked in fact neither sex can resist that display.

Luckily for Nicole there was two able bodied volunteers in the SUV that were more than willing to enjoy her wonderful man toys.

Brian chose the face to the breast method while I preferred the two handed slightly squeeze suck and gently bite method. I love playing with Nicole's dirty pillows and I never get tired of them, Brian took to her chest like a man dying of thirst also. I can't imagine what it feels like, but it must be wonderful to have two very different style of foreplay at the same time going on, on your body.

Not one to let a perfectly kissable mouth go, I straightened up and pulling her head up straight started kissing Nicole on the mouth while massage her boob. Then when I needed my chest time I went back at her tatas. I and Brian developed a symbiotic routine that never gave Nicole a second to clear her mind even if she wanted to. 

The effect on Nicole was both obvious and direct.

Now baby girl I know you are reading this, so say it with me now, when you came up for air after those 10 or 15 minutes what phrase did you say that let everyone know this was about to be a full on threesome. Come on now sexy say it with me......

"I want to suck"

That's it readers, 4 simple words. Not some fake porno lines like "feed me your big fat 12 inch cocks". Simple, feminine and completely breathless. "I.want.to.suck" 

Now if this was a cheap budget movie we would have our cocks out and she would be blowing us in a second, but it didn't happen that fast. It honestly doesn't happen like that in real life.

Instead me and Brian exchanged glances and we knew she was our little backseat whore to enjoy for the next 30-40 sweaty minutes. There was no rush, no race to get our pants off, just this is a sweet memory lets enjoy it.

Instead I pushed her head back again and said "baby you're going to do more than suck, you're going to get twisted and bent, bitten and sweated on" "now slide your fucking dress off".

So my awesome fuck doll scooted her hips up and slide her dress and panties off and just like that she was completely naked in the back seat of an SUV in the restaurants parking lot, boxed in by two FULLY dressed men. Ahhhh it's good to be a guy sometimes.

Now that Nicole was completely naked I wanted to touch her softness, I needed to find her little sweet spot and just ever so slightly energize her even more.

Sliding my hands up Nicole's thighs I bumped into my across the seat neighbors hands and I smiled knowing that he had the same idea as I, didn't I tell you what a good guy this Brian is.

Sensing my arrival Brian broke away from his manipulations and continued to caress her thigh while my hands slid up towards the holy grail of sex. 

I really enjoy her pussy, I love to kiss it, lick it, fuck it, pound it, stroke it, explore it, taste it, smell it, savor it after a shower or enjoy it after a sweaty workout. She is so so sexy. While the confines of the SUV in the middle of a threesome don't readily lend to some delicious pussy eating (hey don't get mad at me blame the big guy upstairs for your non protruding sexy neither parts like we men have) I can certainly enjoy sliding my finger along her wetness.

Nicole enjoys when I slide my finger into her pussy then trace it back out and up through her soft lips and against her sensitive clit. And since this is what she enjoys hell I am not such a bad guy I can throw her a bone once in a while (bad pun intended there). Plus the closer to the edge you can keep your woman the more willing she is to lose her inhibitions.

Sliding my fingers slowly in and out of Nicole, tracing her sensitive clit with delicate touches was making her moan and arch her hips even more. Brian was thoroughly enjoying his chance at her nipples, licking and sucking each delicate little pink eraser. I know from experience that sucking on her nipples sends a tingle right to her clit. Now match that up with my fingers tracing that clit and Nicole is in overdrive. 

At this point though I thought it unfair to deprive my sexy girl of what she wants, after all the woman wants to suck. So being the gentleman that I am I unbuckled my pants and freed my cock from its fabric prison. Brian seeing what I had done immediately took his cue and also pulled his cock free. Nicole though was not taking the opportunity afforded her, mainly because her head was still back against the headrest and her eyes closed as she enjoyed the waves of pleasure that 4 sets of rough male hands created on her body. So realizing that I needed to rectify that, I did.

Shifting my body I leaned back against the door and using my free hand I grabbed the back of her hair and pulling with just the right amount of pressure I pulled her head up and straight down into my lap in one motion.

That initial complete and total swallowing is one of the greatest pleasure of my sex life. Nicole doesn't play around, she doesn't hand grab and pull back, she swallows. Every.single.inch. it's a simply awesome and fantastic feeling. 

Now, am I like apparently 95% of the men on here with 12-14 inch cocks, nope. I have a nice thick 6 ½ inches. And one day when I inquired to my baby girl "does that work for you" she didn't laugh or smirk she looked at me with those deep green eyes of hers and purred "your cock is fucking perfect for me" and actually shimmied a bit. Just like that in one sentence all typical male insecurities are forever banished and I can now strut around knowing I am perfect.

Now how much can Nicole deep throat, I truthfully have no idea. The honest to god biggest cock we have encountered in our playtime in REAL LIFE was like 8-8 ½ inches and yes she gobbled that thing up also. Now does she need to come up for air, ummmm of course she isn't a dolphin with a blow hole. So I would say that once you get past the gag reflex of any woman and she trusts that you won't choke her to death that length is immaterial. But so so few women can honestly in real life truly deep throat, when you find one that can enjoy the wonderful feelings it brings.

Nicole switched from me, pivoted quickly, and then gave Brian that same deep throat treatment. Watching his head loll back I knew I just had that same blissful expression moments ago.

Looking at Nicole's naked back while she was blowing her new friend I wanted to fuck her so badly.

I quickly stripped off my pants, readjusted myself so that my hips were facing lengthwise now on the bench seat and I grabbed her right hip and pulled up so that she was now on all fours sucking cock. That wonderful pussy was right there face level, so I leaned it and bit down hard on one ass cheek and slapped the other a few times, the sound echoing loudly over her cock sucking concert.

Now for the moment of bliss, I pulled her down onto my cock. I love this moment, just fucking adore it. That split second where you go from open and free to completely confined inside her tight ass pussy. And just like that I was balls deep and inhaling a huge gulp of air I said "god damn it baby you are so fucking tight". 




Back Seat Meet and Greet



Nicole paused from her cock sucking turned her head back to me and with a moist mouth whether from her own saliva or precum said "I love how thick your cock is".

Now she always gives me a second or two to just enjoy, just feel the complete enveloping of her pussy gripping every ridge of my cock. Then I slowly start to fuck her, my hand is on the small of her back as I pull her away from me and just guide her back onto me. The movement is only a few inches but it's enough, to transmit that getting fucked/being fucked stimulus to us both.

We fuck like that for a bit with Nicole completely devouring two cocks and loving every naughty second of it. But I can already feel that familiar tension building in my balls. I need to switch mental tracks, but there is no other stimuli, we are in an SUV that smells completely like sex, surrounded by sex sounds and my sexy ass fuck chic naked in front of me! I am so screwed!

I know! Time to switch places, time for Brian to get this tight ass little pussy. I needed to calm down. Calm down by being deep throated you say, well there is no throat on earth that can mimic a vise like grip of her tight pussy, none.

I reached up and grabbed Nicole's hair pulling her face back I heard that distinct plop of her fucking vacuum sealed lips and brains cock popped free, "switch baby I want you to suck my cock". I swear that woman clenched her muscles the last few times on my cock head almost like a kiss goodbye.

Brian started fumbling for a condom in his pants, every smart man brings a condom to a meet and greet you just never know. Nicole being the good slut, knows that men always need help with those things and she quickly pivoted back to him and taking the half opened foil wrapper from him she lowered her mouth back over his cock. Then in mid stroke she opened the package and slide the condom on, running her hands down his now latex covered cock to ensure it stayed on she kissed the top of him as if giving him her blessing and turned back to me.

Nicole has another talent that won't be on display here tonight, but she can put a rubber cock ring on with her mouth, I swear to God. It's an amazing feeling; makes putting a condom on with her mouth seem blasé.

Turning back to me she stopped to look me in the eye, and she smiled and winked. Now dear reader do you remember what I told you about unspoken communication. In that one simple smile/wink she was telling me that she knows my game and she is going to play along for now. God women should rule the world.

She lowered her head over my cock and swallowed me whole again. I looked over at Brian and he had a look of sheer concentration on his face as he looked down at his new prize. Nicole had her hips in the air waiting instinctively for the cue from her backdoor partner to let her know when to lower herself. Brian placed one hand between her ass dimples and guided her back onto himself. The moment her hips hit his thighs and I knew she began to do her kegels he was in heaven. Remember Nicole is a small woman at only 5'2" and has never had kids. So her pussy is inhumanly tight, think I am kidding. A few years ago her gynecologist actually remarked that "you have a restrictive vaginal opening". Translation, Nicole is tight as fuck. 

Brian licked his lips and started fucking her back, his pounding naturally caused Nicole to bury her face further into my lap. At this point with no more cock to give her I started to thrust my hips to match Brian's, try as we might I don't think we were equipped to meet in the middle, but hell we were attempting to at that point.

Sex with a condom is like trying to drink with a dribble glass, you're getting some feeling but you know you're missing something. So Brian was doing better than I in the stamina department.

I was thoroughly enjoying the blow job as well, I loved when Nicole does the no hands BJ. Just pure mouth and lips, that smooth throat just opening up and I can actually feel myself sliding in. I simply love it. Nicole likes to grab my balls when she is blowing me and try and suck them simultaneously but with the Eiffel tower happening there was just no way to pull it off. So she took great pleasure in rubbing and gently massaging them.

Brian's pace was really picking up now and he was pounding for all he was worth, Nicole had some awesomely sexy moans coming from her stuffed mouth and her talented cock warmer was doing a number on my will power.

I wanted to cum inside my baby girls pussy and since she is 100% mine I have first dibs, men jeez do we ever lose the caveman in us.

"Brian switch dude I want to fuck her"

Nicole being the good slut pulled her mouth away, spun around and ripping the condom off dove back on Brian's cock practically in his mid hip thrust.

Now Nicole doesn't mind about blowing a guy with a condom on, it's certainly not her fav activity by a long shot. She prefers a nice fat cock to have all its ridges, crown and pulsating veins open for her mouth to feel, taste touch and lick. Plus she plays with precum, literally revels in it. It's so fucking erotic to watch her stop mid blow job, squeeze some pre cum out and then touch her tongue to it and draw it back away from you, or about 50 variations of that with regular cum. Christ she is an amazing fuck doll.

Pulling her back down onto me.

Enjoy the vise.

"God damn it baby your tight"

Ok now I start fucking her, long steady strokes as far out as I could and slam all in at once again. Mmmmmm over and over again. My balls are building again, hell it never stopped. 

I look down at her and she is got her tiny red painted finger nails wrapped around Brian's shaft and is jerking him off into her mouth. God damn this is sexy. Fuck my strokes, holding back as much as I can.

"oh baby I am going to cum"

More pounding now harder and faster, she is jerking and squeezing his cock into her mouth. 

She wants us both to cum.

SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP

My mind goes absolutely blank and white flashes across it.

"Nickyyyyyyyy baby girl, fuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkk" I am cumming in what seems like waves, even my fucking toes are getting into it.

Brian doesn't cum with me but was able to hold out a whole 1.2 seconds longer, he lets out a few moans and cuss words grabs the back of her heads and with one final thrust buries himself down her throat. And like a good whore my sexy girl drinks and swallows his load.

Looking down I can feel her pussy doing its kegels on me, completely draining the last few drops from my cock, her face end is sucking and squeezing the remaining cum from Brian's cock and both men are literally seconds away from taking a nap, with our cocks still in her.

She slowly pulls her hips away from me, smacks her mouth contently and sits up beaming. God I love her so much right now, she is literally a walking dream cum true. She snuggles back into me and mischievously tries to give me a kiss with another dudes spermies still swimming around in her pallet, effing women!

We talk for about 15 more minutes, Nicole's naked legs are draped over Brian's thighs as he strokes and caress them while we continue to laugh and joke all the while making future plans.

Looking down at his lap he notices that he is becoming tumescent again, he laughs and says "fuck I so need to get home to my wife, she is dying to hear how this went". He leans in for a final goodbye kiss (after all it is HIS sperm in her mouth) a soft squeeze and kiss to the girls and he pulls his pants on struggling to stuff his hard on back into its material containment. 

We sit for a bit more, Nicole never asking but needing reassurance that I am still 100% in love with her and she is still the same wonderful woman as she always will be to me.

Then reluctantly she gets dressed I pull on my pants and we head for home. Now I would be lying to you if I said we made it back home without stopping once more along the side of the road. I needed to just slide inside her for a few minutes, not to get off just to feel. And Nicole is nothing if not a great road side slut. She slid her ass out of the passenger side door and flipped up her dress. And while cars passed us on the darkened highway I slid one more time into that special pussy and enjoyed every single tight kegel fucking squeeze.

Oh and yes we did meet Brian's wife and Brian again, we had sex in the same room with our own partners but never got to swap again as he was transferred away with the military not long after. But we will always have that parking lot.....

(final note: we are heading to Belize this summer if anyone has any suggestions on where to stay or what trouble to get into drop us a line, vacations are always Nicole's play time, lol)