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The Old Volvo
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The ol' Volvo has been a good car to me. ALmost 150 thousand miles, and
it has seen just about everything any car ever could. But the best
memories come from a Saturday night after dinner and drinks on the town
with my fiance -
She surprised me that night by not wearing any panties under her
dress. All night long she kept reaching under the table to give my cock a
squeeze as she told me how wet she was. And the few times I got a chance
to check, I found out that she wasn't lying.
So, when we got out to the car after eating, it wasn't to much of a
surprise for her to unzip my pants and take out my cock as soon I sat down
in the driver's seat. By the time I got the car into gear and out of the
parking lot was stroking my hardness with her hand.
Being that I live a ways out of town, we were away from the city lights
by the time she had dropped her head to my lap to lick the juices off my
rod. Now it's hard to drive while you are continually brought to the brink
and then left alone, so I searched for a turn off somewhere. Luck was on
our side as I found an old farmer's turn-off. I pulled far of the road
into a stand of trees, turned off the light and killed the engine. Her
head bobbed up and down on my cock as I leaned over to lift her dress. She
had the leather seats all wet and sticky with her pussy juice, and I
started to finger her hot cunt.
She hit the seat realease for my side and I fell backwards, my hand
leaving her pussy. She moved around, avoiding the stickshift as she did,
and manuvered herself right over my cock. Her head was out the moonroof as
she lowered her sopping pussy onto my cock. I felt her juices first, then
the heat of her lips as she pressed down on my cock. She let herself drop
full force onto me, shoving my member deep inside her. We shared a moan as
we started working toward the enjoyment we had building up to all
evenning. We started bucking and jerking, but she kept hitting her head on
the roof. Hmmm... What to do?
Open the door and go out side! The moon was bright as she climbed off
me, opened the door, and bent over the grill of the car. Now for all you
that know, the Volvo trademark is the male sexuality symbol, and we both
got a laugh as I commented on the appropriateness of it's location right
now .
She was draped over the hood, her dress gathered about her waist, and
the moon reflected off her her pussy lips. Her tight asshole was exposed,
all shiny from the juices hat had dripped down to it. She wriggled her
behind, teasing me, then beggin me to fuck her, fuck her hard. I consented
and moved behind her, put my cock at her pussy entrance and rammed into
her deeply. Her hips hit the grill on every stroke as my hands moved to
her breasts dangling freely under her dress. My balls slapped against her
clit on every stroke. We fucked hard, her througing her hips into me on
every thrust.
We could see cars go by every so often way over on the road as we
fucked in the bright moonlight. No one ever stopped though. We kept
humping away until she started bucking and bucking, her pussy squeezing my
cock tightly until I came too. Just then I slipped out, and shot cum all
over the shiny grill of my car.
We decided that it might not be too wise to stay like this too long, so
we uncoupled, and got back into the car. We drove home, and were too tired
to even shower as we just undressed and went to bed. The next moring we
made a joint decision to not wash the car for 1 month - for sentimental
reasons.
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