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Love In The Car (mf, cons, nothing wierd)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
I make no pretense that any of the characters, events, positions,
locations, or sensations exist, have existed, or will ever exist. Read
at your own risk. If you think that this is going to offend you, then
don't read it. If you think that this kind of stuff should be banned
and anybody who reads it would be locked up, well, why are you
bothering to read this newsgroup? Don't bother me with flames because
I'm not going to respond to random emotional outbreaks. Comments and
literary critiques *are* welcome provided that the sender doesn't try
to bug me for the rest of my life. Remember, if you read this you
might become some crazed sex maniac and go and get aroused, which is a
dangerous condition according to the Meese Commission.
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Late Again
When I finally saw her that evening, I was doubtful that she
would even acknowledge my existence. She was entitled to be angry. I
was over two hours late, again. When I had arrived at the house there
was a note, saying that she had better things to do than to wait for
an idiot, and that I could sit inside for all she cared until her
meeting was finished. Sheepishly, I brought my knapsack inside and
seated myself on the couch. There I sat and read and pretty much
diddled my time away, waiting for her to come home and berate me on my
continual tardiness.
After some time (oh, fifteen or twenty minutes I guess) the door
opened and in a flurry of anger, angst, and genuine annoyance, she
stormed across the living room, up the stairs, and into her room. I
did hear a mumbled reply to my, "Hi honey," but it might have been
just about anything and I'm sure that considering the time, hers
weren't the sweetest of words. Right, well, I suppose the night could
have been off to a better start but there's no sense in dwelling over
the past, and besides what's done is done. I was really going to get
it.
I knocked on her door and she allowed me to come inside. I
apologized; she smiled painfully. I tried to explain why it took me so
long to travel sixty miles and she just wasn't buying it. I reminded
her that I didn't get lost for three hours in the woods like I did the
last time I drove down to see her. She smiled again, less painfully
this time. And I glowed inside, partly because I love her smile, and
partly because I had avoided getting into big trouble.
She asked if I would join her in a cigarette outside (her
roommates couldn't stand the smell) and I jumped at the offer. Ahh,
tobacco, the great mollifier. We sat outside on her back porch and
smoked and talked about how each of us had been since we had last seen
each other. She was cold so I offered her my jacket (well, it was
September). She smiled again and hugged her arms to warm herself
up. And she looked so very beautiful. I had to kiss her. It's true, I
didn't have a choice. With the way that she looked I would either kiss
her or revoke any sexual response for the rest of my life. I pulled
her close and kissed her harder. I suppose that she was less irate by
now because her kisses were just as hungry as mine. I pushed her back
onto a wood bench and kissed her harder, each hand grabbed a fistful
of her hair and drove my tongue into her mouth. She ran her hands
along my back and arms, scraping with her fingernails. I licked and
bit her lips and neck with increasing intensity until I had to stop
because I was going to tear out flesh if I wasn't careful. So we just
lay there holding each other for some time until she suggested that we
go and visit a friend of hers at a nearby college. So, after some more
kisses and the occasional grope, we headed out to my car and left.
On the way she stroked my legs through my jeans and occasionally
licked at my earlobes in the attempt to distract me, and I cannot deny
that she was having an effect on my driving. By the time we reached
her friend's dorm I was both aroused and slightly perturbed that our
playing would have to be interrupted. Lucky for me (maybe both of us,
I don't want to put words in her mouth) her friend wasn't home and we
promptly returned to the car. As soon as I climbed in and shut the
door I began kissing her voraciously and she responded likewise, her
hands tickling and touching my chest both through and under my shirt
(not at the same time, of course). I slid my thumb across her legs and
finally rested it in her warm crotch, sliding it up and down across
her clitoris and her rapidly swelling labia. She groaned while my hand
stroked her softly. She looked into my eyes and said those sweet
wonderful words that make men tremble at the knees, "I want you inside
me." I looked around; outside surrounding the car were rows of sodium
vapor lamps and their yellow light dispelled any cover the night may
have afforded us. It was tempting, but some discretion was necessary
as neither of us were true exhibitionists. I cranked the key and
roared around the parking lot looking for someplace, anyplace that was
at least partially shady. There, off across the lot was the only area
that wasn't glowing. I barreled over, shut the car off, slammed it
into first gear so that we wouldn't start rolling, and literally
jumped on top of her. She struggled with my belt buckle for a few
seconds and then pulled my jeans around my knees. She placed a hand on
each of my asscheeks and pulled me close. There was no foreplay,
barely any kissing, and no time wasted. I shoved myself into her as
far and as deep into her as I could possibly go, feeling her all
around me as she sucked on my tongue. I pumped harder and harder, as
fast as I could without losing the rhythm, until I could feel myself
ready to come. Pressure built around the base of my penis until I
could hold myself back no longer and I gushed into her, moaning her
name and shuddering all the while. I remained inside her while we
just lay there for close to a half an hour. She kissed me and reminded
me that it was late and that we really should be heading home. Just
then, as if to punctuate the necessity of leaving, a campus police car
cruised up and flashed its lights at us. She pretended that she was
crying in the hope that the officer would think that we were having a
fight, but the foggy windows and the reclined seats were, well,
obvious.
Once we were on the highway I settled in for a somewhat lengthy
ride back to her house. She kept smiling at me though and occasionally
distracted me with her touches and tongue. Then, quite to my surprise,
she slid out of her jacket, pulled the straps off her dress, and
crossed her legs. She was completely naked, her face beaming and
looking directly into my eyes. I was completely surprised and overcome
by very intense lust (well, why the hell not?). She began licking my
neck, suddenly stopped and said, "I think I'm crazy tonight," then
unbuckled my pants and began giving me head. While I had heard that
this was quite an experience from most of my friends, I had never had
the opportunity to have somebody go down on me while I drove. I was
overwhelmed by the sensation of her tongue on my flesh and the danger
of losing control of the car. I barely could concentrate enough to
make her exit and after a couple of minutes on some back-country road,
jerked the wheel into some construction site and we began fucking like
mating minks. We pounded and slammed and grunted until we were too
tired and then we went slow and leisurely, then fast and hard again. I
couldn't get enough of her; she was wild with passion, bucking her
hips against me, shoving my ass harder so I could penetrate her body a
few more millimeters. Eventually, we had to stop, as both of us were
more than a little tired from our prior sex and the intensity of our
second time.
We switched places in the front seats so now she was driving and
I was distracting her. While giving head to a woman while she drives
is not an easy task, it is immensely gratifying because female
response to oral sex is a bit more involved than a man's
reaction. Once, I looked up to see where we were and realized that she
had been driving on the wrong side of the road. While headlines of,
"Man Decapitated While Giving Head," flashed in my mind, I continued
to lick and suck at her clitoris.
I don't know how we made it home, but somehow it happened. We
fumbled with our clothes and kissed and laughed to each other about
how crazy the other person was. Eventually we went inside and tiptoed
into her room (her housemates were all very asleep). We stripped off
each other's clothes in seconds and slid into bed, holding each other.
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I'm not going to explain myself and I'm not going to respond to
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