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Mary
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.
Mary's stranger
by John Carter
You have been to a dark, smokey pub. You met a man there who
facinated you beyond belief. He has your interest in history, art, and
music.
The club is quite dark. You sit there listening to his melodic voice.
You realize that you don't quite know what he looks like. You know the shape
of his head, but the combination of darkness and no light gives you the feeling
of talking on the phone.
He spends most of the evening talking to you. It is near closing when he
invites you to his apartment. You are quite aroused, but having just met him,
you prefer to keep a bit more distance.
You refuse.
He walks you out to the street where your cars are parked. When you round the
corner of the main street, he turns you and kisses you.
You are only a bit surprized. You respond warmly.
His hands run up and down your back. You are finding yourself responding much
more than you had intended. He again invites you to his apartment.
Again you refuse.
He continues embracing and kissing you, his tongue on your lips and teeth,
dancing with your own drives you wild. He runs his hands down to your bottom.
You push your bottom to his hands as he kneads your cheeks. You know that he
must eventually stop. You are on a streetcorner. He will eventually give up.
You are terribly aroused, but you refuse to go to his apartment, to the
apartment of a man who you just met. He talked to you for three or four hours
in the smokey club. He was never a very clear image, and you can hardly see him
at all in the dim distant streetlights. His image is nearly all voice. You
know much of his attitudes, but you are not sure that you could pick him out of
a crowd in daylight. On the other hand, you can not remember being this
attracted to a man so shortly after meeting him.
He rubs your breasts through the material of your blouse. You find yourself
pushing them to his hands. You are sure he will stop soon, but you are enjoying
it while it lasts. You have decided that you will not go with him to his
apartment, no matter what. That should make you safe. Your refusal is on your
lips as he again asks you to go to his apartment.
He runs his hands under your skirt. His hand first rubs you through the thin
material of your panties and then slides his finger under the leg of your
panties, tickling your mound. His other hand pulls your blouse out from your
skirt. With great difficulty, kissing you all the while, he pulls your blouse
free and then reaches behing your back to unclasp your bra. Pushing the cups of
your bra up, he runs his hands over your breasts. His hand rubs your exposed
mound. His mouth is on your breasts, moving from one nipple to another. He
tugs down your panties, sucking your breasts all the while. You step out of
them as they hit your ankles. He brings both hands to your breasts, moving his
mouth to yours.
You are terribly arroused. He again asks you to go to his appartment, and
without doing anything to stop his exploration of your body, you again refuse.
You know that he will stop in a moment. He is just as nervous as you are about
being on a dark city street this late at night. He leans you against the car.
You feel his erect manhood pressing into your thighs. He continues to play with
your breasts, his tongue possessing your mouth. He sets go of one breast and
reaching down, unzips his fly. He takes your hand and places it on his hard
organ. You do not resist but neither do you let go when his hand leaves yours
and reaches for your so very wet slit. His fingers run up and down your slit,
from your clit (where they stop monentarily) to your wet hole. You find your
hips moving to his fingers, and after a moment realize that without thinking
about it, you are stroking his erection.
Your hand is stroking his erect manhood. His fingers are busy on your breasts
and slowly running up and down your slit. He has you at a peak of erotic
excitment that you have not reached in some time, and that you have never
reached IN PUBLIC. You have seen the odd set of headlights on the cross street,
and now for the first time a car turns down your street. For a second the two
of you are full in its lights and then you are in near total darkness again.
You were struck with fear of discovery, but then the fear and the excitement
blended together, helped by his constant stroking of your clit. The whole time
the car was turning and going by he continued to use his fingers on your sex.
Your hips are rocking back and forth to the command of his fingers. You
can't ever remember wanting it this bad before, and knowing its not possible
to do it.
You can now see another couple getting into their car not 60 feet away.
They seem to take only the mildest interest in you. He slides a finger into
your wet hole, making you moan, attracting their attention. They turn toward
you, trying to make out your image in the darkness. His back is to them, so you
are the only one to see. Both of them stare at you, but it is so dark thay are
not quite sure what they are seeing, but you know that your breasts are exposed,
you know that if they come closer, you would be unable to stop him in time to
cover your pubic mound.
The couple stays next to their car as if uncertain as to what to do.
He turns you so that you can't see them. You now face the car. Your breasts
flatten against the cold car's metal. He pulls your panties all the way down.
Your legs spread with no consious thought. Your body responds on its own.
He reaches around and again grasps your sex. His fingers tickle your clit.
You feel his hard organ press against your ass.
You hear a small sound from the couple.
Before you can say anything to him, his erect member enters you.
You are on a public street.
Leaning against a car, in full view of another couple.
Making love ...... and loving it.
He had finally stopped asking you to go to his apartment.
He had also bent you over the hood of the car, pressing your sensitive
breasts against the cold metal, hiking up her skirt, spreading your legs.
His engorged prick had entered you as his hand had grasped your clit.
Between the sensation of fullness, the sensation of his hand on your clit,
rubbing away expertly, and the sensation of having your exposed nipples and
stomach pressed against the cold car, you was nearly out of control.
You stopped caring that there was a couple that could probably see
you. You have stopped telling herself that they couldn't see. You have
stopped thinking about them. you are only thinking about your body and
it's sensations.
Your back was to the couple. You can't tell if they were watching you or
entering their car. Your back is to him. You can't even see the outline of his
face anymore.
It was like being made love to by a ghost... all sensation, no reality.
You were bucking back to his prick when the car's lights cought you.
You are bent over the hood of the car. His erect member is in you as deeply
as you can remember ever being loved. Your shirt is open, your skirt hiked up
over your hips.
You had stopped caring about being seen by the couple at the other car, when
the headlights caught the two of you in their beam. Your milky white breasts
show clearly (you are sure) as the car slows in its turn. His hand has never
relinquished possession of your clit, and continues to stimulate you the
entire time. You can only react to what is happening; the danger of being seen
by the passers-by; the spotlight from the car; the cold metal on your tender
breasts and stomach; The cock burried in your pussy; the hand rubbing your clit
in time to the shafts plunges...
You are overwhelmed by the sum of it; simoultaneously you have one of the
strongest orgasms you can remember...
In the car lights
On a public street
As people watch;
Taking it from behind
bent over a car
by a man who is a voice
who's face you can barely remember--
And you love it.
The car continues on its way. It seemed to slow for a moment, but you
can't be sure they noticed you. You look back at the couple. They seem
bothered by your stare and quickly get into their car and leave.
He continues to make love to you. As he reaches orgasm, you join him; calmer
now, but somehow sweeter.
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