Just one more night,” she begged him. He stood in the doorway, looked at her tear-streaked face with a certain amount of disdain. He knew he was about finished with her. She didn’t know that yet, evidently. Too bad. “Come on, Brad. I can’t… I can’t believe that you don’t want to see me anymore. I know I can change your mind.” She smiled, even through her tears. “You still want me, don’t you?” He eyed her body critically beneath the tight-fitting sweatclothes. As far as bodies went, it was a good one. When he had first seen her tight, firm flesh clearly revealed by a set of running tights, he’d known that he would get in, somehow.
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It hadn’t been hard. It was a DKE party. She’d been at the keg. He spilled beer on her accidentally on purpose. She hardly noticed, until he pointed it out to her. She was grateful for the information. She turned out to be grateful enough to share his sleeping quarters that evening. It had been a very fulfilling evening. Well, fulfilling for her. Draining for him. Afterwards, he found out that her name was Linda. But that was a month ago, and now he was ready to move on to other conquests, was more than ready, in fact. He’d had several rather acrobatic experiences with one of her more distant acquaintances. Linda had noticed the way he had looked at the flesh beneath her very loose with no bra halter top. She evidently had thought it was nothing but a passing fancy. In fact, that very night he had been extremely helpful in removing the girl’s halter top. Among other things. Read more
What was taking so long? I still heard voices: Jack talking to Bill and Yvonne. I guess it did sound like they were at the front door, but they just kept talking and talking. And they’d eventually realize how strange it was that I wasn’t seeing them out. What would Yvonne think? What was Jack up to? It was when I’d teased him about Yvonne: “Checking out her rear?” I’d asked him in a low voice. He’d looked at me sharply, then smiled that sly smile of his: “*You* go upstairs and get undressed; *I’ll* get rid of them.” He’d said it low enough that they couldn’t hear him. I’d stared at him dumbly. “Come on, get up there: lie on the bed on top of the covers, on your stomach and wait.” And he’d slipped away to talk to Bill! I’d looked at them all: they were Jack’s friends and were really paying more attention to him than me. What was he up to? I’d looked at Jack some more. He’d snuck me a *what’s holding you?* look. And did it. Slipped out, into the bedroom, undressed. The light: should I turn it off? Why was I doing this? I finally got in bed with the light off. On my stomach. Lying there. And lying there, waiting for Bill and Yvonne to leave. What would Clara say if she knew I was doing this? What *was* I doing? It had just been such a wild thing for Jack to say and somehow I just couldn’t resist finding out what was on his mind.
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And what *did* he have planned? Why my stomach? Was he thinking about my rear? Doing it *that* way? No, we’d never done that, and I certainly hadn’t mentally prepared myself to tackle that tonight. But that *had* to be it: I suddenly felt very nervous about it all. How could I back out at this point? And what were they talking about for so long? I heard the front door open, but they were still yacking away. It was as if they were torturing me on purpose. So my rear was going to get it. Probably. Why did I just lie like this, waiting for him? Where did he get the idea that I’d go along with all this? I heard Yvonne’s voice, louder, then a little laughter. I belatedly realized she’d yelled *Have fun* in *my* direction! Then more talking and laughing. And finally the door shut. The house was quiet. Where was Jack? I thought again about what he might be planning. And it drove me up the wall that he just left me waiting! And finally I heard the footsteps. And the door opened, letting light in. I could have looked his way, but I just lay there, listening. He didn’t turn on light but left the door open. Read more
Lynn checked her watch; it was 8:30. If she left now, she could get to the mall just as it opened. She ran upstairs and went into their little office; Martin was at the computer. “What’re you doing?” “Checking my email.” “Oh, well I’m going shopping. Is there anything you want?” “Yeah, a blowjob.” “No, from the store.” “Nope,” he said, staring at the computer. “Bye Sweetie.” “See you later.” Lynn went and started the car. As she was about to leave, she remembered her lipstick on her bureau. She went upstairs, got the lipstick, and poked her head into the office to say goodbye again. Martin didn’t even notice her. He sat, staring at the computer screen, pants around his ankles, beating his meat. Lynn slipped silently into the room and stood behind him to see what was on the screen. She watched as he clicked through several browser windows, each with a different woman fucking a large dildo. Some women were thin, others fat; it didn’t seem to matter. Martin stroked his engorged cock harder and faster. When Lynn thought that he was about to cum, she put her hand on his shoulder. “So, that’s what you like,” she said softly.
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Martin jumped in his chair, banging his fist and his cock on the underside of the desk. He turned to see her glaring at him. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” she asked. Lynn turned and quickly left the room. Martin struggled to get his pants on then shut down his browser. Damn it! I knew I’d get caught sooner or later, he thought. He zipped his pants. He wondered if he should follow her to the bedroom or just leave her alone. Better to be tossed out after trying than not to try at all, he figured. Slowly, he made his way to the bedroom. “Honey? Are you ok?” Peering in he couldn’t see her. “Go sit in the corner,” she commanded from the bathroom. Martin shivered; the tone of her voice gave him the creeps. He went and sat in the armchair in the corner of their bedroom. “Close your eyes.” Martin obeyed. He couldn’t think of anything better to do. He was busted and he knew it. Better to just sit tight and do what she says, he decided. “Okay, open them.” Read more
This is an interesting incident. I had been going out with my girlfriend, Sherry, for many months now, and we’ve been having sex practically nonstop. One night we were coming home from dinner, riding in Sherry’s hot, deep blue Camaro. I told her that I wanted to have sex with her in the car, which was something we had never done. She was eager to have this new experience, and when we got to her house, she parked us in the garage, and we got out of the car. Sherry said that she wanted to shower. I would have joined her, but as you realize, the male of the species only has so many charges in his wand, and we wanted to save it for this new experience. Besides, we had sex in the shower many times before. Sherry went into the house, while I stayed in the garage, removing my clothes. I’m just glad it was summer; the garage was cool, but not cold or boiling like outside.
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I tossed my clothes on to the warm hood of the Camaro. Then I sat on it, idly kicking the tire with the ball of my foot, and absently fondling my cock. I ran my eyes along the sleek lines of the car. My cock started to rise. I found myself actually getting excited looking at a sports car! I got up and walked around to the rear of the car. Then I looked down at it’s tailpipes, and damned if my cock didn’t jump. I mentally looked left and right, then shrugged my shoulders and said to myself, hell, here’s something I never tried. I got down on my knees, supporting myself by clutching the car’s rear. I slowly inched my cock towards the rightmost tailpipe, ‘walking’ on my knees. I could feel some heat from the exhaust pipe, gently warming my cock. I slowly pressed my whole cock into the warm tailpipe up to the hilt! What an odd feeling!
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The car’s tailpipe was just about my size, a little smaller, so I was pressing against some resistance. The heat also felt wet, not dry at all. I giggled slightly as the thought “She’s hot and wet for it” went through my head. I slowly pulled out until just my head was in, then I thrust back in. Not bad. I could get used to this. I thrust in and out, and the Camaro built up momentum and began to rock back and forth! I modified my thrusts into the car so that when the Camaro was coming back, I thrust in to it’s tailpipe, giving it a little shove which sent it forwards again, as I pulled out. It was as if the car was thrusting against me. It really got me hot! Back and forth, back and forth, the car bucking against me, rocking on its shocks. The car began to make little creaking noises, I’m sure you have noticed them when your car oscillates on its shocks. This only served to get me hotter, since the creaking sounded like the car was moaning in time to our thrusts!
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Well, soon I was pushing into the car’s tailpipe for all I was worth, moaning as loud as the car was now. I couldn’t take it any longer. I kept my cock completely in the Camaro’s exhaust pipe, and thrust slightly. My balls erupted, and white lightning poured out of my cock deep into the car. Exhausted (so to speak), I flopped down onto the rear of the car, breathing hard, my cock slowly softening in the tailpipe. I then looked up and found my girlfriend watching me! I had no idea what to say. She probably figured that, too, and said, “I hope I can please you better than my car can!” It was all right! Sherry was looking at me and her car, still joined, with a sexy look. The thought of her boyfriend having sex not with her, but her sports car clearly got her hot. I pulled out. My cock was covered in soot! The soot actually served as a lubricant. “Uh…”, I said, “I think I’ll have to wash my cock. Fucking your car apparently isn’t very clean.”
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“Fine,” Sherry said, “I’ll wash it for you. And then you can tell me what sex with my car was like.” Well, as she did this, I told her that sex with the Camaro was pretty good (though not as good as with her, of course!). I also said that I hoped that I could fuck her car more in the future. She agreed. What followed was sex IN the car, as we had planned. Essentially she straddled me in the seat, with the seat back down. The car jumped up and down as we fucked. “Don’t come knockin’ if my car’s rockin’” indeed! I strongly suggest to all males who read this, and females if they’d like to try, to have sex with their cars. It’s quite strenuous, so try to get in a comfortable position first. Put plenty of padding under your knees, since the floor of a garage is quite hard. You really don’t want to bruise yourself, or make yourself sore. Also watch the edges of the tailpipe. If you are bigger than your car’s tailpipe, I suggest you find some silicone rubber and make a sort of form that can fit over your car’s exhaust pipe. This way, the edges won’t dig into your cock.
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Neither I nor any BBS this is found on, nor anyone who uploaded this file to a BBS is responsible for any injuries you may sustain in the course of having sex with your (or anyone else’s) car. I expect you to determine for yourself what would make your car fuck the most pleasing and uninjuring. Finally, be aware that when a male clenches his cock, there is a thing on the underside of the cock which bulges. If you do not protect yourself from the edge of the exhaust pipe, you may be cut or at least rubbed badly. So I suggest you take to heart the silicone rubber. You can get it at any hardware store.
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Above all, HAVE FUN WITH YOUR CAR!
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