Pandora was a very naughty girl. She was also selfish and oversexed. She only ever thought about her own pleasure. Her boyfriend was a very good person, he loved her so much that he put up with all her faults, and she used him in every sense. Also her sexual appetite was enormous, she couldn’t get enough of it, and she needed a minimum of 10 orgasms a day. She masturbated frequently when she was alone, and when she wasn’t she got her boyfriend to give her several orgasms through oral sex. When she had had enough, she rarely wanted to pleasure him, all that mattered was herself. Her boyfriend fantasized with anal sex, but she didn’t want to know, as she knew that she wasn’t going to get an orgasm that way. Pandora was also very lazy. She lived off her boyfriend. She spent most of her time at home, or shopping. She didn’t even know what he worked as, it just wasn’t interesting to Pandora, as long as there was plenty of money for her. One week he had to go for a business trip leaving Pandora on her own. The third day of his absence an enormous box came through the post. Pandora put it in the living room and didn’t give it a second thought. However, two days later Pandora was bored, and she felt curious to know what was inside. That night, when her boyfriend called she told him about the parcel. – ” A Big box came for you through the post, would you like me to open it for you?” – No, just put it in my study – said her boyfriend in an offhand manner. – “Why not? Come on, let me open it… – said Pandora in her whinnying tone.
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- ” I said no, it’s not your parcel, just forget about it, it’s just something to do with work, I will open it when I get back, okay?” And with that he hung up. Poor Pandora, she just couldn’t forget about the box. Hour after hour she looked at it, thinking what could be inside. Finally, curiosity got the better off her, and making all sorts of excuses in her mind she ripped the parcel’s paper off, and opened the box. She really had no idea what could be inside, but she certainly didn’t expect what she found, there was what seemed to be some sort of sexual toy, what looked like a stainless steel chastity belt. It was so beautiful, Pandora was very taken by it, and she couldn’t resist getting undressed and putting it on. She had no intention to lock it, she just held it up to her waist to see the effect, but as she did so, the two ends snapped shut, pulled by some sort of powerful magnetic attraction. The belt was fastened tight, it was a perfect fit. Pandora looked at herself nervously. She loved the sexy effect of the belt. She fingered the meshed area where she could pee without touching her clit and pussy. She felt her ass, so exposed and free from the restraining belt, and twisted her head to see how it looked. A closer look at the belt showed her that there didn’t seem to be a lock, she couldn’t even see the joins that had clicked together when she put the belt on. She began to feel very nervous, she looked in the box to see if some keys or instructions were there, but there was nothing. She tugged at the belt, trying to pull it off, but she couldn’t. Read more
It sickened him. His new girlfriend had an obsession with “the anal thing.” Now *that* he had never done. It had overtones of filth and perversion. It was the way queers had sex! And yet . . . She did have a nice behind. He loved to run his hands over its sweetly flowing contours. It was a classic, fully rounded and padded model, unlike the skinny boy-butts fashionable nowadays. He got hard just thinking about it. Why not? If she wanted it that badly . . . But, damn, that was where *poop* came from. The thought of sticking his cock into that disgusting, stinking hole –
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“Hobbie, do I have to beg? I *need* it there. That’s the only way I’ve ever been able to come. At least *try* it. If you love me . . . ” Love. The magic word. He knew raging passion, but love? What the hell could that be? Maybe . . . maybe what he was starting to feel for Carla. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. “Yes, Hobson, I’ll wash thoroughly. I’ll even do an enema to clean out inside. No trace of my shit will contaminate that pristine cock of yours.” 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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If ever there was a time I needed to get to get away for some time in the woods, it was then. What I didn’t need was the hassle of two camping rookies, even if they were my friends. And the last thing, the very last thing in existence that I needed or wanted was to be with a couple in mad, passionate lust. Since Carla split, I just wanted to be alone. Alone in the woods would be even better. My friends, Paul and Melanie didn’t see it that way. They figured I needed someone around so I didn’t do anything stupid. The way I saw it was they’d already flunked that test. I was already doing something stupid. I was camping with them. Before the night was over, I’d discover that maybe camping with them wasn’t so stupid after all.
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Don’t get me wrong. I love Paul and Mel. I’d known about Paul since high school. He was the best shortstop in the state. I was the best second baseman. We toured the State campus together when they were recruiting us. We both got scholarships and ended up rooming together. State had a killer infield and I had a friend. We met Mel our freshman year. I think we both had a crush on her. Her violet eyes, pixie face, long black hair and killer body made her stand out in a crowd but it was her sense of humor and warmth that made her part of our crowd. I’m still not sure how Paul managed to first get into her pants. Just about one of the few things he’s refused to tell me since I’ve known him. Read more
