Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Back Seat (MF, mast)
Date: 5 Oct 1995 22:12:58 GMT

			     The Backseat

	A hazy image of the back seat of a car and the white glare of
nylon panties stretched across a humid pulsing pussy. Your fingertips
stroke the damp cloth as your tongue probes the hot, yawning mouth.
Pulling the nylon aside with a finger, you actually hear the squish of
your finger sinking into the drooling slot. She whimpers and thrust
her hips against your hand. Rolling the tiny button of flesh, your
finger probes the slushy hot region, strange jerking urges causing
your thighs to tremble and your hips to jerk. You reach for the waist
band of the panties and she freezes against you. Her hand clamps
around your wrist and she pulls her gasping mouth from yours.

	"Nooooo!"

	The word is a low wail. Your balls ache and your mind can't
focus. Both her hands hold your wrist and she backs away from you, her
white bra heaving in the darkness.

	Disappointment, hunger, anger, and then frustration. Urgent
words of cajoling and sincere promises. She shakes her head through it
all still clutching your wrist, her soft thighs clamped around your
hand.

	Begging doesn't prevail nor do threats. Exasperation joins
your frustration. As a last ditch effort, you unzip and unveil the
swollen body member that pleads for gratification. As if mesmerized,
she stares in the semi-light at your pulsing cock. Absent-mindedly she
releases your wrist and strokes her naked thighs. Her eyes are wide
and she whispers a request. Too excited to speak, you nod assent.

	Her slender fingers reach out timidly, her fingernail glazing
the underside and you almost shoot off! She pauses, regroups and with
new courage strokes the dark head. Your whole body jerks with
pleasure. She asks a question and you squeak out an answer. She asks
another and you gasp. The thought makes your dick jerk violently. It
pleases her that she can cause it to react.

	Both hands cup the passion swollen flesh, then curl around it
and squeeze gently. White lights explode in your head and you can't
even stifle the whimper. She whispers something about its heat and
leans closer to your cock. Her fingers are moving slightly, rubbing
and squeezing. A tremor runs through your aching balls and you
suddenly know that it is too late. With a gasp and a thrust of your
hips...