Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Volvo (MF, cons)
Date: 9 Oct 1995 16:10:59 GMT

			      The Volvo

	The ol' Volvo has been a good car to me. Almost 150 thousand
miles, and it has seen just about everything any car ever could. But
the best memories come from a Saturday night after dinner and drinks
on the town with my fiance -

	She surprised me that night by not wearing any panties under
her dress. All night long she kept reaching under the table to give my
cock a squeeze as she told me how wet she was. And the few times I got
a chance to check, I found out that she wasn't lying.

	So, when we got out to the car after eating, it wasn't to much
of a surprise for her to unzip my pants and take out my cock as soon I
sat down in the driver's seat. By the time I got the car into gear and
out of the parking lot was stroking my hardness with her hand.

	Being that I live a ways out of town, we were away from the
city lights by the time she had dropped her head to my lap to lick the
juices off my rod. Now it's hard to drive while you are continually
brought to the brink and then left alone, so I searched for a turn off
somewhere. Luck was on our side as I found an old farmer's turn-off. I
pulled far of the road into a stand of trees, turned off the light and
killed the engine. Her head bobbed up and down on my cock as I leaned
over to lift her dress. She had the leather seats all wet and sticky
with her pussy juice, and I started to finger her hot cunt.

	She hit the seat release for my side and I fell backwards, my
hand leaving her pussy. She moved around, avoiding the stick shift as
she did, and maneuvered herself right over my cock. Her head was out
the moon-roof as she lowered her sopping pussy onto my cock. I felt
her juices first, then the heat of her lips as she pressed down on my
cock. She let herself drop full force onto me, shoving my member deep
inside her. We shared a moan as we started working toward the
enjoyment we had building up to all evening. We started bucking and
jerking, but she kept hitting her head on the roof. Hmmm... What to
do?

	Open the door and go out side! The moon was bright as she
climbed off me, opened the door, and bent over the grill of the car.
Now for all you that know, the Volvo trademark is the male sexuality
symbol, and we both got a laugh as I commented on the appropriateness
of its location right now.

	She was draped over the hood, her dress gathered about her
waist, and the moon reflected off her her pussy lips. Her tight
asshole was exposed, all shiny from the juices hat had dripped down to
it. She wriggled her behind, teasing me, then begging me to fuck her,
fuck her hard. I consented and moved behind her, put my cock at her
pussy entrance and rammed into her deeply. Her hips hit the grill on
every stroke as my hands moved to her breasts dangling freely under
her dress. My balls slapped against her clit on every stroke. We
fucked hard, she throwing her hips into me on every thrust.

	We could see cars go by every so often way over on the road as
we fucked in the bright moonlight. No one ever stopped though. We kept
humping away until she started bucking and bucking, her pussy
squeezing my cock tightly until I came too. Just then I slipped out,
and shot cum all

	Over the shiny grill of my car. we uncoupled, and got back
into the car. We drove home, and were too tired to even shower as we
just undressed and went to bed. The next morning we made a joint
decision to not wash the car for one month - for sentimental reasons.