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It was a warm day and as I turned off into the car park, the urge to have a quick masturbation almost mad me pee myself.

I was as horny as hell, so my inhibitions were so low I did not give a shit, I just wanted to have an orgasm.
I am a woman who likes her sex, but if I am honest, I love a good pussy rub more, I control the where, why, and how, throw in the timing, tempo, and pace, and you have the ultimate in 'Frigging', not to mention the being caught in public, where again I control the if's and when.

I think I love my car sex for all the quickies and casuals, and the serious dogging sessions, when it takes more than one man to fill the void between my legs, and the warm sperm hitting my body, knowing each load has a warm thrill for the man depositing it, yes even trying to find the right word to describe it, makes me wet, read on and see what you men think, about this woman's recall of some of those moments of sexual deviancy.



I had just passed my drivers test, and my parents let me loose on the road with their little Nissan Gloria, with its added extras including leather upholstery, which dad had his friend install.

I cruised in the countryside, the darkness outside contrasted with the illumination of the added gadgets daddy had on his dashboard and panel, I felt power surge through me, as the vibrations and noise from the engine, and road surged through the steering column, the sense of solitude and being in charge of such a powerhouse, surged through me, my nipples hardened as did my clitoris, and I felt myself squeeze my thighs tight, I instinctively knew I needed a fuck, I was horny, and my body was alive and tingling, all I needed was a man, so I dropped through the gears and came to a halt, at the side of the road, turned off the engine and headlights, and waited.

Ahead of me lay a small pub, I looked at the dash clock and it read, 22:50, I could feel my heart quicken, soon it would empty and men would pour forth, and an eighteen year old girl would choose one of them to gratify her sexual urges, and as the door swung open, I reached down and undid my jean's button, and eased to zipper all the way down, feeling the warm air inside the car caress my shaved pubis, I raised my ass from the leather, and eased my denims over my hips, down my legs, tossing them over my shoulder into the back seat, 'There', I thought, my face rigid with gritted determination, 'let them resist seeing my naked lower body'.

I had '****' on my mind, I wanted it rough, I wanted a group of them to fight to go next with me, I wanted to feel three of them all going at their own pace, I wanted to know I was satisfying them all at the same time, and as I thought, I suddenly realized I was masturbating myself, and a pool of fluid had gathered in the seat where sat, rubbing myself, I was open and flowing, in the protective darkness of the car, but his cough alerted me to the approaching man coming from the rear, he was drunk and staggered as to emphasize it, the closer he got, the more excited and bravado coursed through me.

I took my hand off my wet organ to roll the wheel to my right, easing the seats back to go horizontal. I turned the ignition once, not to start the engine, just power the window, and let the driver window open down, the inrush of cool air doing nothing to cool my determined ardor.

He was almost to the car, and I was in full flow, I closed my eyes an rubbed myself like crazy, would he see me, would he reach in and touch me, stick his cock in the window for me to suck, everything was running through my fevered mind as I got closer and closer to my orgasm, just being caught doing it had the greatest impact, what I did not know, was the car was shaking like crazy, and I was making too much noise not to draw attention, he drew level and stopped, looking down and witnessing a girl in full flow, writhing and twisting in a soft leather chair, her top pulled high as I kneaded my breasts, the rest fully exposed, and as he reached in, I exploded into a huge orgasm, my hips bucking like a wild filly, my bum rising and falling in unison with each spasm of orgasmic wave that swept over me.

As I came to my senses and my body relaxed, I suddenly realised it was his hand that was between my legs, his fingers inside of me, and his beery mouth that was clamped onto my nipple, I was too far gone to feel him take over my body.

I was hissing, 'Fuck me', over and over into the echo of the car interior, I was clinging to his arm and humping his hand as he crudely stretched and poked deep inside of me, my vaginal muscles gripping and relaxing his fingers as I came, his hooked fingers locked behind the curvature of my pubis,he held me high, my bum off the seat, I was suspended, breathing hard, when hi relaxed his fingers, letting them open, and I slid from him and my bum nestling into the pool of vaginal secretions and piss on the leather.

The next I knew I was shaking violently, as my body reacted to what seemed a lifetime, but was in fact less than five minutes, I was still almost naked and before I could react, he was inside the car, wanting his turn.

I started the engine and drove a little, back into the countryside, where we could not be disturbed, and once there had full sex, inside and outside the car.

I went home that night still in a sexual state of mind, in the knowledge of what I had instigated and carried out, would have far reaching consequences on me, my sexual liberation and needs were realized that night, and as I grew older, realized, that every time I got into a car, I got wet with anticipation, and let men touch and fuck me, yes I was a car accessory, a fuck machine, I bet Nissan would love to have marketed me, after many tests of course.

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Hi friends aj me aapko apni real story sunane ja raha hu mera nam raj hai {name changed}, me puna ka rehanewala hu aur ek gym me as a trainer kam karta hu. Aur usi are me room leke rahata hu. Ghar ki saf safai ke liye maine ek servant appoint ki thi uska nam kamala bai tha, wo subhah aake sara kam karke jati thi,aur fir sham ko 7 baje wapa aati thi. Ek din me jab ghar aaya to dekha ki ghar ki safai nahi hui thi aur 8 baj gaye the fir bi kamala bai nahi aayi,maine bahot wait kiya lekin wo nahi...

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Loosing Virginity To Sweta

Hello all ISS readers. This is my first story so, if any mistakes please pardon me. This is a true story which happened few years back when in I was completing my higher secondary at that time I was 19 years old, this incident changed my life forever, the way I looked at the girls. This was the incident which brought a complete turnover in my life. I always felt horny but was not able to do anything because I was little afraid of approaching to girls. Before going to the story let me introduce...

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James the Homemaker

"You've got some explaining to do, little Missy! What, did you think I'd call you 'young man' with all those panties and a bra under your mattress? Is that your only undies supply? Why didn't you just put them in your panty drawer? Oh, don't worry. I already moved them so they'd be a little more convenient for you. Oh, and I bought you some more. A girl needs more than five pairs of panties and one bra. I'm sure I got you the right size and I bought the most feminine ones for...

4 years ago
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Clara Wilsons Makeover

Clara was turning 40. Her friends had made a big thing of it, taking her out and celebrating with the usual amount of fake funereal trappings. It had been a hoot but now she was home and was left with it it, just left with it. She was turning 40 and was mopey about it. She wandered around fairly early that Saturday, and moped. She had a cup of coffee and just looked her house over. She called it always ‘the old girl’, and at times, when sadness was on her, she talked to the house. ‘What do...

2 years ago
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My Makeover

This is a work of reality! It is autobiographical and written on feelings and observations gathered by me! My Makeover By Lisa Elizabeth Being transgendered is a rather ill defined thing. This topic covers a wide range of people and interests. You have the people that dress up one time and are quite happy. Then at the other end of the spectrum are those with an undying burning desire to become the gender they were not born. A lot of people fall somewhere in between those two...

3 years ago
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New Kind Of Experience With Swetha

Hi every body am . This is my 5th story in ISS (indiansexstories) Thanks for all for giving comments to ma previous stories. Now am Back with New and recent one which happen with one of my friend. For new readers, I’m Manmadhan from Chennai, working in Top MNC company in Chennai, Good looking and jovial guy. I’m coming to incident which happened, I am having a FB in name of Manmadhan alive, I’m keeping in touch with my friends and my fans via that, recently I got a girl (Swetha name changed) as...

4 years ago
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Relationship With My Aunt Swetha

By : Rahulroni31 Hey! ISS readers this is Rahul (20) from Hyderabad this is the first time I am writing the story which has happened to me last year. My aunt Swetha stays in Vizag with her family she has two children and my uncle works for some exporting company she has a very good personality I ain’t know the exact measurements of her but she has a an awesome personality and little dark color. Coming to the story I use to spend my vacation in Vizag staying at my aunts house so someway like...

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The Makeout Machine

This story contains no sex. None at all. That said, I hope you enjoy it. * It was the first full day of summer vacation. School had ended at noon the day before. I was just finishing my Cheerios when Jimmy knocked on the back door. My mom let him in and he sat down across from me at the table. He looked very excited. ‘Dave, the pool is open.’ ‘I know, Jimmy. Want to go swimming?’ ‘We got a new lifeguard this year.’ I nodded as I crunched. That wasn’t big news. Jimmy continued, ‘He’s a...

3 years ago
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Little Girl made wetsies

The pressure in my bladder was growing by the second and I thought I would piss myself at any moment! I had had many near-accidents, but had always managed to make it home in time. “Only 10 more minutes… You can do this… Just keep concentrating… “ I kept muttering to myself as I practically ran home. “Stupid homework… If it wasn’t so heavy, I could run better!” I was concentrating so hard, I didn’t see the raised cement of an upcoming sidewalk block and I tripped. My books went flying...

2 years ago
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Wetscapades

It was a warm spring night, I was finally taking the girl of my dreams out to eat. She’s beautiful, smart, fun, kind, outgoing– just all around perfect in my eyes, and her name is Andrea. I arrived to pick her up and she exited her house wearing a light blue blouse that wrapped nicely in all the right places like it was custom made for her body, with a simple pair of jeans that seemed to be skin-fit as they hugged her curves wonderfully. I tried to conceal my fascination as she entered the car...

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Daniela und ihre Wetten

Daniela und ihre Wetten Mein Name ist Paul und ich bin 18 Jahre alt. Ich kam mit meiner Freundin Daniela, die vor kurzem ebenfalls 18 geworden war, mal wieder von einer Shoppingtour nach Hause. Wir sagten kurz Hallo zu meinen Eltern, die in der Küche saßen und zu meinem 20-jährigen Bruder Robert, der im Wohnzimmer war. Dann gingen wir auf mein Zimmer. Ich musste mich schwer zusammen reißen, dass ich ihr nicht sofort die Kleider vom Leib riss und über sie herfiel. Kurz vorher war Dani nämlich...

2 years ago
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Die verhaumlngnisvolle Keuschheitswette

Diese Geschichte ist nicht von mir fand sie aber sehr anregend und wollte sie euch nicht vorenthalten. Hoffe sie gefällt euchMax war ein erfolgreicher Banker, machte in seiner Freizeit viel Sport und hatte einen Körper der eigentlich gar nicht zu einem Banker passte. Er war sehr muskulös und gut gebaut. Seine Frau Hanna arbeitete in einer Firma, die Polizei und Gefängnisausrüstung herstellte als Entwicklerin. Sie sind ein glückliches junges Ehepaar. Sie 26 und er 27. Zusammen haben sie ein...

3 years ago
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Sex With Neighbour Aunty Shwetha

This story is 6 months back when my wife went for our first baby delivery. I was alone in my apartment and we had very good neighbors and this beautiful aunty Shwetha who is in her 30′s. about her she has good assets (36-30-38) slim fair, sexy attractive and about 5’3′ height. About myself I am 5’6′ and 64 kg weight (slim and Indian color). I go to office early n come late so didnt had much time to spend with neighbours and know them better. But, whenever I used to see this aunty next door I...

1 year ago
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Wetscapades

It was a warm spring night; I was finally taking the girl of my dreams out to eat. She’s beautiful, smart, fun, kind, outgoing-- just all around perfect in my eyes, and her name is Andrea. I arrived to pick her up and she exited her house wearing a light blue blouse that wrapped nicely in all the right places like it was custom made for her body, with a simple pair of jeans that seemed to be skin-fit as they hugged her curves wonderfully. I tried to conceal my fascination as she entered the car...

Oral Sex
2 years ago
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Hott Sticky and Wetttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

Hott, Sticky, and Wetttttttttttttttttttttttttttt I was glad that we had finally met, because after several weeks of chatting on the internet and talking on the phone, I was ready to find out if you were really as sexually charged as you said you were. As for me, I knew I was ready and had a lot of dreams of how I was wanting serve you and have you serve me. So, when I called you and let you know what hotel I was staying at, I couldn’t help but notice the joy in your voice, which enticed me even...

1 year ago
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Wetware

WETWARE.TXT WETWARE by Marlissa If it hadn't been for the honk of the car behind him, Dr. Stein might have idled at the intersection all day, or so some might have said. He roused himself from his mental perambulations to see that, yes, the light was now green and yes, the old lady had crossed the busy street safely. You'd think I were sixty instead of twenty-seven, he chided himself. He tapped the accelerator much to the insistence of the truck behind him and drove...

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