FORD F150
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Tuesday afternoon, I went grocery shopping. As I parked, a brand spanking new F150 parked beside me.
I got out of my car and approached the F150’s driver as he was exiting the truck.
“That looks like one damn nice truck!”
“Thanks. I just got it a week ago.”
“My son had one a few years ago. He was happy with it but when he got married, they switched to an SUV.”
“Would you like to get in?”
“You bet, thanks.”
He opened the driver’s door and I got behind the wheel. He got in the passenger side. I grasped the steering wheel and looked around. It was bloody nice. I liked the look of the dash, the padding on the console, and the seat was very very comfortable.
I looked over at the owner and said, “Wow, this is an incredible truck, very nice indeed.”
He grinned, “Thanks, I like it too.”
I had glanced at his crotch and was pleased to see a really nice bulge in his jeans.
“You know what else in this truck looks damn nice?”
“No, what?”
I reached over and placed my hand on his crotch.
“This!” I gently squeezed his package and rubbed back and forth a bit. He did not object to what I was doing at all. I continued to rub and squeeze and feel his cock. He was growing bigger.
I said, “That feels bloody nice to me!”
“Me too,” he grinned.
“How about unzipping and lowering your jeans so I can see it?”
“Somebody might see.”
“No, they won’t. We’re sitting high up. It will just look like we’re two guys talking.”
He unzipped and raised himself up off the seat and lowered his jeans and underwear to his knees. He raised up his shirt so I had a clear view. His uncut cock was semi-hard and about six inches in length and pretty fat too.
My hand wrapped around his cock and stroked it up and down. My fingers dropped to his nuts and gave them a proper fondling. Grasping his cock again, I rolled his foreskin down over his glans. His knob was wet and glistening with his secretions. I jerked his now fully hard cock slowly, up and down, moving his hood with each stroke.
“Jeez, that feels so bloody good, mmmm.”
“I like it too,” I chuckled. I stopped stroking him for a moment but held onto his cock while I admired it. His cock had grown to seven or eight inches. It felt hard yet soft in my hand. It felt hot too. It twitched as I held it.
A white Mustang convertible with a loud bass pulsating muffler drove in and parked in the row in front of us. I paused stroking his cock and rested my hands on his shaft.
A woman got out. Her skirt was very short and most of her left leg was visible. We both stared at her intently. Her purse spilled its contents out on the ground. We could hear her swearing!
She got down on her haunches, picked up her spilled items and put them in her purse. Her legs parted as she reached for the farther items. Hot damn, no panties. No hair, either. She was sporting a shaved pussy.
“Look at that!”
“There’s something you don’t see every day,” I answered.
She rose up, slammed the door shut and went into Walmart.
I started stroking my passenger’s cock again. Slowly. I did not want to go too fast, prolonging it as much as possible.
“Hot damn, your cock is huge, bud. And hard as a crowbar. I love the way your foreskin moves over your knob like that. Mmmm, very tasty looking too. I would love to bend over and take it in my mouth and suck you and lick you and make you cum in my mouth. Mmmm!”
He was moaning, gasping and his hips were squirming and rising off the seat. My words must have turned him on past the point of no return as his cock suddenly gushed forth with great spurts of cum. Thick, creamy cum. All over my hand and all over his belly. I carried on stroking his cock, milking it dry.
There was my hand, fingers wrapped around his cock head, covered with hot cum. Glorious creamy cum.
“That was awesome!”
“I thought so too,” I chuckled.
I let go of his now shrunken cock. My hand and fingers were full of jizz. He reached behind him to the back seat and grabbed a box of Kleenex. We used the tissues to clean my hand and his belly and groin.
“Phew, that was something, I never would have guessed I’d get jerked off today.”
I returned to my car and got the hand sanitizer out of the glove compartment. I squeezed out a generous amount and rubbed it all over both hands.
I headed to Walmart, shit-eating grin on my face!
In the pharmacy department, I spotted Mustang Sally. She was again on her haunches, checking out cosmetic items on the lowest shelf. She was facing me and her legs were about six inches apart. She spotted me looking at her, looking at her crotch, boldly looking at her bald pussy.
“Enjoying the show, again?” She must have seen us in the parking lot.
I chuckled and answered, “I sure am, lady. You made my day!”
She got up and tugged down her skirt.
“Do you like showing off?”
“Hell, yeah! If there weren’t so many people around I’d let you finger fuck me right here until I climaxed in your hand!”
“Whoa, that sounds too good to be true. I am going to go to my car. I'll be waiting when you leave. I will spread a towel on the passenger seat for you to sit on. Sound okay?”
“Okay,” she giggled.
I went right to my car, spread the towel and waited.
She came out five minutes later. She put her purse and parcel in the Mustang and walked towards me.
She opened the car door, hiked up her skirt and got in.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
I reached over and rested my hand on her upper leg. Her legs parted. She felt warm and soft. And willing. My hand reached up to her pussy. I rubbed her mound and circled lower. My middle finger traced down her slit. It was wet already. I slipped it inside and moved it in and out.
Her clit was being stimulated along with her vagina simultaneously. I could feel its nub on the backside of my probing digit.
I altered the angle of my finger to a more straight-in-and-out and my thumb caressed her clit.
Her hips were moving and she was breathing hard, moaning and gasping and squirming in the seat.
I sped things up a bit and her hips lunged off the seat, she shuddered and she came.
As her climax subsided, I continued to stroke her vagina. Slowly, in and out. My thumb rested on her clit, not moving. It might have been too sensitive for further friction.
Gradually, she finished. Her breathing returned to normal.
“Thanks, I needed that!”
“My pleasure, miss.”
“What would have been even more perfect, is if I’d have been stretched across the console, sucking your cock while you finger fucked me! We could have cum together.”
I was flabbergasted and, like the numb nut I was, didn’t reply.
With a wink and a tug down on her skirt, she exited my car and got into her Mustang.
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TranssexualMonday, August 18As Tom opened the door to the chiropractic clinic and entered, he saw Sara Hensley standing at the receptionist's counter. She was wearing a well-tailored grey suit, jacket and skirt, and a white silk blouse. Her four-inch heels matched the colour of her suit. The skirt was short, definitely above the knees, but not scandalously short She looked great. She was holding some file folders in her hand and was talking to the receptionist, an attractive brunette who, Tom estimated,...
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Here's something quick I dashed off to get the writing juices flowing again. And I didn't forget my promise to stick you in one of my stories. I just gotta have time to write it, OK? Enjoy! 'Brett' -------------------- Well, here's another installment of my wonderful Marilyn's adventures. I thought I was tapped out of this story for now, but fan support (and a needed break from writing) have brought the fire back. Enjoy this one. Oh and by the way...too young, too offended, too...
It was early in the morning when I heard the garage door open, my wife returning from a night out with her friends. I was sitting in the kitchen doing some work on one of my art projects when she walked in with her friend Amanda. Amanda was holding my drunken wife up as I made my way over to help with her. Amanda said "She is wasted and I had to drive her home, I will help you get her to the bed" We both struggled to get my wife to our bedroom and once inside we flopped her on the bed. Amanda...
21 year old “The Baddie” Teacher (I just made that up) is here today. She used to be a teacher or teacher’s aid or something, but that’s probably not going to be the case after this video hits the streets. Beneath that shy personality is an absolute super freak just waiting to come out. It’s girls like this that make life worth living, she’s a true embodiment of a slut who just wants to be used. I think, and this is just my opinion, the shock of “lights, camera, action” when she walked in...
xmoviesforyouHi, I am peelu 24 ,(aaj me aap se ek real story share kar raha hun..)we are 7members in my family, parents and 2 sisters, elder sister 28 married and shilpa 22,studying in college,meri bahin shilpa ka bahut kam umar me hi mast figure ho gaya tha ,bade bade doodh, aur gaand bhi bahut mast ho gayi thi, main jab bhi usko sote hue dekhta mera land khada ho jata tha.. Main apni bahin ko chodne ka soch raha tha.. Lekin samajh nahi aa raha tha kaise chodu.. Uski moti moti janghe, badi gaand , sawla...