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I thought I'd repost this as well; no real reason, just like to give it a
second airing.  Don't forget that all my stories are available from my
website at http://www.cryogen.com/JohnnyD/.

See you there.

Oh, and if you are under 18 - DON'T READ ON!  And don't go to the website
either! 


Group Sex in a Ford
===================

by Johnny D. (johnnyd@cryogen.com)


It started with a kiss.

Why understate the truth; it started with Tom tongue-fucking Lucy's throat.

They were at a dance, you see.  Dancing.  Not together at first, but Tom's
partner was on her period and Lucy's little brother kept treading on her feet,
so they sort of gravitated together.  Drawn together by Fate, who knew when two
souls were so perfectly matched.

Or maybe it was the pure bestial lust between a hot young thing in a low-cut
dress and a stud in a tux.

They danced two numbers, quick and slow, before Tom pressed his lips to
Lucy's.  The contact was soft, then hard, pressing closer together, lipstick
smudging from woman to man.

It played merry hell with their dancing, careering into three couples and
tripping two more before they made it off the dancefloor.

Up against the wall, drawing disgusted glances from the other dancers.  Mouths
opening.  Tongues darting forth, exploring their new playgrounds.  Tasting the
other's taste, breath-freshener and lipstick.

Red meat-rods thrusting in and out, around and around, side to side and up and
down in their wet mouth-holes.

And when they came up for air, Tom said: "Come out to my car."


Tom's car was big and the seats reclined.  Tom took the driver's side, Lucy the
passengers, and they started where they had left off; tongues playing tag in
their newly-created cavern.

Tom's hand was jammed down the front of Lucy's dress, rolling her nipples
between his fingers, roughly kneading her firm udders against her ribcage.
Squeezing them between palm and thumb.

He could feel her respond to that; a sudden urgency in her kissing.  He did it
again.

One of his hands was still free.  With purpose Tom moved it around the back of
her dress.  Looking for the zipper.  Finding it.  Pulling it down.  Sliding his
hand inside, around her back, fondling her tit from the side.  A shuck of both
hands, and her dress was sliding down her body.  She was naked to the car's
stagnant air.

He still couldn't see her tits, which was a bit of a bummer.  All that was
visible were the car seat, a few locks of her hair, and one large ear.

And all this time, Lucy's little hands had been working busily at his
clothing.  Undoing shirt buttons, trouser flies, cuffs, ties.  His clothing
hung loose around him and he had barely noticed.

They had to stop kissing; it was no good.  You just cannot remove a suit while
joined at the lips.

And so Tom drew back, taking in the smile on Lucy's lips before drawing his
gaze to her tits.  Buoyant beauties.

His shirt was off with a shrug of his shoulders.  He lifted his hips, pulling
his trousers down his legs and onto the floor.  His socks, always annoying at a
time like this, followed.

He again descended upon Lucy's lips, his tongue the vanguard of the assault.
Hers came up to greet it, and for an instant they danced together in the open
air, before lipsticked lips again met lipsticked lips and they were plunged
into their dark wet chamber.

Tom rolled onto Lucy.

Nakedness met nakedness.

He slid between her legs easily, as if this was where he was meant to be.
Home.  As if he were coming home.

His hardness touched her opening.  She pulled at his head, running her fingers
through his hair.  Communicating by touch alone what she wanted, what she
deeply desired.

He pushed himself within her welcoming wetness.

A muffled thud.  Someone on the bonnet of his car.

But neither of them payed it any attention; Tom continuing to slowly ease his
thick organ into Lucy, feeling her tense with every extra inch she took.

Another thud.  Tom glanced up.  Two people in front of his car; a girl on the
bonnet with her legs around a standing man.  They were ripping each others'
clothes off.

Lucy pulled him back to her mouth.


The back door opened.  Tom and Lucy froze, interlocked at the waist and clamped
together by their legs.

A girl and a man, both naked.

"Hey, would you mind if we joined you in there?" said the girl.  "If we do it
out here someone's gonna see us."

Tom looked at Lucy.  Lucy looked at Tom.

"N-no, we don't mind." said Tom.

Lucy looked at Tom.  Tom looked at Lucy.

Lucy pushed Tom's mouth back down on hers.  He resumed his thrusting.

The car bounced as the other man fell onto the back seat.  "You better be
ready, Jason, because here I come!" the girl shouted, climbing astride and
slamming the door behind her.  She crawled up his body until her swinging
breasts hovered enticingly above Jason's face, then sat back, returning his
rock-hard cock to the deep depths of her steamy love tunnel.

"Oooooh, Dorothy", moaned Jason, as the girl made circular motions of her
impaled hips.  And then when she started to raise herself up and down, punching
the slick rod into and out of her slicker innards, the oohs, arrhhs and ughs of
Dorothy and Jason drowned out the creak-creak-creak of the car's suspension.


Someone opened the back door and shone a torch in Dorothy's face.

"Hey, stop that!" she said.  The torch-shiner stopped.  Tom and Lucy also
stopped.

"Grant Trendt, Nightingale Securities."  said the man, moonlight catching the
silver badge on his lapel.  "Come on now, we can't be having this in the car
park."

"Awwww, go on..." hummed Dorothy, reaching out to fondle Grant's crotch.  "I'm
sure we can find a way to change your mind."

"Well, I don't..." said Grant.  Then: "Nooo, stop that!" as Dorothy pulled his
unresisting body into the car.  Then: "Ahhhhhhooooowwww" when Dorothy unzipped
his jeans, whipped out his cock and started sucking.

"Close the door behind you." said Lucy, as the suspension started to creak once
more.


Tom looked up as someone opened the passenger's door.  A young girl, maybe
fifteen or sixteen, dressed in a pretty party frock.

"Aww, Dorry!" she called.  "What are you doing, you said you'd show me how to
dance!"

"Mmmph!  Mmph mmmph!"  Dorothy mmphed around Grant's meat.

"No, I won't go away!  I won't I won't I won't!"

"Mmmmmmph Mmph-mmphhhhh!"

"But it's raining, Dorry, an I wanna be just like you!  I wanna do you're
doing!"

This was enough to make Dorothy take Grant's engorged lower head from between
her lips.  "No, run along now Tina, this is for grown-ups."

Tina stamped her foot.  "No no no, if you don't let me join in I'll tell Mom
what you're doing!"

"Well..." wavered Dorothy.

"I tell you what, Tina." Lucy said.  "You can join in with us."

Tina's face lit up.  "Oh, thank you thank you thank you!  What do I have to
do?"

Lucy reached and and grabbed Tina's thighs.  "Just sit here, darling, and I'll
do everything else."  She lifted the younger girl's dress and found Tina's
teenage twat winking back.  Licking her lips, Lucy guided Tina's hairless
genitals onto her face, while from above Tom watched in amazement.

Lucy felt Tina tense as she ran her tongue along the slick slit.  A brush
against the girl's protruding love-nugget and she was moaning with the
exquisite pleasure.  Another and Lucy was savouring the taste of Tina's liquor
as the pussy began to drool before her very eyes.

Tom reached out and closed the door before he resumed his pumping.


But the doors didn't stay closed for long; as the rain got heavier and chased
coupled couples out of their comfortable corners, they made for whatever warmth
and cover they could see.  Like a rocking Ford in the car-park.  And so Lucy,
Tom, Tina, Dorothy, Jason and Grant were soon joined by many, many more.

Among the first to arrive were Kevin and Kelly.  Kevin took one look at Tina
and decided to educate the youngster in how to give a perfect blow job.  This
initially left Kelly at a loose end fondling Jason's balls, but the arrival of
Dave and Sally soon changed that; Dave beaming his beam into Kelly's box, them
both leaning forward to eat out Sally.

The car in no time ran out of seat- and floor-space, forcing the nude bodies to
pile up in a tangle of arms, legs and heads.  The next arrivals were the
brother-and-sister team of Steve and Stephanne; Steve's cock found a happy home
in Sally's mouth, while his and Grant's heads became the bread in a Stephanne
sandwich.  As her brother's tongue worked it's wonders around her anus,
Stephanne's only wish was for something upon which she could perform her own
oral wonders - a request quickly granted with the arrival of Leon.

And then there were Adele and Judy, who were happy to quietly 69 away on Tom's
back - until Dave's brother Donald happened to see Judy's asshole gazing
enticingly through the window.  As might be expected, he opened the door and
thrust home.

Still they came; Steven who gave Adele's cunt a second thing to consider, Fiona
who occupied Kevin's mouth, Bob who sucked her tits.  Jean and Michelle, who
arrived just in time to ease the pressure on Bob's balls.  The car was filling
up by this time, but there was still room for John to happily alternate between
the wet love tunnels of Jean and Michelle, his girlfriend Pat who had to make
do with his mouth - on her lower lips.  Her other lips were occupied sucking on
Lisa's love button.

Lisa was bent right over, her back pressed tight on the roof of the car.
Therefore, she was surprised to feel something long and thick pushing at her
anus, and cried "Hey, what gives?"

"I opened the sunroof." said Michael, as his nine inch wonder-wand vanished
into Lisa's tight guts.

That sent Lisa over the edge, and her cunt started to tense around Pat's
tongue.  The feeling fired Pat into orbit, and that was enough to start John
ejaculating into Jean.  Michelle felt her friend tensing beside her and groaned
into Bob's crotch, and then moaned in delight as his seed flowed freely down
her throat.

In fact, the ripples of orgasm spread through the car like wildfire, and in no
time the car was filled with screaming, screeching, shuddering, spurting,
groaning, moaning, panting, cumming humanity.

Once they had all come down, the people at the top of the pile started to roll
off and shamble shakily away from the car.  The people in the middle wondered
how they were going to get out.

The people at the bottom were dead, but hey, what a way to go.


***********

Remember, kids, don't try this at home!


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to keep a private copy of this story, and to make paper copies for your
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In other words, if you want to use this story for anything, you have to ask me
first. 

[ Note to Eli the Bearded: you still have my permission to archive this
story in your alt.sex.stories.moderated archive in perpetuity. ]



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