Debra Fucks My Car

     I was living in northern California and attending college when I
met Debra.  I was thirty-five, having gotten a late start on academic
life, and she was ten years younger.  She was tall, athletic, and
adventurous;  she also had a curvaceous body, slim-waisted with
proudly jutting, firm tits, and a truly delightful pussy with the
fleshiest lips I had ever seen.
     We were in a couple of classes together when we discovered that
we lived near each other.  She asked me if she could catch rides with
me when it was convenient for both of us, and I agreed.  It wasn't
long before our mutual interests led us to share an occasional glass
of wine or a joint, and we finally hustled each other into my bed one
rainy night when my girlfriend was away in San Francisco.
     Debra loved to fuck and to suck cock, considering it a worthy
challenge to take my big dick all the way into her mouth;  she was
extremely enthusiastic about sex and sometimes begged me to come on
her face or to do her in the ass.  Although she lived with her
parents, and I with my girlfriend, we found plenty of opportunities to
get it on under the pretense of spending time together studying.  We
sometimes found ourselves interrupting sessions in the college library
to sneak off to an empty classroom for a quick fuck or into the stacks
for a blowjob.  On the way home from school we would occasionally
smoke a joint and stop at the beach or in a farmer's field for a
moonlight bout of stoned sex.  And once in a while she would call me
up and we would share our fantasies over the phone while we both
jerked off.  It was a great affair with a lot of memorable moments,
but one truly amazing event occurred on a Saturday morning when we had
a study date.
     We drove to the school parking lot in my car, which had bucket
seats in front.  It was a rainy, foggy day.  On the way to school I
had busied myself reaching under her blouse and playing with her
nipples while she undid my pants and sucked lightly on my rising dick.
By the time we got to school we were pretty horny, and we thought that
under cover of the thick fog we might be able to help ourselves to a
piece of tail right there in the parking lot in broad daylight.
     I drove to a deserted corner of the lot and we started going at
it, kissing open-mouthed and fondling each other's genitals.  After a
few minutes the car windows became steamed up, increasing our
camouflage.  Before long, Debra had her jeans off --she hated wearing
underpants-- and was straddling my lap and facing me with her feet on
ether side of my legs on my seat.  My full cock slid into her tight,
wet cunt.  I grabbed her broad ass, and together we moved her slowly
up and down on my stiff pole.
     We fucked for a few minutes, reveling in the glorious sensations.
My balls were drawn up tight, and the rising and falling off her ass
massaged them.  I was happy, but Debra, being of an inventive and
curious turn of mind, was restless.  She started mumbling something
about "putting things in there" while carefully assaying the front
seat area of the car.  She had an obsession with putting things in her
twat that sometimes caused her to behave strangely.  Once she had
interrupted a bout of fucking on the floor of a classroom to
masturbate herself with the end of a chair leg.
     She lifted herself off the tip of my cock and moved off of me
sideways so that she wound up facing the back of the car with one of
her feet on each of the front seats.  She was squatting down over the
center hump of the car, and what she did next amazed me.  She
positioned her pussy over the knob of the stick shift of my car and
started to rub herself back and forth on it.  Then she gave me a
soulful, little-girl pout and asked me if I thought she could get it
inside her.
     I was astounded!  I didn't know what to say.  I was thinking that
she was crazy, but I found that the prospect of seeing her fuck my car
was incredibly exciting.  I was concerned that she might hurt herself,
but she didn't seem worried about that at all.  I stuttered something
that must have been encouraging and watched as she tried to force the
hard, black head of the shift knob between those gorgeous pussy lips.
     It didn't want to go in, and her face contorted with the effort
and with her excitement.  She was really working at it!  Her juices
were running out onto the knob; the sight of her squirming down on it
seemed to fill my field of vision completely, so intently was I
concentrating on watching her.  She pushed down and twisted, and
suddenly the knob disappeared inside her.  As it went in, she relaxed
and sighed.
     "Is it in?"  she asked in a quiet voice, breathing heavily.  I
nodded my head yes, staring.  Her eyes were closed, and by this time
she was settling into an up-and-down rhythm.  The knob was completely
inside her, and only the bright chrome shaft protruded from her pussy.
She was fucking my car, and I was fascinated.
     She continued for only a couple of minutes, but that was enough.
Getting off the shifter, she wore a very self-satisfied smile of true
accomplishment.  She then got down on the floor, and after asking me
politely for permission, proceeded to suck my cock.  After she got me
off, we got dressed and went into the library to study.
     I kept that car for another three years, but I was careful never
to wash the knob of my stick shift.  From time to time as I drove
along, I would find myself fondling it and remembering the beautiful
sight of Debra's lovely wet pussy sliding up and down the shiny steel
shaft.