Novel & Cerita Sex In Car Stories

“Have you really never had sex in your parents’ car?” “What?” Her question immediately made me smile as it was a familiar one. The smile on my face grew wider as I immediately realized I wasn’t the only one on the edge the moment Jason asked it. “No, Brit. I’m not close enough with my dad to have sex in his car.” “How about your car then?” She asked. “Not your dad’s this time. Have you ever had sex with anyone in your car?” “No,” I didn’t think to think twice to reply honesty. “Don’t you know? I don’t even allow girls get into my car.”

Car sex is good, how much I missed. "Damn your pussy is so tight... I'm gonna cum" he groaned as he thrusted deeper into me. One of breast spurted out of my dress as it bounced to his thrust. I moaned loudly as I reached orgasm. He grabbed hold of my ass as he pounded into me and soon came in the condom. We both collapsed on the car seat breathing heavily. "Damn that was great" he said as I arranged my dress. "Thanks" I faked a smile. He reached for his trouser and brought out some cash. He made to give me the money but I stopped him.

Whatever comeback he was hoping to shoot would be nothing compared to that. “Never had any complaints. They are not paying attention to much else by the time we get to the condoms” Fine, that was a nice comeback. And she could definitely imagine that. The SUV was huge, and she could bet the seat reclined all the way to the back. She pressed her tights together, recalling the last time she had sex in a car. It was a Toyota Yaris and it was hot, steamy, and cramped. She could only imagine the mess she could make in a less compact vehicle.

he raised his tone and glared at us. "How many time have we had sex in the car?" I asked him which made him frown. "More than three times." he answered. "And you Xavier how many times have we had sex in the car?" I asked as I turned towards him. "Not even one time." he answered and shook his head with a fake hurt look on his face.

We both put our clothes back on, grinning at each other before slipping into the car. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and my legs tingled. I leaned back on the headrest, peeking over at Cyril in the driver’s seat. He looked so damn smug, with one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on my thigh. “Okay, to be honest,” I said, trying not to laugh. “That was totally crazy, right?” Cyril glanced at me, lips twitching into a grin. “We’ve done worse.” “I don’t know. Sex in and outside the car when we both know that we might be followed by reporters feels like a different level of insanity.”

At their climax, they jerked and could see nothing but stars for the next few seconds, hearing each other’s ragged breaths, euphoria washing over them like a city-clearing tsunami. Concerned that they wouldn’t be satiated? What was he thinking, Greg thought. That was fucking perfect. He used to think car sex was not what it was made out to be, having tried it twice in his much younger days and called it quits when both ended up unsatisfying. It was never the issue with the setting, it was always the creature he did it with. How could he have not known?

As soon as I heard his zipper pulled down, I placed my hand on his leg, brushing my fingers along his thigh until he exposed his c*ck for me. I wasted no time, immediately wrapping my fingers against his hardened shaft. I started with slow, loose strokes. I loved the way he felt in my hand as I took notice of every vein and how warm he is. With heavy effort required, I focus straight ahead. More than ever, I need to keep my eyes on the road to make sure we had no onlookers. I wish I could just give him my full attention but if we were to become a respectable couple in the community, I did not want to get caught having sex in a car. Especially since we are about to have a baby. I would hate f

Then I watch as he loosens his tie and starts unbuttoning his shirt. "What are you doing?" I protest, grabbing his hands before they can reach his pants—probably to unbuckle his belt. "Sweetheart, we need to sell the lie. If someone sees us now, they’ll never believe we just had a very pleasant reconciliation. Have you seriously never had car sex? You don’t exactly come out of it looking spotless." "I’m not answering that," I mutter, blushing furiously. "I’m telling you, doing it in a car has its perks. The thrill of not getting caught is—"

"Ezra, listen to me. I get it—the guilt, everything you can think of. But I've tried ignoring it. Every day in that garage, seeing you, it builds. And my fantasies... they're not just dreams. I imagine us here, in this car. You pulling over like this, but instead of stopping, you grab me, shove my face against the window, yank my jeans down, and fuck me from behind. Hard. The glass fogging with my breath, your hand over my mouth so no one hears. Or me straddling you, riding your cock while you drive, the risk making it intense. Snow falling outside, but inside, sweat and cum and moans. I've come so many times thinking about it, fingers deep in my pussy, whispering your name." Her words wove

"You're so tight, and I love it... Your p*ssy's making me feel so good and I know my d*ck's also making you feel awesome too. You must be dying to scream out of fear and pleasure, no?... But the ride is still long, we can't let the taxi driver ruin our happy sex, so stay quiet okay? I am here to give you the greatest car experience you would ever have..." "Hhmmm... mmm." "More, faster, you say?" At the backseat, the scene turned crazy as the lady peaked a couple of times because of somebody she assumed to be a ghost, a very horny sex god of a ghost. Meanwhile, inside the hideout of the storage house.