Mustang Stories

I lay down between her spread thighs and just looked at the banquet laid out before me for a few moments. Sally had the prettiest pussy I'd ever seen–the lips were tucked in nice and tight and there was no droop or hanging down in them. I've known some women whose pussy reminded me of a Basset hound, but such was not the case with Sally. Her small "man in the boat" was peeking out from under his hood wanting to know what...

I learned quite a lot about my new roomie while walking on the beach that day. I learned that her father was in the military and they moved around a lot when she was younger. Then one day they got word that he had been killed in an accident overseas. Sally was just getting ready to start high school at the time.  I learned that despite a lot of hardships on both her and her mother, Sally managed to finish high school. But...

I came home from work one Friday for lunch–my office isn't that far from home and occasionally I do come home just to get away from work for a bit and regroup. When I got there, I noticed a flat-bed tow truck loading up my neighbor's prize 1965 Mustang convertible. Curious, I went over to see her. "Hi Sally, I saw the tow truck outside. Are you having car troubles?" She looked down sadly. "No, it's being repossessed."  "R...

The rumble of the engine sent its vibrations roaring through the interior of the car, all the way through the gear shift and up my arm, as I carefully navigated the winding switchbacks in my ‘68 Mustang. The gears shifted effortlessly, the clutch engaging flawlessly, as turn after turn was continuously consumed by the power and ease of the red beauty. I buried the accelerator in the straightaways, while braking with the c...