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By Kathy (kathy80@aol.com)

I went out with a guy named Andy, one time, about 6 months ago, he had taken me out to a party and I was flying pretty high by the time we came out to his car, in fact, I think we both were. He drove an E type Jaguar, tiny but so fast. After the party he was driving me home, and you have to realize that up until then, we had never done anything intimate, no sex.
He asked me if I liked to drive fast, and I said sure. And boy, did be drive fast. We went down the highway like there were all the demons out of hell on our tail. I sat there kind of exhilarated and terrified at the same time. It actually made me feel sexually excited. Can you imagine that? I was so afraid of dieing that I was turned on. I clung on to Andy's arm, and dug my nails in, and I looked at the speedometer and we were doing about a hundred and ten. It was night, and there was thick traffic, and he was... well he was crazy.
I reached over while he was driving and I put my hand right on the front of his pants. I gripped his cock through the fabric, and I rubbed it around and around, and I felt it grow hard and big in my hand. If there was any way, I would have made love to him then and there. He just gave this big sigh of satisfaction when I held him there, and he practically burst out of his pants.
We were still doing more than a hundred when I managed to struggle his zipper open and take out his bare cock. The tires were screaming on every curve, and the engine was roaring like a beast. There was a beautiful smell of cock when I took him out, and there was that fantastic fat purple head, and it was already all juicy and slick. I lifted my skirt and tugged down my panties, just to show him how much I wanted him, and then I bent forward into his lap and I started to give him head, and I masterbated myself at the same time.
Down there, with his gorgeous thick cock filling my mouth up, I couldn't even see what was happening on the road. I could feel the car bouncing and I could hear the engine and the wind, but it was weird and frightening, and I wondered if we'd crash and die at the same time as having an orgasm. I sucked at him and felt scared to death, and just when I felt I had to look, his come just jumped up into my mouth. He seemed to be filling me up, I don't think I've ever had that much quantity before or since. Could it have been the fear? As he was coming, my orgasm happened at just about the same time, and I almost bit him in my excitment.
We did get home in one piece that night, and Andy has phoned me many times since then wanting a date, but I haven't returned his calls, because no matter what we did or where we did it, sex would never be that good again, and I want to remember him as he was that night.