Honda Qa50 Stories

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The Honda Odyssey

by brain_damage on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

My name is Tom and my wife is Lisa. We're both 45 years old and have been married 26 years. We live in Houston and have two kids, Jim and Susan. Jim graduated from college last year and lives in Austin. Susan just graduated and accepted a job in Little Rock. It's very early Friday morning and I'm sitting in the back of Lisa's Honda Odyssey reading the owne...

Marla's Old Honda

by calis7 on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It was a late Sunday night, that warm July sort of Sunday. There was a light mist spraying from the neighbors sprinklers – made the air a little more humid, a little more comfortable. A beautiful night. I remember it all to well, for that was the night I meet Marla. I was sitting on my porch, watching the deserted street, listening to the sounds of the neig...

I'd Make You My Wings In Montana

by cowboy109 on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Couplings

The Honda bounced in the way that breeds car nausea. The windows were rolled down to let in the fresh country air and a sampling of dust that already gently coated the flanks of the Honda. Jack diligently steadied his hands to draw line by line pausing in between the big rocks on the grooved dirt road. The blue fifty-cent-7-11-pen draw deep lines into the ba...

Gas, Grass or Ass

by Steve Orshon on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Couplings

My old Honda 1100 was really getting long in the tooth. After twenty years and 37,000 miles reliability was becoming a question. So I took the plunge and splurged on a new 600 sportbike. Hearing that my old bike would soon be sold, my wife's sister Fran surprised me by inquiring through my wife if I would take her for a ride on it. Now I've known Fran for...

Caitlyn's Auto Service Experience

by Undecided2Bsure on Nov 25, 2017
Loving Wives

Caitlyn's Honda had maxed out of its extended warranty and according to the Honda website it needed to have some major servicing done around 105k miles. This included replacing the timing belt, belt tensioner and water pump. Pat, Caste's husband, had suggested some other services to be performed while it was in the shop. Caitlyn "Honey, would you come with...

Sawtooth Mountain

by countrycal on Oct 22, 2019
Mature

Cal Benton turned his Honda CL350 off Interstate 70 at the exit that said "Sawtooth Mountain, 10 miles," and stopped the bike on the overpass looking back toward Denver. Only 50 miles to the west, he was already well into the front range of the majestic Rocky Mountains. He sat silently staring back toward the plains, reveling in the snow-capped peaks and vas...

Dry Humped To Death In My 2016 Honda Fit

by ferretslut69 on Jan 29, 2017
Fetish

Hoda drove off the lot of the Honda of Downtown Los Angeles in her brand new 2016 Honda Fit. She was leasing the car for $169 / month for 36 months. A pretty good deal she had gotten on account of it being a 2016 model in early January of 2017 and because she is very good at negotiating. She knows that it's a car salesman's job to steal from you and she did...

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Dry Humped To In My 2016 Honda Fit

by ferretslut69 on Apr 29, 2025

Hoda drove off the lot of the Honda of Downtown Los Angeles in her brand new 2016 Honda Fit. She was leasing the car for $169 / month for 36 months. A pretty good deal she had gotten on account of it being a 2016 model in early January of 2017 and because she is very good at negotiating. She knows that it's a car salesman's job to steal from you and she did...

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First Meeting: Reno Bound Ch. 1

by notoriousnymph on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

Sitting behind the wheel of her Honda Accord as she maneuvered the car into a small space in the hotel parking lot a small smile crossed her lips. Thinking to herself as she turned the engine off, "finally here .. after all these months of chatting online and submitting myself in virtual time to this Master that takes my breath away… time for real life now."...

Guest House Ch. 01

by TheRaz0r on Sep 18, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Dylan Raport drove his beat up Honda up the sprawling driveway. Parking out front of the affluent house, he got out and knocked on the door. A well-dressed middle aged man with salt and peppered hair answered the door. "Come in. You must be Dylan," the man said, stepping aside to let him in. "Thank you," Dylan replied, stepping into the spacious estate. "...