by Violet Blue
He doesn’t know what he’s doing, and it’s then I know. I have to help him.
“Move,” I tell him, as though he’s just a nuisance. He’s in the way and I’m going to show him how it’s done, even though I’ve got no idea.
Lucky, really, that it’s so easy. I just kneel behind him and stroke between the cheeks of his ass until he stops jerking or trying to jolt away from me, and then real sudden he spreads open beneath just ever so slight a pressure, and I’m sinking one finger all the way in.
Of course, it’s gentler than a real attacker would be. But he still begs and says “No no no,” and tightens around that intruding thing, to the point where I’m sure I should stop. He doesn’t like it. This isn’t what he wants. It’s hot and amazing and the weirdest thing I’ve ever done, but he doesn’t want it.
So I go to pull away. I think of some bullshit thing I can say that will keep us in the game but let him off the hook, like, Knew you couldn’t take it—but that’s the moment he chooses to push back against my hand. The way I do, when he’s got me on all fours and he’s just teasing me with his cock, just promising to thrust in hard and fast until I’m sobbing.
I think he sobs, too.
“You like that, huh? Look at you, taking it. Whore,” I say, because I’m bad but he’s worse. He tells me “Ohhhhh, yes I am, I am, I’m such a whore,” and pushes and pushes back against the finger I’m fucking him with as though he can hardly contain himself.
I can’t concentrate on how it feels—silky, I’ll probably think later, and vise tight—or whether it means he really does want a man to fuck him. Maybe, though I don’t think wanting to experience something in your ass is quite the same as wanting some hairy big-thighed fucker doing you—but I can concentrate on how it feels for me. I’m too hot inside my clothes and I’ve soaked through my panties, while the urge to rub myself against the curve of his ass grows immense, impossible.
I need to come. I think he needs to, too. He’s babbling things that are not words and every now and then I catch him trying to push his swollen cock against the silk of the couch. I tell him I’m going to fuck him, now, and he tries harder, moans louder, his eyes barely seeing me when I force him to turn over.
I slide my finger from his ass and he rocks back and forth as though feeling the absence too strongly, but when I push my little fake gun into the soft place just below his jaw, he goes still—the kind of still that suggests a trembling tension, just below the surface.
“Don’t you fucking move while I do this,” I say, but he’s too far gone to stop himself making noise. Or jerking upward as I wriggle out of my panties and get myself over him.
“Please,” he says, though I can’t tell if he means please do or please don’t. He just stares up at me with his dark, too intense eyes and waits for me to slide my embarrassingly slick pussy down over his tensely hard cock.
It feels like bursting. He feels much too big, and I’m much too worked up, and I can hardly do the thing I usually do—fuck him hard and fast and brutal, as though I’m sticking something in him rather than taking something in.
So to compensate, I get a fistful of his hair. I clench it tight between my fingers and call him a slut, a dirty slut who just loves getting fucked by anyone, anyhow. I think of lurid porn movies and a million men saying You want every hole filled, don’t you, whore? and it comes easier, then. I tell him he wants something in his ass and something in his mouth and something around his cock, and though I’m sure it should sound silly, it doesn’t, somehow.
It sounds dirty and hot and nasty as fuck, and even more so when he pants “Yeah, yeah, I want to be used, I want to be used up.”
I think it’s that word—used. I think about how many times I’ve felt that way in my life, just because someone did something he could never bear to. And then I come hard, in great breaking swells, with his cock still jerking inside me and my hand still in his hair and not a thing touching my clit.
He can do that. And it makes it better when he follows almost immediately after, hands suddenly on my thighs as his hips snap upward, uncontrollably. I can feel him coming thick and strong, and it’s good enough that he can’t seem to make any sound. His mouth just makes one big O and his eyes go back, and I know, I know, I understand.
What he needs—it’s not the same as what’s normal or good or right. It’s something different and strong, and it guides like a hand on the back. Like a gun at the nape of his neck. And that’s okay, because it guides me, too. I’m bleak and blank with it.
And even if they could see how normal we’re not, I’d do it anyway. I would, I swear I would. The gun is at the nape of my neck, and I can’t do anything but.
ROAD CREW COCK
Serafine Laveaux
Traffic is snarled up the entire way home, leaving me with nothing to do but stare at the highway department crew as they scurry about the new lane under construction. At a quarter of a mile per hour, I have plenty of time to study them.
Sweaty men, mostly in their twenties and thirties with a few that look fresh out of high school. They have on too much safety gear to see much but I imagine them shirtless anyway, sleek muscles rippling from collarbone to cock, dripping with sweat.
The image has my pussy dripping as well. It’s been nearly six months since I’ve gotten laid.
One of them catches me watching and favors me with a wave and a grin. I wave back, then lean my head back against the headrest and lower my hand to my lap, hiking my skirt up. Without taking my eyes off of him, I began to stroke my lips and clit through the thin fabric of my panties, imaging it’s his fingers doing the walking. I picture myself getting out of the truck and bending over the tailgate, ass bared and cunt flared, a wide-open invitation for him to come and get me. Imagine the faces of shocked commuters as they see my flushed pussy exposed for the highway crew; what a nasty, dirty slut they would think me, and I like it. I slip a finger under the elastic, dipping it between the satiny folds just beginning to lube up, then slide it up to my rising clit.
The worker I’m eyeballing keeps glancing over at me, finally stopping his work and nudging one of the others, pointing at me. Do you see that filthy bitch, I imagine one asking the other. I bet she’s got her fingers in her cunt right out here in public. Ha! The taller one is grinning like maybe he does know what my fingers are sliding into, the second guy smiling but confused. I pause my clit massage long enough to raise my fingers where they can see them. They’re slick with cunt juice, and the two men are close enough I know they can see that. Tall guy’s eyes widen as I pop my fingers in my mouth and suck them clean, just as the taillights in front go off and I let off the brake.
“Holy SHIT did she—” but his voice is lost as traffic briefly surges forward another twenty yards. And then stops.
“Fuck.” Not that I love being stuck in traffic, but I would have liked to have tortured them a little while longer. Returning my fingers to my eager cunt, I look for another worker but the rest of them are too busy working to notice me.
Two hours later, after the grocery store, the dry cleaners, the hardware store and the bank, I’m finally heading home. As I pass the spot where the crew had been earlier, my heart speeds up in anticipation, but for nothing. It’s past five, they’re already gone and traffic is moving too fast anyway.
My exit is about five miles out of town, leading to a far-to-market road that leads to my house another ten miles off the interstate. Going home to an empty house, my wet pussy frustrated at the prospect of another night of shower-spray love, I nearly miss seeing an older model Chevy truck pulled off to the side of the road and up on a jack stand. One tire is lying in the grass beside it, and two men are pulling a tire out of the bed. As I glance back in the rearview to see one standing in the road staring at me, I’m floored to see it’s the highway crewman I’d watched earlier. As I turn onto the road to home, I steal a glance to the right and see both men are now watching me drive away.
The voice inside my cunt speaks up.
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Bullshit, I can’t. That’s crazy.
Pussy. You know you want to, and what’s the harm? It’s not like they know you.
As logic and lust argue, my hands take over and swing the truck in a wide U-turn back toward the crewmen. Even as I draw up to the turn, I tell myself this is fucked up, I can’t do this.
My heart is racing and my cunt throbbing. Logic tries one last time to talk me into turning around, and then my fingers revist my cunt. God, it’s still flooded from earlier, and I know I’m going to go for it. A thousand no’s resound in my head but I ignore them, rolling through the four-way stop and heading for the unknown.
My truck roars up the wrong way on the exit, and as I pass the two guys the taller one drops the tire behind the pickup and leans against the truck, assessing my arrival. I U-turn again and pull over into the grass behind them. For a moment I sit frozen. The blood rings in my ears; nothing has ever turned me on like this. Is this what drugs feel like? If so, how does anyone ever stop?
My mind shuts down, pissed that I’m completely ignoring it. Vaguely I realize I’ve turned the ignition off and gotten out. The two are motionless, silent, as I approach, but their eyes give away their shock. They say nothing, and that’s good because if they do I will likely race back to my truck and haul ass away. In the wake of their silence, I walk between them to the back of their truck. Lowering the tailgate with shaking hands, I step up onto the tire left on the ground, one foot on either side, and then bend over.
Looking over my shoulder at them, I put on what hopefully looks like a seductive smile, then reach back with one hand to pull the hem of my skirt up a notch. They look at each other, and for a moment I’m afraid they’ll try to be gentlemen, think maybe I’ve been in the sun too much. Shit shit shit.
The taller one is the first to shake off the shock and step up to the plate of ass being presented to him. Lifting my skirt to my hips, he strokes, then squeezes my ass with both hands. His hands are rough and strong, and I picture his thick, calloused fingers pushing into my cunt. I hear a gasp; maybe it is me.
“Unreal,” someone says in a shaking, barely audible voice. A hand slides underneath me to grasp first one tit, then the other, fingers lightly pulling on hard nipples as they go. Another group of fingers trail their way down the crack of my ass until they reach my cunt, where they begin to explore every millimeter with excruciating slowness. Sliding between my lips, his finger and thumb grasp my clit and begin to rub the tip in a circular motion. I’m starting to writhe with pleasure, the joy of having hands not my own finally on me, and as his finger begins to flick my clit I feel like my cunt is expanding, opening up wide, inviting him to slip something more than a puny finger inside.
God, it feels like I could fuck a cannon right now. A car honks overhead, and I realize people passing by on the overpass can see us and I’m glad. I want them to see me, hope they see these strange guys with their fingers and cocks all over and in me, imagine them pulling over to jack off while watching me, thinking what a fucking beautiful nasty slut I am and oh, god, wishing they could fuck me too. Fuck, I need more.
Another hand squeezes my left asscheek. The second guy has decided to join in.
“Goddamn look how wet she is!” and he’s not kidding. I feel my slick juices running down the inside of my thigh, and there’s a cock grinding against my thigh, marinating itself in them.
“Put that fucking thing in me,” I beg, then I feel tall guy’s cock pushing through my swollen lips and plunging deep into my aching cunt.
“Oh, fuck, yeah!” I cry out, back arched, head thrown back. “Fuck that pussy,” I order him, and he complies with enthusiasm, his hands grasping my hips, keeping me supported as he hammers into me.
Second guy has his cock out, stroking it roughly. He reaches out to grab my hair and tugs my head toward him. I haven’t given head in a long time, never really enjoyed it, but suddenly I want nothing more than a dick in my mouth. I turn my face toward his thick, brown cock and open my mouth willingly. He takes my head in both hands and pushes his cock deep into my mouth. My eyes close, the smell of cock and balls filling my head. I’m stuffed on both ends, people passing by see me taking it from two men and I see myself from the passing cars: thin brunette with her skirt thrown over her back, bent over, one man face-fucking her and another fucking her from behind. I want them to see me now, and tonight when they go to bed, and think, Why couldn’t I fuck that bitch too? Right now I could fuck them all.
“Take it all, bitch,” second guy orders and I do fuck, I gobble his fat cock to the root and even try to suck his balls in with it. Bitch, dirty little bitch, yeah, I am, I think, or did I say that out loud? How can I when I have at least eight inches of thrusting cock in my frantic mouth?
Tall guy’s hands pump me on his cock, balls slapping at my clit with every stroke. Slap. Slap. Slap, and with each slap I feel a small ripple run through my belly in response. Second guy’s hands in my hair as he pumps my head as well, and I release all control as two men I’ve never seen fuck me like a rag doll, thrusting and pumping and yanking and shoving me. My mouth is connected to my pussy with cock, full of heat and wet and even pain but oh, fuck, I want more and those ripples are rising faster. Through my stuffed mouth I’m moaning and begging, Fuck harder you fuckers, fuck harder, and they do.
Fat cock thrusts into my face, balls slapping my chin, and I feel him begin to shudder, and he’s coming. He starts to pull back, but I grab his shaft with one hand and won’t let him. Sucking and licking, swallowing his cock as I shove it in this time, and then a hot salty load shoots down my throat and second guy calls out something in Spanish. Instinctively I suck greedily, suck every last drop from his softening cock, come dripping from the corners of my mouth. He finally pulls away, but I’m not ready to let go just yet. “No,” I beg. “I want you.”
“Jesus Christ” he rasps, hanging on to the side of the truck.
“Fucking god, I’m so goddamned horny!”
Suddenly I feel tall guy’s cock pull out. “NO!” I cry, but he’s not leaving me just yet.
“Easy honey, I’m just changin’ gears. Givin’ that pussy a rest.”
He moves to my front and presents his cunt-slicked cock to me. The damn thing is a beast, rising nearly to his belly button. It’s nowhere near as thick as second guy’s, but it’s considerably longer. I lick my lips and he grins. “That’s right girl, you’re gonna suck that cock clean now.” He grasps my head and begins to face-fuck me, his fucking yardstick of a dick choking me with every thrust. I start to panic, it’s so fucking long there’s no way.
“Relax, don’t fight it,” he orders, and I try to follow the advice, relaxing my head into his hands and letting my throat go slack. “Good girl,” he says, as the massive shaft keeps coming in, until I’m about to gag again. “Now swallow,” he says, and I do, and his cock slides into my throat. I swallow again, and it must feel good because he gasps. Relaxing is the key, fuck, it’s the key to it all. I’m free from expectation, released from performing. All I need to do is relax and get fucked and fucked and fucked. Relax and let the cocks and fingers and honking cars fill my mind and body and as they do the ripples start up again and I follow them.
Without warning, my pussy is stretched wide as second guy, apparently having recovered his hard-on, slams inside me. He’s not polite about it, and his engorged cock feels twice as large in my cunt as it did in my mouth. My body is rocking back and forth with the combined pumping of the two men. I envision myself hanging in space, suspended on two cocks that meet in my core, as the ripples become waves that surge through me. My eyes are closed but the black somehow spins behind my lids.
Oh, god, oh, goddamn fuck goddamn, I scream soundlessly and the two cocks keep pumping in and out, forcing me to the top of the waves as my cunt begins to convulse in ecstasy. Heart explodes, lungs heave, my arms collapse beneath me only to be yanked up by someone. My eyes blind, a roaring in my ears, excited grunts behind me, clit promising a fuc
king tsunami on the horizon with every gentle slap of second guy’s balls and suddenly my cunt clamps down on his cock like a pit bull as I come harder than I’ve ever come before. Screams erupt—I’ve never screamed during sex but I am now, screaming through ten inches of dick that does little to muffle me.
For a moment I’m spent, satiated, and my body sags against the tailgate. Tall guy’s cock pulls away, but this time I’m too blissed to beg it to come back. Dimly I hear second guy coming, and I feel it shooting over my pussy, heat on top of heat.
“Dammit, Angel, whyja do that, I wasn’t finished back there.”
Angel, second guy’s name is Angel, he of the husky cock.
“I always wanted to do this. You’re gonna like this girl.”
I’m too limp to look around, but the answer comes soon as tall guy begins to rub Angel’s cum and mine on my asshole. Oh, fuck, I’ve never, and then as his cock enters my poor abused cunt his fingers work their way into my virgin asshole and suddenly I get the attraction. A million nerve endings, all connected to my spine it feels, wake up and begin to sing. As he works to get my tight hole lubed up, I try to relax the muscles and open up for him.
And then his cock replaces his fingers and oh, my god, it’s dirty and kinky and primal and hot. No wonder, no fucking wonder, and there’s pain but somehow that makes it better and suddenly tall guy is more than just tall guy, he’s my newfound Good-Time Johnny and I begin to howl like a fucking animal, and the orgasm I just rode in on comes back for another trip. Angel has to grab me around the waist, holding me down to the tailgate, to keep me from bucking myself completely off of tall guy’s cock. My asshole clamps down with the full force of my orgasm, and now it’s tall guy who is howling like a wild animal and suddenly, finally he comes as well and I feel it pouring into my ass as the final spasms wrack through my body.
