Chucks cock swelled.
My pussy contracted.
Fuck yes, baby….oh God yes…two more strokes…here we go.
Heather moaned.
Standing there barefoot, I looked between my legs as Chuck started to groan.
Oh hell yes, fucking hell yes, fuck me….Oh God.
Initially, I didn’t know for sure what happened. The car lurched backward in slow motion and then everything happened so fast. The car tire hit the skateboard, shooting it rearward and Chuck’s foot went with it. Both legs immediately shot backward. Assisted by gravity, his upper body fell forward.
He did a complete unassisted face plant into the top of the car, bounced, and landed unconscious - cock up - on the concrete. I regained my footing and looked at Chuck. His pants were covered in cum.
“Holy fucking shit, Heather, what happened?” I said, leaning into the car.
“Foot slipped of the clutch?” she said in a half question half answer, giggling.
“I was on the verge of a leg shaker deluxe. Sonofafuckinbitch. He’s lying here covered in cum, unconscious. You must’ve knocked him off of me as he was blowing his load,” I said, pointing at Chuck.
“Get in let’s get the fuck out of here,” Heather said as she stuffed her boobs back into her bra.
“Leave him here?” I asked as I slid into the seat.
“What else? He’s wacked out on Exstacy. Someone will see him and at least he’s right here where they can look after him,” she responded, laughing.
I peered out the window at Chuck as Heather backed up the car. He continued to lie there motionless; his now limp cock flopped to the side. His flip-flops were about six feet from where he was laying, and his skateboard was rolling downhill with the pitch of the floor in the garage.
“Stop the car,” I said as she was backing up.
“What?” Heather asked.
“Stop!” I screamed.
She stopped the car. I got out, ran to Chuck’s flip-flops, picked them up, and put them on my feet. I felt like a duck walking back to the car. I got in, my new oversized flip-flops flopping on my feet. I nestled myself into the seat, and relaxed - exhausted from the events of the day. Holy shit, what a day - I got drunk, barfed, busted my head, ended up in the hospital, snuck out, ran into the Butt Pirate, fucked a stoned hippie in the garage, and now I’m…. Fuck, I have to get to work!
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Four twenty,” Heather responded.
“Shit, take me to work,” I said as I retrieved my purse from the back seat..
“I’m going to call Beth and see if she’s working, I need some clothes,” I said as I grabbed my phone.
Some clothes and a letter “D”.
CHRISTY
I was rarely sober, but when I was, I felt like an absolute dim wit. Add a little alcohol, and my sense of everything sharpened. I became in tune with both my inner and outer self, and aware of all things around me. The more I drank, the more intelligent I became - up to a point. There was always a time where I needed to stop drinking, and generally I knew where that point was.
Generally.
“Shit, Beth, I feel great. I’m sorry if I was hard to work with, I felt awful. This headache I have had me feeling terrible. I just needed a few drinks to unwind. I’m good to go now,” I explained, sitting on the trunk of Beth’s car.
Standing beside her car, Beth smiled.
“You sure you don’t want a ride to your car?” she asked.
I wanna ride your mouth, you little pussy gobbler.
“No, I told him eleven. It’s ten fifty now. We got out early, so I want to just wait, maybe till eleven fifteen,” I explained, as I looked at my phone.
“Okay,” she responded sheepishly.
“So, what happened today with you at the bar?” she asked as she ran her hands through her red hair.
“Well, I ate some bad seafood, and puked. I got food poisoning or something….ended up in the hospital,” I answered, recalling the events of the day.
“That’s crazy,” she said as she threw her purse in through the car window.
“I know, right?” I took another drink from the bottle of vodka, and looked at Beth’s little round butt.
I handed Beth the bottle. She took a hamster sip, and handed it back to me. Using one of her tongues, she began to lick her lips. I couldn’t take it any longer. I had to make a move and make it in the next few minutes before my Vietnamese letter “D” arrived.
I watched whichever of Beth’s tongues she was using slurp the droplet of vodka from her upper lip, and I gave my command.
“Beth, you’re going to lick my pussy until Dough gets here. Get in your car, lay the front seat back and get those tongues of yours ready,” I jumped off the trunk onto the parking lot and unbuttoned my pants.
Telling works so much better than asking.
“Do you want to disappoint me, Beth?” I barked. I read that in a book somewhere about submissive types, and it sounded like a good thing to say.
Are you going to disappoint me?
She shook her head, walked to the car, got in and laid the seat back.
I’ll need to thank that author as soon as I remember who he was. Fuck yes, a good tongue fucking and then my “D”. I’m on a roll.
I stuck my right hand into my pants and stuck my index finger into my already wet pussy. Telling Beth what to do made me so wet. Telling anyone what to do made me wet. With my left hand, I struggled to get Heather’s jeans down, and with my right index finger, I…
One.
I pulled my finger from my pants and stared at it. I rubbed it with my thumb, moistening my thumb. As I walked to the passenger seat, I reached back into my pants and pinched my clit between my finger and thumb. I leaned against the passenger door with my hand in my pants and rolled my clit between my finger and my…
Two.
Jesus, my pussy is so sensitive now.
I slid my index and middle finger inside my pussy and pushed them in as deep as I could. Jesus fucking Christmas, that feels soooooo good. I quickly and forcefully slid my fingers in and out twice, and pressed the tip of my thumb against my clit.
Three, Four, and a motherfucking leg-shaking Five…allatonce.
My knees buckled and I almost fell. I pulled my hand from my pants and held it in front of my face. Covered in cum, it glistened in the glow from the street lights. I suppose, ultimately, God put me in the position to make this bet, and get over my fears. God made me act dominant over these people. God makes them agree to these things. God gave me my pussy, and God gave me this hand. This magic hand.
God loves it when I have a leg shaker. He must.
There’s a time and a place to go solo in life, and digest all of life’s offerings. I read that somewhere as well. There’s also a time and a place to stop whatever you’re doing and thank God. This was that time.
God, I know you want me to cum, and I know you want me to cum hard. I will not let you down. Just send ‘em to me in alphabetical order, God.
Oh, and make this five tongued little red-headed pussy licker suck my pussy like it’s the last pussy that you’re going to let her suck.
Oh, yeah, one more thing with Dough tonight, can you make it something memorable? No boredom? That’s all. Christy over and out.
My God has a sense of humor.
I opened the passenger door, set the bottle of vodka on the roof, and got inside. Beth was flat on her back in the seat, which was reclined to an almost flat position. The back of the seat was tilted up just a little bit, and her red hair was draped on each side of the seat. She turned and smiled as soon as I shut the door behind me.
“Take off your shirt and bra, so I can play with your titties while I bone your mouth,” I whispered as I started taking my pants off. I kicked Heather’s flats into the floorboard of the car.
She immediately started pulling her shirt over her head. As soon as she removed it, she reached back and unbuckled her bra and tossed it into t
he back seat.
“Want my jeans off?” Beth asked, sitting up in the reclined seat – her perfect boobs suspended in air.
“Did I say anything about your fucking jeans?” I growled back as I tossed my jeans on the passenger floor board beside the shoes.
Where does this shit come from? Hahaha. Holy fuck, I like it.
I looked up and closed my eyes as slid my index and middle fingers into my pussy.
Thank you God for the wisdom, strength, and desire to order this red-headed bitch into submission.
That is all.
Christy over and out.
Frantically, I forced my two fingers in and out of my pussy and crawled toward Beth. She smiled as I tossed my right leg over her chest. One leg over the center console, and one over the side of the seat, I squatted on her chest, sitting on her perfect boobs. She tilted her head forward and watched as I fingered my pussy.
“You like watching me finger myself?” I asked as I slid my fingers in and out slowly.
She nodded eagerly. Her mouth opened, but no words came out.
“Lay down flat. I’m going to fuck your mouth. Do it just like the other day, okay?” I said as I raised up off of her boobs.
She nodded and relaxed flat into the seat.
I crawled up her torso to her face and raised up, using my arms to raise the weight of body off of her and the seat. I scooted my legs into the back seat, and rested my feet on the rear seat. Releasing my arm tension slowly, I lowered myself onto Beth’s mouth. Immediately, her tongue pierced my pussy lips. Here we go…
One.
Two.
She pressed my clit between her top lip and tongue, and began to move her tongue in a circular motion. I began to buck my hips, pressing my pussy on her mouth in a rhythm.
Three.
I reached into Heather’s push-up bra and started pinching my nipples. I closed my eyes and thought of Adam, Beth, and I in the apartment. Her tongue darted deep into my pussy and back out to my clit. As it started to rotate around my clit I began to shake. She moved it from my clit to inside my pussy again, and then back. Circling my clit again, I started to…
Mother of all eye rolls. FOUR.
Beth’s right hand touched my ass, and I felt her force it between my thighs. I felt her thumb slide into my pussy. Whatever angle we were at was the perfect angle. Holy thumb-fuck. Go Beth. Go. Do what you do.
Her index finger mover around my lips and became wet from my cum. As she slid it slowly into my ass, her thumb went deeper into my pussy. Holy. God. Jesus Christmas.
As if thumb fucking my pussy and finger fucking my ass wasn’t enough, she started tongue fucking my clit. I pinched my nipples and… holy fuck, holy fuck, oh my fucking, fucking, holy fucking…
Eye roll.
What the fuck is happening. What the fuck is happening.
Things happen in our lives and our brain sometimes separates them immediately and identifies them as being the onset of an exceptional event. The same thing happens for some things that are drastically awful. Like the second that the mother of all roller coasters begins the plummet into a fall that takes your breath and heartbeat away - GOOD. Or the instant a car runs a red light as you go through the green; that instant before impact - BAD. Your brain makes that identification of an exceptional event and slides it into place. The great and the awful – the good and the bad. This was the former, followed immediately by the latter.
The good…
My head went hazy and I got light headed, as Beth’s tongue fucked my clit into some form of orgasmic retardation, her finger found a sweet spot in my ass. Her thumb was massaging my g-spot, and I was pinching my nipples. Sensory overload.
It was then that I learned to squirt. And I did.
Into Beth’s mouth.
“Holy fucking shit Beth!....Beth!...Oh, my FUCKKKK….God damn….I’m CUMMINGGGGGGGG!!!!!” I screamed.
For me, it’s similar to peeing. Once you start, there’s no stopping it. My entire body relaxed. The more I squirted, the louder I screamed. The louder I screamed, the more I came. My leg muscles tensed, and I raised off of Beth’s mouth enough that she could try to catch her breath.
The mouthful of cum she acquired made a gurgling sound as she did.
As I raised myself up and she tried to breathe, her finger slipped out of my ass. It felt sensual. I squirted again, this time all over her face.
Followed by the bad…
The sound of Beth’s gurgles and my screaming were drowned out by the sound of a whirlwind of shit that happened within a split-second. The sound of tires screeching caught my attention. I turned to the right to see what was happening. Through the driver’s side car window that was rolled down, I witnessed a slow motion sequence of events.
A red Honda Accord with a yellow hood, white front fenders, and a blue bumper screeched its brakes, slid sideways, hurdled over the curb and drove through the landscaped area of the parking lot. It came to a sudden stop about twenty feet from the window, on our side of the car. A trail of grass, dirt, and shrubbery marked the entry path. The tinted windows prevented me from seeing any occupants.
Immediately behind the car, a dozen crotch-rocket type motorcycles followed, but through the entrance ramp, not over the curb. They surrounded the Honda. All of the riders of the motorcycles remained seated and placed their kickstands down. As if they were synchronized swimmers, as one of the riders began to get off, all of the other riders got off at the exact same time.
Holy shit, a motorcycle club of fucking midgets. I hate Midgets. I fucking hate ‘em. They freak me the fuck out. Midgets and clowns.
Beth swallowed a few times and spoke as she wiped her face on her forearm.
“Holy mackerel. You came a lot. What’s going on?” she asked, still on her back.
Sitting on her chest, my thighs covered in cum, I answered.
“I don’t know. So far, a multi-colored Accord and a dozen motorcycles just landed in the lot beside us. Looks like a bunch of fucking midgets, I can’t tell,” I responded as I watched out the window.
“Midgets? Did you say midgets?” Beth asked as she attempted to sit up enough to see.
“Yup, midgets. Look at ‘em,” I responded, pointing my finger from inside the car toward the gathering.
“I hate midgets,” she said.
“Ditto,” I responded.
We high-fived each other as she sat her seat up into a semi-erect seating position.
Midget number one removed his helmet. His jet black string-straight hair fell into his face.
“Motha-fucka get out cahh. Get out and die rike a man,” he screamed as he reached into the rear of his pants and pulled out a pistol.
Asians. Jesus Christmas. Fucking Asians.
The remaining eleven Asian midgets removed their helmets and circled the car. The driver’s door opened and an Asian man got out, holding his hands above his head.
Dough!
“Fuck, Beth, it’s Dough!” I whispered excitedly.
I rotated in the driver’s seat as Beth sat up straight. We both peered out the window as Asian midget number one directed Dough at gunpoint.
“Motha-fucka. You no riss-uhn. You no pay ahh-ten-shun. You dis-ree-spec Vee-ehht Read-ahh gang. Get on knees, motha-fucka,” he screamed as he waved the pistol at Dough.
The eleven others started screaming at Dough. Asian midget number one held his pistol in the air, and all of the others stopped screaming. Dough, slowly, got onto his knees.
Fuck this shit. I may be drunk, but nope. You’re not shooting my “D”. Not till I’m done with him.
“I can’t let this happen,” I said to Beth as opened the door and stepped outside the car. As soon as I did, I realized I was naked, covered in cum, and barefoot.
“Hey, you little prick!” I screamed from the car.
Asian midget number one turned and looked my direction. He said some illegible bullshit toward the eleven others and began walking in my direction.
“Ruht you say rit-ta
h girl?” he asked as he approached. He didn’t even take a second glance at my being naked. Stone faced he stood and waited for an answer.
This little eighty pound Asian asshole puts that gun down, I’ll beat his ass, fuck Dough, and be home before midnight.
“I called you a little prick,” I responded as I glanced up and down his four foot six frame.
Put the gun down, you little fuck. I’ll slap you and fuck you in the butt until your eyes open.
“Who you fuck think you ahhh?” he screeched, waving his gun in front of me.
I thought about what he said. This was exhausting. It took me about ten seconds after he spoke to try and decide for sure what it was that he said.
“I’m Christy fucking Cross,” I said as I stood.
His eyes actually opened. Both his little black eyebrows raised. He immediately lowered his pistol to his waist and spoke again.
“Ruht? Ruht you name?” he asked, leaning a little closer to me.
“Cross. Christy fucking Cross,” I answered proudly.
Remember it, you little Asian fuck. I’m beginning to not like you at all.
“You Clis-tee Closs?” he asked, emphasizing the word you, and butchering my name. It was as if he knew of me.
I raised my right hand, took my index finger, and slid it into my mouth. His eyes followed my finger like they were wired to it. Sucking the tip, I circled my tongue around the circumference of it. I licked and sucked until…Here we go…
I dropped my right hand, widened my stance a little, and slid my finger into my pussy up to my palm. He continued to look me in the face. I smiled, showing my teeth. With vigor, I forced it in and out about four times quickly before my eyes closed.
Eye roll. Oh. My. God.
Here it comes.
Yes, God, you know what’s up. Give it to me…
Leg shaker times two. Both legs shook uncontrollably.
“You got it, the one and only, Christy Cross,” I responded as I pulled my index finger out of my pussy, raised my right hand, and sucked my cum off of my finger.
He immediately turned and started screaming toward the crowd.
“Been vow trit eeeh bo vock. Vihn ahhn kahhn. Clis-tee Closs,” he said as he approached the crowd.
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