Putting It In

by Pamela Poundtown

  She pulled off his cock and gave it long slippery strokes. “I know you do, stud.”

  Branch lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the passenger’s seat of the truck. She spread her legs for him and he went down on one knee with his dripping cock still hanging out. Branch dove in and ran his tongue all up and down her wet, glistening slit. His tongue danced from her clit to her ass and back. She let out breathy moans in response. Victoria made a “V” with her fingers at the top of her pussy spreading herself open and exposing her clit to Branch’s tongue. He inserted two fingers and started pumping her pussy with a wet sound as he licked all around her exposed clit. She moaned and twisted her nipples with her other hand.

  Her eyes met Dalton’s. Something about her being exposed and eaten while she still wore her heels and perfect hair made Dalton rock hard. Her eyes traveled down to his cock and back up to his face without losing her sultry smile. She licked her teeth as they stared at each other.

  “You better get in on this,” she said. “You will never in your life get an offer to work your cock the way I’m willing to do today.”

  Dalton gritted his teeth. He wanted to experience that head twist for himself. At the moment, he still had a job, but there was no way John wasn’t going to discover this any moment. There was no way that they were going to go on moving furniture while he fucked every woman in town even if John fired Branch and hired someone else. This was all over one way or the other. Dalton would never forgive himself if he lost his job anyway and didn’t end up experience that cock sucking masterwork for himself.

  As if reading his mind she leaned back across the seat and said, “Come and get it, when you’re ready for it.”

  She wrapped those impossibly long and beautiful legs around Branch’s back and neck as he fingered and licked her loudly.

  Dalton took a deep breath and ran around the front of the truck to the driver’s side. He opened the door and saw Victoria looking up at him upside down with that sultry smile again. He unzipped and whipped his cock out. She reached for him.

  As he climbed up into the truck, she took hold of Dalton’s cock and started stroking it. He started to sit down, but she pulled him forward by his cock to his knees so that he was straddled over her face. She licked and sucked at his balls as she stroked him and Branch continued to eat her pussy on the passenger’s side.

  She pulled Dalton’s rock hard cock down so that it aimed into her mouth. The tension of the angle was intense and when she started licking and sucking around the head of his cock, he forgot all his other concerns. Dalton grabbed hold of the top of the steering wheel with one hand and wrapped his other arm around the back of the seat to brace himself. She pumped her face up onto and off his cock from underneath. He shook from the intensity of it and grunted as her nose started poking at his balls from her deep thrusts.

  He took his arm off the seat and squeezed her breasts. Holly shit, they were real. He felt around both of them as much from being surprised as from being horny. They were firm, but had the softness that only came from being real. She started sucking him harder and Dalton pulled at her nipples as he gritted his teeth.

  Branch climbed up on the running board and centered his cock on her pussy. He rubbed the head up and down her slit as Victoria continued to suck Dalton’s cock. She reached down farther and spread her lips from Branch. Dalton watched out of curiosity as Branch filled Victoria’s pussy balls deep. As Branch started pounding away at her, her body shook on the seat and her tits bounced in a way that was impossible not to watch. With her head bouncing, it added an extra sensation to her work on Dalton’s cock.

  Branch flipped her up on her hands and knees on the seat. As he drove his cock back into her pussy from behind, Dalton felt a wave of envy. Branch had taken up her offer sooner, so he was enjoying the full rewards of that. Branch grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back into his thrusts up into her pussy.

  Victoria screamed out. She reached out her hand hitting the horn of the truck giving one long blast before she pulled her hand away. Dalton looked around in a panic and started to back out of the truck. John and the neighbors would be coming soon.

  Victoria grabbed Dalton’s cock and pulled him back toward her. She cupped his balls with one hand and worked the base of his shaft with the other. As she went down on him, she added her signature head twist to the blowjob and he forgot all his envy and fear all over again.

  She pulled off of Dalton and slid off of Branch’s cock from behind. She said, “Get under me. I want to be on top.”

  Dalton was about to move, but then Branch climbed in and flipped to his back on the seat with his head toward the passenger’s side. Victoria gave Branch’s cock a few more sucks and then she flipped around to lower her pussy on his cock again. Branch was hogging the pussy and Dalton didn’t like it. He supposed they had never discussed threesome rules before, but still it seemed like courtesy to share the pussy.

  Victoria’s knee hit the horn giving another beep as she settled in.

  Dalton looked around again. “Damn it.”

  Victoria bounced her ass sliding her pussy up and down the full length of Branch’s cock making it slick with her wetness. Branch pulled on and sucked her tits from underneath.

  Victoria looked back over her shoulder and said, “I want you to take me in the ass.”

  She reached back and spread her ass with one hand and arched her back to give Dalton full access. He didn’t hesitate as he pressed the head of his cock against her ass until it popped in. She was so tight and warm. She had clearly not done this sort of thing often.

  Branch took her tit out of his mouth long enough to say. “Hey, I want to take you in the ass.”

  “Settle down,” she said. “You’re still getting the best pussy in town.”

  Dalton held the base of his cock as he slid into her tight ass inch by inch until his balls were flush with her ass. He shuddered from the pleasure. Branch started thrusting up into her pussy and the sensation was almost more than Dalton could handle. Victoria began fucking up and back down both cocks inside her at once. Dalton felt dizzy and started seeing pulses of light in his vision. Soon he was ram-rodding her ass as hard and as fast as he could slapping his hips against her ass with loud claps.

  Dalton opened his eyes to see John standing a few feet away outside the passenger’s side of the truck. He stared with his mouth open. Dalton wasn’t sure if the others had seen him yet, but none of them including Dalton was showing any signs of slowing down. Dalton gave Victoria’s ass a few spanks while John watched and then bowed his head as he put his full energy into fucking her tight ass.

  Dalton realized in that moment that Victoria may have hit the horn on purpose those times because she wanted to be found out.

  When Dalton looked up again, John had his cock back out and was stroking it furiously in the middle of the driveway for everyone to see. Dalton was guessing that John had already unloaded into that redhead’s snatch or mouth. She might have even let him have her ass for all Dalton knew. It appeared watching his hot wife get fucked by two of his friends in the moving truck was doing the trick as John grew hard all over again.

  “Oh, I’m going to cum,” Branch said.

  “Fill my pussy with your cum, stud,” Victoria said.

  John moaned outside the truck and said, “Oh, God.”

  Branch groaned and thrust up inside her several times with his cock throbbing. He fell limp on his back under her on the seat with his cock still inside her pulsing pussy.

  She looked back at Dalton still working her ass. “Are you going to fill my ass for me, stud? Is that ass tight enough for you? Oh, I can feel your thick cock swelling. I feel those heavy balls slapping my ass as you fuck my brains out. Fill me up. Fill my ass full of your cum. Give me your load, stud.”

  Dalton squeezed her ass cheeks together with his hands as he thrust deep inside her. His balls tightened and he pumped her full of his cum just like she had told him.

  He collapsed back on the sea
t heaving for breath and pulled out of John’s wife’s ass as John watched still stroking his cock for everyone to see.

  Victoria climbed off Branch and out of the truck and stood in the driveway with her raw pussy, ass, and tits out for full view in the neighborhood. Her hair was still perfect and she still wore her heels as cum dripped out of her ass and pussy onto the driveway between her shoes.

  John pumped his fist on his hard cock as they stood facing each other. “That was so fucking hot.”

  Victoria got down on her knees in front of her husband. “You can’t touch me, but I’ll give you ten seconds to cum in my face.”

  John groaned as he jerked off harder. She stuck out her tongue and John exploded with string after string of cum splattering her mouth, cheeks, and tits. He let go of his shrinking dick letting it drip on the driveway.

  Victoria stood up licking her lips. “I’ll see you at home for dinner.”

  She walked back to her Mercedes without bothering to cover or clean herself. As she drove away, John bent over heaving for breath.

  He stood back up staring at the two men in the truck and said, “We need to get this stuff to Goodwill and then beers are on me. We got good tips today too.”

  As John walked around to the driver’s side like nothing had happened, Dalton and Branch exchanged looks. The men put their cocks away and got back to work.

  Story 11

  My chest pounded like a piston and my blood roared in my ears, almost drowning out the screams from the stands. “Red Bulls! Red Bulls!” The cries went up when I started pumping my legs, pummeling past another yard line, easily evading a linebacker on my tail.

  The crowd went wild, but I could hardly hear them, I could hear my heartbeat. The end zone was just ahead; just another five second sprint and I'd be there! I'd drop hard like a wrecking ball and there would be yet another touchdown to my name!

  The feeling invigorated me, and I rushed forward, ducking out of reach from another backer that loomed from nowhere, stealing my escape from just another one and three more steps were left. Three more and I'd go down flat in the field. A fallen hero!

  I lunged like a javelin through air, ball till taut in my grip as I flew for touchdown, seeing nothing but victory!

  ...and then out of nowhere, something caught me midair, ramming hard into my side. The pain was quick and shocking, my insides turned to jelly. It felt like being hit with a cannon ball and I watched in horror as I skidded leftwards, away from my goal and plowed into dirt.

  The next minutes that followed were queer. I could hear sounds, loud shouting but I couldn’t tell where they came from. An alarm screeched in my left ear and I couldn’t feel my limbs, my view was disoriented but I could hear some words, “How you like that, punk?”

  **

  I opened my eyes later and I was at the hospital. The light overhead stabbed my eyes and I squinted. It took a moment for me to become acquainted with where I was. I was in the hospital, someone was bent over in a chair beside my bed and I had tubes sticking out my wrist. What is this shit? My head throbbed, and I winced. I groaned, and my visitor stirred. He looked up at me. It was my brother Finn.

  He smiled weakly. There were bags under his eyes like he had been up too long, and he had scarcely gotten any sleep.

  “How you feeling, young Bud?” He asked.

  “Queasy and a bit of pain,” I winced again. My right leg was raised and casted. I could see that, but I still tried to move. Pain shot up from my left leg. I stilled and gaped as it ran its course. What happened to my leg...

  “Woah man, you shouldn’t be moving that much. Doctor saidyou fucked up your knee. They’ve administered analgesics, so the pain shouldn’t be much.” Finn sighed, drawing closer with his seat.

  “Who was it man? Who did this shit to me?” My nose itched in irritation. Bits of memory were returning to me. I was playing an interschool match. I had three touch downs in a row. I had almost had a fourth and someone knocked me out clean. “Who the fuck was it, man?” I seethed.

  “How you like it, punk?” The voice was familiar, but I still couldn’t place it.

  “It was Jethro, man. He was real smug about it too.” Finn shook his head. I bit my lip. Jethro was a rival backer from Princeton high. I hated him. He hated me. Our schools hated each other, and my school was Alabama high. I was seething and tripping. The tryouts were in three weeks. I needed to be back up on my feet ASAP. I tried to move but the pain shut up my leg again, stunning me.

  “Fuck, what did I break man?” I half sobbed, half cried to him. He was the only one to show up because my mom had died, and my father hated me chasing football as a career.

  “Knee dislocation. Nothing serious. You'll be back up in a month and a week or so.” Finn shrugged.

  “What? What? Shit. No!” I retched, gawking at my lifeless leg like it was something sinister.

  “Jason? Woah Jason!” Finn raised his hands, gesticulating.

  “Man, One month? One month's too much. I can’t sit around for a month.” I nearly screamed, imagining yet another year going to waste. All that time and sweat, gone to waste.

  “Look, your agent was here earlier. He wasgrim about this. Said he might have to drop you—”,

  “Shit! No, man. What? No!” I cried hysterically.

  “Chill, man. He's going to have a doctor check you out and tell him for sure if you can play real soon. He didn’t trust the town's clinic, said he needed to have professional look.” Finn quipped, placing arm on my shoulder and pushing me back down into the bed.

  “Where’s Dad? I blinked, only just realizing one of my relatives was here for me. Finn's face fell. He tried that weak smile again and sighed, “Oh you know. The old man is busy.”

  “I got injured. He's too busy to come see me?” I muttered inaudibly but I wasn’t surprised. He cared less about me. Finn was in law school and he had hoped I would follow suit. I came from a long lineage of Lawyers, but I never cared much for the profession. I was barely able to keep an argument going. But football, now that was something I knew, something I honed.

  The hospital door flew open and a tall stocky man walked in. He had his long sleeves folded up to his elbow and his hair was greasy. It had a sheen to it and was matted back on his scalp. His face was grim; his eyes were hooded under his protruding forehead and his nose was crooked. His lips were thin like they weren’t even there. He strutted in and stopped at the foot of the bed, staring at me.

  “They say you fucked up your knee.” His tone lacked empathy. He stated it as a matter of fact.

  “I’m sure I’ll be back up in a week or two.” I crooned, doubting my own words.

  “We'll see. This is Dr. Pierce.” He gestured as another woman walked in.

  She was taller than him by an inch or two. Her hair was lustrous waterfall that spilled over her shoulders and her face bore no expression. Ridiculing black eyes watched me fervently from awell-toned face. She gave a side smile and her cheeks arched red on her face. Her lips were heart shaped and nice, a dark shade of red. I wondered if it was natural or she used balm. It didn’t look like she was wearing any lipstick.

  “Mr. Tolliver.”, My name was Jason Tolliver and she cut through every syllable in my surname succinctly like bread. “I’m Dr. Pierce. I’m with Mr. McCarthy here. I’ll be examining you and checking up on you over the next few days— “,

  “How many?” I shot at her. She paused and quirked her lips.

  “Excuse me?”

  “How many days? Are you gonna determine if I get to be drafted this year?”

  “Mr. Tolliver that depends on your injury. Mr. McCarthy here tells me you’re a brilliant player. I’m sure without this little hindrance, you would have gotten by.” She said in one breath.

  “Yea well. Wouldn’t be too sure about that.” McCarthy snarled as his phone rang. “Jason, we've made arrangements. She’s gonna examine you in her office tomorrow. You can’t go anywhere the next few days till I say we're done. Well, not like you would make out
of here without crutches.” He winced at my left leg. “I have things to attend to. Feel free to get familiar you two. You'll be seeing a lot of each other the next few days. Dr. Pierce will also be having physiotherapy sessions with you. You will be discharged on the third day, so she may further your physiotherapy sessions at home.” He finally took out his phone, answered the call and stepped out.

  I had been paying rapt attention to my agent and as he stepped out I brought my attention back to her only to realize she had been staring at me all this time. Finn cleared his throat and we both darted a glance in his direction. He eyed me and her suspiciously. I wondered if he had seen her watching me queerly.

  “I’ve been here since they brought you in last night, Jason. I've gotta run okay but I’ll be back before night today. I also called Dad, so he knows. Who knows, maybe he'll drop by.” Finn sputtered as he rose.

  “Yea. I get you.” I nodded, knowing he probably had books and assignments to get back to. “Don’t worry about me. Look, they've got a Tv? Maybe I can watch the highlights of how I got screwed on National Tv yesterday.” I smirked sourly. He gave me that weak smile.

  “Look, your stuffs in this bag.” He picked up a black backpack that had been on a vacant chair next to him. “Got your laptop, your phone and magazines. The nurse is gonna bring in some food later so don’t worry. I handled everything.” He patted my shoulder and I felt grateful he supported me and not judge me like our Dad.