Speaker 1: My thumbs paused over my phone screen. The message from
Jake still glowed there you trust me right, And I'd
been staring at it for three full minutes. The restaurant
noise faded. Some waitress dropped a tray. I didn't flinch. Okay,
I said, voice quieter than I meant it. Jake's hand
closed over mine on the table. Okay, what, okay, I'm
open minded. Whatever it is. I bit my lip, chewed it,
released it wet and swollen tonight. His grin unspooled slow,
that's my girl. The drive took forty minutes of nothing.
Street lights thinned then vanished. The road turned to gravel,
then to packed dirt, and my heart kept a drummer's
pace against my sternum. Jake tapped the wh with one palm,
humming something tuneless. My thighs pressed together, unpressed. The truck's
heater blew too warm. Where are we going? Told you? Surprise?
The woods swallowed the headlights. Branches scrawled black signatures across
the windshield. I saw the bench before I understood what
I was seeing. Old warped wood, silvered by weather, sitting
in a clearing like it had grown there Jake killed
the engine. Silence roared in. Ready he was already opening
his door. The air outside smelled of pine and cold earth.
My heels sank into moss. The bench was rough under
my palm as I steadied myself, watching Jake strip his
shirt off, then his jeans, kicking them aside, like he
did this every night. His cock was already half hard
in the moonlight. Climb up, he said, Lie down. I
didn't speak, couldn't. My fingers found the hem of my
dress and I pulled it over my head. The cold
bit my nipples through my braw off with that too,
Then my panties wet, already sliding down my thighs, catching
on one knee before I shook them free. Jake lay
on his back on the bench, one arm pillowing his head.
Come here, sixty nine, like we talked about. I straddled
him backward, knees finding purchase on the splintered wood, and
lowered myself. His breath hit my cunt, hot and close.
His hands found my ass and spread me open lower,
he said, all the way down. My mouth found his cock,
familiar salt taste. I took him deep, hollowing my cheeks,
working the shaft with one hand, while my tongue traced
the ridge beneath me. His tongue flattened against my clit,
and my hips bucked slowed down. I couldn't something wild
had unspooled in my belly. I sucked him harder, faster,
spit slicking my chin, and Jake's hips started meeting my rhythm. Hey,
his voice came muffled against my cunt. Calm down, the
surprise isn't here yet. I pulled off a strand of spit,
bridged my bottom lip to his cock. What just keep
sucking and trust me. His tongue pushed inside me, then lower,
circling my ass, tracing the tight pucker there, and I
moaned around his shaft. The wet sounds beneath me grew obscene,
Jake licking, lapping, spreading me wide with his thumbs, so
the cold air kissed every inch of my exposed cunt.
Then I heard it, voices, old voices, gravelly, a cough,
the crunch of boots on dead leaves. My body went rigid,
but Jake's hands clamped my hips. Stay, he whispered, You
said you were open minded. Remember, three figures emerged from
the tree line. Old men sixty maybe seventy, wrinkled faces,
gnarled hands, wearing flannel and worn jeans. One of them
was already unbuckling his belt. Look at that. The tallest
one rasped, pretty little thing, ain't she spread her wider? Boy?
Another said, let's see what we're working with. Jake's thumbs
pulled my pussy, lips apart until I felt the stretch,
the exposure. My face burned, my cunt clenched around. Nothing. Please,
I started sh Jake's tongue flicked my clit. You're gonna
take it, all of it, and you're gonna love it.
The bench creaked. A rough hand gripped my hip, and
then something blunt and hot pressed against my opening, not asking,
just pressing. I gasped into Jake's cock as the old
man pushed inside me, thick veiny, splitting me open in
one slow thrust, tight little hoar. He grunted, You feel that, boy,
feel me stretching your girlfriend's cunt around my cock. Jake's
tongue was still working my clit, circling it, flicking, even
as his lips were pressed against the base of the
stranger's dick, where it entered me. He licked around it,
licked me, licked him. The old man fucked into me hard,
hips slapping my ass, and I couldn't breathe couldn't think,
just hung there, suspended between Jake's mouth and this stranger's
thrusting cock. Then a hand fisted in my hair. Open up, sweetheart,
Another old man rounder balding. His cock was purple at
the tip, already leaking, and he pressed it against my lips,
right alongside Jake's shaft, Still in my mouth, my jaw ached,
spit ran down my chin, but I opened wider, Good,
little cocksucker, he said, take em both, two cocks in
my mouth, one in my cunt. Jake's tongue never stopped moving,
licking my clit, licking the base of the old man's
dick as it pumped into me, licking his balls when
they swung forward. The sounds were wet, rhythmic, obscene. The
man behind me started heaving, wheezing like his lungs were failing.
His thrusts turned erratic. Ghana, fill this little cunt. He
exploded hot deep, I felt it flooding me, and then
he pulled out with a wet pop, and Jake's mouth
sealed over my hole, tongue plunging inside, drinking it out
of me. Fuck. I whimpered around the two cocks. MM.
Jake's tongue lapped deeper. You taste better like this. The
balding man in my mouth grabbed my head with both
hands and fucked my face, gagging me. And then he
was coming too. Ropes of bitter salt coating Jake's cock,
coating my tongue, dripping down my chin. I swallowed, gagged,
swallowed again. Another old man stepped around behind me. I
felt cool air on my slick thighs, and then a
new cock was pushing into my already dripping cunt, different shape,
thicker at the base. Boy's gonna lick me clean while
I fuck his girl, this one announced, and Jake's mouth
moved to accommodate, tongues sliding along the shaft as it
entered me, licking the seam where we joined taste his balls.
The man grunted, go on, boy. Jake's tongue dropped lower.
I was losing myself. The cock in my mouth was new,
the third one, I think, and I sucked on instinct.
No technique left, just hunger. The one in my cunt jackhammered,
and I pushed back into it, impaling myself deeper, squealing
around the shaft in my throat, Ready for your ass, sweetheart.
The man behind me pulled out. Jake's tongue found my
asshole again, wetting it, loosening it. And then something thicker, blunter,
pressed there easy, Jake murmured against my skin, breathe. The
head popped past my sphinter, and I screamed, good girl.
The old man growled, take it, take my cock in
that tight little asshole. He sank deeper. Jake's tongue stayed busy,
licking my clit, licking my stretched rim, licking his balls
as they tightened. The fullness was devastating, cunt, empty ass,
full clit burning. Then the man I was sucking off
pulled his cock from my mouth, turned around, bent over,
and spread his ass cheeks with both hands, and offered
his shithole to me. Eat it, he said, been working
all day, get that tongue in there. My mouth was
empty now. I couldn't hold a cock, couldn't focus, not
with the one in my ass sawing in and out.
But I leaned forward, pressed my face between his cheeks,
found the dark, musky center of him, and pushed my
tongue inside. He groaned, that's a good little slot. The
cock in my ass swelled, pulsed, flooded me, hot and thick,
and when he pulled out, it all dripped down over
my pussy, right into Jake's wading mouth. The man in
front pulled away from my tongue, turned his cock erupted
across my face, forehead, cheek, lips, a stripe across my
closed eye. I blinked through the mess, empty, sudden, complete footsteps, retreated,
branches snapped, the woods swallowed the old man whole, and
silence rushed back in like a held breath. Finally released,
I slid off Jake, trembling my body. One slick mess
of sweat and come turned crawled up his chest. Our
mouths met. His lips coated an old man. Mine coated
an old man. The taste vile and rich. In hours,
I kissed him deeper. Jake pulled back, licked a streak
from my cheek. His eyes caught moonlight. I told you
I'd give you a good surprise tonight. I licked his lips.
Taste of old man's spunk, bitter and perfect. My voice
came out raw, wrecked, satisfied. I loved it. I loved it.
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