Speaker 1: It had started with a genuine offer of help. My
check engine light had been a persistent orange eye for
fifty miles before the car gave up entirely, rolling to
a stop on the dusty desert shoulder. Not another soul
in sight, just heat, shimmering asphalt, and endless scrub dotted beige.
The pickup's appearance felt like a mirage at first trouble.
The tattooed one who'd later tell me his name was Jack's,
had asked his voice neutral. I'd explained, my voice tight
with a stranded woman's anxiety. They'd nodded, popped the hood,
and conferred in low tones. The younger one, Leo, had
a toolbox. The third, a silent mountain of a man
named Coal. J just watched. The help was real. They
diagnosed a fried alternator, had a spare in their truck.
Lucky you, Jax had said, a slow smile, spreading. That's
when the atmosphere changed. It wasn't a threat, it was
a shift. The wide open emptiness of the desert suddenly
felt intimate, a private stage, hot day for a drive,
Jax remarked, his eyes traveling over me, my thin tank top,
my cutoff shorts must be sweltering in those clothes. A
beat of silence. My heart hammered. But it wasn't fear.
It was a dizzying, pulsing recognition, the isolation their focused attention.
It sparked something deep and dormant, a craving to be used,
to be the center of this raw masculine focus it is,
I heard myself say, my voice barely a whisper. Why
don't you get comfort? Ffortable, Leo suggested, his smile. Easy.
My hands went to the hem of my tank top.
I pulled it over my head, the air kissing my
sweat slicked skin. I unbuttoned my shorts, shimmeied out of them,
then my panties, letting everything pool at my feet. I
stood before them, naked under the vast sky. Their gazes
were like physical touches, heating my skin more than the
sun ever could. Coal's heavy lidded stare, Leo's appreciative grin,
Jax's intense, possessive appraisal. Good girl, Jax murmured. He unzipped
his jeans, freeing his thick, already hard cock. Leo and
Coal did the same. The sight of them all at
once made my mouth water. This is happening, I thought,
a thrill shooting through me. Jax guided me to my
knees in the coarse gravel. Let's see how grateful you are.
I didn't need more instruction. I took Jack's first, leaning
forward to wrap my lips around his broad head, Tasting
salt and musk on his thick cock. I sucked him deep,
my tongue working the sensitive underside. One hand reached for Leo,
stroking his length as I sucked on Jack's head, bobbing.
Cole's hand fisted in my hair, not pulling, just holding
a anchor point. As the world narrowed to the taste
and touch of their cocks and the sounds of their
low groans, I serviced them in turn, a rhythm building
making them good, wet and sloppy. Jacks's hands on my head,
setting a gentle pace, Leo feeding himself into my mouth.
When I turned to him, Coal's thumb brushing my cheek.
It was a filthy outdoors blow bang, a hungry, wet,
shared thing, and a fierce pride burned in my chest
at my own willingness at their obvious pleasure. The loved
my slick pink mouth all over their rods pre come
slicked my tongue. I swallowed around them, taking them deeper
until my jaw ached beautifully. When they were slick from
my mouth, Jax turned me around, his hands on my hips.
Such a pretty little ass, he growled. He spread my cheeks,
and I gasped as I felt his tongue, hot and
wet and insistent, lick a wet stripe right up my asshole.
Oh God, my knees almost buckled. The filthy fucker was
rimming me. He ate my ass with a focused, devouring hunger,
his tongue circling, probing, making me cry out into the
empty air. Leo knelt before me, and I took him
into my mouth again, eagerly. The dual sensations, the intimate
violation behind, the fullness ahead sucking cock as I got
my ass eaten heaven, driving me to a trembling edge.
When Jacks finally pulled back, he didn't wipe his mouth.
He guided his cock, glistening from my mouth and pressed
the head against that same wet eaten entrance. Asked a
mouth's sweetheart. He whispered and pushed inside and kissed me
with his dirty breath. The stretch of my asshole was
breath taking, a burning fullness. He fucked my ass with deep,
measured strokes, each one sending jolts of intense pleasure pain
through me. When he pulled out, he turned my head clean.
It I did without hesitation, taking his cock back into
my mouth, tasting myself and him. The act itself filthier
and more arousing than anything I'd ever donne. I loved
licking dirty cock. Leo then claimed my ass, repeating the process,
and I welcomed it, my body shuddering with a depraved,
total surrender. Then Coal, the quiet one moved. He laid
me back on the sun warmed hood of my own car.
Jax lifted my legs, positioning himself at my dripping, swollen pussy.
Coal pressed against my well used cunt and pushed in
me fuck double penetration, one up my shit pipe, one
in my pussy. They pushed in together in a slow,
synchronized invasion that stole the breath from my lungs. I
was full, impossibly completely full. They found a rhythm. Jack's
thrusting deep into my cunt, Coal in my ass. The
dual sensation was overwhelming, a constant rolling wave of press
ushure and friction that built a scream in my throat.
I clawed at the hot metal of the hood, my back,
arching every nerve ending on fire. They fucked me like that, relentlessly,
their grunts and the slick, wet sounds of our joining.
I came a shattered, sobbing climax that clenched around both
of them, milking their cocks deep inside me. It triggered
their own release. They pulled out of me, jacks from
my pussy, coal from my ass, and they gathered close
on your knees over the hood, Leo ordered, his voice ragged.
I scrambled to obey, bending over the hot metal, presenting myself.
They stood around me, spread me for Leo, and he
fucked me from behind, good and hard, pulling my hair,
and I felt the hot splash of his load hit
the walls of my cunt. It dripped out of me,
running in thick, sticky rivulets down the backs of my thighs.
I stayed there, trembling, covered in their spunk as they
silently got to work. Fifteen minutes later, my engine roared
to life. I pulled my clothes back on the fabric
sticking to my damp skin. Jack's closed the hood with
a final thud. Where you headed in such a hurry anyway?
He asked, stinking of oil, ass and cunt, to see
my boyfriend? I giggled. The younger one, Leo, laughed and said,
my kind of bitch. I slid into the driver's seat,
the scent of sex, sweat and engine grease filling the car.
I gave them a final slow smile through the dusty windshield,
put the car in gear, and pulled onto the highway,
riding toward the setting sun. Who knew breaking down could
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