42 Filthy Fucking Stories (15 page)

His hands found her hard nipples and he rolled them between his finger and thumb. Shivers replaced the vibrations in her body as it prepared for another round of orgasms.
 

Rudy stepped from his shorts, then kicked them to the side as he hooked his fingers in the top of hers, along with her panties, and pulled them down together in a single swift motion, before kneeling in front of her.
 

Her scent clouded around his head as he splayed her slit with two fingers, lapping at her sweet inner skin with his tongue. She screamed as the pleasure ran from the wet of his tongue, through the throb of her body, landing on her brain like the strike of a hammer.
 

Tory’s head and pussy pounded in tandem, as she pleaded through breathless sputters of words for him to fuck her.
 

After another five or so dragging laps from his tongue, Rudy grabbed her ass in his strong, rough hands and swept her from the sand. The head of his hard tool touched the opening of her hole, dripping with her sweet inner juices.
 

Heat radiated from her body as he entered her tight hole with the patience of experience, then rocked her body back and forth, sending his pelvic bone smashing into her exposed clit.

Rudy opened his eyes and saw her, lit by moonlight, grasping her own tits, squeezing more pleasure from each of his strokes. Tory’s eyes popped open, too, and caught Rudy’s as he slammed into her with ever-increasing strokes.
 

Waves crashed on the shore behind them as they released their screams of ecstasy. Her pussy tightened around his pipe-hard dick and he lost all control.

His throbbing cock shot creamy magma, covering her inner walls and sending her spiraling into convulsions.
 

Gasping for breath they held one another in the moonlight, listening to the sound of their mutual breathing against the soundtrack of the crashing waves behind them. Tory giggled and he was almost offended.
 

“She told me not to let you talk me into bed either. Guess this doesn’t really count as a bed, huh?”

“Fucking A!” Rudy whistled, “this is sand, but if you’ve got a bed at home, I figure Jewel could mind her own goddamn business.”

They laughed, shaking sand from their clothes and made plans to leave the party, as Tory told Rudy that she had a couch where maybe he could stay, at least a few days.
 

XXX

The Horny Hitchhiker

Kyle was livid, fingers curled around the steering wheel, and white knuckles whiter than snow. He tore his Chrysler 300 across an endless stretch of desert, cursing everything from his cunt wife to his dipshit pig fucker of a boss who got the golden cock award for telling him he had a
bad
attitude.
 

Fuck. That.

What the hell did the son of a bitch expect? His wife, Roberta, had left him for another woman - a fast Fannie, carpet munching, beaver eater of all things. Hell if he could understand why the bitch would want a tongue in her sloppy taco when he had a perfectly good cock to fuck her with.
 

 
Kyle had walked in on them, caught them red-handed and covered in juice. Kyle had pulled into the driveway beside another truck that didn’t belong to him or anyone he knew, then flipped out, ran in the house, and kicked open the bedroom door.
 

His eyes just about fell from his face when he saw his wife of twenty years moaning under another woman, fingering her fuckhole as her mouth mashed against her mound like someone had filled it with custard. Fucking Roberta was grabbing her scissor sister’s tits and screaming like someone was vicing her nipples: “Fuck me! Fuck ME!” over and over.
 

Kyle stood in the doorway for maybe half a minute before Roberta finally moved her eyes from the rapture between her legs, met his, and then stammered, “Kyle, wait! I love her!”
 

He turned from the door and she started screaming after him. Kyle didn’t hear a word she said, just called her a “Lesbyterian, under-the-lap loving, rug-eating dyke whore,” then stormed from the house, with half a hard-on and a metric ton of tempered rage.
 

Of course, his cock would get some rock in it, watching two women moaning on his bed. He usually had to pay to watch that shit, or get crap reception on RedTube. Either way he’d have to shoot his starch into the tube of a sock.
 

Kyle figured he’d probably have to do a dry jack in the front seat of his Chrysler, but he went limp when he started thinking about his wife leaving him (and his cock!) for another woman. Kyle may as well have had his balls sliced from his sack and handed to a goddamn toddler.
 

What the fuck did the rag grabber have that he couldn’t give to Roberta? He’d been by her side for two fucking decades, and most of those years were damn good. Sure, Kyle had noticed she wasn’t interested in sex over the last year, but he respected that. Maybe it was menopause, or maybe she was getting laid on the side. The first wasn’t her fault, and the second was likely his since he’d cheated on her plenty.
 

But his shit had stopped, so why in the fuck did this have to happen to him now?
 

Kyle floored the accelerator, anxious to hit Vegas, and pull away from his fucked-up life, and his giant prick of an asshole boss.
 

***

 
Amanda stomped across the abandoned gas station, where her dickhead boyfriend of two years, Gavin, had just dumped her and left her stranded, after telling her off and calling her a whore, screaming that she should go ahead and get to Vegas so she could land a job doing what she did best.
 

She should have known something was up when the asshole said he wanted to take her for a drive in the desert so he could give her a surprise. Amanda thought maybe he was going to surprise her with a couple of days in Vegas since that was where they were headed, but she should’ve known since Gavin never did shit for her.
 

Assholes never did shit for you unless they were getting shit back.
 

At least most of the assholes Amanda had been unlucky enough to end up with so far in life had carried a big enough dick to at least put some of the fucking in
fucking asshole
. But Gavin had a pencil dick and didn’t know how to draw. Her ex-asshole, Charlie, had a pencil dick, but he used that shit like he was stirring soup and that made things better. Amanda was already getting ready to kick Gavin to the curb, but she just hadn’t gotten to it yet. Probably since she was so busy fucking Micah.
 

Micah was smoking hot and actually knew how to wave his fuckwand, but he was also a major moron, and Amanda was constantly having to tell him to keep his yap shut, and just fuck her so she could cum all over him.
 

Gavin must have found out about Micah. Now she was in the middle of the desert with nothing but her purse. Gavin had taken her cell and tossed it out the window as he drove away, yelling, “Sorry, dumbslut, maybe they’ll give you a new one when you get your job at the bag-shanty.”

 
Asshole.

Amanda started walking, sticking her thumb out at every passing car for over an hour, stilettos in her hand. No one had stopped, though a few had slowed long enough to get a look at her tits. The desert heat and lack of water was making her feel like maybe Gavin was right, and she really was just a dumbslut.

***

 
Kyle relaxed a little more with every mile. He would get to Vegas, check into a hotel, call a hooker, and fuck the shit out of her thirty minutes later, making her scream at the top of her lungs how he was the best fuck she had ever had.
 

Seriously, what woman wouldn’t want a thick nine-inch cock?
 

Stupid fucking Roberta.
 

He passed an abandoned gas station and pushed the pedal harder. A few miles later, he saw a great looking piece of ass, walking along the side of the road. The great looking piece of ass was wearing a black tube top and short sparkly shorts, perfectly displaying her tight, ripe ass. She was barefoot, with spiky silver stilettos in her hand.
 

When she turned toward Kyle, he felt an immediate twitch in his dick fromseeing her big tits pushing against her tight black tube top. He tapped the brake just as she stuck out her thumb and made her eyes giant.
 

Kyle pulled over. She immediately ran to the Chrysler and jumped inside. “Oh my God! Thank you!” she said.
 

 
“No problem,” he said, “but what the hell are you doing out here?” The hitchhiker didn’t say a thing, so he pretended like he hadn’t either, then extended his hand and said, “I’m Kyle.”
 

 
“Amanda,” she replied, shaking his hand. “My asshole boyfriend dumped me at an abandoned gas station a few miles back. I’ve been waiting for anyone to pick me up, so thanks.”
 

“Oh my God!” Kyle said. “That’s terrible. Why would he do that?”

“Because he’s a fucking pencil-dicked bastard,” she growled.
 

“Why’d he do that?” Kyle asked, as though her first answer didn’t matter, or because he was too busy staring at her big tits to think up another question.
 

“I guess it’s my fault. I should’ve dumped him after the first time we had sex. I knew right then, every minute after was just wasting time. He was kind of a bad boy, which I liked, but his dick was tiny, which I didn’t.” She looked at Kyle as though she wasn’t over-sharing just a minute and a half into their relationship. “And he didn’t know how to fuck,” she continued. “So I cheated on him with a guy who had a six-inch cock and knew how to use it. Dude could get me off before we even started.” She laughed.

The girl in his passenger seat wasn’t just smoking hot, her engine was already running. She was rocking back and forth in her seat, ramming her hand between her legs, then holding tight, as though she would drip all over his upholstery if she didn’t hold her pussy juices in.
 

“Well, at least you didn’t cheat with a woman,” Kyle growled.
 

 
“Oh my God! Is that why you look you’re about to kill someone? Did you get dumped for a chick?” Amanda laughed. “You know I had to want a ride pretty bad to get in a car with a guy who looks as mad as you do.”
 

Kyle smiled. “Sorry about that,” he said. “But yeah, been married twenty years, and the bitch wants to get her pussy licked by some muff munching hole swapper,”
 

“Damn,” Amanda shook her head, “I don’t mind getting felt up or fingered by a chick, but there’s no substitute for a good pounding.”

 
“Oh yeah?” Kyle smiled, feeling his big cock getting bigger. “You like large cocks?”
 

“Hell. Yes. It’s my dream to fuck a guy with a ten-inch dick,” Amanda moaned, taking one of her hands from between her legs and rubbing it across her tits.
 

 
“Well it may be your lucky day,” he said, grinning.
 

“Seriously? You’ve got a ten-inch rod?” She licked her lips.
 

“Nine inches” he said. “And believe me, I know how to use it.”
 

 
“Oh God! Can I see it?” Amanda asked.
 

Kyle leaned back and unbuttoned his jeans, lowered the zipper, reached into his pants and exposed nine inches worth of massive cock.
 

“Mmmmm…it’s huge!” Amanda moaned with pleasure.

***

 
Amanda’s mouth opened in a wide O.
 

This man’s cock was enormous.
 

She was already wet, talking about fucking with a complete stranger, but now she was leaking cunt juice everywhere, and having to actively talk herself out of leaning across the seat and sliding the entire nine inches into her hungry mouth.
 

Fuck this.

Amanda leaned over and started giving Kyle a blow job, pulling her tits from her tube top, squeezing her nipples, and giving him a show.
 

“Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel,” she said when the Chrysler swerved. “Or I’ll have to stop.”
 

Amanda sucked him like the whore Gavin thought she was, sliding her mouth up and down his shaft, faster and faster, fucking his cock with her mouthcunt.
 

 
“Oh yeah,” Kyle moaned, holding her head tight and shoving her down as hard as he could, making her swallow his enormous cock. She gagged but held firm, wanting to please him and loving the feel of his dick tickling her throat.
 

“Mmmm, yeah, you like that huh? You like that big cock, you like that huge dick in your throat?”
 

 
“Mmmm…” she moaned, mouth too full of cock to make a sentence.

 
“Yeah, swallow that dick,” he grunted.