“Fuck.” I put the car into reverse and stepped on the gas again, but the wheels just spun and spun.
“Lucy,” said my husband Mark. “Forget it. Let’s just get out and walk.”
I ignored him and slammed the car into forward again. This time it didn’t even rock forward. I tried it two or three more times before Mark reached over and put it into park for me, pocketing the keys.
He got out of the car and I had no choice but to follow.
“Last time I let you talk me into a road trip,” I muttered. We were in the middle of nowhere, corn fields all around us. I wasn’t even sure what state we were in.
“Shut up,” he said. “I wasn’t the asshole who drove us into a ditch.”
I dropped a few steps behind so I wouldn’t have to talk to him, or even look at him. He didn’t seem very concerned.
We’d been walking for about an hour when we saw a light up ahead. As we drew closer, I saw it was a bar. The Roadhouse. The parking lot was packed with Harleys, Hondas, and a semi or ten. “Great,” I said. “A bunch of trailer trash.”
“At least it isn’t deserted,” Mark said.
“Terrific.”
He pushed open the door and we walked in. It was your average bar: smokey and dark, with pool tables in the corner. I followed Mark to the bar and slipped onto a stool while he talked. The bartender didn’t seem very helpful. He wouldn’t listen to our story until we’d both ordered drinks, then kept interrupting to serve others. When Mark was finished talking, the son of a bitch laughed and walked away.
He came back ten minutes later with a bottle of tequila. “Your wife looks like she needs a shot.”
I said yes, of course, and let him pour me one. Then ten minutes later, another. Then ten minutes later, I didn’t care that he poured me another. In another ten minutes, I was calling him. He ignored me. “I want a drink,” I said, and Mark tried to shush me. He didn’t like the looks of the crowd, he said. “What does a girl have to do in a bar to get a mother-fucking drink?” I yelled even louder.
“Fuck her mother?” a voice came from behind me. He was a big man, with arms the size of Texas. He was wearing a jeans shirt with the arms ripped off so I could see his cobra tattoo.
I ran my fingers along his muscles. “You going to get me a drink, cowboy?”
He nodded to the bartender, who came over immediately and poured me another. He looked at my new friend. “This is the one,” he said.
“I figured.”
“Oh,” I smiled. “You going to help me?”
He pulled me close and nuzzled my neck. “I’m going to give you everything you’ve been waiting for.”
Mark grabbed my arm and pulled me away. “This kind of help we don’t need. Come on, Luce. We’re walking.
I pulled away. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Arms grinned and pulled me into him, grinding his already hard cock into my soft cunt. I moaned a little and pushed my breasts into his chest. Mark reached for me again, but somebody came up from behind him, swung him around, and punched him good in the belly. He’d stopped working out right about the time he’d married me, so that one punch dropped him to the floor.
“Aw, fellas,” I said. “That wasn’t necessary.”
“Sure it was,” said Arms’s punching friend. He was a big black man with the sort of chest I’d only seen before in magazines. Mark tried to get up again, but the black guy kicked him in the groin. “See? Asshole needs to be out of commission so we can fuck you.”
I giggled. “Very funny.”
Arms came up behind me, put his hands under my shirt, and pulled it off, so I was standing there in just my bra and my jeans.
I was beginning to understand that they weren’t kidding.
I looked at Punch man, back at Arms, then broke into a run. I didn’t make it two feet before Punch caught me. His arms locked around me while Arms strolled up, reached around, and ripped off my bra. He palmed by breasts, then bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth. I struggled to dislodge him, so he bit down so hard that I screamed.
“Shut up, bitch,” said Punch, who was grinding his cock into my ass.
Arms switched to the other breast as he reached down and unbuttoned my jeans, shoving them and my panties to the floor in one move. Punch pushed me over the bar, opened up his pants, and rammed his cock into my dry pussy. I screamed, but then the bartender walked over and stuffed a dirty rag into my mouth.
Punch started pumping, his dick going in farther and farther. Soon he was deeper than anyone I’d ever had. “Ever had a black dick, bitch?” He pushed one last time and bottomed out. I could feel him all the way up to my cervix, and I was stretched wide. He started a steady rhythm, his balls slapping against my ass as he fucked me harder and harder.
I didn’t know where Mark was, and I didn’t care. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the feel of him and would have kept them shut except that somebody pulled the rag from my mouth.
The bartender had pulled his cock from his pants and was pushing it against my lips. I tried to turn away. It was bad enough that I was being fucked by a black man; I wasn’t about to fuck two at once. The bartender just laughed, grabbed the bottle of tequila, and poured it over his dick. This time when he stuck it against my lips, I opened and sucked him in.
Now, before I’d been married, I was somewhat famous for giving head. The key to a good blowjob was to concentrate your mouth on the head and use your hands on the shaft. I tongued him, sucked him, and took him deep into my throat, so deep that when he finally came, he shot it off straight into my belly.
Punch saw the bartender finish and pulled out of me, turned me around, lifted me and impaled me on his cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist for balance and stuck my tit into his mouth. He sucked on my nipple, but didn’t move inside of me. I couldn’t understood why until I felt new hands around my waist and realized that Arms was behind me. He reached down and stuck two fingers into my asshole, stretching me.
“Please, no,” I breathed, and relaxed a little when he took away his hand. But then it was back again, slick from his spit. He came and left two or three more times, lubricating me slightly more each time. Then, he replaced his fingers with the head of his cock.
Even though he’d spent some time preparing me, it still hurt like hell as he pressed in. I felt my skin splitting as he shoved the head of his cock into my virgin asshole. He pulled in and out a couple of times, just a little at a time, until he was moving easier, lubricated with his spit and my blood.
Punch wrapped his hands around my knees and started to move, too. I’d never felt anything like it, two cocks moving against each other inside of me. “Oh, yeah,” said Punch. Arms just grunted and pounded harder, opening me wider with every move.
“Hurry up,” said somebody behind me. Punch just pushed harder, and I held onto his shoulders because there was nothing else I could do.
I could feel my cunt tightening around him, the beginnings of an orgasm creeping up on me, and I closed my eyes to concentrate on it. That’s when I heard Mark’s belly yell, and I opened them again to see him launch himself against them.
Somebody grabbed him, though, and tied him to a chair.
Arms came first, followed quickly by Punch, who pulled out just in time to spurt all over my belly. He then shoved me at someone else, who took Mark’s cock out of his pants and made me go down on him while somebody else fucked me from behind.
Mark was soft at first, and I turned my head to avoid this latest, but somebody cuffed me a good one, and I began sucking him off, too. I looked him in the eye as I drew his cock into my mouth, my movements punctuated by the pounding I was taking from someone whose face I hadn’t even seen. Mark started to get hard, and I sucked harder.
“He’s hard!” yelled somebody.
“Make her take him double,” yelled somebody else.
The guy in my cunt pulled out, lifted me, and impaled me on Mark. Then, he took up his rhythm again in my ass. Twice in the same night.
“She’s got one more hole,” said some guy in leather as he pulled out his cock and shoved it into my mouth. This one didn’t bother waiting for me to respond, just shoved it deep into my throat and started fucking. I gagged, but I had no choice. They had me immobile.
I felt lips at my breast and realized that it was Mark, sucking, tonguing, nipping.
I thought I might die from sheer sensation.
The man in my ass came all over my back, and he was soon replaced by another. I began to concentrate on Mark’s cock in my cunt, tightening around him and squeezing him. His hand snaked around to my clit, and he played it, strumming it higher and higher until I exploded around him.
The man in my mouth finally came, pulling out so he could spill all over my face. Then, he made Mark kiss me through his cum.
I don’t think even Mark cared by this point, because right then, he came, too, deep in my womb.
He stayed inside me until the man in my ass finished, but then they noticed and pulled me off him. They tried to set me on my feet, but my legs were jelly, so they bent me again over the bar, and the remaining men lined up.
I felt a cock penetrate my cunt from behind, and settled in to this new fucking when I felt a second cock join the first. Two. In my cunt. Double. They pushed in and out of me in tandem, then the one on my right grabbed my leg and raised it until I was open wide, and they started alternating their rhythm. It hurt. I was sloppy, but I wasn’t wide enough to take all this, and I could feel myself stretching, splitting.
They came at nearly the same time, both of them blowing their loads on my ass.
Someone replaced them, this time in my ass, and the bartender dumped a shot down my throat. As I swallowed, I watched him open a drawer and pull out a chain with clamps on both ends. He attached each end to my nipples, twisted the chain into a loop, and put his dick through it. Then, he shoved his dick in my mouth, deep into my throat. He began fucking my mouth again, but this time, each time he pushed, the chain that linked his dick to my nipples pulled taut, and a new level of agony was added to my fucking.
I started to struggle, but he simply reached down and plugged my nose. With his cock in my mouth and his hand on my nose, I couldn’t breathe. I struggled harder, but then the world started to go black. Just then, he let go, and I drew in a huge breath. He laughed and fucked deeper, plugging my nose every so often just for fun.
The last time he plugged just as he came in my throat, and he held it until I went black completely.
When I came to, I was lying naked in the mud next to my car. The sun was rising, and I was covered in blood, mud, and cum. I stood and walked shakily to the car. Mark was sitting in the passenger seat, gagged with my panties, hands tied with my bra. I opened the door and released him, and he stumbled out, hugging me tightly.
We stood that way for a while, until I pulled back. “We have to find the cops.”
He shook his head. “No good.”
“Why?”
“That was the cops.”
– The End –