Fucked on both ends

The hands on my red, beaten ass make me wince as they pull the cheeks apart, kneading the sore globes. The cool night air soothes and arouses as it glides across my well primed pussy. I can’t tell who is there, but at the moment, I don’t care. The sudden attention to my nether-region makes me realize that I need to be fucked, hard and fast. I need to be filled with throbbing meat- doesn’t matter whose, so long as it’s soon.

Fingers enter my pussy, exploring my insides, spreading my moisture all over my pussy and ass. A finger locates my clitoris, making my legs tremble as lightning bolts of pleasure shoot out from my core, reaching down my legs to my toes, up my stomach to my aching nipples, into my head and out onto the cock filling my mouth.

The fingers continue to work my clit, bringing me ever closer to the brink of orgasm. My body shakes, and I struggle to remain standing. The officer groans his appreciation, as I express my building pleasure by sucking on his pole with all the strength in my lungs. The fingers increase their pace, rubbing, flicking, circling the center of my universe, making me shake and moan, building, higher, higher, closer, almost there...

Nothing. Emptiness, silence, a lonely vacancy between my legs. And then... fireworks! Stars! My eyes go dark and my skin tingles, as I feel the long thick cock slide home. I explode in orgasm as the cock slides in to the hilt, hips slamming against my ass, balls smacking my pussy. Back out and quickly back in, hard, fast, with passion- fucking, not making love, just like I need it. Each thrust forces my mouth farther along the cock in front of me. I feel like a stuck pig, only I can’t imagine a pig has ever felt anything like this.

My pussy walls contract around the welcome invader. Saliva runs from my mouth, coating the officer’s cock, dripping down his balls. His cock presses against the back of my mouth, the cock behind me rears back, thrusts forward. Hips violently reach my ass, and I feel the cock in front of me push past my mouth. I gag as the phallus enters my throat, but I am helpless to stop it. The officer’s hand reaches for my breasts, tugging on my nipples, milking me, pulling me farther onto him. His other hand rests behind my head, holding me in place, eliminating any thought of escape- not like I’d want to.

Harder, faster, I lose track of all time and space. The officer’s breathing quickens, he thrusts forward, burying his throbbing cock deep in my throat, my head held tight. He lets out a growl, then a shout, as he begins filling my stomach with his warm cum. My belly grows warm, as if I was drinking a hot cup of soup- only this is so much better.

The softening cock pulls out of my throat and into my mouth. Licking and sucking, I extract every last drop of sweet juice from the officer’s cock. I run my tongue up the length of his shaft, squeezing him with my mouth, like an addict trying for one last taste. Finally, exhausted, the officer withdraws from my mouth and stumbles away, collapsing next to the car.

My head finally free, I place my hands on the police car in front of me for balance and look down between my legs. I watch the glistening cock slide in and out of my pussy, stretching me, pounding away. I lift my head and look over my shoulder. Smiling back at me, I see my husband’s face. Pure joy, glowing at me, and I share in the joy. I’ve never seen him this happy, fucking his wife, sharing me with the eyes and cocks of complete strangers. He grins, and glances over his shoulder. I strain to see what he’s looking at.

Over there, on the neighbor’s porch, the neighbor boy still stands, watching what I’m sure is the best live show he’s ever seen. My husband reaches out his arm, gestures for the boy to come closer. The boy scampers off the porch, and heads in our direction. As he gets closer, I can see that he is carrying a package. What in the world could that be. A little closer... Holy shit! It’s a video camera! I blush, a wave of emotions washing over me. By morning, every pervert on the internet will have seen my naked body, my wanton, lustful behavior. They may even know my name and address!

The boy comes close, and instinctively I turn my head away from the camera. My husband just laughs. “And what good do you think that’s going to do?” he asks me. “It’s a little late now to start being shy.” I drop my head, and stare at the floor.

“Look into the camera,” my husband instructs. I hesitate, but then do as I’m told.

“Now say hi.”

“Hello.”

“Tell the camera what you’re doing.”

“I’m- I’m, uh... I’m on my front lawn, being fucked by my husband.”

“Tell them what you’re feeling.”

“My pussy is so full- full of hot throbbing cock. My whole body tingles, my belly is full of warm cum, and I can feel my pussy juice dripping down my leg. I’ve had every hole filled, and I love it!”

“Well, not every hole,” my husband replies. I look at him over my shoulder, confused. He replies by sliding a finger over to my ass, between the cheeks, and lightly scraping across my anus. My jaw drops- I can’t speak, don’t know what to say.

“Is there anything else you’d like tonight?” he asks, smiling at me. I pause, hesitant. Then I close my eyes, and blurt out, “I want to be fucked up the ass. I want you to fuck my ass!”

What did I just say? I can’t believe I said that! He’s not really going to stick it in my asshole, is he? I look back at my husband, and see his huge, shit-eating grin. He says something to the boy with the camera- I’m too lost in my own pleasure and fear to bother listening- and the boy swings around in front of me, between me and the police car. With his free hand, he fishes out his cock and sticks it in my face. It is still sticky from his last cum. As he rubs it against my lips, still filming, I feel my husband start to rub my tight asshole with his cock.