Zoey's Ride 5 - Just a Nice Group of Fellas

A fucking laugh. Distant, lighthearted, but audible. Several voices. How they even reach your lust-fogged mind is beyond you, but they let your boiling blood run cold in a heartbeat.

"Oh, for fuck's sake..." exhales Zoey upon taking her mouth off your tit. The voices are getting louder.

"Sh- fu- shi- fuck!" you hiss, struggling to think straight. The voices are really close now. Utterly overwhelmed, you sit straight up and frantically pull your shirt back over your boobs. Luckily, Zoey cooperates this time and quickly grabs your discarded bra and stuffs it under her jacket.

"Fuck, I hate everything!" you curse and look anxiously towards the pavillon's entrance. You're still sitting impaled on 10 fucking inches of cock, a fact just barely concealed by your skirt.

"Calm down, just act cool and let 'em pass." whispers Zoey and puts her hands on your hips in a pointedly casual manner.

"God fucking fu-"

"Woah, now that's some slick wheels!" exclaims a voice before a group of middle aged men come into view, apparently interested in Zoey's bike. They all have bycicles with them with one of them connected to a handcart full of bottles.

"And here of all places, wowzers!" adds another, who's sporting a frankly hideous moustache.

"Oh, hello there!" says a third, balding one upon spotting you two in the pavillon.

"Sup." nods Zoey, remarkably nonchalant.

"Us men, right? Haha." he says and steps forth. "We see anything with a motor, and we just gotta check it out."

"Yeah, haha..." you laugh terribly awkwardly.

"Peter, get us some, yeah?" calls the first guy, the one wearing a basque beret, joining the other. "You girls don't mind some company, do ya?"

"Nah, go ahead." shrugs Zoey, still very much buried to the hilt inside you.

"Taking breaks is important." claims the balding one and sits down on a bench opposite to yours. A moment later, the guy apparently known as Peter comes in with a couple of beer bootles in his hands and hands them to his friends. The four dudes mentioned aren't even all of them. Two others are standing beside the moustache man, taking out cigarettes.

You look at Zoey, desperate for any clue what the hell to do. You're sitting on a cock in the middle of six strangers, face flushed, erect nipples poking through your top. It's a matter of time before the first one notices. Then again, even despite her muscles, Zoey does look like a girl, so reasonably one really wouldn't suspect that you're doing anything but simply innocently sitting in her lap, right? Right?? God, this whole situation would be easier to manage if Zoey wasn't still hard as a rock! You're not moving, yes, but this thing still fills you up completely and certainly makes its fucking presence known to you every single second!

"Why're they sittin' so weird?" you hear a guy mutter to his buddy. You're sitting with your back to most of the men, so you can't exactly tell who.

"Oh, you know how them girls are." his friend replies. "Always all cuddly with each other."

"Speaking of girls..." another one chimes in. "Say Markus, has Lena come to her senses yet?"

"Ah, don't start." sighs another and you desperately hope this is a short story. "She's still at her boy's place. Still refusing to see, uh, how do the kids call it? His red paint?"

"Red paint?"

"You mean red herring?"

"Nah, red... red..."

"Red tape?"

Jesus fucking christ. This is torture. You need to find a way out of this. IMMEDIATELY.

You lean down to Zoey, careful not to go too far and expose what's happening underneath your skirt.

"What do we do??" you hiss at her, almost pissed she seems so calm about this.

"Just wait." she responds, keeping her voice low. "I think I'm getting softer with each time they fail to get 'red flag'. When it's soft enough, I'll slip out and you can get up."

"Guys, how have none of you offered the girls a drink yet? Man man man..." scolds one of the smokers and grabs two bottles from the cart.

"Driver. I'm good, thanks." Zoey waves off the offer.

"Shame. You?" the guy asks, turning to you.

"Uh, also... driver. Y-yeah." you lie stupidly.

"Well, more for us, eh?" laughs another guy and the rest follow suit. This is hell.

"So anyway, she'll come around, don't worry." one of them continues their conversation. "She's what? 16? We've all been there, amirite?"

"Hell, my Stella was chaos in person as a teenager." comments the dude with the beret. "Though, 23 and she still has that white blond hair, still goes partying and all. Some things don't change."

Wait a second. Party girl in her early twenties named Stella with platinum blond hair? Zoey and you exchange another look. She thinks the same. Shit, is that the dad of the girl you and her had a threesome with a couple weeks back?? Damn, the world IS small sometimes if that's true. You're pretty sure you've just felt Zoey harden back up a bit. Fuuuuck.

"That's why I'll always be greatful for a son." a smoker tells the others. "Whole lotta less problems."

"With all due respect, Markus, he rarely leaves the basement." his friend reminds him. "I don't think gender is the deciding factor here."

"Oh, mind you: if he was a girl he could still be uploading all kinds of stuff on the internet, even down there."

"And as a guy he's probably downloading all matter of such stuff. Pick your poison."

Okay, good, their boomer talk has Zoey's dick calming down again. Now, it's going to be simple. Just wait a little bit longer and then you'll lift your hips just a tiny bit for her to slip out and stuff it back into her pants. Then, you can both just stand up and leave, easy peasy.

"Better yet: just don't have kids." boats another man. "Saves ya money and problems alltogether."

"Or ya just can't getcha old ass laid." counters a buddy and a round of laughter erupts.

"Hey, I'll have you know-"

"No, please, don't have us know." he gets immediately cut off, followed by another bout of laughing.

"Ay, whatever. Bum me one of those, will ya?"

"Only because I pity you, my friend."

Alright, this should be enough. Sure, even flaccid Zoey's packing meat, but this is as good as it's gonna get. Time to act. Thus, you lift yourself up just a few inches. It's not enough that her dick can slip out on its own, but with a quick, sneaky grab she should be - fuck yes, she's picking up on it. Her right hand subtly leaves your hip and slips under your skirt. You can feel her hand under you, grabbing her meat any second no-

"Mhmm!" sounds your moan through clenched teeth as you feel a finger on your clit. Wide-eyed you stare at Zoey with a mix of disbelief and fury while she responds with the smallest of smug grins. This fucking fuck bitch. Fuck!

"What was that?" a voice asks behind you.

"Nothing, don't worry, fellas." answers Zoey and finally, graciously, grabs her dick instead of playing with you. You consider saying something as well but you really can't think of anything to help disarm the situation. So, instead, you take a deep breath and wait for her to pull herself out - which she thankfully does.

While the men resume their chatter, Zoey follows your unspoken plan and quickly stuffs her cock back into her camo pants. Okay, another problem: the pulling of a zipper would surely draw attention. Well, hopefully her button is enough to conceal everything. After all, an open fly is not too unusual, right?

"Weeell, we better get going now, right, uh, friend?" you ask, sounding awkward as hell.

"Yep. Long way home." Zoey agrees but inexplicably gives your butt a little slap.

"Goodbye, ladies. Safe trip." says the guy with the ugly moustache.

"Don't die on the road." the balding one adds.

"Hahaha, yeah." you fake laugh and akwardly climb off your girlfriend's lap. Even despite all of this unfathomable awkwardness, you can feel how wet you still are between your legs.

"Have a nice day, folks." Zoey bids goodbye and stands up, following you out of the pavillon and towards her bike.

"I hate everything." you whisper to her while she picks up the helmets.

"Haha, I know." she chuckles, not looking nearly as exasperated as you.

"The world hates me." you curse before putting yours on.

"Chill, I'll fuck you good later." she promises and swings her leg over the vehicle.

"You know, I should give you pussy ban for all of this." you tell her, not at all actually considering it.

"Great, I was meaning to ask about anal!"

"AYO."