Big Book of Smut 2

Fast Girl

Megan knew she'd been driving too fast. She never thought they had cops set up as speed traps in this neighborhood. Or at this time of night, either.

And there were good reasons she'd been driving too fast. This was just a fast car; nothing she could do about it. Besides, she was trying to get home before it was even later, or her husband Frederico would be pissed. He was sixty years old, and he traveled all the time on business. Over the past year, she'd started thinking he was actually a drug dealer. Whatever. He was home tonight. She'd told him she was doing volunteer work with the homeless. More like volunteer work with the horny, ha.

When she got married to a much older, rich man, her mother had said, "Megan, you're just going to be a trophy wife." Then, Megan had thought that was a good thing. That was the only career plan she'd ever had. Now she saw it had a downside, after all. Frederico was never around. And he just didn't want to fuck as often as she did. Which was all the time. What was she supposed to do?

What she did was find Sean. It would never do for Frederico to find out about him. Just thinking about Sean, Megan felt a little wet jolt in her pussy. Even though she'd just spent the evening fucking him. She was almost ready to turn around and do it all over again.

He was so hot. Six feet of rapacious muscle and searing flesh and thick, hard cock. He liked to eat her pussy more than any man she'd ever met. He was crazy for it. Any time they were sitting around having a drink in his little apartment, he'd somehow get himself into a position on the floor with his head between her legs up her skirt.

But Sean had his downside, too. He was more than ten years older than she was. He'd lied about his age when they met. He was really thirty-two. And he had a wife and a baby. The little apartment was just his fuck pad.

So Megan pretty much thought he was a shit, actually, no matter how hard his dick got. Obviously, she hadn't known about his family when she started fucking him. She went there tonight because she was breaking up with him. Nobody could blame her for one final fuck, could they? Tonight she'd ridden him like a carousel horse, grinding his cock as deep as she could into her.

Maybe they didn't have to do it twice. She felt a little bit guilty about the second time. But who knew when she'd get the chance with anybody again, she thought as she was showering. She was only twenty-one, and even though she was beautiful and rich, she was frustrated and lonely.

So that's partly why she was driving too fast. And now there were cop car lights flashing in her rear-view mirror.

Megan didn't see how she had a choice. Sure, she could probably outrun them, but they had her plate number, now. She pulled over and flicked her long silky hair off her face. When the cops got out of their car, one stood behind Megan's R8 Spyder, shining a bright light through the rear windshield. The one who came to the window was tall. He had a flat belly under his khaki uniform, and a big gun. Megan couldn’t see much more of him than that, because he was standing up beside the car.

He shone his flashlight into the car. "Keep your hands on the steering wheel, miss." He had a deep voice. He played his flashlight beam over her. Her breasts, straining at the fabric of her red silk tank top. Her long legs under a short leather skirt. She couldn't see any of him now, not even his flat khaki belly and his gun. The light was too close, glaring in her eyes. She felt as though she was on a stage, under a spotlight.

He played his flashlight over the rest of her again. "Would you get out of the car, please, miss?" Megan got out and stood beside her car. She still couldn't see him very well. Just his silhouette. Wide shoulders. Slim hips. Long legs.

"Do you know how fast you were going?" he demanded. He kept running his flashlight over her. He gave her a number that seemed really high. But maybe she really had been going that fast. It was a fast car. She shrugged.

His partner came over to where they were standing. She couldn't see him, either, because he had a flashlight, too.

He said, "I ran the plates. She gets a lot of speeding tickets. She's got five points."

"I'm a fast girl," said Megan.

The cop said, "You won't be for any longer. That's all your points gone. I can't even let you drive home tonight." He walked over to Megan's car and took the keys out of the ignition.

"No!" Megan's heart plummeted. If she couldn't drive, what would she do all day? No malls, no beaches, no restaurants, no driving around to anywhere to hang out. She might as well not even be alive.

"No," she said again. "There must be something I could do." The first cop played his flashlight up and down her body. She smiled at him. Not that she could see him. She thought she had a pretty good idea of what she could do.

"Take off your clothes," he said. That was pretty much what she'd had in mind.

"Here? By the side of the road?" There was no way Megan was doing that.

The cop said, "Up to you." He started to walk back to his car. With her keys! His partner turned to follow him.

What was she going to do? She needed her car. And Frederico would never give her enough money for a car and driver. She didn't want a car and driver, anyway. She loved her car. It wouldn't be the end of the world if she had to suck off these two cops.

Or whatever it was they wanted her to do. Whatever they looked like. "Wait," Megan said.

They both turned around. She wished she could see them. She reached for the hem of her top and took it off. She stood there in her bra. The second cop said, "Fuck," and cleared his throat. A car sped by them on the road. The first cop said, "Okay. We can't do this here. What if a driver saw you half-naked out here and crashed?" He talked like that would be Megan's fault, but now wasn't the time to argue with him.

The second cop said, "We'll get back into the cruiser and go up a side road."

"Take my Spyder," said Megan. Both of the cops started grinning like it was Christmas. "You can drive."

In the car, Megan sat on the second cop's lap. She was still wearing only her bra on top. She found out that the driver's name was Kyle and the other cop's name was Tim. She could see them better now. They were both young and muscular. Not much older than her. Pretty fine, really. Kyle put the car in gear and pulled away. "Fuck," he breathed. He sat with his gaze fixed on the road. She couldn't see much of his face but his square jaw. She could see his lap, though, and it looked as though he had something for her there. Unless it was the car doing that to him. It was a pretty nice car.

Tim, the one who wasn't driving, reached over and insinuated the tips of his fingers under the edge of her black bra. When his fingers reached her nipple, she gasped. He grew more insistent, and pushed back the cup of her bra. He bent his head and sucked on her nipple, sending waves of desire from her tits down to her pussy. Seeing her arousal, Tim pushed the other cup of her bra down, and sucked at the other nipple.

The car was hurtling down the road. Kyle had all his attention on driving, because they were driving so fast. Megan loved catching brief glimpses of red taillights as they overtook and tore past other cars. Like the other cars were standing still, thought Megan, raising herself up higher to see more. She saw a momentary flash of a face, startled by the brief sight of her mostly naked tits in the window of a two hundred thousand dollar sports car.

Tim licked all over the underside of her tits and sucked at her nipples. She felt electrifying little pulses moving down to her pussy. Even though she'd fucked Sean twice tonight already, she wanted more.

She sank to the floor of the car. She had the sensation of being just inches off the road, hurtling down the highway at who-knows-what speed. She moaned with pleasure and reached for Tim's dick. It felt like a rock, only cloth-covered. She unzipped his fly and stuck her hand though the opening. Her hand found hot, hot skin covering hard, hard flesh. She took his cock out of his pants and kept stroking it.

The vibrations of the floor of the car made her ass and her pussy tingle. She wished he could reach some aching part of her. She really wished he could reach it with his thick hard cock. Megan moved her head toward his cock and put her lips over the head. She licked a drop of moisture from the tip, and flicked her tongue over the seam on the underside. Then she started to suck it in earnest, her head bobbing up and down. He groaned loudly. "Oh, fuck, yeah! Suck it!"

The car swerved a little bit and then the tires grabbed the road again. Kyle said, "This is no good. I want a piece of this, too." Megan's head was still bobbing up and down on Tim's cock. She was aware of the change in sound and speed, and in the vibrations under her ass. The car must have left the highway and turned up an exit ramp, she thought. Soon they came to a stop. There was a golf course on the other side of a fence.

She'd always wanted to do it with two guys at the same time. But she hadn't had the chance before. You'd think she would have found two guys that were interested before now. Lots were interested in doing it with Megan and another girl. She didn't mind doing that. Frederico liked to watch her with other guys sometimes. But most guys just didn't want to be in a position where they'd have another guy's hard dick to compare themselves to. Unless they were really interested in seeing the other guy's hard dick. And then not so much interested in Megan.

She lifted her head from Tim's cock. It stood there, wet with saliva. This was turning out to be a pretty good night. She felt some uneasiness about what Frederico would think about how extremely late she was going to be. But she pushed that worry down in her mind.

Megan got up off the floor and sat on Tim's lap. "Put the top down," she said to Kyle. Her head would bang against the roof of the car if she tried to sit on their dicks in here.

Tim undid her bra. She shrugged it off. Kyle said, "Those real?"

Before Megan could say anything, Tim said, "Fuck, yeah, they're real. Just feel them." He was rubbing and playing with Megan's tits.

Kyle took the one nearest him and squeezed it. He pinched her nipple. She squirmed around a bit on Tim's thigh. This was driving her crazy. She was so wet, and her pussy throbbed with desire. She reached for Kyle's zipper, turning away from Tim. She was so fucking lucky! This was the third hard cock she'd have in her hands tonight.

She took his cock out. She was mesmerized. It was enormous. Maybe the biggest one she'd ever seen. Thick and red and hot as flames. When Megan put her hand on it, it twitched so hard it sprang away from her.

Tim's dick was still standing there, and she closed her hand around it again. Now she had one man's cock in each hand. She closed her eyes. She could hardly believe how exciting this feeling was. She'd never had two men's cocks in her hands at the same time. Both were as hard as iron. They were thrusting as hard as they could into Megan's hands. For the moment. She couldn't wait till they were thrusting hard into something else.

Megan thought of how different their cocks would feel fucking her. The thought aroused her more, and she flushed. Fuck, she couldn't wait. After the workover she'd had from Sean earlier, she looked forward to the exhausted, used feeling she'd have after two more cocks had filled her pussy. They'd stretch her wide open.

Kyle's hand moved down to her leg. He thrust two fingers under the edge of her stocking. His thumb rubbed her shaved pussy through her silk g-string. She bent her leg and lifted it over the gearshift toward Kyle. She leaned back against Tim, who was still playing with her breast. She spread her legs. Kyle moved the little scrap of transparent, soaked fabric aside. He put two fingers into her. "Oh, fuck," he groaned. "So hot and tight."

She slipped off her useless wet knickers. She threw them over the edge of the car. "Shit, I'll never find those again in the dark. Oh, well." That would be a little treat for somebody tomorrow. Now she was naked except for the skirt bunched up around her waist. She was a little treat for these cops right now.

And both of them were focused on her naked wet cunt. She was burning with lust. Her pussy was so wet, and hot to the touch. Kyle thrust his fingers into her again, and moved them in and out. Tim rubbed her clit. She'd done a lot of dirty things in her life. Doing dirty things for Frederico was how she got this terrific car. But she'd never done anything as bad as this. Mostly naked, sitting in the passenger seat of her car while two gorgeous cops played with her pussy.

She wanted one of them-both of them-to fuck her. She wondered what it would be like to have them fuck her at once, one in her pussy and one in her ass. Her pussy clenched at the thought, sending a little thrill through her. She thought that kind of double-teaming wouldn't be easy in a teensy sports car like this. They'd have to take turns. That thought made her pussy clench, too. She was just a dirty girl. She never got enough.

"Hey," said Tim. "Finish what you started."

Megan moved from his lap. She slid down between his legs onto the floor again. She opened her mouth and fit it round the fat head of his cock. She sucked it and ran her lips over the ridge. At the same time she cupped his big shaved balls in her hand. While she played with his balls, she took his whole cock deeper into her mouth. She moved her head up and down. "Oh, yeah," he said. He grabbed her head and forced it down further, forcing his cock further into her throat. She choked and spluttered.

When he was in her mouth as deep as he could get, he held on to the sides of her head, fucking her face. She still gagged on his cock once in a while. She was still holding his balls and she felt them get tighter and harder and hotter. He said, "Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I'm going to come in about twenty seconds; this feels so fucking good."

He thrust harder and harder. His cock started to convulse. Jet after jet of hot thick jizz spurted into her mouth. It overflowed her mouth and ran down her chin. His cock kept on pulsing and throbbing, shooting more come into her mouth. The pulses were slower now, and she felt as though she could breathe again.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned. "Oh, fuck."

Megan lifted her head from Tim's depleted cock. She smiled up at Kyle in the driver's seat. Her lips were still wet with Tim's come.

Kyle held out his arms and said, "Come on, then." Megan stood up and wiped her mouth. He helped her over the seats to the back of the car. He guided her to a position where she was bent over the back of the car onto the trunk.

Almost immediately, she felt his monster cock battering at the entrance of her pussy, pushing at her slippery lips. At last the tip slipped into her wet hole. He groaned loudly, "Oh, fuck."

He pushed it in bit by bit. Megan felt split in half down the middle. He was still easing his cock into her with short sharp strokes. She felt him slide the head into her. She felt stretched by just the few inches he had in her, and wondered if the whole thing would even fit.

"Oh, fuck, so tight and hot." He sounded as though he was climbing a mountain, instead of pushing his big weapon of a cock into her tight little pussy. "It's like a hot little virgin cunt." She couldn't believe he said that. It seemed like an awfully a long time since she'd been a virgin. She sure as fuck wouldn't be this good at it if she were still a virgin.

He was driving into her fully now. He stroked in and out, using every inch he had, filling her up, stretching her, giving her tickly little thrills though her thighs and her pussy and her ass. She looked around again. Kyle was watching his cock disappear into her. His eyes were riveted to the sight of his huge dick plunging in and out of her tight pussy.

"Oh, yeah. Ram that thing into me."

He fucked her faster and harder. Her tits were pressed against the cold metal of the trunk of the car. Her pussy was so hot she thought it would burst into flames from the slippery friction of his cock pounding her. "Hot little bitch. Is this how you got that car?"

"Pretty much," Megan said, before she could think better of it. He laughed. She didn't care. Every second was full of sensation. The cold metal, the leather of the seats, Kyle's hot flesh against hers, his searing cock hammering into her. "Woo-hoo!" She slapped her open palms on the trunk of the car. "This is so — fucking — great!"

"Yeah!" Kyle shouted as he pounded into her. Both of them were fucking with every bit of strength in them. Megan loved to feel pounded and bruised. She felt the beginnings of tiny little tremors. Shivers up the back of her thighs. Her toes curled.

"Oh, yeah. Come all over my cock, bitch."

Her pussy, her whole fucking body, throbbed with wave after wave of pleasure. Her cunt clenched onto his cock, squeezing it in spasms. "Oh, fuck!" It went on and on, the surges of sensation like pyrotechnic flashes.

The feeling of her orgasm got to Kyle. He groaned, "Oh, fuck." His cock started convulsing and jerking. He thrust in to her with each pulse, and groaned. Spurts and jets of hot come hit against the walls of her pussy. He collapsed on her.

In a little while, Megan got out of the car and opened the boot. She put on some clothes she kept there. Some lace knickers, a red bra. She took out a pair of jeans and a tank top. "Is it illegal to drive barefoot?" she asked Kyle.

"I don't know. I'd probably pull you over anyway."

"I'll keep it in mind." She smiled.

She drove the cops back to their cruiser. She'd have to remember to drive too fast along this stretch of highway again.