Lover's Lane

The music pumped life through the club, beating out rhythm, pouring out both desire and release all at once. The band breathed energy and soul into the sound, and every note cascaded into the crowd, drawing out cries of excitement and pushing the mass of sweating bodies into wild revelry. They were good, and though just a cover band, they brought into their music a touch that was uniquely either own, even if the words were not. They had been playing for hours with minimal breaks, and they were still full of vigor - they fed off the crowd's energy and pushed it back out through their playing.

They were entertaining in themselves; the singer, quite an attractive man in his early twenties, danced about on stage and sang to his audience, not just at them. He engaged, especially the mob of college girls that swarmed the front of the stage. But he wasn't the only ones - the guitarists came to forefront and pushed their souls through their instruments and out into their music. They were high off the rush of playing before their fans, and it showed in everything they did. The band was personable as a collective, and that endeared them even more to the listeners at Cormins.

But truly, she was the center of attention at night, and even the band had a hard time not focusing their eyes on her as she swayed and undulated to the music. A little on the short side, she was about a head smaller then her date. Her golden hair swished through the air when she flicked her head, sending the luscious mane gliding across his shoulders and chest as she darted into him, and then back away. She wore a loose white blouse, only two buttons - one just above her abdomen and the one right above that, just below her cleavage - actually clasped, and despite the loose fit, those buttons strained at times to remain closed. She wasn't wearing a bra under that blouse, and her tits, bouncing freely as she danced, put those buttons to the test. It wasn't a very opaque cloth, and when her heaving boobs pressed against the material, her hard, pink nipples showed right through, giving all around her a sample of her beautiful, fleshy charms. Her sleek legs were accented by the high-heeled leather ankle boots she wore, but how she was able to move so smoothly and freely with heels of that length and thinness was a mystery to all who watched her. A tight, thin black leather skirt hugged her thighs well above the knees, which only further baffled her audience as to how she could seemingly move so freely when seeming so tightly confined in her clothing. Her scarlet lips flickered between mirth and seductive concentration as she moved in beautiful rhythm to the music; her piercing blue-gray eyes, however, never waived in the display of raw bliss as she pumped her body and flowed her flesh against him. Her tan skin glistened in the heat of her dancing, giving her a warm, inviting glow.

Lovely as she was, and she was gorgeous, there was more to her that captivated the senses then just her looks. It was raw, primal - something that stirred the animal in others. Something palatable and yet so unquantifiable that it could not be described, only felt. As tempting as sin and addictive as vice, and yet as glorious as an angel, she exuded raw desire. There were few in that club that, when their eyes graced her, did not want her.

He was not as graceful, not as sensual in his dancing, but he moved with wanton joy and abandon. When they moved in time, in rhythm, they were as one body flowing liquidly together with the music, and her presences accentuated everything about him. His dark hair seemed almost black next to her radiant glow, and his broad shoulders and thick build appeared even more mammoth as her smaller body pressed up against him. When he engulfed her in his arms, she disappeared from view, concealed within his grasp. His shirt was tighter across his chest then her billowy blouse, and yet his neat slacks held more movement than her tight leathers. They were amazing contrast, but looked so right together that no one made a move to try to come between them or flirt one away from the other.

The danced for hours, he breaking only long enough to grab another drink or two for them from the bar, leaving her alone to shine on the floor without him. For hours, they went, pressing sweat from their skin as they worked their bodies through the frenzy of motions, keeping with the music. And for hours, they were watched, adored, envied, and desired. They were not oblivious to this attention, but it didn't matter much either, for both were there with the one they most wanted; the eyes of the crowd meant little more than a thrill of being watched. It added a spice to every kiss and a gentle rush to every movement.

When he leaned and whispered in her ear, and she nodded in acquiescence to his suggestion and they, as a pair, moved off the dance floor and out toward the door, there was a ripple of disappointment, a pang of loss in the club. Indeed, the lights dimmed, somehow, and the music did not have the same raw emotion when she was not thrusting in time to it. The night, while not destined to last much longer anyway, had been dealt the fatal blow at the loss of the couple, and now it simply lingered on to die slowly and in pain for those who were left, longing.

The cool night breeze was intoxicating against their sweaty skin. Her hair floated behind her head, and her blouse was blown tight against her skin, becoming translucent as it clung to her sweaty body, though the tails flapped freely in the breeze. She was all smiles as she clung to his arm, savoring the feel of him.

They walked in silence, not needing to speak the words in their hearts because each knew the other could already hear the soundless whispers. In minutes they were in his car, the top down to keep the breeze gliding along their hot flesh, and he roared through the city lights, music pumping from his speakers to keep the high going. She relieved the pressure that strained her two blouse buttons, and the top blew wide open, exposing her naked torso to the world as they zoomed from one street light to the next. She reveled in the freedom and euphoria of exposure; it thrilled her, not only to be seen, tits bouncing from the car's motion and nipples hard in the cool wind, but also the delicious sensation of being unrestrained: to have her nakedness caressed by the air, to have her sweat and heat wiped from her body by the forced of nature. It was a delight, and she couldn't help but grin and laugh.

They were not confined to the city for long, they were pulling out of the lights and stop signs, heading out for the open roads where he gunned the engine up to 70, to 80, to 90 - the wind roared through the car, and she hiked up her dress higher and higher to expose more flesh to the excited air. Soon the black leather skirt was bunched around her waist, revealing smooth shaven skin unhindered by clothing. She spread her legs as wide as the stick shift and car door would allow, moaning in delight as the wind swept across her body.

She was deliberate in her motion, knowing she had his attention and was performing for his enjoyment as well as her own; her hand slid down the slick, sweating skin, gliding easy across her tits, pausing only a moment to knead and tease the flesh and pinch her nipple between her fingers. Her hand slid on, downwards, across her flat tummy and downwards still, until her searching digits discovered the bare mound of pink flesh between her legs. She sucked in a deep breath when she made contact with the hot, wet flesh - God, it felt so good to be touched! She did not need to embellish, her pleasure was sincere and it elicited joyous moans and sighs as she stroked, slowly, her swollen sex, stirring up her lust and desire with every passing second.

She didn't know where he was taking her, and it didn't matter. Her eyes were closed; she could feel the power of the engine thrusting the car forward and the touch of wind against her sweat slicked skin, but even those were fading to the sensation her hand stirred within her body. She let her ecstasy roll in and out, like waves on the beach crashing down and then retreating again to the sea. She pushed herself to the breaking point - one more step and she would be there! - and then pulled herself back from the brink, knowing that now was not the time.

She was flushed red with heat and passion when the car finally stopped. She opened her eyes to see the lights of the city rolling out beneath her, like a wondrous expanse of twinkling gems. The bluff had always offered a spectacular view of the lights - a sea of stars both above and below. It was breathtaking.

But they were not alone - not on a Friday night like tonight, when the moon was bright and the sky was clear. Cars were parked all long the side of the road, and only a precious few passengers where there to enjoy the view. Most were huddled in the backseats of their vehicles, exploding the bodies of their partners - maybe slowly, nervously for the first time, or fiercely, fueled by the animalist passion and desire motivated by uncontrolled lust.

He opened his door and got out of the car, but not to move to the back seat; no, no that would never do, to be cramped in the backseat of his convertible. She had no delusions about it, either, exiting the car just as he had, though she stripped of her shirt completely and tossed it back onto the front seat. She strolled, topless, her skirt still around her waist, and joined him in front of his car. They met, their bodies coming together blissfully in a kiss of desire. Of passion and love. He leaned in to her, drawing her close and tight in his embrace, crushing her tits into his chest as he hugged her against his body. He lifted off her feet, and gentle set her down on his car hood.

She broke the kiss first, having to turn her eyes down and shift her position to get her hands to his pants to unleash his thick cock from the confines of his pants. She struggled only a moment with his zipper before it was out and in her hands, and she moaned with delight to feel the pulsing heat in her grasp. His dick was already completely hard and ready, so she leaned back on the hood, her hands grapping his shoulders to pull him down on top of her.

He chuckled at her impatience, but complied with her silent plea to be filled with his member. He guided his cock with a steady hand, pausing a moment to wipe up and down along her slick gash, coating his rod with her juices before plunging it fully into the hot depths of her pussy. She sucked in breath, filled so suddenly as she was, but God was it wonderful to have his wholly inside of her again. She had wanted it all night long; even as she dressed to go out, all she could think about was ripping off her cloths and taking his cock inside of her. Feeling it fill her once more.

He pumped into her, fucking her hard and deep, making her moan, loudly, for more. She didn't try to get the attention of the other people parked along side the road, but nor did she let their presence censor her - it was a thrill to be so out in the open, but she did not call any more attention to herself than normal. She was pure, raw, and sexual, but not a performer for other's amusement. This was for her pleasure, and for his.

After some moments of lying on her back on the hood as he fucked her, he stood, and pulled her to her feet. Turning her to face the car, he bent her over and slid his cock into her fuck hole from behind. Keeping her legs wide, she held her body up with her arms. He reached around her, cupping her hanging tits in his hands; he mauled her soft flesh with his fingers, using his hold on her to help him thrust harder and deeper into her body.

She struggled to keep upright as his body pounded into hers, all the while calling out her pleasure and desire for more. Her words flew fast and heavy into the night sky, and she could see some faces in the windows of other cars, other eyes upon her. They watched and they listened to her words, to her sudden new request that she called out as though her very life depended on it.

He, smiling, slid his cock from her dripping snatch. She lowered her face to the hood of the car to free up her hands so she could peel open her butt cheeks and reveal the object of her request, the place of her desire. He grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him as he leaned his weight against her, his cockhead spearing the tight circle of her anus as she moaned out one long, low pulse of absolute pleasure. Her voice rose as he sunk deeper and deeper inside of her, crying out lustfully, of her penetration, reveling in her depravity all the while heedlessly declaring her act of sodomy to her audience. Had she any thought to look, she would have seen more eyes upon her, now, as her audience grew. Some of those eyes held envy, and other disgust, but they were upon her and devouring the scene.

He was not gentle, nor did she want him to be. It was his power and savagery that excited her so, and having him take her with little regards to her comfort actually made it more pleasurable. Had he been slow, and soft, and gentle, taking his thick tool might have been uncomfortable, at worst, a little painful at first; but with his force and strength, her shithole absolutely ached under the abusive assault, and it felt divine!

His cock thrust hard and deep in her shitter, fucking her bowels, feeling the hot mass inside of her body engulfing his shaft. She was full, and he was packing it deep inside of her, but his own member was turning brown and slick with the mess, and the sludge collected around her hole and spread around her ass. She felt so full, so deliciously, wonderfully full that her eyes rolled back in her head as she cried out with delirious pleasure. She stopped prying her ass apart, and instead pressed her cheeks together, smooshing her shit and his coated cock, making a complete mess of her own ass.

He stopped thrust, and just pushed in, burying his tool as deep inside her rectum as he could, and he gave her his command. She shivered with delight at the words, and biting her lip to contain her pleasure, she bore down and push at the thick mass inside of her, urging it out through her abused and still-stuffed hole. He held her hips tight, and with every muscle in his body, held her in place against him, making sure that the movement in her bowel could not displace his cock.

She grunted and pushed hard, and harder still, until, at last, with cry of relief and delight, her shit flooded past the unmoving plug that was his cock (which made his shudder with pleasure to feel the hot, sticky mass swarming against and around his dick) and squeezed out the sides, stretching her shit hole even more. It came out quickly, but in thin ribbons that sprayed out from her ass cheeks, onto her skin and his clothing, though neither seemed to care about stains.

She could only get a little out before she could push no longer, and as soon as the force behind it was gone, he pulled his cock from the mess in her rectum. It was thickly coated in a shell of brown feces, reeking of filth. There was little flesh on his cock that was not covered in brown lumps of shit.

She knew what he wanted her to do, and she longed for the vile, revolting act with ever once of her body. As soon as his dick was out of her, she spun and squatted down so that his cock was level with her face. She breathed in the earthy aroma of her own foulness, and her mouth and pussy alike watered with excitement. One hand grasped his cock at the base of his shaft, while the other dropped down under her ass. Her hole would not close quickly, not after the fucking it had just received, and with her bowels full of shit, there was no way some of it would not just fall right out, unhindered. Rather than let it be wasted, her shit fell into her open palm, lump after lump tumbling from her well used hole. She loved the way that felt, when her sphincter could no longer work to hold in her shit, no matter how she might try. She was not in control of her body - it was total abandonment, and it was wonderful.

She was careful to keep her mouth wide as she lowered her lips down his cock. She didn't let any of it touch until he was fully inside of her, and then she closed her lips around his dirtied shaft, so that every bit of her mouth was filled at once with the disgusting flavor of her own shit. Her first climax hit her at that moment, as it usually did, and as her body shock and her muscled clenched from the pleasure, another load crap escaped from her hole into her hands, furthering her joy.

She sucked hard on his member, and slowly drew her mouth back, making sure to collect as much of the mess as she could with her lips. He was moaning his pleasure, which made her happy to hear, as she collected in her mouth a pile of filth. And then she switched hands, moving her clean one down to collect her feces while the other spread the handful across his shaft, once more coating him with crap. She didn't clean it this time, but instead stood, and turned back away from him, presenting him with her smeared ass. Her lips and cheeks were a mess with foulness, and her mouth was still full of a soft, dissolving mass that she sucked and chewed.

The faces in the cars were now, almost unanimously looks of utter revulsion, and some people were scrambling to their front seats and driving off, trying to avoid the assault to their senses the scene before them was creating. But there were a few, just a small few, who gazed on intrigued, enthrall, enraptured, thought this was not a look mirrored by the partnering face in the car, sadly for them that were inspired by this scene.

He did not enter her ass again, but instead returned his cock to her cunt and forced the shit-smeared rod into the soppy hot hole. She grunted with pleasure, nearly shouting and spraying his car-hood with the shit in her mouth, but she managed to contain it. She lowered herself onto her elbows and kneed her tits with her shitty hands, spreading the mess around her chest and stomach. It smeared like cream, coating her tan skin with brown, reeking mud. She made a mess of her skin, of her body and face, spreading it across her cheeks and mouth. She covered as much of her as she could, and then reached down to her cunt. She ground her palm against her clit as he fucked her box with his befouled member. Her juices where thick and brown, dissolving her shit and spewing it back out, liquefied. She continued spreading the mess around her crotch and her thighs, hips and ass until everything above her knees as just coated in the putrid slime, and the couple were surrounded in a miasma of foul-smelling air.

She started shitting again, uncontrolled, but when she felt her latest turd pressing through her shitter, she pushed hard, letting it crush out of her ass and against his humping thighs. He stopped fucking and pulled out to collect her latest gift on his cock. When she was finished expelling this soft, runny mass onto his dick, he spun her around again, and was on top of her. She was laying back-down on his car, once more, and his cock was pushing inside her filthy pussy, adding this new shit to the foulness already stirred inside of her.

His chest pressed against hers, and her shit-smeared body left dark brown stains on his shirt. He kissed her with all the lust and passion that coursed through his veins, all the love and eagerness that lived within his soul; his tongue darted into the dark heat of her mouth, tasting the vile fluids she still had stored within. It was liquid, now, and most of it swallowed, but still a shallow pool remained around her tongue, between her teeth, flavoring her kiss was bitter, greasy revulsion that made his body shake with pleasure and desire. The flavor, her flavor, was so familiar to him, and such a delight. He loved the way she tasted, all of her. And no elixir was more potent than what he found in her now. Their bodies pumped hard and heavy, each moving in perfect unison in this dance of lust and desire and ecstasy, and their tongues probed deep and hard, mimic the wild union of their bodies.

It was a conscious effort on his part to do it, and when his chest heaved the first time, she grabbed his head and neck with her hands and held tight to keep their mouths locked tight. He heaved again, and a third time before his body responded as he wanted, and his stomach lurched and expelled its contents. They clung to each other as though their lives depended on them staying connected, and he spewed his vomit into her waiting, loving mouth. It was more than she could contain, and the eruption forced the acidic mixture down her throat and out from their lips, but mostly they held their kiss tight. Once roused, the quivering in his stomach continued, and time and again his body heaved out more and more.

After the first couple hurls, her mouth full and throat full and unable to swallow it down fast enough to keep up, she released him, and lowered herself down to receive his precious gift, first right in the face, and then across her tits and stomach.

Her hands where wild, spreading the mess across her shit-slicked skin. The vile, reeking ooze pooled between her legs, dammed in her crotch by his pumping thighs. It splattered across her cunt, and his fucking cock drove his puke into her already fouled cunt, adding the disgusting soup inside her body. Her mouth full, her body as putrid as it could be, and her cunt stuffed with filth, they both reached the limit of their endurance, and screaming out their love, they came one after the other.

It took several long minutes for their bodies to calm from the rush of ecstasy that had swarmed them, but in the moments that followed, they slowly drew apart and stood, letting the mess fall to the ground. They stood, face to face, looking into each others eyes, eyes full of desire and pleasure and utter happiness. They were smiling, and they came together to kiss and embrace once more.

They stood in the open air for a while, enjoying the aftermath of their passion fucking, and taking pleasure in each other's company. There was, at this point, only one car left along rode, and it shook wildly from side to side, and the sounds of the couple within rose into the air.

At last, they got into his convertible together, befouled as ever, and drove off towards home.