This is a continuation of my story, Alarm--part Two. . .
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I started to sob out of fear, humiliation, extreme sexual arousal, and lingering effects of the wine. I had taken my hands off both of their cocks and was covering my face. Nate stopped fingering me and sat up; and I realized the car wasn't moving anymore. It was dark outside; I couldn't tell where we were. Nate leaned over, removed my shoes and pulled my slacks off the rest of the way. "Be quiet!" he said sharply. "Stop crying."
"B-but where are we?" I was attempting to stop my tears so as to comply with his demand, trying to catch my breath; but my state of complete undress and helplessness in front of these two men stunned me. It took me a few minutes of gulping and stifling my sobs before I could stop. My situation seemed overwhelming. This couldn't be happening to me!
"Blackcreek Ridge." It was a state park, seemingly in the middle of nowhere but only about forty-five minutes from my house. Nate got out of the car and stood there, just inside the opened door. He told me to move over to him. I glanced at Rick--he sat at the wheel, watching, not saying a thing. I slid over to the edge of the seat and turned to face Nate, my feet on the ground. I was cold with no clothes on, even though it had been quite a warm day for that time of year. As I wiped the tears off my face with the back of my hands, I was acutely aware of how naked I was and how wet I was between my thighs, and felt disagreeably sordid and messy. Apprehensively, I waited for what was coming next, as Nate stood facing me. He let his jeans fall to the ground and I was confronted with his penis. It stuck out between his thighs like the branch of a tree. "Suck it."
He took my head in his hands and pulled me towards his cock. It slammed up against my lips; it was hard, unyielding. "I know you're good. Rick told me. Take it!"
Oh my God... I thought I'd suffocate, as he held me down on his cock. I tried desperately to lubricate him quickly with my tongue and keep my teeth out of the way, but it was hard, because he was big and thick. He moved my head up and down his shaft at his own pace, but finally let go of me as I got into the rhythm he wanted. "Hold onto me," he ordered. So I did, holding onto his hips, pulling him into my mouth as he stood there moving faster and faster, rapidly pushing his cock in and out of my mouth. I could hear small grunts of pleasure as I worked on him, sucking, partly withdrawing, licking up and around the head and then jamming it all into my mouth again and again. All of a sudden he withdrew and said, "That's it!" and pulled me from the car.
"Turn around!" he ordered, and then he pushed my head down towards the seat with one hand and pulled me into position so he could fuck me from behind, pushing my legs apart with his own. Rick, who still hadn't said anything, turned in his seat, reached over and pulled at my tits, kneading, twisting my nipples, as Nate pushed his cock deep into my pussy. I was still so wet from what he'd been doing to me before, that he entered me easily, filling me up, and shoved his cock into me again and again, so hard and so deep that I slid back and forth on the seat. He finally gave a series of little sighs and a groan, and I felt his load exploding up inside me. He pumped into me a few more times and then just stood there, holding me to him, his hands on my hips, while I waited for him to be done with me. I was exhausted with confusion and apprehension, mixed with some weird undercurrent of sexual arousal and, I don't know how to explain it-- some kind of hopeless undone-ness. My wine-buzz had worn off; and I had to remain where I was, in this humiliating position until Nate let his cock slip out of me.
He wiped himself on the side of my thigh and then let me stand up as he zipped up his jeans. As I straightened up, the cum he'd filled me with came dribbling down my legs. I felt disgusting.
"Get your slacks and put them on", he said. As I leaned over again to get them from the floor of the car, he smacked me sharply on my behind. I jumped and stifled a yelp of pain. "That was real nice. Very good. I have to say--Rick was right about you."
My face burned with embarrassment and shame as he said this; and I was glad it was so dark out. I still had some tissues in my slacks pocket and I wiped myself off as well as I could and dropped them on the ground--feeling vaguely guilty about littering. Why on earth I should have worried about that stupid detail while I was in such a predicament defies explanation; now I wish I'd unobtrusively dropped the messy things in the back of Rick's car instead; but at the time, I wasn't up to it. I pulled up my pants and got in the car. I slipped my shoes on as Nate got in beside me again. He put his hand on the back of my neck. None of us said a thing as Rick started the car and drove out of the parking lot. I think I was in shock, to tell you the truth. I cried silently, and the tears rolled down my face and dripped down my chest as we headed down the road.
Nate said, "NOW what!" But he didn't tell me to stop. Instead, he reached into the back of the car and got my camisole and my jersey and handed them to me, "Here, you can put these back on now."
It was comforting to cover myself up again, and I was grateful that he'd given my clothes back; but he hadn't given me my bra. I assumed it was still in the back of the car. I didn't know where my panties were. But even with my clothes on again, Nate didn't keep his hands off me. He fondled my tits and rubbed my nipples through my shirt. From time to time, Rick would run his hand over my breasts, too. I think they enjoyed the feel of my hard nipples poking up under the smooth fabric of my jersey. Nate flicked them every once in a while; and each time he did it, I cried out at the surprise of it, but also it because it produced a sudden acute twinge of sexual excitement between my thighs. What they were doing kept me in a state of constant arousal; but at the same time I was upset that I'd let myself be affected like this. I had been violated, for God's sake! What was wrong with me? How could I have let myself become so turned on? I was furious with myself because I couldn't understand how I could have just let it happen. Didn't I have any control over my own body? They continued to demonstrate that I obviously didn't, making me gasp and whimper with their groping and fondling. Every once in a while, when they'd leave me alone for a few minutes, I tried to console myself with the hope that perhaps Rick had brought Nate over for some sex with me; and now that he'd finished, they'd just take me home and there wouldn't be much of anything further. Maybe my ordeal would soon be over.
It wasn't.
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Apparently we were headed back to my place. Neither one of them said much; but when we passed a diner, Rick said "I'm starving. How 'bout a pizza?"
Nate agreed. "Drive down here a little further and stop at Pizza D'Vine. They're real quick and they're good." We drove a few minutes longer and Rick pulled into the parking lot of a small shopping center. I noticed there was a liquor store two doors down from the pizza shop.
"Whatcha want on it?" he asked Nate.
"Just regular," he replied. "You want something to drink?" he asked me. I shook my head. I felt sick with misery and a bit sore from the sex Nate had subjected me to. All I wanted was to be left alone.
While Rick was in the shop getting the pizza, Nate just sat there, massaging my neck ... running his hands through my hair. . . and then suddenly he said, "You were real good back there. I wouldn't mind more of that later." I felt a stab of utter despair -- this wasn't going to be over yet. I said nothing, just stared at my hands in my lap or looked straight ahead. I saw Rick emerge from the pizza shop and go into the liquor store; and moments later he came out with a bag. He came over to the car and put it in the back seat. He went back into the pizza place to get the pizza; and when he returned, he asked me to hold the two sodas he'd gotten, put the pizza in the back seat; and we continued on to my place just just a few miles down the road.
When we got inside my house, there was a moment as I was about to disable the alarm, when I absolutely could not remember the numerical sequence. I felt panic rising--as the seconds seemed to race by... and the pre-alert shrilled in my ear. I couldn't think! What if the alarm went off! Would these two think I'd done it on purpose? Would they retaliate in some way? Thank God, I recovered my wits just in time to shut it off, but I was left feeling even more shaky.
We went into the kitchen and Rick put the pizza box on the table and opened it. The aroma filled the kitchen; and for a moment it felt comforting... normal... ordinary. I allowed myself to feel a measure of relief and to think, discounting what Nate had said, that they'd leave after they'd had their fill of pizza. I mechanically got some plates and napkins from the cupboard and set them on the table.
Rick opened a couple beers for them and also a soda for me. I was glad that they weren't going to make me drink any more alcohol. He gestured for me to sit down with them; and I did, wondering if I would be sick to my stomach if I attempted to eat anything. I badly wanted to brush my teeth and rinse my mouth with mouthwash. Nate was about to hand me a slice, but then he hesitated. "Take off your top."
I looked at him, surprised; new alarm replacing my fatigue and counteracting the small relief I'd felt at being home. He was utterly serious, his face a mask of impenetrability. "I want to look at your tits in the light," he said. |
