Passed Around Like a Bottle of Booze
Passed Around Like a Bottle of Booze
By billy69boy
I loved the holiday season alright, but part of me dreaded going home for break. I enjoyed seeing my old friends and my family, but now that I had a taste of freedom and independence living on campus, I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to want to get out of there as soon as possible.
Mostly it was my parents. I know they meant well, but they just had a way of driving me crazy without really even trying. So, I wasn’t surprised that it only took me half a day at home before I excused myself after lunch and mumbled something about visiting friends. I drove around town for a while enjoying the snow covered trees and lawns and the usual decorations that adorned the downtown streets and local businesses. But I was frustrated and antsy, and I knew I needed some peace and quiet away from all the hustle and bustle of the shoppers and the holiday music blaring from so many stores. I needed nature.
There was a park in the woods a few miles down the road that I hadn’t been to in ages. I pictured the trees covered in snow and the peacefulness of the dampened sounds of boots crunching quietly along the snow packed trails. I was feeling better already. When I arrived in the lot, there were a few cars parked there, but I didn’t see anyone around. I stepped out and noticed that the early afternoon sun had warmed the air enough so that I left my heavy coat behind. The main trail disappeared into the woods and followed the river, so I figured that was the trail head. I started to walk back there to enjoy the solitude, but noticed that I kept crossing paths with guys who seemed to be coming and going from the woods. The way they looked at me made me feel like I was a bit out of place, but I ignored them and kept walking deeper into the woods. I came to a small clearing, and I thought it odd that a man was standing still, partially obscured by a tree. I figured he was relieving himself, so I just kept walking. I tried not to make eye contact, but I couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of what he was doing. He had his cock out, alright, but he wasn’t pissing: as I walked closer and passed by, I realized he was stroking it.
I stopped immediately; completely captivated. He saw me staring and he just kept stroking. I stood there and watched him, thinking he was an exhibitionist. It was amusing in a rather perverse sort of way. He really caught me off-guard. We didn’t say much to each other, but I knew I wore a twisted grin on my face as it suddenly felt warm and flushed.
There was something about the way he looked at me, like he knew I was a slut, and he fed off that and it was a turn on to me. I could clearly see the lust in his piercing eyes as I was drawn closer to him. I thought I would just give him a quick hand job, just for the excitement of it. I figured it would take a couple of minutes and we would be on our way, but things started to get out of hand in a hurry.
I was close enough to him by then that he was able to reach out and grab my wrist and wrap my hand around his considerable girth. My fingertips couldn’t touch my thumb, and I kind of swooned, feeling my legs turn to jelly. I took over where he left off, and I began to stroke his stiff shaft slowly and steadily. That left his hands free and he placed one on each of my shoulders. I could feel them tense up under his firm grip. In no time, he slid his hands down my arms and before I knew it he was cupping my breasts over top of my hoodie. My breathing increased and I could feel my face turn even redder, both from embarrassment and excitement. I started stroking him harder and faster as he unzipped my sweatshirt and began fondling my chest in earnest. At that point, I knew I had no control of the situation. I couldn’t exactly say no after voluntarily stopping and watching him masturbate; not to mention offering him a hand job.
Neither one of us spoke as the scene unfolded. I did have a moment of panic as I allowed myself to consider how dangerous it was to be in this situation. Here I was getting sexual with a perfect stranger deep in the woods, with only the sound of the river gurgling in the background. By then, I could feel the dampness in my panties, and I knew there was no turning back. I admit, I wanted it, but I was kind of vague about just what it was that I wanted.
I stroked him with even more enthusiasm as he ran his hands under my shirt and pulled it up to my neck. He ripped my bra apart with ease and with the sudden rush of cold air; I could feel my breasts hardening and my nipples stiffening. He started kneading my firm tits and rolling my erect nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. His bold act was at once frightening and exhilarating. The rougher he handled them; the harder I pumped his cock. I could feel my knees trembling uncontrollably as he reached up and took my head in his beefy hands. He rubbed the sides of my face and he briefly wrapped his fingers around my neck with authority, but he didn’t squeeze or try to choke me. I guess he was sending me a kind of warning to forget about resisting, if that was what I might be considering.
I was okay with everything so far: right up to the point of feeling the pressure of his hands pushing down on the top of my shoulders. My heart skipped a beat, as I finally realized that this guy wasn’t content with a simple hand job. He pushed harder and I got his message loud and clear: I slowly dropped down to my knees, barely feeling the chill of the snow on my legs through my jeans. I wasn’t too happy with his particular style, but truth be told, I loved what I saw staring me in the face.
I loved sucking cock. I loved everything about it: teasing the head with my hot tongue, running it up and down the hard shaft, licking balls and then sucking the whole thing into my mouth. I could do a pretty decent deep throat job as long as the cock wasn’t too big. And I loved squeezing the man’s butt cheeks as I worked my oral magic. And the cum…I felt like it was my reward for a job well done. As much as I loved swallowing it, I was just as fine taking the warm cream on my face or feeling it spurt all over my tits, if that’s what the man wanted.
For the first time, the guy finally made a sound. It was kind of a grunt and a groan all at once. His hands naturally gravitated to my head as he intertwined his fingers in my long brown hair, and I braced for the face fucking I knew he would insist upon. Sure enough, he began to pull my mouth closer to his pelvis and with each thrust he definitely tried to bury his cock down my throat. I pushed my hands against each of his legs as hard as I could but I was powerless to stop his insistent thrusting. But in the end his shaft was just too big for me to swallow it all. He kept at it for a few more minutes, but finally he pulled out of my mouth, leaving me choking and gasping for air. My eyes were blurred from the tears, and the mascara staining my cheeks must have looked horrid.
He seemed frustrated and impatient with me and he put his hands under my arms and lifted me up onto my feet. I put my hands on his shoulders to get my balance and he took the opportunity to push my sweatshirt back off my shoulders and pulled it down in the back so far that my arms ended up helplessly trapped at my sides. My shirt was still up around my neck. He finished by ripping the straps of my bra apart until there was nothing left of it, and he threw the pieces in the snow. He squeezed my now vulnerable boobs and sucked on them not too gently as he stroked his cock to maintain his erection.
I felt something cold on his left hand and I couldn’t figure out what it was at first. I looked down at the breast he was mauling and saw his wedding band flash in the sunlight. Well how nice, I thought to myself. His wife must be so proud. I looked closely at his face and guessed that he was probably somewhere in his mid-forties or so. Hah…he probably had c***dren my age, or even older than me.
My detective work disappeared once he unbuckled my belt and undid the top button of my jeans. I knew he had no plans of stopping, but I was still shocked when in no time he had my zipper down and his hand in my panties. At first, I wanted to push him away, but I knew I loved the feel of his calloused fingers probing my shameless pussy.
For the first time, he uttered more than a moan or groan:
“So fucking wet! You are a fucking little slut aren’t you?”
He completely startled me, putting together a whole string of words like that. Ironically, I was speechless. I just looked down at the snow on the ground and humbly nodded my head. I was certain then that I would allow this stranger in the woods to do pretty much anything he wanted. He knew it too. He moved in closer and pushed his hand further down into my panties and buried two of his fat fingers deep into my soaked love canal. I opened my legs as wide as my jeans would allow, silently urging him on.
He could see the wanton lust in my eyes, smeared mascara and all. He really went at it, finger fucking me in earnest, but he seemed to get frustrated again, and he yanked his hand back. He grabbed hold of my lacy panties with both hands and ripped them right down the middle, giving him the freedom to do whatever he wanted to my squirming pussy. He grunted in satisfaction and re-planted his boots in the snow before he resumed his finger play. As he now had easy access to my lady bits, he didn’t hold back. He shoved his fingers in and out with abandon. His eyes narrowed menacingly, like a venomous snake ready to strike.
“You like that, don’t you, you little fuckin’ bitch? You like getting your fuckin’ cunt worked over good with my fingers; I can see it in your eyes! Tell me how much you want it, you little whore! TELL ME!”
“I want it! I want you to finger fuck my worthless cunt, mister!”
He redoubled his efforts after being spurred on by my own nasty response. Well, that did it:
I closed my eyes and threw my head back as an incredibly intense orgasm shot through my body. I felt his mouth on my neck, sucking and biting, but I didn’t resist. I could tell he knew he made me cum as my body shook like crazy, and he pulled his hand out of my spasming pussy dripping with my slick juices. For some reason, he started laughing as he shoved his fingers in my mouth, and then wiped them off on my face and tits.
“How’s that taste, slut? I’m sure you’ve tasted your own fuckin’ cum a million times, haven’t you? Fuckin’ degenerate!”
I loved being verbally degraded, don’t ask me why. Being treated like a common street whore was a real turn-on to me. But his next sentence still managed to make me reconsider everything:
“Now I’m gonna fuck that worthless cunt of yours ’til you beg me to stop!”
He grabbed my wrist and marched me over to a downed branch a little bit off the trail. He stood behind me and pulled my jeans down to my knees. He bent me over the log, and pulled down my ripped panties from behind, exposing my most vulnerable parts to his leering view. My arms were still stuck inside the hoodie and they were pressed against my sides, so my vulnerable position was there for the taking. I shuddered as I felt the ice cold snow on the branch come in contact with my bare abdomen. I tried to steel myself for the inevitable, but I was taken aback by his next utterance:
“Hmmm, that sure is a fine behind you got there, girlie. It must be cold out here in the snow, so maybe I’ll warm it up for you.”
While he was talking, I felt him manipulating my jeans, and I figured out what he was up to when he pulled my belt out of the loops, folded it in half, and slapped his palm with it before laughing out loud again. I looked back to confirm my suspicions, and sure enough, he was about to land the first blow on my naked ass, when I thought I saw something move behind him. I couldn’t get a better look because all of a sudden my body was lurching and bucking against the sting of leather on cold flesh.
Luckily, when I had enough I intentionally fell limp and slumped over the branch and he stopped whipping my ass with the belt. He was right about one thing: my cold ass was now hot as hell and red as a beet.
“Now it’s time for the main act,” he declared, as I stole another quick glance behind him. My suspicions were confirmed: there stood another man just on the other side of the trail, cock in hand, watching intently. As far as I knew, my “playmate” was unaware of his presence. I wasn’t about to tell him, as he proceeded to mount me from behind.
As he roughly guided himself into me and began fucking me, I wanted it not to happen, but it felt so good, I couldn’t make myself push away. Despite his generous girth, my well lubricated pussy offered little resistance to his intrusive penetration. In three sharp strokes he was fully inside me, and I heard myself cry out in surprise and pure lust. I thought I would just let him finish and be on my way, but I was getting so turned on.
I’d had plenty of sex even before my college exploits, but I never recalled feeling so full from a real life cock before. To my chagrin, my crying out continued with each deep thrust of his manhood. I was embarrassed because I was almost screaming. I knew it wasn’t a good idea to be screaming uncontrollably out in the deep woods, but I couldn’t help myself. I was already on the verge of another orgasm, and my carrying on only served to embolden him.
As he continued to thrust into me, I managed to look back and I noticed that his eyes were shut with his head held high, like a frog on a rock, soaking up the sun. I smiled and turned back around to get ready for his end game. That’s when I realized the man standing behind him had disappeared from view. At first I was relieved, but I quickly became apprehensive: where did he go? What was his plan?
I didn’t have to wonder for very long. He was right in front of me, walking towards us, still proudly fondling his erection and wearing a guilty grin. He stopped about three feet in front of my face and he seemed content to just stand there stroking and assessing the situation. He watched as my body lurched towards him repeatedly. Mr. Married Man must have still had his eyes closed because he made no gesture that would indicate he knew the man was there. In the meantime, I felt pretty awkward, getting pounded relentlessly for the newcomer’s viewing pleasure.
Finally none of that mattered, because I could feel my orgasm getting ready to erupt as Ring Man increased his tempo. But it wasn’t to be, because the second man interrupted our reverie:
“Excuse me, hello?”
My ecstasy abruptly vanished, as everything came to a screeching halt.
“WHAT! WHO?” was his best response.
“Yes, kind sir! I was just wondering if I could join in the holiday festivities,” he asked as he stepped towards my head, cock in hand and at the ready.
“Well, yes, I suppose so. I’m sure this little school girl slut has plenty for everyone!”
I didn’t even have a moment to think about what had just happened when I felt my head held steady and a stiff cock shoved into my mouth. I gasped and choked, more in surprise than anything else, but I quickly recovered and tried to accommodate him as best as I could. When his left hand reached down and grabbed ahold of my chin, I felt a sudden cold rush on my neck. I figured out right away what it was: yet another wedding band. I don’t know why that surprised me, but it did. I also realized he was well into his fifties, or older, and I wondered if he had granddaughters my age. And here they were, both spending the afternoon out in the snow filled woods filling this young “slut” with their cum. I snapped back to reality when I heard:
“SWITCH!”
Footsteps immediately scuffled around in the snow until I found myself struggling again with the big cock in my mouth as I accommodated the newcomer in my pussy. I sort of resisted that part, but not really that hard. I didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of knowing I wanted it like that, but by then, he already knew what a slut I was. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t stop myself from cumming, and it was pretty loud and obvious even though I didn’t want to get off with him inside me.
I guess my unbridled verbal announcement of my ensuing orgasm was his tipping point, because he gripped my naked hips and slammed into me at a surprising pace for such an old man. I could feel his hot seed being pumped deep into my pussy, and we ended up coming together.
“OPEN!”
I had no time to be philosophical because Big Cock Man pulled my head towards his throbbing shaft as I opened my mouth wide. He proceeded to pound my mouth with abandon as he unleashed his climax that had been building for all this time. I managed to swallow as much as I could, but he finally pulled out when I started gagging, and he pumped the rest of his load onto my tits. He rubbed his cock all over my face and mixed his semen with my running mascara, and he couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.
“Lick my fuckin’ cock clean, cunt! You know you want to!” He was right, I did want to and I did lick him clean.
“Hey! Lick mine too!” the older man insisted as he pulled his semi-erect member out of my well used pussy. I eagerly complied.
“Wow, you really are a hot little cum slut, aren’t you?” he exclaimed. I could only look down humbly, neither agreeing nor denying his observation.
Having been drained of their essential juices as well as their energy, they straightened their clothes, zipped up their pants and headed down the trail towards the parking lot, without so much as a look or a word of acknowledgement in my direction. I managed to wrestle myself to my feet and free my captive arms from my hoodie. As I got my panties and jeans situated, I slowly made my way back to my car with soaked ripped panties, as I felt cum leaking out of me. It kind of turned me on for some reason. I guess I was proud of myself for holding my own with them.
It was a rather arduous trek. It didn’t feel like I had walked this far on my way into the woods, but it sure seemed to take me a long time to get back to my car. The adrenaline and excitement of my adventure began to wane with each step I took. I could feel some blood in my mouth, as my upper lip got cut by my front teeth; such was the rough cock sucking that I had endured from both men. I gradually became aware that my jeans clung to my knees and lower legs from kneeling in the snow while I was getting fucked. I wondered how I would explain my wet clothes when I got home.
By the time I reached the parking lot, the sun had dropped considerably and the sky had turned an ominous steel gray. I was surprised to see the lot empty except for my car and one other car that was parked next to mine. I thought it a bit odd, but my focus was still on my experience in the deep woods.
As I fumbled for my car keys, I heard the electric window go down beside me:
“Excuse me?”
I turned around toward the voice.
“Can you help me?”
I took a few steps over towards the open window. I could barely make out the person in the driver’s seat, so I moved a little closer.
“Are you in college?” he asked.
“Yes I am,” I answered proudly. In a flash, I felt him reach out and grip a handful of my hair as the window slowly began to go up. I tried to pull back, but he was too strong. I’m only 5 foot 3 and I don’t weigh much, so in a matter of seconds, my head was trapped in his window, and only my tiptoes touched the snowy ground. I struggled to breathe at first, as the top of the window dug into my throat, preventing me from escaping.
“You can scream all you want, but there’s no one around that will hear you,” he said.
“They told me that you were a screamer,” he explained as he slid over to the passenger seat and got out of his car, with my head hopelessly trapped between the window and the top of the door. I could hear his boots scrunching the now re-frozen snow underneath his steps. I was helpless to move; I was scared and excited all at once.
I felt his hands all over my body. He sniffed my hair and tried to kiss my neck, but I resisted as best as I could, considering my position.
“They told me you were a spunky little school girl,” he laughed.
So, I got set up by the old married fuckers, I thought. Well, at least this guy was younger: maybe he was single too, I laughed to myself. But I was in no position to negotiate. When I felt his fingers unbuckling my belt and unzipping my jeans, it was like Déjà vu. I could feel my pussy twitching with anticipation all over again as I felt my jeans being pulled down to my knees. What was left of my panties were torn the rest of the way off. The late afternoon air was colder on my bare skin than it was earlier, but I didn’t take much notice. I was too busy pretending to act like I was resisting his advances, even as I struggled not to cum right away.
I could feel his eager fingers probing between my legs and discovering just how wet I was:
“Wow, you really are a fucking cum slut, just like they said!” he exclaimed.
And then he shocked me with his next act: he knelt down behind me and he gently but firmly squeezed my ass cheeks. He spread them as wide as my jeans would allow, sending a blast of cold air into my moist crack before his hot mouth and his probing tongue warmed me right back up. I groaned in shock and welcomed disbelief. As he licked me I found it even more difficult to hold back, but when his tongue found my wet patch, it was all over. The screams just shot out of my lungs as uncontrollably as the accompanying orgasm. Luckily, I only filled the inside of his car with my screams, and not the entire woods.
I decided that whatever else he had in mind would be just fine with me…
(A special thanks to littlegirllost for her creative storyline and for her contributions to the text.)