Thursday, October 01, 2009

Chain Link

The ground crunches beneath my heels as I take furtive steps through the darkness. The sound accompanies the sounds of other feet behind mine, though larger and more dominant. The four of them follow me, my silhouette on the ground obscured by theirs in the light provided by the car’s headlamps behind us.

I slip through the opening of the chain link fence surrounding the construction site and as I’m about to reach the enclosed safety of the partially framed building ahead of me, a strong hand takes hold of my upper arm and a gravelly voice commands,

“No, let’s do it right here.”

Before I have a chance to protest, he pins me to the chain link fence with his powerful body and his hands hold my wrists to the cold metal of the fence. His mouth is on mine in a moment, crushing my lips with his intense kisses, his tongue slithering against mine in a fevered way.

I whimper as his cold hand goes beneath my skirt, up over the woolen stockings on my legs and against the warm cotton of my panties. He smiles at me, a suggestive look in his eye as he rubs against the damp heat of my crotch. It isn’t a moment before his chilled fingertips find their way under the skimpy inch of cloth and into the slippery folds of my cunt. My head rolls back against the fence, a metallic clatter rising from behind me and a small succession of moans emanating from my throat.

I find I’ve forgotten about the others that came along when one of them pulls at the buttons of my coat, trying to free my upper body from its confining, winter apparel. His hands find their way into my coat and blouse before their icy pads find the warm softness of my breasts and ultimately my nipples, the cold shocking them into taut little beads.

I close my eyes as yet another set of masculine hands paws at me, trying to find skin to cling to under all of my layers of clothing. I can feel my wetness sliding out of me, lubricating the rough fondling of my dripping nether parts. My voice doesn’t sound like my own as I speak, my breath visible with my words,

“Oh hell, fuck me now. Please”

A low communal laugh erupts among them as their leader responds,

“Yeah, you are ready you little slut, but first, I think I need a bit of a favor.”

With that, his hands push on my shoulders until I bend to my knees, the snow and rubble beneath chilling and cutting into my skin through the thick woolen thigh high stockings. I hear the familiar zipping sounds in front of my face and close my eyes. His cock inches from my mouth, he tells me to part my lips and be a good girl. As I do I’m offered little time to ready myself before its hot girth is almost down my throat. I choke a little and again the controlled laughter erupts.

I steady myself with my hands locked onto the chain link behind me, my head tipped back and my mouth full of his cock. I allow complete fluidity of my movement as he fucks my throat, saliva rising up and dripping from my stretched lips. I lose myself in the feeling of his thick cock sliding over my tongue and lips, the head of it bumping into the back of my throat. His voice brings me from my thoughts,

“Ok, that’s enough. I want to save my cum for your pussy.”

At that, he pulls me back up, pushes me against the fence and his hand is once again at my wet panties. I shudder as he rips them from my body, the damp fabric falling to the snow between us. He presents more orders, not to me, but to the others,

“Mick, John, hold her arms.”

Two of the men step up and lift my arms against the fence, the first man grabbing my hips and pushing against me with his in the same moment, my legs curl around his body, my ankles touching. I let my head fall back to await the inevitable invasion, but he takes me face in his hand,

“No, look at me little bitch. Look at me while I slide into you.”

I moan at his words and he smiles as he lines the tip of his cock up against my slit, he pauses to look into my eyes and then pushes the thickness of his shaft deep into my cunt. My cry is half pleasure, half pain as he penetrates me, his cock grinding deep until it hits the deepest part of me. A tear slides down my cheek as he begins to fuck me hard against the fence, each thrust bringing a ringing of metal from behind me.

I look at the man behind the one who’s fucking me and see that he’s rubbing his cock with a gloved hand in the folds of his trench coat. When my eyes catch his, he looks down shyly, his hand rubbing slower to try to hide the fact of his self-pleasure.

Why would he have to ashamed of in front of me? I, the girl whose being fucked in the middle of the night against a fence in a construction site in the midst of winter? The thought nearly brings laughter until I feel another wave of pleasure from his throbbing cock slamming into me.

I begin the feel the pressure of the men’s hands that hold me aloft and to the metal links. I look over at one who seems to near to drooling, and I wonder, will he be next to pummel into me?

I shudder and moan and look into his eyes, his thrusts becoming more hurried and rhythmic. I know he’s close to cumming and so I begin to push against him as best I can in rhythm to his thrusting. My eyes bore deep into his and his mouth opens slightly as he shudders and pulses against me, his final pleasure bringing his cum and shooting it into my cunt.

A sound like a hum emanates from my throat as I feel his aftershocks inside of me, his body going somewhat slack where he stands. As he pulls back and away from me, the man on my right catches me in his arms and takes a few steps in the direction of the car, finally placing me on its hood, my hips sitting on the edge of it, my legs opening as his hands part them.

He squares his hips with mine and in no time, his cock is plunging into my sloppy, used cunt. I moan as I’m caught off guard, my legs wrapping around his waist under his coat to try to warm myself as the cold from the metal of the hood creeps through my clothes.

The other three crowd around us, the first is the farthest away, freshly satisfied and in to hurry to have a piece of me, instead he just watches, maybe he smokes. They organize to reposition me, even as the man fucking me continues his thrusting. They slide my shoulders roughly to one side and I realize why when a hard cock is thrust into my mouth. I moan behind the cock in my mouth, trying hard to keep a good rhythm as my cunt is roughly fucked.

I’m surprised by a hand at my cunt, rough fingertips rubbing against my clit as his cock slams deeply inside of me. My jaw aches as the cock fucking my throat pushes more insistently into my mouth. I sigh in pleasure and relief as I feel the final shudders coming from the man at my cunt, he pulls my hips up off the car and slams me hard against him as he cums inside of me. He hangs his head slightly as he tries to recover and in no time, I’m pulled up onto my feet and dragged by the third man to the back of the pick-up truck parked next to us.

He sits on the edge of the lowered back of the truck, lifting me with him onto his lap, my knees on either side of him. His cock stabs up and into me, my breath taken away as it invades my now sore and swollen slit. I wrap my arms around his neck to brace myself and keep from falling backwards. Again, the others are behind us, watching as I ride the man’s cock, my cunt aching as I feel his cock plunge into the cum and wetness inside of me. I moan and warm with my exertions, his hands on my hips quickening my motions. I hear a voice behind me,

“I’m not waiting for him to be done. I hope she’s not too delicate to handle a little more.”

At his words, the others laugh, even the one I’m riding and in moments I feel his chilled hands under my skirt and over the cheeks of my ass. I whimper in protest but he hushes me, his fingers at the dripping mess of my stretched cunt. I moan as his cum dampened finger slides into my ass, the feeling of it making my eyelids flutter and my mouth to open.

I cry out as he stands behind me and with hardly any warning, puts the tip of his cock against my asshole and slides it all the way in with his first thrust. Tears flood my eyes as I'm filled completely, their cocks working in a cyclical motion, in and out after the other. Somehow, I can feel my cunt getting even more wet and I cling tightly to the man whose cock I’m sitting on.

The man behind me takes a gentle hold of my neck as he pumps his cock into me, my ass stretched to the brink with every thrust. The man whose cock is in my cunt moans loudly and abruptly cums, his load mingling with that of the others’, his shudders shock me. I scream out as he pops his cock out of me between the thrusts of the man whose cock is in my ass. His voice is breathless from his exertion as he takes my hand and holds the palm of it against my cunt,

“Don’t let that cum slide out, girl.”

He sits back and watches me as the other man continues to fuck my asshole. His thrusts pummel into me and make my wrist rub against my clit. Within moments, I can feel an orgasm rising and with his final few thrusts I nearly collapse with the power of it’s thundering sensations, the pain of it crippling my senses. Both of the men hold me, letting the other finish, his cum filling my ass as he abruptly pulls out.

I’m panting as I let myself lie on my side in the bed of the truck, my body and mind both exhausted and pain emanating from everywhere on my body. The man next to me stands up, zipping his pants as he does. I allow my eyes to close, not caring what happens next, only knowing that I want to rest.

The cold of his hand on my battered cunt wakes me as the first man moves my hand aside, wiping cum from my ass and cunt. He brings it to his nose to sniff it and then quickly offers it to me, his fingers not an inch from my mouth. I shake my head,

“Come on girl, finish it. Then we’ll take you home.”

I begrudgingly open my mouth and nearly choke when he forces his cum drenched fingers deep into my mouth. I slowly suck the suck from his fingers until, finally satisfied with their cleanliness, he pulls them out of my mouth and puts his hand into his pocket,

“Craig, pick her up and lay her in the back of my Jag.”

I let myself be moved and when I find the warmth of the backseat of the car, I close my eyes and sink down into is softness. I can feel bruises forming on my knees, upper arms and also the soreness of my pussy and my assaulted asshole. Cum drips out of my cunt as the car bumps over the gravel of the construction site and onto the road.

I sigh and feel sleep coming on, but not before I smile thinking of what the construction workers will imagine when they find my ripped panties on their way into work the next morning. It could never be as inventive as what actually happened and I giggle softly as I drift to sleep, the car pushing forward into the darkness.