Paganini's Tale, Chapter 5

Alice sounded something like a washing machine: the squish-
squish, the moan-grunt, moan-grunt of the agitator, over and
over, as she felt the thick bludgeon of her lover's prick
shoving in and out of her sopping cunt. Wet she certainly well,
thanks to Maddy, whose memory and taste still lingered about
her, even as her nose rubbed back and forth along the crevice
of the passenger seat of her Ciera.
   She had been wet enough for him to take a dollop of her
juices and smear it across her lips, wet enough that his broad
tool slipped in like a stiff snake.
   Still he hadn't spoken more than the once, when he'd said
"Good. You're ready." And then he proceeded to thrust himself
in her.
   Much as he was thrusting into her now, smoothly, in a
repetitive, unhurried motion of certain conclusion. Her bare
ass rode high, pushing almost down onto him, as her tits rubbed
against the elbowrest between the seats.
   Her moaning came stronger now, faster, a lustlanguage mixed
in with words: "Unh..nh...God...ohnhhhn, God,
yes...sSss...Unhnn...Ohnn...Oh GOD god yes..."
   She clenched her fists, held them to her head, hit the seat
beneath her. Her voice was loud, and she didn't care, there was
no longer a party where someone might hear. She was in her car,
in an alley, where she could grunt and groan as loudly as she
wanted. So her voice rose, the vibrations in her throat in
rhythm with the pounding in and out of her cunt, each sound
resonating with each thrust, amplifying it.
   She raised up on her fists, on her knees, never losing him,
never looking back. Though she'd never been told explicitly,
still it was clear that she was not to look at him. This was to
be a nameless fuck, someone else entirely, a fantasy, even
though she could tell by the skill and confidence he showed
that it was the same hard prick that sent her reeling the night
before.
   She rocked now with her whole body, up and back, her focus on
the armrest on the passenger door. Her hip bumped against the
cold steering wheel, and the chill shocked her, blended into
the well of pleasure that was rising deep inside her.
   Across from her, she realized was a doodrway leading into
whatever tenement building the alley cut past. In the window of
that old, flecked-paint and iron-knobbed door was the face of a
young boy. From the height, and the face, Alice could see even
in her orgasmic delerium that the boy was no less than 15, no
more than eighteen. His eyes were wide, clearly fascinated by
what he was seeing.
   After the first shock, Alice decided to not think about the
boy. She couldn't do anything to stop it; she <certainly>
wasn't going to stop the thick sausage from continuing its
slow, delicious pace. There was nothing to do but continue.
   So continue she did, the pleasure something heightened by its
exhibitionism. She almost wished she could give the boy a
close-up of her twat lips caressing the slick shaft sliding in
between them, into that dark heated cavern awash with all the
juices she could muster. She concentrated on tightening those
lips, and the muscles inside her sheath, which sent a thrill
into her thighs, up her intestines, into her lungs.
  She began to come, slowly, as if ascending one of those Aztec
pyramids comprised entirely of steps, one by one, rising in
little chunks up, no single step, no single stroke, taking her
over the top, but each step leading her higher than the one
before it, still somehow rising upwards toward the clouds, each
step up bringing her closer to the end.
   Then her cunt clamped down solid; even his thick battering
ram slowed its rhythm, but the friction was so much the greater
that it pushed her up now two steps at a time, until finally
she reached the top of the pyramid, the place of the sun, and
revelled in the brightness and the heat.
   Her cunt was afire with pleasure, and she cried out long and
plaintively, a near howl of joy. Then he stopped, abruptly,
like he had the night before, waiting for her to want it badly.
"God, don't stop, give it to me, don't wait..."
   And she could feel the fires dimming, as her peak passed, and
she could feel her nipples humming, waiting for stimulation
even still. Then suddenly his cock rocketed into her again, and
this time the rhythm was a must faster tempo, and her body
began to dance. She felt him gripping her hips, grabbing the
nape of her neck, ramming her body back against his cock.
   Now her groan were higher up in her throat, a high-pitched
whimper of surprise. He continued the same motion, up, around,
then out and down, but now much faster. Her thick clitoris was
learning the new dance, and was ready for each grind.
   Again she peaked, this time with shrieks ripping from her
throat, timed for each invasion of her cunt with his cock.
   And then once again, finally, abruptly, he stopped again.
Alice desperately pleaded with him, "No, not yet, don't stop
yet, yes, give me more, I need more," and she twisted and
pushed her cunt and ass at him, trying to get a purchase on
that prick, pulling hin with her cunt.
   But he kept just the head in, tantalizingly, waiting as if
for some magic word to spill from her lips. "God dammit, I
can't wait, I want it now, I want it now, please, fuck me with
it, fuck me now...."
   She could feel motion behind her, but only as if he had moved
his arms. Then she discovered what he had been doing, for the
door across the allley opened and the boy (sixteen? she
thought) peeked out. She could hear muffled voices, and the
boy stayed put, the bulge in his dirty pants like a cucumber
in his pocket.
   Standing stock-still, the boy unzipped his pants. Alice could
pay no attention to the boy's face; she could look only at the
slow striptease. For a brief moment she thought he was going to
join them, but then realized that her man had told him
otherwise, for the boy simply let loose his stiff cock and
began stroking it.
   Alice's man began fucking her in earnest now, a jackhammer
pacing she hadn't thought possible for more than short bursts,
but his continued on for ten seconds, twenty, a minute,
three...
   Alice became completely consumed in the act of fucking, for
nothing existed except the cock behind her and the cock ten
feet away, and her breasts knocking against the emergency
brake, and the throbbing knob of clitoris that with every
downstroke was rubbed by the thick base of his pole.
   She saw milky seed jet out of the boy's handsome tool, arcing
in the air, landing several feet from the car, and Alice
herself began coming, pulsating as if in a heartbeat, pounding
out a beat she scarcely knew but could play by heart; her body
became once again like a marionnette's, this time held up not
by her man's hand, but by his thick, ramming cock. She jerked
and jumped as if crawling on marbles, and her screams she
couldn't hear, for she was too far away.
   Shen she came to, the boy was gone, the door shut, and her
own man nowhere to be seen. The sun was bright in the alley;
the garbage was well lit. Her cunt still oozed cum and juices
like an overripe peach, throbbing with every motion.
   She pulled down her skirt, then stepped into the underwear
she retrieved from the glove box.  From some open window above
she could hear music playing, and realized that most anyone
with an open window must surely have heard her moans and
screams, and either ignored them or masturbated to them. She
smiled; lots of people must have had a good time. With short
squeal of her tires she began backing out of the alley.