POV: Matthew

So I was at some fuckin’ gas station on the way to Colorado, on a road trip taking one of my regular sluts home. Now that girl, my story isn’t about her, but I’ll give you a little background so you understand the frame of mind I was in. She’s in her twenties now, but she had all this fucked up sex shit happen to her when she was a kid, and she was, y’know, one of the good ones, the ones that it makes hypersexual. So me, I love using her cunt and ass while she’s calling me daddy and telling me about all this cock-crazed-loli type shit she did. Because I’m a twisted fuck who loves hearing about girls doing things they aren’t supposed to be doing, and especially girls liking those things when they really fuckin’ aren’t supposed to be liking them.

So that’s why I was all keyed up, with my mind on young pussy and its habits, as I’m walking back to the bathrooms at this pump plaza and there’s this ripe little slut standing there, looking like she can’t figure out which way to go. Daisy dukes, midriff top with poofy little shoulders, mousy brown hair with a bit of wave in it, too much lipstick on big pouty lips, too much eyeshadow, curve in her lower back like she’s trying to poke her cunt out as far as it’ll go. Not a day over fourteen.

I see her and take in her vibe, and this whole scenario flashes on me all at once. In this, like, vision appearing to me, this girl is bored and horny after riding in the car for fuck knows how long, probably she’s fuckin’ ovulating, and she’s bumming around back here because she has this half-formed fantasy floating around her dumb little head of someone pulling her into one of the bathrooms and going to town on her pussy. Which it really needs, since it’s feeling so neglected, what with it being almost sixteen whole hours since her zit-faced boyfriend from the next grade up last went at it like a jackrabbit on meth.

There’s a unisex bathroom to the left. I do some quick math, and it comes up, “fuck it, can’t get prosecuted that fuckin’ hard for nodding my goddamned head”. I open the door, step halfway in, then turn back and catch her eye -- easily enough, she’s already looking at me. I jerk my head back and to the side in a gesture everyone knows: get over here. Her eyes widen. I swear to God I see her pupils dilate. She stands there staring at me. I clamp down hard on the urge to break eye contact to look back up the hallway and see if anybody’s coming. She bites her lower lip.

She starts walking toward me.

Haha. Fuck.

I step backward to get out of her way, then close and lock the door as soon as she’s through. She’s standing there between me and the handicap-accessible single toilet with her eyes all wide, just starting to look scared. Me, I’m feeling a little bit like a dog with a car bumper between its teeth, but this is no goddamned time to hesitate. Right arm goes around her waist and I gently, firmly press her back against the cold tile wall. Left hand goes behind her neck and tilts her head back and now I can kiss her without having to stoop completely over. Once my tongue’s inside her mouth she relaxes and starts kissing back. Weirdly enthusiastically, actually, almost like she’s in a competition. The Slut Olympics, I guess.

Yeah, all right, we’re good.

POV: Angie

The old guy is kissing me and it’s so weird, like I’m in this world where everything is thick and gooey but it feels good, like making out with Jake but all at once. Oh my God. How did this happen?

Is he going to fuck me? Was I wanting somebody to fuck me? If I was wanting somebody to fuck me does that mean I wanted him to fuck me?

I feel the button on my shorts pop open. Fuck, fuck, he’s opening up my shorts. His huge hand slides down into them and my pussy lights up, sending bolts of lightning through me from where he’s touching me. I can feel how wet it is down there when his fingers move. The way he isn’t asking, isn’t stopping, is making it so I can’t think, can’t talk. All I can do is feel what he’s making me feel.

Suddenly I’m feeling cool air on my butt because he’s pulled my shorts the rest of the way down. I step out of them. He moves me around. He’s so strong, it’s like I’m just a doll he can pose how he wants. I catch myself on the cold back of the toilet as he’s bending me forward. He nudges my feet apart and pushes down on my back. Oh no. I know what’s going to happen. Oh no.

Something’s opening up my pussy and I know it’s his cock. It hurts but it feels good. Fuck, he’s thicker than Jake. He’s thicker than Uncle Mike. It hurts because he’s stretching me. Into a new shape, for him.

He’s sliding in and out, slow but getting faster. His huge hands are on my hips, holding them like I’m a toy he’s keeping in the right place. Every time he goes all the way in me it’s like this ache I’ve been feeling goes away and there’s just something warm where it was. Fuck. I want him to keep doing it forever.

WHAM. I lose track of everything, who I am, for an instant. WHAM. He’s slamming into me now and every time he does it something happens in my pussy that shuts me off. WHAM. I’m here. WHAM. I’m not here. WHAM. I’m here. WHAM. I’m not here. WHAM.

There’s a shiny puddle of spit on the back of the toilet. I don’t know how it got there.

WHAM.

He’s still now. Holding himself close up against me. There’s something pulsing inside me, turning that ache inside out in a new way.

He whispers in my ear, “Do you want more?”

I hear a high-pitched sound from somewhere. I think it’s me.

I don’t know what to say. I can’t say anything.

My head nods, twice, quickly. Up, down, up, down.

His cock slides out of me. His hands let go of my hips.

I hear the door open and close. I’m looking at the puddle of spit on the back of the toilet, wondering where it came from.