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Lover’s Lane

The music pumped life through the club, beating out rhythm,
pouring out both desire and release all at once.  The band
breathed energy and soul into the sound, and every note
cascaded into the crowd, drawing out cries of excitement and
pushing the mass of sweating bodies into wild revelry.  They
were good, and though just a cover band, they brought into
their music a touch that was uniquely either own, even if
the words were not.  They had been playing for hours with
minimal breaks, and they were still full of vigor – they fed
off the crowd’s energy and pushed it back out through their
playing.

They were entertaining in themselves; the singer, quite an
attractive man in his early twenties, danced about on stage
and sang to his audience, not just at them.  He engaged,
especially the mob of college girls that swarmed the front
of the stage.  But he wasn’t the only ones – the guitarists
came to forefront and pushed their souls through their
instruments and out into their music.  They were high off
the rush of playing before their fans, and it showed in
everything they did.  The band was personable as a
collective, and that endeared them even more to the
listeners at Cormins.

But truly, she was the center of attention at night, and
even the band had a hard time not focusing their eyes on her
as she swayed and undulated to the music.  A little on the
short side, she was about a head smaller then her date.  Her
golden hair swished through the air when she flicked her
head, sending the luscious mane gliding across his shoulders
and chest as she darted into him, and then back away.  She
wore a loose white blouse, only two buttons – one just above
her abdomen and the one right above that, just below her
cleavage - actually clasped, and despite the loose fit,
those buttons strained at times to remain closed.  She
wasn’t wearing a bra under that blouse, and her tits,
bouncing freely as she danced, put those buttons to the
test.  It wasn’t a very opaque cloth, and when her heaving
boobs pressed against the material, her hard, pink nipples
showed right through, giving all around her a sample of her
beautiful, fleshy charms.  Her sleek legs were accented by
the high-heeled leather ankle boots she wore, but how she
was able to move so smoothly and freely with heels of that
length and thinness was a mystery to all who watched her.  A
tight, thin black leather skirt hugged her thighs well above
the knees, which only further baffled her audience as to how
she could seemingly move so freely when seeming so tightly
confined in her clothing.  Her scarlet lips flickered
between mirth and seductive concentration as she moved in
beautiful rhythm to the music; her piercing blue-gray eyes,
however, never waived in the display of raw bliss as she
pumped her body and flowed her flesh against him.  Her tan
skin glistened in the heat of her dancing, giving her a
warm, inviting glow.

Lovely as she was, and she was gorgeous, there was more to
her that captivated the senses then just her looks.  It was
raw, primal – something that stirred the animal in others.
Something palatable and yet so unquantifiable that it could
not be described, only felt.  As tempting as sin and
addictive as vice, and yet as glorious as an angel, she
exuded raw desire.  There were few in that club that, when
their eyes graced her, did not want her.

He was not as graceful, not as sensual in his dancing, but
he moved with wanton joy and abandon.  When they moved in
time, in rhythm, they were as one body flowing liquidly
together with the music, and her presences accentuated
everything about him.  His dark hair seemed almost black
next to her radiant glow, and his broad shoulders and thick
build appeared even more mammoth as her smaller body pressed
up against him.  When he engulfed her in his arms, she
disappeared from view, concealed within his grasp.  His
shirt was tighter across his chest then her billowy blouse,
and yet his neat slacks held more movement than her tight
leathers.  They were amazing contrast, but looked so right
together that no one made a move to try to come between them
or flirt one away from the other.

The danced for hours, he breaking only long enough to grab
another drink or two for them from the bar, leaving her
alone to shine on the floor without him.  For hours, they
went, pressing sweat from their skin as they worked their
bodies through the frenzy of motions, keeping with the
music.  And for hours, they were watched, adored, envied,
and desired.  They were not oblivious to this attention, but
it didn’t matter much either, for both were there with the
one they most wanted; the eyes of the crowd meant little
more than a thrill of being watched.  It added a spice to
every kiss and a gentle rush to every movement.

When he leaned and whispered in her ear, and she nodded in
acquiescence to his suggestion and they, as a pair, moved
off the dance floor and out toward the door, there was a
ripple of disappointment, a pang of loss in the club.
Indeed, the lights dimmed, somehow, and the music did not
have the same raw emotion when she was not thrusting in time
to it.  The night, while not destined to last much longer
anyway, had been dealt the fatal blow at the loss of the
couple, and now it simply lingered on to die slowly and in
pain for those who were left, longing.

The cool night breeze was intoxicating against their sweaty
skin.  Her hair floated behind her head, and her blouse was
blown tight against her skin, becoming translucent as it
clung to her sweaty body, though the tails flapped freely in
the breeze.  She was all smiles as she clung to his arm,
savoring the feel of him.

They walked in silence, not needing to speak the words in
their hearts because each knew the other could already hear
the soundless whispers.  In minutes they were in his car,
the top down to keep the breeze gliding along their hot
flesh, and he roared through the city lights, music pumping
from his speakers to keep the high going.  She relieved the
pressure that strained her two blouse buttons, and the top
blew wide open, exposing her naked torso to the world as
they zoomed from one street light to the next.  She reveled
in the freedom and euphoria of exposure; it thrilled her,
not only to be seen, tits bouncing from the car’s motion and
nipples hard in the cool wind, but also the delicious
sensation of being unrestrained: to have her nakedness
caressed by the air, to have her sweat and heat wiped from
her body by the forced of nature.  It was a delight, and she
couldn’t help but grin and laugh.

They were not confined to the city for long, they were
pulling out of the lights and stop signs, heading out for
the open roads where he gunned the engine up to 70, to 80,
to 90 – the wind roared through the car, and she hiked up
her dress higher and higher to expose more flesh to the
excited air.  Soon the black leather skirt was bunched
around her waist, revealing smooth shaven skin unhindered by
clothing.  She spread her legs as wide as the stick shift
and car door would allow, moaning in delight as the wind
swept across her body.

She was deliberate in her motion, knowing she had his
attention and was performing for his enjoyment as well as
her own; her hand slid down the slick, sweating skin,
gliding easy across her tits, pausing only a moment to knead
and tease the flesh and pinch her nipple between her
fingers.  Her hand slid on, downwards, across her flat tummy
and downwards still, until her searching digits discovered
the bare mound of pink flesh between her legs.  She sucked
in a deep breath when she made contact with the hot, wet
flesh – God, it felt so good to be touched!  She did not
need to embellish, her pleasure was sincere and it elicited
joyous moans and sighs as she stroked, slowly, her swollen
sex, stirring up her lust and desire with every passing
second.

She didn’t know where he was taking her, and it didn’t
matter.  Her eyes were closed; she could feel the power of
the engine thrusting the car forward and the touch of wind
against her sweat slicked skin, but even those were fading
to the sensation her hand stirred within her body.  She let
her ecstasy roll in and out, like waves on the beach
crashing down and then retreating again to the sea.  She
pushed herself to the breaking point – one more step and she
would be there! – and then pulled herself back from the
brink, knowing that now was not the time.

She was flushed red with heat and passion when the car
finally stopped.  She opened her eyes to see the lights of
the city rolling out beneath her, like a wondrous expanse of
twinkling gems.  The bluff had always offered a spectacular
view of the lights – a sea of stars both above and below.
It was breathtaking.

But they were not alone – not on a Friday night like
tonight, when the moon was bright and the sky was clear.
Cars were parked all long the side of the road, and only a
precious few passengers where there to enjoy the view.  Most
were huddled in the backseats of their vehicles, exploding
the bodies of their partners – maybe slowly, nervously for
the first time, or fiercely, fueled by the animalist passion
and desire motivated by uncontrolled lust.

He opened his door and got out of the car, but not to move
to the back seat; no, no that would never do, to be cramped
in the backseat of his convertible.  She had no delusions
about it, either, exiting the car just as he had, though she
stripped of her shirt completely and tossed it back onto the
front seat.  She strolled, topless, her skirt still around
her waist, and joined him in front of his car.  They met,
their bodies coming together blissfully in a kiss of desire.
Of passion and love.  He leaned in to her, drawing her close
and tight in his embrace, crushing her tits into his chest
as he hugged her against his body.  He lifted off her feet,
and gentle set her down on his car hood.

She broke the kiss first, having to turn her eyes down and
shift her position to get her hands to his pants to unleash
his thick cock from the confines of his pants.  She
struggled only a moment with his zipper before it was out
and in her hands, and she moaned with delight to feel the
pulsing heat in her grasp.  His dick was already completely
hard and ready, so she leaned back on the hood, her hands
grapping his shoulders to pull him down on top of her.

He chuckled at her impatience, but complied with her silent
plea to be filled with his member.  He guided his cock with
a steady hand, pausing a moment to wipe up and down along
her slick gash, coating his rod with her juices before
plunging it fully into the hot depths of her pussy.  She
sucked in breath, filled so suddenly as she was, but God was
it wonderful to have his wholly inside of her again.  She
had wanted it all night long; even as she dressed to go out,
all she could think about was ripping off her cloths and
taking his cock inside of her.  Feeling it fill her once
more.

He pumped into her, fucking her hard and deep, making her
moan, loudly, for more.  She didn’t try to get the attention
of the other people parked along side the road, but nor did
she let their presence censor her – it was a thrill to be so
out in the open, but she did not call any more attention to
herself than normal.  She was pure, raw, and sexual, but not
a performer for other’s amusement.  This was for her
pleasure, and for his.

After some moments of lying on her back on the hood as he
fucked her, he stood, and pulled her to her feet.  Turning
her to face the car, he bent her over and slid his cock into
her fuck hole from behind.  Keeping her legs wide, she held
her body up with her arms.  He reached around her, cupping
her hanging tits in his hands; he mauled her soft flesh with
his fingers, using his hold on her to help him thrust harder
and deeper into her body.

She struggled to keep upright as his body pounded into hers,
all the while calling out her pleasure and desire for more.
Her words flew fast and heavy into the night sky, and she
could see some faces in the windows of other cars, other
eyes upon her.  They watched and they listened to her words,
to her sudden new request that she called out as though her
very life depended on it.

He, smiling, slid his cock from her dripping snatch.  She
lowered her face to the hood of the car to free up her hands
so she could peel open her butt cheeks and reveal the object
of her request, the place of her desire.  He grabbed her
hips and pulled her towards him as he leaned his weight
against her, his cockhead spearing the tight circle of her
anus as she moaned out one long, low pulse of absolute
pleasure.  Her voice rose as he sunk deeper and deeper
inside of her, crying out lustfully, of her penetration,
reveling in her depravity all the while heedlessly declaring
her act of sodomy to her audience.  Had she any thought to
look, she would have seen more eyes upon her, now, as her
audience grew. Some of those eyes held envy, and other
disgust, but they were upon her and devouring the scene.

He was not gentle, nor did she want him to be.  It was his
power and savagery that excited her so, and having him take
her with little regards to her comfort actually made it more
pleasurable.  Had he been slow, and soft, and gentle, taking
his thick tool might have been uncomfortable, at worst, a
little painful at first; but with his force and strength,
her shithole absolutely ached under the abusive assault, and
it felt divine!

His cock thrust hard and deep in her shitter, fucking her
bowels, feeling the hot mass inside of her body engulfing
his shaft.  She was full, and he was packing it deep inside
of her, but his own member was turning brown and slick with
the mess, and the sludge collected around her hole and
spread around her ass.  She felt so full, so deliciously,
wonderfully full that her eyes rolled back in her head as
she cried out with delirious pleasure.  She stopped prying
her ass apart, and instead pressed her cheeks together,
smooshing her shit and his coated cock, making a complete
mess of her own ass.

He stopped thrust, and just pushed in, burying his tool as
deep inside her rectum as he could, and he gave her his
command.  She shivered with delight at the words, and biting
her lip to contain her pleasure, she bore down and push at
the thick mass inside of her, urging it out through her
abused and still-stuffed hole.  He held her hips tight, and
with every muscle in his body, held her in place against
him, making sure that the movement in her bowel could not
displace his cock.

She grunted and pushed hard, and harder still, until, at
last, with cry of relief and delight, her shit flooded past
the unmoving plug that was his cock (which made his shudder
with pleasure to feel the hot, sticky mass swarming against
and around his dick) and squeezed out the sides, stretching
her shit hole even more.  It came out quickly, but in thin
ribbons that sprayed out from her ass cheeks, onto her skin
and his clothing, though neither seemed to care about
stains.

She could only get a little out before she could push no
longer, and as soon as the force behind it was gone, he
pulled his cock from the mess in her rectum.  It was thickly
coated in a shell of brown feces, reeking of filth.  There
was little flesh on his cock that was not covered in brown
lumps of shit.

She knew what he wanted her to do, and she longed for the
vile, revolting act with ever once of her body.  As soon as
his dick was out of her, she spun and squatted down so that
his cock was level with her face.  She breathed in the
earthy aroma of her own foulness, and her mouth and pussy
alike watered with excitement.  One hand grasped his cock at
the base of his shaft, while the other dropped down under
her ass.  Her hole would not close quickly, not after the
fucking it had just received, and with her bowels full of
shit, there was no way some of it would not just fall right
out, unhindered.  Rather than let it be wasted, her shit
fell into her open palm, lump after lump tumbling from her
well used hole.  She loved the way that felt, when her
sphincter could no longer work to hold in her shit, no
matter how she might try.  She was not in control of her
body – it was total abandonment, and it was wonderful.

She was careful to keep her mouth wide as she lowered her
lips down his cock.  She didn’t let any of it touch until he
was fully inside of her, and then she closed her lips around
his dirtied shaft, so that every bit of her mouth was filled
at once with the disgusting flavor of her own shit.  Her
first climax hit her at that moment, as it usually did, and
as her body shock and her muscled clenched from the
pleasure, another load crap escaped from her hole into her
hands, furthering her joy.

She sucked hard on his member, and slowly drew her mouth
back, making sure to collect as much of the mess as she
could with her lips.  He was moaning his pleasure, which
made her happy to hear, as she collected in her mouth a pile
of filth.  And then she switched hands, moving her clean one
down to collect her feces while the other spread the handful
across his shaft, once more coating him with crap.  She
didn’t clean it this time, but instead stood, and turned
back away from him, presenting him with her smeared ass.
Her lips and cheeks were a mess with foulness, and her mouth
was still full of a soft, dissolving mass that she sucked
and chewed.

The faces in the cars were now, almost unanimously looks of
utter revulsion, and some people were scrambling to their
front seats and driving off, trying to avoid the assault to
their senses the scene before them was creating.  But there
were a few, just a small few, who gazed on intrigued,
enthrall, enraptured, thought this was not a look mirrored
by the partnering face in the car, sadly for them that were
inspired by this scene.

He did not enter her ass again, but instead returned his
cock to her cunt and forced the shit-smeared rod into the
soppy hot hole.  She grunted with pleasure, nearly shouting
and spraying his car-hood with the shit in her mouth, but
she managed to contain it.  She lowered herself onto her
elbows and kneed her tits with her shitty hands, spreading
the mess around her chest and stomach.  It smeared like
cream, coating her tan skin with brown, reeking mud.  She
made a mess of her skin, of her body and face, spreading it
across her cheeks and mouth.  She covered as much of her as
she could, and then reached down to her cunt.  She ground
her palm against her clit as he fucked her box with his
befouled member.  Her juices where thick and brown,
dissolving her shit and spewing it back out, liquefied.  She
continued spreading the mess around her crotch and her
thighs, hips and ass until everything above her knees as
just coated in the putrid slime, and the couple were
surrounded in a miasma of foul-smelling air.

She started shitting again, uncontrolled, but when she felt
her latest turd pressing through her shitter, she pushed
hard, letting it crush out of her ass and against his
humping thighs.  He stopped fucking and pulled out to
collect her latest gift on his cock.  When she was finished
expelling this soft, runny mass onto his dick, he spun her
around again, and was on top of her.  She was laying back-
down on his car, once more, and his cock was pushing inside
her filthy pussy, adding this new shit to the foulness
already stirred inside of her.

His chest pressed against hers, and her shit-smeared body
left dark brown stains on his shirt.  He kissed her with all
the lust and passion that coursed through his veins, all the
love and eagerness that lived within his soul; his tongue
darted into the dark heat of her mouth, tasting the vile
fluids she still had stored within.  It was liquid, now, and
most of it swallowed, but still a shallow pool remained
around her tongue, between her teeth, flavoring her kiss was
bitter, greasy revulsion that made his body shake with
pleasure and desire.  The flavor, her flavor, was so
familiar to him, and such a delight.  He loved the way she
tasted, all of her. And no elixir was more potent than what
he found in her now.  Their bodies pumped hard and heavy,
each moving in perfect unison in this dance of lust and
desire and ecstasy, and their tongues probed deep and hard,
mimic the wild union of their bodies.

It was a conscious effort on his part to do it, and when his
chest heaved the first time, she grabbed his head and neck
with her hands and held tight to keep their mouths locked
tight.  He heaved again, and a third time before his body
responded as he wanted, and his stomach lurched and expelled
its contents.  They clung to each other as though their
lives depended on them staying connected, and he spewed his
vomit into her waiting, loving mouth.  It was more than she
could contain, and the eruption forced the acidic mixture
down her throat and out from their lips, but mostly they
held their kiss tight.  Once roused, the quivering in his
stomach continued, and time and again his body heaved out
more and more.

After the first couple hurls, her mouth full and throat full
and unable to swallow it down fast enough to keep up, she
released him, and lowered herself down to receive his
precious gift, first right in the face, and then across her
tits and stomach.

Her hands where wild, spreading the mess across her shit-
slicked skin.  The vile, reeking ooze pooled between her
legs, dammed in her crotch by his pumping thighs.  It
splattered across her cunt, and his fucking cock drove his
puke into her already fouled cunt, adding the disgusting
soup inside her body.  Her mouth full, her body as putrid as
it could be, and her cunt stuffed with filth, they both
reached the limit of their endurance, and screaming out
their love, they came one after the other.

It took several long minutes for their bodies to calm from
the rush of ecstasy that had swarmed them, but in the
moments that followed, they slowly drew apart and stood,
letting the mess fall to the ground.  They stood, face to
face, looking into each others eyes, eyes full of desire and
pleasure and utter happiness.  They were smiling, and they
came together to kiss and embrace once more.

They stood in the open air for a while, enjoying the
aftermath of their passion fucking, and taking pleasure in
each other’s company.  There was, at this point, only one
car left along rode, and it shook wildly from side to side,
and the sounds of the couple within rose into the air.

At last, they got into his convertible together, befouled as
ever, and drove off towards home.