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Authors name: Mary Jorsay Gandmar (maryjg@finebody.com)Story Title : Pit Stop
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Pit Stop / Mary Jorsay Gandmar

The taxi driver spun his cheap cigarette out of the window when he saw them
coming towards him. He uncoiled his slouched body as they reached the cab
and slid across the front seat and put his hand through the passenger
window to flick his meter.

"Where to?" he asked as they tumbled into the back seat together.

The girl gave him an address in the suburbs, a good hour away in the
traffic. The cabbie nodded and fired the engine. The battered taxi wheezed
into life and grunted into the traffic.

He flicked a glance in his rearview mirror. They were laughing and
chattering brightly. College kids, no doubt, with the freshness of youth in
full bloom. The girl was very cute, with an angelic face: a perfect oval,
with a pert nose, luscious, slightly pouting lips, even teeth and lovely
large eyes. Her hair was silky and shoulder-length and bound in a pony tail
with a thick cotton band. Her breasts were full and ripe, and her belly was
trim and flat. Her hips flared and her legs and arms were slender and
smooth. She was very short, a little over five feet. Her skin was smooth
and firm and creamy and clear, utterly flawless. She wore a loose T-shirt
and handsome shorts. The T-shirt was thin and clung to the contours of her
breasts. The taxi driver eyed them with interest.

The boy was a lean, muscular youth, very good-looking. He was tall with a
rangy, attractive body and a devilishly handsome face: strong teeth,
straight nose, full mouth, square, hard jaw, dark eyes, thick black hair.
His shoulders were broad, his torso a sharply tapering V with a muscular
chest and a hard belly above high hips. His arms and legs were long and
strong. 

They jumped into the back seat, and told them where they wanted to go, an
address in the suburbs, a good hour away in the traffic. The cabbie nodded
and slid across the front seat and put his hand through the passenger
window to flick his meter. He gunned the engine and the battered taxi
grunted into the traffic.

It was winter and darkness came early, within a few minutes. He had barely
gone a mile when he had to turn on his lights. The traffic was dense and he
coasted along, bored, one arm hanging out of the window, his body crushed
into the corner of the front seat behind the wheel. In the back, the two
laughed and jabbered. The cabbie paid no attention. As he passed through
the city, the traffic eased and he put his foot down. The car was too old
and decrepit to build up any real speed, but at least he was out of second
gear. The wind ruffled his khaki tunic shirt through the open window. At a
light, while the car idled, the cabbie lit another cigarette. The lights
turned and he crunched into first. The taxi lurched on. He flicked a glance
at his watch. It would take another hour at this rate.

It was a while before he realised that his passengers had suddenly gone
very silent. The cabbie flicked his eyes to his rear-view mirror. What he
saw almost made him ram into the road divider. He swerved, missed another
car by inches, earned several curses that questioned his father's
relationship with his mother, then steadied himself.

The guy had lifted her T-shirt high under her arms and he was squeezing and
fondling her breasts. The girl slouched on the seat, her head back, her
eyes closed. The guy bent his head to hers and they kissed. Her hand slid
up his thigh and pressed into his crotch. The guy groaned and bent his head
to her breasts. The cabbie swore silently, grinned, adjusted the mirror. 

He drew into the left lane, with lighter traffic and eased up on the
accelerator. The taxi puttered slowly down the road. The roads were broader
avenues now, poorly lit and it was clear up ahead. The cabbie relaxed and,
keeping a peripheral eye on the road, looked in the mirror again. The sight
broadened his smile.

The guy was sucking on the girl's breasts, tugging at her nipples with his
teeth. She bit her lower lip, stifling a gasp. His hand was in her shorts,
between her legs. He pushed them lower and the cabbie just saw that she
wasn't wearing anything under it either. Her legs opened up and the guy
pushed his middle finger into her slit and started masturbating her. The
girl's head turned to one side, her forehead on the guy's shoulder. Her
hips writhed and jerked. The cabbie saw her lick his ear. Her hips bucked
and tossed, and the guy's hand pumped between her thighs, moving faster and
faster, his finger ramming in and out of her cunt. She came, arching,
choking back a gasp or a moan, clenching his head and shoulders. He sucked
sharply on her breasts, his finger still in her cunt. Then, chuckling
softly, he sat back. The girl didn't straighten her clothes, stayed as she
was, eyes closed, one hand between her legs, the other on her breasts, her
chest heaving. 

Slowly, her breathing steadied. She smiled at her companion, and they
kissed deeply again. The cabbie saw her hand moving around between his
legs, heard the soft krik of a fly zipper being undone. He coasted to a
stop at a red-light and looked steadily in the mirror. 

The girl had the guy's cock out and she was jerking it gently. He grunted
and now he was slouched low, his head back, his eyes closed. The cabbie
could see the guy's penis. It was big and long and thick in her fingers.
Her fist pumped up and down. The guy squeezed her breast. The girl bent
over and her head disappeared below the front-seat's back-rest. The cabbie
heard the guy gasp.

Behind him, a horn sounded impatiently. The lights had turned. The cabbie
ground into first and juddered past the intersection. The car behind him
flashed its lights, then pulled out and passed him with another vile
invective, this time accusing him of excessive affection for his sister. He
didn't have one. 

Cruising along, the cabbie's eyes kept returning to the mirror. He could
see the back of the girl's head bobbing and bucking up and down over the
guy's crotch. The guy gasped and grunted, his mouth hanging open, his head
on his chest, watching her. He caressed her breasts under her shirt. The
cabbie saw her move, obviously taking his cock between her breasts. Then
she went back to sucking his cock, and now her head moved rapidly up and
down and the guy's body jerked and writhed uncontrollably. Suddenly, the
guy gasped softly, stiffened, his head back, his eyes closed. A few seconds
later, the girl straightened, licking her lips and fingers, wiping her face
and sucking her fingertips, her hand still between his legs.

The cabbie grinned at the sight. His erection was enormous. Fuck, what a
turn up! He watched as the girl smeared gunk on her nipples and aureoles.
Her nipples were long and hard, and her breasts were large and heavy. The
cabbie wondered what kind of fuck she would be and imagined her heaving and
writhing passionately under him. He looked back. The kids had straightened
their clothes and the guy was smoking a cigarette. The girl leaned her head
on his shoulder, her eyes closed. He put his arm around her.

Five minutes later, as they neared their destination, they moved apart. The
cabbie turned into a small, shaded lane as he was asked and then cruised to
a stop. The guy opened his door. He said goodbye to the girl, thanked her,
they arranged to meet in college the next day. The girl didn't move. The
cabbie's pulse quickened. Maybe, just maybe, he was in luck. He had
imagined that the guy would drop off the girl and then go on home. 

"Okay. Fine. See you tomorrow."

"'Bye, Kanan. Thanks again."

Kanan. Nice name. The cabbie waited, leaning forward, his head half-turned,
hand on the key in the ignition, waiting for her to tell him her
destination.

"Where to?" he asked.

"What? Oh yes. Sorry. Uh, back again, please. Warden Road."

The cabbie shook his head. Warden Road was way back in town, half a mile
from where they'd picked him up. All the way here, and back again, just so
that he could finger-fuck her and she could suck his dick? Fuck, these kids
were crazy. He turned around and they headed back.

Kanan sat back, feeling relaxed. Abhay was a good lover and he enjoyed
doing wild things like this. It had felt good having his finger in her
cunt, his tongue and teeth working her breasts. And she loved sucking his
cock, swallowing his jizz. Her cunt tingled at the memory. She smiled to
herself.

The cabbie's eyes flicked casually to the mirror again. This time, they met
hers. He looked away and looked back. She was still looking at him.
Instantly, Kanan knew that he had watched them and seen everything. She
smiled to herself. That was sexy. She felt no embarassment. She liked being
watched. She looked at him in the mirror, and their eyes met. His face was
handsome enough, dark, clean-shaven, with deep eyes, a lean jaw, full lips.
>From where she sat, the rest of him looked good, too, the shoulders broad,
the body lean and tough. A small smile danced on her lips. He caught it,
fought his grin, then gave up. 

Kanan laughed softly. Stretching her arm, she rested her hand on the
seatback behind his head. The cabbie squirmed, tensed, when he felt her
cool fingers brush his hair, sliding under his collar, caressing his skin.
She toyed with his earlobe, ran her fingers through his hair. With her
other hand, she lifted her T-shirt again, lifting it higher as he watched
in the mirror. Lifting her hips, she pulled at her shorts, then pushed her
hand between her legs. Her hand moved from his head and she pulled her
shirt high under her arms, cupping and squeezing her naked breast, lifting
it in her hand. Her nipples jumped erect.

"Hey," she said softly. "Do you like me?"

The cabbie swallowed, sputtered, swerved, corrected. She giggled.

"My cunt is on fire. Want to do something about it?"

His head snapped around, he stared at her, then jerked his head back and
looked at her in the mirror.

"Well? Do you?"

The cabbie nodded slowly.

"Good. Tell me what you want to do."

The cabbie grinned, opened his mouth and waggled his tongue as though
licking slit. The girl giggled. She looked lovely, and his eyes lingered
hungrily on her splendid breasts.

"Good. I like having my pussy licked. What else?"

The cabbie lifted his fist and pumped it in the universal gesture for a
fuck.

"Right. You can fuck me. Where?"

The cabbie looked at her in confusion. She grinned.

"Where do you want to fuck me? My mouth? My cunt? Or ..." she leaned
forward, her lips very close to his ear. "Maybe even my ass?"

"Fuck!" The cabbie swore violently, pop-eyed.

"Tell me," she murmured, her lips at his ear, nibbling his lobe, her hand
in his hair again. "Tell me how you want to fuck me."

"All of it," he croaked stupidly. "Everything."

The girl leaned back, smiling prettily. "Good. That's what I want, too. So
come on, let's go somewhere and fuck. Are you clean?"

"What?"

"Are you clean? No VD, AIDS, that kind of shit?"

"No. I'm clean."

"Fine. I'm yours then. You can do anything you can like with me, it's okay.
But I have to be home by ten, so if we're going someplace, you'd better
hurry."

The cabbie grinned hugely and jammed his foot on the accelerator. The car
shuddered and slowly built up speed. Now he drove like a maniac,
concentrating on the road, nipping deftly between cars, swapping lanes at
random, slicing through the traffic expertly. He worked his way off the
main road and dived through a series of criss-crossed by-lanes, heading
west, towards the sea. He turned into one lane, left into another, sped
down it for a bit, then turned left again into a dark, deserted lane. The
car coasted up to a big, dark structure. He killed the engine.

"What's this?" she said peering out of the window.

The building was a half-built high-rise, abandoned midway through
construction. A board outside gave the name of the builder, the architect,
the engineer and another board announced that the property was in
litigation and in the hands of a receiver. Kanan smiled, approving his
choice. This was safe.

The cabbie opened his door, pulled the key from the ignition. She stepped
out. He rolled up the windows, locked the car. She waited. He led her
through the rubble-strewn yard and through what would have been a car park
between stilts under the building. Half-finished stairs led up from the
center, around an empty lift-well. It was very dark. The cabbie went ahead
and held his hand out for her. She took his hand in hers and they went up
the steps, stepping over construction material, rubble, empty cement sacks,
old rusty iron bars, stacks of floor tiles. They climbed two floors he led
her around some columns and stopped. They were in what would have been an
apartment, half-built walls on two sides, the one facing the road an empty
hole. Kanan stepped past him and peeked cautiously out. The lane was
deserted, and around the corner, she could see the ocean.

She smiled and stepped back. The cabbie was right behind her. She pressed
her buttocks against him and leaned back against his body, lifting her arms
over his neck, tilting her head back. The cabbie felt a rush of excitement.
His erection strained at his trousers. She writhed her buttocks against his
and felt his hardness throbbing eagerly.

"Poor thing," she murmured. "Poor prisoner. Never mind. He'll soon have his
freedom."

The cabbie put his arms around her and squeezed her breasts. He slid his
hands under her T-shirt, over the heavy mounds. Kanan closed her eyes and
murmured softly, writhing erotically against him. He pulled her shirt up,
fondling her heavy, wonderful breasts, pinching and tweaking her nipples,
then slid his hand under her shorts. She squirmed against him as he
caressed her buttocks and thighs and cupped her cunt-mound, rubbing his
fingers over the soft, downy hair of her pubis. Her hand slid up his thigh
and she squeezed his penis through his trousers.

Kanan turned around and arched her face to his, drawing his head down to
hers. Her soft, moist lips flowered under his and her tongue slipped
hungrily into his mouth, fencing against his own. The cabbie's pulse raced
with excitement. Kanan opened the buttons of his tunic, slowly pulling it
wide, her fingers caressing his chest. The cabbie was an attractive man,
with a firm, hard body, a deep chest, a flat belly, his torso strong and
smooth, hairless. The girl broke the kiss and smiled wantonly, dipping her
head to kiss his chest, her tongue flickering over his small, hard nipple,
sucking it gently.

"Nice," she said. "Very nice …"

Her fingers crawled down his belly and she flipped open the button of his
trousers, slowly pulled down his fly. His trousers puddled to his feet. The
girl slithered down, kissing and licking his hard belly, to her knees
before him. His erection strained at his tight undershorts. She smiled and
nuzzled his crotch. The cabbie tensed. Her fingers crawled up his thighs
and slipped under his shorts, her fingertips tracing the contours of his
shaft and balls. His cock was big and thick and long, rock-hard already.
His balls were heavy and low. Kanan pressed her lips to his cock-head
through his shorts. The cabbie as he felt the warmth of her mouth through
the cloth.

"Mm, this is just getting better and better," she murmured with a smile.

Slowly, she rolled his shorts down, tugging them off his penis. His cock
bounced out at her face, quivering, hard, thick, swollen. It was nine
inches long and correspondingly thick and uncircumcised. Kanan's eyes
danced with pleasure.

"My, my," she said. "What a beautiful cock."

She jerked it in her fist and, opening her mouth, swirled her tongue around
the bulging knob in a lightning, snake-like action. The man grunted
sharply, hissing, his hard belly rippling inward. Kanan smiled and tilted
her eyes up to his face. He groaned, looking down at her. Her tongue snaked
around the slimy cock-head again.

"C'mon! Suck it!" he gasped, tugging her head forward, pushing his crotch
at her face.

Kanan groaned softly and, opening her mouth, slipped her lips around his
cock-head and shaft. The man gasped, arching his face, flexing his
buttocks, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. It was wonderfully warm
and moist and her tongue worked his cock-head with a languid cunning that
took his breath away. Slowly, she drew him deeper into her mouth, her face
distending with its size and began to suck. The cabbie moaned in joy and
pumped his hips back and forth at her face, rocking her head to and fro in
his hands to suit his pleasure. 

"Ohhhh uhhh yes! C'mon! Suck it! Ohfuckyes! Fuck yes ... that's it! Suck
it, baby! Suck my cock! Ohhh uhhhh yeh uhhh yeh oh fuck yeh that's it ...
that's it, baby yes!"

Kanan sucked his cock harder and harder with a steadily increasing
pressure. The musky, tangy smell and odour of his cock and slimy jizz
aroused her. Pre-cum gunk spurted into her mouth from the long slit in his
cock-head. She sucked in delight and he moaned. She slid her hands up his
strong thighs, her fingers and thumbs spread and cupped and squeezed his
heavy balls. Encircling the base of his shaft in the web between her thumbs
and forefingers, she took him deeper still into her mouth, sucking and
licking lasciviously. He gasped, his loins blazing with lust-fire. She slid
her hands around and squeezed his buttocks open, pressing her fingertip to
his anus. The man gasped in delight. She sensed the imminence of his orgasm
and stopped sucking slowly, gently licking his cock-head, scraping her
teeth along the length of his shaft.

"You don't want to cream in my face, do you?" she murmured.

He looked down at her, the indecision visible on his face. The temptation
was overwhelming and yet, and yet he didn't want to miss fucking her cunt
... or her ass ... she had offered him that, too ... Kanan smiled.

"Don't worry," she said softly. "I like it when guys cum in my mouth. And
I'll get your cock up again so you can fuck my slit."

He still wasn't convinced. She grinned.

"Don't believe me? Here, let me show you."

She drew her discarded jeans towards her and, from the front pocket, drew
out a small beaded bag with a draw-string. Opening the knot, she tipped the
contents on the jeans at his feet. The cabbie gaped at the jumble of vials
and ampoules and brightly coloured pills on the denim. She giggled.

"Yup. Sex-dope. High powered, classy stuff. Ever tried it?"

He shook his head.

"I just love this stuff. Use it all the time. Here, pop this." She handed
him two pills, swallowed two herself. "Now. The ampoule. Crack it open and
sniff it. Quickly! You've got to inhale it all! Oh fuck yes! Ohhh god yes!"

She snapped a vial under her nose, inhaled deeply. The effect was
astounding -- her head jerked back as though pulled by an invisible string,
her mouth flew open, her eyes went glassy with lust, her breasts swelled
visibly, her nipples shuddering erect, her belly rippling inward. Her hips
and groin lurched as though she was fucking. She squeezed her breasts in a
frenzy and jammed a hand into her crotch, masturbating wildly. An orgasm
shook her body. The cabbie stared in awe. He popped the two pills she'd
given him and, taking the ampoule, snapped it open and sniffed tentatively.
It smelled good. He took a deeper breath and another. The drug shot into
his head and lungs and blood and instantly powered its way through his
system. The man gasped. It felt like he had been hit by a heavy electric
charge. His body tensed, his muscles corded and popped, rippling downward
through his body like little serpents under his skin. His diaphragm heaved
up, forcing the breath from his throat. His skin seemed to tighten over his
flesh. His cock felt enormously hard and big, hotter and thicker and longer
than he had ever known it. His balls surged with jizz and the heat in his
groin was unbearable. He gasped, rocking on his feet and jerked her head
back into his crotch. She moaned and took his cock deep in her mouth and
sucked it furiously, rocking her head back and forth, sucking sharply,
letting go, sucking harder and harder, whipping her tongue at his
cock-head. 

"OHHHHHHH uh oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes!" the man gasped. "C'mon! C'mon
whore! Suck it! Suck my dick, bitch! Take it! Suck harder, cunt!"

Kanan whimpered, exulting at the knowledge that the last of his inhibitions
had vanished now with the drug, that he was in his most elemental, animal,
primal state. The change in his language reflected it, for he was no longer
reticent about using the coarse obscenities she so loved to hear. She
moaned deep in her cock-filled throat and sucked harder and harder. The man
gasped and lost control. The heat surged from his balls and out of his
cock. He groaned in relief. Kanan moaned in joy, jerking his cock and
opening her mouth wide under it so that he could see his jizz spuming into
her mouth and down her throat. The load was prodigious and it filled her
mouth and dribbled down her chin and cheeks, spattered her face and neck
and breasts. Swallowing the jizz, she kept jerking his cock, licking it
slowly as the flood sputtered out.

"Mm," she said, smiling lasciviously up at him, her eyes glassy. "That was
lovely." She took his cock in her mouth again.

The man gasped in shock and wonder at the realization that his erection had
not waned at all, that his balls still surged with a full load of gunk. 

"Fuck, what is that stuff?" he gasped.

"Magic," she mumbled, his cock between her lips and under her tongue. "Pure
magic. Like it?"

"It's great."

"Mm. I agree. Never leave home without it." He'd heard that somewhere. She
giggled. "Don't worry. That was just the initial overflow. With the dose
you took, you'll be able to fuck me hard for a good long time."

He grinned. He felt immensely powerful and strong, fully in control. His
cock was hard and throbbing and he felt he could fuck her endlessly without
coming. He pushed her head away.

"C'mere you," she muttered, going down on her back on the rough floor and
tugging his hand. "Fuck me!"

The cab driver was mesmerized by the teenager. She was lovely, earthy,
sensual, erotic beyond belief. Her face was radiant with excitement, the
nostrils flared, her little nose-stud winking, her full lips parted, her
eyes glassy. Her large breasts were swollen turgid and her nipples were
stiff and nut-hard, the aureoles puckered sexily. He bent his head and drew
one breast into his mouth, sucked it tenderly, whipped the nipple's hard
point with his tongue, scraped it across his teeth and gums and the roof of
his mouth. Kanan moaned, her body writhing with lust. He squeezed her other
breast. Her legs forked open. Her body burned with excitement. She loved
this, it was too sexy for words: Fucking in an abandoned, half-built
building, surrounding by silent brick and mortar, no walls to hold them in,
the rough stone and grit under naked back, the man with her, a stranger an
hour ago, now exploring the innermost recesses of her body. She felt like a
whore, and she loved it.

"Yes," she moaned as he moved to her other breast. "Oh god yes! Suck my
tits hard! Ahhhhh uhh yes! Ohhh that's it ... yes!"

The man moved to her other breast and worked it with his lips and teeth and
tongue. She shuddered and writhed under him. It felt wonderful. Ribbons of
pleasure leaped from her breast-tips and loin and crackled through her body
like liquid fire. He squeezed her breasts together and took both nipples in
his lips and whipped them with his tongue, flicking the hard stubs back and
forth. She gasped and moaned, her head rolling languorously from side to
side as she mouthed erotic obscenities.

"Ohhhhh uhhhh yes ... ohh fuck yes ... ohhh that's good ... suck harder! Ah
uhhhh yes! Oh ma uhhhh ahhhh uhhh yes that's it oh god yes!"

The man let her breasts go slowly and slid downward. Kanan whimpered. He
dragged his tongue over her belly, swirled it through her navel, went lower.

"Oh fuck ... yes ... do it!" she gasped, lifting her hips erotically to his
face as he nuzzled her crotch. 

She parted her legs wide and, reaching down, clawed her cunt-lips open for
him. Her cunt was wet and open and he could see the moist pink flesh and
the delicate stem of her clitoris. He thrust his face into her crotch.

"OHHHHH uhhh yes! Oh ma uhhhh yes!" Kanan gasped, her body arching on the
bench, her fingers twining in his hair.

The cabbie's tongue was thick and heavy and long. It jabbed deep into her
cunt, swirled through the wet flesh, lapping at her flowing juices, whipped
her gorged, stiff clitoris, rippled up and down and in and out. Kanan's
hips heaved and writhed, bucked up and down. Twining her fingers in his
hair, she moved his head around in her thighs to suit her pleasure.

"Ohhh yes uhhh yes! Oh god yes! Oh ma yes uhhh oh ma uhhh ahhh uhh yes oh
fuck yes!"

She moaned and whimpered ecstatically, her head flipping from side to side,
a vision of lust with her eyes half-closed, her mouth open. Her body rocked
on the hard floor with rhythmic little jerks, as though she was being
fucked. Her breasts jumped and jiggled, and her gold chain tossed and
danced on her skin. Her body glistened with sweat. She slid her hands up
her body, lifting her breasts, squeezing them erotically, pinching the
nipples in her long fingertips. Her cries rang in his ears, exciting him
further. He stabbed a long finger into her cunt and began masturbating her
rapidly, rocking his arm to and fro vigorously. Kanan cried out, her back
bowing steeply, her hips crashing up and down, her head flipping wildly
from side to side. Her cunt was hot and tight and it convulsed greedily on
his finger. He twisted his finger around in her cunt, pressed his knuckle
to her hard stem of her clitoris, curled his finger into a hook and flicked
it hard. Kanan cried out, crushing her breasts in frenzied delight.
Meanwhile, his tongue continued lapping at her streaming juices. 

"OHHHHHHHH uhhh OHHHHH uhhh OH UHHHHH uhhh Oh uhhh hanh uhhhh hanh uhhh
hanh uhhhhh OHHHHHH!" she cried.

He jabbed a second finger in and masturbated her even more rapidly. Her
body whipped frenetically on the floor, her hips crashing up and down. The
cabbie's biceps flexed and unflexed as he rocked his arm back and forth and
from side to side. Without pausing in his masturbation of her, he shuffled
around on his knees and straddled her face. Beneath him, Kanan moaned, her
mouth already open in avid expectation. He lowered his hips over her face
and grunted softly as her lips encased his cock. He began fucking her mouth
in the sixty-nine, his hips rising and falling in a measured rhythm over
her face while he finger- and tongue-fucked her simultaneously. Her cunt
was sodden, streaming with juices. He lapped them greedily; they tasted
wonderful, warm and sticky and musky, with a heady erotic smell that made
his head swim. He ran his tongue into her slit for more, found her clitoris
and tortured it.

Kanan groaned, her mouth filled with his thick, long cock, his balls
brushing her face. She took him deeper into her mouth and bucked her hips
under his face as she soared towards a wild orgasm. She was on its brink
when he stopped and rolled off her. She moaned in frustration and dismay
and pleasure, pleased that he had bothered to care about her at all. 

Grinning, he turned around between her thighs, pulling them wide and leaned
over her.

"Real hot piece of ass, aren't you? Right randy little bint!"

"Yes!" she gasped. "God yes!" She took his cock in her hand and guided it
to her cunt, moaning at the heat of his cock-head at her cunt-lips. "Fuck
me!" she whimpered, her face glowing with passion. "Fuck me lover! Shove it
in!"

The cabbie groaned, transfixed by her loveliness and sexiness. He bent over
her on outstretched arms, his knees levering her thighs apart and slowly
flexed his buttocks and sank his hips. His cock-head popped into her cunt.
Kanan gasped softly, arching her body, tilting her face upward, craning her
neck, thrusting her breasts upward, biting her lower lip. She clenched his
thick biceps and slowly arched her hips upward. Her cunt contracted eagerly
on his penis.

"Yes!" she gasped. "That's so good, baby! C'mon ... shove it in ... I want
it all ... yes! Shove it right in, baby! All the way! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh uhhh
yes! That's it! Oh god that's so good!"

His eyes never left her face. He groaned and slowly sank his cock into the
wonderfully, hot, tight, wet fissure of her cunt. His muscles corded in
tension, his shoulders rippling and flexing and hunching powerfully, his
head arching back, his buttocks flexing taut as he went in and in and in,
driving his cock into her cunt till he was full embedded in her flesh. Her
cunt was divine, convulsed greedily on his throbbing erection, its wet heat
engulfing his being. Beneath him, Kanan gasped and arched steeply, chewing
her lower lip, her fingers digging into the thickly bunched biceps and
triceps of his outstretched arms. Her legs split wider still, affording him
deeper access and her hips rose to meet his in descent, her cunt grinding
up to swallow the intruder. She wound her legs about the backs of his
thighs. Their groins pressed together, squirming hotly.

"Oh baby yes!" she gasped. "That's so good ... god ... you're so sexy ... I
want it ... I want it all ... I want it hard ... fuck me lover ... fuck me
like a whore ... take me hard! Just don't stop ... fucking me ..."

She was incredible. The cabbie's mind whirled in excitement and lust. He
groaned and began to fuck her slowly and heavily and deeply. He swung his
hips up and down and back and forth in a measured, even tempo, flexing and
unflexing his taut buttocks alternately. His cock slid in and out and in
and out of her cunt like a mechanised piston, glistening and gleaming with
their comingled coital juices. It felt wonderful to have the hot, hard,
thick-veined shaft pulverizing her molten cunt-flesh, mashing and scraping
over her inflamed clitoris, invading her body again and again.

"Ohhhh uhhh yes!" Kanan hissed in pleasure, her head flipping wantonly from
side to side. "Oh baby yes ... that's so good ... keep fucking me ... yes
... like that ... mm, ohhh yes ... that's wonderful ... shove it in again
... ahhhhh uhh yes ... ohhh yes ... deeper, baby ... ahhhhhh uhh oh god
yes! That's it! Ohh baby yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me! I want it!"

Her cunt was a hot vortex of cramping, convulsing delight. The man powered
his cock in and out of her cunt, revelling in the heat and tightness of her
cunt and his ability to continue seemingly without tiring or losing
control. He felt good, strong and virile and very macho, as though he could
fuck her all night and keep going even after. He kept up a steady rhythm,
taking his time, in no hurry to finish with her.

"Yes!" he gasped. "Take it, slut! Take it! Fuck ... yes ... take it all,
whore ... c'mon bitch ... take it ... ohh fuck yes ... that's it ... mm,
that's good ... yes ... squeeze it, bitch ... yeh ... that's it ... squeeze
it with your cunt! Harder bitch! Ohh yeh! That's it!"

On and on they went, moving in unison, their doped bodies enabling them to
prolong the pleasure and to draw it out like a fine-spun thread. She
caressed his muscular torso sexily, raking it with her fingernails, craning
her neck to suck his nipples. He pushed her back and, bending, sucked her
breasts and then kissed her, jamming his tongue into her mouth. Her hips
bucked under his. She clenched his buttocks and drew him deeper into her
flesh. Gradually, they quickened their tempo, moving with rising urgency.
His hips swung faster, snapping from the waist, rocking and bouncing up and
down. She gasped and whimpered, rocking and jerking under him, her body
jerking as he thudded his cock into her, slamming his hips greedily forward
at her crotch, plunging and ramming his cock into her cunt. Their cries
rose and rang in the cool still air.

Suddenly, with a wriggle and a twist he couldn't understand, the teenager
pulled him down and turned him over on his back and bent over him astride
his hips, her cunt impaled on his cock, all without once letting him slip
out of her. He gasped and arched up under her, squeezing her pendulous,
swollen breasts, marvelling at the perfection of their size and weight and
shape. She bent and kissed him, her hips grinding sexily on his groin,
churning her cunt with his cock. Rearing up on her arms, she smiled down at
him, her braid hanging over one shoulder.

"I don't want to come so soon," she murmured. 

"Neither do I," he grinned.

"Good," she smiled. "We'll have fun."

She threw her head back and began to buck and rock heavily on his lap,
lifting her cunt up along the length of his cock, then forcing it back down
again. He grunted and moved with her, heaving and bucking and pumping his
hips rhythmically under her. She moaned and arched her tongue sexily over
her upper lip.

"Mm ... yes ... god I love your cock in my slit!" she murmured.

Her hips gyrated and twisted as she spiralled her cunt down on his penis.
The feeling was incredible and her cunt convulsed and contracted in a
frenzy of its own on his throbbing erection. The taxi driver pumped his
hips up and down under the sexy, irresistible teenager, fondling her
breasts, pinching and tweaking her nipples. She groaned, her face radiant
with lust and, twisting around, reached behind to cup and squeeze his
balls. He gripped her buttocks, squeezed them open and pressed his finger
to her anus. She shuddered, rearing upright on his lap, her hands sliding
up her body to lift and squeeze her breasts. He watched her, immensely
turned on by her actions.

"Yes!" she groaned. "Oh fuck yes! That's so good, lover! Fuck me! Ohhhh
uhhh yes! Oh god your cock's so good in my cunt! Ohhhhh uhhh yes! Oh ma
uhhh ahhhh uhhh yes!"

"Take it!" he grunted, tossing her on his lap, forcing her to move faster.
"C'mon, you fucking slut! Take it!"

Goading each other, they began moving faster, their bodies rocking and
swinging together. She fell forward on outstretched arms and began bucking
and bouncing her hips over his. Her buttocks flexed and unflexed and her
cunt rose and fell along the long stem of his penis. Her breasts tossed and
jumped and her gold necklace danced, slapping on her tawny skin. The taxi
driver noticed the sexy little marks on her flesh; there was one between
her breasts, too. 

This time, it was he who stopped. He drew her cunt down and pulled her down
on him, her breasts hot and heavy on his chest. She bent her head and
kissed him hard, pushing her tongue sexily in and out of her mouth.

"Now," he grunted. "I want you from behind."

"And in my ass," she reminded him.

"And in your ass."

She slipped off his cock and pulled some of their clothes towards her. She
knelt on them and leaned forward with more fabric protecting her forearms
from the rough, unfinished floor. Her heavy breasts hung pendulous and her
gold necklace swayed against her chin. The taxi driver was behind her and
now he dropped in a low squat astride her hips and pushed his cock between
her buttocks. Kanan moaned as she felt it slip past her puckered, taut anus
and to her cunt. He grunted and squeezed its throbbing length into her cunt
slowly and smoothly and deeply. Kanan moaned, her head lifting, her eyes
fluttering shut, her mouth opening, lurching forward as the huge cock
surged into her cunt. She writhed her buttocks against his crotch,
squeezing his penis with her strong cunt muscles. The man grunted. His
fingertips in the small of her back he began fucking her slowly and heavily
and deeply with a steady, but accelerating rhythm. Kanan whimpered her
pleasure. Her body rocked and jerked under his thrusts. His buttocks flexed
and unflexed and his hips swung back and forth and up and down. His cock
glistened as it ran in and out of her cunt.

"OHHHHHHh uhh yes! Oh yes oh yes oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh ma uh hanh uh
oh ma oh ma oh ma uhh hanh uhhh yes!" she gasped. "Yes! Ohhhh yes, baby
yes! Fuck me! Yes! Ohhhhhhhh uhhh yes! Shove it in deeper, stud! Ahhhh yes!
That's it ... c'mon ... shove it right in ... all the way! Ahhhhhh uhhh yes
oh god yes ... that's so good ... c'mon ... fuck me! Fuck me hard! Yes!
That's it! Harder! C'mon! Do it! OHHHHHHH uhhhhh OHHHHH uhhh OHH uhhhh OH
uh OH uh OH uh OH uh Ohma uh Ohma uh ohma uhh Ohma! Oh ma! Ohma uhh hanh uh
yes!"

Her words and cries thrilled him. He moved faster and faster, hammering his
hips at her buttocks with loud slaps, his balls bouncing off her cunt-lips,
ramming and reaming his cock in and out of her cunt. Her body jerked and
snapped violently under his thrusts. He savaged her slit, thrusting and
pounding and plunging madly in and out of her flesh, his mind in a whirl,
his loins ablaze with an uncontainable lust-fire. 

"C'mon! Take it, you whoring bitch! Take it! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh
fuck yes! That's it! C'mon! Yeh! Oh fuck yes! Take it! Oh fuck uhh ahh uhh
oh uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ahhh uhhh ahhhh uhhh ahhhh uhh yes!"

Faster and faster he went and he thought he could actually hear his cock
squelching and scrunching into her cunt-meat, pulverizing and grinding the
hot, pulpy, wet flesh of her slit. Her breasts jiggled violently and he
bent over and squeezed them, pinching her nipples hard. She cried out, her
head snapping up, her face contorting and turned her face over her
shoulder. He jammed his mouth to hers and pushed his tongue between her
open lips. His hips rocketed up and down with a savage fury. He seemed to
have no control over his body. On and on he went, plundering and pillaging
her exquisite teenage flesh and she loved every minute of it, every inch of
his penis and kept calling for still more.

"Now!" she gasped suddenly. "Take my ass now! C'mon! Do it!"

He jerked out of her and she moaned and sank forward in a steep namaz pose,
her face turned on its side on the floor, her shoulders pressed to it, her
buttocks thrust back. Thrusting her hands back, she pulled her buttocks
open and exposed the puckered flesh of her anus to him.

"The tube of cream!" she gasped. "Use that! In my ass!"

The cabbie stared, then grabbed the green tube.

"Give me a hit," she grunted. "The ampoule."

He uncapped the tube and pressed the open end to her anus. Her sphincter
yielded. He squeezed it. She moaned and, as she sucked in her breath, he
snapped an ampoule under her nose. The drug shot into her head and slammed
through her body like a thunderclap. She gasped, going rigid, clawing at
her buttocks with the cream tube still stuck in it, her face twisting in
joy. 

"Now!" she cried. "Fuck my butt, lover! Shove your cock into it!"

The man was overwhelmed, out of control. He tossed the cream tube aside,
took a hit himself, gasped as the aphrodisiac surged through his body.

Before him, Kanan moaned, her buttocks swaying and writhing, open in eager
anticipation. "Do it," she groaned. "I want it! Come on! Quickly!"

The man pressed his cock-head to her anus. It met no resistance. He flexed
his buttocks and pressed forward. His cock-head popped into her anus. Kanan
moaned in pleasure, writhing frantically on the floor.

"More!" she gasped. "Shove it all in baby! Come on! Bugger me! Fuck my ass!
Fuck it hard!"

The man felt dizzy. The cream was a lubricant and an aphrodisiac. His cock
throbbed and burned. The jizz in his loins clamoured for release. He dug
his fingers into her hips and squeezed his cock heavily into her tight rear
channel. Kanan cried out as the huge penis crushed through her anus. Her
face contorted and twisted in a rictus of unbridled pleasure. Her hands
flew up and clawed at the clothes under her breasts. She squeezed her
breasts frantically in her hands. In and in the man went, incredulous at
her ability to take his entire cock, all of it, into her anus. Kanan's
breath came in heaving, wracked sobs. Her face was twisted in an agony of
lust, her mouth torn open, her eyes screwed shut, her lips snapped back
over her perfect, pearly teeth. Her back twisted and writhed under him, her
buttocks squirming against his crotch, her anus deeply impaled by his
throbbing penis. He flexed his buttocks taut, pressed his hips to her
buttocks and, flinging his head back, groaned loudly, wincing as her anus
contracted fiercely on his erection.

"Oh ma uhh oh ma," she sobbed, her voice sexily ragged and hoarse. "Yes uhh
oh yes ... oh god yes ... do it! Oh ma ... c'mon ... please!"

The man moaned and began to sodomize the teenager slowly and heavily and
thoroughly. He slid his cock out of her, moving his hips back, then slid
into her again in a long, deep, skewering thrust. Again and again he drew
out and thrust in, drew out and thrust in. Beneath him, Kanan whimpered and
gasped and sobbed in joy, egging him on with a litany of guttural
obscenities. The man continued fucking her ass, his muscles rippling and
cording in tension, his belly sucking inward. Kanan thrust a hand into her
crotch and began masturbating, curling a slender finger into her slit and
jabbing it in and out, knuckling her rigid, gorged clitoris. On and on he
went and then she lost control. She came hard, gasping, the breath hissing
from her throat. Her cunt convulsed on her finger and her anus cramped on
his penis. The man gasped, winced, moaned and forced his cock into her
again, once, twice, three, four times. Each thrust made her moan and cry
out. The heat in his loins was unbearable. He gasped, trying to stem the
flood, but it was no use. The heat surged up and out and he moaned in
relief as it spurted from his cock-head and out into her tight, clonic
anus. Kanan gasped in pleasure and joy when she felt the sharp sticky sting
of his spoot flooding her anus. His load was copious, assisted by the high
dosage of the powerful aphrodisiacs and he kept coming. He slid out of her
anus, his cock still spurting jizz and dribbled it on her buttocks and in
the cleft between them. 

"Fuck yes!" he grunted. "Oh fuck that's good!"

He flicked her hand away and, with a moan of relief, sank his cock smoothly
and deeply into her cunt again. Kanan groaned, lurching forward on the
floor, her chest heaving, her buttocks swaying and writhing, her body
trembling. The man fucked her cunt slowly and heavily for a few minutes,
emptying his awesome load into her slit. At last, it ended and he slid out
of her and sank back on his haunches behind her. Kanan's body collapsed on
the floor. She whimpered, her back and chest heaving, her breathing ragged.
He groaned, his chest heaving, too, his pulse still hammering. He had never
known such incredible fucking. Slowly, she steadied herself and turned
around and smiled wantonly at him, her eyes dancing.

"That was lovely. Thank you," she murmured. 

He bent over and kissed her. "You're fantastic, babe," he said.
"Incredible."

"So are you," she giggled, her fingers working his cock. "What's the time?"

He looked at his watch. "Eight thirty."

"Shit. I said I'd be there at eight. You'll have to drive like a bat out of
hell."

"No sweat."

"Let's go."

"That's it, huh? I don't see you again now?"

She got up, getting into her clothes quickly and grinned. "No. Not quite.
I'm at this place for the weekend. Then I've got to get back. And guess
who's driving me home on Sunday?"

The taxi driver laughed as he dressed. They hurried down to the car. She
sat beside him this time. He gunned the engine and put his floor down. The
car shot out of the dark lane.

Later that night, Kanan rocked and moaned ecstatically under her servant,
Ramu. His cock plowed into her cunt slowly and unhurriedly, entering her
from all angles. She whimpered, heaving up and down under him. Suddenly she
stopped.

"What's the matter?" he frowned.

She looked at him and giggled suddenly. "That taxi driver I told you about?
The one I fucked on the way here after I dropped off Abhay?"

"What about him?"

"That's the point. I don't know anything about him. Not even his name!"

Ramu stared at her and began to laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"You," he said. "You're a fucking slut at heart!"

"Lucky you," she said softly, her eyes glittering. "Now are you going to
talk all night, or do I get fucked?"

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