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With her engine idling she opened the window and peered over the edge into the darkness. She paused briefly, wound up the window and drove further along at a slower speed. The first corner wound to the left. She slowed to a stop. Through the headlights, she looked for any skidmarks across the tar – a final act of reckless driving. There was nothing. She continued on... Sometimes, Mandy would find cars at the bottom of embankments across this treacherous part of the region. Many of the vehicles would be stolen, wrecked and then abandoned. Quite often in these parts there were fatalities. Most of the fatalities involved younger men. Hot-headed young men on Saturday nights in small neighbouring towns with alcohol fuelling their blood, giving vent to their frustrated lives and a release from a work-heavy week. She first discovered the consistency of incidents in the local paper. Local government had done little about the dangerous road. As such, the local town morgue was always busier on the weekend. She thought of the futility. The loss of loved young men, the loss of not- so-loved young men, daring to test their luck on the road. Usually they were found in pairs - coupled for seeking death. Her blue sedan kept moving slowly, following the black ribbon of tar squeezed between the rock face on one side and a precipice on the other. The car approached a rise with the road sharply curving to the right. Another hair-pin turn but still a clean road. She glanced at the digital clock in her car, it was now just after midnight and the men would be out of the bars by now. Fuelled up reaching for their car keys and ready to test their skills behind the wheel. Mandy’s car climbed a rise before she turned left and drove along the narrow path to her favourite haunt - the lookout. Here was a way for her to view the surrounding, hilly area. To catch glimpses of car headlights as the young male drivers would climb up the steep, winding road that cut through the thick, wooded area. She would sit with engine idling, viewing the headlights along the road. She waited for twenty minutes and a car approached behind her, arriving at the lookout. The headlights swept through her car as the vehicle stopped beside her. She paused and then looked at the occupants - a young couple. The woman driver stopped the engine and turned off the headlights. They were settling in for the night. Mandy tried to ignore them, but ignoring them didn’t help, it only made them turn into complete exhibitionists. She listened to the sounds that began to leak out of their car and into hers. She could see the movement of limbs, entwined. Mouths locked in passion. The passenger seat had been retracted and the woman driver had moved over. Mandy turned on her car radio, loud enough to drown out the lovers. She wondered why it was so important for some couples to go to great lengths and publicise their intimate moments. She then remembered that that was the nature of exhibitionists. The last thing she saw was the man’s head dipping low while the woman laid back with eyes closed, lips parted in pleasure. Mandy reversed her car and headed back down the narrow road. Just as she turned left onto the main road she witnessed a momentary play of light - a set of headlights disappearing swiftly over an embankment in the distance. She put her foot down to investigate, passed some sharp turns, a dip in the road and near the inside lane she observed fragments of shattered glass reflecting in her high beam headlights. She slowed down to observe the road. The fragments of glass looked recent, it was certainly not there the night before. She drove on, moved her car into the outside lane closest to the precipice. Not long after she noted 2 pairs of dark lines making straight for the precipice. There was no broken barrier to report it. Nothing. Just the wilderness at night. She shivered, wondering if the occupants were all right or not and began to search for a place to park her car. The immediate surrounds offered little space. The shoulder of the road was too narrow for her to leave her car there. She thought that just over the crest of the hill, a little further down, was an emergency off- ramp for vehicles. She continued driving, reached the crest, and less than a kilometre down the winding descent, she could see what she was after. She quickly drove her car onto the off-ramp and found enough space at the end of the ramp to park her vehicle safely out of sight from the main road... * * (i) Mandy’s Diary - 12:53am. September 3rd. Tonight, one happy girl! The car was upright when I found them. They were still both inside the car and hadn’t been thrown out during impact. Young men, as usual, stinking of beer and whiskey. The man who I suspected as Kevin was dead before I arrived (more on that later). He must have got the Angel Lust on passing (and that is in capitals for a reason) - he was an absolute prize when I found him! At first I wasn’t aware and didn’t check out his birthday equipment until later. I found his friend calling out to him in distress but he was slipping in and out of consciousness and unaware of my presence so I felt assured that my presence would remain undetected. I would be the invisible angel, and finally having my own way with two unknowing guys tonight! This Kevin guy must have been about 16 or 17. It was when I was leaning over Kevin to check out the state of his buddy that I felt the unmistakeable hardness. My heart skipped a beat and my attention fell to him straight away. I wanted to see if he had something ready and waiting for me. I shone my torch down his crotch and, ignoring the warm blood covering the seat, I slowly unzipped his partly- soaked trousers. His dead manhood sprang out to greet me, like a proud banner, slapped my palm as if to say ‘well, what are you waiting for girl I won’t be around here for long?’ I knelt down, savouring this soooo rare a moment like a bitch on heat - my painted fingernail lightly brushing his tip, watching the clear fluid cling to both my fingernail and him. The unmistakeble gluggy wetness. He had a long trail running down, my finger traced his length as far as his balls and that was enough. I quickly dried him up with some tissues, rolled a raincoat over him and sent him off for lengthy frolicks at the entrance to my wet garden. Keeping Kevin busy, I leaned over with my free arm to see what condition his companion was in. He was now asking for his mother in a boyish whisper and almost hesistated before fumbling with his trousers. He sounded all so young. He kept mumbling out and I guessed he was running out of time. Judging by his voice, he sounded younger than Kevin. But it was my hand in his pants that discovered a contradiction to his boyish appearance. His cock wasn’t just in his pants, it was coiled in there. Like some sleeping python, undiscovered. I felt a brief twinge of pity in my stomach and did my best but couldn’t forget my own desires. The angel was greedy tonight! I answered him with a maternal voice ‘your mummy is here, honey!’ But I don’t think he knew I was there. Even if he had, I don’t think he would have been half-convinced. Wriggling with Kevin against me, the image of his pale, still-hard cock at my sole command, while wondering what this other guy would have been like I began to build on an immense orgasm way too quickly. In frustration I paused to slow myself down and held the younger man against my face, squeezing all of his flaccid length and kissing wildly. My tongue covered what seemed an acre of cock. The scent in the car was a heady cocktail of sex, death, and cock – warm and delicious. I revelled with ecstacy, stroked him, sucked him. In the end my intensity failed my self-discipline and stuffed as much of him into my mouth as I could and gave the cool and hard Kevin full access to my steaming, wet garden. I began to rub myself and wriggle, feeling Kevin from all sides and angles. He felt good, cold and hard, just as I thought it would be. I kept him there. Held him inside by the balls. At the end my entire body tensed like a man dragged into rigor and I came hard and forceful, my sex clenching Kevin fiercely. Completely spent I held onto both of them until I’d let myself down enough to grant them both an exit. The bliss of that moment was so much that I almost fell asleep between the both of them. I desperately wanted a second serving but knew I couldn’t stick around for too long, even in the darkness. * * Mandy stuffed the tissues in a plastic bag, and walked carefully back up the precipice. Once back in her car, she drove back to the scenic lookout, her head spinning with her experiences of that night. The lookout was now abandoned. She parked the car and cut the engine. The sound of rain began to spread gently over her car roof. It made a distinct pattern and was soothing. It reminded her of the rain that sent her to sleep in her bedroom when she was younger and it made her easeful. She turned and eyed the plastic bag, next to the torch, on the passenger seat. She looked at the contents inside the bag. The soiled tissues. She thought of the dead young men getting wet in the car and knew they wouldn’t be found until the morning. She thought of their blood mixing with the rainwater as it entered the twisted roof, pooling on the car floor and dripping through into the soil. Mandy retracted her seat and undid her belt. She lifted her warm buttocks and slowly rolled her jeans down below her knees. She reached over, grasping the plastic bag on the passenger seat, and parted her legs. With her right hand touching herself, she scrunched the opening of the bag with her left hand and formed it into a rudimentary funnel. She brought the bag closer to her nose and mouth and breathed the scent of Kevin’s spent seed in deeply. His scent was still strong inside the bag. She thought of the rest of him washing away in the rain, but gave herself an untraceable part of him for one last moment on the hilltop by herself. His thick, parting shot reminded her of the seaside and for some reason, it relaxed her mind from the intoxicating affect those young men had on her. She closed her eyes and relived her exquisitely private moment with them while slowly rubbing her moist vulva, her fingers tracing the lips of her hot groove now empty. She thought of the young driver, whose tuberous cock she used as a gag to stifle her moans and could still feel his texture on her tongue. She began to moan whilst thinking of Kevin’s snug presence inside her, still hard even now with the raincoat she tenderly sheltered him with. She knew that it would keep that pleasuring part of him dry while the cool rain beaded down the length of his already cool shaft and across his now exposed balls. And although she knew he would be limp by the morning, she still wondered what the person would think when he or she discovered them. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 36