Chapter 3

Literotic asexstories – Chapter 3 by ghost12_spirit,ghost12_spirit CHAPTER 3 — Is being a nymphomaniac still a thing?

Blindfolded, naked except for my tiny bikini bottoms, I sat listening, I had been rubbing myself, but now I was motionless, my ears strained, my heart raced, and my body trembled. I thought I could hear footsteps approaching the car…

My day had begun with a visit to Jen and Rachel’s house. Thinking back on what we had done my mind retraced what had happened after my escape down from Jen’s balcony.

As I walked from Jen’s house, I felt invigorated, my energy and desire started with flashing my mother and only built during my fun with Jen and the thrill of almost getting caught by her husband. Everything had been exciting, erotic, mostly X-rated, and it made me feel totally alive. I wouldn’t have traded a moment of it for anything and would do it again in a second. Well, maybe I would have been a little more careful with my bikini top.

Far from satisfying my hunger for sex, my appetite was even more all-consuming than ever.

I really didn’t have to walk that far and I had almost made it all the way home without seeing anyone, no cars, no people in their yards; I wondered where everyone had disappeared to. That’s when I heard a car approach me from behind. Without turning, I heard it slow down and then saw it pull onto the shoulder just ahead of me. I should have been paying more attention but I was still lost in a swirl of thoughts, memories of pleasure and orgasms, the thrill of almost getting caught, and thinking about the potential of being exposed.

The person in the car was likely waiting for someone or talking on their cell, I continued to walk, wondering how David would react tonight when we were alone and how I might be able to relieve my almost aching need to be fucked; with all of that in my mind, I failed to recognize the car.

All the way home I had expected maybe a whistle or two or maybe a horn to honk in response to me, but as I moved up next to the car, I almost jumped out of my skin when a familiar voice asked, “Whatcha doin’ sweetie?”

Of all the people who could have stopped, I think I was most surprised to hear my mother’s voice.

She said the words in a tone that was remarkably calm considering how I was dressed or perhaps better described as not dressed. I didn’t even think about my grass-stained knees.

Instead of being upset, she smiled, noticing but not commenting on my appearance despite the obvious signs of mussed-up hair, grass stains, and smeared makeup. Had I looked at myself, I would have also worried that she could see my thighs covered in hickies and small bite marks. If she noticed anything she did not comment.

I opened my mouth to start to explain and unconsciously dropped my hands revealing my reddened, still very erect, nipples, also covered in hickies and small bite marks. At the same time, I sensed just how wet and tiny my bottoms were. My waist was at her eye level and I could tell she was struggling to maintain eye contact with me because of my now exposed boobs, my wet pussy, and protruding clit easily visible through my almost transparent white bikini bottoms. It was like one of my darkest fantasies coming true.

Continuing to be oblivious, she began talking to me as if she was just talking about the weather.

“Sweetie, I thought I would take the afternoon off and maybe we could go for a drive, you know like we used to,” she paused for a second, “I have been working too hard and thought it would be fun just to play hooky.”

She looked at my body how little I wore and my condition as if finally noticing me. She smiled and spoke again, “But, Maddy, you’re a mess sweetie,” then she paused for several moments as if thinking.

I started to explain and she held her fingers to her lips, “It’s okay, Madison, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, you’re a full-grown woman, and can do what you want with whomever you want.”

Then with kind of a sexy smile and a voice that matched, “I do think, though, you have been very naughty sweetie, and I would love to hear how you got like this.”

My mouth almost dropped wide open when she said that and I swear she licked her lips, I almost fell over. Then to pile onto my shock, she added, “And I want to hear your story, if you’ll tell me, but not here, I’ve had a lot on my mind and I would like to get out of our neighborhood for a little while, would you like to go for a drive and tell me?”

I surprised myself and said, “I’d like to Mommy,” unconsciously slipping into a submissive state that made me feel butterflies rising in my stomach and created that familiar thrill that I always got before sex. As I said the words, I found myself getting turned on by the thought of telling her what I had been doing as much as everything else I had already done that day. I wondered if she would be as shocked as I was now.

She smiled even wider and said, “So run inside and get cleaned up as quickly as you can.”

In my wildest dreams, I never anticipated this reaction. I was totally shocked she wasn’t mad, in fact, she looked far more intrigued than upset, even excited. To think, when I flashed her and kissed her this would be her reaction, made my body shiver and wish I had done something so much sooner.

If we went for a drive, if meant we might be able to explore what I had started with her, I was excited for the possibilities. Lately more and more I thought only about making out, I joked about being a nymphomaniac, maybe I was.

Mom never took time off work and the fact that today she wanted to just get away for a while, and with me! made me feel out of this world. I did notice though, in her eyes, a look I had seen before so many times with men and women just before they ravished me.

As she put the window up, I realized what the look meant and it made my heart beat even faster. Could I dare hope for that, I noticed my hands shaking and my mouth was dry; however, between my legs, the dampness felt like a tap had been turned on.

The window reversed just as I had started to finish walking to our house, only maybe three or four houses away. She stuck her head out and spoke louder, “I have a couple of errands to run and will be maybe thirty minutes, you just hurry and get cleaned up, but Maddy, don’t change, I want you to just wear your bikini bottoms, okay? I’ll be back as quick as I can to get you.”

Doubly amazed, I was thrilled she wasn’t yelling at me, and given my condition, I was now hoping for an outlet for my sex-addicted body. I started again towards our driveway when I realized what she had said, “Don’t change?”

All I was wearing was a very tiny bikini bottom, I stopped dead in my tracks.

She must have anticipated my stunned reaction because she had obviously been watching and waiting for my reaction.

“Come on Maddy, get that beautiful sexy ass of yours in gear, we only have a little time for fun before your father gets home, I want to make the most of it, she said in a way that left no doubt that she wanted to do far more than just talk this afternoon.

Lightheaded and excited, my fever was strong and all-encompassing. I turned and walked as quick as I could up towards the house in my bare feet, thinking to myself … “Little time, did she really say beautiful ass, and just wear my bikini bottoms?” What was going on here?

Afraid I was dreaming; I moved as fast as I could up the driveway and disappeared into the house. With my heart thumping, my desires and imagination took me in a dozen different directions all of which made my body shake and my pussy even wetter. There really wasn’t enough time to really get cleaned up, but with my heightened level of energy, I knew I had to make the most of this.

Peeling off my wet bottoms and top before I was even through the door, I moved naked through the house and up the stairs. I moved through the house totally at ease in my nakedness, it seemed like lately I was naked almost as much as I was dressed. Smiling at the thought, I hopped in the shower, leaving the torn top on the bathroom vanity and dropping the bottoms in a small heap on the floor.

I turned on the water and started washing myself, my mind racing with the possibilities for this afternoon. I think I set a new record for my quickest shower in history. Dripping and naked I brushed my teeth and took a few moments I didn’t have to apply a little makeup.

I picked up my bikini, tossing the ripped part into my bedroom, and then trembling, I walked this time, trying not to rush the feeling, back down the stairs and through the house.

Pausing in the kitchen, I almost forgot to reattach my bottoms. I took a moment though and brought them to my face and inhaled, I loved my scent, and these bottoms were soaked with my juices. Feeling very naughty and savoring the wetness against my body, I retied the straps and took a moment to position the tiny triangle over my pussy, my lower lips were still a little swollen from Jen’s attention; they were partly open and as I positioned the fabric, I could not help but whimper a little.

Glancing at myself in the mirror by the door, I felt chills and electricity throughout my body and let my fingers touch my nipples for a moment, I almost passed out from the intensity. I opened the door and slipped out topless into the sun, this time making no effort to cover my boobs.

I felt confident, I felt totally alive, if this was what it was like to be a nymphomaniac, then sign me up. I walked with poise my shoulders back, boobs out, not rushing, and allowing my hips to sway.

Mom was waiting in the car as I appeared. I could feel her gaze as I walked to the car, strangely my anxiety, anticipation, and confidence grew with each step, looking forward to not only the potential of sex but sex without boundaries with my mother, who knew where this might possibly go.

“I’m glad you listened to me, Madison, you look much more delicious now.” She looked so prim and proper in her work clothes.

Somehow, she had freshened her makeup, and she wore perfume, her scent always reminded me of wildflowers and vanilla. I had always thought she was pretty, today she seemed to sparkle. I thought she looked every inch what I could imagine a MILF was. I sat in the front seat and she waited while I did up my seatbelt, the fabric of the belt feeling like fire on my skin, those butterflies had returned, and I knew she was staring at my body.

She backed out of the driveway and started forward. I didn’t ask where we were going, I didn’t care, with each moment I was further away from my clothes and each moment I was more exposed to my mother and anyone who happened to see me, people on the street, people in cars at the stoplights, people looking down from trucks. Any of them would be able to tell my boobs were exposed and although I didn’t think it was possible, I got even more slippery and hot.

We had driven in silence for maybe a mile or two, when Mom said quietly, “I want you to know I know you and David have been fucking each other’s brains out for ages now.”

I didn’t even hesitate to answer or deny her statement, “You knew?” I paused, remaining motionless for several moments before Mom nodded.

“You must think I am very naïve sweetie; I have known you and David have been bopping each other silly since almost the first time you two did it. I figure it was probably that first weekend we left you two alone.”

It didn’t seem like a question, so I didn’t answer, only smiled a very guilty smile.

She smiled too and changed her gaze, looking down at my damp bottoms, and then added, “Are you going to leave a wet mark on the upholstery Maddy?”

I was surprised at her willingness to be so open, but not shocked, knowing someday we were going to get caught. I was pleased with her calmness and how she seemed to be increasingly turned on at the same time. I tried to think of the best way to answer the question but only, “Probably,” came out, and then, “How did you know?

“Maddy, I know what sex sounds like, and you and David are not exactly quiet about it, especially you.” She looked over at me, her eyes drinking in my body, its arousal, and the fact that unquestionably I was going to leave a wet mark as the crotch of my bottoms was almost transparent with the wetness.

“You’re not mad?”

“I was at first,” she said with a slight sigh. She paused for maybe ten seconds, the quiet felt like hours.

Then she continued, “Maddy, fucking your brother is not something I should allow, much less something I should have listened to night after night. You know it is also illegal in some parts of our country,” she paused again. I hate expected anger, disappointment, and certainly disapproval; not this.

I didn’t say anything, I found I had to force myself to stop holding my breath.

Then she added, “I think eventually, I was mostly jealous and guilty because the noises you both made fucking turned me on so much. It can be somewhat depressing to know your son and daughter are getting laid more often than you are and so much better than I have been by your father.”

I was completely quiet. Then she added, “In fact, eventually, I started looking forward to listening to you two doing it while masturbating myself.”

The words sunk in, not only did Mom know, but she listened, and it turned her on, I couldn’t have hoped for a better reaction.

“Does Daddy know?” I finally asked.

“No, I am pretty sure he doesn’t, I think he could sleep through a nuclear explosion, and unfortunately, he is so interested in his phone that I suspect he doesn’t notice anything other than that,” she snorted in disgust.

“You know Maddy, he’s never even noticed you parading in your panties all the time when we are getting ready for work, and even when you exposed your pussy to me almost right in front of him.”

I didn’t say anything.

I just kept breathing slowly and thinking to myself, “Just let her talk Maddy, just let her talk,” all the while I just got more and more turned on, I had to stifle my need to whimper. My pussy felt like it was a million degrees.

“But, Madison, the more I listened to you both the more I wanted to hear, and maybe that’s when I started thinking about doing something more than just listening and watching you two.”

“Really?”

“Really,” she paused and added, “I decided not only was I okay with it, but I also wanted you and maybe David too, I just wasn’t sure about how to approach you both. I knew it was wrong, just like I knew it was wrong to listen and watch you.”

“I know some people might think it is wrong, but we know what we’re doing Mom,” I said wanting her to understand without judging.

She took a deep breath and then said, “You made the decision easy for me in the laundry room, when you showed me yourself, I figured you wanted me and then I just needed to find a time that I could do something about it, which is why you and I are going for a little drive in the country.”

We drove for about a mile, and she seemed to be thinking, I didn’t want to say anything to make her change her mind.

Finally, she spoke again, “Maddy, I am tired of just listening and occasionally peeking at you and David, but you especially, does that make sense?”

I didn’t say anything but nodded, she would have to be blind not to see how aroused I was, my poor nipples had never been harder, they actually hurt they were so big.

As she drove she smiled and began to softly caress my body with her hands.

“I spoke to David, you know,” she smiled while she spoke.

I didn’t say anything.

“I asked about you, he didn’t want to tell me, but he doesn’t have your willpower, and I suspect that you know what he would do for a blowjob.”

“You gave David a blowjob?”

“You think that is wrong? Come on Maddy, I know how he looks at you and I have caught him more than once looking at me the same way, I just caught him doing it and then did something about it, he didn’t seem to mind.”

“Really?” That she had done it, I believed, that he had managed to keep it a secret from me, is what surprised me.

She laughed, “Maddy, for such a bright woman, especially one who likes sex, you seem surprised that you might be the only one in our family who likes sex, I had just forgotten how much I liked it.”

“To be fair Maddy, once I got David talking, it was easy to tell that having me get him off was something you and he had spoken about.” Her willingness to talk to me about this still had me wondering if this was a dream.

She kept talking, “After watching and listening to you two go at it so much, you shouldn’t be surprised you turned me into a voyeur and since your father isn’t interested, I think it was only natural I started thinking about you two as an outlet for me.”

She spoke again throwing off my thoughts.

“I confronted him like what I am doing with you, although my aim was different, like any guy he is easy to satisfy, I did it while you were watching TV with Dad, the only problem was I couldn’t get him to shut up, he told me everything about your “nympho” activities,” she paused to let that sink in.

“At least those activities he knows about,” I said before I realized what I had said. She just laughed.

“Right, what he knew about,” she laughed.

“If he only knew a little Maddy, then you have been a very busy girl and very bad as well,” she wagged her finger at me with a very devilish smile on her face.

I just smiled.

“Really, Maddy, your professors, Rachel, David, several of his friends, Jen,” she mentioned several other names, then added, “By the way, like David and your lovers, I think you are more of a nymphomaniac than a slut.”

I started to say something and she put up her hand, “No Maddy, don’t try to make excuses for me, it is actually quite okay, and in fact knowing even a little about what you do and how much you like sex, only makes me more excited.”

I started to say something again and she held her finger to my lips, “Shhh, Maddy, all my life I wanted to be more sexually outgoing, in the years of being a parent and a working mom, I had just about forgotten those feeling, I am really grateful to you,” she paused to catch her breath and seemed to have almost rehearsed what she was saying so I decided not to speak.

“I know almost everyone would think what I am doing is wrong, but after so much denial for so long, I don’t care what anyone thinks anymore. So I started planning this afternoon with you,” she laughed.

“As I thought about what we might do, I had to make myself cum so many times I started to feel what you must feel,” She paused to take a breath again, I realized I was holding my own breath again and forced myself to start breathing again too.

“So I spoke to David and asked him what he thought we could do, you would be amazed at all of the different ideas he had involving you.”

“Like going for a drive and making out someplace private?” I asked.

“I admit, that was my original plan, and I thought that was a pretty great idea, then, thanks to David, I decided on something you might like better, and something I would like too.”

“What?” My response was so quick, that she actually jumped a little.

“Something David had wanted to do with you, after he told me I had to look it up and at first I was shocked, then I read more, and even watched some British videos online and decided it would be perfect.”

I was speechless, Mom watched Porn online.

She looked at me sitting on the front seat beside her as pulled the car over onto the side of the busy road. So entranced by our conversation I hadn’t even really noticed that we had stopped driving. I felt her pull my body against the barriers of the seat belt and without any hesitation, she slipped one hand between my legs working my small little box, and used the other to caress my boobs.

“Sorry, Maddy, I couldn’t wait until we got where I am taking you,” then she kissed me while continuing to fondle me, her voice was nervous and raspy, her breathing was erratic, and her hands were shaking.

“Maddy, I have wanted to touch you and make you scream for the longest time,” and then she kissed me, long and hard, her tongue and lips dancing across my lips. Although I was used to being the aggressor, I felt myself melting against her lips and pushing my pussy against her hand and fingers.

“But,” she said in between kisses and fondling, “Given your appetite, I decided what he had suggested would not only satisfy my desires but to do something that would satisfy yours as well.”

After what seemed like forever kissing me, she kind of jumped as if somehow, she had been distracted from her original purpose, and said, “Ok sweetie, time for my new plan.” I noticed her hands were still shaking and now there was a large wet spot between her legs.

“What did you plan?” I asked, my heart beating fast, seemingly in my throat.

“I’m getting to that sweetie, like I said, originally I thought it would be fun for you and me to do some personal exploration together, you made me so hot and bothered the other day, that I could hardly concentrate at work all day.”

“Sorry.”

“No, you’re not, you enjoyed every second of it, it wouldn’t surprise me that you planned it to happen.”

“Who me?” I said with mock surprise and then smiled.

“Exactly, so for today, I wanted us to do something that would make it hard for you to concentrate.”

Then seemingly changing the subject, she pulled away from me as I shifted back into my seat and said quietly as the car pulled back into traffic, “Can I ask you a question?”

I nodded, letting my own fingers wander over my body.”

“Today, when I picked you up, I couldn’t help but notice that you looked like you had just been fucked, who was it? Was it Brad? Jennifer, Rachel, or all three?” Her language surprised me, but I could tell she was motivated by curiosity, not anger.

That she thought I could have done all three was kind of interesting.

I looked at her, really noticing just how pretty and sexy she was before replying, “Not Brad, he is insanely jealous, he kind of scares me a little.”

She didn’t comment, then quietly said, “Rachel?”

I smiled and shook my head, she waited for a second as if she was hesitating, and she added, “But you have been with Rachel before.”

I nodded and then added, “But not today.”

She smiled again, she asked hesitantly, “Jennifer?”

I smiled and just said, “Yes.”

Then I leaned over and she turned towards me as she drove and I lightly kissed her on the lips.

I didn’t want to be more of a distraction than I already was so it was a small kiss. She smiled and licked her lips, enjoying how I tasted.

She focused on driving as traffic was thick here, but asked, “You and Jenny, how long?”

“For a few months, sometimes both of them together, but today it was just Jenny,” I paused, “We just about got caught, I had to climb naked out her window because Brad surprised us.”

She laughed, “You really are a little nympho, I love it.”

I was so focused on her again I never noticed the car slowing and pulling into a roadside rest area. I had no idea how long we had been driving and I didn’t recognize where we were.

Then she seemed to remember about her plan, “You like unusual sex, sex with different people.”

I waited a moment, not knowing where this was going, it really wasn’t a question.

“I do,” I said.

“Do you trust me?” she asked and I slowly nodded my head up and down.

“Good, Maddy, do you know what dogging is?”

My heart stopped, I know that is impossible, but that’s how it felt.

My voice sounded dry and raspy as I asked, “Why?”

“Madison, that’s what David said he fantasized about you trying. When I watched those videos, all I could do was masturbate about watching you get deliciously fucked having sex with total strangers and maybe letting some of them fuck me too. ”

She said it so matter-of-factly that she could have been talking about the weather. I’m sure she must have thought that I would say, “Yes, Mother, of course, I will let myself get fucked by completed strangers while you watch and maybe even record it on your phone.”

There was silence, she looked at me, still quiet for a moment, she ran her long fingernails up and down my thighs. Electricity arced through my entire body, my heart raced and I felt myself trembling.

She started talking again, I must have seemed distant, my mind lost in the possibilities.

“Maddy, the more I thought about it, the more I knew that I just had to try to make it happen, I must have watched a dozen porn videos over and over again, and each time I had to stop and play with myself. Based on what David told me about what you have already done, and then thinking about your little exhibitionist display for me, I decided to take a chance that you would be as excited as me, what do you think?”

“Is that why we’re here?” I asked, my excitement rising due to anticipation. I knew what dogging was and had dreamed about trying it, it wasn’t something I had ever told anyone, it was one of my darkest and most hidden ultimate nymphomaniac fantasies.

She kept on talking, “Maddy, last night clinched it, I thought about how much I had enjoyed masturbating myself while watching you and David fucking and then about how I masturbated in bed with your father while he snored, imagining you with those older professors, and then of course with Rachel and Jen. I had also thought about you fucking Brad and even your father. ”

The car was quiet for a moment.

I am surprised she couldn’t hear my heartbeat, I knew the scent of my arousal, and I wondered if she could too.

Realizing I was not saying anything, she finally answered my question, “Yes, sweetie, that’s why we are here.” I have had the most incredible orgasms watching you get fucked and I thought watching you get fucked by even more people would be something special for me. “Would you mind sweetie?”

I nodded my head slowly, my throat was dry, and I felt lightheaded, I knew I just had to do this, my body had already told her my answer, and my mother noticed.

“Maddy, you are a little nymphomaniac, look at your nipples hardening and I’ll bet your pussy is drenched,” as if to prove the point, she reached between my legs and ran her finger between my thighs.”

“You are a very naughty girl, Maddy,” she said and I didn’t even try to stifle the moan that escaped from my lips.

I couldn’t reply, sounds came from my mouth but no words, and I slowly nodded, I wanted her to continue rubbing me but she stopped, and that was when I noticed another car pulling into the far end of the rest area. It looked familiar, but to me, all cars looked the same, this one was blue. The parking spot she had picked was partially hidden from the highway but both entrances to the rest stop were visible, there was also a large picnic table nearby. She had driven straight to this stop without even considering any other place, I wondered how she knew.

“One more thing sweetie,” as she reached into her purse and pulled out a black piece of cloth.

I recognized it immediately, my entire body shivered, and she said again, “Do you trust me?”

She didn’t wait for me to nod my head; she reached across and kissed me while she wrapped a blindfold around my head.

“I thought this would add a little excitement for you. What do you think?”

She didn’t wait for me to respond, continuing to tie the material behind my head.

“Promise not to take this off?” she whispered to me, as I felt her hand rub my pussy again.

“I promise,” I managed to say as my vision was cut off.

Then she whispered into my ear, “I’ll be close by, but I don’t want to scare anyone away, enjoy yourself, and be a bad girl Maddy.”

I heard the car door open, felt the car shift the way it does when someone climbs out, heard the door close, and listened to her footsteps move away from the car, now the only sound I heard was my heartbeat.

The words “Be a bad girl,” echoed in my mind, I didn’t think I was being a bad girl, maybe naughty, maybe some would say a little slutty, I think I was just adventurous.

Time passed and blindfolded my level of arousal only increased. I listened for cars slowing down on the road, I wondered about the blue car, I listened for sounds, I wondered what mom was doing.

What if nobody stopped. I tried not to think about that.

I heard more cars, all sounding like they were driving past the rest area, and more time passed.

Finally, a different sound, two cars maybe, they sounded different as they were slowing down. At least one must have turned into the rest area because I could hear the sound of gravel being driven over. Then another. Good, so at least two cars were here, maybe the blue car plus ours. There was no guarantee they were here for anything more than just a quick rest stop, but there was the possibility they were here for something, for someone, for me. I could feel my body shaking.

I was nervous, scared, and completely aroused all at the same time. I sat in the passenger seat, the window was down, wondering and waiting for something to happen.

I imagined what someone would think, seeing me almost completely naked in the car, blindfolded, with eraser-sized nipples, breathing hard, and wearing soaked bikini bottoms. Mom had wondered if I would make the seat wet, I smiled it was soaked, no wonder my throat was dry.

I don’t think any of my friends would have been surprised that I had fantasized about this nor would they be surprised as I started playing with myself, using my thumbs and forefingers to softly pinch and pull on my pink nubs.

I thought about how cool Mom was, she knew David and I had been doing it and didn’t seem to be losing her mind, far from it, she was encouraging me to be naked and even called me a little nymphomaniac without saying it was a bad thing, I smiled wondering what Daddy would think, I am sure he would not be as opened minded.

I inhaled a little as one hooked finger disappeared into me and despite trying to be quiet, I couldn’t help whimpering a little.

Very slowly I undid the ties on my bottoms, shifted my hips, and pulled the material away. Anyone close to the car would be able to hear what I was doing from the quiet squishy noises I was making. I smiled to myself, wondering how long it would take for someone to notice my scent of arousal. Maybe I could even make myself cum while I waited. My body almost crackled from excitement. I knew at least mom was watching me, I inhaled sharply, knowing that I was performing for her.

I imagined strange men and women looking in the car and seeing me masturbate, my body on display, my fingers making me climb the waves up and down towards satisfaction. I let my fingers work my little box like they had so many other times. I imagined Mom’s naked body, and how she tasted when we had kissed, I thought about David’s cock in my mouth, the feel of Rachel’s mouth on my pussy and my tongue rimming Jenny’s ass. I thought about Brad catching me eating Jenny’s pussy. My fingers were now working myself furiously, I knew it wasn’t going to take much, I felt like I had been on the edge of an orgasm all day.

This morning with Jen seemed like a million years ago.

My legs and body stiffened and flexed as my sounds and moans began filling the space in the car, somehow, I sensed the motion had changed, I felt an orgasm building someplace deep inside me, and I felt my nerve endings starting to fire in sequence, thanks to the blindfold I couldn’t see the inside of the car, only rich colors like the deepest blue, amazing reds, and emerald greens, my body was moving like it was possessed.

I thought I could hear something, some breathing maybe, I was too close to stop, too close to care, excited someone was watching, and besides I wanted to cum so badly.

Even if someone was watching, everyone in the world ceased to exist to me, there was only my desire and the sensations radiating out of my body, I could feel my back and neck arch, I could feel my heart rate spiking, the light sweat on my body was becoming thicker and the wetness between my legs dampened the car seat under me even more. I could see the edge coming, I tried to hold myself along that ragged edge for as long as possible, savoring every moment, it seemed like forever but I had no idea how long it actually lasted. I could see the swirling colors starting to change, swirling faster and deeper, my breathing was very noticeable, and sounds escaped my mouth, how loud I had no idea, I simply didn’t care.

In the colors sparkling in my head, I couldn’t hold it anymore, I could see over the edge of the abyss, where colors, desire, emotions, and electricity, darkness all combined, my body shook and writhed out of control. A thought of Mom pegging me with a strap-on popped into my mind and it was enough, I plunged over and fell and fell and fell. The colors exploded into white and I heard someone screaming, I felt my hips bucking, and then just silence, and darkness.

The darkness seemed to last for a long time … several times I thought I could hear sounds, talking, even some giggling and heavy breathing before I drifted back into the darkness several times, I thought I was dreaming, the warmth and throbbing that I always felt after masturbating still lingered between my legs. I thought I could feel the car moving, of the sounds changing, but each time I disappeared back into the darkness.

Several times I could feel lips kissing me, hands touching and caressing me, unable to see, I knew I wasn’t alone, I could sense the car rocking slowly and more sounds intermixed with moaning and whimpering. Then I realized the sounds weren’t just coming from me.

I’m not sure how long this had been going on, maybe a just few moments, but it seemed longer, maybe much longer; long enough for someone to join me in the front seat. I hadn’t even noticed the door open. A pleasant throbbing radiated from between my legs, the lingering effects of my orgasm, or maybe because of the light touch of fingers slowly rubbing my soft places. I felt lips move to my breasts, kissing my nipples, teeth gently biting and pulling on them. Soft whimpers and moans once again escaped from my mouth.

Blindfolded, I was aware of people, maybe three or four, maybe more. I was tempted to pull the material away from my eyes, but the sensations I was feeling and touching and caressing felt so intoxicating; I knew there was no way I wanted to break the spell. I figured men for sure but judging by the feel of some of the fingers and lips, a least one of them was a woman. I felt my door open and rough hands turning me in the seat. Softer hands from the driver’s side continued to caress and explore my body, while my own hands searched, found, and explored someone else’s curves and secret places.

However, whoever had opened my door was a man.

I could detect different perfumes and colognes, I heard someone comment about me being blindfolded, and other comments were made, maybe there were more people than I thought.

The woman was very good, her kissing and caressing was making me crazy with pleasure, my back arched and behind the blindfold, my eyes rolled back in my head. More words were being said, and I heard only sounds with no meaning as I was only conscious of savoring her actions and thinking how incredible this moment was. I wondered if anyone else was naked, I wondered if Mom was one of them, and if she was orgasming yet. I felt myself being pushed backward on the seat, moving me so I was lying sideways across the car. I wanted to scream as I felt the woman moving away, I smelled a man’s cologne, it was unfamiliar, like something an older man would wear.

Then between my legs, I felt the roughness of a man’s face, it was unshaven, and his body was clothed as his shirt rubbed against my legs and thighs, the fabric brushed against my naked skin, rough in a different way from his face. I hadn’t expected to feel his lips and tongue, I had expected to be roughly fucked. This was better and who knows, maybe I still would be fucked… I hoped so.

The woman hadn’t left, I felt the seat shifting beneath me, the power seat making a soft hum that I felt more than heard. A soft female voice said, “Come on Honi, shift over a little,” I wasn’t sure why until I felt her knee slide in beside my head. Her skin was very smooth and I detected a faint scent of wildflowers and cinnamon.

There was another scent, one I knew well, joining the abundance of flavors in the tiny front seat of Mom’s car, as I sensed the woman shifting around my head, this scent began to overpower all others. At the same time the pressure between my legs was increasing, the feeling of a thick tongue made me scream with delight as its thickness and licking motions were devouring me while what seemed like a hundred fingers explored and probed my pussy, ass, and everything thing else they could reach. I tried to focus on what his tongue was doing to me when I sensed pressure just above me and then a drop of something warm, sticky, and a little salty dripped into my mouth.

The woman must have managed to squeeze herself between the steering wheel and the seat back and had somehow contorted herself to straddle my face. That someone had fucked her recently, cum was dripping onto my face as she pushed herself down onto me, was self-evident. That she was completely smooth was apparent, that she tasted delicious was pure naughtiness, and that her squirming and moaning was insane showed me I was doing a good job. Being eaten and eating someone else was beyond my wildest expectations.

I felt her thighs tighten around me and felt her shudder and convulse over me, I pushed my tongue deeper into her, and a mixture of cum and her juices flowed over my face, into my mouth, and soaked me. I kept going until she reached the point where she couldn’t take it anymore, shivering and writhing she pulled herself away from me and was gone.

Then I was being kissed, it felt like by two people, another voice called out from further away saying, “Move her onto the picnic table so more of us can share.”

Several other voices could be heard agreeing, the kissing stopped for a moment and the man between my legs also stopped, took my hands, and pulled me up, and brought me to my feet.

A voice that sounded like Mom’s said, “Here’s a blanket lay this on the table before you lay her down.” I couldn’t help but smile at the incongruity of her thoughtfulness as I was the center of ravishment.

No sooner than I was prone again, the two tongues from the front seat began kissing and licking the combined juices from my face and chest as did the tongue lashing between my legs.

A man’s voice, in a deep baritone, said, “Careful of the mask you two,” the two never even slowed their actions, which was completely fine with me, not seeing who or how many of them there were just added to the intensity of what I was experiencing.

Now on my back on the table, I was accessible to others and it seemed like only seconds before I felt two male hands pulling one each of my hands towards them, I felt the smooth warmness of two average size but thick cocks. Nothing had to be said, I knew how to give a hand job and went to work.

For some reason, the wonderful tongue withdrew and for several moments, I wondered where the man had gone, his tongue and fingers exploring me had been incredible.

I inhaled when I felt something else, in a deep corner of my brain, I knew it was coming, I almost giggled when I felt the tip at my use of the word coming, and then all thoughts were pushed from my brain.

Whoever it was had all the finesse of a brick through a window and I felt him hammering me as though he was a jackhammer, one second his tip was pushing against my pussy, then next his balls banged hard against my shaved skin, and I scarcely recognized the scream as having come from me, even the two lickings and kissing me stopped for a second before starting again.

“FFFFFFFFuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkk” I screamed as he seemed to be splitting me in two.

His thrusts were literally thrusting me off the table, only the people belonging to those two other wonderful tongues managed to hold me in place. His first push was not pleasurable, I felt like I was being split in two, and I felt tears in my eyes, no one had ever fucked me that hard and that quickly. The second thrust and withdrawal were marginally better, I felt like I was being fucked by a horse. By the fourth or fifth time, the pain had dissipated and I could feel my body starting to push back against him.

At some point I felt sticky spray on my boobs as one of the hand job guys came, the two-tongue people, one of whom seemed to be a guy, devoured it as quick as it squirted, and the second guy came seconds later with the same results.

For the next several minutes only the very large cock person seemed to be present, maybe it was because all of my attention was focused on him. His stamina was amazing, but at the moment, no thoughts other than the intense pleasure of being crammed so full even entered my mind. I was aware of the pounding I was receiving and nothing else. My world seemed to have ceased to exist, the pleasure of being taken this way was holding me on the edge of orgasm, the friction, the sense of fullness, the feeling of him stretching me, the lightening rippling through my body was almost too much for me to handle.

“No, let him finish,” were words I heard out of the swirling sensations, they didn’t make any sense to me, and as that cock rushed in and out of me again and again. The electricity went off the chart. What followed was just a blur of images, sensations, cum, licking, and sucking.

I remember the big guy, stiffening and moaning very loud, and what seemed like a flood of cum filled me, overfilled me, and flowed out of me. I remember the words, “Okay, now you can,” and a felt a cock push between my lips and from reflex, I began to suck. At some point, that cock pulled out and squirted cum all over my face and in my hair.

I barely felt a smaller cock inside my pussy and all too soon hotter cum entered me. I felt another woman, or maybe the same one sit on my face, I remember her moans as she came. And so it went, finally I was aware that nobody was fucking, sucking, or penetrating me.

My blindfold was still on and for some reason, I was lying on my stomach, my ass was sore and I foggily realized why. How much time had passed, how many times had I been taken, I had no idea, even what time it was, all I knew was how amazing I felt.

It was dark, the moon must be full because I sensed the presence of light. I felt someone laying a blanket over me.

Some time seemed to pass, maybe I fell asleep, words, familiar words spoke.

“Can you walk sweetie?”

My throat was dry, and I had to try twice to respond before actual words were recognizable.

“I think so,” and I felt someone helping me up. I recognized the scent and feel of her, it was Mom.

“What time is it?” I asked, “Do you have any water?” I managed to say.

She laughed,” After watching how much cum you drank, I’m surprised you’re thirsty.”

I stood up, and she said, “Careful, you have been fucked so many times in your pussy and ass, I’m surprised you can even stand up.”

I felt her close to me and felt her remove the blindfold.

“You never took it off?”

“No, I promised,” I said realizing just how late it must be.

Just mom and I were left.

“It’s 3:30 in the morning Maddy,” we had been there since the late afternoon.

“Did you expect this?” I asked, not angry, but curious.

“I have a confession, Maddy,” my surprised, tired, and well fucked mind barely registered.

“Confession?” she helped me walk to the car, only about 20 feet away. I knew I was going to be sore later but didn’t care. I didn’t look, but I could feel the dried cum everywhere on my body, my pussy would be puffy and abused, and I hadn’t even remembered anyone fucking my ass, but I knew the feeling.

She didn’t say anything until she sat me down on another blanket on the front seat, she kissed me once, did up my seat belt, and closed my door.

When she climbed in her side, I asked again, “What confession?”

She smiled, the interior light was still on, closed the door, and started the engine.

“David and I set all of this up.”

I didn’t say anything for a moment.

“We both knew you liked being a nymphomaniac and we wanted to see just how far you would go.”

“This was some kind of test?” I said tiredly but still not angry.

She waited, “Yes, yes I guess so, are you mad?”

I didn’t answer but asked a question, “You set this up, who were the people tonight?

“Are you mad?” she repeated.

“Answer the question,” I repeated myself.

More silence, and then she responded.

“Me, David, Rachel, Jennifer, your professor and his wife, two of David’s friends, you might remember the big guy and Rachel’s father.”

“Rachel’s father?”

“Like I said, we have been planning this for a while, Brad knew all about you.”

I didn’t say anything for a moment.

“Are you mad?” Our car pulled out onto the road.

“No,” I said, very tired, but very well fucked, “No I am not angry, I am just really happy that you did.”