Kareena was scrambling inside before he’d finished speaking. She made a grab for the phone, but he held it away from her and let it drop, bouncing across the seat. “Give it here!” she yelled, but he grappled her by the waist as she grabbed for it, the six-pack of beers tumbling to the cab’s floor.
She ended up lying across him with her breasts bouncing as she struggled for the cell. His cock—she realised with a shock to her heart—was thickening again under her belly.
“Think you can get it?” Jared’s laugh was at its most taunting. “Wanna wrestle me for it?” She continued to writhe, her efforts losing out to the excitement of being caught naked in his arms again. Her tummy was fluttering, nipples hard with the thrill, even before his broad palm landed a triple-spank on her ass-cheeks. Whack. Whack. Whack.
“Owwww!”
“Not gonna happen, sweetheart,” he informed her, his arm a tight band about her waist. “Now stop struggling or I’ll whip that ass some more.” He raised his arm above her rear in warning and her thrashing limbs slowed down, though her face continued to glower. “Now are you gonna behave?”
“Yes, Jared,” she answered finally, “I’m gonna fucking behave.” He swung her about, putting her smarting ass in the seat beside him.
“Then pull that door shut and quit givin’ everyone a show. Have you no damn shame?”
Her look to him, as she pulled the hefty door shut, was murderous. He smiled jauntily in return. “There,” he said, reaching down for the beers. “Much better.” He tore two bottles free from the rest of the pack and cracked off the tops. “Have a beer.” She took it from him, sulking, and took a slug with the same attitude.
“Get you,” he said. “Drinkin’ and cussin'… you’ll be wanting to sample some of this I guess.” He took the joint from where he’d left if smouldering on the dash. “Gonna try some, little rebel?”
“Huh? Yeah, sure.” He drew on it and she took it from him, watching as he directed a stream of smoke at the roof of the van. She’d seen some of her college friends do this and Lacey too, so how tricky could it be? Pursing her lips she dragged hard on the reefer, then she choked as it hit the back of her throat, dry and sharp. Smoke billowed from her mouth as she spluttered, Jared chuckling at her reaction.
Pissed at him again she grabbed the beer he held and knocked back enough to drown the fiery sensation in her throat. She drew again on the joint, taking it in more steadily this time, better managing the passage of smoke into her lungs and out again.
“There,” she said, passing the reefer back to him with a defiant stare.
“See? You’re a real bad-ass.” He said it with a crooked grin and, despite every infuriating thing about him, she smiled again, taking the compliment.
“I guess I’m getting there.” She soothed her throat with another swig of beer and he toked, passing it back after. This time when she dragged on the joint she enjoyed the tang of the smoke on her tongue, along with the buzz in her head. God, she was buzzed all around—not least from her naked adventure in the night air.
The smokers behind the bar could shout out all they liked, she figured. It was cooler than cool hanging out with Jared and his big dick, all the other band members and their hangers-on knowing she was in there. Let ‘em think what they like of me. I’m having fun and that’s all that fucking matters. Besides, he wouldn’t really send that photo—would he?
“Sex, drugs and rock-and-roll,” he said, enjoying the illegal smoke once more. “You got all bases covered now.”
She giggled and gave up her reservations over Jared’s sneaky picture. Her mind and her body were floating too deliciously for anything to concern her. “Sex, drugs and rock-and-roll… More of the first, please.”
“All in good time, greedy girl.”
“You’re making me a greedy girl, Mr. Rock-star Cock-star.” She snickered again, this time at her own creativeness.
Jared shushed her with his finger. “Right now we’re just enjoying the moment, sweetheart,” he said. She leaned on his chest and helped him smoke the joint in silence. Blissful silence.
A thought floated across her fuddled brain, however, one that required answering. “So you and that guy… Jack…”
“Jackson?”
“Yep, him… and you share girls? I mean you have girls together?”
“Now why would you ask that, Kareena?” There was laughter in his voice. Knowingness.
“I’m curious, that’s all. I wanna know what you get up to. So, do you?”
“It’s been known, depending on the circumstances. Don’t you think it’s good that friends share?”
“God, I’ve only shared lip gloss with friends before,” she said, snickering at her joke. “So tell me…” She wasn’t even sure why she was pursuing this so doggedly. It exerted some strange fascination. “Was he… you know… thinking of one time in particular when he said that?”
“He had a time in mind, yeah.”
“Tell me. Who was she? What happened?” She set her chin back on his chest and stared into his face, eager to know more about this man and his wicked ways.
“There was this girl who liked the band at a gig in Chicago last week. A curvy blonde chick, hot as fuck. Nearly as hot as you.” He winked. “Came back with her friends to where we were staying—couldn’t decide between me and him, so…”
“God.” Her heartbeat was palpable in her chest. She had to know. “So… what did you do to her? Tell me.”
“I can show you, if you’d like,” he said elusively.
“Show?” She looked around, wondering with a beat of panic if scary Jackson had shown up again.
“I mean this,” he explained, reaching to the rear seat and lifting the sketchpad he had laid there. “I think you’re ready to see inside now.” He made it sound illicit, like she’d been initiated into some naughty club. She stared with avid attention as he flicked through the pages. “I try my hand at art,” he told her. “I got a friend who says what I draw is just me indulging my ego. She’s a real artist, so she’s probably right.”
He turned the pad to show her. Kareena gasped at the sheer graphic detail of the sketch before her. The girl on the page was a pretty blonde, her eyes goggling comically at the treatment being meted out to her. She was being impaled from behind by a long-haired Tarzan-type (make that a rock guitarist), while taking the cock of a naked crop-haired guy down her throat. The drawing was lewd and funny as hell, gorgeous in its own cartoony fashion and crazily erotic all at once. Kareena stared, her eyes wide like those of the girl being tended to lustily from both ends.
“That’s…” It was all she could do to force out words. “That’s some artwork.”
The man who’d included himself in the image uttered a whole different kind of laugh, having toked once more on his joint. “God, we pumped that girl full of cum—and she took it like a trooper.”
“I don’t doubt it. Any of it.” Her fingers twitched at the sketchpad’s pages. “Can I see more?”
“Sure.” Like he didn’t want her to…
She leafed through the pad and found a story of one man’s sexual gratification, each illustration as debauched as the last. They all featured the same cock, the real-life counterpart of which she had sucked and ridden not an hour ago. It had exaggerated proportions on the page to match the excess of the artist’s humorous style, but in truth was not significantly bigger. Sometimes it was servicing two girls, sometimes one.
Occasionally, a second cock had been brought in to help entertain the female participant in the scenario. In several it was issuing a great semen-fountain, engulfing a pretty face or a proffered pair of tits. Every image brimmed with a kind of pornographic joy, aside from one—a head-and-shoulders portrait of a striking redhead.
Kareena closed it and stared at Jared. His eyes were alight as though her browsing of the sketches had flicked an on-switch inside him—only his lust was burning from them, fiercer than before. Her stomach tightened and a sensation of warmth flowed all through her body to her nipples and her cunt. “God, this is good. I mean it’s so dirty, but… it’s good. You can really draw.”
“Thanks. I gotta friend wants to make a website for me and put all these drawings on it—share ‘em with the online community. 'Course that’s only ‘cos she’s in there and she’s a fuckin’ exhibitionist.”
“You should take her up on that,” Kareena said, marvelling at his many talents. “Those pictures are… God! They’re all real? I mean… stuff that happened?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Jesus Christ, you bad man. You draw all your girls?”
“All the truly hot experiences get recorded.”
“Like… like this one?” Please, please say yes.
“Oh yeah.” There was absolute conviction in his voice. “You’re going in the book, Kareena.”
“Fuck,” she breathed, her pussy melting all over, “that’s so hot…”
The look on Jared’s face had altered, she realised, during their conversation. Mr. Genial had gone, replaced this time not by Mr. Cheerfully Lusty but by his bad-boy associate—call him Mr. Ravenous Wolf. He passed her the joint again and she took it. She wasn’t even sure that her head could take another drag—it was spinning sufficiently from the portraiture she had been checking out—but she needed the excuse to break eye contact. Jared’s cock, she noticed, had returned to its former strength without him even touching it.
Any relaxation she had been feeling dissipated now as she sensed a new edge to this man. Her heart beat fast and for an instant, she wondered if she could back out. But then there was the photograph to consider, and more than that… the fact that she did not truly want to leave.
“So,” she asked, giving herself up to her erotic fate, “how will you draw me? How will you draw us?”
“I don’t know yet,” he said, setting the art pad aside. “I have a feeling we still gotta do that part.” She stared up at him, her breath catching. “Drink your beer, girl. You got me all pumped.”
He took the last of his smoke and observed her. She gulped down the rest of her now-warm beer, hand shaking so that it spilled down her chin and dripped onto her chest. Knowing that every move she made would only serve to inflame him more, she used her fingertips to scoop up the drips, licking them clean. “Shouldn’t go to waste, should it?” she said, amazed at her own daring.
Jared’s laugh was softer this time. “That’s the spirit.” He bent his head and licked the remaining drops from her chest. Her whole body shivered at the contact and she drew herself closer to him as his tongue-tip tickled its way across his skin. Beers got set aside and the joint was stubbed out as both parties readied themselves to engage.
Involuntary impulses were taking over Kareena once again and she grasped handfuls of his loosely tied hair, desperate for him to continue. His hands gripped her in return and he planted his mouth on hers so that their tongues curled together in a beer-flavoured caress. She had never wanted someone so much and she deepened the kiss, tongue exploring as her body ground tighter into his. His palm slithered upwards to her breast and captured it, moulding like before. With his other hand, he gripped her hair and pressed her tight to him.
Beer, pot, artwork and innuendo, every decadent sexy thing that had happened so far—they all combined so that Kareena did not give a damn what Jared might ask her to do. Photo or not, all she cared about was his touch, his taste and his filthy imagination. She kissed him harder than she’d kissed any boyfriend, her hands exploring his hard body, one searching downwards for that fully extended cock. The great rod took little finding and she caressed it in all its angry beauty.
When they broke apart, her hand still boldly exploring him, he growled his response. “It’s time we both went to the back of the van, don’t you think? ‘Cos what I got in mind is gonna need more room. Open the door on your side and wait. And you’ll want those rubbers.”
She offered no argument, just let go of his cock and searched about for the condom packet, locating it on the dash. Then she heaved open her door and watched in astonished trepidation as he got out his side and walked naked around the front of the van, not caring who the hell saw him. He grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her out so sharply that she was sure she’d fall the distance to the ground.
Jared caught her, however, and slung her over his shoulder like fucking Tarzan, his arm securing itself around her knee joints. She squeaked and gasped as he slammed the door shut and carried her all the way to the back of the van, wrenching open both rear doors with his free hand.
“Wait here,” he said, having dropped her down easily onto the grass. She stood and stared as he climbed into the van’s rear and hauled the mattress down from its side, so that it flopped onto the vehicle’s floor. His actions had stunned her to the point where she could only stand and gaze, so he climbed out again and whacked her hard on each buttock. “Get in there,” he said as she yelped, and she did his bidding lest he spanked her again.
Kareena had only scrambled up and over the threshold when he grabbed her by the legs and threw her forward so that she went tumbling onto the mattress in a flurry of hair and flailing limbs, the condoms escaping her grip and bouncing off somewhere. She recovered and flipped over onto her back right before his body landed on hers, as strong as it was lithe. Rough hands surged over the surface of her body, pawing her breasts. His breath was heavy, words dripping with anticipation. “I’m gonna enjoy this.”
His palms closed on her breasts and he raised her upper body right off the mattress with the power of his clutch. She cried out and he let go, so that she fell back onto the springy surface; then his hands claimed her tits once more and squeezed. Kareena’s body arched under this roughest of touches, her cunt dripping wetness. Then Jared left off groping her tits and drew himself all down her body, slathering his tongue as he went.
Oh please, oh please… She knew what she wanted and her jungle rock star delivered, spreading her legs and plunging his tongue into her pussy. He lashed her with full strokes, mouth pressing tight as that hungry muscle worked her furiously, taking time out only to kiss and lick her inner thighs. Her moans must have sounded insane, should anyone hear them (and there was a fair chance someone could). Not caring, she thrust her pelvis into him, so that his tongue drove deeper into her soaking pussy. He must have loved lapping up her sweetness, because in response he grabbed her ass with both hands and buried himself further.
Kareena could not get enough. She wrapped her legs around the back of Jared’s head and grabbed him by his hair, grinding into his mouth like she meant to suffocate him. Then she let him go and grasped her tits, massaging them as her cries echoed around the van. Jared clutched her ass in meaty handfuls and fucked her so hard with his tongue that she could hear his ravening slurp along with her own moans.
The orgasm was building deep down inside her and she seized hold of his hair once again with a single hand, not sure how best to divide her attention. Her nails grated against the horny fucker’s scalp and the walls of her cunt clutched his tongue—that relentlessly fucking tongue. God, this was it—she was going to come again, this time like a breaking storm. She pulled tight on his hair, fucking his mouth in return, matching his crazy feral energy. Oh fuck …
Screaming she arched her back high on the mattress, gripped her legs like a mantis around his head—and burst. Her whole body exploded with euphoria as she gushed into his mouth, paying him back for his earlier gift. She clutched her breast and his hair throughout, grinding against his mouth till her juice’s rush had ebbed along with her spasms. He let her go and slowly her legs released him from their vice-like grip.
“Fuck…” She flopped back onto the mattress and it might have been king-size at the Ritz for how damn good she felt. Tears trickled from the corners of her eyes and she laughed to the van’s ceiling. “Oh my God…”
His face withdrew from between her thighs and there was a moment’s pause, followed by the sound of rummaging and a familiar rustle—rubber being rolled down over hard flesh. He remembered. He’s getting himself ready …
Jared stalked on hands and knees the length of her body. Post-orgasmic mirth was still bubbling up from inside her as he loomed above her. The van’s doors had remained flung open and moonlight washed over him, so she could make out his face, fevered but smiling. She smiled in return, but only until his mouth clamped to hers. Instantly she was overcome by the flavour of her own fresh juice, as his tongue thrashed hers.
She moaned into his kiss, loving the taste of her own pleasure and how his strength absorbed the aftershocks of her climax. My rock-and-roll ravisher… Her nails dug into the meat of his upper arms and her mouth submitted luxuriously to his.
He broke from her and grabbed her by the hair, his eyes glinting in the darkness. She had an instant to register his intent—pure and bestial. Then he reached down, put his ready cock to her and with no further warning thrust—hard.
Kareena gripped and screamed as he filled her, stretching her out with a burst of pain before her juice-dripping cunt swallowed him up. Holy fuck! He drew back and thrust again, ramming her full, his darkened face a rage of lust. “That’s it…” His voice was raw with effort and desire as he ploughed her tight channel. Above her his long, hard body strained, muscles stretched taut as he drove himself to her core. “All the way, girl. All the fuckin’ way.”
Kareena’s body jolted and shook on every pounding stroke of his dick, as he buried it ever deeper in her cunt. Skin slapped against skin and it echoed all around them along with her moans and his grunts. The noises merged with the creaking suspension of the van as it rocked under Jared’s frenzied fucking, a mad cacophony of lust. The whole experience shocked and thrilled her in equal measure—to have him use her body so recklessly for his own pleasure. She clutched his back, nails digging with necessity and a hint of horny malice; her thighs and heeled feet enfolded his ass, so she could take all he had to give.
“Fuck yeah! That’s it! You’ll take it and you’ll fucking like it. What would Daddy think of you now?”
“I don’t care…” I don’t give a fucking shit about Daddy. I don’t fucking care what he thinks anymore. “God, fuck yeah, like that…”
His laughter was one of lustful rage. “Tells me all I fuckin’ need to know, girl. You’re good for everything I got to give you.”
“I am. Fuck…”
He shafted her for minutes longer—sheer scary heaven, as her pussy learned to accommodate him all. Then he pulled out and threw her onto her hands and knees before she even knew what the hell was going on. “I want you to have a good view of your surroundings,” was his explanation for the change, but maybe it was more so he could see her ass and back, or get a good grip on her. Whatever the reason, he wasted no time. Before she could squeak, he refitted himself and slammed into her cunt from behind.
“Aaagh! Fuck, Jared, holy shit!” Her cries, however, were all but drowned out by her lover’s animal grunting as he screwed her without restraint. Instinct and need drew her hand to her clit and she rubbed it in a fury consistent with that of Jared’s fucking. Then as if his cock’s insane thrusting wasn’t enough, his palm smacked hard against her ass-cheek. “Fuck!” Damn him – what was he trying to do, brand her with a fucking handprint?
One set of fingers grappled her by the shoulder, securing her fast while his groin slapped soundly against her butt-cheeks, cock burying itself in her on each savage stroke. The other flexed hand rose and fell, landing on the same spot as before with equal ferocity. “Aaagh!” Her flesh shuddered as it absorbed the smack along with the persistent barrage of his fucking.
“How does that feel for you?”
“God, you fucking bastard!”
“That good, yeah?”
Rather than relent he spanked again, his other hand shoving her down with her face against the mattress. On, he shafted, seemingly oblivious to her muffled cries. Pain and pleasure combined to incendiary effect; Kareena’s hand had not strayed from her pussy despite his savage fucking and excitement was climbing towards its peak once more. How many would this one make? She was losing count. The battered old vehicle rattled around her. Don’t come a-knockin’… went the corny old phrase; Jared was rocking the hell out of her and the van.
And then someone did come a-knockin’. She thought she’d imagined the tapping on the van’s back door, but Jared slowed his thrusting and eased his grip so that she could look up. The blond-haired drummer from the band was standing slack-jawed, entranced by the pendular motion of her tits. He was as young as she remembered from the concert, positively gauche-looking compared to his older band-mates. The guy could have passed for a boy-band member as easily as a that of a rock ensemble and his look of amazement was as far from the bassist’s leering interest as conceivable.
“Buddy!” Jared had slowed down, but he sustained both rhythm and depth of penetration as he hailed his younger friend. “What’s up?”
“ …” The drummer fought for words, his gaze not leaving Kareena. “Sorry, I got beer all over me. Drunk girl in the bar. I was going to change, but… I can come back… don’t mean to interrupt…” The guy’s t-shirt and jeans were indeed splashed dark.
“Is he interrupting, baby?” From the way her cunt was still being stretched out, Jared didn’t seem to be suffering too much disturbance. And oddly she felt little concern that the blond boy with the English accent could see her getting slammed.
“No,” she said between her gasps. “Let him change.”
“She says you can change,” Jared told the drummer. “So get on with it. Then you can give us back our privacy.”
“Ehhh – yeah, sure, thanks.” The young guy scrambled on board and stumbled about beside the fornicating couple until he located a backpack.
“That’s providing she still wants privacy while she fucks. Whadda you say, sweetheart?” Jared had a hold of her ass now, his cock still searching deep, however sedate the current pace.
“Doesn’t much matter tonight,” she managed, her new defiance giving her the presence of mind to articulate the basic notion. Close by the drummer was stripping off his t-shirt with haste, trying to keep his eyes averted this time; he was a gym-ripped kind of skinny. “I don’t care if he sees me,” she elaborated. He paused in reaching for a fresh t-shirt and stared at her again, looking to Jared in his state of bafflement. The contrast with the guitarist’s bravado was irresistibly cute.
“This is Robbie,” Jared told her, and his voice had changed like he was picking up on some unconscious cue she had given him. “He’s all the way from England and he’s a damn fine drummer. He’s not used to this kinda crazy shit, though. Not yet…”
“Hi Robbie,” she said. “I’m Kareena.” She’d never introduced herself to someone while being fucked before.
“Hi,” the boy her own age said, his clean t-shirt dangling from his fingers. “It’s… I… fuck, you’re hot.”
“Isn’t she?” Jared reached to grab one of her tits, she was sure for Robbie’s entertainment. “She’s a nice girl, but she’s getting’ in touch with her slutty side tonight. I’m helping.”
“Don’t be shy,” Kareena told the boy, biting her lip to rein in an overload of sensation. Just how slutty could a nice girl get in one evening? The desire to find out overtook her. “Stay and watch.”
Disbelief was all over young Robbie’s face. “You sure?” He looked again at Jared.
“You heard the girl. Hey Kareena, he’s got beer on those pants as well.”
Now Jared was providing her cues. “Yeah,” she affirmed, “he needs to take them off. You need to take everything off, Robbie.”
“You want me to…”
“Get naked.”
“Do it, buddy, this hot little slut wants to suck your cock.”
“She does? Shit – yeah, I’m on it.”
Robbie dropped the t-shirt and stripped down his pants and briefs, a more than semi-erect cock bouncing free. His jeans caught around his still-shod feet and he struggled to retain balance as he tore everything away from his body. The young guy was compactly muscled all over and his cock was pretty damn substantial, but it was all at odds with his awkward manner. He stumbled in his eagerness, not sure how to position himself on the mattress.
“Kneel down, baby,” Kareena had to tell him, and he clambered onto his knees in front of her. Once down with his legs forked and his erection sticking out tentatively before him, everything started to come together. She craned with her neck and sucked his thick, smooth-skinned cock into her mouth. Rapidly it swelled to a full hardness under her tongue’s influence. Robbie groaned in wonder, his hands hovering about her head before settling there.
