7 comments/ 53056 views/ 41 favorites Unwise Purchase Ch. 01 By: LackofEnthusiasm Holly Jenkins was 23. She hadn't gone to college, as neither she nor her parents could afford it, and had been working the same dead-end job working the register at a bookstore since high school. She knew that she was gorgeous, and she had been told—frequently, and often loudly, by strangers in the street—that she had nice tits, but she was too proud to make a living off her looks. She had striking green eyes, silky dark hair hanging past her shoulders, and a dazzling smile. And she also had, as of a few days ago, a cursed ring fused to her hand. Holly twisted the ring on her finger, or at least tried to. When it moved, it brought the skin it touched with it. The damn thing was fused with her, and it had been for five days now. She'd gotten the ring online. It was supposed to be a migraine cure, and admittedly she hadn't had a migraine since she'd gotten it. Her insurance had stopped covering her real medicine a month previously, and she couldn't afford to pay for it out of pocket, not with her shitty retail job. The person selling the ring had claimed that it was magic, and migraines were only one of the many things it was said to cure. Holly had immediately dismissed it as a scam, and had scrolled down to see what ridiculous amount the seller was asking for this piece of shit. It cost a penny. And so, because Holly was drunk and because the shipping was free, she bought it. No use not trying, she figured. The box came in the mail the next day. The only thing inside was a tiny engraved wooden jewelry case. The instant Holly opened the case, the hangover she'd been nursing since getting up vanished. The headache went away with such abruptness that she dropped the little box. She stooped to pick it up, cursing, but stopped. The ring was already on her finger. After a few hours of prying at the thing, it became very clear to her that it wasn't going anywhere. To take her mind off of her growing panic, she booted up her dinosaur of a laptop and checked her email. She had a new message from the seller of the ring, and she read through it with growing horror. Dear buyer, I thank you for quite literally taking that horrible thing off my hands, and apologize for what it will probably do to you. The only thing I can offer is this warning about the ring's effects, and I hope that it will keep you safe until you can foist it off on some other unlucky bastard. The ring will, as advertised, cure most ailments. For as long as you have it on your finger, you will be ageless, immune to all sickness, and numb to any serious pain. All injuries will heal at a rapid pace. That's the good news. The bad news is that as long as you wear the ring, you will be unable to disobey any demand or request made of you between sunset and sunrise. Nighttime is now your enemy. The only way to rid yourself of the ring is to give the box to someone and have them accept the ring as theirs. This is harder than it sounds, and you may feel guilty for doing it, but it is better them than you just as it is better you than me. Once again, I am sorry. Do not try to contact me, as I will never check this email address again. Holly sent a few furious emails, but there was no response. She wanted to believe that it was all some sort of weird prank, but it was hard to disbelieve in the magic of a ring imbedded in her finger, especially after she gave herself a paper cut and watched it seal up in a manner of minutes. So she stayed inside and stopped answering her phone after dark. She put the stupid ring up for sale online, with the same pitch and price that had nabbed her, but so far there were no takers. And so she had managed to go almost a whole week without talking to anyone at night. But she had a late shift scheduled for Wednesday, tonight, and she couldn't afford to turn down hours. She steeled herself and headed to work. ... It was several hours later, and Holly hurried along the sidewalk, nervously glancing from side to side. She had avoided trouble at work, but now it was quite fully dark out, and that worried her. Walking city streets at night was dangerous enough for a young woman under normal circumstances, and even more so in her current predicament. The predicament, she was coming to realize, that she would be in for the rest of eternity if she couldn't get someone to take the ring off her. The thought made her head spin. She shouldn't have offered to work late, that had been very stupid. She had managed to avoid talking to anyone after dark so far by sequestering herself in her apartment, but of course that was never going to last forever. Unlike this curse. "Hey!" No, no, no. Shit. A group of rowdy college guys had come around the corner across the street, and one of them had spotted her. "Hey sexy! Woo!" they were all whistling at her now, and she walked faster. If she could just get out of earshot before... "Show us your tits!" The curse came into effect for the first time. A shudder ran up her spine as something sort of silky moved inside her head. Obviously these were nice guys, and giving them a bit of a show wouldn't hurt anything. She was already unbuttoning her shirt as she turned back to face the group. The guys fell silent as her black lacy D-cup bra came into view, but for a few mutters of "Holy shit." She finished with the buttons and reached up to her cleavage, popping the front clasp and setting her breasts free of their confines. Her nipples, large and pink, hardened as they met the cool night air. She flashed a grin at the stunned partygoers, then spun around, stuffing her tits back in and trying desperately to button up. The ring was real. It was real magic. She'd known that already, of course, but now it hit her like a wave. She'd obeyed the demand without thinking. It had seemed like the most natural thing in the world. She wondered, not for the first time this week, what the hell she had gotten herself into by buying that horrible ring. She could hear the guys whooping behind her, but the sounds were moving off. That at least was a relie-- "Hey, tits!" stopped her dead in her tracks. A man had stepped out of one of the houses lining the street, leering at her with crooked teeth. He was probably forty, and although he was in good shape there was a quality about him that was vaguely and unpleasantly greasy. Holly pretended not to hear him, but there was no plausible way she wouldn't have, and he was blocking her path. She tried to scoot around him, but he reached out and spun her around by the shoulder. "I saw you flashing those kids out my window. That was pretty hot, tits. Mind giving me a show?" Well, not now that he'd asked, she didn't. She'd buttoned her shirt wrong , anyway. She undid the shirt for the second time in the last two minutes. Again her nipples hit the night air, and before she had a chance to clasp her bra again the man had reached out and taken a handful of her left tit. She recoiled and clutched her shirt closed as the asshole guffawed. "How much you want for sucking my dick?" This was just a question, and so Holly was able to reply angrily. "I'm not a whore." "Just a slut, huh?" He didn't wait for her to answer. "Come on in, I'll show you a good time you'll never forget." Shit. "Sounds like fun." She said, suddenly warming to the idea of heading inside. "Dang! You are a slut!" The greasy douchebag led her into his equally greasy apartment. It was a duplex, and the house that had been split had been hardly big enough to live in even without being divided in half. The door opened directly into the living room, and Chucklefuck headed straight for the sofa. He gestured to the floor between his legs and started fumbling with his belt. He worked at it for a moment, then threw his hands wide and wondered aloud, "Why am I doing this? Get over here and get my dick out, Tits." Holly put her purse down by the door and slid worshipfully to the stained carpet, where she started undoing his belt. She had never gotten around to doing up her shirt and bra, so Chuckles reached down and gave her nipple a pinch. As Holly got to work on his zipper, the guy leaned over and pushed her shirt and bra over her shoulders. Without thinking, Holly shrugged them the rest of the way off, and kneeled there topless as she finally got the zipper down. Chuckles wasn't wearing underwear, and his fat cock popped free with no assistance from her. it was greasy, like the rest of him, and she didn't relish the thought of sucking it, which was what he now ordered her to do, meaning that she did relish it now. She tentatively wrapped her lips around the head, and immediately she felt hands in her hair as Chuckles started fucking her face. His cock tasted musty and salty, but she didn't mind at the moment. After about a minute of being used like a fleshlight, she found her head being pulled away from his crotch, trailing saliva. His hands moved to her waist, and she was impressed with his deceptive strength as he lifted her up to his lap. She was straddling him now, and once he had shoved her skirt up to her waist, she could feel her own saliva soaking into the fabric of the boy-shorts she always wore when she wore skirts. Chuckles sneered at them with contempt. "The fuck are those? Girl with a body like yours got no business hiding behind boxer shorts. Girl like you shouldn't be wearing undies at all." Suddenly the very notion of underwear was repulsive to Holly. She was glad she'd already shucked her bra, and she was filled with gratitude towards this man as he flipped her over onto her back on the couch and tore those horrible shorts from her body. She was now naked but for her shoes and her bunched-up skirt, and the greasy man's eyes immediately went to her swollen pink pussy. She saw what he was thinking, and was about to object when he said it. "Get back up here and ride my cock." He didn't fill her up as much as some of her exes, but he damn sure tried his hardest to make up for it with enthusiasm. He bounced her up and down on him so hard that her tits hurt from bouncing, and she fell off several times, which only prolonged the experience. After a few minutes he rolled over on top of her on the couch, yanking her legs up over his shoulders to give him a better angle as he mercilessly pounded her. Chuckles hadn't included any orders about her enjoying the experience, and he certainly wasn't going to great lengths to ensure it. After ten minutes of jackhammer pounding, he made a face like a sneezing weasel and shuddered as he came inside her. It wasn't a problem, since Holly was on the pill and was fairly certain she couldn't get STDs anymore, but it was still insult to injury to feel him jizzing inside her. Chuckles was still lying on top of her and gasping when the doorbell rang. Cursing, he jumped up, stuffing his flaccid cock back into his fly. It was still dripping cum, and droplets spattered across Holly's stomach. Holly hurriedly pushed her skirt down to her knees again, reaching down to snatch her shirt up before he stepped on it. "Can I, uh, use your bathroom?" she asked quietly. "Yeah, sure, go ahead." She scuttled to the hall door as Chuckles finished buckling his belt. From the bathroom she could hear muted male voices, and she cursed under her breath. She got her shirt back on, buttoned right this time, and made a halfhearted attempt to flatten her skirt. It was badly wrinkled, and there was cum on it. Thanks to the man's earlier comments about how she shouldn't wear underwear, it hadn't even occurred to her to pick up her shorts or bra, and her nipples stood out through the thin black fabric of her blouse. She definitely looked like she'd just gotten fucked. She contemplated climbing out the little bathroom window, but the keys to her apartment were in her purse by the door. Sighing, she rolled her skirt back up and dabbed at her pussy with a wet tissue, mopping up the cum that had spilled out of her. She dabbed at the cum on her skirt, too, but only succeeded in smearing it around. She sighed and slipped out the door. Making her way tentatively down the narrow hallway, she could hear the conversation more clearly. "Bullshit!" "It's the truth, swear to god. Just came in off the street and went straight for my dick. It was like she was hungry for it." They went quiet as she entered the room, then one of them gave a low whistle. He was pudgy and black, with a patchy moustache. The other guy, skinny and nervous-looking, chuckled, "Goddamn, Bill! You weren't lying! This bitch is hot! She's a hooker, right?" "Nope, wouldn't even let me pay her." "Gotta be a tranny, then, right?" Chucklefuck—or Bill, apparently—just grinned. "Nah. Show 'em your pussy, Tits." Holly reached down and rolled up her skirt, exposing her damp, slightly reddened slit. The skinny guy leered appreciatively. "Damn, this bitch really is a slut." Holly blushed and dropped her skirt. "Um, I have to be at work early in the morning, so, um, if I could just..." The fat guy laughed. "I dunno, it doesn't seem fair that Bill's the only one that gets any action tonight. You can go after I blow my load on those sweet titties." Holly dropped to her knees in front of the large man, but he shook his head. "Turn around. Gonna fuck you first. Doggy style." Holly turned, raising her ass and planting her hands on the floor. Her skirt was yanked down to her knees, and she felt a resounding slap land on her ass. There was the sound of a zipper, then some rustling as something alarmingly heavy nudged against her ass crack. Another slap landed on her ass, causing her to moan. "Spread your legs, bitch." She complied, and then let out a small scream as the thickest cock she had ever felt rammed into her. It wasn't the longest thing she'd ever had, maybe six inches or so, but it was shaped like a beer can, and she felt herself stretching to fit it. Unlike Bill's rapid-fire assault, the big guy actually had some technique, and after only a minute of skillful thrusting, Holly found herself having the orgasm Bill couldn't give her. For a moment, her arms collapsed, and she moaned into the filthy carpet as the big guy began spanking her. Each slap burned like fire, and it only served to intensify her orgasm. When she was finally able to raise herself back up on shaky arms, she found herself facing the knobby, mushroom-like cock belonging to the only man in the room she hadn't fucked yet. "Suck it, bitch." She guided the misshapen prick into her mouth and did her best to focus on what she was doing despite the waves of pleasure from her pussy and the waves of pain from her reddened, stinging ass. Quickly, though, the skinny asshole became impatient with the distracted blowjob he was receiving and started fucking her face in earnest. Behind her, the pudgy guy seemed to get bored with punishing her ass and leaned over to maul her tits. Slipping his fingers between the buttons of her shirt, he gave a hard pull. Buttons went bouncing across the floor, and her swinging breasts were exposed once again. As the large brown hands began pinching and twisting her nipples, giving her yet another orgasm, their owner sped up, pounding her stretched cunt. "Hey, Gene! You about done? I'm gonna fuck her tits." "Shit, Carl, can't you just wait a couple minutes for me to get off?" "No, man, I'm right on the... ugh, oh, god... edge. I gotta... oh, shit." Carl's cock shuddered in Holly's pussy, and a feeling of dread filled her along with his cum. She couldn't leave until he came on her tits. Which meant she'd have to wait for him to get it up again. Which meant... Her train of thought was derailed as Gene moaned and pulled abruptly out of her mouth. She looked up at him questioningly, but her question was answered in the form of a rope of cum splashing across her forehead and painting her cheek. Another glob struck her on the nose, and a third landed in her still-open mouth, followed quickly by the shrinking cock. "Clean me up, bitch." While she did that, Carl pulled his own limp dick free of her, letting loose a flood of cum that poured down her thighs. He shoved Gene aside and presented her with his own cock for cleaning. Even soft she had to stretch to fit her mouth around his monster. She tasted herself on him, along with his own cum, as he stroked her hair. By the time she'd swallowed the last of the juices coating his thick slab of meat, it had begun to harden again. Maybe she'd be able to get him off now without having to get fucked again. But before he'd resumed full hardness, hands grabbed her from behind. "C'mere, slut. I wanna get me some of that pussy." Her shirt was pulled roughly from her shoulders, and she found herself straddling Gene's lap on the armchair next to the couch. She moaned as she was penetrated by the third cock that evening. Gene's prick was definitely the longest of the group, seven or eight inches, thin and knobby. After Carl's thick slab, she expected to be hardly able to feel this skinny thing, but she was surprised at how tightly her pussy still gripped it. Gene was gentler than Bill had been, but had nowhere near Carl's level of skill. He was quick to start fondling and sucking her tits, though, and soon she felt herself approaching another orgasm. Bill's voice came from behind her. "Hold her still for a second." Gene paused and spat out Holly's nipple. "What the hell for?" "If you're gonna get another go at her I want one, too. And she's still got one hole I ain't fucked yet." Oh, no. She felt her ass cheeks being pulled roughly apart, followed by the chill of spit being rubbed into her tight asshole. She'd never taken it in the ass before, let alone been double penetrated. The stretching was painful at first, as Bill squeezed himself in, but once he and Gene had fallen into a rhythm she quickly orgasmed. They fucked her in this fashion for what seemed like an eternity. After five minutes or so, Gene came, but as Bill didn't want to stop fucking her ass yet, Gene was soon hard and fucking her again. It wasn't long after this that she felt Bill's cock twitching in her ass, and he pulled out to shoot his load across her sore, red ass cheeks. Carl tapped Gene on the shoulder. "Lay her down on the table. I wanna fuck her tits now." Holly was lifted up and placed on the coffee table, and Carl straddled her chest as Gene went back to pounding her pussy from a new angle. Holly almost giggled when she realized that she was still wearing her shoes. It just seemed absurd as she pushed her breasts together around Carl's cock. He fucked her tits rapidly, and Holly was almost hypnotized by the sight of his bulbous brown cock-head popping in and out of her cleavage, which looked creamy white in comparison. With a grunt, Gene filled her pussy with its fourth load of the evening and slumped back into the armchair, spent. And, finally, Carl blew his load on her tits. She hadn't realized how much cum he produced when it had been in her pussy, but now his jizz drenched her. several blasts of it joined Gene's cum on her face, painting her lips and plastering one of her eyes shut, and as he lifted up off her chest, her tits were practically covered in the stuff. For a while she just lay there, gently dripping cum onto the tabletop while the guys talked around her. She got up after a time and stumbled to where her skirt lay on the floor, avoiding eye contact with the leering men. Gene and Carl had used it to clean themselves up, and now it was more crumpled and cum-spattered than ever. She put it on anyway. She found her shirt in a corner. It only had three buttons left, and it now exposed her cleavage all the way to her belly. It probably wouldn't have even covered her nipples if it hadn't been stuck to her body with the cum that was soaking through her garments at an alarming rate. Unwise Purchase Ch. 01 She grabbed her purse and staggered out the door as Bill called after her to stop by anytime. That wasn't specific enough to compel her to actually come back, so that at least was a small blessing. She made it back to her apartment without incident, and practically fell asleep in the shower. The dried cum was like glue, and she had to scrub at her sore body for almost an hour. There was so much caked in her pubes that she eventually gave up and just shaved them, wincing as she drew the razor over her sore pussy. It was three AM by the time she got to bed, and she still smelled slightly of sex. Since she usually slept in underwear, she now fell into bed naked, and she fell asleep glaring at the ring. In the morning she was going to get it off, even if she had to cut her finger off to do so. Unwise Purchase Ch. 02 Holly scowled down at the ring on her finger as she worked the register. Her anger at it was pretty much the only thing keeping her awake this morning. She was running on four hours of sleep, something almost unheard of for her, and she hadn't been able to get coffee yet this morning. Between attempts to get the ring off, she hadn't had time. Having to take another shower hadn't helped, but it had been necessary after the morning's kitchen sink amputation attempt. She was trying not to think about that, but she knew that the sight of her own blood-covered bones growing back together would haunt her dreams tonight just as the gangbang had the night before. The one good thing, if there was one, was that the ring had dulled the pain greatly. Sawing her finger off had been only very painful rather than excruciating. "Yo, ugly! Want some coffee?" Holly turned, plastering a smile on her face. "Mar, I would kill for coffee." Tricia, Holly's best friend since high school, leaned against the counter next to her and handed over a hot paper cup. "That is good to know. I'll make a note to give you a list of names later. To think I've been paying full price for professional hit-men when you could be bought so cheaply all along. Tragedy." Holly was too busy slurping at the coffee to banter back, and Tricia raised an eyebrow. "Damn, girl! Slow down or you're gonna burn your tongue off!" A piece of her hair, half natural brown and half blue, slipped down in front of her eye, and she brushed it back absentmindedly. Holly put the coffee down, half empty, and wiped some overflow from her chin with her sleeve. "Nah, I can deal with scalding. You're just a wuss." "Ooh, aren't you a badass?" Tricia bumped her playfully with her hip, and Holly bumped back. "You're gonna see how much of a badass I am if your ass doesn't stop invading my personal space." "It's not an invasion, it's a peacekeeping mission. Your tits looked about to get rowdy over there." Tricia grinned. "Speaking of which, they seem more liberated than usual today. No bra?" Holly crossed her arms uncomfortably. "Is it that obvious?" "Nah, I just have seven years of experience looking down your shirt." Holly smirked, looking meaningfully at Tricia's expansive bosom. "Don't know why you'd look at mine when you've got those monsters bouncing around." Tricia nodded, grinning. "Fair point, babe." Tricia was one of the only women Holly had ever met with a more impressive set of tits than her own, and the only one who managed the feat without being overweight. Her employee nametag sat atop a mountain of soft caramel flesh barely held in check by an F-cup bra. The black button-down shirt required by the store's dress code was unbuttoned far enough down her rack to expose a breathtaking amount of jiggling cleavage, and the buttons that were fastened across her chest strained visibly to stay that way. The drastic shift in girth between her rack and her waist made it hard for Tricia to find shirts that fit properly, but this one hugged her flat stomach almost as tightly as it did her massive breasts. Tricia turned away to help a customer, and when she turned back to Holly her expression had changed to one of concern. "So what's up with you? Barely seen you at all this week, and it doesn't look like you slept at all last night. You okay?" Holly looked away, fiddling idly with the ring. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." "The hell you are. Tell you what, I'm going to dinner with a friend from high school tonight. You wanna come?" "Is this one of those things where you try to set me up with one of your fuck-buddies again?" "No, of course not." "Bullshit." "Yeah, okay. But if you don't like him, I promise not to pressure you. Main goal is to get you out of the house." Holly sighed. "Okay, maybe. What time tonight?" "Like seven-ish. That work?" Seven was before dark. Seven was doable. "Sure. I might have to leave early, though." She regretted it instantly, but once you had made plans with Tricia, it was hard to back out of them. Eleven hours later, Holly was sitting in a booth across from Tricia, waiting for the others to arrive. She was scowling. "You invited Frank Williams? Seriously?" "Nothing wrong with Frank. Frank's cool." "Isn't he a drug dealer or something?" A shadow fell over the table, and six foot four of tattooed muscle slid into the booth beside her. "Why? You looking to buy?" Frank's bearded face grinned down at her appraisingly, and she returned his gaze coldly. "You sure you want to be saying stuff like that in a crowded restaurant?" "Nobody's listening, and you're not gonna narc on me." "How do you know that?" Frank gave her a once-over that sent chills down her spine. "Because your mouth'll be full." Tricia looked up from her menu as Holly's face reddened. "Frank, don't be a dick." Frank pointed out that they were at a restaurant, after all, and assured them he had only meant that her mouth would be full with food, but Holly still took measures to sit as far away from him as possible. She'd have to even more careful now, to make sure this creep was nowhere near her when the sun set. The restaurant was busy tonight, and service was slow. Time dragged, and when the check finally came, the reddish rays of sunlight were beaming through the window. She was cutting it close. Tricia gave the waiter the money before heading off to the bathroom. Frank watched her ass out of sight, then gave Holly a wink and headed in the same direction. She could guess why. By the time the waiter returned with Tricia's change several minutes later, the sun was down. She needed to get out of there. She debated just leaving the change on the table, but it was enough that Tricia would probably want it back. She'd just slide it under the door of whatever stall they were fucking in, then leave. Holly made her way to the restrooms. There was a "closed for maintenance" sign on the door of the men's, so obviously they were in there. She slipped in, and immediately the sound of moaning hit her ears. To her surprise, they had forgone a stall, and Holly was treated to the sight of Frank's well-muscled ass thrusting vigorously. He had Tricia's naked form bent over the counter with the sinks, and her tits jiggled as his stomach slapped against her rounded caramel ass. Holly coughed to get their attention. "Um, Tricia? I have to head out now. I, uh, brought you your change?" "Oh, aaaaaa, uh, thanks, babe... oh, yes oh god yes. Put it, ah, put it in my purse." Holly spotted the purse lying on the floor next to Tricia's discarded thong. She sidled up, bent down to slip the cash into it, and found herself face to face with Frank's cock. It was enormous and throbbing, and the smell of Tricia's pussy wafted from it. Holly was transfixed. "You want some of that? Tell the truth." "I... I don't know." She answered truthfully. Frank grinned down at her. "My truck's the blue one by the front door. It's unlocked. Wait for me there and I'll give you a turn." Then he turned and rammed his full length back into Tricia's dripping pussy, eliciting a squeal from its owner. Holly wandered out in a daze, all hope of this evening ending well evaporated. As she had feared, the sun was long past the horizon. She found the truck and lifted herself into the passenger seat to wait dutifully for Frank. After about ten minutes he climbed in, grinning. As he closed the door, he popped the button on his jeans, and his cock popped out to bob freely as the truck growled to life. It was already mostly hard again, and even bigger than she had thought from the glimpse she'd gotten of it earlier, easily as thick as Carl's had been and almost twice as long. Veins bulged along its gently pulsing length, and although Holly knew there were no muscles in the penis, this one looked ready to argue that point. It was still covered in Tricia's pussy juices, and as Holly watched, Frank pulled something black and silky out of his pocket to wipe them off. it was Tricia's thong. The stroking he was giving it to clean it off was making it even stiffer, and Holly eyed it with trepidation. Just the thought of that thing pounding into her shaved snatch made her wince, but she also found herself becoming more aroused. As her pussy gushed, Holly realized that being gangbanged had awakened things in her quite unrelated to the curse. Frank saw her staring and reached over to tug at the hem of her dress. "You like what you see, you gotta show me yours. Fair's fair." Shifting in her seat to pull her skirt up to her waist, Holly realized with a start that she did like what she saw. Creepy though Frank might be, he had a gorgeous cock, and she needed it. It dimly occurred to her that "You like what you see" must have been considered a command, but what did that matter at this point? Almost without realizing she was doing it, she reached over and wrapped her hand around the monster. There was a good inch and a half of skin between her thumb and forefingers, and it throbbed warmly against her skin. She began running her hand slowly up and down it, and realized with mild horror that she hadn't been told to do it. this was all her. Leering down at her crotch from the corner of his eye, Frank pretended to be shocked. "Going commando, huh? And shaved, too? Hot damn, you knew you were gonna get fucked tonight, didn't you?" Holly looked down at her lap, and it looked back up at her with incriminating wetness. "No, I never wear underwear." Frank's admonishment to tell him the truth was still in effect. The tattooed man whistled lowly. "Goddamn. I could tell you weren't wearing a bra, but you just keep on bringing the surprises. You ever give road head?" "No." "I'll have to introduce you to that. Later, though, 'cause we're about where we're going." Holly looked out the window, confused. They were entering a large wooded park that she'd never seen before. "Where are we? I thought you were taking me to your place." She started to pull her hand off of Frank's cock, but he gently grabbed her wrist. "Yeah, but I gotta make a business stop first." He pulled into a small parking lot next to some benches and picnic tables. Parking, he pulled a lever on his seat and moved it back. "Doesn't look like the guy's here yet, so how about you get over here and show me if that shaved pussy's as tight as it looks." On that monster it'd be like a vise, Holly thought as she climbed over to straddle him. She moaned and shuddered as her clit rubbed against the rough hair at the rock-hard base of his cock, and she rolled her eyes inwardly. He hadn't even put it in yet and she was already cumming. Frank hooked his fingers under the hem of her dress and pulled it up. She slipped it over her arms, and it disappeared into the tangled mess of junk on the backseat floorboard. Frank leaned over and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking gently. His mustache tickled her, and she ground against his cock. Taking this for the hint it obviously was, Frank clapped his hands to her thighs and lifted her. His dick rose back to full attention as her weight was raised off of it, and it slid along her pussy lips until the flared purple head nestled just barely inside of her. Holly closed her eyes for a moment in a mixture of pleasure and trepidation, then opened them again and screamed as, without warning, he dropped her. For a moment Holly sat rigid, gasping as her pussy spasmed around the largest thing it had ever felt. She looked down past her heaving tits and stared with amazement at the four or five inches of flesh still visible between her thighs. How the hell was she going to take all of that? Her whole body felt hot, and she flushed as she desperately took hold of Frank's shirt and looked breathlessly into his face. "You ever take a cock this big?" "Oh, god... no, I—OH, FUCK! I haven't." Holly gingerly started gyrating her hips, and the cock pressed onward into her. It was thicker near the base, and her pussy was stretched to its limits as the monster slid past the tight, soaking lips of her snatch. And then, just as she thought she might be reaching her limits, Frank winked at her, put his hands on her waist, and rammed into her full force. Holly screamed and collapsed against his chest, as she was struck by the strongest orgasm she'd ever felt. She writhed against Frank's well-muscled chest, hoarsely screaming obscenities and moaning as his strong arms lifted her up and down the full length of his shaft. When she came to her senses, she found that she had taken over again and was energetically writhing on Frank's throbbing pole. Frank's flesh was now slapping against hers on every downstroke, and the bulb of his head was thrusting so deeply into her that she was surprised it wasn't coming out of her mouth. Holly had just started to get into a good rhythm when she heard the door open. Frank got a tighter grip on her ass, then grunted as he swiveled in his seat. Holly felt herself swinging out into the cool night air, still impaled on Frank's rod. Holly clutched him more tightly, afraid of being dropped, as Frank got to his feet and nudged the door closed behind them. He walked slowly around to the rear of the truck, every step sending waves of pleasure shooting through Holly's body. One hand left her ass, and there was the sound of the truck bed opening. Holly was plopped down on her back with her legs spread wide around Frank, and now the fucking began in earnest. He was now able to pull the full length of his huge cock back out of her dripping pussy before each thrust, and he pounded into her with long, powerful thrusts. She came almost immediately, writhing and wailing as she reached up to cup her violently bouncing breasts. "We, we can't, ohgod, out, side, AH, someone, ah, will see UUUuuuussss." She was barely intelligible, but Frank understood her. Reaching down, he gave her a resounding slap on the ass. Holly squeaked. "You'll fuck wherever I want to fuck, bitch. Understand?" Holly nodded and squealed as another orgasm overtook her. Frank pawed at her tits, groping them roughly as they jiggled from the motion of his thrusts. Holly's own hands were slapped away, and she turned her attention to strumming her clit. There was the sound of tires crunching nearby, and Holly turned her head to look. At least it wasn't a cop, but she could see a man climbing out of the car. "Holy shit!" She heard him whisper. Frank didn't look over to see the newcomer, but sped up the tempo of his thrusts into Holly's sopping cunt. "Be with you in just a second." The last word was grunted through gritted teeth, and with one final, brutal thrust, Holly could feel jets of cum exploding inside her womb. She arched her back as Frank slid his softening cock out of her gaping hole. She felt empty, and immediately hated herself for feeling that way. Frank had turned away, stuffing his deflated monster back into his jeans, and was having a heated discussion with the newcomer. Must be one of his drug deals, Holly thought disinterestedly. She was so exhausted that she couldn't even bring herself to close her legs, and her overflowing pussy was exposed to the night air. She was starting to drift off when she heard the guy start yelling. "Bullshit! That's fifty bucks more than last time!" "One of my suppliers got busted last week. It happens." "You ain't the only dealer in town, asshole! I can go downtown." "The hell you can. You'll get your skinny ass knifed." "Well, I ain't paying that much unless you sweeten the deal. That's one hot bitch you got there. Seems a shame that you're the only one gets to fuck her tonight." Holly clamped her legs together and sat up, starting to get worried. She expected Frank to hit the guy, but he just gave a snort of laughter. "You okay with sloppy seconds?" The guy shrugged and grinned over at Holly where she sat in a puddle of cum. "I got condoms. I'll fuck her ass." Frank nodded. "Deal." He jerked his head at Holly. "Hop up and turn around, bitch." Holly leaned over the tailgate, staring woodenly off into the sky as Frank's customer rolled a rubber over his dick. "Shit. Got any lube?" Frank smirked. "Plenty in her pussy, bro." "That's gross, man!" But Holly quickly felt a thumb spreading the cum from her pussy around the rim of her ass, eliciting a shudder, and it was quickly followed by the head of the guy's cock. It was smallish, but it was bigger than Bill's and only the second she had ever taken in the ass. She gasped as it pressed past her opening, but forced herself to stay relaxed so as not to drag this out any longer than she had to. The guy pounded into her rapidly, and came after an embarrassingly short time. He shuddered as his cock pumped cum into the tip of the condom, then withdrew with a sigh. He slapped Holly's ass appreciatively. "Hottest girl I've ever fucked. Thanks, man." Frank wandered back over from where he'd been watching. "Whatever. You got the cash?" "Yeah, just a second." There was a rustle as goods were exchanged, then the guy headed back to his car. Holly remained leaning over the tailgate until she felt another slap at her ass. "Stop standing there like a dumbass and suck my cock. Got places to be tonight and I don't need my dick all covered in cum." Holly dropped to her knees on the asphalt, cum plopping to the ground beneath her. Frank's cock slapped against the side of her face, leaving a smudge of spunk and pussy juices. He was already hardening as she took the head between her lips. She forced her mouth around the massive shaft, but gagged. It was too big. She forced a few inches into her mouth and slurped them clean, but anything beyond the halfway mark was out of the question. There was no way this thing would fit down her throat. She settled for giving the base of his cock a tongue bath. Holly had a long, dexterous tongue that she had always felt was a bit wasted on a straight woman, and Frank seemed to be quite satisfied with it. He moaned deeply as she finished cleaning his dick of its salty residue and she moved back to the bulbous head. After a bit of teasing with her tongue, she gave another shot at fitting it all into her mouth. Frank's phone rang in his pocket, and he raised it to his ear, placing his other hand on the back of the girl's head to indicate that she keep going. "Hey. No, I'm just finishing something up. I'll be there soon as I get done. Shit, seriously? Okay, I'll be there in five minutes." As he hung up, he started ramming his cock into Holly's mouth despite her muffled protests. "Alright, slut. You got two minutes to get me off or I'm leaving without you." Holly redoubled her efforts on his cock, but it was no use. She was limited to awkwardly mouthing and licking the tip, unable to fit it down her throat, and she wasn't confident that it would be enough. But surely he wouldn't really leave her here, would he? She lifted herself up a bit and wrapped her tits around his shaft. He moaned and started thrusting into them, and the silky flesh jiggled enticingly around him. After only a minute or so of this, he started quickening his thrusts, and with a bellow he came. Ropes of sperm sprayed up and splashed across Holly's forehead and cheeks, and he kept thrusting against her chest as still more blasted out. When he pulled away from her, Holly's face was painted white, and rivers of thick white fluid ran freely down her torso and belly. She had never seen a man cum so much. It didn't seem possible. Frank stood back, stuffing his spent cock back into his pants. "Aw, fuck! I don't want you getting in my truck all skanky like that. You'll fuck up the seats." He looked at his watch. "Shit! You made me late, bitch!" And with that he ran back to his truck, slamming the tailgate shut as he passed. Holly shot unsteadily to her feet behind him, jizz pattering to the ground beneath her. Unwise Purchase Ch. 02 "What? No!" Frank shouted over his shoulder as he opened the door. "There's a house just over the hill over there where a couple guys I know live! Can't miss it! I'll give them a call for you!" The truck sped off, leaving Holly standing naked but for her shoes in a puddle of cum. She blinked her dripping eyelashes in stunned silence for a few minutes, then started walking.