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.

Jared sustained his low-level thrusting while she adjusted, physically and psychologically, to the presence of the cock in her mouth. The need to take charge of the young drummer had diverted her from the full mind-boggling truth—she was allowing two cocks inside herself in the same moment. This was full-on Lacey territory now and she’d chosen every step of it. She was sliding her mouth up and down the drummer’s fully stiffened shaft, while the guitarist gripped her ass and stuck it to her from behind.

“Fucking hell…” The young blond guy was still in a dreamlike state, stroking Kareena’s hair absent-mindedly while staring at her lips stretched around him. She succeeded in absorbing the motion of Jared’s cock sufficiently to wrap her hand around the base of the drummer’s, while sucking him more deeply.

“These, my friend,” Jared told his band-mate, “are the perks of playing in a shit-hot rock band. You liking them?”

“What? God yeah.”

“Then make the most of it.” A hand, not one of Robbie’s, grabbed her hair and shoved her down onto the drummer’s shaft, so that his bulging glans squelched into her throat. Fuck! Bastard Jared…

“Oh God…” Robbie was loving that all right, judging from the tension in his voice. Jared let go and the younger guy tried it himself, pushing her down one-handed with less force, like a polite boy exploring his inner alpha for the first time. There was something close to guilt in his face as he drew her off his pole, but she sensed he was no less horny.

“Tell him,” Jared said, as spit dribbled from her lips. “Tell him what you want.”

“I want you to fuck my face,” she said, levelling a stare at the newcomer. “I want to get fucked at both ends.” Like in the picture. “Properly. Both of you.”

“For real? Shit. Well, okay then.” Robbie sounded mightily grateful to be given the green light. As Jared started to power-stroke inside her one more, the drummer gripped her head with both hands and drew her down onto him. He began sliding himself to the back of her mouth, staring at his shunting progress between her lips. Soon both guys were actively fucking her, holding on tightly as they filled her up with stiff cock.

The experience of the seasoned rocker was absorbed through some osmosis by the novice and they began plunging their lengths in unison, one choking her, the other cramming her cunt. Miraculously she found she could take it all and still taunt the youngster with her gaze, feeding off his disbelief at his own horny actions. If Jared was showing her, then she was damn well showing this boy.

“That’s more like it!” Jared’s exhortation combined with the effect of her stare. “She didn’t ask you to stay so you could be nice. She’s working out her issues and if you want to help her do it, then fuck her good.” His new partner in depravity responded by stuffing himself deep into her throat, his energy and excitement mounting by the second.

“This is amazing,” he said, “fucking amazing.”

“Yes, buddy, is damn well fucking is.”

The degree of amazingness proved too extreme for Robbie and he rocketed towards his peak, body tensing and hands tightening. His conscience stung him again, for he looked to Kareena right before he let go, as if to inquire whether he should pull out. She was fucked beyond caring—he could cum where he damn well chose. Jared helped with the guy’s decision, his fist closing in her hair so that she had nowhere to go.

“Give it to her,” he said.

Robbie did, cutting loose with a sequence of hot gushes down her throat, as groans poured from his own. Pumped that girl full of cum … It had been Jared’s phrase for another groupie on another night. This time it was Kareena, her full slut status achieved as she was pumped front and rear. She drank down all Robbie had to give her and sucked him dry afterwards, otherwise what would have been the point? Half-measures would have been lame, so she licked and guzzled the final vestiges of cum from his cock while he groaned. Jared was still churning her up from behind, as the spent young drummer faded sideways onto the mattress.

“Thank you,” he was saying. “Oh God, thank you. You’re one fucking great girl.”

Kareena could only drip saliva from her mouth in reply. Already Jared was taking back full charge of her.

“Get changed, bud, and go,” the guitarist instructed. “Me and this sweet thing have some serious business to conclude.”

“Yes. Yeah, sure—I hear you.”

Kareena knew her first and hardest lover meant the words. She lost track of Robbie’s movements from that point on and could not even have said precisely when he left the van. Jared was cranking up his efforts one more time and the effect was overwhelming.

“Hey sweetheart…” he grunted.

“Uh-huh?”

“Did I say I was pleased with you? You made me fuckin’ proud.”

“Yeah?” Her hand had returned to her clit; the climax which she had delayed so she could whore herself to another guy was returning all the stronger. Jared’s strokes, fluent and well-lubed, speeded up inside her. “You think your little slut did good?”

“I think she did very good, ‘cos she took what she fuckin’ wanted, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“With who she wanted.”

“Yeah.”

“And what do you have t’ say to Daddy?”

“Daddy can go fuck off.” It was good to articulate the thought this time.

“Damn right, girl,” he said, voice grating as he rammed it to her once more. “Who’s your daddy now, Kareena? Who’s your fuckin’ daddy tonight?”

“You are!” she screamed, not missing a beat. “You’re my fucking daddy! Oh God, I’m coming…” She was, again.

“That’s it, you naughty fucking slut. All over my cock. Now who owns your fucking ass?”

She howled as orgasm burst through her body once more, shaking her till she sobbed. When she came out the other side, his cock was still buried in her pulsating pussy. “You do,” she moaned. “You do.”

“And who’s gonna fuck your fucking ass?” His voice had dropped but lost none of its force. He delivered the line like her final challenge.

At any other time she might have shirked it, feeling too shy or shocked or scared, but right then she felt none of those things. All she wanted was to experience more of this man, and explore more with him. Wasn’t that why she had sucked off another guy with him still inside her?

“You are,” she said in her recklessness. “You’re gonna fuck my tight ass and I’m gonna fuckin’ love it.” I think. Well at least his cock was still covered, that was one less thing to worry about…

“Spread your cheeks,” he commanded through gritted teeth. She reached behind with both hands, gripped the spanked flesh of her buttocks and pulled apart. The sheer lewdness of the moment was not lost on her—stretching open one hole while Jared was still stuffed in the other. Slowly he withdrew from her cunt and, without missing a beat, thrust two fingers in to replace his cock. He wriggled them inside her to wet them and then pulled them out. Afterwards he slid his cock all the way back inside her pussy and straight away rammed what must have been the middle finger into her ass.

“Aaagh!” She clenched around the digit in shock, before gradually relaxing into the sensation of having his finger up her tight hole. Of having both holes invaded together.

“That’s it, good girl. Let’s get you ready—ready to take it all inside that ass.” He held his cock still and worked his finger steadily, methodically inside her, slippery as it was from her pussy. Then he applied the second and stretched her out even more.

“Fuck! Fuck, that’s good…” It shocked her that there was pleasure to be taken in this so quickly. Her body was working in time with his fingers, pushing back against them to aid their passage in and out of her ass, while pressing her pussy onto his stationary cock.

“Only a really nasty girl would like that, Kareena,” he affirmed. “You do know that, don’t you?”

“I guess that’s what I am then,” she groaned, embracing her rock-and-roll slut persona with fearlessness. “‘Cos I don’t want it to stop.”

“I’ll do better than that, then,” he growled. “Does this dirty little groupie want to have her ass broken in?”

“She does. Take this slutty ass and make it yours, Mr. fucking Rock Star.”

“Oh I will.” He extracted his fingers from her ass and his cock from her pussy. Then he pressed the slick head of his cock to her tightest opening and thrust.

“Fuck!” Kareena’s whole body tensed up with shock and the fullness, her asshole clenching against the intrusion and capturing inches of Jared’s shaft in doing so. He held himself there, palms stretching to enclose her cheeks.

“That’s it,” he said, “that’s it. Get used to it. Relax and focus. Take it easy and don’t fight it. Lemme know when you’re ready for more. Take your time…” She breathed deep, letting the air fill and depart from her lungs several times in rhythmic succession, concentrating on unclenching all the muscles in her body—none more than those clutching Jared.

“Okay… ready?”

“Yes,” she breathed, determined and steeling herself. “Do it.”

He gripped and sawed, a steady back and forth motion which drove his thick length deeper into her. Pain seared her and transferred all the way to her nipples; her teeth gritted and her hands clawed into the mattress in response to twin sensations of fieriness and fullness. She took what he had to give, wondering how long she could stand the sense of having her ass ripped wide. But as he continued to work himself inside her, the burning sensation slowly ebbed away. She was relaxing around him, her groans of pain transforming into moans of yearning pleasure.

Even when the fire had died the sense of fullness persisted. Jared’s strokes were deepening and amazingly she was taking him, responding to the rhythm and the fucked-up weirdness of having this massive pumping presence in her ass. Once again her fingers were feeling for her clit, her body in tune with his once more. Her fingers rubbed back and forth on her swollen erotic centre-point, matching his strokes, her mind willing him in his cock’s filthy efforts. He was pushing against the walls of her ass, stretching her so wide, filling her like she could never have believed.

“God, yeah. Fuck me…”

Every inch of him—could she take it all? Could she really?

Jared seemed to think so. His fingers closed into the strands of her short hair and clutched tight, as he shafted deep. So fucking deep.

“Oh God!” How far had he gotten? How far had her ass fucking allowed him to go? Jesus—his balls were slapping into her cheeks, and it made the whole thing somehow complete and beautiful as well as sordid. He’s all in there.

And then he picked up the pace. She’d taken him all, now she could take him hard. Poundingly-hard. He strained and shafted mightily.

“Goddamn, you’re fucking tight, girl. Such a tight fucking ass.”

“Ohhh – God!” She was glad he liked her, glad to feel his pistoning motions speed up inside her to such a crazy rate. It scared her a bit to be mastered to this extent. Even so, she clenched the walls of her ass tighter against the movement of his shaft, only this time the action was deliberate. Her own bravado amazed her—not only that, but how quickly she had embraced her role as his dirty bitch.

Jared responded by fucking more forcefully still, thrusting hard into her depths. She cried out and frigged herself concertedly, sweat and tears heralding the next in that night’s endless parade of orgasms. Exactly how much juice could her pussy squirt down her thighs?

“What’s your cousin’s name?” Jared’s question came apropos of nothing. She was amazed he could form a single word with how mightily he was pumping her ass.

“L-Lacey,” she forced out. “It’s Lacey. Why?”

“She’s been calling you.”

“What?” The driving of his dick made comprehension impossible.

“Two messages. Guess Max is done fucking the shit out of her and now she’s concerned about her friend.”

He held her glowing cell phone before her face so she could see. What the hell was he doing with that? Had he brought it along when he tipped her naked over his shoulder, then slipped it under the mattress? Probably. God, the man was some kind of street-magician-genius along with everything else. And there on the glowing read-out were two missed calls, both from her cousin.

“Let me call her,” Jared said, “put her mind at rest.”

“No!” Damn him, he was answering the calls—he was doing it with his cock up her ass! Oh shit… well at least it wasn’t her Dad…

“Hi—Lacey? It’s Jared—yeah, she’s fine. She’s right here. Wanna talk to her?”

No! Goddamn! But Jared pressed the slim rectangle of her cell to her ear. She couldn’t even grab for it, so tightly were her hands gripping the mattress. At least Jared was slowing down his fuck-motion to facilitate the conversation.

“Cuz? You okay?”

“Heyyyy!” Kareena fought to keep any husky getting-fucked-in-the-ass tone from her voice. “Yeah—yeah, I’m good.”

“You sound—weird. What’re you doing?”

“Nothing. Chilling. Everything’s fine!” The last word came out as a stifled squeal, Jared having sped up again and launched one exceptionally hard thrust into her ass. “God, sorry!”

“What the fuck are you doing, girl? Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”

“No, I’m just—you know, hanging out. I’ll see you soon. ”

“You so are!”

“Tell her,” Jared said. He whacked her hard on the ass eliciting a yelp, before reapplying his one-handed grip.

“Tell me what? Cuz—is he fucking you now?” Lacey’s voice was full of elation. “Is he?”

“Dammit… Yes! He’s fucking my ass in the back of his van on a fucking mattress! And I sucked off his friend too! Are you happy?”

“Fuck! You dirty slut, I’m jealous!” Lacey was laughing like she’d been told the best news in the world.

Jared drew the phone from Kareena and spoke to her cousin directly. The college girl would have been mortified if she hadn’t been so close to coming again. “Thanks for introducing me to your cousin, Lacey. This cutie’s a dark horse—she’s the hottest girl I’ve fucked in ages.”

Whatever Lacey said made him laugh. “Well, it seems you didn’t know the whole story,” he said, “but I’m gettin’ it all now. She’s got a favour to ask you.”

“I do?” What fucking favour?

He held the phone back to her ear. “Those living arrangements—you and your parents?”

Damn him, she knew that he was right. It was now or never. “I’m moving out,” she said, the ass-reaming having slowed enough for her to formulate practical thought. “You’re gonna help me.”

“About fucking time! Of course I’ll help. When?”

“Monday—they’ll be out. I’ll take time off college.” Now or never, damned straight.“There’s someone in my course—a girl I can stay with.”

“You got it. Damn, girl, has he actually gone and fucked some sense into you?”

“He’s not done yet…”

“Shit, sorry, my bad! You enjoy. I’m in the bar with his buddy—we’ve been having our own fun. Come find me once you’re done, baby. Fill me in once he’s filled you in.” She was still laughing gleefully when the call cut off. Jared chucked the phone aside and grabbed Kareena’s ass two-handed.

“Good call.”

“Fuck you!” She glared back at him, seething-mad but still ready to come.

“That’s some gratitude, girl. I did you a good turn.”

“So I’m an ungrateful bitch. What you gonna do, punish me?”

The look on his face almost made her regret her works. Almost, but not quite.

“Yeah, baby. That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

He gripped her, by the hair and ass this time, and propelled his cock as far inside her ass as it would go.

“Aaaaagh!”

“That’s it, slut, time to pay. Take it deep. Take it right up your ass.”

“Oh God! Oh fuck!” So deep, so fucking deep …

He pushed her head down and dragged her hips up higher, planting one foot on the mattress so he could drive downwards into her. Kareena cried out and worked her clit in a flurry of wet heat. “That’s it,” he said, a savage delight in his voice. “Get yourself off. Here we go, all the fucking way. Tell me what I’m doing to you, girl…”

“You’re fucking me. You’re fucking my tight slutty ass.”

“Damn straight. That’s what I like to hear. And you know what else I’m gonna do?”

She knew from the sound of his voice. “You’re gonna come. You’re gonna come in my ass.”

“Right again. I’m going to fire a hot load deep in that tight slutty ass.”

“Oh God!”

He grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it like dough, spearing his cock with ferocity that went right to her core. “Fuck, yeah. Here it comes, you hot fucking slut…”

Oh God… Give it, give it, give it …

Her body tightened as his did. The walls of her rectum clutched his cock and she came, everything clenching hard. He tensed and gripped, balls hammering into her cheeks, as he released spurt after spurt of cum deep inside her ass. God, he was emptying himself right up there, lost in the depths of her anal passage. Her body clung to him, squeezing him free of the final drop. Then the energy left her body along with the last of her orgasm and she drooped onto the mattress, a panting, perspiring mess.

Above her there was a slow extraction from her battered ass and the removal of a cum-heavy condom. She was glad, on seeing it dangling bulbous from his fist, that it had withstood all Jared’s strenuous efforts.

He sank down onto the mattress beside her and pressed the phone into her hand. “That’s yours,” he said, “you ball-draining little slut.”

“I know it’s mine,” she said, her breath returning slowly. “And you’re the thieving bastard who took it. I’m surprised you didn’t call my Dad along with my cousin.”

“I’d never have made that call,” he said. “You know that.”

“Hell, maybe you should have. Then he mighta kicked me out and I’d have to find my own place.” She clutched the phone tight, in case her words had given him any ideas.

“Better you do it for yourself, baby. Make it your own choice.”

“What are you, Mr. Self-help? I’ll do it. I said I would and I meant it. Shit, maybe I’ll drop out of college as well.”

“Hold fire on that,” he told her, his breath turning more even. “Just because I dropped out…”

“It’s not because you did it, Ego-man,” she scoffed. “It’s because they wanted me to, to begin with. Everything’s always been done for them, not for me.”

He lay back on the mattress, his head cradled comfortably in his hands. “All I’m sayin’ is, you can drop out for you, or stay for you. Find your own reasons—you got more than I ever did. You wanna make stuff—jewellery, whatever—then sell it. So get some business skills, marketing, IT, all that crap. Get what you need from college to back it up and then go be a success—at what you wanna do.”

“God, Jared…” It was tough focusing on his words with the various throbs occurring around her body. “That all kinda makes sense, but…

“What?”

“It might sound more convincing if you hadn’t had your cock rammed up my ass a moment ago.”

She lay with him staring at the ceiling of the van and they both burst into weary laughter. It was good, sharing a joke with him after all the filthy fucking. Somehow it made their situation way less squalid.

“Fair point,” he said. “Look, you don’t have to listen to my bullshit. But a guy can fuck a girl’s ass and still look out for her—y’know, when she’s a great girl like you.”

“Shit, Jared, you’re the dirtiest guy I ever met. Don’t go being one of the sweetest. I couldn’t fucking take that.”

“Then shall I pack your tight ass off to be with your slutty cousin?”

“It’s not so tight anymore now that you’re done with it.” Damn, it was going to ache the next day. A lot of her was going to ache. But a lot of other things would feel much better. “I’ll tell you what you can do.”

“Tell me.”

“Share another joint with me in the front.”

“You got it. You deserve that much.”

“Goddamn right I do.”

She walked to the cab of the van stark naked with Jared, thinking to hell with the smokers’ cat-calls. They could watch all they liked—she’d ceased to care. “You better do that drawing,” she told him in her moment of exhibitionist bravado.

“You want your tour van adventure shared with the world?”

“Fuck, yeah. So long as my name’s not attached.”

“All my cartoon girls stay anonymous,” he assured, supporting her nude form as they climbed back into the van. “My web designer’s gonna kick my ass if I suggest anything different.”

“Your web designer rocks. I’ll hunt you down and kick your ass too if you go back on that.”

“Before or after I’ve fucked yours?”

She pulled him to her on the front seat and kissed him. “After.”

It wasn’t that assertiveness could follow on from slutty behaviour alone. But in Kareena’s case, that was what it had taken. Maybe embracing a fantasy wasn’t so far from embracing all of life. Tomorrow would test the proof of that.

They dressed and she made him show her how to roll the joint herself. Then they toked on it in turn, windows rolled down, the Illinois night-air cooling their skin. Kareena closed her eyes and breathed out, savouring the smoke and those final sweet moments with the man who had set her on a new path—her no-bullshit, secretly-sweet, down-and-dirty rocker.

Epilogue: Jared and Vanessa - Email Buddies

4/25/13 – 19:45 EST

So let me get this right – you banged her in the front of the van, then you gave her some careers advice, then you banged her all over again in the back. And she didn’t pay you for the privilege of straightening out her head and her life? What a selfish bitch. Hey, you should advertise yourself as a whole new kind of sex therapist. No point in all this giving if you’re not getting back. And you spared a thought for me during it – you liar! Lol – don’t even say it, Jared. One of the reasons I like you is your unflinching honesty, so don’t rob me of that.

Okay, I hold my hands up – I wanted news of a van conquest and you provided one. Yes, and debauching the sexy sweetheart is way more satisfying than her truly slutty cousin, so I guess that’s a game well-played. You still need a spanking to wipe that grin off your face, though. The one that’s on it now – yes, I can see you.

Hey, and get those pictures scanned and sent to me, including the one of you with the hesitant groupie when you finish it. Your deliciously sleazy art should be set in more permanent form before you leave that art pad in motel room someplace. Your website looks sweet as a nut – all it needs now is some content. Who knows, maybe you’ll make a few bucks from this down the line. I get commission.

By the way, I got a whole other kind of opportunity for you if you’re interested – and if you and the Rejects ever make it to NYC. You recall my talking about my artist-friend Cherry? Think ‘pole dancer’ – the one who taught me all I know. You remember now, I’m guessing. She’s discussed a future project with me and I told her you’d be a perfect subject. She wanted to delegate the whole thing out to me, but I said I was dating and it wouldn’t be very appropriate, so she’s willing and eager to take you on herself. I’ll be honest – her leanings right now are more to girls than guys, but with certain attributes of yours she’d be willing to make an exception. This is still an artistic project I’m discussing here ;)

Anyway, enjoy the rest of your grand tour. Fifteen dates and counting – that’s got to be a good sign, right? And let me know if you’re interested in the Cherry Project. It might not be lucrative, but it’d be a whole lotta fun ...

V.

4/28/13 – 09:37 EST

Red, could you be more cryptic?

I’m gonna ignore all your fun at the expense of a poor hard-working boy by the way. It’s a tough grind as a hard-working rock band, so I’m glad deep down you don’t begrudge me the after show benefits. And hey, if I get to pass on some wisdom at the same time, well that’s all to the good, right? Keeps my karma balanced. I’m part of the greater good, my sexy scarlet friend! That's poetry, I should write that down and give it to Max.

I’ll send those pics to you first chance I get. I need a fucking scanner first, right? And a flash drive. Robbie from the band knows all about that shit. As for the opportunity you teased - I ain’t gonna lie, you got my interest. Don’t know when there’s gonna be time though. I’m parking my ass in Bucks County Pennsylvania for a week or so once the tour’s winding down – we managed to tie it in with some gigs local to there. I got a cousin does landscape gardening? He’s got this contract for some rich guy’s estate and can’t start when he promised, so he’s called on me to get the whole deal underway. All I have to do is not fuck up so much he can’t do damage control once he takes over. But come on, I know which way up a spade is, so what’s the worst that could happen?

Tell you what, let’s strike a deal – you get the band a couple of NYC dates after that and I’ll be part of this Cherry Project. You gotta know people who know people in your Greenwich Village bohemian crowd. How does that sound?

4/28/13 – 23:03 EST

What, you mean the Poor as Piss crowd? Yeah, I know people who know people. In fact I even know some of the people. I’ll see what I can do.

So you’re getting the honest kind of dirty – I love it. Just keep your hands on the shaft of that SPADE when the rich guy’s wife is around, you hear me?

And stop fucking around – get me those pics!

(JARED WILL RETURN IN JARED'S BRAT SCHOOL)