The cool night air hit us as the three of us pushed our way out of the nightclub doors, the fog reeking of spilled vodka and cigarette ash. The thumping bass faded behind us as we spilled into the parking lot, the air sharp with cold that bit through our sweat-damp clothes. My girlfriend Lila and her best friend Jess teetered on stilettos, clinging to each other, their giggles sharp and brittle.
Lila's black sequined mini dress clung to her voluptuous curves, the fabric straining over her tits, heavy, round, fake, and gleaming under the streetlights. Jess's red latex bodysuit left nothing to the imagination, her hips and tits jiggling with every step. Both reeked of vanilla body spray and loosening inhibitions. Their heels clicked like gunshots on the asphalt, bubble-thick butts swaying in their tight dresses.
I mumbled an apology, but Lila cut me off with a snarl as she power-walked across the parking lot. "Save it. We're leaving."
I'd fucked up and I knew it. She'd caught me staring at "that blonde bimbo's tits" (as she put it), some girl that walked by, and she was fucking pissed.
I was on ice.
We'd popped ecstasy pills about 45 minutes ago. We'd barely started coming up when she decided she'd had enough of the club and we were going home, and her friend supported her, of course. As we approached the far side of the lot Lila shot me a hateful glance, her glossed lips pressed tight. Jess was a storm of fury, her pupils blown wide, jaw twitching as the molly surged, sneering at me.
It was supposed to be a fun night out. It was such a disappointment. I was totally defeated, coming up on a roll that was dancing up my spine with a tingle of rising bliss, but with a pit of despair in my chest weighing it down. The parking lot asphalt gleamed under sickly yellow lights, and as we approached my SUV I fumbled with the keys, my palms trembling and slick with sweat as I pressed the unlock button.
"Y'know what, baby?" Lila slurred, wrenching the passenger door open, her leather dress straining over her wide hips. "Maybe you should've stayed inside with your... your fucking... new friend." Her stimulant-high stutter was venomous, and I froze, keys dangling.
Jess bit her lip, torn between loyalty and the drugs humming in her veins. Her pupils were blown wide, the molly starting to melt her brain. Her nipples poked through the red leather, hard as bullets in the cold.
That's when they appeared.
Two dudes materialized from the shadows like fucking vampires. The taller one, six foot five and a dense stack of muscle, had a jawline sharp enough to slice cheese, his traps bulging under a tight white tank top. The shorter one was six foot two and wiry, tattoos snaking up his neck, phone already out and recording.
"You two fine as fuck, ladies!" said Jawline Guy, his voice deep and gravelly. The kind of voice that got panties wet.
Lila gasped sharply, then turned to beam at him with a jiggling bounce of her heavy, sequined rack, eyes wide with awe. "Why thank you! You're not too bad yourself, mister."
A hole burned in the pit of my stomach. She was doing this to punish me, I knew it.
Tattoo Guy grinned wide, aiming the camera to follow Lila's glittering hourglass body. "You two queens wanna go viral? We're TikTok influencers recording Q&A sessions with the sexiest women we see tonight. Two million followers."
Jess's face lit up as she looked at Lila and smiled. Her jaw gently vibrated and her hips swayed as she stepped closer. "What kinda questions?" she purred.
"Spicy ones," Jawline Guy grinned, his gaze raking over Lila's body. "You game?"
He glanced over at me with a wink.
Lila grinned as she shot me a look of dark-eyed vengeance. She tossed her blonde hair, the streetlight catching the sweat on her cleavage. "Fuck yes I am."
The MDMA was coming on really fast. Lila's eyes were starting to wiggle as she looked back at Jawline with a sultry bedroom gaze. Fuck, this stuff was really strong, I thought, as the sudden deep urge to start massaging my own shoulders washed over me. This was hitting us all like a fucking freight train... right at the worst possible time.
"Alright alright alright!" Tattoos hooted. Jawline was staring at Lila like a lion looking at a wounded baby antelope.
The first few questions were softballs. Favorite position, wildest hookup. Lila began acting sluttier and sluttier as her inhibitions dissolved, shimmying her dress low to flash a nipple piercing. Jess, now buzzing on the gushing flood of serotonin, giggled and mimicked her, hiking her skirt to reveal a lace thong. The guys roared and cheered with each new line crossed. I stood behind them looking defeated.
Then Jawline dropped the bomb. Staring deep into Lila's eyes, he said, "You ever taken a dick so big it ruined you for other men?"
Lila's face flushed, but Jess just laughed, a low, throaty sound that made my balls tighten with shriveled anxiety.
Jawline's hand drifted to Lila's waist, thumb stroking the sequins. "Damn. Y'all deserve better."
"Why, do you guys think you can beat the record or something?" Lila taunted, her voice laced with challenge. "You packing, daddy?" Lila reached out, pretending to size up his crotch.
The guys doubled over in laughter, hollering into the recording phone, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.
I felt a surge of hot embarrassment. How far was she going to take this? She'd proven her point, I was humiliated, could we just go home now?
"Careful, girl," Tattoos warned, grinning at his bulky friend. "You'll get more than you bargained for."
Jess's smile turned feral. She glanced back at me, her eyes glinting with malice. "Prove it, big guy."
Jawline's smirk spread into a wide smile. He slowly unbuckled his jeans. The girls' eyes were glued to his crotch.
Finally his cock sprang out, a thick, veined monstrosity that made Lila gasp, curving upward like a fucking scimitar. It must have been at least ten inches long, as thick around as a soda can. It glistened with a sheen of sweat under the dim streetlamps, and a dense pearl of precum was lazily drooling from the slit at the end of its meaty mushroom tip.
Jess squealed, her hand flying to her mouth. "Holy shit," she whispered. "That's... that's not real. That can't be..."
"Jesus," Lila whispered, transfixed, biting her lip.
Jawline grabbed her wrist, pressing her palm to his shaft, the veins snaking around to cradle the enormous mating organ. "Wanna test it?" he groaned.
Lila's breath hitched, but she didn't pull away. "Okay," she whispered.
The SUV's doors flew open. Before I could react, Jawline shoved me aside, spitting "Move, cuck," as he and Lila clambered into the backseat. Not knowing what else to do, and worried they'd steal my car, I scrambled into the front seat, knuckles white on the wheel, the stink of their arousal already suffocating. Looking behind me, what I saw made me freeze with terror.
The vehicle rocked as her ass slid across the leather backseat, sequins popping off and flinging under the force of the friction. Her legs splayed wide, stilettos propped on the headrest. Jawline's meaty hands clamped her hips, his cock glistening, already drooling pre-cum as he loomed over her.
Tattoos took Jess by the hand and they clambered into the front passenger seat, her red latex squeaking as she crowded onto his lap, her tits mashed against his face as she leaned over to watch the backseat show.
Lila's breath came in shallow gasps, her pupils swallowing her irises. She didn't look at me. Just arched into Jawline's touch as his fingers teased her straps down.
"You're so... smooth," she breathed, jaw trembling as she gazed into his eyes.
"That's what you deserve, baby," Jawline nipped her earlobe, hands easing her dress lower. "Someone who cherishes this." His palm cupped her tit, thumb circling her nipple.
Jess whimpered, grinding against Tattoos. "Please..."
He shushed her, fingers threading through her hair. "Easy, gorgeous. Wanna make it good for you."
The SUV filled with sighs and gasps. Soft, saccharine, loving. Jawline's lips trailed Lila's collarbone. Lila's moan tangled with his groan, her legs wrapping his hips.
"Inside me," she whispered, her voice raw. She didn't look at me at all. I was forgotten. She was gazing up into Jawline's piercing blue eyes with a look of utter adoration.
Jawline lowered himself onto Lila until the meaty head of his curved fuck salami was gently kissing her juice-drooling labia. He slowly sawed the mighty breeding staff up and down her cunt lips as she shrieked with pleasure.
As their bodies melted into each other, Jess rocked in Tattoos' lap, his hands cradling her face as they kissed. I sat there frozen with the undulating, moaning couples to either side, not sure what to do.
Finally, as I watched in horror, Jawline slid into Lila's plump, gooey cunt with a slow, reverberating groan. Her back arched, a squeal tearing from her throat as her tits bounced, the sequins digging into her skin. He moved with slow, deep rolls of his pelvis, their foreheads touching.
"Fuck," she whispered, fixated on his eyes, "you're... perfect..."
He began to thrust deep into her with a steady cadence. The sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed through the car. Jess whimpered, her hand sliding between her thighs, as Tattoo's cock, emerged from his jeans, ground against her moist, exposed panties.
"You see this, bro?" Tattoos crowed. "Your girl's a natural."
Jess whined as she guided his cock into her wet pussy lips. The two frontseat lovers both groaned as she lowered himself onto his lap.
The crisp smacks of thrusting hips filled the air as my girlfriend and her best friend messily made out with these two strangers as they eagerly fucked them.
