"Boy am I glad you guys stopped," you exclaim as my buddy Ryan and I get out of our van. "The last car went by an hour ago, and my damn phone isn't working out here."
"No problem changing that tire, miss," I give you a little grin, "I bet the spare's in the trunk."
Ryan and I exchange a look when we see your vanity plates KOOLPSS3 and another one when you bend way over into the trunk to point out the spare, giving us a fine view of your round ass in very short skirt.
We set to work and pretty quickly have the tire swapped while you chatter about how you're glad the cops didn't come around because you just bailed out of a party where your now ex-boyfriend was hitting on other girls.
I heave the flat into your trunk while you gush, "Gee, I just don't know how to thank you two enough!!"
You turn to step into the car and realize that Ryan is leaning on the driver's door. You stand still for a moment, getting flustered as he leers at your plump tits squeezed into a too tight top.
I step up behind you and murmur, in a soft cold voice, "Nobody's gonna come by, and there's no where to run. Just be cool, show us how much you appreciate our help, and you'll be fine."
You flinch as I stroke your hair and keep on talking, "I've had black pussy, and white pussy, and dirty pussy, but yours is the first kool pussy I've seen."
I press you back against the car and rub my hand across your hips.
Ryan joins in, running his thick fingers over your arm, face and neck, "Our favorite kind of pussy is the same pussy, baby."
We each grab an arm and half-carry, half-walk you to the side of the van away from the road. You stand quivering between us as we start to nuzzle and kiss your face while pawing your body. Our free hands start squeezing your tits, pulling up your top and ripping off the thin lacy bra you're wearing. I jiggle your fat boobs in my hands, rolling your nipples between my fingers and pinching them. You squirm more as Ryan's hand pulls up your skit and pushes between your thighs. My hand slides into your hair, tangling it in my fingers, and then jerking it firmly.
You know what I want you to do, and your legs spread out so his fingers can invade your bald snatch. He rips off your thong and stuffs into the pocket of his greasy jeans. He fingers your clit while I bend down to suck and bite on your nipples. A few moans start to escape from your lips, mixed with tiny silent sobs.
"I think it's time for her to say thank you like she means it," I tell Ryan.
He opens the side door of the van, and we sit you down on the floor. Ryan steps inside and grabs your wrists, grabbing a free electrical cord and looping it around them. I loosen my pants with my free hand. I hold your hair tightly with other and pull your face to my thick cock as it bounces free of my jeans. You can smell the musk and sweat as I rub the shaft over your cheeks. I thrust the head towards your lips but you turn away. My hand tightens in your hair, jerking your head back.
"Open," I growl.