10. Ten

The sweet, heavy scent of weed smoke drifted through the cramped trailer as Tammy fired up a fat joint. She took a long drag, her crimson-painted lips wrapped around it seductively before passing it to Deacon. Raspy strains of "Free Bird" crackled through the old stereo speakers.

I eyed Stu hungrily from across the room, running my tongue over my lips. His muscular frame filled out that snug white t-shirt in all the right ways .

Deacon inhaled deep, savoring the acrid smoke before blowing it out in a thick plume. "That's the good shit, baby," he drawled approvingly, passing the joint to Stu.

Stu took a long pull, his eyes locked on mine as he did. The sexual tension between us was palpable, electric. I could practically feel the heat radiating off his body from across the room.

"So Stu, you still drivin' that big red rig?" Tammy asked. "What was it you called her?"

"The Proud Mary," Stu replied gruffly. "And I sure am."

"Must get lonely out there on the road, all on your own," Tammy purred, trailing a red lacquered nail down his bicep.

"It can. But I got company now." Stu never took his eyes off of me.

I shivered under the intensity of his stare. The weed was making me feel loose and uninhibited. Reckless. I wanted to run my hands all over Stu's hard body, feel his rough stubble scraping my skin as he kissed me.

Tammy giggled as she took another hit, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Y'know, I been thinkin'... it's been too damn long since we had us a good old-fashioned foursome."

Stu blew out some smoke and shook his head, passing the joint on. "Not tonight. Me and Jamie are exclusive."

The words sent a strange thrill through me. Exclusive? Is that what we were? I'd never been exclusive with someone before. Never thought I'd want to be, but the thought of Stu ever touching anyone else again made me want to claw someone's eyes out.

Deacon's face fell in disappointment. "Aww c'mon now Stu, don't be like that! You know I been dyin' to get a taste of that big ol' horse cock of yours again."

"Sorry," Stu said, though it was more of a grunt than a word.

"What about a show, then?" Tammy proposed. "If y'all ain't opposed. Deke likes to watch too sometimes, don't you, Deke?"

My cock twitched in my jeans at the thought of them watching me and Stu fuck. I wasn't lying when I told Stu I loved an audience. Craved the attention, got off on being watched. It was one of the reasons I was so damn good at working the lots. I fucking loved the hunger in other people's eyes as they looked at what they wanted but couldn't have.

"I could be persuaded to put on a show," I said, my voice low and sultry. I stood up slowly, sauntering over to where Stu sat and straddled his lap. "What do you say, honey bunny?"

Stu's hands gripped my hips, his eyes burning into mine with raw, undisguised lust. "Fuck yes," he growled.

I ground my ass down against the prominent bulge in his jeans, biting my lip as I felt how hard he already was for me. "Mmm, you like that idea, don't you? Like the thought of them seeing how good I make you feel?"

"Christ yes," Stu hissed through clenched teeth. His fingers dug into my flesh hard enough that it hurt in the best way.

I turned to look at Deacon and Tammy over my shoulder, putting on my best bedroom eyes.

"Y'all want a show? Get comfortable then," I purred, my eyes locked on Deacon and Tammy. "You're about to see what Stu's been enjoying all to himself lately."

I turned back to Stu, my hips still grinding against his, teasing him. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and slowly peeled it up and off. Stu's eyes followed hungrily, his hands roaming my newly exposed skin.

I tossed my shirt aside and leaned in close, my lips just barely grazing Stu's ear. "I want you to fuck me so good on this filthy couch they'll be jealous they can't join." I nuzzled against him before nipping at his ear. "But first, I'm gonna suck that monster cock and show your friend what he can't have."

I slid off Stu's lap and onto my knees between his spread legs, maintaining eye contact as I slowly unbuckled his belt. He watched me intently, his chest rising and falling heavily with anticipation. I popped the button on his jeans and dragged the zipper down, revealing the huge, impressive bulge straining against his boxers.

"Holy fuck," Tammy breathed from across the room. I glanced over to see her and Deacon watching with rapt attention, Deacon palming himself through his jeans.

I turned back to Stu and mouthed at his cock through the thin cotton, relishing the way it twitched and pulsed under my lips. Stu groaned, one hand coming down to tangle in my hair. I hooked my fingers into the waistband and tugged, freeing his erection. It sprang up, smacking against his stomach before standing at attention, thick and veiny and mouthwatering.

"God damn, look at that thing," Deacon muttered, envy glittering in his eyes.

I wrapped one hand around the base, my fingers not quite touching. I licked a slow stripe up the underside before swirling my tongue around the swollen head, groaning and making a show of how much I loved the taste. Stu's grip tightened in my hair as I took him into my mouth, working my way down inch by inch.

I relaxed my throat, taking Stu deeper and deeper until my nose was nestled in the wiry hair at the base of his cock. He let out a strangled groan, his hips bucking slightly. I pulled off slowly, my lips sealed tight around his thick shaft, before sinking back down again.

I bobbed my head up and down, fucking my own face on Stu's dick. My own neglected cock throbbed almost painfully in my jeans. I needed friction, needed to be touched, but I forced myself to focus only on Stu's pleasure. I wanted to make this so good for him, he'd never even think about fucking Deacon or Tammy again.

I pulled off with a lewd pop, a string of saliva connecting my spit-slick lips to the tip of Stu's cock. I pumped him with my fist, lapping at the head, tonguing at the slit to coax more of his salty-sweet pre-cum onto my tongue.

"Holy shit," Deacon groaned. I glanced over to see he had his own cock out now, stroking it as he watched us. "That boy really knows how to suck cock."

"He sure fucking does," Stu growled.

Stu's cock twitched in my hand as I licked and sucked at the sensitive head. I could feel how close he was already, but I didn't want him to blow his load just yet. I wanted that thick cock splitting me open, claiming me from the inside while our audience watched.

I released him from my mouth with one final slurp and stood up, unbuttoning my jeans. I shimmied them down my hips along with my briefs, letting my own straining erection spring free. Tammy let out an appreciative little moan at the sight.

I smirked over at her, giving myself a few teasing strokes. "Like what you see?"

Tammy nodded eagerly, licking her lips. "It's too bad I can't get a taste."

I laughed wickedly and stepped out of my jeans, now fully naked. "Sorry darlin', this is all for Stu tonight. But you're welcome to look all you want while he pounds my ass."

I turned back to Stu, who was staring at me with pure animalistic hunger, his huge cock rock hard and leaking. I straddled his lap again, grinding my bare ass against him. Stu hissed out a breath between clenched teeth, his hands gripping my hips bruisingly tight .

"Fuck, you're so sexy," he rumbled, his voice low and gravelly with lust. "Gonna fuck this tight little ass so good."

"Yes, wreck me Stu," I purred, writhing against him. "I want to be sore for days."

Stu crashed his mouth against mine in a brutal kiss. I moaned into it shamelessly, tangling my fingers in his short hair. We made out sloppily, filthily, not caring about our audience.

Deacon let out a low whistle. "Damn, y'all are puttin' on quite the show." He tossed a small bottle of lube that landed on the couch beside us. "Might be needin' that."

I broke the kiss and grabbed the lube, flashing Deacon a wicked grin. "Thanks." I flicked open the cap and poured a generous amount onto my fingers, warming it up before reaching behind myself. Stu's dark eyes followed my every move.

I circled my hole with a slick finger, teasing myself, putting on a show. Slowly, I pushed one digit inside, my back arching at the slight burn and stretch. "Fuck," I breathed out, rocking down onto my own finger.

"Goddamn," Deacon groaned, stroking himself harder as he watched me finger my ass. "Lookit him go, openin' himself up for you, Stu. He fuckin' loves it."

I worked myself open, quickly adding a second finger alongside the first. I scissored them apart, stretching my hole to prepare for Stu's cock. My own dick bobbed and leaked, smearing pre-cum across Stu's stomach as I rocked my hips, fucking myself on my fingers and brushing my prostate.

"Fuuuck," I moaned wantonly, making sure to put on a good show.

I glanced over at Deacon and Tammy. She had a hand shoved down the front of her jean shorts, rubbing herself through her panties as she watched us with lust- glazed eyes. Deacon was fully jacking his cock now, really into it.

"Shit Stu, your boy's hungry for it," Deacon groaned. "Lookit him, so eager for your big fat dick."

Stu's eyes were riveted to Deacon, watching him stroke his hard, dripping cock. For a moment I was afraid he might be imagining fucking his old friend instead of me. A flare of jealousy surged through me.

I grabbed Stu's chin and roughly turned his face back to me, crashing my lips against his in a filthy, claiming kiss. I nipped at his bottom lip hard enough to sting.

"Eyes on me," I growled against his mouth. "Don't forget who you're fucking tonight."

Stu let out a low, rumbling growl. "I haven't forgotten, pumpkin."

I added a third finger, moaning shamelessly into Stu's mouth as I stretched myself wider, eager and ready for his huge cock. I needed him inside me now, needed to feel that delicious burn and ache of being split open on his thick shaft.

I pulled my fingers out and grabbed the lube, drizzling it directly onto Stu's straining erection. I tossed the bottle aside and gripped him, slicking up his entire length with quick, efficient strokes. Stu groaned, his head falling back against the couch, hips twitching up into my touch.

"Fuck yes, look how bad he wants it," Deacon rasped, his hand pumping faster on his own leaking cock as he watched me work Stu over.

I positioned myself over Stu's slick cock head, teasing my stretched hole with the blunt tip. We both shuddered and gasped at the contact. Slowly, I began to sink down, taking him into my body inch by inch. The flared head popped past the initial resistance and I let out a low, drawn-out moan.

"Holy fuuuck," I whined, my voice high and thready with pleasure-pain as I lowered myself onto Stu's length.

"Christ, you're still so goddamn tight," Stu gritted out, his fingers digging into the meat of my ass cheeks.

I sank down further, impaling myself on Stu's thick cock until I was fully seated in his lap. I paused for a moment, panting, adjusting to the intense stretch and fullness. Stu's hands roamed my body possessively, his callused fingers tweaking my nipples, making me gasp and arch into the sensation.

"Holy shit, every inch of that monster is in your ass," Deacon breathed in awe, his fist flying over his own rigid cock as he watched us with rapt, lust-blown eyes.

"Ride me," Stu commanded, ignoring Deacon. "Show Deacon how good you take care of my big cock."

I lifted myself up until just the tip remained inside, then slammed back down with a broken cry. I set a brutal pace, bouncing on Stu's huge shaft, the obscene slap of skin on skin echoing through the trailer. Stu growled and pulled me down onto him harder.

I cried out, my prostate taking a relentless pounding that had my neglected cock spurting pre-cum onto Stu's stomach. I could hear Deacon and Tammy's labored breathing, the slick sound of them working themselves as they watched us with ravenous lust.

"So fuckin' hot," Tammy panted.

I rode Stu hard and fast, clenching around his thick shaft with every downstroke. Broken moans and guttural cries of ecstasy poured from my lips, filling the trailer with the sounds of our frenzied fucking.

I tossed my head back, rolling my body like a wave as I impaled myself on Stu over and over. My own cock slapped against my stomach with every bounce, smearing it with slick pre-cum. I could feel Deacon and Tammy's hungry eyes on me, devouring every filthy detail.

"Look at him go," Deacon groaned, his voice ragged and breathless as he worked his fist over his own throbbing shaft. "Takin' every inch like he was made for it. God, I wish I was on that big cock."

I locked eyes with Deacon again as I slowly lifted myself until just the tip of Stu's cock remained inside my stretched hole. I hovered there, teasing him with the sight of Stu's huge shaft glistening with lube, looking painfully hard and thick.

"Bet you wish this monster was splitting you open instead, don't you, Deacon?" I purred wickedly. "Too bad you'll never know how good it feels to be so completely full of Stu's cock you can barely breathe."

I slammed back down onto Stu's massive cock, taking him to the hilt in one smooth stroke. We both cried out from the intensity.

"Fuuuck, yes! No one rides me like you do, baby," Stu groaned, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

I preened at the praise, clenching around him as I rode. I smirked at Deacon's wrecked expression as he watched me bounce on the cock he so desperately wanted for himself.

"Look at you, so pathetically jealous," I taunted breathlessly, never slowing my relentless pace. "Jerking your dick while I get absolutely wrecked on Stu's massive cock. Bet you'd give anything to trade places with me right now, wouldn't you?"

Deacon let out a strangled groan, sliding his hand up to stroke the bright red head of his cock. "Fuck yes. Wanna feel that big dick splitting me open so bad."

I threw my head back and moaned, putting on a show. "Too bad. Stu's cock belongs to me now. He's never gonna want your sloppy holes again after feeling how tight I grip him."

Deacon let out a tortured groan, his hand flying over his throbbing shaft as he watched me bounce wildly on Stu's dick. His face was contorted into a mask of pained arousal, flushed and gleaming with sweat. "God, what I wouldn't give," he panted. "Please Stu, I'm beggin' you... I fucking need that dick."

I rode Stu harder, grinding my hips in tight circles, relishing the way his cock stretched and filled me so completely. Broken moans poured from my lips as I angled myself so his thick shaft rubbed against my prostate with every bounce. Stu's eyes were riveted to where my body joined with his, watching himself disappear into my hole over and over.

"Fuck, gonna make me cum if you keep that up," Stu growled, his fingers digging into the globes of my ass.

"Fill me up Stu," I panted, my thighs burning as I increased my pace. "They can watch it leak out. I want to show them how you own me."

Deacon let out a desperate whine. "Please, fuck! I'm so close..."

I locked eyes with Deacon, holding his burning gaze as I slammed myself down on Stu's massive shaft with renewed vigor. I clenched my ass around him rhythmically, putting on a filthy show.

"Look at you, about to bust your nut just from watching," I taunted breathlessly. "So fucking desperate for Stu's cock, you can't control yourself. Pathetic."

Deacon's face contorted into a mask of agonized bliss. His back arched, every muscle taut as his orgasm hit. He cried out as thick ropes of cum erupted from his jerking cock, splattering his fist and stomach. His face was a mask of ecstasy and despair as he came hard while watching me ride the cock he craved so badly.

"That' s it, bust that nut like a pathetic bitch," I goaded him breathlessly, still bouncing on Stu's huge shaft. "Cum your brains out knowing you'll never feel this dick wrecking you like it does me."

Deacon twitched and shuddered through the aftershocks, his spent cock still dribbling weakly. Tammy was panting hard, still going at it as she watched her husband's humiliation with lust-glazed eyes.

The sight of Deacon's release combined with my relentless riding pushed Stu over the edge. He let out an animalistic growl, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise as his huge cock pulsed and twitched inside me. I gasped as I felt the first hot spurts of his cum painting my insides.

"Fuck!" I groaned, riding him through it. "Come on, give me all of it."

The feeling of Stu's huge cock pulsing and twitching as it emptied inside me, combined with the sheer filthy depravity of it all, pushed me right to the edge. My own neglected erection throbbed almost painfully between our sweat-slicked bodies, leaking a constant stream of pre-cum onto Stu's abs.

I kept riding him, bouncing on his softening cock, the obscene squelch of his cum being fucked in and out of my hole filling the room. Stu groaned at the overstimulation, but I couldn't stop. I was so fucking close, I just needed a little more...

"Fuck, you're still so hard," Tammy panted from across the room, sounding both impressed and incredibly turned on.

"I'm so close," I cried, desperate to finish.

Stu's hand wrapped around my throbbing shaft, his rough palm slick with my own pre-cum. He stroked me in time with my desperate bounces on his spent cock, twisting his wrist on the upstroke just how he knew drove me wild.

"C'mon pumpkin, give ' em a real show," Stu growled, his voice ragged. "Fuckin' paint me with it."

My back arched as my orgasm slammed into me, my cock jerking in Stu's fist as I came with a hoarse shout. Cum striped Stu's chest and abs, some splattering as high as his neck and chin.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" I babbled mindlessly, writhing on Stu's softening cock as I rode out the aftershocks. My whole body shook and trembled, every nerve alight with blinding pleasure.

From across the room, Tammy let out a high, breathy keen. I looked over just in time to see her shuddering through her own release, her hips bucking frantically against her hand shoved down the front of her shorts.

For a long moment, the only sound was our ragged panting as we all came down. The room reeked of weed and sex. I collapsed against Stu's cum-streaked chest, my face pressing into the crook of his neck.

"Fuck, Jamie," Stu panted. "No one rides me like you do."

I preened at the praise, smirking over at a wrecked-looking Deacon. "You hear that? I'm the only one who can satisfy him now."

Deacon just groaned pitifully, his spent cock giving a weak twitch against his cum-splattered stomach.

I slowly lifted myself off of Stu's softening shaft, reveling in the sensation of his cum starting to leak out of my stretched hole. I hovered above his lap, reaching back to hold myself open, putting on a depraved show.

"Look at all the cum you pumped into me," I purred. "So much it's dripping out. You marked me so good, Stu."

"Goddamn," Deacon choked out, staring transfixed.

Tammy whimpered, biting her lip as she watched the debauched display. "That's so fuckin' filthy," she breathed.

I slowly stood up on shaky legs, Stu's cum trickling down my thighs. I smirked at our enraptured audience, not an ounce of shame in my body. I loved the power I held over them in that moment.

"Enjoyed the show, did you?" I purred, trailing a finger through the mess on my skin and bringing it to my lips. I sucked it clean, holding Deacon's gaze as I did. He looked absolutely wrecked, torn between arousal and bitter envy.

"Fuck," he gritted out, his spent cock twitching weakly against his stomach.

Tammy was still panting, her face flushed and eyes glassy. She squeezed her thighs together, no doubt feeling empty and unsatisfied after watching me get so thoroughly used. I knew that ache well. It was delicious to inflict it on someone else for once.

Stu tucked himself back into his jeans and stood, wrapping a possessive arm around my waist. He nuzzled into my neck, biting down just shy of too hard. I shuddered, tilting my head to give him better access.

"Get your pants back on, Jamie," he growled. "We're going out to the cab. Give these two lovebirds some time to put themselves back together so they can see us off properly in the morning."

I smirked at Stu's words, loving the implication that Deacon and Tammy would need recovery time after the show we just gave them. I located my discarded jeans and briefs, stepping into them commando, not bothering to clean up the mess leaking out of me. The denim felt rough and filthy against my sensitive, well-used hole.

Stu kept a possessive hand on me as I dressed, unwilling to relinquish contact. I preened under his touch, flashing Deacon a wicked, satisfied grin as I zipped up my fly. He glowered back, looking thoroughly debauched, and put out that he wouldn't be joining us.

"Gonna go give Jamie a more private encore in my rig," Stu announced gruffly, ushering me toward the trailer door. "Holler if y'all need anything before mornin'."

"Oh, I think we'll manage just fine, sugar," Tammy drawled. She slid a hand up Deacon's thigh, giving his spent cock a teasing squeeze. "Deke's a resilient one. Ain'tcha baby?"

Deacon just grunted, still looking dazed and slightly queasy at the filthy display he'd just witnessed. I blew him a mocking kiss over my shoulder as Stu propelled me out into the muggy night air.