Chapter 17

Stacey's hands trembled on the steering wheel as she pulled off the deserted road, her pussy throbbing with an ache that demanded immediate relief. The open field stretched out endlessly under the late afternoon sun, tall grass swaying like a private invitation. She killed the engine, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, and glanced around no one in sight, just the vast emptiness perfect for her filthy urges.

She shoved the door open and climbed out, her skirt hiked up around her thighs, panties already soaked through. 

The gear shift knob gleamed in the dashboard light she'd flicked on, thick and ridged, calling to her like a lover's cock. 

Stacey licked her lips, heart pounding, and straddled the center console, positioning herself over the stick shift. Her fingers yanked her panties aside, exposing her dripping slit to the cool air.

With a low moan, she lowered herself onto the gear knob, the smooth, bulbous head pressing against her entrance. She rocked her hips, teasing it in, feeling the hard plastic stretch her folds wide. 'Fuck yes,' she whispered, sinking down harder, the shaft sliding deep into her clenching pussy. It filled her completely, the ridges scraping her inner walls with every grind.

She bounced on it, thighs flexing, her ass slapping against the leather seat. Juices slicked the gear stick, making obscene wet sounds as she rode it like a desperate slut. One hand gripped the dashboard for leverage, the other pinched her nipple through her blouse, twisting until she gasped. Her clit rubbed against the base with each thrust, building that electric pressure in her core.

Sweat beaded on her skin as she fucked herself faster, the car rocking slightly under her weight. 'Take it all, you dirty bitch,' she growled to herself, imagining the gear as a throbbing dick pounding her senseless. Her pussy spasmed, walls tightening around the invading shaft, and she slammed down one last time, crying out as orgasm ripped through her. Cum gushed out, coating the gear in her sticky release, her body shuddering in waves of raw pleasure.

Panting, she stayed impaled for a moment, savoring the fullness, before slowly lifting off, a trail of her arousal dripping down the stick. Stacey smirked, wiping her thighs, already craving more.

Stacey's body still buzzed from the first climax, her pussy lips swollen and glistening with her own cum as she stared at the gear stick, now slick and shiny from her juices. The sight made her clit throb anew, hunger gnawing at her insides like an insatiable beast. She couldn't stop, wouldn't stop. Not when the field remained empty, the sun dipping lower, casting long shadows that hid her depravity.

She shifted on the seat, knees digging into the console, and gripped the base of the gear shift with one hand to steady it. Her other hand spread her ass cheeks, angling her dripping hole back down onto the knob. 'More,' she hissed through gritted teeth, impaling herself in one swift drop. The plastic shaft speared into her depths, stretching her tight walls again, forcing a guttural moan from her throat.

This time, she rolled her hips in slow circles, grinding her clit against the rough edge where the stick met the console. Her pussy clenched rhythmically, milking the intruder as if it were a real cock pulsing inside her. Juices leaked out with every twist, soaking the leather beneath her and trickling down to the floor mat. She leaned forward, pressing her tits against the steering wheel, nipples hard peaks scraping the fabric of her bra.

Faster now, she lifted and slammed down, the car creaking under the force. Her ass bounced, thighs quivering from the effort, while her fingers dug into the seat. 'Fuck me harder,' she panted, imagining the gear thrusting up to meet her, pounding her cervix with brutal precision. 

Sweat dripped from her brow, mixing with the mess between her legs. The second orgasm built quicker, a tight coil in her belly unraveling as she rubbed her clit furiously with her thumb.

She came with a sharp cry, pussy convulsing around the shaft, squirting a hot stream that splattered the dashboard. Her vision blurred, body arching as waves crashed over her, but she didn't pull off. Instead, she kept rocking through the aftershocks, chasing the next peak before the first fully faded.

Panting heavily, Stacey reached down and twisted the gear into neutral, the motion jiggling the stick inside her and sending fresh sparks through her core.

 She rode it like that, back and forth, the slight give making it feel alive, bucking against her. Her free hand yanked open her blouse, exposing her breasts to the open air, and she mauled one roughly, pinching the nipple until it ached in delicious pain.

The third time hit her like a freight train. She bounced wildly, the wet slaps echoing in the confined space, her pussy so sensitive now that every ridge dragged fire along her nerves.

 'Yes, fill me up,' she begged the empty car, slamming down until her clit ground raw against the base. Orgasm tore through her, legs shaking uncontrollably, cum flooding out in thick spurts that pooled around the gear.

Exhausted but relentless, she slowed to a grind, savoring the fullness, her inner muscles fluttering weakly. Yet the itch returned almost immediately, her body a traitor to reason. 

She lifted off briefly, only to reposition, this time facing backward over the console, her back against the passenger seat. The gear knob prodded her ass now, and she lubed it with her dripping pussy juices before pressing it against her tight rear entrance.

With a deep breath, she pushed down, the bulbous head popping past her ring, stretching her asshole wide. Pain mingled with pleasure as the shaft sank in, inch by inch, until she was fully seated, double-penetrating herself in her mind's filthy fantasy. She fingered her pussy hard, three digits plunging in and out, while she rocked on the anal invader.

The fourth climax built from the dual assault, her body a live wire. She fucked her ass on the gear, fingers curling inside her cunt to hit that spongy spot, thumb circling her clit. 'I'm such a whore,' she gasped, the words fueling her frenzy. Her holes clenched in unison, and she shattered again, asshole spasming around the plastic, pussy gushing over her hand.

By the fifth round, Stacey's movements were sloppy, her skin flushed and sticky, the car reeking of sex. She straddled forward once more, riding the gear with abandon, one hand braced on the window, the other fisting her hair. Each drop drove it deeper, her moans turning to whimpers as overstimulation bordered on torment. But she craved it, needed the endless cycle of build and release.

Orgasm five ripped a scream from her lungs, body convulsing so hard the gear stick nearly bent. Cum poured out, drenching everything in sight, her thighs slick and trembling. She collapsed forward, still impaled, chest heaving, but even as darkness edged her vision, she knew she'd go again, her hunger knew no end in this sunlit field of sin.