Chapter 7: The Lay-By Reckoning
The car door slammed shut, the hollow thunk echoing in the sudden quiet of the lay-by. Inside, the air was thick, humid, smelling of sweat, vinyl seats, and the sharp tang of sex. Dave’s retreating footsteps crunched on the gravel outside, fading quickly towards the dark scrub.
Poppy gagged, a wet, choked sound. Tears welled in her blue eyes, leaking down her flushed cheeks as Will’s thick cock stretched her mouth obscenely, the swollen head nudging the back of her throat. Her body convulsed slightly with the reflex, her hands braced on his thighs, knuckles white.
“That’s it,” Will breathed, his voice rough, strained. His fingers were still knotted tightly in her blonde hair, holding her head still. He didn’t thrust; he just held her there, letting her throat flutter and spasm around him. He watched her struggle, a dark intensity in his gaze. “Take it. Take every fucking inch, Poppy.”
Abi, perched on the edge of the backseat, one leg tucked under her, hadn’t stopped. Her own fingers were a blur between her legs, rubbing hard and fast at her swollen clit. Her ginger hair was wild, sticking to her damp forehead. She watched Poppy struggle with Will’s cock, her own breath coming in sharp little pants. “Fuck, yeah,” she murmured, her voice low and husky. “Look at her take it. Like a good little slut. Can you feel her throat squeezing your cock, baby?”
Will groaned, a deep rumble in his chest. Poppy’s gagging intensified, her body jerking. Saliva slicked his shaft, dripping onto his stomach. “Feels… fucking… amazing,” he managed.
“Deeper,” Abi commanded Poppy, her tone sharpening. She shifted her weight, moving closer on the seat. Her free hand snaked out, not to touch Will, but to grip Poppy’s arm. Her nails dug into the soft skin. “I said deeper, Poppy. Fucking choke on it. Show him how much you want it.” She punctuated her words with a particularly hard rub on her own clit, arching her back. “God, yes…”
Poppy whined, a high-pitched sound muffled by the cock filling her mouth. Tears streamed freely now. But she tried. She forced her head down another fraction of an inch, suppressing her gag reflex with visible effort, her throat working desperately around the intrusion. The sight of it – the tears, the struggle, the obscene stretch of her lips – sent a fresh jolt of heat through Abi. She moaned openly, her fingers slick and noisy.
Will hissed through his teeth as Poppy managed to take him just that little bit further. “Fuck! Yeah… just like that… goddamn…”
Abi leaned right in, her face inches from Poppy’s. She could smell the salt of her tears, the musk of Will’s cock. Her own arousal was a palpable wave. “Are you getting wet, Poppy?” Abi breathed, her eyes blazing. “Is your cunt dripping while you suck my boyfriend’s dick? I bet it is. I bet you’re a soaking mess under those leggings” She didn’t wait for an answer Poppy couldn’t give. Abi’s hand, wet from her own pussy, suddenly abandoned her clit and snaked under Poppy’s waistband, down towards her cunt.
Poppy gasped around Will’s cock, her eyes flying wide. Abi’s fingers found the damp cotton of her knickers instantly, soaked through. Abi laughed, a low, throaty sound. “Told you,” she purred, her fingers roughly pushing the fabric aside, finding Poppy’s swollen folds and thick, dark curls. She plunged two fingers deep inside her without preamble. Poppy screamed, the sound muffled and choked by Will’s shaft buried in her throat. Her body bucked violently against Abi’s invading hand.
“Oh fuck, she’s tight,” Abi groaned, pumping her fingers hard and fast into Poppy’s drenched cunt. She curled them, finding that spongy spot inside. “Fucking hell, Will, she’s clenching like a vice. Loving every second of this, aren’t you, you dirty bitch?” She punctuated the question with a hard press of her thumb against Poppy’s clit.
The dual assault was overwhelming. Poppy’s body thrashed, pinned between Will’s cock in her throat and Abi’s fingers pounding into her pussy and grinding her clit. Her muffled cries became desperate, pleading whimpers. Her hips jerked uncontrollably against Abi’s hand.
The sight of Poppy being fingered hard while servicing him, the feel of her throat convulsing wildly around him, the raw sounds of Abi’s pleasure and Poppy’s choked distress – it was too much for Will. His balls tightened, the pressure coiling unbearably at the base of his spine. He tried to hold out, to watch Abi work Poppy into a frenzy, but the sensations were overwhelming.
“Abi… fuck… I’m gonna…” he gasped, his hips lifting slightly off the seat involuntarily.
Abi looked up, her eyes locking onto his. Her fingers never stopped their relentless rhythm inside Poppy. “Do it,” she commanded, her voice low and fierce. “Fill her fucking mouth, Will. Let her taste it. Cum down her throat.”
Her words were the trigger. Will’s groan ripped from him, raw and guttural. He thrust up shallowly, once, twice, burying himself as deep as Poppy’s gag reflex would allow. His cock pulsed violently, thick ropes of hot cum jetting directly into her throat. Poppy gagged again, convulsing, trying to swallow, some leaking from the corners of her stretched lips onto her chin and neck. Abi watched, fascinated, her fingers still pumping into Poppy’s cunt, grinding her clit, driving the blonde towards her own peak amidst the chaos.
Will collapsed back against the seat, spent, his chest heaving. He loosened his grip on Poppy’s hair. She immediately pulled back, coughing and spluttering, thick strings of spit and cum connecting her lips to his softening cock. She gasped for air, her chest heaving, her face a mess of tears and saliva and semen.
But Abi wasn’t done. Poppy’s desperate clenching around her fingers, amplified by the sudden shock of Will’s release, had pushed the blonde right to the edge. Abi leaned close again, her breath hot on Poppy’s ear. “You want it, don’t you?” she whispered, her voice rough with her own need. “After taking his load like a good little cocksucker? You want to cum on my fingers?” She scissored her fingers hard inside her, feeling Poppy’s inner walls clamp down like a fist.
Poppy could only whimper, a high, broken sound. Her eyes were glazed, unfocused. Her hips were still rocking minutely against Abi’s hand, desperate for the release hovering just out of reach.
“Cum, Poppy,” Abi hissed, her thumb pressing hard circles on the blonde’s throbbing clit. “Cum for us. Cum all over my fucking fingers. Show us how much you loved sucking his cock.”
The command, the relentless pressure, pushed Poppy over. Her back arched violently off the seat, her mouth opened in a silent scream as her orgasm crashed through her. Her cunt clenched rhythmically, spasming around Abi’s buried fingers in tight, pulsing waves. She shuddered uncontrollably, her legs trembling, a thin mewling sound escaping her lips.
Abi rode out Poppy’s climax with her, her own arousal cresting again watching the blonde surrender completely. She slowed her fingers, easing Poppy down from the peak, finally withdrawing them, slick and glistening. Poppy collapsed sideways onto the seat, gasping, boneless, her eyes closed, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
Silence descended, thick and heavy, broken only by the ragged breathing of the three of them and the faint hum of distant traffic. Abi looked at Will, a satisfied, slightly wild glint in her eyes. She brought her wet fingers to her lips, licking them clean slowly, deliberately, her gaze never leaving his. The taste of Poppy’s arousal mingled with the sharp scent of sex that filled the car.
Outside, a crunch on the gravel. The driver's door handle rattled. Dave.
The engine’s low thrum was the only sound besides their ragged breathing. Poppy lay spent on the cracked vinyl, one pale breast exposed where her top had ridden up, the nipple still hard. Abi’s fingers, glistening with Poppy’s wetness, rested possessively on the blonde’s inner thigh. Will adjusted himself, his own cock still half-hard beneath his jeans, the damp head pressing uncomfortably against the denim.
The driver's door handle rattled sharply, metal scraping metal. Cold night air sliced through the humid, sex-laden atmosphere as the door swung open. Dave stood silhouetted against the weak orange glow of a distant motorway light, his eyes wide. He gripped the door frame, knuckles bone-white. The smell of stale piss and exhaust fumes from outside clashed violently with the intimate musk inside.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Dave breathed, his voice choked. He stared, frozen, taking in the tableau: Poppy’s disheveled state, the sheen on her tear-streaked face, the slick mess between her legs barely covered, Abi’s hand splayed low on her thigh, Will leaning back with a look of sated exhaustion. His gaze locked onto Poppy’s exposed breast, the curve stark against the dim interior light. "What... what the fuck is this?"
Abi didn’t flinch. Her eyes met Dave’s, a challenge flickering in their depths. A slow, defiant smile touched her lips. "Bit of entertainment," she drawled, her voice rough. Her fingers, still resting on Poppy’s thigh, twitched deliberately. "We got bored waiting." She shifted slightly, deliberately allowing the blanket to slip further, revealing more of Poppy’s trembling stomach and the dark triangle of her pubic hair beneath the rucked-up leggings. Dave’s eyes tracked the movement, his jaw tightening.
Poppy whimpered, a feeble sound, trying to pull her top down. Abi’s free hand stopped her, pinning her wrist lightly against the seat. "Don't be shy now, Poppy," Abi murmured, though her eyes stayed locked on Dave. "Dave’s a big boy. He can handle it. Besides," she added, her tone dropping to a husky whisper that filled the suddenly silent car, "he looks like he wants to see." Her gaze flickered downwards, pointedly, towards the prominent bulge straining against Dave’s jeans.
Will watched Dave, a low chuckle escaping him. He shifted, making the leather creak, his hand drifting casually towards the still-visible wet patch on his own groin. "Caught us red-handed, mate," he grinned, unapologetic. "Or should I say… wet-handed?" He winked at Abi. The raw scent of sex, Poppy’s arousal mixed with the faint tang of his own semen, seemed to thicken under Dave’s stunned scrutiny.
Dave didn’t move. He was rooted to the spot outside the car, the cold air forgotten. His breathing hitched audibly. His eyes darted from Poppy’s exposed flesh to the possessive curve of Abi’s hand, then down to the undeniable evidence of Will’s recent climax darkening the denim. The hum of the motorway was a distant drone, irrelevant against the electric tension crackling within the car’s confines. His knuckles were white on the door frame.
Abi’s defiance sharpened. Slowly, deliberately, she slid her fingers that had been resting on Poppy’s thigh upwards, tracing the damp seam of her leggings through the fabric near the apex of her legs. Poppy gasped, her body jerking slightly at the renewed, intimate contact. Abi’s fingertip found the swollen outline of Poppy’s clit through the thin material and pressed down. Hard.
"See something you like, Davey?" Abi purred, her finger moving in a slow, obscene circle over Poppy’s covered mound. Poppy arched her back with a soft cry, her legs falling slightly apart despite her visible shame. The damp patch on her leggings darkened further. "She’s still so fucking wet. All that gagging on Will’s cock got her dripping." She leaned closer to Poppy, but her words were meant for Dave. "Should he watch, Poppy? Should we let Dave watch while I make you cum again?" Her finger pressed harder, grinding down.
Dave made a strangled sound, his eyes dark and fixed on the spot where Abi’s finger worked Poppy through her clothes. He didn't step back. He didn't look away. His cock throbbed painfully against the constricting denim, a traitorous pulse echoing the rhythm Abi was establishing. The cold air felt like fire on his flushed skin. The silence stretched, taut and heavy. Abi’s finger kept circling, relentless. Poppy’s breath came in shallow gasps. Will watched Dave, a predatory amusement in his eyes. The car door remained wide open. Poppy blushed in shame and arousal, Wills semi hard cock twitched, as he watched Dave ogle at Poppy and Abi. Abi's fingers were still teasing Poppy, rubbing her clit through her leggings, her other hand was still holding Poppy's wrist, pinning her to the seat. Poppy's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her nipples hard and visible through her thin top.
"Fuck, you're so fucking wet," Abi whispered, her voice low and husky. She looked up at Dave, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "She's a fucking mess, isn't she? All wet and ready for more."
Dave swallowed hard, his eyes flicking between Abi's fingers working Poppy's clit and her face, flushed with desire.
"You're... you're not going to...?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Abi's smile widened, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "Oh, we are," she said, her voice firm. "Aren't we, Poppy?" She leaned in closer to the blonde, her lips brushing against Poppy's ear. "You want him to watch, don't you? You want him to see how you cum for us."
Poppy whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely audible.
Dave's grip on the door frame tightened, his knuckles turning white. Will slowly stroked his tummy cock, watching the scene unfold. "Poppy, take off your leggings, you slut". Abi whispered. Poppy did as she commanded, Wills cum drying on her face. Abi leaned back, taking Wills cock in her hands, teasing his massive cock. Dave undid his jeans, gingerly exposing his small dick, rigid to attention. Abi’s eyes flicked to it, a smirk playing on her lips. “Not bad, Davey,” she said, her voice laced with amusement. “But you’re gonna have to do better than that if you want to join the party.” She leaned in, her breath hot on Poppy’s ear. “You want to feel him inside you, don’t you, Poppy? You want him to fuck you while I make you cum again?” Poppy nodded, her eyes wide and glassy with lust and fear. Davey hesitantly stepped closer to Poppy who was laying on her back, her hairy cunt glistening. Abi positioned herself above Poppy so they were in the 69 position. Will kneeled up, aligning his huge semi hard cock against Abis shaven cunt. Dave, guides his small cock to Poppy's hairy pussy, but Abi took hold of him and guides him to Poppy's virgin arsehole. "No, not there," Poppy whimpered, but Abi just smiled and pushed his cock into her ass. Poppy screamed, her body tensing up as Dave's cock entered her tight hole. Abi licked and sucked on Poppy's clit, making her writhe and moan. Will, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but stroke his cock, his eyes glued to the sight of Abi's tongue working Poppy's clit. Abi, feeling Poppy relax, began to move Dave's cock in and out of her ass, making her moan and whimper. Will, unable to hold back any longer, grabbed Abi's hips and thrust his cock into her tight pussy.
She gasped, her back arching as he filled her completely. He started to move, his hips slamming into hers, his cock sliding in and out of her wet heat. Poppy, feeling the vibrations from Abi's movements, whimpered as Dave's cock moved in and out of her ass. The sensation was foreign and intense, but she found herself getting used to it, her body relaxing as she began to enjoy the feeling of being filled in such an intimate way. Abis fingers slid into Poppy's hairy cunt, making her feel so full, a cock in her arse, fingers in her pussy, Abis mouth moaning around Poppy's clit. Dave, thrusting frantically in her arse. Will a steady rhythm in Abis cunt, his full 9 inches burying deep into Abi, making her feel every inch. Will looks up at Davey, smirking. "Wow, surprised she can feel up with such a small cock Dave". Will laughed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're gonna have to work harder than that if you want to make her cum, mate." He thrust into Abi, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock stretching her tight pussy. Abi moaned around Poppy's clit, her fingers pumping in and out of the blonde's cunt, matching Will's rhythm.
Dave's face flushed red with embarrassment and exertion. He gritted his teeth, his hips moving faster, trying to bury his cock deeper into Poppy's ass. "Fuck you, Will," he spat, his voice strained. "I can make her cum.
I can make her fucking scream," Dave panted, his hips slapping against Poppy's ass, his small cock pistoning in and out of her tight hole. Abi looked up from Poppy's clit, her eyes meeting Dave's. She smirked, her tongue flicking out to lick Poppy's juices from her lips.
"Prove it," Abi challenged, her voice low and husky. "Make her cum before Will does. If you can do that, maybe we'll let you join in properly." She turned her attention back to Poppy, her fingers curling inside the blonde's cunt, finding that spongy spot and pressing hard. Poppy moaned and moaned, reaching up and starts to rub Abis smooth clit, whilst Will, fucks Abis swollen hole, so deep. Abi takes away her hands from Poppy's hairy pussy, and slaps it hard. Poppy screams in shock and pain. Dave looks disgusted but starts to thrust harder and faster, his own climax building. "That's it Abi, abuse that sluts cunt, slap it hard, make her love it and hate" Will spat. Abi slapped Poppy's cunt again, harder this time, leaving a red handprint on her swollen lips. Poppy screamed, her body convulsing, her hips bucking against Abi's face. Abi licked her fingers, tasting Poppy's arousal mixed with her own saliva, then slapped her cunt again, harder still. Poppy's screams filled the car, her body writhing in a mix of pleasure and pain. Dave, watching the scene unfold, started to fuck Poppy's ass harder, his small cock slamming into her tight hole. Abi looked up at him, her eyes wild, her face glistening with Poppy's juices.