A Steamy, Bumpy Ride Home

"Her stockings are so thin. Why don't you just cut them open with a pair of scissors?"

Steve slapped his forehead, pulled a giant pair of shears from his bag, and aimed them right between my legs.

"Don't move, Kendall. Wouldn't want to cut you."

I was terrified. My legs stayed frozen stiff. One wrong move and the blades would hit flesh.

"Gently… gently," I whispered.

"Relax. My technique's perfect."

A moment later, I felt a cool draft between my thighs. The stockings had been sliced open.

Steve leaned in hard, trying to get a look.

The men crowded around like they'd discovered a new continent, shouting excitedly.

"There it is, there it is! She's got hair!"

Steve's eyes went wide with even more excitement.

"And it's wet down there. She's leaking. Looks like Kendall really does need a man."

I was dying of shame. Sure, I'd always had a strong appetite, but I'd never had so many men admiring me down there.

Especially not rough, burly men like these. They were nothing like the handsome boyfriend I had at school. He always tapped out in three minutes. Could never satisfy my growing hunger.

But these men were different. They'd spent their lives doing labor work. Every one of them was strong and solid.

Suddenly, Steve stood up, unbuckled his belt, and started unbuttoning his pants.

I nearly lost my mind. "Steve… what… what are you doing?"

He yanked his pants down to his knees and aimed something like a donkey's cock straight at me.

Whoa. So huge!

That thing could ruin me.

"Girl, you don't understand. I'm here to ease your ache. Your body's itching for something fierce, isn't it?"

He was right. The moment he said it, I felt ants crawling under my skin, burrowing deep into my bones. My blood started heating up, racing wild through my veins.

I nodded shyly. "It is a little itchy."

"See? That's what I'm talking about. You've developed. Without a man, your body aches. I'm here to help."

He lunged at me.

That thing drove straight for the hole in my stockings.

Suddenly, I felt a crushing weight pinning me down. Every part of me tensed with shame and nerves.

After all, this was my neighbor Steve. I'd have to see him again. The awkwardness would be unbearable.

I quickly blocked the opening with my hand, shaking my head and crying. "No. No, we can't."

Steve pushed against my hand, his hot shaft pressing into my palm, but unable to get through. He grew annoyed.

"Girl, why won't you listen? I'm just trying to help you."

"Leslie, Mark—pull her hands away."

At his command, two more rough men stepped up and wrenched my arms behind my back.

Now, my hands, my legs—all of me was pinned. I had no strength left to fight. I was like a slab of meat on a chopping block, ready to be carved.

Steve stuck a finger into the opening of my stockings.

"I told you, I'm helping. Tell me yourself—doesn't it itch? Doesn't it ache?"

His thick, strong finger traced up and down my slit.

In that instant, every cell in my body nearly exploded.

How… how could it itch this badly? How could I want it this much? I couldn't take it anymore.

My brow furrowed tight, and a soft moan escaped my throat.

Steve grinned. He raised his shaft and shoved it hard into my hole.