Chapter 1
Jenna and Kyle had driven up to the lookout section of Harvest Hill to have sex.
Kyle had placed an ad on Craigslist, an online invitation stating that if anyone wanted to watch them, they could.
It was the same ad they had run many times in the past: Fun couple seeks audience for sexual encounter.
Every week, they changed the place and time and always seemed to have an audience. Tonight wasn’t any different.
They had been running the “voyeur” ad for several months.
During that time, they had gotten quite a following.
They didn’t know any of their names, but had come up with descriptions for the regulars that came weekly.
It was mostly men that came to watch them, sometimes couples seeking a bit of “live porn” before going home to their mundane sex lives.
Jenna had noticed that the couples who did come to watch, usually didn’t come back.
She figured it was because the women were mostly frumpy, non-adventurous types who had probably been talked into watching by overeager lovers.
And, once their boyfriends or husbands saw Jenna being fucked, it was going to be hard for them to be anywhere near as sexy.
At least, that’s what she liked to think.
The sun was just setting and the warmth from the sunny September day was fading quickly.
The air was chilly, but it was always chilly in Maine at night this time of year.
Jenna looked out the window and recognized several of the cars parked there, waiting for the show to start.
She knew that most of the men would already be in their cars starting to stroke their cocks just thinking about watching her getting fucked.
It had originally been her fantasy that had Kyle putting the “invite” out on Craigslist. She wanted to be watched; fantasized about strangers beating off to her.
The first time they had done it was about six months ago and only a few people had shown up.
Since then, they had become very popular.
She had even noticed a few more affluent men coming by to watch.
Jenna knew of at least one lawyer and the Chief of Police that came quite often, literally.
Kyle had already moved into the back seat of the SUV and taken off his clothes.
“Jenna, you gonna come back here so I can lick that pussy of yours and give these guys a nice show? ‘Cause I sure as hell don’t think they came to watch me jerk off.” His tone was a bit too curt for her liking.
She really was beginning to get sick of this routine.
That’s what it had become, a routine. Sure it was kinky as hell, but a routine was a routine just the same.
Jenna closed her eyes for a moment and got into character. After all, this was an act. She wanted to give these guys a great show, wanted them thinking of her even when they were alone jerking off. Or, better yet, thinking of her when they went home to their wives or girlfriends.
She took her tank top off, the cool breeze brushing over her exposed nipples.
They had opened all the windows of the SUV and the moon roof, letting the cool, crisp, Maine night wash over them.
She heard several doors shut and watched as the men walked over, securing the best spots with the most visual vantage points.
She could feel that she was already wet, knowing she would be watched while Kyle fucked her.
She wiggled out of her skirt and climbed into the back seat where Kyle waited.
He sat in the middle of the seat, naked, stroking his cock. “I can’t wait to taste you, I love how wet this gets you.” She practically had to roll her eyes at the theatrics of it all.
While she tried to relax and get into her sexual mode, she couldn’t help but feel that something was very off.
She felt as if every one of her senses was on high alert.
It’s nothing, she told herself, over and over again.
But, she just couldn’t seem to shake the uncomfortable feeling.
She briefly scanned the parking lot, nothing out of the ordinary.
Jenna straddled his legs and leaned back, her body resting in between the passenger and driver seats. “I’m so wet.” Her fingers moved over her clit and into the folds of her sex. She was slick with desire. She lifted her finger to Kyle’s mouth.
He sucked her finger, tasting her. “You taste so good.”
“I need to lick you, taste how wet you are.” The move to get her on her back was almost a well-practiced routine, just as everything else was.
Jenna’s head was against the door and her legs were spread open so everyone watching could see just how wet she was.
Kyle’s thumb stroked her clit and two fingers found her tight opening, moving in and out.
She gasped in a breath and tilted her hips, allowing his fingers to move deeper.
Kyle’s mouth came down onto her clit and the sensation made her gasp again.
Jenna’s hands rubbed her breasts, squeezing her hard nipples.
“I can smell your pussy. It smells so good. When are you gonna let me fuck you?” It wasn’t unusual for the audience to comment.
Jenna never worried about any of them acting on their comments, no matter how graphic or outlandish they were.
She didn’t worry for two reasons; one, the Glock 9mm that Kyle kept under the front seat of the truck, and, two, she had her cell ready on 911, all she had to do was press send.
“I’d love for you to fuck me. Is your cock big? Let me watch you stroke it.” Her voice was breathy and she knew she was going to cum from Kyle licking her as his fingers continued their relentless motion.
She watched as the guy at the passenger side window moved so she could see him stroking his cock.
It was a pretty pathetic piece of equipment compared to Kyle’s, but she’d humor him.
She could feel her own orgasm building, her fingers dug into the seat as she came hard.
Kyle’s tongue and fingers continued, his motions perfectly synchronized as her hips bucked and grinded against his mouth.
When Kyle finally released her from her pleasured torture, his mouth and chin dripped with her desire.
He ran his hand over his mouth, wiping away most of her wetness, but she could still see his chin glistening with her cum. She sat up and licked it off, completely forgetting about the guy jerking off at the passenger side window.
Jenna straddled Kyle again and leaned back. Kyle took his cock in his hand and ran the head along Jenna’s wet folds.
With the thick head of his cock poised at her opening, all she needed to do was tilt her hips.
She was so slick and wet, his cock just slid into her.
Letting out a moan of pleasure, she started to move her hips, riding his cock.
Grabbing onto the back-seat headrests to get more leverage, she sat up, burying his entire cock into her and grinding her clit against his pelvis.
Routine or not, she loved sex with this man.
Every window had a face looking in. She could hear them stroking their cocks, their slight moans, and “Oh yeah, fuck her” comments.
A hand came in the window and stroked her breast, squeezing it almost painfully. “Fuck her from behind so she can suck my cock.” His voice was deep and sexy. Jenna looked over and saw that it was not only one of the regular onlookers, but Benneit Colebrook.
Benneit, an old acquaintance of Kyle’s, was a well-known lawyer who now only practiced on occasion due to a lucrative art dealing business he’d inherited from his father. He was quite easy on the eyes and extremely rich, in his mid to late thirties. All sorts came out at night to watch.
Kyle kissed up her neck and whispered in her ear, “Do you want to suck his cock while I fuck you from behind?” Kyle would always ask her if it was something she wanted to do.
If she said yes, great. If she said no, sorry buddy, maybe next time.
Jenna wondered for a moment if Kyle was even aware of who was at the window.
He had to be. If she knew, he must. She didn’t even have to think about it. “Yeah, I’ll suck your cock.”
Kyle unlocked the passenger side door and opened it so that Benneit could stand in the door.
His cock was already out and hard. Jenna moved off Kyle’s lap and onto her knees so Kyle could fuck her from behind.
Never easy to do, but they made it work.
She tossed her long, black hair to the side and looked up at Ben with her most innocent smile before taking his cock in her hand and licking the salty, wet tip.
She felt Kyle enter her from behind just as she took Ben’s entire length into her mouth. His hands fisted her hair and helped move his thick cock in and out of her mouth. Kyle’s hands bruised her hips as he pounded into her.
“Suck his cock, you’re such a little fucking slut,” Kyle said, fucking her harder. “Make him come. You want to taste his cum, don’t you?” His hand came down hard against her ass and then again, harder.
All Jenna could do was moan a yes. She could feel the hands in her hair get tighter as Ben’s body started to go rigid.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Jenna sucked harder.
She was so hot and turned on, her pussy was dripping as Kyle fucked her.
She cupped Ben’s balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. She really wanted him to come.
Kyle looked up at Ben and remembered their days in college when Ben had been his roommate.
It wasn’t unusual for them to share women, they had probably fucked a hundred women together while they were in school.
Kyle gripped Jenna’s ass and slammed his cock into her tight pussy and Ben gave him a familiar chin raise while he watched Jenna suck him off.
Kyle took the anger he was feeling for Ben out on Jenna as he pounded into her, harder and harder. Ben wasn’t supposed to be here tonight. For only a brief moment, he felt a twinge of regret for the plan he had in store for her. But, the ends would indeed justify the means in his estimation.
Ben’s hands fisted her hair and his cock swelled.
She felt the hot, salty liquid burst into her mouth.
She continued to suck until his body finished its release and he could barely stand.
She flipped her head up to look at him and licked her lips.
He stepped away and closed the door without so much as a word.
“Let me ride you till you come in me.” Jenna’s voice was breathy and rattled with desire.
Kyle pulled out of her and moved to sit on the seat. “Come on, baby, ride me till I fill you.”
He kissed her hard. Tasting another man’s cum on her lips, knowing how much she was getting off on this night, nearly had him coming.
The truck was still surrounded by men watching them, all in various stages self-pleasure.
She looked past them and spotted her favorite onlooker. He looked to be in his mid-thirties, shaved, bald head with dark features, and heavily tattooed.
She had noticed him a few months ago watching them from his car that he had parked next to theirs.
He had looked as if he had been studying her.
She knew he looked dangerous, but, for whatever reason, Jenna had no fear of him.
Now, he was leaning against one of the cars, arms crossed, looking directly at her, staring her down.
Jenna leaned in to whisper in Kyle’s ear, “He’s here, the tattooed guy.” Her hips were still grinding on Kyle’s cock.
“I want him to fuck you so bad, would you like that? Have him buried deep in you?” Kyle could have cared less who the guy was and, truly, he didn’t even know who she was talking about. Yeah, he knew she had some mild obsession with this tattooed guy, but tonight was not going to be his night.
Jenna had to think about what Kyle had said. While she would say yes, she wanted him to fuck her, her answer was no. Oh, he was attractive in a dangerous kinda way, but nothing in her stirred with desire for the man. Nothing but curiosity.
Jenna’s hips moved faster, her hands gripping the back seat. Kyle’s hands slid around to grab her ass and pulled her toward him.
“Ah, make me come, baby.”
She could feel his cock swelling as her own climax began to peak. She looked out the window and stared at the tattooed man standing about two cars away.
As she rode Kyle faster, her stare was fixed on the stranger.
“Oh yeah, fuck me. I want to feel you come in me.” The words were meant for Kyle to hear, but Jenna spoke them to the man leaning against the car.
Kyle grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against his chest as he came.
She threw her head back as her own climax hit her.
She could feel Kyle’s cock pulse as he spilled his release into her tightness.
Sweat covered both of them and their breathing was heavy. Their audience slowly wandered back to their own cars. The show was over for tonight, at least for them. Jenna’s evening was just beginning.