“How old are you?” His gaze roamed her body like a brand.
“Twenty-four.”
His lips curved faintly. “I’m fifty-seven.” His voice was full of hunger and grit.
Millie’s heels clicked against the asphalt path as she stepped into the trees. Each patch of shadow made her heartbeat quicken. The lamps overhead buzzed and flickered, spilling only scraps of light before surrendering her to the dark again.
Her thin dress clung to her body, hugging her breasts so tightly she could feel the fabric tug with every breath. It cupped her waist and strained over her hips, the hem creeping higher with each stride. She hadn’t bothered with panties, and the brush of air against her bare folds left her slick with a restless, aching heat.
A man stepped from the trees as she entered the next circle of lamplight. She froze, pulse hammering, waiting for the press of his chest. She was torn between terror and desire. She had come to the park for this. To be taken. Used. Forced. Fucked. Instead, he only stared.
“What?” Her voice cracked.
“You have to say yes.” His words were flat, almost annoyed.
She blinked. “Huh?”
But he’d already turned away, approaching another woman who had just reached the lamplight. She nodded eagerly, said yes, and let him lead her into the dark. Moments later, the sounds reached Millie. Moans, gasps, the slap of bodies meeting. The rawness of it made her thighs clench harder.
So that was how it worked in these woods. No real rape. No danger. Consent whispered into shadows, then the freedom to play with it. Her breath quickened as she continued deeper, the lamps now far apart, the shadows thicker. When she stopped beneath one, she felt like she was floating on an island of pale light in a sea of dark. She sat, legs trembling, dress pulling tight across her breasts, waiting to be claimed. A branch cracked behind her. Large, heavy hands settled on her bare shoulders, hot against her skin.
“Well?” His voice was deep, rough, curling straight down her spine.
“Yes,” she breathed, barely more than a whimper.
He moved in front of her, and she stood, trembling, as his calloused palms slid down her arms, over the swell of her breasts, catching her hard nipples through the thin fabric. He squeezed, slow and deliberate, before tugging the dress down until it pooled at her feet. Night air caressed her nakedness, raising goosebumps that his warm hands smoothed away.
“How old are you?” His gaze roamed her body like a brand.
“Twenty-four.”
His lips curved faintly. “I’m fifty-seven.” His voice was full of hunger and grit.
She bent forward over the bench in answer, bracing her hands, arching her back. He spread her with a rough grip. Then his mouth was on her, his tongue plunging deep, licking her open, circling her clit. She moaned, pressing back, his beard scraping her sensitive skin as wet heat and raw friction spiraled through her belly. He stood, leaving her needing more. The rasp of a zipper filled the night. Then the thick crown of his cock pushed against her slick entrance.
He slid into her with a groan. His cock wasn’t long, but it was thick. Stretching her ruthlessly in the first few inches, making her gasp and moan at the sudden fullness. Her body trembled as she shifted, angling her hips to take all of him, letting the blunt head sink deeper until his full, wide length was buried inside her. She realized he hadn't put on a condom. The risk made her want him even more.
He fucked her with short, hard thrusts, hips slapping against her ass with a rhythm that stole her breath. The weight of his years showed in the way he moved. Not clumsy, not rushed, but relentless, each grind designed to drag a squeak or a moan out of her throat. The thought that he was old enough to be her father only twisted the pleasure tighter. Then, suddenly, he pulled free.
Millie looked down, startled, just in time to see thick ropes of hot cum splattering onto the bench between her legs. The sudden emptiness left her aching, her pussy still fluttering around nothing. She heard the sound of his zipper being pulled up as he backed away. And then he was gone.
She stood there, breathing hard, watching him vanish into the dark without a word. Frustration burned through her. First, the man who walked away when she didn’t understand the rules, now this one who left her half-fucked and throbbing. She was wet, needy, and unsatisfied.
Clutching her dress in one hand, she didn’t bother to put it on. Instead, she walked naked into the night, her skin prickling with the thrill of exposure, every flick of cool air against her damp sex reminding her how badly she needed more.
She passed a couple tangled on a patch of grass, the wet slap of their bodies and the woman’s cries echoing through the trees. But Millie didn’t slow down to watch; she was too hungry. She didn’t want to see someone else eat. She wanted to be devoured.
The next patch of darkness swallowed her. Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around her waist, the heat of a bare chest pressing against her back. She froze for a breathless instant, wild instinct telling her to scream. Then, trembling, she whispered, “Okay.”
The man dragged her to a blanket laid out on the grass and pushed her down onto her back. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her open wide, and then his cock was sliding into her, thick and hard, her slickness swallowing him without resistance. He pinned her wrists to the ground, holding her down as he fucked her, driving deep with long, claiming thrusts.
She writhed beneath him, gasping, moaning, her body arching into his. But she knew the game he wanted to play. She twisted and bucked, trying to fight him off and break free. Her playful resistance only seemed to fuel him more.
He rolled her onto her side, his arm locking around her legs, pinning her knees together. He pushed back into her from that position, and she cried out, realizing how completely he controlled her body. The thought that if she truly wanted to stop, she couldn’t. That she was utterly trapped sent a rush of panic crashing into the heat already boiling inside her. She let that feeling take root and tried a bit harder to get away. He held her tighter and relentlessly fucked her tight pussy. He was in total control, and she could only ride out the pleasure of it.
Every thrust wrung another helpless moan from her throat. When his hand slipped between her thighs, rubbing her clit with ruthless precision, the tension shattered. Her body convulsed, an orgasm ripping through her as she screamed into the night, her voice carrying between the trees. He held her there, drawing out her climax until she was trembling.
"That's right. Cum for me, you little slut." He growled as he fucked her even harder. His breathing made it clear he was nearing his own orgasm.
He pulled out suddenly. Millie wanted his cum. Millie sat up quickly, pushed him back onto his heels, and took his cock in her mouth. She sucked hard, desperate, her lips sliding down his shaft until her throat clenched around him. She could taste herself on his cock. It only took moments before he groaned, his hips jerking, pumping hot, bitter cum into her mouth. She swallowed greedily, but not before showing him the thick load pooling on her tongue, then gulping it down with a smirk.
He kissed her roughly, then stood, tugging on his clothes. Without a word, he folded his blanket, slung it under his arm, and disappeared into the dark. Millie was left shaking, her body buzzing with exhaustion and need. It wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She needed more. Clutching nothing but her hunger, she stepped deeper into the woods.
Millie wandered deeper into the park, her skin flushed and slick with sweat, her thighs sticky with the traces of earlier encounters. The air felt heavier here, thick with the musk of sex and damp earth. She barely noticed the next pool of lamplight until two men stepped out from opposite sides of the trail, their eyes hungry, their bare chests gleaming in the faint glow.
They didn’t speak. One pressed against her back, the heat of his chest searing through her skin as his hands gripped her hips. The other stood before her, tilting her chin up, brushing his thumb across her lips as if testing her willingness.
“Yes,” she whispered, already trembling.
That was all it took. The man behind her shoved her forward a step, pressing his cock between her ass cheeks, grinding against her until she moaned. The man in front kissed her hard, his tongue forcing into her mouth, filling her with the taste of salt and heat. His cock was already hard, nudging against her belly as his hand guided her down.
“Hold her,” the one behind growled, and the other grabbed her wrists, pinning them to his chest as she sank to her knees. She wrapped her lips around him, sucking eagerly, her tongue swirling as he filled her mouth. Behind her, the second man knelt and spread her ass, his fingers working her wetness before pushing inside. She gasped around the cock in her mouth as the other slid into her pussy from behind, thick and relentless.
They lifted her to her feet without breaking rhythm, her body suspended between them. One drove into her slick heat from behind, each thrust rocking her forward onto the other, who pushed into her mouth, then down into her throat. She gagged, moaned, and writhed. Trapped between them, filled at both ends, their groans surrounding her.
Soon they shifted, lifting her higher, pressing her back against one man’s chest while the other faced her. She spread her legs instinctively, and they both guided themselves into her at once. One at her front, stretching her pussy wide, the other at her back, pressing slowly into the tight ring of muscle until she cried out.
The stretch was brutal, overwhelming, fire racing up her spine as her body struggled to hold them both. Their cocks slid together inside her, grinding against one another through the thin walls of her body, every thrust making her whimper and scream.
Pinned upright between them, she had nowhere to go, nothing to do but take it. Their hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, gripping her thighs so hard it bordered on pain. The air was thick with sweat and sex, the slap of their hips against her skin echoing in the night.
The pressure built fast, unbearable. Her body quivering, stretched, owned, and used from both ends. She orgasmed with a cry that tore from her throat, clenching helplessly around them both, the sensation so intense it felt like she was splitting apart.
They groaned in unison, thrusting harder, faster, until at last they pulled free one after the other. Hot, thick streams of cum painted her belly, her thighs, her ass. She stood trembling, drenched in sweat and seed, her chest heaving as they released her. The men exchanged a glance, satisfied, then disappeared back into the shadows, leaving her shaking but still hungry, still wandering deeper.
She stood and started back the way she had come. Heading back to her car. She found her dress on the ground and picked it up. Millie’s legs shook as she finally left the trees, every muscle in her body trembling from overuse. Her thighs were sticky, her skin flushed, and her breath came in shallow gasps. She staggered toward the small parking lot, each step a reminder of the men who had stretched her, filled her, and left her dripping.
Her car sat waiting under a flickering lamp, the metal glinting faintly in the dark. Relief washed over her at the sight of it. Finally, somewhere to collapse, to breathe, maybe to sleep. She fumbled her keys from the little pocket inside her dress, her hands unsteady as she reached for the door.
But before she could slip inside, a shadow moved.
A man stepped out from behind the hood, taller than her, broad shoulders bare and gleaming with sweat. His eyes roamed over her naked, flushed body, and his lips curved into a hungry grin.
Millie froze, still clutching her keys, every nerve raw with overstimulation.
He didn’t ask. He simply pressed her back against the metal, the cool hood biting into her overheated skin. His hands shoved her thighs apart, and she whimpered, torn between resistance and the ache that begged for more.
Her voice was shaky, but she whispered it anyway: “Yes…”
He bent her backward across the hood, spreading her wide. The steel was cold against her spine, but his body was all heat and muscle as he ground against her, his cock hard and ready. Without hesitation, he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in her slick, used pussy.
Millie cried out, arching under him, the metal rattling beneath her as he fucked her hard, fast, each thrust jolting her against the hood. The sound of their bodies slapping echoed through the empty lot, joined by the harsh scrape of the car beneath them.
Her nipples hardened painfully against the cold metal, every sensation heightened by how raw she already was. His chest pressed down on hers, rough stubble scratching her cheek when he bit at her neck. She could taste salt and sweat when he kissed her, his tongue forcing into her mouth just as his cock speared her below.
She gripped the windshield wipers for balance as he pounded into her, her body clenching helplessly around him despite the soreness, despite the overstimulation that made every stroke almost unbearable.
“Fuck—” she gasped, her voice breaking as another orgasm clawed its way out of her, shaking her to pieces on the cold hood.
He groaned into her ear, thrust harder, then pulled out just enough to spill thick, hot ropes of cum across her belly and breasts, streaking her trembling body with his release. When he finally stepped back, she slid down the side of the car, her legs weak, her skin smeared with sweat and seed. The man zipped his jeans, gave her one last look of satisfaction, then disappeared into the night as quickly as he’d come.
Millie sat slumped against the car door, shuddering, her keys still clutched in her hand. Her whole body hummed with exhaustion and need, the hunger not gone but gnawing deeper. She realized she wasn’t finished.
Millie finally pulled herself into the driver’s seat, still naked, still smeared with the seed of strangers across her breasts, belly, and thighs. Her dress lay forgotten on the passenger side, crumpled and useless. The car smelled of sex and sweat, and the leather squeaked under her sticky skin as she gripped the wheel.
She drove home that way. Bare, trembling, her body still leaking and aching, she stared through her tired eyes at the headlights blurring in the night. She smiled at how those drivers would react if they could see the state she was in. Every mile carried her farther from the woods, but the heat in her body clung like smoke.
When she pulled into the apartment lot, she barely managed to stand, her legs unsteady. Her nipples stiffened in the cool night as she staggered toward the building.
At the entrance, a woman stepped out clutching a gym bag. Her eyes widened at the sight of Millie: naked, streaked with drying cum, hair wild, thighs slick and trembling. For a long second, they just stared at each other. Millie’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t summon shame. The woman shook her head slightly, lips curling into the faintest smirk, and moved past without a word.
Millie stumbled up the stairs, fumbled with her keys, and finally pushed into the apartment. Zoe was there on the couch, scrolling through her phone. Her eyes lifted, widening immediately at the sight of her roommate. Flushed, used, her body painted with evidence of the night.
“Oh, Millie…” Zoe breathed, setting the phone aside. There was no judgment in her gaze, only recognition. She crossed the room and slipped an arm around her friend, steadying her shaking body. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
The shower hissed to life, steam curling into the air. Zoe guided her under the hot spray, the water sluicing over Millie’s skin, turning streaks of cum into rivulets down her thighs. She shivered as Zoe’s hands joined the water, soft and careful, lathering her body with soap. Palms cupped her breasts, washing her tenderly, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened again under the touch. Fingers slid over her stomach, between her thighs, stroking away the ache with slow patience.
Millie leaned against the tile, sighing, her eyes half-closed. The rough, relentless fucking of the woods faded into something gentler here. Zoe’s touch is reverent, grounding.
The shower steamed around them, hot water cascading down Millie’s body, washing away the traces of men who had used her. Zoe’s hands moved over her with deliberate care, sliding across her shoulders, down her arms, over her breasts. She cupped them gently, thumbs brushing Millie’s nipples until they stiffened beneath the warm water.
Millie moaned, leaning into her, grateful for the grounding touch after so much rawness. Zoe kissed the side of her neck, soft and slow, then turned her under the spray, rinsing her clean. When her hands slid lower, across Millie’s belly and between her thighs, Millie parted her legs instinctively, her breath hitching.
Zoe crouched, letting the water flow down over them both. Her lips found Millie’s thigh first, kissing up the slick skin, then higher. Millie’s hands gripped the tile for balance as Zoe’s tongue pressed into her folds, licking her slowly, tasting her.
“Oh, Zoe…” Millie gasped, her hips rocking forward.
Zoe’s tongue moved with a languid rhythm, circling her clit, dipping lower, savoring her. Her hands spread Millie open, holding her steady while she licked and sucked with growing insistence. Millie moaned louder, her thighs trembling, water running in streams down her breasts and stomach. When Zoe finally pulled back, her lips glistening, she stood and kissed Millie deeply, letting her taste herself on her roommate’s tongue. Millie whimpered into the kiss, clutching at her shoulders, and then pushed her back against the wet tile.
“Your turn,” Millie whispered, sliding to her knees on the shower floor.
Zoe gasped as Millie kissed along her hips, then buried her mouth against her, tongue working eagerly. Millie’s hands gripped Zoe’s ass, pulling her closer, sucking at her clit until Zoe’s voice filled the steamy air. She writhed against Millie’s mouth, grinding shamelessly, pleasure cresting in waves until she shuddered with a sharp, sudden climax, thighs clamping around Millie’s head.
They collapsed together under the spray, panting, laughing softly, kissing again as the water poured down. Zoe guided Millie down onto the shower bench, straddling her lap, their breasts pressed together, slick skin sliding. Fingers explored once more, sliding inside each other in unison, rocking together until they both broke apart in a shared, breathless orgasm, clinging tightly as the heat faded into softness.
When at last the water cooled, Zoe turned it off and wrapped them both in towels. They stumbled back to the couch, damp and exhausted, curling together under a blanket.
Millie rested her head on Zoe’s shoulder, eyes half-closed but lips curved with a tired grin. “You’re coming with me next time,” she whispered.
Zoe chuckled softly, kissing her damp hair. “Next time, huh?”
Millie’s hand slid to squeeze her thigh possessively. “Yeah. Next time you’re not just cleaning me up, you’re going in with me.”
Zoe smiled, her heart thudding with excitement at the promise.