Stranded in the Stormy Night

Raining night Gail and Allen driving home from dinner with friends when Allen hears a thud they have a flat tire they have no cell service no where to go when a car pulls up behind them two black athletic females one over and ask if they need help

Rain hammered the windshield, the wipers fighting a losing battle. Gail tightened her grip on the wheel as the car lurched—**thud**. A flat. Allen groaned, peering through the downpour. No cell service. No lights for miles. Headlights flared behind them. A sleek black SUV pulled up. Two women stepped out, athletic, confident. The taller one rapped on Gail’s window. "Need help?" Her voice was smooth, low. Gail rolled the window down a crack. Rain misted her face. "We’ve got a flat." The woman smirked, eyes flicking between them. "Lucky we came by. Pull off the road—less chance of getting hit." They did. Under the dim glow of hazard lights, Allen watched as the second woman crouched by the tire, jeans tightening over her ass. She glanced up at him, biting her lip. "You two look… tense." Gail’s breath hitched. The taller one leaned into the car, her tank top soaked, nipples hard against the fabric. "Bet we could fix that." Allen’s pulse jumped. No one spoke—just the rain, the heat, the silent agreement. The women exchanged a look. Then the first one slid her hand up Gail’s thigh. "Let’s talk inside."

The two black females offer to take Gail and Allen to their house up the road until the rain stops, they agree Gail can’t notice that the tall black that put her hand on Gail’s thigh has a bulge in her crotch area Gail sit with her and Allen up front with the drive

The SUV’s interior was warm, leather seats slick with rainwater as they climbed in. Gail settled beside the taller woman, who draped an arm behind her, fingers brushing the nape of her neck. Allen sat up front with the driver, who kept glancing at him in the rearview—her smile slow, knowing. Gail shifted, her thigh pressing against the woman’s muscular leg. She stiffened slightly when she felt it—the firm ridge against her hip. The woman noticed, lips quirking. "Problem?" she murmured, hand sliding down to squeeze Gail’s knee. Up front, the driver reached over, fingers tracing Allen’s jaw. "Relax, handsome," she purred, one hand on the wheel, the other undoing his belt with practiced ease. "Long ride ahead." The taller woman leaned in, her breath hot against Gail’s ear. "You feel that?" She pressed her hips forward, letting Gail fully register the thick outline straining against her pants. "Bet you’ve never had a girl like me." Gail’s pulse pounded, her own damp jeans suddenly too tight. The SUV sped through the rain, windows fogging with every ragged breath.

The few drinks Gail and Allen had at dinner were not helping the tall black girl told Gail her names was Slim and my friend up front is Tori . Tori had tits every man dreams of the drive continues and Allen can hear Gail’s breathing getting louder

--- Tori’s fingers worked open Allen’s fly, her grip firm as she freed his hardening cock. “Look at you,” she murmured, stroking him slowly. “Bet you’ve thought about this since you saw me bend over that tire.” In the backseat, Slim’s hand had moved higher, teasing Gail’s inner thigh. “You keep breathing like that,” she whispered, pressing her bulge harder against Gail’s hip, “and I’m gonna take it as an invitation.” Gail swallowed, her hand instinctively gripping Slim’s thigh—then freezing when she felt the heat of her through the fabric. “Fuck,” she breathed. Tori laughed, low and throaty, as she sped up her rhythm on Allen. “Your girl’s figuring it out,” she told him, thumb swiping over his tip. “Hope you don’t mind sharing.” Slim nipped Gail’s earlobe. “Tell me,” she demanded, palm cupping Gail’s pussy through her jeans. “You wanna feel what I’ve got for you?” The wet fabric betrayed just how much Gail’s body was answering for her.

Allen unbuckled his seat belt and moved closer to Tori he wanted to touch those tits, Gail want what was inside Slims pants . Tori announced just up the road there’s our place.

Allen didn’t hesitate—he shrugged off his seatbelt and leaned into Tori, one hand closing over the generous swell of her breast, thumb brushing her nipple through the thin fabric. She arched into his touch with a satisfied hum, still guiding the wheel with her other hand. Gail barely noticed. Slim’s fingers were hooked in her waistband now, tugging just enough to make her gasp. “You’re soaked,” Slim murmured, dragging a fingertip along Gail’s clit through her damp panties. “That eager for my cock?” Tori turned onto a gravel drive, the SUV jostling as she smirked at Allen. “Almost there, baby.” She squeezed his thigh. “Once we park, you can do more than just grope.” Slim’s free hand yanked Gail’s hair, forcing her head back. “I want you begging for it by the time we get inside.” She ground harder against Gail’s hip, her own breath ragged now. “Gonna make you choke on me first.” The headlights flashed over a run-down motel sign—Tori’s grin turned sharp. “Here we go.”

Allen looked at Tori what the fuck is this, Gail in the back is still breathing hard as she feels Slim bulging cock inside her pants

Allen’s fingers dug into Tori’s thigh as the SUV jerked to a stop. “The fuck kinda place is this?” he growled, eyes flicking from the flickering motel sign to the way Tori’s tongue swiped her lower lip. Behind them, Gail whimpered as Slim’s grip tightened in her hair. “Don’t stall now,” Slim purred, pressing the rigid outline of her cock against Gail’s ass. “You felt how hard I am—gonna take that pretty mouth first.” Tori killed the engine and twisted to face Allen, her hand sliding up his inner thigh. “Problem?” She flicked open his belt with one hand, her nails scraping his stomach. “You wanna back out, say it now.” Gail’s breath hitched—Slim’s fingers had finally slipped beneath her waistband, teasing the slick heat between her thighs. “She’s *dripping*,” Slim taunted, nipping Gail’s neck. “Bet you’ll come just from my fingers.” The motel door creaked open—Tori smirked. “Last chance to run.” Allen’s cock throbbed against her palm as she leaned in. “Or you can find out what I do with boys who touch my tits.”

Allen leaned in closer to Tori fuck it show me bitch a wicked smile was all Tori did and all four of them entered the hotel room

Allen leaned in, lips brushing Tori’s ear. “Fuck it—show me, bitch.” That wicked smile was all the answer he got before Tori shoved the door open, dragging him inside by his belt. The room reeked of cheap cleaner and sweat, the bed barely holding itself together, but no one cared. Gail hit the mattress first, Slim’s hands already tearing at her jeans. A wet smack filled the air as she slapped Gail’s ass. “On your knees,” Slim ordered, shoving her down. “I want to see those lips stretch.” Tori slammed Allen against the wall, her nails raking his chest as she dropped to the floor. His cock sprang free—no teasing, no warning—before her mouth swallowed him whole. Gagging, spit dripping, she locked eyes with him as her throat convulsed around his length. Behind them, Gail’s moans pitched higher, her face buried between Slim’s thighs. The sharp scent of sex thickened the air. No more waiting. No more games.

Slims cock was big thick and vainly Gail gagged as she took her first she cock looking up at slim playing with her tits

Slim’s cock was thick, heavy against Gail’s tongue as she struggled to take it deeper. She gagged, spit slicking the shaft, but Slim just tightened her grip in Gail’s hair, forcing her down. “That’s it,” Slim purred, rolling her hips forward. “Take every inch, baby.” Gail’s eyes watered, her lips stretched tight as she bobbed, her fingers kneading Slim’s tits—pinching, twisting her nipples until Slim hissed. "Fuck, you learn fast." Across the room, Tori hadn’t let up—Allen’s thighs trembled as she fucked her throat on his cock, her fingers digging into his hips to keep him still. The wet, ragged sounds of her sucking filled the room, each gag sending a pulse of pleasure up his spine. Then Tori pulled off with a gasp. "Your turn," she rasped, rising to drag Allen toward the bed. "Time to see if you can handle more than a mouth." Her hand smacked his ass—hard. "On all fours."

Allen barely had time to brace himself before Tori shoved him onto the mattress. The cheap springs groaned as he crawled forward, his cock still glistening from her mouth. Behind him, he heard the clink of a belt unbuckling, the slick sound of lube being squeezed onto skin. Tori’s fingers pressed against him—testing, teasing—before one slid inside without warning. Allen gasped, his back arching as she worked him open with ruthless efficiency. "Fuck—" "Quiet," she ordered, adding a second finger, twisting them just right to make his thighs shake. By the time she pulled away, he was panting, desperate. Then the blunt pressure of her strap-on pressed against him, thick and insistent. "Breathe," she growled, pushing in slow, letting him feel every inch stretch him wide. Allen’s knuckles turned white in the sheets, a ragged moan tearing from his throat as she bottomed out. Across the room, Gail whimpered around Slim’s cock, her lips swollen, chin dripping. Slim smirked, grinding deeper. "Good girls don’t stop," she murmured, pressing Gail’s face into her hips. Tori’s hands gripped Allen’s waist—then she pulled back and slammed into him hard. The bedframe cracked against the wall. No mercy left.

Slim yanked Gail’s head back by the hair, her cock popping free with a wet sound. "Look at him," she ordered, turning Gail toward the bed. Allen’s body jerked with each brutal thrust, Tori driving into him like she owned him. His moans were ragged, his fingers clawing at the sheets as she took him apart. Gail’s breath hitched—seeing him like this, wrecked and submissive, sent heat straight to her core. Slim’s hand slid down, roughly palming Gail’s soaked panties. "Bet you’re dripping for him, huh?" Tori’s rhythm stuttered as she caught sight of them watching. She smirked, dragging Allen up by the hips until his back pressed to her chest. "Tell Gail how bad you need it," she murmured, her hand wrapping around his cock, stroking in time with her thrusts. "Fuck—*fuck*," Allen gasped, his head falling back against her shoulder. "Need—need you to ruin me—" Tori’s laugh was dark. "Good boy." She locked eyes with Gail over his shoulder. "Come here. Let him *see* what’s next."

Slim brought Gail closer to see what was to follow, slim put her cock right in front of Allen face suck me

Slim dragged Gail forward by the wrist, her thick cock bobbing inches from Allen’s flushed face. Tori slowed her thrusts just enough to give him room, her hand still working his cock with rough, possessive strokes. "Open," Slim commanded, tapping her shaft against his lips. Allen’s tongue darted out instinctively, lapping at the salty pre-cum beading at her tip before taking her in. His moan vibrated around her as she pushed deeper, her grip tightening in Gail’s hair to keep her watching. Tori groaned, her hips snapping forward again, driving herself deeper into Allen as his body tensed around her. "Fuck, that’s it—take it all," she growled, her breath hot against his ear. Gail whimpered, her thighs slick as Slim’s free hand slipped under her skirt, two fingers plunging into her without warning. "You like seeing your man like this?" Slim murmured, curling her fingers just right. Gail’s knees buckled, her moan joining the chorus of panting and skin slapping skin. Tori’s pace turned brutal again, her strap-on pistoning into Allen as his throat worked around Slim’s cock. His eyes fluttered—overwhelmed, owned, *used*—and Tori knew he wouldn’t last.

Slim’s fingers twisted deeper inside Gail, her thumb circling Gail’s swollen clit in rough, deliberate strokes. “Come for him,” she growled, her own cock still buried in Allen’s mouth, his lips stretched tight around her. Tori’s thrusts turned erratic, her hips slamming into Allen as she felt him clench around her strap. “Gonna make you—” she hissed, her nails digging into his hips, “—take every fucking inch.” Allen’s moans were muffled around Slim’s cock, his body trembling as Tori pounded him relentlessly. His fingers clawed at the sheets, his cock twitching in her grip, precum dripping down her knuckles. Gail’s orgasm hit like a punch, her back arching as she came hard on Slim’s hand, her slick coating Slim’s fingers. “Fuck—*Allen*—” she gasped, watching him choke around Slim’s thrusts, his eyes watering. Tori snapped her hips once more, burying herself to the hilt with a sharp groan. “Take it,” she ordered—and Allen shattered, his cock pulsing as he spilled over her fist, his body convulsing between them. Slim pulled out of his mouth with a wet pop, grinning down at his wrecked expression. “Good boys get rewarded.” She turned to Gail, her voice low. “Your turn.”

Slim’s fingers slid out of Gail with a slick sound, her grip shifting to turn her around. The sudden roughness sent a shiver down Gail’s spine as Slim pressed her back against the bed, Allen’s panting body still trembling beside them. Tori pulled out of Allen with a satisfied groan, her strap glistening as she stepped aside. Slim didn’t waste time—she hooked Gail’s thigh over her arm, lining up her cock with Gail’s soaked entrance. “Eyes on him,” Slim ordered, thrusting in hard enough to make Gail gasp. The stretch burned deliciously, her walls clenching around the thick intrusion. Allen watched, lips still swollen, his spent cock twitching weakly as if wishing it could revive just to join in. Tori smirked, wiping her hand on the sheets before gripping Allen’s jaw, turning his face toward the show. “See what happens when you’re good?” she murmured, her thumb pressing against his lower lip. Slim’s pace was merciless, each snap of her hips driving Gail louder, her moans rising sharp and desperate. “Fuck—*fuck*—!” Gail’s nails scraped the sheets, her other leg hooking around Slim’s waist to pull her deeper. Tori’s hand slid down Allen’s chest, her fingers tracing his abs before giving his half-hard cock a lazy stroke. “Bet you wanna feel her too,” she teased, her breath warm against his ear. His groan was all the answer she needed.

Tori’s hand left Allen’s cock, sliding between Gail’s legs to rub tight circles over her clit—already swollen and throbbing from Slim’s relentless strokes. Gail arched with a cry, her body caught between the brutal push of Slim’s cock and the sharp pressure of Tori’s fingers. Slim groaned, her thrusts turning erratic. “Fuck, you’re greedy,” she gritted out, her free hand clamping down on Gail’s hip to keep her from bucking away. “Take it all.” She drove in deep, the slap of skin filling the room as Gail’s thighs trembled. Allen couldn’t look away. His breath hitched as Gail’s moans pitched higher, her back bowing off the bed when Tori pinched her clit just right. “That’s it,” Tori coaxed, her voice rough. “Let him see you break.” Gail came with a sob, her walls clamping down around Slim, who growled and buried herself to the hilt, hips jerking as she followed her over the edge. Slim pulled out slowly, breathless, her cock glistening. She smirked at Allen. “Still hungry?”

Allen grabbed Slim’s cock hunger in his eyes state sucking that big black cock with Fails nectar covered it Tori started kissing Gail and fondling her tits

Allen didn’t hesitate—he lunged forward, capturing Slim’s slick cock in his mouth before she could react. His tongue swirled around the head, lapping up Gail’s arousal mixed with Slim’s precum, the taste flooding his senses. His hands gripped her thighs, nails digging in as he sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks with desperate hunger. Tori chuckled darkly, one hand still teasing Gail’s nipples into stiff peaks while her other slipped between her thighs. “Look at him,” she murmured against Gail’s lips before biting down. “Can’t resist a messy finish.” Gail moaned, arching into Tori’s touch, her hips grinding against her fingers. Slim threw her head back with a groan, her hands fisting in Allen’s hair as he took her deeper, throat working around her length. “Fuck, that mouth,” Slim hissed, rolling her hips forward. Allen gagged but didn’t pull back, his cock twitching back to full hardness against the sheets. Tori’s fingers slid inside Gail, curling just right—Gail’s breath stuttered, her thighs clamping around Tori’s wrist as another orgasm coiled low in her belly. Slim’s thrusts turned rough, her grip tightening. “Swallow it,” she ordered—Allen’s eyes fluttered shut as she pulsed hot down his throat.

Gail now ordered her husband to suck slims cock faster then grabbed Tori as their mouths locked in a passionate kiss

Gail’s fingers tangled in Allen’s hair, tugging sharply as she moaned into Tori’s mouth. “Faster,” she demanded, her voice ragged. Allen obeyed, bobbing his head with rough urgency, saliva and cum streaking his chin as Slim growled above him. Tori broke the kiss, nipping at Gail’s lower lip before trailing her mouth down her neck. “Such a good boy,” she taunted, her palm sliding over Allen’s ass, fingers digging in. Gail gasped as Tori’s other hand found her clit again, rubbing in quick, insistent circles. The room filled with the wet sounds of Allen sucking and Slim’s ragged breathing, her cock twitching against his tongue. “Gonna fuck his throat raw,” Slim panted, hips jerking erratically. Tori laughed, low and wicked, before sealing her lips over Gail’s nipple, sucking hard. Gail arched, her nails raking down Tori’s back—every touch, every thrust, every filthy sound pushing her closer to the edge again.

The sound of a heavy rain fall continued as Tori and Slim fucked their new playmates through out the night and into the early morning sunrise

The rain hammered against the windows, a steady rhythm matching the raw, unrelenting pace of their bodies. Slim’s grip on Allen’s hair tightened as she fucked his mouth deeper, her cock sliding slick and heavy over his tongue. His throat convulsed around her, but he didn’t pull back, his own need obvious in the way his hips ground into the mattress. Tori had Gail pinned against the headboard now, one thigh hooked over her shoulder as she drove into her with shallow, relentless thrusts. Gail’s fingers twisted in the sheets, her moans turning breathless as Tori’s cock hit that perfect spot again and again. Slim finally pulled out of Allen’s mouth with a wet pop, her hand wrapping around herself as she stroked hard. “Turn over,” she ordered, voice rough. Allen obeyed instantly, his cock dripping onto the sheets as he presented himself to her. Tori nipped Gail’s earlobe. “Watch,” she murmured, guiding Gail’s head toward the sight of Slim pressing against Allen’s entrance. The first push drew a ragged gasp—Allen’s back arched, his fingers clawing at the mattress as Slim filled him. The rain, the gasps, the slap of skin—nothing drowned out the raw, unfiltered pleasure tearing through them all.