Rent Pt. 05

"Mom... seriously, Mom, I can't talk to you when you're being like this, hhaa..." Violet raised her head and sighed involuntarily. "Mmmm just like that."

I raised my face from her pussy, checking to see if she was talking to me or her mother, catching a disapproving glare cast over Violet's shoulder, and her hand reaching back to pull me back into her shower-fresh crevasse.

She'd just come downstairs from the bathroom, hair still wet, looking to whip up some quick eggs when her mother had called. We were planning to head up north to pick up the second half of my big score right after we ate, but seeing her standing there on the phone with her mom... after the night before, how successfully my taking of sleeping Violet had been... I needed more.

I walked up behind Violet as she argued about 'the farmhouse' with her mom, pinching her bottom and caressing her hips. She'd looked at me with a faint smile, kissed me, and gone back to her mother's normal condescending tone with a sigh as I nibbled her neck.

When I got bored and pulled her to the table, she began to kneel in front of my chair, obviously expecting to have to suck me off while she dealt with her mom. I held her standing and popped her fly, forcing her shorts and panties down her perfect hips as I bent her over in front of me to an excited giggle.

I bowed back to her pussy, gently tickling her asshole with a finger, both hands wrapped between her legs, around, and to her shapely buttocks to spread them, her tight little torso pressed to the table, shorts discarded on the floor.

A happy sigh as my tongue found her pussy again, already blooming open and wet for me. I loved going down on Violet right out of the shower, and growled as I began to flick my tongue up and down her weeping slit. I was answered by a stuttering muffled moan.

"... no, Mom, no I'm busy... mmm... I... ahh... I have to get ready. I'm helping Danny with..."

I pushed my tongue between her pussy lips, pushing her ass up as I drove down along her labia to her clit to a pleasing wet snap of Violet's body shaking involuntarily as she let out a low moan of sexual pleasure and need.

"I have to go, Mom. Yes, he... ohhh-hhhooo God," Violet was losing her composure, hips trembling as I attacked her clit with my tongue's point, adding a pair of fingers to the proceedings to rub her g-spot firmly, my other hand tickling the tip of my left index finger into her rosebud asshole. Violet covered her mouth and keened as she came, going silent and pressing her face into the cool tabletop. I could hear her mother from the phone that she held out on the table, her voice incessant as she demanded Vi's attention.

Eventually, Violet's body sagged, the gush of sweet fluid from her pussy tapering off as I lapped at it and she panted, holding the phone to her face as she looked back at me, standing as I undid my belt.

"Mom? No, I'm fine, seriously Mom, I have to go," she smiled as my erection slapped between her cheeks and I slowly pushed it back and forth, lightly pressing on her tightly clenched asshole to a sudden panicked frown that I waved away with a smile. Vi kept talking to her mom. "I'm out of breath because Danny... yes, he loves meaaaaaaa!"

I took her firmly, pushing deep, pausing, and then all the way, hands clenched tightly to her writhing hips, I pressed my weight against the soft perfect ass in front of of me and groaned as her love tunnel accepted me.

"Ahh, oh shit, Vi..."

"I gotta go right now, Mom," she insisted between gasps, "I have to... ohhhh Danny yesss..." Vi regained her composure momentarily, "I'll call you later, mom."

She slapped the phone screen-down on the table and looked back at me, raising one knee to the table to give me room to work, "push it all the way, Danny." I obliged, pressing Violet's lower back to pin her belly to the table as I stroked deep and brought my other hand down in a strong slap to her spread ass as I pulled back and then surged into her. "Ah! Ohhh mmmyeessss."

"Good girl, Violet, you feel so good," I couldn't help myself, bending forward to take her prone over my kitchen table, I slid my hands to her perfect tits and shoved her bra off of them as I pleasured myself with her body. "I want to stay in bed with you all day, baby, just play with this perfect little body and make you cream."

It wasn't a joke, I couldn't stop thinking of things to do with Violet. After the previous day and the new places we ended up taking things to... Christ but it seemed like endless sexual possibilities. Beneath me, she reached back and grabbed my neck, twisting to pull me to her mouth.

"Mmm oh Danny ohhh tomorrow. In bedahhh I'mcummingagain... lets stay in bed all daaaay," I pressed down to give her what she wanted as I plundered her little pussy... but as I did I looked over at her phone. A crackle of sound had caught my ear, and I realized that it was shining light onto the table. Had she not hung up? I couldn't focus, Violet's pussy was clamping down on me, this morning quickie quickly closing in on the climax

Violet panted as I kissed her, a sure sign she was going to pop again, and I grabbed her arms, pulling her back by her elbows, our flailing shoving her phone down the table toward her hips as I pistoned into her, the sounds of her wet pussy getting fucked loud. "Here I come baby," I warned Violet, "how do you want it?"

She was still making her squeaky little cum sound, almost silent, her wet little cunt grabbing onto me like an aggressive handshake, milking my cock, and it felt incredible. "Nnnn you know!"

"Tell me."

Violet gasped, still cumming, curling her dangling legs on either side of my pumping hips as her body shook, "ahh-ha, mmm balls deep, baby, I love getting your cum right in my womb!"

I grabbed her tits to pinch her nipples as my resolve broke and I came, groaning out a searing load into Violet as she panted and squealed her own long orgasm, collapsing to the tabletop. I was spent as well, pressing myself down to kiss Violet's neck, pulling at her neckline as I covered her in small kisses while I enjoyed the fading strokes of my orgasm.

"That was incredible," I told her. She smiled and pushed herself up, and me off of her. "You're incredible and I'm lucky you're mine."

"It was, and I love you, but I gotta get cleaned up or that poor widow is gonna see cum dripping down my legs while we work."

We kissed, but both found ourselves turned towards the phone on the side of the table when the 'doo-doo-doo' of a hangup on your open line rang out.

Violet grabbed the phone, looking at the call time.

"No! No! Noooooooo," she spun and showed it to me.

Her mom had heard the whole thing.

*

We were in the car and Violet was still reeling from the fact that her mother had very likely heard the whole performance of our sex, including everything I said during. Even worse, everything she said.

"Oh my god," she clutched her hands to her face, red with embarrassment. "She's going to make my life hell over this."

We were winding our way out of town, munching food we'd grabbed at the drive-through bedside of the sex-based delay I'd caused by getting horny when Violet was busy on the phone.

"I get that it might bother her to hear... us..." I exhaled, "but why would she do that?"

Violet sighed, staring out the window, which was odd for her. Normally she was the queen of eye contact.

"My stepdad got her onto oxy and meth, and it messed her up. When he started looking at me, she never forgave me."

I turned to her, "what? Jesus Vi," but she waved her hands

"You aren't the only one who didn't have good parents, Danny," Violet glanced over at me, and then away. "I ran away to get away from him... but I loved her, and she'd get me to come back saying that it's change, and I didn't have any money, so I'd go back and nothing would change."

I sighed and turned on to the highway. "So you got into stripping to be able to afford going it on your own?"

"Sort of. I came down here, stayed at my grandmothers and waitressed, but she died, and I'd gotten into school, needed more money to pay for it, and I met Eva. She helped me get started." Violet turned to me. "Pretty cliche, huh?"

I stared ahead, taking it all in. "Wow. No, come on, you were trying to get by in a bad situation." I turned to her. "You know a lot of my basic stuff, but I don't really talk about the details. I'm just realizing there's a lot about you I don't know."

"I still think we should get you a nice Hellboy tattoo over those cigarette burns. His big fist."

I chuckled, sensing that she wanted to get off her history and onto now. "You just want an excuse to get one of your own."

She reached across the console, sliding her hand across my crotch lightly. "I want you to hold my hand while I get it."

I took her hand as we slid through traffic, pulling it to my mouth and kissing her fingers. "It's gonna be okay, though, alright? Anything that happens, I'll be with you. You're graduating in like two months, you'll have your degree in social work... you'll be all set."

"I think we should do that table thing on a stream, though. They'd go crazy."

Ugh, the stream. Violet's stream had exploded overnight, and she'd made more from our session in twelve hours than it had the entire time she'd been masturbating and showing off creampies. She wanted us to do another, but my shyness had kicked in.

"Aw, Vi," I protested.

She grabbed my arm. "Just think about it, okay? If we do a few, it'd be a nice little nest egg to fall back on if something goes sideways."

I sighed. I'd never planned to be a pornstar.

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The pickup went incredibly well, Violet bringing a friendly female face that made things smooth as silk with Andrea. We settled on ten percent of profits from the sales of the toys and memorabilia, and I ended up loading the car by myself while Andrea and Violet sat in chairs spaced a few feet apart and chatted over lemonade.

By the time we'd gotten back in the car, I saw that I'd missed two calls from Pete, but I was eager to get going, and by the look on Vi's face, I was eager for the promised road head. She'd put on an old red hoody of mine, the shade on Andrea's porch giving her a chill. She was doing that a lot lately, claiming old clothes of mine after I'd worn them out. I'd caught her pulling the neck over her face and inhaling deeply more than once... which, of course, turned me on.

Violet was staring at the boxes in the back, trying to name the characters that she could see.

"Danny," she asked, cocking her head to one side as she peeked into a lidded box full of classic 80s toys still boxed, "how much do you think these are gonna sell for?"

"That box or this whole load?"

She turned to me, the strap of her seatbelt pressing her breasts apart. "You know I'm a whole load kind of girl."

I laughed, trying to keep my eyes on the road as Violet twisted toward me and her long, shapely legs curled under her. I'd been thinking about those legs a lot lately. I didn't give them enough attention. Her calves in particular were perfect. Math bounced around in my head and I came up with a number that I figured would be on the low side of the sales of the collection.

"It's gonna be a pretty good number. After I take of what I paid, and what I figure the payout to Andrea will be..."

I thought another minute, running the numbers, trying to ignore that Vi was popping the button on her cutoffs, asking me if it was a biiiig number as she pulled the thin strip of jean fabric covering her pantie-less pussy to the side to reveal that it was glistening with arousal. Her fingers slipped down to the swelling lips.

I told her.

Vi's eyes went wide and she stopped touching herself, teasing me dropping from her mind.

"Danny, baby, that's a big number. Like, that's more than you make in years, right?"

I nodded. "There's no guarantee it'll all go fast. There's a lot to go through, but it'll put my business comfortably in the black for a few years if I space it out."

Her little fingering show forgotten, Vi looked into the back seat and gaped. "They're not all like this, though, right? Are you still gonna buy other collections?"

"Sure, this one needs a lot of work first, and I have a ton of stuff that's got to go online to begin with. The real treasures are the comics I brought home yesterday. I can't buy much until I start making some money back, so we might be a little tight... if you want to help me it'd make it easier. We're gonna be set for a good while on this one, Vi."

Violet was out of her seatbelt and leaning into my shoulder with her whole body pressing into me, hand working it's way into my shorts, my belt and button open before I even realized what was happening.

"Danny, baby," Violet whispered to me, her lips tickling my ear, "I know that it's a bad look for me, being your ex-stripper sugarbaby girlfriend," I gasped as she hauled my thickening cock from my shorts, "and I am a feminist, but..." Violet pushed her hand into her mouth, pulling it back and drooled into her palm before grabbing my tumescent shaft and beginning to jerk me off, "what you just said is so fucking hot that you need to pull over and fuck me stupid. Danny?"

I was struggling to stay focused with her tongue in my ear as she whispered to me and her hand slowly pumping my cock, but I spotted an off ramp to one of those highway-side big box rest-stops with fast food and bathrooms. They usually had picnic areas away from the road. I was laser-focused.

"... my hair like a caveman, Danny. Hold me down. Shove me against a tree. I don't care. I will love it. It's Niagara Falls in my shorts, baby..."

I was moving over to get into the turnoff, and Violet's sexy filth was driving me wild, precum flowing freely from my tip.

"Jesus Vi you'll make me crash," I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her face to my lap, sighing relief at the warmth of her mouth noisily settling onto my cock.

With Vi's words of lurid fantasies now a steady focus on the road head I'd been promised, I hit the gas, racing her oral skills as she worked my shaft hungrily. I didn't want just the blowjob anymore either, and I took the off road to the big rest stop at breakneck speed, thankful for the light traffic. We zoomed around the backside of the lot, past the huge spaces for transport trucks. I followed signs to the far end of the lot toward a picnic area.

With the path to the picnic space in sight, I grabbed Vi's hair and pulled her from my erection. The small amount of lipstick and eye makeup she wore was smeared and she wiped her face with the frayed sleeve of my old hoodie.

"Get those fucking shorts off, Violet," I commanded, and she complied eagerly as I took the soft turn up a hill as Vi pulled her cut-offs from her body. We rolled to a hard stop on a gravel road roundabout, surrounded by picnic tables and trees.

"Catch me," Vi teased and leapt out of the car, round ass cheeks calling to me as I lunged out behind her and caught her wrist. She spun to look at me and frowned teasingly. "No fair."

I spun her against the side of the car, pushing the red hoody up her body to reveal her breasts, hauling her bra down so I could attack them with my mouth. Violet gasped and arched into me as I sucked, throwing a leg around my hip and demanding my attention as she shoved my cargoes down my legs.

"No foreplay, baby, fuck me right now!"

Thinking of those pretty calves of hers, I reached down to Vi's knees and lifted her hooked on my arms, throwing her shapely long dancers legs to my shoulders. Violet giggled and leaned back onto the curve of the car's body, "yeah, baby, take me against the car, I'm ready!"

"You better be," I growled and grabbed her ass cheeks in either hand and pushed into her to my hilt. She was dripping, soaking, wet and practically on fire, her pussy making audible wet sounds as Violet moaned.

"Ohhhh fuck yesss! Uunnghh, take me!"

I pressed myself to her, shutting her up with a a deep, hungry French kiss and began to pound into Violet, not working up, not caring to, just fucking her wet little pussy how she wanted. Pushed up against the car with her ankles at her ears, Violet could only hold my shoulders as I pounded her deep, pulling my mouth to hers even as she flexed those strong legs and ass muscles to push back against me, egging me on with a stream of lurid moans and gasps.

I was getting close fast, my prick lurching inside of Violet's tight little cock sleeve. No matter how wet she was, and she was fucking wet, her fluids collecting in my pubes and dripping down my slapping balls, she was always tight. Vi had reached up to the roof rack, holding on for dear life with a look of sexual glee as I smashed her box. Pressing my face to the side of Violet's, I licked a drip of sweat from her cheek and growled into her ear.

"You're so fucking hot and tight, Vi, I'm not going to last much longer," I punctuated it by steadily pulling back and pushing right to my root in her, the luscious sensations of her body and panting moans making the tingle of a massive orgasm fill my stomach while I pounded, the car rocking back against us, the sounds of the wet slapping of our sex carrying us both away.

"Show me that o face, Violet, I want to cum in you when you clamp down on me..," I pulled one hand from her ass, letting a limp leg fall halfway down my torso as I turned her head to me. Her mouth was open, eyes rolled back and crossed slightly, and then she tensed, eyes going wide and unfocused, she craned her long neck up. I attacked, licking and nipping as Vi keened her orgasm.

Her body went taught, her pussy clamping down on me so hard that I gasped, my cockhead trapped somewhere deep inside as she whinnied in a stuttering breath, gauzy eyes fixed on mine as I pressed into her. Violet's lips twisted as she mouthed my name, her thin, delicate hands clamping on my shoulders and into a snarl of hair at the back of my head. She bucked once, twice, her free leg wrapping around the small of my back like a clamp, and the fire in my belly rocketed through my groin and I groaned as I came in her.

Still twitching and grinding on me, Violet became dead weigh, finally regaining her voice enough to cry out, "ohh ohhhhh god, oh Danny!" I couldn't hold her up, my knees going weak as I burst a second searing rope into her clamping sex, and we slid to the grass, her buck and change of weight carrying me to my back as she collapsed on me, grinding her hips into mine as she squirted, our mingling juices spreading up my belly and down my crotch. "Oh my god, Danny, oh my god," Violet kept whispering between clamping clutching twitches of her pussy on my shaft.

Violet was panting, her groans low like an animal in heat, thought gone, the world gone, I collapsed as the last jet of cum rocked my ass up from the ground to fill her, spent now, gasping for breath of my own as she pressed her tits to my t-shirt. "

I wrapped my hand into her shoulder-length dirty blonde hair and held her tight to me. "Holy shit, Vi, that was-"

"I know, oh my god. I don't think I can stand up."

"We're calling the police!"

I sat up, rolling Violet off of me, a mess of cum and pussy juice spreading across my lap and into the grass as she collapsed, trying to hold her head up to see where the voice came from.

Peeking around the front of the car, I saw a family sitting at a picnic bench next to their minivan, hidden from the view of the entrance. The father and the pre-teen son seemed to be staring with big, dumb, smiles across the table, the mother, a chubby woman around forty with a phone pinned to her ear by her shoulder, holding her hands over a little girl's ears, was red faced and angry. "You perverts are going to hell!"

"I'm so sorry," I called out, waving apologetically as I hauled my shorts back up my ass, my cock flopping wetly into my shorts, "I'm so sorry, I really didn't see you, we'll get out of here right now."

"You're going to JAIL," the woman screeched, and I grabbed Violet, still struggling to sit up, bare-assed and a mess, and flung open the door to the passenger side, lifting her in and slamming the door as I hustled. I held my shorts up with one hand and tried to shield my face as I went to my door. It was locked, and I tapped insistently on the glass for Vi to help me.

She looked over at me sleepily, moving slowly, and I wrestled my fly closed, still half-hard. The door opened, and Violet lay exhausted across the middle console as I jumped in and started the car. "Wan' it," she complained, pawing at my zipper as she got up on her knees, trying to grab my cock with her perfect ass and beaten pussy waving in the seat the last thing the family saw as I peeled out.

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Eventually settled in the car, Violet finally let go of my prick after treating me to a tongue bath that would've ended up with me pulling over again if I hadn't just cum twice in a few hours. Slowly coming back to herself, she looked around the seat and the footwell for her shorts and didn't find them while she cleaned up with a wad of tissue.

"Shit, I think my shorts fell out of the car back there."

Glancing at Vi sponging up the dripping remains of our fucking, I couldn't help but laugh. "I guess I'm gonna have to get the car detailed."

She laughed heartily at that, pulling the too big hoody down her butt. "I'm definitely claiming this hoodie with a girlfriend tax, now."

"Fair," I agreed, "can I ask? What got you so hot? Was it the number?"

Violet looked embarrassed, pressing the heel of her palms to her mouth as she reddened and pulled the hoodie up. "No..."

"Come on, it got me a little hot," I admitted, "that's a pretty solid income projection," winking at her as I changed lanes.

She reddened and hid her face in the hoodie, "it's really dorky, Danny, c'mon," begging me not to make her say it as she pulled her arms into the hoodie to fix her breasts back in her bra. "Don't make me say it."

I reached out and slipped my hand into the arm of the hoodie, finding Vi's t-shirt and her soft armpit underneath. "C'mon tell me, I wanna know how to get you that hot again. I neeeeed to know."

Violet laughed and pulled back, catching my hand under the oversized top, clutching it to her breast.

"Ugh, fine." She rolled her eyes, peeking at me from under the hood. "The number is good. It's a good number, and it's kinda hot that you're gonna get that. But..."

"Buuuut?"

She sighed, looking up at the roof of the car. "You said 'we.' You and me. For years."

In the flow of traffic heading into the city, we slowed, and I turned to look at her. She was giving me big, scared eyes, and waiting, hoping I'd get it. "I told you I'm all in, Vi, I said 'I love you."

She nodded. "Baby, guys say that stuff just to get their dicks wet all the time, and then they're gone ten minutes later." She pulled the hood down, and under the hoodie, both of her hands were gripping mine tightly. "But now, I'm with a man who's planning ahead, and I'm part of his plan. He's thinking about our future. He talks about us like that without even thinking about it. How many people do you think have done that for me?"

We'd slowed to a crawl, even in the pandemic, traffic in the late afternoon into the city sucked. A truck ahead of me stopped and I pressed the brake.

"I'm guessing fewer than I'd like," I replied.

Vi pointed at me.

We were quiet for a few minutes, and I met that sink in. We were both pretty broken in a lot of ways.

"You know I want you to be happy, though, right? I don't only want you to be a sugarbaby for me? It's not just the sex. I love the sex, but it's because it's you," I glanced over at her, "all of you."

Violet leaned across the console and kissed my cheek.

"I know, and is that I'm getting my degree, I am damn well getting a job, but Danny, baby, I offered the contract because I wanted you to stop worrying and get that long dick in me. I'm not going anywhere."

"You were broke, though. Right?"

Violet rolled her eyes, "yes, but I'd decided I wanted you way before-"

Laughing, I stopped her, "wait, wait, wait... you totally honeypotted me! What if I'd refused you in the kitchen?"

"Psh," Violet laughed dismissively, "that wasn't gonna happen. Have you seen me? After Christmas? You only needed a good excuse."

I gaped at her, "holy shit, I'm in love with an evil genius. Seriously, what if I'd freaked out and run?"

Violet looked embarrassed again, but smiled slyly, "you know how much you like our showers?" I nodded. "I was going to ambush you in there. Get all soapy. Get on my knees." Violet's eyes were taking on that sleepy, sultry look I knew meant the good kind of trouble, "I think you know what'd happen next," her tongue extending slowly from her mouth. She snapped her mouth shut. "That was actually my first plan."

I was fully hard again while doing a spit take. I could feel my precum leaking through my pants. I wasn't mad in the least either. I knew I'd be kept worrying things to death until I lost her if it hadn't happened. I glanced over at Vi. "How many plans did you have?"

Her cheeks were rosy and flushed, arms still in the hoodie working between her legs, the scent of wet pussy starting to seep out from under it.

"Well," Vi finally pushed her hands out of the sleeves. "I was really worried about trying the shower thing, and Eva and I talked-"

"Eva?!?"

Violet retreated back into the hoodie as I reddened, embarrassed at Eva knowing g the details.

"She's my best friend, Danny, I... I was going crazy trying to get you to see how good we'd be and just... fuck, take a chance. She was worried the shower thing was just too simple, not like, y'know, something where you'd have to look at my face and agree. We even came up with a break glass option."

I turned onto the main roads that lead to the side streets to home and sighed.

"What was her break glass idea?"

Violet smiled nervously.

"That I get a few drinks in you, and when you go to bed, come in wearing the outfit you saw me on stage in... and then give you a lap dance, and when you were too horny to refuse you make the offer and play the ace."

I frowned, turning into the alley that lead to my garage. "The ace?"

"Yeah, my get out of jail free card, you know? He buys her an Audi and she walks funny for a week?"

"Ohhhhh," it finally dawned on me, slowly pulling into the garage. "I thought that wasn't on the table?"

The darkness of the garage covered Violet, "it's on the table if I need it to be. I like it when you spit on it put your thumb up there."

"Have you ever done it before?"

The tease of the pink starfish that winked at me whenever I had her from behind was catching my mind. A siren's call to it rang out in my head.

"A couple times," she admitted. "It wasn't very good, but for you... I'd try again."

The car pulled to a stop and I turned the engine off, closing my eyes and reaching out to Violet.

"C'mere."

She slid across to me as I pushed my seat back, her perfect, tempting ass slowly, unsure, pressing into my crotch. I wrapped my arms around her, sliding them under the hoodie to her soft belly, the taught dancers body underneath warm and shaking with anticipation.

"Vi, babe, today has been a whole thing. It's been amazing sex."

"Yeah," she sighed and pressed her face to my cheek.

"It's been your mom finding out about me, and us screwing while she listened."

"Fuck, I'd almost forgotten that..." I tickled Violet to get her back to me.

"It's been me finding out stuff about you that I'm glad you can trust me with."

Violet purred, pressing her face to my neck again, "yeah, I'm glad I told you."

"Me too. It's also been me finding out that you totally manipulated me, but I'm also fine with that because you were right, I would've been too chicken to make a move."

"You're sure you're not mad?"

My fingers slid down to her bare pussy, finding it not wet, but thickly greased. Ready if I wanted it. Thickly layered in my own juices, I slipped two fingers into Violet to a soft sigh from her.

I slipped my free hand to her pussy and withdrew the one slick with her thick lubrication. It went right underneath her, and as my fingers pierced her pussy with my left, and the index finger of my right pressed into the tight ring of Vi's asshole.

Her ass bounced up, but I caught her and pulled her back. "Shh, it's okay," I tickled her pussy, making sure to light her up, "just playing, I know I can't demand it."

Violet twisted in my lap, letting my fingers sink into her a bit more, "can we work up to it? Start playing a little more so I can get ready to take you... there? You're ahhh, that's nice, actually, you're bigger than the boyfriend who I let... y'know..."

I had kept playing with her while she talked, slipping another finger into her backdoor while she slowly gyrated on it. I was working her clit steadily, and she was getting warmer. The ring of her asshole was opening to my digits easily, the dripping leavings of my cum and her lubrication flowing from her puss down her taint to me as she gyrated on me. I began working a third finger in.

Violet sighed, enjoying my work on her body and laid her head back on my shoulder.

"That feels really good, Danny... what're you doing to me?"

I slid all three fingers out to her rim, and her eyes widened at the loss of pressure. "I had three fingers in your bottom, right to the knuckle, Vi."

Silently, she regarded me, glancing down toward her sex, realizing that the fingers in her pussy were still working, and sighing as my fingers returned to her ass. She hung her head forward and pressed back to me, her bottom grinding hard against my steely erection.

"Mmmm, of course you make it feel this good..." I pushed gently against the tight ring of her starfish and felt Violet's hands slipping across the front of my cargo shorts for the umpteenth time in the day. "We're trying this right now," she whispered.

She licked her hands, spitting in them as she rocked against my rod. Wetness wrapped me in her thing fingers as she roached between us to coat me with the spit on her fingers.

"I'll never hurt you," I promised, eyes alight as Vi leaned forward onto my knees, holding the steering wheel with one hand as she lined my cock up with the other, my fingers giving way as the thick purple head of my prick slipped against her tight hole, poking just a tiny bit into it as she let herself rock back.

"Mmm! Ohh, mm, you better not," Vi groaned as the work of my fingers let my cockhead pop into her. "Go slow."

I'd never told Violet this, or anyone else, but the reason Molly and I hadn't worked out in school is that she was saving herself for Mr. Right, and I wanted all the pussy I could get. A good Catholic girl, my only option was handy's and her backdoor on special occasions. It could only happen so often, and we'd both realized it wasn't going to work. Of course Jason had turned out to be Mr. Right in no time, but I wasn't bitter. Thanks to Molly, I knew how to put it up a girls ass right. I knew if I took my time, I might even get to make her cum.

Taking hold of her breasts, tweaking the nipples as she folded her calves back on either side of mine, Violet let my cockhead slowly inch into her, the wide ridge of my head compressing as the tight ring of her backdoor let it press in. I didn't pull, just played her clit, holding her breast across her chest, lightly encouraging her to sit back on me.

"Ohhhhhh... nng... ahhhohhh Danny..." Violet was falling into her arousal as I slowly entered her, letting her weight and comfort lead her. She held the steering wheel, still folded against it as she groaned and grunted at my invasion.

"How's that, Vi," I asked as she clenched and wriggled on me.

"Uhn... ahhh, more..," she gasped, slowly pressing back to me and gasping, "so full... fill me up..."

She kept whispering to me, her little ass slowly pressing back before she'd pull forward on the steering wheel and sighing as she slipped up my cock. I was beginning to press gently on her hips with my arm over her hip, pulling back just a tiny bit at her chest to encourage her. Violet's asshole had swallowed half of my cock when she let out a surprised whine of pleasure.

"Oh you like that, don't you?" Her passage was tightening on me, her bottom hovering just above my thighs. "Just a little more and you can ride, baby, you're going so good. You feel so good."

I kissed her neck, pulling her to me on an arched back as she whined and took another thick inch, the skin of her asscheeks grazing my thighs.

"Urg, oh Danny... ohhh you're.... ahhhh-ah, oooo you're hitting something..."

Violet began to move more, less tentative now that most of my length was inside the intense heat of her asshole, my cock being squeezed and clenched more tightly than she ever could otherwise. Violet slid forward on my hips, chasing my fingers that were working her clit hard, pushing them away so she could work herself. I could feel my release coming, but I wanted Vi to get the whole experience first.

"Do you like that spot," I pulled her hips back to me just a little as I pressed up into her, and Violet went rigid, her back arching and flexing, the pressure on my cock crushing me with pleasure.

She answered me with a squeak, a flush of warm girl cum from her quivering pussy, and a firm bounce into my lap to slap onto the skin of my thighs. "Yeaaaassss."

Taking her hips firmly in my hands, I began to pull Vi back and forth on my thighs as her ass swallowed my turgid cock, each penetration hitting something in her that made a deep growl grow in her slight chest, a high keen shaking as she exhaled with each slapping impact against my skin. She was fucking her own ass with my cock, losing herself as she worked the spot up her rectum with me.

"Nnnnnuuuhhhhhh," a deep moan of quaking pleasure echoed in the car out of Violet's throat as she stiffened, holding on a downstroke with my rod fully engulfed inside her. A tremor in her guts twisted then around me, pulling my cockhead into her and twisting as it felt like the shaft was being pushed out, and I hauled Violet down on my cock to shoot my load as deep in her as I could.

Overwhelmed, I clutched her to my chest as bellowed, "aaaoooow, fuck!" My cum was searing hot, boiling out of me into her, my shaft jolting with each hot rope bursting into Vi.

"Hoo! Ooo! Oh Danny!"

Vi was feeling it too, falling forward as I let go of her tits, rocked by the heat in her, she landed on the steering wheel and set off a honk, gasping through my rough climax.

"Ohhhh Danny... oh my god how did you do that Danny..."

Violet was a puddle in my lap, slowly curling back to me, twisting to kiss me as my eyes cleared from the stars I'd seen.

"All you baby, was all you," was all I could muster.

"Oh shit," Pete yelped, and slammed the door of the garage behind him.

Vi turned to me with huge eyes full of surprise and shock, red and sweaty, she collapsed back into me, "ugggh, whyyyyy? We've gotten caught three for three!"

I tried to stifle a chuckle, lifting her from my lap so I could sit up, feeling the rush of sticky fluid between us.

"It's just the way today is going. He called a few times and I kept missing it, of course he came by."

*

We emerged from the garage, me out front holding my sodden shorts up, the front of my untucked shirt unsuccessful in hiding the mess. Behind me, Vi had pulled the hood up over her head, and was holding the hem of the long shirt as far over her ass and front as she could, scooting along behind me.

Pete stood in the yard, glancing up and shielding his eyes.

"Hey man, I'm sorry I missed your calls..."

He shook his head, avoiding eye contact, and smiled sheepishly, "s'ok Dan, it looks like a good reason. Hi Vi."

She peeked out from behind me and risked waving to him with a bright smiled, "hi sweetie! I'll come back and say hi in a bit."

Violet scooted to the back door, trying it, turning to me as I tossed her my keys, and was gone.

Standing with Pete in the yard, we both watched where she'd been as if an after-image of next little girlfriend was hanging in the air.

"What happened to her pants," Pete asked.

*

We caught up a little. He'd been calling because he needed to move back in. Soon. His mom and sister were starting to team up on him, and he couldn't take it anymore. There was something else that he wouldn't say, but he insisted I go and get cleaned up first when I tried to hug him and he leapt back.

"No way man. No way. I'm glad you two are together and having fun, but I don't want that on me. I'll bring in the boxes in your car once it stops smelling like a clam bake." He pointed to the house. "Shower. Please."

Heading upstairs, I noticed that Violet had gone to the shower in her old room, the water still running, so I hopped into the one in the main bathroom, soaping up and rinsing the sticky scent of our marathon of sex off of me. I wondered if I'd have anything left for the night, already imagining that Violet was probably sore, wondering if I might be able to get a blowjob out of her to finish the three hole hat trick? It'd never been something I'd had a shot at, and she did like to end a nice day right... I plotted further sexual adventures as the water started to run cold.

I checked out the bathroom door, knowing full well that if Pete came in to use the bathroom, he'd use the small powder-room on the first floor. Violet and I had been careless and caught up in each other all day, that was why we'd gotten caught three times, but experience had taught me to check just in case. I'd gotten an eyeful of Pete's third arm once or twice in the decade we'd roomed together. I didn't have any desire to show off my package.

Slipping down the hall to my bedroom, I found Violet naked on the bed, her towel wrapped tightly into her breasts as she pressed her hand to her face and gritted her teeth while she listened to the phone.

I assumed it was her mom, only for her to look up at me, giving my cock a satisfied, appraising look, and pointing a finger gun to her head and mocking shooting herself.

"Mom, I've been busy all day, that's why I didn't call you back. I told you this morn-"

She closed her eyes tight and growled.

"That's really cruel, mom. No. No! Because we're in love and there's nothing wrong with us having... well I didn't intend for you to hear it!"

She stopped, looking at me like she was drowning, a flush of anger rising in her pale neck. I'd sat down next to her, leaning in to kiss Violet's neck as I pulled the towel around her just a little to loosen it, but I could hear her mother's sour, self-indulgent voice echoing through the phone.

"... my daughter would ever do such a thing, but you've always been a little whore since you were a girl, flashing your bits at Jim, you're the reason he left!"

"He got arrested for raping me," Violet exploded, shouting angrily, "and he would've gone to jail if it wasn't for you lying about it, you addict fucking cunt!"

I was frozen, watching in slow motion as the sweet, almost comically kind young woman I was so deep in love and lust with exploded. Unable to keep up with what she said after that first volley, I gaped, Violet's rage filling the air around us as she tore strips off her mother.

Slowly, I reached for her phone hand, grasping it, hot and red with her rage, but cooling as my fingers slipped into hers and pulled the device from her as I hugged her to me. I put the phone to my ear, and was battered by the screeching of rage.

I cleared my throat loudly, "hi, uh, Mrs. Shelby..."

"Who in the fuck is this?"

She certainly was living up to the hype. I took a deep breath.

"I'm Dan, Violet's boyfriend, I- no you're going to listen a minute," I cut her off mid-screech. "I love Violet, wildly. I'm planning life with her. Yes, I know she was a dancer, it's not how we met, and I know about you. And Jim."

Things quieted down. Vi looked at me miserably, tears streaked down her face.

"I figured it'd be good to calm things down for now, and I wanted to tell you that I'm totally crazy in love with her. She'll talk to you when you can be kind." A deep inhale was starting on the other end of the line, "bye."

I hung up, tossing the phone over my shoulder to the corner of the bed where it bounded and clattered on the floor.

"Fuck me, your mom is a piece of work, huh?"

Violet was on me with a powerful bear hug, wrapping her arms around my ribs as she clutch me. She was still crying, but it had slowed to sniffles.

"She's the worst. I'm sorry you had to see me freak out like that, I just," she cried into my bare chest, and I remembered that we were both naked, "I just can't stand her being so cruel."

I raised her face to mine, hand cupping her chin, "I get it. I really do. My dad was like that, and my brother is the same. Their only move is to make everyone else as miserable as them. But I promise I'll get between you and anyone that makes you feel that way," I assured her, "I swear."

Violet noticed we were naked too, and her hand crept to my groin, slender fingers massaging my balls.

"Mmmm, these still feel pretty heavy." She stroked my hardening shaft, pushing her tongue into my foreskin and tracing the thickening ridge of my cock head before looking up at me. "I love that you helped, but you don't need to do that with my mom, okay? I can handle her. I just got overwhelmed because it's been a big day."

Violet leaned forward, closing her lips around the ridge of my helmet, slowly dragging her lips along the sensitive skin. Violet looked up a me with a mischievous smiled.

"Vi..," I hesitated, already feeling the stir in me that would make this round four, "Vi, baby, I'm sorry if I overstepped. I know you do t want to talk about your mom anymore, but Pete's downstairs."

"C'mon Danny, don't you want your triple crown," she stretched out, extending her torso and clasping her tits. "I know you do. Don't you lie to me and say you don't."

I laughed, "I was told it was a golden hat trick, but I like yours better," and that got a knowing, but somewhat goofy smile, breaking the tension. "I'm just a little worried I'd shoot air. I need a little recovery time."

"Mmm," Violet leaned in and stroked me lightly, sighing. "Okay, but no more of my

Mom today, right?"

"Easiest deal ever." I pulled Violet close for a hug that turned to a gentle kiss. "Right. Let's go see our friend."

*

We ended up ordering a pizza and having beers with Pete in the back until the sun was down. We'd talked to him often during the early months of the pandemic, usually at least four or five times every week, so we were up on the details of his life, and he ours, but it was different being there with him, better.

Violet told him about how classes were going, how she was enjoying coasting a bit now that she was guaranteed to get her degree in a couple of months. She'd been putting out resumes to try to get a decent gig in the social work field, not exactly a big money specialty, but she was passionate about it. After the day we had, I finally understood why, too.

Despite it being a day that was a lot of fun, like, a lot, she'd revealed more of herself so quickly to me, and I realized how guarded Violet was. I was also starting to realize that my fears of our relationship being a convenience for her were completely dashed. She was maybe more all-in than I was after today. I found myself putting an arm around her and leaning in to kiss her temple as she badgered Pete about getting a girlfriend.

"But Pete, sweetie, you're the nicest guy, and you're cute, I guarantee girls like you."

He blushed, stuttering with embarrassment, "I've just, Vi, it's kinda hard to keep them around is all."

She looked exasperated and turned to me, "why? I don't understand why."

I knew why, and I'd told him a hundred times that he just needed to find a way to get a girl who was into that, but Pete being Pete, even more neurotic than me, had been scarred by too many disasters in high school. The nicknames had gotten around, he'd had one night stands that confirmed it and publicized it. He'd been treated like a trophy for the shelf by girls in our twenties, and he'd been so embarrassed that he'd never even let them come back for a second try when they wanted to.

"Baby, just-" I tried to council her, but she was working on her third beer, and half the size of me, she was getting a little keyed up.

"No way, Pete's awesome and I want him to have a girlfriend!"

I turned to Pete, who'd put his head in his hands. "Can I just tell her? It's not like you're malformed or something."

"It kinda is, Dan," he sighed. "But fuck it, fine."

"Pete had a rough time because some rumours got around about him when we were in school, and it was kind of a thing. Measuring your junk was a big thing at the time, y'know?"

Violet rolled her eyes, "okay, whatever, some girls are smaller down there and don't want to get punched in the cervix with a-"

I was shaking my head back and forth frantically, pointing upward as she talked through her buzz, and Violet's eyes slowly went wide.

"-but some girls do..." she trailed off, realization dawning on her. She turned to Pete, "it's that big?"

He didn't look up. I'd never seen it up close myself, but I'd known Pete since we were kids. I'd seen him wear pants that didn't restrain it enough, we'd been in gym class together. I had a decent idea. Violet locked onto me, whispering drunkenly as if Pete couldn't hear.

"You're, like, this," she held her hands apart below the table to show the length of my cock. I laughed.

I protested. "Vi, babe, I'm not that-"

"You fucking well are. I would know."

It was my turn to blush, I felt like she was giving me a lot of credit I didn't deserve. She held up her hands. "Peter, tell me when to stop," and she began to slowly increase the space between her hands. "Stem to tip, no cheating."

He finally looked up, face full of embarrassment and shame, "Vi, I really didn't want to know how big Dan is..."

"Focus, Peter," she snapped.

I couldn't help but laugh as he watched her miserably get to a ridiculous size, looking at me, and I shrugged.

"Buddy, I can look away if you want, but she's not gonna stop now."

Pete sat back and looked at the sky, "uuuuuugh, fuck. Fine." He swigged his beer. "Start over Vi."

It took a minute, but Violet was impressed when he finally told her to stop. She looked at the space between her hands, mentally calculating. "Really?"

"Yeah," Pete nodded sadly, "kinda made me a trophy that girls wanted to win, but it was embarrassing. They wanted a picture and shit, and it wasn't any good usually..."

Violet looked at me excitedly, back to Pete, her hands still holding the surprisingly wide distance between.

"Honey, you need a size queen, that's all. Not one of those touristy bitches." She leapt up, wobbled a little and righted herself, "I'm on it!"

Both Pete and I stared after her, exchanging a confused look as she ran off into the house, taking her phone out and typing madly.

"I'm gonna regret that, aren't I," Pete sighed.

I drained my bottle. "Ehh, nah, she actually wants to help you, she likes you," I tried to reassure him. "Besides, who's better to do that than a girl? You can't go around telling women that you only want someone that can handle your donkey dick, but she can that for you like an agent. They talk about that stuff."

Pete rolled his eyes, "sure man. I just glad you two are going good. Is next week enough time for you to steam clean every surface you've gotten freak on?"

I thought about it, "nah. It'll be fine. I'm gonna spray fabric freshener everywhere."

He laughed.

"So listen, though, Dan, I gotta talk to you about another thing, and maybe it's better Vi isn't here for it."

Worried, I leaned in across the table toward him, "you can talk about anything in front of her. She knows it all."

Pete cocked his head, "oh yeah? Okay, noted, but how do you think that she'll feel about Becca wanting to talk to you?"

===========================

By the time Pete left, I was spent. Physically, and mentally spent. Violet had eventually come back outside, refusing to tell Pete any of her evil plans, but clearly having them. I'd told him to tell Vi about Becca, the former roommate and girlfriend that had gotten me arrested for raping her. It had been a misunderstanding mostly borne of a gung-ho cop, but I hadn't spoken to her in years, and her number and email was blocked on all of my accounts at Molly, my old friend turned lawyer's, insistence.

"You call Molly tomorrow, and just sleep on what you want to do, Danny," Violet had said, "if she really wants to apologize, it might be good for you."

Heading to bed, I brushed my teeth and went to the bedroom in a haze, only to find Violet there, perched on the edge of the bed wearing just her smile.

"Time to get our trophy, baby. Strip."

My cock twitched, tired, but eager, and I pulled my shirt over my head.

"Aren't you sore? I can't believe you want to go again," I chuckled as she stood to help pull my shorts down, pressing her delectable breasts to my chest as she kissed my collarbone.

"Not too bad, besides, we're going to have a nice, slow, bed day tomorrow," Vi insisted as her fingers curled into the band of my boxers. "My ass feels a little funny, but it doesn't hurt."

My boxers hit the floor with a swipe of her hands, and Vi grabbed my stiffening meat, stepping back to the bed to sit as I drew close, my cockhead swelling as she began to kiss it.

"Mmmmm," she hummed, "you are a little tired," and stroked my cock, grabbing one hip and turning me to the bed as she slid to her knees, "sit down, baby, let me get my sugar."

I slipped my hand into her hair and exhaled slowly as her lips worked my tip, her tongue flickering across the tip, "you are sugar," I sighed, feeling myself swell in her mouth.
 "I like that," Violet slapped my cock into her cheek, letting me feel her warm skin, "Sugar."

She swallowed me, bobbing a few times, getting me going. I took the back of her head in my hand, "ahhh! Oh goddamn, Sugar," I tried out the name and got a happy hum as a reward. "Oh shit, give me some, Sugar," I gasped as she began to lap at my cock, bottom to the tip with long licks of her pink tongue.

Violet pushed me to the bed, my ass and legs hanging off the mattress as I lay back, and began to make loud slurping noises as she worked me. I was in agony, I was in ecstasy.

We got our trophy.

She crawled up next to me, a splatter of cum across her lips and nose that she wiped away, sucking from her finger as she swallowed.

"Hail the king, baby," she grinned.