Going to the Car Wash

(forced inhalation)

Mark was washing his car with the garden hose when he saw the neighbor’s house sister emerge from their backyard.

He had heard that her name was Kat, that she was a freshman in college and that she had at least three boyfriends who had exclusive access to her. He had learned all of that through word of mouth from his neighbor’s wife, after stuffing her ass full of cock. These details did not mean as much to him as what he saw with his own two eyes. What he saw pleased him.

Kat wore a red spandex one-piece swimsuit that clung to her lithe body like a second skin. Her dirty blonde hair and creamy skin were wet from the pool, droplets glistening in the afternoon sun. Her hips swayed to and fro as she strutted across his neighbor’s front yard and into their house. She re-emerged, still wet, with a glass of lemonade in her hand.

He waved at her, casually, and turned his attention back to the car. The next time he glanced over at her, she was standing beside him.

“Nice ride,” she whistled. “You take a lot of girls for a spin in this thing?”

“If you count fucking their brains out a spin, yea.”

She laughed or rather snorted at his joke. Then her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. “I wanna take you for a spin.”

Mark was distracted by her nipples poking through the swimsuit. Her breasts were small but he found that an asset rather than a flaw. “Don’t you have a boyfriend? Three boyfriends?”

She sank to her knees and tugged his shorts down to his ankles. He gasped as she snaked her hands around to grab his ass and swallowed his cock in one gulp. She worked her lips and mouth on the stiffening rod, her head bobbing up and down like fish bait on a lake. She serviced him so lovingly that he thought, for a head-spinning moment, that he was one of her boyfriends.

His cock twitched and pulsed in her mouth, swelled to a rock-solid length. She closed her eyes, let out a gagged moan as she worked her lips on the head. She slavered over the tip with her tongue, rolling the little pink thing over the top before swallowing his cock whole.

“Fuck...oh fuck...”

Kat withdrew with a pop and a smack of her lips. She smiled at the glistening head, nodded with approval at his dangling length and took the whole cock down her throat. She held it there, hands free, all of five seconds until he came. The little apple in her throat bobbed as she swallowed his thick load down to the last drop. She pulled away and licked her lips with a satisfied hum.

Mark took a moment to catch his breath. “God...damn.” He looked down at her with a look of pure incredulity. “Why do you have boyfriends again? That mouth needs to be open-source.”

She smiled coquettishly and reached for her lemonade. “They know how to please a girl,” she remarked, washing down his cum with her drink. “Three dicks are enough. Plus the occasional random.”

Mark glanced at the fallen garden hose. “I think you ought to change your mind about that.” He picked up the leaking hose and grabbed her head. “Open up. I’ve got something else I want you to suck on.”

Her eyes had been closed from drinking the lemonade. When the hose slipped into her mouth, she opened them widely and made confused, gagged noises with her throat. He shoved the hose as far down her gullet as he could and turned up the pressure.

Kat struggled wildly against him. She pushed at his legs, shoved at his hips, tried to yank the hose out of her mouth but his grip on her scalp was viselike. He watched her throat bob as the water gushed down into her belly. Pain and panic colored her features and her brown eyes pleaded with him for her life.

“Your boyfriends will be disappointed when you don’t show.” He yanked her shirt, wet hair back to force more water into her. “Oh well. They can find another set of holes.”

She answered him with watery gurgles. Foamy bubbles escaped from the corners of her mouth and her body began to twitch and convulse. A small bloat had formed in her belly and her eyes, though fixed on him, grew unfocused.

Mark held the hose in her throat until her twitching had grown weak. He twisted the knob counterclockwise and lowered the pressure until the water slowed down to a trickle. When he pulled the hose out, water spilled from her slack mouth to splatter on the concrete of his driveway. Her eyes were glazed over, her face frozen in a kind of blank agony and moments later, she pissed out some of the water she had been forced to drink.

Mark released his grip on her hair, let her collapse into a drooling heap on the ground. He picked up the hose and turned the water back on.

Her holes could wait. He still had a car to wash.