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You are Vinyl Scratch, and you are super fucking horny. Like goddamn. Honestly, fuck cell phones. You were in the middle of getting laid, but someone apparently needs a DJ on notice shorter than his dick. And you can't just tell him to fuck off, because people fucking talk to each other, and if you blow off this gig that you didn't even want, you can kiss any more gigs goodbye. And so here you are, driving to light up some shitty bar that you can't even get a drink at, instead of getting your pussy eaten by the boobiest girl in town. Mother. Fucker.

Well, at least you have her panties. Stuffed right into yours, how about that. On second thought… you take them out of your pants and put them in the glove box. You want to keep her scent on them. Of course, your panties are fucking soaked, and without that extra material, you're going to be dripping all over the floor. God, maybe you should do that, go commando, even. That'd be pretty hot.

Nah, at this rate it would only look like you'd pissed yourself.

Well fuck. You pull over. You reopen the glove box and get a tampon out. You put one leg up on the steering wheel and work your pants down a little so you can pop that fucker in. It's a goddamn waste of cum that you could be rubbing all over Tavi's face; she'd love it too, lap it all up with a smile on her face. Motherfucker, is there time to rub one out before you get there? You check the clock. Of course there isn't.

Goddamn, you need something up there. Something that's not a fucking tampon. A thick dildo, or even better, Octavia's tongue and fingers, like you thought you were gonna get. You are actually so horny it hurts. You feel legitimate pain in your pussy. Fuck.

And you're fucking finally at the place. You get in there, and it turns out they've actually got a half decent set up. Which is honestly fucking amazing. You've been doing this for a while and your expectations keep getting lower and lower. It's not as good as your stuff, of course, but it'll do.

You put something generic on while you watch the crowd, get a feel for them. You end up mostly just thinking about how hot you are. Seriously though, it's pretty hot up where you are. It doesn't help that you're wearing so much. You know some other chicks who do their shows barely wearing anything at all, in bikinis and shit. That ain't your brand though, even if you'd be more willing than any of them to go the last step and get up here nude. But you get enough dude staring at you anyway. Like, yeah, you've got an awesome body, but boys are just, no. You really don't understand how anyone can be into guys. But whatever, you're not the one wasting your evening chasing what you're never gonna get.

That heat is gonna be exicting after a while though. You just now realize you forgot your bra at Octy's place. With how you're sweating, everyone's going to be able to see right through your shirt by the end of the night. God, that just makes you hornier. Fucking let them.

You often wonder if anyone would notice if you started touching yourself up here. Even better is when you think about getting Octavia up here. She could duck down under your console, have her head in your lap.

Ooh baby, it's getting horny in here. At first it was just you, but you're good at what you do. The music's really getting into people's blood. You see a lot of people getting down out there, grinding against each other, oh yeah!

After a while you get into it enough to forget how horny you are. You just lose yourself in the music. You do still notice the occasional chick out there and think about sitting on their faces, though but that's normal. For you.

It's real late when you leave. Not that late, really, the sun's not up yet. But the important part is that it's too late to head back to Tavi's. Despite being a grown woman, she's still big on "bedtimes." You smile thinking about it. She's adorable. But that still leaves you with a helluva case of… you don't even know what to call it. Does it count as "blue balls" when you don't have balls? Point is, you need to cum or there isn't any point in even trying to sleep. And sure, you have a perfectly good bedroom at home that you can touch yourself in, but that's no fun. There's a whole world out here.

You cruise around for a while, looking for a good place to fap. You head out towards the edge of town, you've been to plenty of sweet parties out around here, so you know there's good spots to hang around without being disturbed.

Once you've got that idea it doesn't take you too long to find a nice lookout. You park, and you peel your shirt off. Not that it was doing much. By the time you left the bar it was like you'd been in a wet t-shirt contest. Your nips were showing right through. You pull your pants down too, and stop. Wait a minute, you can get off in your car anywhere, what's the point in coming out here if you don't take advantage of it?

You get nice and naked. You grab Octavia's panties and get out of your car. You stand around a while, enjoying the breeze: nothing between you and the wind, the way it should be.

You climb up on the hood of your car and lay there. The glass of the windshield is cool on your back, and the heat from the engine warms your butt. You spread your legs wide, let the whole world see!

You take a whiff of the panties and stick your other hand in your pussy. God, you need this. God, you've been soaked for hours. God, Octavia's panties smell good. Not just her arousal, though there's a lot of that— a lot that you put there. There's a lot of other smells too, her sweat and piss. And you like them all, though you're certainly not going to tell her you like the way her piss smells.

Fuck you're wet. You're finger fucking yourself, and it's making this real loud sound, a loud, wet, squishing. You add your voice to the sound. "Uunnngh," you moan.

You rub your cunt even harder; you hold the panties over your face, imagining that they're full of Octavia's ass, that you're eating her out again while she plays with your snatch, like she did that one time in the hotel room on that trip for Band.

You cream yourself right there, you slut. You cum all over the hood of your car; your fingers hold your labia wide open so anyone passing by down below can see your pussy twitching, can maybe even catch some of the spray as you gush. You spray your juices all over your hood. God, that's fucking hot to look at. You need to get Octavia out here some night so she can see it.

She isn't a squirter like though. You wish she was though. She always takes it like a champ when you gush in her face, it would be the least you could do to return the favor.

And as you think about what that would be like, your fingers sneak back into your pussy. You get back into your favorite rhythm, your middle and ring fingers getting in deep, with your thumb on top getting your clit. It hasn't let you down yet, and now, riding on the orgasm you just had, it doesn't disappoint. You cum again, just as hard as the first time, but with less waterworks.

You lay there, panting, for a while. You resist the urge to just sleep there, though your body wants to. You figure you've given your body enough for the moment, and climb off the car. You do feel like you should piss before you get going, though. You step back from your car and relieve yourself right there. Ah, the freedom of the great outdoors.

You get back in your car and wipe yourself off with your panties. You don't put anything back on though, you're just going home now, so there's no need.

A short drive later, you pull into the family garage. You gather up all your clothes in a bundle under your arm and walk on inside.

Your parents aren't up, which doesn't surprise you; it's pretty late. Your little brother is, though, on the family computer like always, gaming. Your honestly surprised you haven't walked in on him watching porn yet. A boy his age ought to be jacking it like crazy— it sure didn't stay a secret for long when you discovered those things.

Eh, whatever. You figure he's just gay and doesn't want to admit it.

You tap him on the shoulder as a nice surprise on your way up. It scares the shit out of him.

"Jesus! Vinyl!" He jumps up.

He thinks you don't notice him switching the window on the screen, or his boner. He's up to something alright.

You're tired, though. You just mess up his hair, laugh a little and head on up to bed. You dream of big, gray tits.