Diarrhea Drive-In

Cherry walked through the drive-in to the back where rows of seats were set up right under the projector. Her silky, bright ginger hair - her namesake - lifted softly in the cool night breeze. She wore a blue sweater and a matching blue skirt, decorated with yellow and orange diamond patterns. Her puffy socks were bunched around her elegant ankles. 

She sat down in a chair in the front row, crossing her arms in the chill. A few rows behind her, she immediately drew the attention of Dallas. A greaser bad boy, Dallas was wearing a black leather jacket and jeans. He smirked and lit a cigarette. 

"Cute redhead, huh?" Dallas said, not anyone in particular, but loud enough to get Cherry's attention. Cherry's eyes darted to the to the left, alerted by the sound behind her. 

Boots crunching in the grass, Dallas leaned forward so his head hovered next to Cherry's. 

"Tell me," he smirked. "Are you a real redhead?"

Cherry smiled even though she was trying not to, but still avoided looking him in the eyes. 

"How do I know," Dallas said, slowly, taking in her soft doll-like features. 

"That the hair up here-" he pointed to her head.

"Matches the hair down there?" His eyes and nose pointed down to Cherry's lap. Cherry followed his gaze, and the smile on her face began to fade and her expression became stony. Dallas winked. 

"It matches your eyebrows, so..."

Cherry pursed her lips together in growing annoyance. 

Proud that his teasing was working, Dallas sat back down into his seat with his arms folded. Then, confidence growing, he lifted his feet and planted his heels on the back of Cherry's chair like it was a footrest. 

"Get your feet of my chair and shut your trap!" Cherry fumed.

"Oh, you're making me shake," Dallas taunted.

Cherry ignored him. Dallas frowned but didn't move his feet. 

"Why don't you be nice and leave me alone?!" Cherry shouted, her patience thinning. 

Dallas leaned forward again, taken aback by her outburst. "Sure, I'll be nice. Can I interest you in a coca cola or something?"

"GET LOST, HOOD!" Cherry shouted, turning and aiming her words directly into his ear. 

Dallas stood up and chuckled, "Sorry about that. Didn't know you had a problem with yelling in my face. I know when I'm not wanted."

Cherry huffed and settled back in her chair. Dallas walked in front of her and as he walked past, her eyes couldn't help but linger on his jeans riding up into his buttcrack, squeezing his cheeks. 

Cherry watched the movie alone, at least for a few minutes. Dallas came back, holding two cups filled with cola. He sat down next to her and handed her one of the drinks. Cherry took the drink without thinking, squinting at it like it was a sworn enemy. 

"I thought this would cool you off," Dallas muttered to her. 

Cherry's lips twisted. She looked at the petulant thug sitting next to her. 

"Maybe it'll cool you off, greaser!" she exploded, dumping the icy cold soda directly into Dallas’s crotch. 

"OUUHHH! OHH!" Dallas gasped. His back arched and he half-stood up on his knees, stretching his hips and his freezing junk forward. He looked down at his poor half-frozen crotch with bulging eyes of pure surprise. 

A gleeful, sadistic smile spread over Cherry's face.

"On second thought," she said, grabbing at Dallas’s belt, "Why don't I heat you up!"

Too stunned to defend himself, Cherry wrenched down Dallas’s pants, exposing his tightie-whities, which shone in the darkness. 

"H-hey!" Dallas shouted, but Cherry wasn't through yet. She grabbed Dallas’s hips and pulled him over her lap. He fell chest-first into her knees with a thud. 

"OOUUFF!" He groaned. 

"Shut up!" Cherry said. With both hands and greedy eyes filled with excitement, she wrenched Dallas’s jeans down his long, struggling legs, and tossed them onto the grass. 

"Hey! At least buy me dinner first!" Dallas shouted, trying to joke, but his eyes were filling with panic. 

Cherry's fingers crept back up Dallas’s toned legs. She grabbed the cotton of his briefs and yanked them off his legs with one powerful, massive tug. Dallas swallowed. His cock and balls bounced against Cherry's skirt. He felt the night air on his fuzzy bubble butt. Cherry stared down at the gorgeous ass and the large weighty testicles laying fully extended and against the back of his cock, pressing the pulsing and growing member into the fabric of her skirt. She leaned forward, transfixed, hypnotized by the naked man over her lap. She breathed deeply, taking in the musky scent of his balls and ass, the bittersweet smell of his sweat. Her heart raced, she adjusted her knees together, the dampness, the need in her to be filled by this gorgeous cock, the heady, breathless, tense desire was her entire body. 

Then Dallas farted in her face. 

Cherry recoiled and Dallas snickered. 

"Thar she blows!" He joked. 

Senses regained, face flushed, Cherry glared down at him and gripped his underpants in a clenched fist. She swung her arm and shoved the sweaty briefs into Dallas’s laughing face. Dallas tried to gag and scream. The sudden smell and taste of his own rank ass-sweat overwhelmed his senses. 

"MMMPPHHH!"

With her other hand, Cherry swung her hand like a paddle against Dallas’s naked ass. The cheeks smacked against each other and shook and rippled from the impact. 

SMACK!

"MMMPFFF!"

SMAACCK!

"MMM!MM!MMMFF!"

SMACKKKK!

"MMPPHRRRF!"

Cherry was relentless paddling his buns over and over. Dallas wiggled and squirmed and screamed. His, now very erect, cock awkwardly poking her in the leg, and his balls bouncing and bobbing with each impact. Drive-thru patrons on their way to their seats or returning to their cars from the concession stand, paused to watch and snicker at Dallas’s naked, painful humiliation. 

Finally, Cherry was done, and she pushed Dallas off her into the seat next to her. His ass hit the cold metal and he winced at the stinging pain of his swollen red buttcheeks. 

Cherry adjusted her blouse and hair, very aware of her flushed, sweaty face and her erect nipples. 

"Maybe now we can watch the movie in peace!" She said. 

Dallas glared at her, his underwear still shoved deep in his mouth. His cock was still sticking straight up, freezing in the cold, but not showing signs of deflating any time soon. Then, a wicked grin spread over his face. 

Squinting in concentration, he squeezed, and a hissing fart escaped out of his naked ass. 

PPPPHHHRRRRT

"Oh my God!" Cherry gasped, more in surprise than disgust. 

Dallas grinned as best he could while gagged and squeezed harder. 

PPPHHHRRBBBTTBBTT

A gurgling belching fart ripped through his ass and echoed against the chair. 

Cherry was looking around in panic, disgusted, fascinated, annoyed, and aroused all at once. "You're sick!" She exclaimed. 

Dallas winked and leaned forward. Pulling his wounded cheeks apart, her spread open his asshole and squeezed even harder. 

SSSPPLLLLRRTTTPPHHHBBBTT

Sloppy turds slid and farted out of Dallas’s ass, filling the air around both his seat and Cherry's with the heated rancid energy of his ass. His asshole sputtered, covering the chair with it's contents. The turds and semisolid clumps of shit slipped off the chair and slipped onto the ground. Each bursting gasp of farting defecation filled Cherry's head with the rancid, almost burning, fecal stench of the inside of this man's ass. Her mouth was an annoyed frown, but her eyes were glazed with pleasure. 

When he was done, Dallas sat down, his ass squashed into his own feces with a horrific splat. The shit exploded up, coating his balls and buttcheeks with his own filth. 

The sound was so sudden, that Cherry covered her open mouth in shock, trying to regain her senses and cover the wide open smile spreading across her face. She gasped, trying to avoid bursting into frenzied laughter as Dallas adjusted his ass on his shit-filled chair, squishing and squashing in the warm sticky ass slime. 

Dallas leaned toward her, his underwear stuffed, smug face looking absolutely absurd. He breathed in, smelling her hair. 

Cherry couldn't help but chuckle. "You have no shame, don't you?"

On the massive screen, a heroine dressed in cowboy clothes crept through a canyon, only to be surprised as the inhuman scream of a pouncing puma. 

Cherry jumped at the sound, so shaken, that she leapt and fell into Dallas’s lap. Her flailing legs wrestled against his lightning rod cock as she grabbed at his shoulders in absolute fright. As the heroine on screen scared the puma away with her trusty whip, Cherry adjusted herself in Dallas’s lap and arms, fitting into them, feeling his wide, warm chest. She nestled her head against his shoulder. The warm stink of his shit enveloped them like a blanket, mixing with the sharp and sweet smell of her strawberry perfume. 

"You're not bad, greaser," she whispered into his ear. "But don't think I'm not going to tan that filthy ass of yours as soon as this movie's over."

***

SHHMMAACCKK

"MMMPPHHEEIII!"

Leaning against the chain-link fence with his wrists bound in his own jeans, the bottomless Dallas jerked and spasmed and screamed through his underwear gag as he was mercilessly whipped with his own belt. His shit-coated ass made gooey splattering smacking sounds, and the cheeks warped under the swing of the make-shift leather whip. 

SSHHHMMAACCK

"MMMPPHHHMMNMM!!"

Behind him, Cherry swung again at his ass, a bright grin on her face, watching the contorting filthy man wriggle against the fence. His rocket hard cock stuck forward like a missile and his eyes were watering with tears. 

Cherry was so focused on Dallas’s dick, that, as she swung the belt upward, she missed his ass entirely, and the long strip of leather accidentally swung up and lashed against Dallas’s dangling swollen balls with such force that it yanked and slammed them up against his waist. 

"MMMPPHHHOOUUHH!"

Dallas doubled over and howled. His eyes were squeezed shut. He crumpled into a little ball, struggling to clutch his assaulted testicles with his bound hands, sticking his shitty slimy bottom in the air in the process. 

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry, Dallas!" Cherry stood in shock, horrified by the inhuman pain that Dallas seemed to be in. She dropped the belt and squatted down next to him. She tugged at Dallas’s jeans and removed them from his wrists and hands. Dallas immediately clutched his swollen and throbbing testicles in his hands, whimpering. 

Cherry sat next to his crumpled form in the grass, guilt filling her stomach and the stench of his shit filling her nose. Slowly her hand reached out and she ran her fingers through Dallas’s hair, comforting him. Dallas looked up surprised. Cherry's hand slid down his neck, then his back, finding his muscular, hairy thigh, massaging it, reaching her hand around and feeling the muscles on the inside. 

Dallas and Cherry looked into each other’s eyes and leaned toward each other. Her hair brushed against his face. With her teeth, she gently pulled the underwear gag out of his mouth and dropped it onto the ground. His lips met hers, and hers locked onto his, tasting the sweaty, dry, cotton taste of his mouth, her tongue exploring. His hands moved away from his balls, running his hands down her skirt clad legs. The rustle of her clothes and the soft wet noises of their kissing seemed to envelop their world. They interlocked, him slowly shifting on top of her, his hands reaching up, becoming more bold, feeling her hips, her hands grabbing at his wide torso and chest, pulling him over her. She lay in the soft grass, her body pressed against the man on top of her, taking in their mixing scents. Dallas lay on top of her, his body between her legs. His shit coated, filthy naked ass sticking up toward the sky.