Symphony awoke the next morning feeling even hornier than before. Damn! Her cunt was hot, tingling with desire. Naked, she popped in a cassette and watched the screen, sitting on the edge of the bed with her middle finger buried between the soft folds of her snatch.
On the screen a young blonde woman, perhaps just a year older than Symphony, was sitting in a chair with her legs crossed. She was small-breasted, but her face was the center of her sexual powers. Her cheekbones were high and her wide mouth promised great caresses.
A man stepped into the picture. He stood in front of the woman, hands in his pockets, talking. Symphony couldn't hear his voice because she had the volume turned down, but she had already memorized every word of the film so that didn't bother her.
Soon three more men stepped into the picture, all standing and talking to the woman who remained seated. The men surrounded the blonde, all smiling and talking.
"Give it to her," Symphony whispered, rubbing her clit lightly with her finger. "Fuck her! Make her suck your cocks!" Her words were hoarse, soft, tainted with the frustration she felt in her body.
On the screen, one of the men reached out and grabbed the woman's tit. She batted his hand away and smiled, not taking his advance seriously. Then another man grabbed her tit and the blonde lost her smile. After that there was a flurry of action. The actress rose from her chair and tried to walk away, but the men grabbed her. They tore at her clothes as she was jerked around the room like a rag doll. She was pushed to her knees and one man held her hands behind her back. Then the other men got out of their clothes while the woman screamed.
"Fuck me! Make me suck your cocks," Symphony chanted, envisioning the actress to be herself.
An actor stepped in front of the actress, holding his hard cock in his hand. She closed her mouth, and he grabbed her by the hair, snapping her head back. Her mouth opened and immediately was filled with his meat. He fucked her face mercilessly, ramming his cock deep into her mouth. The actor was soon pushed away by his colleagues, and another actor was stabbing his hard cock between the blonde's tight lips.
After sucking several cocks, the blonde was picked up and carried to a table. She was splayed out on her back, head hanging down over the edge of the table while her legs were held out on the other end. A man got between her legs and started fucking his cock into her cunt fast while three men were positioned near her open mouth.
"Fuck me! Give me your come!" Symphony begged, now sliding two fingers in and out of her swat. "Shove your cocks in my mouth."
The man fucking the blonde pulled his dick from her, then jerked off. His jism shot out the end of his cock, hitting her in the stomach and matting the curly blonde hair at her snatch. As soon as he was finished, another actor took his place and began fucking like a madman.
As the woman sucked cock, her chin aimed up in the air, an actor uncorked his prick from her mouth and jerked off on her face and neck. As soon as he came, another actor took his place.
"Come on me! Shoot your jism all over me! On my face! In my mouth! On my pussy!" Symphony pulled on her nipples as she finger-fucked herself. Her clit was pouring out pussy juice and her hand was coated with the clear fluid.
As the men whacked on their meats, the blonde became increasingly covered with come. The gooey spunk was on her tits, in her hair, on her face, all over her pussy. Symphony, watching the last actor beat his prick until he came in the blonde's open mouth, fingered herself to a delirious orgasm. Her pussy juice trickled out of her snatch onto her fingers as she watched the blonde smile and lick the head of the actor's dick.
The knock on the door brought Symphony back to her senses.
"Yes," she said, shutting off the television. "What is it?"
"Get up!" Jack called through the door. "You're going to do my inventory today."
Symphony argued with him briefly, then consented to do the work. After all, he was her father.
Symphony said she needed extra time to get ready for work and Jack left without her. Alone in the house, Symphony made herself breakfast as she plotted the course of the day. Her ebony hair was put in a twist at the back of her head. She figured that it would be best if her long hair was out of the way while she worked. Besides, with her hair in such a fashion she looked older.
She checked her video equipment and made sure that everything was exactly as she wanted it. The batteries for the portable pack were new and a four-hour cassette was in the recorder. Closing the suitcase, Symphony wondered what she would be able to watch on her television that night.
Symphony got to the lumber yard at nine, and for the first hour and a half she was escorted around the fenced-in property by the foreman, a tall man in his later thirties named Curly.
"And over here," Curly said, pointing to a stack of lumber, "we have the two-by-fours and all our two-by-twos."
"I see," Symphony replied, pushing her glasses up on her nose a little more and jotting down a note on her clipboard. "Then every unit of lumber must be accounted for in the entire yard?"
"Yes, it certainly does." Curly looked at the teenager, noticing how her nipples pushed out her blouse even though she wore a bra. He liked the way her tits jiggled with each step she took and he liked the deep brown of her eyes. The boss' daughter. That fact was the only thing that kept him from trying to fuck her.
Symphony felt his gaze on her body and she looked the other way. She didn't want him to get nervous and stop. Feeling his eyes on her body – especially on her tits – made her cunt get moist and cling to her panties.
"Ohhhhh!" Symphony hissed, rolling her head. "It's such a beautiful, sunny day! I just love being outside when it's like this!"
When Symphony was sufficiently acquainted with the area, she started her inventory, carefully counting every unit of lumber and writing the figures down. She noticed how the men paid special attention to her and it didn't bother her at all that she was the topic of their conversations.
The Baker Lumber Company took a complete city block and Symphony found every spot where she could suck a cock or get fucked without anyone seeing her. When the men were eating their lunch during the noon break, she quickly went to her car and took the suitcase out of the truck. Near the back of the yard, shielded on three sides by high stacks of lumber, Symphony set up her camera. Stacks of lumber twenty feet high surrounded her, and two more stacks of lumber blocked the people driving by on the neighboring street from seeing anything. The only possible way she could get caught would be if someone would know where she was, and she didn't figure that that was very likely.
The camera was tucked in between two stacks of lumber. Symphony checked everything one last time – promising herself that this time would be the last time – then continued her inventory.
It was almost two o'clock before she and Curly found themselves together again. Symphony looked at him, noticing how his biceps stretched out the sleeves of his shirt. His shoulders were wide and his hips narrow – exactly the way she liked her men.
"How's it going?"
"Fine, but there's something I want to show you," Symphony said.
"Is anything wrong?"
"I'm not sure, but I think you'll want to take a look anyway," Symphony said, fighting down a smile.
They stepped between the piles of lumber and Curly looked around, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. Symphony moved over to the spot she had focused the camera on and turned to Curly.
"This is what I wanted to show you," she said, unbuttoning her blouse. She pulled it down off her shoulders, then hooked it on a board so that it wouldn't get dirty. Next she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. The bra slipped down her arms.
"Holy fuck!" Curly hissed, stepping closer. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. The boss' daughter was actually undressing in front of him!
"Do you like what you see?" Symphony asked teasingly, knowing by the bulge in Curly's pants that he was enjoying the show. "Would you like to see more?"
Curly nodded his head and Symphony pulled the bra all the way off. She faced Curly again, who was now within arms' reach of her. She looked like a sun Goddess, her skin bronzed from the sun. Deep shadows ran down her body from those swollen tits.
"Now just stay back until I finish," Symphony continued. She reached behind her back to unzip her skirt and, in doing so, her tits pushed out a little more.
Curly didn't – or couldn't – resist them. He reached out and touched her nipples lightly.
"I said stop it! Not until I'm ready!" Symphony chided. She stepped out of her skirt and stood facing the foreman wearing just her shoes, hose, garter belt and panties. "Do you want me to take the panties off… or would you like to do that?"
Curly pushed Symphony back against a stack of lumber and wrapped his powerful arms around her waist and pulled her soft body in tight against his own. Her plump tits mashed against his stomach as he feasted on her lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth.
Symphony dropped the skirt and reached between their bodies to rub her palm against his cock. She felt it jump at her touch and Curly pulled his hips back a little so her hands had more room. Symphony's hands were shaking as she pulled his belt loose and unsnapped his jeans. She found his zipper and tugged it down, then she filled her hand with his hot, snake-like cock.
"It's so big!" Symphony purred in Curly's ear. "I love it!"
Curly's hungry lips feasted on the smooth skin of her neck. Slowly he sank to his knees, taking each of Symphony's nipples into his mouth one at a time. His lips traveled down past her tits, to her stomach. His tongue dug into her navel, and Symphony tilted her head back, closing her eyes as the sensations streaked through her body.
Symphony, knowing what was coming next, put her feet together. She felt Curly's callused fingers hook into her panties, then pull them slowly down her thighs. She stepped out of them, then spread her legs wide again, leaning back against the lumber for support.
"Are you going to eat my pussy?" Symphony asked, looking down at Curly.
"You know I am. I'm going to stick my tongue into your pussy and eat you out until you can't stand any more. I'm going to lick your cunt better than anyone ever has."
Curly parted her pussy lips and found Symphony's red clit. Curly stuck his tongue out and lightly touched it to the glistening nubbin. Symphony gasped. Though he had hardly touched her, his tongue was like an electric poker that jarred her whole body.
"Your cunt tastes sweet," Curly whispered, then buried his tongue deep into her cunt. He ate her pussy hungrily, pulling his tongue full-length up and down her crease, stabbing into her so that his tongue parted her cunt and his nose was rubbing against her clit. And all the while he tongued Symphony's pussy, she swirled his hair in her hands and twisted her hips in a rotating motion.
"Eat me! Eat me!" Symphony hissed, pushing her cunt at Curly's invading tongue.
Curly squeezed her ass cheeks as he licked up her juices. Then, wanting to do something he had never done before, he probed her bunghole with his middle finger. He felt Symphony's body tighten up once again, but she said nothing in protest. Gently at first, then with more pressure he pushed at her puckered hole. Suddenly the tip of his finger pushed into her ass. Curly twisted it around and around, then pushed his finger in until he had it completely up Symphony's ass. He skewered the teenager with his finger. Pushing his finger into her asshole caused her to lunge her pussy at him, which he eagerly sucked, working his tongue all over the hairy crease.
"Ugghhhhnnmmmm!" Curly groaned, licking up the sweet oils that seeped from Symphony's cunt. He stabbed his finger up her ass and pushed his tongue several inches deep into her swat. His cock, long and quivering with lust, jumped about at his waist, sticking out from his body like a flag pole.
"C-come on and fuck me!" Symphony stammered.
Curly got to his feet. Symphony kicked one leg up, hooking her ankle on the swell of his tight butt. She looped one hand around his neck and reached down and squeezed his cock with the other. She guided his fat cockhead to her wet pussy, and Curly lunged at her, slamming her against the stacked lumber. His cock – three inches in circumference and nine inches long – drove between Symphony's pussy lips and plowed into her cunt. His meat, stabbing so deep and so fast into Symphony, took the breath away from her.
"Ahhhhhh!" she gasped at the slight pain. But as soon as the pain came, it was almost immediately replaced by sheer, erotic joy. To have her cunt filled up so completely after having gone so long without a good fucking was, for the ever-horny Symphony, like being given an eight-course meal after nearly starving to death.
She felt every quivering inch of his cock sliding slowly out of her cunt, then kicked his ass with her high-heeled shoe, urging him to ram the meat back into her pussy.
"Fuck me harder, damn you!" Symphony demanded, biting Curly's shoulder. She dug her long fingernails into his back, urging him to give her everything he had. And Curly did just that. Every ounce of energy in his body was used to spear his huge cock into Symphony's cunt with as much force as possible. He shoved into her, pounding her against the lumber. Her tits pressed against his body, spurring him to drive his prick even harder into her.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Curly grunted with each impaling thrust of his hips. His cock fit so tightly in Symphony's snatch, yet slid in and out so smoothly, that he knew he couldn't take too much. A cunt like Symphony's, young and alive and begging for his cock, just didn't come along every day. As his prick rocketed into her clenching swat, Curly could hear her gasps and the sloppy, juicy sounds of their fucking.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Symphony gasped, hopping a little on one foot to regain her balance. Her nipples, almost a half-inch long and very hard, rubbed against Curly and sent bolts of lust screaming through her veins. She clawed at his back and undulating ass, driving Curly to ram his prick into her harder and faster. Since he was so much taller than her, it was almost impossible for them to kiss, but Symphony pleasured herself by planting her lips on his neck and sucking hard enough to give him a hickey.
"Grrrrrrr!" Curly growled.
Curly mauled Symphony's tight, firm ass. He squeezed her hot flesh in his powerful hands and pulled her against him as his cock reamed her swat. He slammed into her, driving his prick through her pussy lips with all the force in his body. His fat balls swung between his legs, jerking back and forth with his thrusts.
"Come in my cunt!" Symphony begged. "Shoot all your come in my…" The pleasure of the moment drowned out her words.
"Nooooooooo!" Curly hissed as his balls drew in tight to his body, then began spewing out the jism that flowed into Symphony's pussy. Once he started to come, Curly didn't spear his prick all the way in and out of her cunt. Instead, he jerked it quickly back and forth just a few inches.
Symphony felt her cunt being flooded with come and her whole body tingled. It was what she had waited for, for so fucking long. Between working on the camera and trying to keep from being forced to suck her father's prick, her mind had been filled with a thousand things and her body had been completely neglected. Now, however, her belly was being warmed by come and that gave her ragged nerves the sense of relief they needed.
"Sooooo hot!" she hissed as Curly's climax slowed, then stopped altogether. She held him close for several seconds, then lowered her foot from his ass. In doing so, his shrinking prick became dislodged from her pussy and she moaned her disapproval.
"Son of a bitch," Curly said, gulping in air. "That was hot! Kid, you're fucking dynamite!"
"And I never even got a chance to suck your cock, did I?" Symphony grabbed his prick. It was sticky with come and pussy juice. "Let me show you what you'll be getting next time."
Symphony aimed his cock at her mouth and started to bend down to suck on it, but Curly stopped her. This surprised Symphony since men usually begged her to suck their cocks rather than keep her from doing it.
"I've got to get back to work… and so do you," Curly said. "If we're gone for much longer, your father – my boss – is going to suspect something."
"So just let me taste it a little," Symphony replied, giving him her most impish grin.
"No, I'd better not. If I see a young girl with your beauty sucking on my cock, I'm going to want to come again, and that'll take more time than we've got."
Symphony watched as Curly composed himself and left. Standing alone and still naked, she walked to the camera and shut it off, then slowly put her clothes back on.
Rebecca put the finishing touches on her mascara and smiled into the mirror. If Jack doesn't want to fuck she thought, then I'll just have to find someone who will!
She grabbed her purse and headed for her car, not really knowing where she was going, only sure in her mind that she would drive far enough away so that nobody would know her.
While Rebecca drove down the highway, Symphony was getting her cunt filled with Curly's big cock. But Rebecca didn't know what her daughter was doing, nor was she particularly concerned. All Rebecca wanted to do was find one cock to suck and fuck. She lit a cigarette and turned the radio up loud.
Twenty miles later, Rebecca pulled off the highway and parked her car in front of a bar that she felt was classy enough to find businessmen enjoying an afternoon drink.
The bar was dimly lit. She sat at a table and ordered a scotch when the waitress came by. Making a quick visual check of the place, Rebecca found there were six men and two women. She sipped her drink and studied each man. Two were sitting with women; three were sitting in one group; one group of two men and one man sitting alone.
Rebecca felt a sense of pride in herself when she noticed that even the men talking to women gave her the once-over.
When Rebecca saw the man who sat alone looking at her, she suddenly felt nervous and turned her back to him. The grocery boy episode hadn't really been planned, and fucking Bob was sort of a spur-of-the-moment thing. What she was doing now was planned. When she lit a cigarette, Rebecca noticed that her hands were shaking.
The waitress came by and set a scotch on the table.
"This is from the gentleman over there," the waitress said. "He asked if you'd be interested in having some company."
"Tell the gentleman that I've only come here to have a drink and nothing more. Thank him for the drink, and give him my deepest apologies," Rebecca said. Her stomach did flip-flops inside her as she spoke. The waitress shrugged her shoulders and started to walk away. "Wait a minute, come here," Rebecca said. "I've changed my mind. Tell the gentleman that I would indeed enjoy his company."
Rebecca watched as the waitress went to the man. He would be a suitable fucker, she thought. Not particularly tall – maybe five-foot-six – he had thinning hair and a hawkish nose that looked like it had been broken several times. There was something dangerous about the man, some aura Rebecca couldn't exactly put her finger on that said he had been through the toughest parts of the world and found them to be not as tough as he was.
"Hello, my name's Shell," he said, sitting next to Rebecca.
"Shell? That's an interesting name."
"It stands for Sheldon. What's your name?"
"Does it matter?" Rebecca looked him in the eyes. There was an unspoken challenge between them and Shell was more than willing to throw his hat – or cock, as the case may be – into the ring.
"I guess not. Shall we go?"
Rebecca took a big gulp of her drink for courage, then accepted the man's arm. They stepped outside and the bright sunlight nearly blinded them. Shell ushered Rebecca to his car, a red Lincoln Continental. She got in and slid over in the seat so her hip touched Shell's.
"Where to?" Shell asked.
"Does it matter?"
Shell started the engine, then unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
"As long as you're a woman of few words, why don't you show me that your lips don't go completely to waste?"
Rebecca laughed and kicked her feet out in the seat so that she lay sideways. As the car pulled out of the parking lot, Rebecca couldn't help but think how strange it was to be holding a cock in her hand – the cock of a stranger at that – while in a car in the middle of the day. She stroked the hot tube of his cock and watched it grow in her hand. Like the rest of Shell, his cock was short and stocky. In fact, his prick was so thick that she couldn't touch her thumb to her fingers with the prick in her hand.
"Yes," Rebecca murmured softly. "This is what I wanted. This is exactly what I wanted." She stroked his prick and kissed the cockhead lightly. His prick quivered in her hand, pulsating strongly with Shell's heartbeat.
"Don't just play with the fucker," Shell said, reaching out and putting his hand on Rebecca's ass. "Suck the son of a bitch!"
Rebecca opened her mouth wide and took the mushroom-shaped cockhead between her lips. Her tongue lashed out, frisking along the cockhead and down over the shank. Those cock-hungry lips of hers chewed tenderly on the taut skin of the head, then pushed down, taking the entire crown into her hot, wet orifice.
"Suck it, bitch! Suck my cock!"
Rebecca, sprawled sideways on the seat, raised her knee. Shell rubbed her pussy through her parts, pressing down hard with his palm and feeling the warmth of her cunt. He looked down briefly and watched her head bobbing up and down and wished he could see her lips caressing his cock, just feeling her wonderful blow-job.
Shell's hand rubbed against Rebecca's clit and sent bolts of hot pleasure through her veins. The hotter her cunt got, the faster and harder she sucked on the meat filling her mouth. Rebecca jerked her head up and down, her lips squeezed tight around his cock while her ass twitched. She needed a good fucking, and the cock in her mouth promised to pleasure her better than any one she had known. Extremely hard, very thick, Shell's cock was just the medicine she needed to feel better.
"Here we are," Shell said, pulling the Lincoln into the parking lot of a motel. "Just the place to go where nobody will talk."
"Let's hurry," Rebecca added, sitting up in the car. "I'm so horny right now I could die."
Shell tucked his prick back in his pants and tried unsuccessfully to hide the bulge with his coat. Still, he didn't really care. The motel's management knew most of its customers and didn't bother asking questions. For that reason it had a healthy set of regular customers.
Shell got the room while Rebecca paced nervously outside. He escorted her to the room and, once inside, she immediately dropped to her knees and started sucking his prick again.
"You really are one hot bitch," Shell said, watching Rebecca's beautiful face sliding along his cock.
He took off his suit coat, tie and shirt, then kicked off his shoes. Rebecca was panting and moaning, tossing her head back and forth over his prick.
"Come off that for a bit and let's get undressed," Shell said. Rebecca took his cock deep in her mouth one last time, then uncorked it from her lips, letting out a low, sad sigh of displeasure. Shell sat on the bed and she crawled over to him. Rebecca peeled off his socks slowly, then helped him take off his pants. When he was finally naked, she stood up and began unbuttoning her blouse.
"I'm going to give you the best striptease show of your life," she said, taking a few steps back so he would have a better view of her.
Shell leaned back on the bed, the weight on his elbows as his cock angled skyward. Rebecca slowly unbuttoned her blouse one button at a time. Taking if off, she threw her blouse at Shell and he caught it, smiling. Next she kicked off her shoes, sending them sailing through the air in Shell's direction. Rebecca slithered out of her pants, pulling down her pantyhose in the same motion. Finally she unfastened her bra and dropped that to the floor. Then, completely naked, she stood before Shell with her hands on her hips.
"Well, damn it, do you like what you see?"
"What do you think?" Shell replied, grabbing his cock by the base and shaking it in Rebecca's direction. His prick was rigid, waiting impatiently to stab deep into her pussy.
"I think your prick likes what it sees," Rebecca said with a chuckle. She walked closer, her rosy nipples jiggling slightly with each step. Rebecca felt young and alive and very desirable. She felt like a beautiful woman who was worthy of being desired, and that made her have more self-worth than she had known in a long, long time.
"Let me eat your snappy pussy," Shell said, running her fingers lightly over his upraised cock.
Rebecca pushed him backward on the bed, then straddled his head with her knees. Shell squeezed her ass, then pulled her gaping cunt lower. His tongue sought and found her clit, digging deeply into her honey-flavored slit. As his tongue worked miracles on Rebecca, she was rolling her hard nipples between her fingers, adding fuel to the growing flame in her cunt.
"Ohhhhh! Lick my pussy," she begged, rotating her hips so that Shell's hot tongue would scrape over every sensitive spot on her swat. "Eat me, lover! Eat my cunt!"
Looking down, all Rebecca could see between the mounds of her tits was the very top of Shell's head. His eyes were closed and his nose was buried in the thick patch of curly blonde hair above her snatch.
"Yeahhhhhhh! Eat my pussy," Rebecca hissed, wiggling her ass a little faster as the flames of passion grew hotter in her body.
Then they quickly switched to a sixty-nine position. Shell was stretched out on his side with Rebecca's legs tightly wrapped around his head. As his tongue flicked and scraped over her juicy pussy, Rebecca's hot lips were traveling over the delicious pole of hard meat between Shell's legs. Her sucking was often halted when she would moan, arching her neck, thoroughly thrilled with the tongue in her snatch.
"Yeah, Shell! Eat me, baby!" she cooed, churning her hips against the invading tongue. And then she fisted his prick near her face, watching how it quivered at her touch. Her pink tongue flicked over the head, flashing around the taut knob briefly before she stretched her lips wide and took his cock into her mouth.
Rebecca took as much of Shell's fat, hard prick into her mouth as she could. Her jaws ached from being opened too wide for so long, but she didn't care. It felt so damn wonderful – both physically and psychologically – to have his cock in her mouth and to have a man want her body as much as Shell did, that Rebecca wouldn't have cared if the room was on fire. She wasn't going to miss this for anything.
"Chew on my cock," Shell said, kissing Rebecca's firm, tapered thigh. He inhaled deeply, catching the musky aroma of her cunt, then began eating her snatch again with renewed interest.
Rebecca cupped his balls in her hand and stroked on that part of the cock's shank that she couldn't stuff into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the drooling knob, urging it to become even harder and thicker.
"Come on, let's fuck!" Shell gasped, feeling his balls twitch. Between her stroking on his shaft, and sucking it, and squeezing his nuts, the excitement was enough to make any man come.
Rebecca spun around on the bed, rolling onto her back, and Shell immediately got between her legs. He guided his throbbing prick to her gaping swat, then plunged downward, impaling Rebecca to the bed. She wrapped her legs around his body, hooking her ankles together, and bit his shoulder. Shell, unaccustomed to being so mistreated while fucking, grabbed Rebecca by the neck and forced her head down.
"So, the bitch likes it a little kinky, eh?" he said, his eyes glowing with lust. "Well then, let's get kinky!" He hammered Rebecca's pussy with his prick, slamming it deep into her pussy, stretching her cunt wide with his massive girth. Rebecca bucked beneath him, clawing at his naked, muscular back while humping her hips up at him.
"Oh shit!" Rebecca choked, squeezing her eyes tightly shut. "Sweetie, I'm going to come! Oh, damn, I'm going to come!"
Shell was smiling almost cruelly as he worked his prick in and out of her snatch. If she wanted it kinky, he knew just what to do.
"Damnnnnnn!" Rebecca gasped, arching her back more, now just seconds from her climax. She released her hold on Shell and he pushed his upper body up, remaining in a push-up position while fucking her. "Faster! Fuck me faster!"
When Shell pulled his dick from Rebecca's cunt, her eyes jumped open, wide and fearful. It wasn't that she was scared he would hurt her, but scared that he would stop fucking her.
"You want it kinky?" Shell asking mockingly.
"Fuck meeeeee!" Rebecca begged, reaching between their bodies to grab his prick. "Please, I'm almost there!"
Shell caught her wrist before it reached his cock and pinned her hand down on the bed. A moment later he was sprawled out on top of her, mashing her tits flat while holding both her wrists. Rebecca was frantic.
"What are you doing? What's wrong with you? Fuck me, damn you!"
"You wanted it kinky! Yeah, that's what you wanted."
"No! I just want you to fuck me! I'm almost…" Rebecca's wind was forced out of her lungs as Shell suddenly, without any warning, rammed his cock so powerfully up her cunt that he slid her up on the bed. Immediately Rebecca's perspiring body was thrown into a jarring come. She twitched and writhed, gasped for air and clawed at Shell's ass, begging him to drive his cock deeper into her feverish cunt. Pussy juice gushed from her swat, trickling down the crack of her ass before being soaked up by the linen bed sheet.
Shell pulled his cock out from Rebecca's cunt again and rolled off her. He grabbed her by the neck and shoved her face down to his waist.
"Suck me off! Your cunt's not good enough for my come."
Rebecca didn't have to be told twice. In her exhausted state, having just poured out all her come, she was willing to take his jism anywhere she could – even in her mouth. She lowered her face, letting the cock knob slip gently between her lips. Her teeth grazed lightly along the edges of the head before being shielded by her lips. Shell felt his prick being warmed once again by her hot mouth and he settled back on the bed, content to enjoy the blowjob without having to do any work. Just lay there and watch the bitch chew on his cock.
"Do it right," Shell warned, locking his fingers together behind his head. "Not real hard. I don't want to come too quick."
"What ever you want, however you want it," Rebecca whispered, holding his cock in her hand with reverence. She whipped her tongue against the head, looking up at Shell with adoring eyes. As her lips sucked on the head, she ran her fingers over his knotted stomach, rippled with muscles. Up and down her head bobbed, taking more into her mouth than the mushroomed head. Rebecca felt the throbbing meat expand and contract between her lips. She sensed his growing impatience, felt somehow that Shell was getting angry for some absurd reason. And she was right.
Shell, never a particularly bright man, was capable of great violence for no justifiable reason. At that very moment he was contemplating grabbing Rebecca and throwing her out of the room bare-assed naked, just to watch her embarrassment.
Rebecca applied extra suction and worked on Shell's cock with all of her energy. A moment later she felt his body tighten, then jets of bubbling jism erupted from his apple-sized cockhead. Rebecca whipped her tongue over the head, slurping on the vast amount of creamy come that poured into her mouth. She drank it down, jerking on his prick while her lips tightly embraced his spitting cockhead. Shell arched his back, his face twisted in a lusty mask of pure erotic pleasure as his balls jerked and pumped cream.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Rebecca moaned, tasting the salty richness of Shell's jism. She pounded on the reddish, slick flesh, chewing on the knob while his nuts emptied.
As soon as Shell's explosion of come subsided, he no longer felt violent. In fact, he closed his eyes and thought about dropping off to sleep for a while, but Rebecca urged him back to reality. She needed to get back to her car and, angrily, he demanded that she suck him off one last time before he would take her.
Rebecca climbed into her clothes as quickly as possible. True, Shell had been a great lay, but now she sensed more strongly than ever how truly violent he could be. Before he could say more, she left the motel and caught a cab, hoping like hell she could get back to her car before Shell caught up with her.
Symphony was doing the inventory at the lumber yard. As she walked, every man followed her with their eyes, each fantasizing about fucking her pussy, or eating it, or having her suck their cocks until they shot out jism that never seemed to stop flowing. And Symphony knew that they were talking about her and she liked it. Cocks had always amazed her. They were a delight to touch and suck, and she liked the fact that her looks alone were enough to draw and hold a man's attention.
Curly looked at his watch and smiled. After having shot his come in Symphony's pussy, he had almost immediately become horny again with the thought of her sucking on his prick. When Jack walked by, Curly raced up to him, a very serious look on his face.
"Excuse me, Mr. Baker, but I'd like to talk to you about something."
Jack turned and faced Curly, scowling. "Yeah? What about?"
"Well, me and the other guys figure we could completely unload that new shipment tonight if you'd just give us an extra hour, or so. No overtime. It'll be straight pay. But this way we won't just get started on something tomorrow, then be finished."
Jack thought the idea over a second, then nodded his head. "Sounds like a good idea. Tell the men they've got a half hour. No, give them an hour. I want all the shit unloaded and stored when I get here tomorrow morning."
"Yes, sir," Curly said. Jack walked away and Curly muttered under his breath. "Fuck you, asshole."
Curly was smiling as he walked up to Symphony. She looked at him, her brown eyes dazzling under sunglasses.
"Yes?" she said.
"Meet me at the same place we were at. I'll see you there right after work."
"Why, Curly! Whatever would you want me to do that for?" Symphony looked at Curly's muscular body and her cunt began to tingle. "Could it be that you'd like me to suck your cock?"
"Something like that," Curly said, looking around and hoping that nobody could hear what she was saying. "Just be there right after work."
Symphony continued with her inventory, thinking how fantastic it would be to be able to watch herself fucking that night on the video tape.