Tara could still feel the burning need in her cunt. It was as if every nerve in her pussy intended to torment her until she put them to rest by going out and finding them a cock. Her nipples were hard and throbbing, making the same kind of demands, and her asshole still pulsed in remembrance of the cock that had so recently filled it. Never in her life had she so desperately needed a good fuck.
She had expected that fucking Bill Dillon and his two young friends would keep her satisfied for quite some time to come. But it had satisfied her only for the moment. After they left her she had remained in Kathy's bed and remembered the taste and the feel of the hard young cocks that had filled her mouth, hands, cunt and asshole. She soon found herself whishing she had kept them there for another round of fucking, and by the time she left Kathy's and returned to her own home, she was as hot as if she had not been fucked at all.
Pacing the floor of her living room with nervousness that grew and grew, she wished over and over again that Jerry would come walking through the door. She could almost see herself rushing to throw one arm around his neck while using her other hand to pull out his cock. It was even easier to imagine herself taking his cock deep into her mouth and sucking it. Easiest of all she could visualize – and feel – his hard cock driving deep into her cunt. She could imagine all these things – but Jerry was out of town and she was alone.
In the midst of her pacing she suddenly realized that she had parted the front of her filmy negligee and had been running the tips of her fingers over the furry mound above her cunt. She jerked her hand away as if stung and threw herself down in an armchair, draping one leg over the arm so the negligee parted to reveal her naked hips and pussy. The doorbell rang almost as soon as she had settled there.
"All right, where the fuck is Kathy?" Wayne demanded, brushing past her, the moment she opened the door. His face was flushed and set with anger, his Tara windbreaker unzipped to reveal a white tee-shirt tightly drawn across his muscular chest. There was a wild look in his eyes that warned Tara he had been drinking.
"How would I know where Kathy is?" she asked innocently.
"Don't give me that, you bitch!" he snapped, then prowled into the bedroom and back out again. He grabbed her arm, squeezing hard. "You know exactly where she is, you cheap cunt!"
Tara returned his glare, anger and amusement touching her at the same time, and she asked, "Are you sure you really want to know, little boy? Are you sure you can handle it?"
And then she told him.
"You cheap fucking whore! You rotten bitch!" His open palm was swinging toward her face as he spat out the words. "You set this up! You caused it all, you bitch!"
The blow caught Tara on the cheek, spinning her around and knocking her to the carpet. Her robe fell open at the front, baring her lush, naked tits, her cunt.
"I may be a bitch," she said, and she managed a taunting smile, "but I gave you the best fucking you've ever had. Tell me, do you still make believe it's me you're fucking when you're putting the cock to Kathy?"
He bent and grabbed her hair, jerking her head back. His hand cracked across the side of her face. "Shut your fucking mouth, cunt! Just shut your fucking mouth!"
Tara could smell the whiskey on his breath. She felt pain where he had slapped her and where he tugged at her hair, and she realized she might be pushing Wayne too far, but she seemed unable to stop.
"Hell, that's your problem, isn't it? You just can't get it out of your mind how good it was fucking me," she said, and she ran one hand up his leg, feeling for his cock. "Hell, you're even getting a hard-on right now. You can't even get mad at me without having fucking on your mind!"
"Fucking's all you ever think about, isn't it cunt?" he said, his voice suddenly thick and slurred. He gave a brutal yank on her hair, throwing her flat on her back, and placed his knees on her upper arms, pinning her there. "Well, fucking you has cost me the only thing that ever counted, so I might as well finish it up the way it started. Open your mouth and suck on this cock, bitch!"
His hand tugged down his zipper. His thick cock sprang free. He held it with one hand, aiming it at her mouth, and Tara suddenly realized that she was becoming hotter than ever before.
"If you make me blow you, or fuck you, or do anything, I could have you arrested for rape, Wayne," she said, putting into words the thought that was causing her cunt to grow hotter and wetter, "you know that, don't you?"
Wayne put one hand on her tit, squeezing it until she gave a small cry of pain. The head of his cock touched her lips, trying to enter her mouth.
"I don't give a fuck what you do later!" he snarled down at her. "But right now you're gonna suck my cock! You're gonna blow me or do anything else I tell you to do! Now suck it, bitch!"
Tears of pain stung her eyes as his fingers dug harshly into the naked dome of her tit. Tara opened her mouth and almost immediately his hard cock stabbed between her lips. His hand raised the back of her head so that she was facing him more directly and he began fucking her in the mouth.
"That's it, cocksucker!" he growled down at her, his hips rocking and his thick cock filling her mouth. "Suck that tool like the cocksucker you are!"
With her jaws aching as she strained to keep her lips parted wide enough to accept the thickness of his hard cock, bra sucked deeply on the meaty rod sliding in and out other mouth. Her arms hurt under the weight of his knees, but the pain only increased the immense pleasure she felt in her cunt, and she made no attempt to free them. She crossed and uncrossed her shapely thighs, her cunt growing wet and juicy.
Wayne tugged his trousers and underwear down over his hips, baring his heavy, hairy balls. With one hand he grasped the bottom of his thick cock and worked the outer skin of it back and forth, holding it so that several inches remained in Tara's mouth. His balls touched her chin and throat.
"Lick the head of it, you bitch," he ordered. "You like the taste of cock so much, get yourself a good taste of this one!"
Shuddering as she felt herself begin to come, Tara did as she was told, her tongue swirling over the thick cock that filled her mouth. Wayne eased his prick back until only the knobbed head of it lay between her lips, then held it there while her tongue licked over the helmet of meat. Tara flayed the knob faster and faster with her tongue, until with a sudden lunge Wayne drove his cock deep in her mouth and held it there.
She gave a long, pulling suck on his cock, eager to taste his come filling her mouth. But no come gushed from his cock. Instead, he held it there until she was almost choking on the thick rod, then abruptly pulled away and took his knees off her arms.
"Over on your hands and knees, bitch!" he snarled, using his hands to turn her as he spoke. "I'm gonna fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked! Gonna fuck you dog-fashion!"
Tara knelt with her ass raised and her long hair falling down to the carpet, and immediately she felt her negligee being bunched high above her waist. The head of his cock brushed her naked thigh. Then it bobbed against her ass and she felt his hands going under her, reaching for her tits.
Then his knees slipped between hers, spreading them, and he took one hand off her tit. The head of his cock settled between the lips of her pussy. It paused there for just a second. Then it rammed into her cunt with such force that Tara felt the breath whoosh from her body.
"Cock is all you live for, bitch!" Wayne said hotly, grinding his hips so the hair above his prick teased the sensitive flesh of her ass. "So I'm gonna give you all the cock you can handle."
As he began to rock back and forth, fucking her with brutal strokes of his hard, heavy cock, his hands dug painfully into the soft flesh of her dangling tits. His breath rattled from between his lips, and his groin made slapping sounds against her naked ass.
Tara had one cheek resting against the carpet. Each time Wayne rammed his cock deep into her cunt, she was driving forward a kit, the carpet rasping against her skin. But she rocked back to meet each powerful lunge of his prick, and she was coming with almost every stroke. She was coming so often that the floor seemed to be spinning and tilting beneath her.
Never had she been fucked with such brutal force. Never had her cunt been so completely filled with cock. Never had she felt the head of a cock reaching so deep inside, her. She was getting pleasure from the fingers that dug painfully into her tits.
"Oh, you're splitting my cunt wide open!" she cried, sure it would only cause him to fuck her harder. "You're really hurting me! Hurting my tits and pussy!"
Wayne reacted as she had known he would. His fingers tightened over her throbbing tits. His hips began to fuck wildly as he drove his cock faster and faster through her tightly clinging cunt. He was fucking her as if he could kill her with his cock.
Throwing her head back, Tara let her ass roll slowly. It increased the pleasure she got from each inward thrust of his cock. It caused his thick rod to touch all the tingling inner flesh of her pussy, and she bit her lower lip to avoid calling out and letting him know how much she was enjoying his fucking.
It ended all too soon. She felt his hairy crotch against her naked ass, his thick cock going fully into her cunt and staying there, and then her pussy was boiling with the hot lava of his come. He held his cock there until the come stopped spurting, then pushed her away as he slipped it from her cunt. She could feel the warm come trickling from her pussy as she turned to watch him tugging up his pants and shorts.
"Fucking really is all you're good for, you know," he told her, spitting on the carpet near her feet, and then he left.
Tara wondered if he realized what a favor he had done her.
She stretched lazily out on the softly padded carpeting, sighing with contentment as she let her mind recall all the fucking she had done this evening. Then her thoughts wandered again to Jerry and the fucking she intended to give him when he got home. She smiled happily at the thought. Alter two days and two nights without pussy, her husband would come home ready to fuck as they had never fucked before. And she would be just as ready.
As she got to her feet and straightened out her negligee, she wondered – but only briefly – what her husband was doing at that moment.
"I'm going to get you out of the rest of these clothes, and then I'm going to eat your pussy," Jerry Allen, in a hotel room in Chicago was telling his secretary. "I'm going to put my tongue up that pussy of yours and eat it like I've been wanting to eat it since the first day you wiggled your cute little ass into my office."
Stella Martin laughed softly as she helped him remove the lacy bra he had just unfastened. She wriggled against him as he kissed her lips and put his hands on her small, naked tits. She laughed again as she spun out of his arms and quickly removed her brown wool skirt.
"Who said you have to help me out of my clothes?" she said, stepping close to him again and reaching out with one small hand, to touch the front of his shorts, feeling his cock. "Hell, I like a man who eats pussy, and I've been wondering when you'd get around to trying to fuck me. So here we are. So let's get it on."
With his cock hard and aching from her touch and from the sight of her lovely, almost naked body, Jerry put his hands on her tiny waist and pulled her close. She was a small girl, very pretty, with short, platinum hair, and he had to bend his knees slightly in order to touch his lips to her tits. They were as small and hard as apples, and felt her twist as he kissed one rosy peak, then the other.
"Mmmm! You do know how to suck a tit, don't you?" she purred, her tiny hand slipping inside his shorts and closing around his hard, throbbing cock. Her other hand settled on his shoulder, pushing down. "Let's see if you're as good at eating pussy."
Jerry remained where he was for a moment, sucking almost all of one small, firm tit into his mouth. Then he dropped slowly to his knees. He put his arms around Stella's slim body, turning his hands to grasp her scantily covered ass. He used his grip on her ass to swing her hips forward, drawing her pussy closer to his face.
She wore sheer white panties. The hair around her cunt was a very dark shade of brown – almost black – and it formed a dark triangle that could be clearly seen through the thin material of her panties. Jerry had expected her pussy hair to be blonde, and he was enormously excited to find it mismatched with her platinum tresses. He pressed his lips to her inviting cunt, kissing it once. Then he began licking her pussy through its thin nylon covering.
Stella had her hands on his shoulders, steadying and supporting herself. Suddenly she reached down with one hand and pulled the crotch of her panties aside, partially baring her cunt. She pressed her pussy against his face.
"Never try to eat a candy bar with the wrapper on, Jerry," she told him, her voice husky. "Slip your tongue up under my undies and get yourself a real taste of pussy!"
Jerry could see the coral colored lips of her pussy peeping out of the thick tangle of dark hair. He ran his tongue over the fingers she was using to hold her panties aside, following those fingers in until the tip of his tongue was touching the moist flesh of her cunt. He felt her tremble as he began licking her pussy.
Her pussy had a very clean, almost sweet taste. It gave off a faint scent that was pleasing to smell, and the scent grew stronger each time his tongue licked over the quivering flesh. That scent filled his nostrils when he stiffened and extended his tongue and snaked it between the dewy lips of her pussy. Stella began to swivel her hips, her boyishly round ass rolling.
"I'm going to come right in your mouth if you keep licking it that well!" she cried, her tiny body shuddering. The hand that still clung to his shoulder clawed frantically at his flesh. "I'm going to come like you've never seen a girl come before!"
Jerry kept his nose pressed against the soft nylon of her panties, his lips against the cunt she revealed by holding those panties aside.
"That's the best part of eating pussy," he said, his voice rising muffled from her crotch. "I wouldn't miss tasting your come for all the gold in Fort Knox."
His tongue licked rapidly across the stiffened flesh of her clit. It licked again. And again. He felt the muscles in her round little ass go taut. Her hips twitched convulsively. Her cunt writhed against his face. She began to come.
He held her tighter than ever, his mouth now covering her cunt and sucking it thirstily. He heard her crying above him, and fell the frantic shaking in her legs, but he sucked at her pussy until she moaned softly and released the crotch of her panties, letting them fall back in place over her cunt. Then he tugged the panties down and helped her step out of them.
"If you're as good with that cock as you are with your tongue, I'm never going to let you go," she said, rasping his hard prick, as soon as he had stood and removed his shorts. She clung to his cock as he backed her toward the double bed. "You and I will just keep fucking from here to eternity."
She released his cock and fell back on the bed, her legs parted and her small body bouncing gleefully. But as Jerry started to move between her legs – ready to fuck – she sat up and stopped him by reaching out to regain her grasp on his prick. Her lips felt very soft as they touched his cock.
"What's good for the pussy is good for the cock," she laughed up at him, one arm around his waist, her other hand holding his rigid prick poised before her mouth. She licked the head of it several times, then said, "If I wasn't so hot to feel you fucking me, and just stay right here and bring you off in my mouth."
With that she gulped quickly down his cock, taking almost all of it into her mouth. She hold it tore for a moment, sucking hard, and then slowly cased her head away. Failing back on the bed, she threw her legs wide and lifted her arms invitingly to Jerry.
He was between her legs at once, one hand sliding down to grasp and lift her boyishly firm ass. With his other hand he aimed the head of his rigid cock at her rising cunt. He felt the pink lips open to receive his prick, then close around it, and heard her moan as he shoved his cock deep.
They began to fuck.
She fucked as if it had been months since the last time her cunt knew the feel of a cock. Her hands found the back of his head and pulled his lips down to meet her own. Her tiny tongue found its way into his mouth and flickered there. Her slender legs lifted high around his naked body, fell away, lifted again. Her ass bounced excitedly on the bed, her tight little cunt rising to meet each thrust of his prick. Her firm little tits moved warmly against his chest.
Jerry clung tightly to her bouncing, undulating ass with his right hand. With his left hand he reached in to cover and caress the firmness of her tit. He could still taste her pussy on his mouth, and his excitement was increased by knowing that she must be tasting it, too. He sucked at her tiny tongue for a moment, then forced his own tongue between her lips, shuddering with pleasure as he felt, her draw on it. The strokes of his cock grew faster.
"Yes, fuck me like that! Fuck me like you're trying to drive it up my cunt and out my throat!" she exclaimed, her head rolling from side to side, on the pillow. Her ass was moving frantically now, her cunt flexing around the shaft of his cock. Her nails raked his back. "Bang me hard! Let me feel your balls slapping against my ass!"
She was doing tricks with her pussy such as Jerry had never felt. One moment it would be gliding over his cock like a soft velvet glove. The next moment it seemed to be sucking at his prick like a hungry mouth. When he shaved it deep and held it there while she came, her cunt worked at his cock as though massaging it.
Her cunt seemed to be milking his cock, and he came with a sudden explosion that began somewhere deep in his balls and continued until he was weak. She held him in the soft cradle of her thighs and kept her cunt moving until his cock began to shrink inside her, and she kissed him softly just before he rolled away.
"I wonder what your wife would say if she could see us now," she mused, as she snuggled her warm little body against his.
Jerry rested one hand on her thigh, just below her pussy, and said, "Don't worry about it. We have an arrangement. She fucks who she wants to fuck, and I have the same freedom."
"You're kidding!" Stella seemed totally surprised.
"No, I'm not," Jerry said, and had a thought that excited him. "Hell, maybe one of these days I'll take you home to meet her."