While Sharon North was getting her mouth stuffed with cock, Nick Renault and Bruce Kane were preparing for their after-hours fun. Nick and Bruce were the top two writers at Playpen and did most of their stories based on the pictures Phil Daniels, the photographer, took. Nick studied one of the new pictures of Margot Jordon, sucking off the Mexican.
"Wow, look at the mouth on that babe," Nick whistled, holding the picture so that Bruce could see. Nick was a handsome Irishman who had changed his name when he went into writing. He had thin brown hair and a small mustache. His skin looked pinkish. Bruce, on the other hand, was Jewish, with thick dark-brown hair and a very bushy mustache.
Bruce grinned as he took the snapshot from him.
"Yeah, I'd like to sink my joint down those soft, juicy chops any day. Wonder if she fucks any good."
"Hey, we should try her out sometime," suggested Nick, laughing. "Like we do… with all our other female partners."
Bruce chuckled with him. "Yeah, that's what best friends are for. Right?"
Nick put the photo to the side. "Let's get out of this place and get ourselves a chick. I'm gonna punch holes through this pair of pants in another minute if I keep thinkin' about it."
"Same here." Bruce got up from his chair and grabbed his coat. "Christ, I've had a hard-on all day writing that story about that Margot dame. I've really got the hots for her."
Nick put on his suit coat and joined Bruce out in the hall. He was hoping both of them could find something good tonight, after that long, hard day. He and Bruce had always been buddies in orgies out of the office, and landed some prime-cut ass together. They were almost an act, Renault-Kane. And the times they loved it best, really appreciated some great pussy, was when they went out and found some unsuspecting chick in the park and jumped her. Oh, it wasn't all that bad. They didn't beat up on anybody. No, they just held her down, both of them, while Bruce could get behind her and he could get in front and… BANG! They'd cluster-fuck her. Bruce loved a good butt-fuck and Nick went wild over it standing up, so they teamed up and did it together.
Like last week, for example. They had been walking down Central Park at night when they spotted this foxy broad with knockers out to here. When Bruce got a load of those jugs, he knew that his prick would have a nice, tight asshole to screw. Nick came up to her and went for her wrists, while Bruce got in back of her and held her arms. Before the chick knew what was happening, Nick shoved his stiff ramrod into her dry pussy and began fucking away like a madman. While the girl was crying out in agony, Bruce had his fly open and was poking his prong into her buns. That chick got it both ways, and when they finished dumping their loads into both her slots, she was too weak to call the cops.
That's the way it had always been. Nick and Bruce would pick one night out of the week and get some ass, quick and easy. It didn't matter what they fucked, as long as it had two holes and some tits.
Nick and Bruce had been driving around for a while in Bruce's Monte Carlo when they finally spotted what both their dicks wanted. She had long platinum hair and was dressed in a black hot pants suit. She even had on those crazy black boots that went up to her knees. It was dark out and she wouldn't be able to see who they were.
"Is your hot rod raring to go?" Nick asked him, putting the car in park.
"Souped up and revved up." Bruce was climbing out of the car. "Let's go get her."
Nick went out first, lighting a cigarette as he approached her. She was walking slowly, swinging her nice, curvy hips with each step. Jesus, this chick must be hot for some meat. Ask no more, honey.
"Hey, baby, looking for some action?" Nick asked her, falling in step with her. Bruce wasn't far behind.
"Fuck off, creep," the woman told him, keeping her eyes straight ahead of her.
"I got just what the doctor ordered," Nick went on, motioning for Bruce to slip behind her. "A stethoscope that'd beat the fuck out of your snatch."
"If you don't get away from me," she warned him, "I'll belt you in the balls with my purse."
Just as she started talking to him, Bruce was behind her and grabbed her under the armpits, pinning her against his body. The girl screamed out for a minute as Bruce dragged her behind the bushes. She was struggling like a wildcat, kicking at Nick's crotch. She missed him, but just barely.
"Hurry," Nick told him. "Get the bitch behind the bushes!"
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" she yelled. "Get away from me!"
Bruce got her behind the bushes and pulled her down to the grass. Nick busied himself ripping off her hot pants and getting himself a first-hand look at her cunt. He flashed her a grin when he saw that it was the same bleached color as her hair.
"Jesus!" he howled, "I think I'm gonna munch on some cunt for a while before we get down to business!"
"BASTARD!" the woman yelled. "PRICK! ASSHOLE!"
Nick sunk down to his knees and lowered his face into her beaver. He spread her juicy cunt-lips apart and dug his tongue in there. Mmm. There was nothing like the taste of snatch to get things started. He licked the insides of her pussy expertly. Bruce held her legs open with one hand while the other kept her arms pinned. Nick put his hummingbird tongue to her clit and vibrated it and along the sides.
Bruce was grinning as he watched Nick eat cunt. "Yeah, buddy, that's the way. Suck on her clit. Lick up those juices. Clean the bitch dry. Dig that tongue between those hairy little lips and make her clit pop up."
Nick nibbled on her furry nest, cleaning up the cunt juice that was squirting out of her hole. Pussy fumes were gassing out of her twat, making him go wild.
"No…" the woman mumbled, turning her head away and struggling, but not too hard now. "Don't… ohhhhhh… y-you bastard… ohhh, Jesus!"
Bruce's dick was nice and hard from watching Nick lick up her pussy. He was rubbing it against her firm ass, between her hard cheeks. The woman could feel his boner pressing against her, and with the cunt-eating Nick was giving her, she was starting to get into it.
"Christ, does that feel good," she moaned, Nick's head bobbing between her legs. Drops of cum juice were coursing from her hairy snatch and getting lapped up by Nick's tongue. Nick dug into her sliminess hungrily, feasting on her delectable box. "Lick it harder! Eat me, baby! Yeah, that feels good. Into the hole now… do it in the… Ahhh… yeah, you know where it is. Bite that clit a little… not too much, just a… Ooooohhh, you sweet baby…"
Nick's hands stroked the soft skin of her inner thighs, since it was so smooth. He groaned as he touched it. Like velvet. The juice was streaming down her legs, she was getting so horny. He could hardly lick it all up the way she kept spurting it out of that cooze.
"Eat it, stud!" she groaned, pushing her pussy up into his face. "Take it, it's all yours! You're driving me out of my mind! Oh, let me suck your cock. Please, I gotta have it in my mouth. I want to press my lips against that nice hard piece of meat… please, let me blow you. I gotta give you a blow-job!"
"Be nice, baby," Nick told her, easing his stiff pecker out of his pants. It was rigid as a rock. Once she put her hand on it, she felt her spine tingle.
"Lie down," she told him. "I want you to get on your back. And you…" she turned to Bruce, "… stick it up my ass."
"I would have even if you didn't ask," Bruce panted, pulling out his pork and grabbing it anxiously into his hand. "Bend over, honey, it'll just hurt for a second."
"I want it to hurt," she groaned. "But first, lick my asshole and get it wet. I want to feel your saliva down there when you shove it in."
"You really like it rough, don't you?" Bruce grinned, pushing his face up by her ass and tonguing her asshole… it was sweet and clean. This broad must have taken a shower before she went cruising around.
"Ahh… take it easy, baby… good, good," she cooed, shoving her ass up into the air while she sank down, leaning on her arms and between Nick's legs. His dick was so stiff it was sticking up in the air. Nick's hands were around her head and pushing her down to his fat cock-head.
"Come on, doll," Nick was grunting. "Give my peter some suckin'. I want your warm mouth sipping up that meat."
Bruce was behind her, kneeling. "Okay, honey, here comes my BIG MAC!" He flexed his ass muscles and rammed his motherfucker into her asshole.
"Uhh!" she gulped, then slid her moist lips onto Nick's cock. She mumbled as she sucked it, licking around the head and pushing her mouth down the long shaft. His rod was pinkish like the rest of the body, and his legs were covered with a reddish fuzz.
Bruce pumped his fat boner into her tight asshole. The muscles in her ass grabbed at his thick meat, squeezing it each time he forced it in. His arms were wrapped around her waist while he rode her like a fucking, bucking bronco. The cool breeze howling made his dangling balls tingle.
Nick lay comfortably on his back, feeding the woman his dong. She nibbled on his pud with starving hunger. He could feel her push his whang deep into her throat, sliding into her cheeks, then getting wiped with her tonsils. Christ, she was giving him a great head-job. She sucked it down to the hairy root.
"You really know how to use your head, baby," Nick groaned, his head rolling from side to side, his stomach sucking in deeply, then rising slowly, unsurely. "Play with my balls."
She cupped his sac and pinched his rocks. "You got just what I like a cock with lots of meat on it… mmm, does this taste good… I want to drink all of your load…"
"You can have it, baby. I want you to like it…" Jesus, this was so much different from all the other gang-bang sessions he and Bruce used to have. Before, they would have to hold the chick down good in order to shove their dicks into her, but this… she was more than willing to please them.
Bruce was pounding his fuck-pole into her warm butt, gasping for air. "Jesus, honey, ram your little ass back a few times. Ahhh, that's nice… real nice. Give it to me, fuck me, baby, fuck me. I'm gonna corn-hole you so bad you're gonna be shittin' for a month non top."
"I like it…" she moaned. "I love it… give it to me… bang me harder… my pussy's getting so soaking wet from all this fucking and sucking…"
Bruce pressed his thick meat into her ass roughly. It was so soft between her le… and so moist. It was like fucking a wash-rag. She was a great piece of ass to dig into.
"Pour that pud-juice into me, stud," she whimpered, in front of him. "I want you to pump it all into me…"
"Don't worry, bitch," Bruce grunted. "You're gonna need a toilet-plunger to get all my jizz out of your ass. You're gonna need a Kotex pad shoved up your ass to soak up all that goo."
Christ, her ass was so TIGHT and slimy inside, he thought, pushing his pecker into her bung. It was squeezing his dong out of shape every time he nailed it in that sweet cunt, he murmured… juicy, hot bitch…
She loved the way it went into her asshole. Like a thick, solid spike hammering into a hole. She felt like her insides were tearing apart each time he shoved his cock in.
She took her mouth off Nick's cock for a minute and began licking around his joint. She snipped along his red nest of prick hair. She tongued his nuts.
"Uhh… kiss my rocks, honey," Nick snorted, going wild. "Stuff 'em in your mouth and suck 'em!"
She licked his sac. Mmmm… she could taste his red hair in her mouth; his balls were soft and salty-tasting. Her tongue lowered and darted into his asshole. He jumped for a minute, then gasped.
"Do it again. Yeah, that's it!" he panted. "Ohhhh, that's good… More! Do it some more! That's nice, baby, real nice… now suck on my tool for a while. I feel like laying a thick wad into your mouth…"
"I'm not letting you cum that easy," she told him, filling her mouth with more of his prong. "Beg me."
"Fucking slut," he moaned. "No chick makes me beg. All of 'em want that pound of beef you're chewin' on." She started to pull away from him, but he grabbed hold of her head and pushed her down tightly. "You're gonna get a mouthful of jism now! UHHHH!"
"Yeah!" Bruce cried, his dick plowing into her asshole full speed. "I'm gonna juice up that hole of yours!"
"Hurry!" she gasped. "Now… oh, I want it all, all your spunk. Drown me with it!"
Jizz was pouring in gobs into her mouth. She could feel his fat cock-head spitting up jism down her throat and she loved it. Christ, how she missed the taste of it. It felt so good, pumping, flushing into her. And her ass, getting injected with jism. Lots of it, pouring down her legs, clogging up her asshole. She smelled of cum, all of her. And sweat, since Bruce was perspiring all over her. She grunted and groaned and collapsed onto the grass behind the bushes. Jesus, she sighed, Jesus.
Nick was pulling up his pants and zipping his fly. "You were a pretty good piece, baby. Maybe we'll see you again sometime."
"Yeah," Bruce nodded, stuffing his cock back into his trousers. "It was some ride."
She was smiling. "Hey, reach my purse over there, will ya?" she asked him, slipping back into her hot pants.
"Sure…" Nick scooped it up, but her wallet fell out. As he reached to pick it up, her noticed that her driver's license was sticking out. He read the name printed on it. Hmm… JACQUELINE SPAULDING. Holy Christ! They just cluster fucked Mark Spaulding's wife! The wife of Playpen's editor-in-chief!
"I'll take that, Mr. Renault," Jackie said slyly.
"Y-You know my name?" Nick stammered.
"Of course." She grabbed the wallet from his shaking hand. "I've met you before. Both you and Mr. Kane."
"Jesus Christ!" Bruce gulped, recognizing her, too. We didn't know…
"What's there to be sorry about?" she laughed. "I loved every minute of it."
Nick swallowed hard. "This… this ain't never gonna happen again…"
"What?" she snapped. "You've got to be kidding. I intend to have a repeat performance tomorrow night. At my home. Mark won't be around, so you won't have to worry about him."
"We couldn't fuck you again," Bruce said, steadily. "Knowing that you're Mark Spaulding's…"
"Oh, but you will. Again and again," she told them. "You don't think I'm giving both of you up, do you? Not after having the best time of my life just now."
"We never hit a chick more than once," Nick explained. "It's a one-shot deal. We hit and split."
"Well, if that's the case," Jackie said, swinging the purse over her shoulder, "maybe Mark might be interested in this little escapade tonight. It might make great bedtime conversation."
"You wouldn't tell Mark…" Bruce said worriedly.
"I might," she smiled.
"That's blackmail!" Nick growled.
"Damn right," Jackie giggled. "Just think, we'd make a great trio. It is agreed, isn't it, gentlemen?"
Bruce looked at Nick. "I…"
"Cunt's got your tongue?" she mused. Nick just kept looking at Bruce. Oh, Christ, how could they have possibly balled the boss' wife? How…