Ron Cameron lay in bed holding the twelve inch-long dildo in his hand, while Kathy Phillips knelt at the side of it, staring at his body.
Christ, she wanted to jump on it so BAD, but he made her stay still and just look at it. And the thing of it was, he knew how badly she wanted it, could practically taste it in her mouth, but he made her kneel where she was. God, if she could just touch him, hold IT, fuck him…
"You want my cock, don't you?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yes, yes! Please, just let me have it for a while. A few minutes, and I could make you SO HAPPY!"
"No, baby." He shook his head. "I would be making YOU happy. But you can't have it now – you've got to wait."
Damn it, he was nineteen years old. Shit, she was twenty-five! And she wanted his cock! Hell, yes. But she hated to beg for it, and he loved when she did.
He made her watch while he jacked off, and she got pissed when he came and saw all the juicy jism drip out of his prick and trickle down to his balls, where he would wipe it up and throw it away.
Goddamn him! That was like wasting a good meal. Fuck, but she wanted to get on top of him, push his prick into her and hump him silly until her cunt came and came and came, and she could feel his spunk spit, all gooey and hot and creamy, into her cunt. But why couldn't she have it when she needed it so fucking bad?
"Is it better than your old stud's, that asshole Tony Duncan?" he asked her.
"Yes," she said quickly. Actually, Tony's prick was longer and wider, but she wasn't thinking of him any more. He was a nobody to her.
All she had in mind was Ron's prick pumping into her snatch, him pressing her against him to make sure she was getting it all, and wouldn't pull out.
He didn't have to worry about her not wanting it, or having to rape her. And the thing was, after the time he did rape her, what he had told her came true: after she was fucked by his cock, she wouldn't want another ever again. It had to be his beef, or nothing! And she got it, oh Christ, did she get it.
"Tell me, baby," he asked, stroking the long dildo. "If I let you on the bed with me, what would you do? What would you like to do? Anything you want."
Her eyes dropped to his crotch. "First…" Her hand reached out to hold his cock, but she quickly pulled it back. She didn't want to get him mad or anything.
"First, I'd start to lick your chest. Very, very lightly. Then I'd work myself down to your navel and lap all around it."
She watched as his prick started to get hard.
"Go on," he told her.
"Then, I would stroke your dick hair… wouldn't touch your cock yet, completely away from it… but I would feel all that bristly hair in my hands. And I would run them through the hair on your legs, on the inside, near your cock, but still, I wouldn't get at it."
He was really getting it up, slowly, but surely.
"And I would kiss all the way down your legs, maybe lick some of the hairs. Ohh, that would really turn me on. I love your legs. They're so hairy and hard and muscular and sexy… and I would work my way down to your toes. Oh, I love toes, too. Especially when I can suck on them. It's a great high when I do that."
Yep, he was really grooving on what she was saying. That cock was jacking up faster… up, up and away.
"And I would bite a little bit on the nail, but would leave the toe alone. In fact, it would feel so good that you'd want to cum like that. And from what I can see, you've got really BIG toes. And I would lick in between, where it's soft and sensitive. And WHILE we're doing all this, I would take your other foot…"
"Which one?" he asked.
"Why, the one I'm NOT sucking, baby. And I would take your big toe, the really BIG one, and I would put it by my cunt. And I would lean on it until it would go in, and I'd jump on it, and suck on your toe harder and HARDER until your prick would be begging for some pussy. But it wouldn't get it yet. No, because after fucking your toes…"
"What a wonderful way to get athlete's feet!"
"Ohh, you've got it, baby. And after I did that, I would take it out and I would make you lay down on your back and I would lay on top of you, but we wouldn't do anything with your meat. No, that CUMS for last. Instead, I would be laying over you and sucking on your neck and rubbing my furry crotch over your legs and chest and stomach, but wouldn't have you touch me! You would be mine to please, and I could continue, only thinking about how fantastic I would make you cum later on. So I would keep sucking on your neck – not real hard so you'd have hickies, but enough to get you all warmed up for the main event. And my snatch would be dripping pussy juice all over your chest, stomach, face, arms, hands."
He was as stiff as a baseball bat. Mmm… she was thinking about having a taste for Ball Park Franks, anyway…
"Keep talking!" he told her.
"Oh yes, baby, yes…" She smiled, leaning over him. "And then I would take your right hand and one by one, I would be sucking on your thumb, pinkie, forefinger… in between, just like your toes. Only I wouldn't fuck your hand. At least, not like usual. Instead, I would take your thick, long middle finger and I would kneel over it and sit on it. And I would groan as it'd go up my ass, and your finger would feel the moistness and juices, all that succulent juice, dripping down your hand. Ohh… I would hump that finger so hard, and jerk it up and down and…"
It was all he could take. He grabbed her roughly and turned her around.
"Not, not yet, Ron," she told him.
"Shut up, bitch!" He squeezed her cunt and pushed his stiff crotch by her ass. At first, she thought he was going to fuck her in the ass, but his prick slid quickly into her cunt. Ahh, doggie-style.
He pumped his cock into her, in and out, faster and faster.
"NO… no… oh God… oh Christ, it feels so good, baby… shit… no way could I shake you off… you've got a tight hold on me and it would take an expert to pry you… off… oh, baby!"
He held her snatch tightly in his hand and pushed it toward him, and in doing so, made his cock shove into her cunt farther and farther.
"Good… nice and wet…"
"And you're so big and hard…" She wanted to say long, but he wasn't as long as Tony. Why should she think of him now when she was having so much fucking fun?
His cock rammed in and out, feeling all those great juices soaking up on his cock, and hammering it in some more. Holy Lord, she was a great fuck… his hand pushed her harder and her ass came clamming into his prick and scooping up some more of the fuck he was giving her. She loved that cock between his legs and now it was between HER legs and balling her like there was no end.
"More! Push it in more!" she told him.
"I'll ram it up to your throat!" he threatened.
"Yes! Yes! I would love that!"
"You like the way I fuck you, baby?"
She cried, "Oh, I love your fucking. It's the fucking best I ever had… oh Jesus… yeah, yeah, it's the best… I love when you fuck me… fuck me… a real ball-buster!"
Her cunt was all squishy and wet and soppy. The more he jerked it in, the more juice came spilling out and squirting all over the bed.
"That's what I call getting a bonus reward!" she squealed.
His balls were filling up with jism. In a few minutes, they would be empty, but it was worth getting rid of every drop, because her snatch would siphon it all up. It was as if her cunt were a suction cup, and it sucked out all his jism and plugged it up, like a cork.
"Oh baby, I'm gonna pump it up your ass!" he yelled. "Here…it is…" The first shot of cum slid up into her moist box. "Fire One!"
"Oh Jesus, I'm cuming… goddamn it!"
"Yeah, kid… fire two…" More followed the initial load.
"Ohh! You're flooding me! I'll be as full as a swamp, you bastard. You've got so much spunk in your nuts, I don't know if i can handle the whole thing…"
"Good to the last drop… fire three!"
She shivered, kicking her ass against his crotch, then screaming out again and falling down on her stomach to the bed. He finished emptying himself into her and rolled off, letting her slide off the side. Cum was pouring out of her cunt near her ass like a gushing oil well, but she couldn't be bothered. She was all fucked out.
Ron got up and put his pants on. Kathy was still lying on the bed, probably asleep, for all he cared.
Shit, the dumb cunt got his rocks off, so what the hell did he need her for afterward? Certainly not another round, because she milked him dry.
He finished dressing and he left her. When she woke up, he would be gone. But that didn't mean he would CUM back later for seconds. And she'd give it to him, whenever he wanted, because he was the fucking best stud she ever had.
He winked at her as he closed the door.
Tony Duncan sat in his apartment with the sixth can of beer he had had in his hand. Fucking bitch did this to him, the slut. Had to get Goddamn drunk so he wouldn't get so horny.
But it wasn't working, and the huge hard-on that was pressing in his pants began to bother him. Shit, but he had a large prick. All his other girl friends complained about how much it hurt when he stuck it in their pussies.
"Not all the way!" Sue screamed at him.
"Oww!" yelled Linda. "It's like getting fucked by the Empire State Building!"
"Christ, baby," gasped Cindy. "You're hurting me, you're hurting me!"
Fuck them! What the hell else was a cunt good for but to shove your meat into it and fuck it. That's why God made 'em. A man had to get his pleasure from somewhere, and Goddamn it, if he felt like putting the whole cock in, HE WOULD.
Kathy never complained. NEVER. She always wanted more and more. But why should he be thinking about that slut now? She dumped him, and for what, he didn't know.
Could be because of the night he shoved his prick down her throat and she got knocked out. Wasn't his fault. He hadn't meant to put her to sleep like that. How did he know, he was stopping her from breathing? She always managed to get the whole damn thing in her mouth before. Why should things change all of a sudden?
His stiff cock kept bending in his pants. Hell, he had to let it out for a while so it could breathe. It was the least he could do for himself.
But just as he took it out, unzipped his fly and pulled out the eighth wonder of the world, he thought: Hey, why should I jack off? Why can't I go out and get me some ass and hump it? Why should I mope around and feel goddamn sorry for myself for having to pull my pud?
He put it back in his pants and got over to the phone. He dialed a few numbers, got some busy signals, and finally hit the right one.
Yep, an old girl friend. Maybe not as foxy looking as Kathy. But she could do the job just as well, if not better.
"Chrissie, what's happening?" he asked.
"Oh, not too much. And you?"
"Well, I actually called to ask you a favor."
She laughed. "A problem, eh? And I'll bet I know exactly which one is acting UP, ha, ha. Give me about fifteen minutes and I'll be over."
"Chrissie, you're a lifesaver."
He hung up and looked at his watch. Hell, in fifteen minutes, he'd be able to get all that cum out of his system. Good old Chrissie. She was always hot for him, always hot for somebody. That's why he broke it off with her. And she understood.
He thought about all the things they had done together, all the ground they covered. He fucked her standing up in a telephone booth, in five feet of ocean water at the beach, and in the Pussycat Theater where they show stag flicks.
He remembered that one: watching Linda Lovelace gulp down Harry Reems' cock, and he got stiff from the sight, and Chrissie hopped on his lap and fucked him dry. He had to admit they added a nice sound track to deep throat, which already had a pretty good one.
And the hand-jobs she gave him, especially at the movie theaters. He would punch a hole on the bottom of his popcorn box and he would stick his stiff prick through it and Chrissie would pretend to reach for some popcorn, but would be jacking him off instead.
Chrissie wasn't so bad looking, either. Most of the chicks he fucked, he didn't care, because as long as they had a cunt and some tits, and he got to ram it up in there, he was happy.
But she was cute, with that small mouth (how she fit all that cock of his in it, he'll never know), blue eyes and long black hair, parted down the side.
Of course, her tits weren't so big, but she had long legs, and she got them wrapped over his shoulders and around his head and shoving that big hairy cunt of hers up so that he could get to her and fuck her good with his cock. Damn, he almost split her in half the first time he hammered it in, since she was so skinny. But it sunk in and he kept pushing it into her until he came, and CHRIST did she cum.
In a few minutes, he heard his buzzer ring and he let her in. She walked in and looked at his fat cock sticking out of his pants, the shape of it pressing through and leaving a tasty outline.
"This is really far-out," she grinned. "Here, I was ready to settle for hamburgers, and I get meat loaf!"
She grabbed the zipper to his crotch.
"Oh baby, it's been a while. Long time, no see!"
"Come on, baby, fuck me… fuck me!" he yelled.
She took off her skirt immediately, and pushed him back softly onto a chair. As he sat, she got on his lap, put her legs up and around his neck, then let herself go and hung backwards with her hair touching the floor.
Quickly, Tony took his cock in his hand and slid it into her cunt.
She gritted her teeth as the thick hunk of meat pushed its way into her drippy hole. "Jesus Christ, you haven't changed at all!" she screamed.
"And you…" He was pumping it into her, watching her dangle in front of him. "You're not getting older, you're getting… better!"
"Oh honey, shove that prick of yours into me harder!"
"All the way, baby, all the… way…"
"Goddamn, it's like getting fucked by the whole upper peninsula!"
She squeezed her inner thighs tightly against his waist, grinding her crotch against his, feeling his pubic hair rubbing fiercely at her warm stomach.
She pushed her ass down harder. Yeah, it felt good. What a nice, shapely ass. And he could see her whole hairy cunt from the bird's eye view he was getting. Thank God she didn't shave like those other chicks did. What good was a muff without FUR? His cock could get a good feel of her pussy hairs as he stuck it in. And his prick looked so pale and white, yet purplish-red and blood-gorged, pounding its way into that big heap of blackness.
Her tiny tits wiggled with each pumping. He spread his legs more and more so he could make her cunt slide down. Uh, he was driving her crazy with his enormous cock. Nine inches of fucking pleasure. And almost two inches thick. What a cock!
"I want every drop of your mouth-watering cum in my snatch!" she ordered him. "I want that dam flooded, and ain't no little Dutch boy gonna stick his finger up the dyke!"
"Then you'll get it…now!" He squirted it into her.
She jerked back and felt the impact of his jism firing into her cunt. It left her speechless, the stuff pouring, dripping from her twat in big loads. Her hands reached out and clawed at him, but still, she fell back, powerless. She knew she had to let him inject his cum into her, to take what he would have to give her.
She released her legs and slid down to the floor, still groaning, but with a smile on her face. He put his pants back on.
"Okay, Chrissie, get the fuck out of here!" he ordered her. "I'm done using you. I got my rocks off!"
She glared at him. "You motherfucking bastard! I'm not through with you yet."
"Too bad, baby. I'm through with you."
She spit at him, then reached into her cunt, grabbed a handful of cum and threw it in his face. "Asshole! Why did I even bother coming?"
"So you could cum!"
She got her clothes back on. "Don't bother me again, shit head."
"Only if I think my nuts are nice and full."
"Fuck you!"
"You will, baby. Don't worry."
She finally got everything together. "You Goddamn sprinkler hose! Go fuck a gas tank next time!" She slammed the door after her.
He laughed. Cunt. He didn't want to get involved with her any more. And screwing her made him realize how much he missed, doing it with Kathy. Hell, Kathy was his ONLY lay. Nobody could replace her. Her snatch was just too good to put down.
The hell with it! He was going to find out why Kathy dumped him like that. Shit, it had to be another guy. It added up to it. But all these months, she only dug his cock, nobody else's. Why would she go meat shopping in another butcher shop?
Then his mind was settled. Tomorrow, he was going to go over to Mad-hatter Place and find that fucking cunt and talk some reason into her. And even if it meant that he'd have to shove his cock up her twat just to remind her of what a good thing she walked out on, he'd do it.
She had to cum back to him. Man, he really was hung up on that chick, and he'd do his damnedest to get her back.
Fuck, his cock was throbbing again.