Kathy Phillips sat in the bathtub, playing with the bubbles and watching a few of them pop when they got sucked into her pussy. She was staring at that shower hose wickedly, thinking about how she could turn the water on lukewarm and aim it at her clit.
Ohh… she was getting so damn horny, and it would have to happen when Tony left for work. Shit, she had to face it. She loved his cock. No doubt about it. Her cunt watered when she imagined his red-hairy body, his tan flesh that had so much hair on it, on his legs, on his inner thighs, around his prick, on his arms, on his chest.
She could cum, picturing herself lying on top of it with his cock pumping into her and she, massaging his hairy legs and arms and chest… And he was so big. Christ, it was fantastic when he shoved that monstrous prick into her box and humped her like a madman. It got her hot when she saw how worked up he was getting, the sweat pouring from his face he rammed his cock in hard.
And the cum, she could feel it squirting into her cunt as he gasped and heaved and collapsed on top of her. One thing about Tony, when he came, he came! She usually had to stuff a pad in her twat after he shot his wad so it would soak up whatever cum she couldn't wipe out.
She stroked her crotch and stared at the shower hose. God, she was so tempted. It would hurt, jacking off. She'd still be just as horny for Tony when he got back at twelve-thirty. But Christ, it was only seven-thirty, and she was as horny as hell for him.
No, she shook her head. She felt guilty, getting her rocks off that way. She wanted Tony to do it, and not the hose. Sure, the water could make her clit get off, but there was nothing like meat and bone to do the work. Especially his meat, which was as close to a bone as you could get. Tony never had trouble getting it up, and especially since she was so helpful.
Yet, that hose was really getting to look nice… real nice. In fact, she saw it, not as a shower hose, but as an enormous cock, just waiting to be used. It had to be Tony's, of course, but it still made her see it as a prick. A nice, long, thick, stiff, hard and meaty…
Buuuuzzzz!
Who the fuck could be at the door now? Just as she was about to reach for that damn thing!
"Who is it?" she called out.
"It's me, Ron. Ron Cameron from down the hall."
Ron? What the hell did he want to stop by for? Oh, for shit sakes, people were just so damn inconsiderate, can't let decent people get their gun off when they want, always bugging them.
"Just a minute, Ronnie, I'm in the tub. Why don't you come in and wait in the living room. I'll be right out. I think the door's open."
She heard the front door open and close, then stepped out of the tub and dried off. She could really dry her pussy, because it was still wet from being horny. Shit, of all the damn things…
"Hope I'm not barging in," he said, sitting down on the couch.
"No, not at all," she replied. "I was getting kind of lonely. Nothing on TV tonight except football."
She finished wiping herself oft then slid into her adjoining bedroom and slipped into her previously worn pair of jeans and halter top. Her tits bobbed in it, but she didn't feel like putting on a bra and another blouse. The hell with it.
She went into the front room and saw Ron. He was sitting with his legs crossed and his arms stretched strangely across his crotch. Silly. Boys acted so silly in front of girls, afraid to have a hard-on when the way they were sitting always gave away how big they were.
"You look real nice tonight, Kathy," he told her, his eyes going over her tits.
She noticed, but pretended not to. A normal boyish thing to do. What the hell, the guy was nineteen, and she knew about the parade of chicks in his room. Just couldn't get enough snatch.
"Thank you." She smiled and sat back in her lounging chair, thrusting her tits up at him. "I'm surprised you're not with your girl friend tonight."
"Oh…" He stared down at her pussy for a moment, then at her tits again, and said, "She has to work tonight. Always works on Fridays. Busy in her department. The store's open until midnight."
Kathy lit up a cigarette and blew the smoke out sensually. She smiled again. "Are you getting along with her okay?"
He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess." He was drooling over her snatch and shapely legs.
"What do you mean, 'You guess'? Did you have a fight or something?"
"Yeah…" He wasn't interested in what she was saying, but he tried to keep up the conversation. Slowly, he moved his hand away from his fly and practically revealed the huge hard-on he had. It bulged out of his pants like a T-bone without the steak.
She couldn't help looking at it. Of course, it wasn't as big as Tony's, but then again, not too many guys she knew were. She didn't like the way Ron was acting, though. Too strange, different.
"Aren't you getting along?" she forced herself to say, trying not to look at his prick.
"Christ, you're beautiful…" He was unabashedly gawking at her.
"Ronnie, are you okay?" she asked.
"You've got the greatest tits… ass… cunt…"
"Ronnie…" She started to get up. He was crazy. Actually out of his mind.
He went after her and stood in front. "What's the matter, baby? Don't be afraid. Come on, it's me, Ronnie."
"Ronnie, please, don't do anything. You…"
"I know you want it, baby," he said, unzipping his fly and pulling out his stiff cock. "Just dying for it."
"You better leave," she stammered.
He grabbed her hand and pulled it close to his cock. She tried to squirm away, but he wouldn't let her. "Touch it," he told her.
"No. Ronnie, stop it!"
"I said touch it, you bitch!" He drew back and slapped her across the face. "Touch it or I'll make you touch it!"
Weakly, she reached out.
He was breathing heavily, waiting. Just as her fingers were getting near it, she pulled her hand away and ran from him. The door was locked – the son of a bitch made sure of that when he came in.
She screamed and headed for the windows, hoping that someone would see her. Nobody was outside.
"You fucking cunt!" he swore and grabbed her, pushing her against the wall. He pinned her in the corner, then, with one motion, ripped her pants open, pulled down her panties and stared at her hairy cunt.
"Shit! What a cunt!"
With another tear, he got her halter top open and was pushing his chest against her tits while fumbling with his stiff cock.
"No, no…" she begged him. "Please, Ron, don't fuck me! Don't stick it in me!"
"Not a chance, baby," he groaned, and he shoved his cock into her pussy roughly. As he hammered it in, she was pinned, standing up, against the wall.
"You sweet cunt… you're gonna get fucked good. I ain't gonna pull it out until you cum, honey, and I know you'll love it."
"Goddamn you… uh… stop, it isn't wet… it hurts, damn it… Jesus… don't do it…"
"I'm gonna fuck you royal, baby… you'll be kissing my cock by the time I finish with you… you'll want more, and you can have as much as you want."
"You bastard! I wouldn't… take shit from you… stop it, you mother fucker, you're killing me with that thing… OWW!"
He held her ass as he pumped, getting a good hold on her. The farther he fucked into her snatch, the better he liked it. He had her all juiced up, but he would have to really try to get her off. She wasn't enjoying it. But she would… soon.
"Take it all, you cunt! I'm giving you all my cock. It's gonna make you cum like you never came before. It'll be in your blood, and after you've had it, you'll never want another cock again."
"Fuck you!"
She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. He kept shoving it into her and wouldn't stop. It was like a hammer, ramming into her as hard as it could. And funny… as much as she struggled, her cunt was beginning to enjoy it. Maybe not a hell of a lot, but it wasn't that awful. And she was surprised to find herself shoving her pussy toward his cock, more and more, as if she liked being fucked by him.
Soon, she was holding him tighter, and groaning in his ear.
"Oh, you bastard! Ohh… harder, harder…"
"I told you you'd like it," he grinned, and shoved it in with all his might. "You're gonna suck it when you're done!"
"You fucker," she moaned, "oh… you're gonna make me cum… oh baby… no, you can't do it!"
"Both of us, doll," he humped faster. "Now… NOW!"
"I can't help it… I'm cuming, I'm cuming…"
"You've had it, babe… nothing'll stop you from cuming, and keep me from pouring my load into you… Oh Jesus Christ Almighty… fuck, baby!"
He let her go and they both fell to the floor. A lot of his jism shot at her jeans and got on the carpet since he didn't hold her good enough when he came. Hell with it. She'd have to clean it up, not him. And she got her nuts off, too. He was gad about that.
"All right, baby," He pushed her head down to his crotch. "Suck it. Make me cum again."
Robot like, she put his prick in her mouth and started to blow it. He felt like she had always done it, his daydreams always mixing with the real world. He looked down at her while she ate his meat.
Ahh, damn, she was great! He could feel his prick growing in her mouth. The cunt really knew her cocks, didn't she? Yeah, baby, keep doing it. Don't stop… sucking… she was kissing his balls. Yeah, yeah, he liked that. It felt good. Now she was licking down the shaft. That was good, too.
He closed his eyes and groaned. Fuck, what a tongue! Just like he knew, had always known, how good she was. She was sucking on it again. Fantastic… he was going to cum… keep doing it, baby… oh… come on… shit… Jesus Christ, you beautiful cunt… mmm… yeah, yeah, ahh… uh… uh… he could feel the jism in his balls boiling, wanting to fire out of him… he was ready… aahh! Holy fuck! Shit! Hot damn!
His prick shrank and turned limp. Kathy got up and went into the bathroom and ran some water. She was in there for a while.
He zipped up his pants. What the fuck was taking her so long? He went in the john to find her.
"What's the matter, babe?" he asked her.
"You lousy bastard…" She went to slap him, but he grabbed her hand and held it.
"Hey, hey, calm down. I know you loved it. Maybe not as long as your boy friend's, but prime cut, eh?"
She turned away from him. "Get out of here! I never want to see you again!"
"I doubt that, doll. You'll be calling on me soon when you get nice and horny."
"Get out!" she screamed.
He grinned and headed for the door. Before he opened it, he said, "Just remember, kid, when you want the REAL thing, I'm down the hall."
"Bastard!" she yelled, but he was gone.