Jo Dawg - Lust with a Lady tonight

"Oh, God, what a dick! Celeste, honey, you're nuts for not wanting it! You're crazy for not fucking it! That little girl doesn't know how good she had it this afternoon. Fuck me, Emilio! Fuck Hell out of me, you ape!"

Above her Emilio was writhing in bliss as he threw his head back, closed his eyes and fucked her. Looking down between her legs so she could see his cock appear, then disappear up into her pussy, Holly could hardly contain her ecstasy.

He grabbed her shaking tits and kneaded their ample flesh with his fingers while Celeste slipped a couple of fingers up into her asshole, moving them in and out in tandem with his cock.

"Oh, it's so fucking good! Come in me, come in me!" Holly shouted.

With her free hand, she caressed his balls, thrilling as she felt the smooth, yet bumpy skin of his sac. The head of his cock bounced off the back of her pussy as she frictioned herself, sucking in air as fast as she could, her whole body feeling as if it were on fire. A dull haze of excitement surrounded her, blocking out everything except the prick and the hands which were giving her so much pleasure.

"It's coming… it's coming!" she gasped.

Celeste rammed her fingers in and out of her asshole, shoving them in as far as she could, stretching Holly's tender flesh. Holly spasmed out a fresh batch of hot, heavy cream that rolled down the length of her cunt in a steady stream.

"Emilio… Emilio, you bastard," Celeste gasped.

"What… what the fuck?" he panted, his balls thudding against Celeste's hand on every lunge.

"Let me have some of her," Celeste hissed, tugging on his hips. "Let me eat her cunt a little. Jesus, I'm hotter than hell for it!"

Holly felt Emilio's horse cock slide from her pussy. She squeezed, trying to trap it, to keep its hardness deep in her hungry belly.

But then there was something almost as good.

She felt Celeste's head go between her thighs. Then her tongue was between her cunt lips, probing farther on into her cunt walls. In seconds, her cunt was even more on fire. Holly's hips worked like a piston, jamming her cunt into Celeste's face and her hole over the woman's tongue.

"Ohhhhh, such sweet pussy," Celeste gurgled, sucking and licking like there was no tomorrow. "Sweet, wet, juicy pussy!"

Celeste's own cunt, with the thighs around it spread wide in invitation, was directly in front of Holly's face.

Suck it, her mind said, eat it… just like she's eating your cunt!

"Suck it," Emilio said, pushing on her head. "Suck that pussy, Holly."

Then they were licking and sucking on each other's cunts. Their tongues were like hard cocks in each other's cunts, probing, searching, finding each other's elite. They buried their noses into each other and thrilled with the musky, feminine smell.

Holly sucked on Celeste's outer folds and slipped her middle finger up into her asshole. Celeste reacted by squirming around even more, getting closer and closer to her climax. Holly's finger made her buck upward as if she were trying to get away from it. When Celeste started to rub her ass, Emilio stopped her.

"I've got something much better than a finger," he said, straddling her ass.

"Oh, yes, please, please, Emilio," Holly sighed. "Put it back in me… in my asshole… please, I need it!"

Celeste looked up from Holly's crotch and said yes with her eyes.

Emilio shifted until he was in position behind Holly. He placed his cock between her spread ass cheeks. Celeste used her hand to guide his prick into the hole just behind where she was sucking.

"Yes! Oh, fuck me in the ass! Pour your cock up me, Emilio! Hurry' HURRY! I need it!"

Emilio leered. At last he was going to get Holly's ass. Something he had dreamed about since the first time he had fucked her cunt. And she was going to let him. God, he thought, the rape must have really turned her on.

Celeste had his cockhead at Holly's asshole. She looked up at him and smiled. "Now! Ream her!"

He lunged.

To his surprise, his giant cock slid in easily. In a second, his balls were being licked by Celeste and his prick was clear up, deep, into Holly's asshole. The combined pressure of Celeste's chin and tongue on her clit and Emilio's huge pole in her asshole drove Holly wild.

As Celeste thrust her tongue up into the girl's seething pussy, Emilio withdrew his cock and sent it slamming up again in her ass. It was a tight fit, but his cock was rock hard. He started a regular, even rhythm, one designed to create long, deep orgasms.

Holly gobbled furiously, greedily, on Celeste's cunt and made her come. Celeste grabbed her tits as she smeared her pussy all over the younger girl's face. Emilio's cock slashed in and out of her asshole. Her nipples were gorged with pleasure as he hammered away at her, driving his cock up into her ass to the hilt. His balls slapped against her cunt, the force of his thrusts shaking her body. Her hands clutched at the carpet and the idea of being completely, physically dominated by them both thrilled her as much as the way his prick and her tongue made her feel.

"Give it to me…give it to me!" she shrieked.

Emilio let loose a stream of cum that spurted up into her asshole, searing her and adding to her own orgasm. Her whole body seemed to rattle as she continued to come and come. His balls spat into her once more, filling her up. Her body heaved up and down as if she were having convulsions.

His balls empty, Emilio continued to plunge into her asshole until his cock was soft and lifeless. Then he pulled it out of her ass.

"Jesus," Holly said, rolling away from them to face Cody where he sat at the bar, smoking and drinking. "Have I been fucked!"

"I agree," Cody said. "A truly beautiful performance."

Celeste gasped. "When can we, do it again, Cody?"

"Not for awhile, I'm afraid. And I don't think we should see each other for a few weeks. All three of you had better leave now and stay close to your places for awhile."

"Shit, why, Cody?" Celeste said, a pouting look on her face.

Cody took a long drag on his cigar, and watched the smoke spiral up to the ceiling.

"Because there was something wrong with this one. I just don't feel right about it."

Wiley Morrison repaired their drinks at the bar and glanced at the girl's reflection in the mirror. The New York skyline shimmered behind her.

Maybe tonight, he thought, she sure seems ready.

He had been taking her out for six weeks and had yet to touch her. In fact, he had even given some thought to asking her to move in with him at least then he might be able to get into her panties.

Who knows, he thought, studying her stunning figure and face in the mirror, she might even be marrying material. She certainly had the looks and brains to be the wife of an up-and-coming young attorney.

But before going that far, Wiley wanted to check out her sex drive. He knew where his was – at the very top.

Again he checked her image. Jennie Fields, a truly exciting female and no doubt about it. She was a sleek, exciting feline, with amazing breasts and body.

He knew. He'd seen her naked in her last movie. Now he wanted to see her naked in the flesh. And hadn't she smiled over dinner at the suggestion and said, "Who knows?… maybe tonight will be the night."

He turned from the mirror and moved to the sofa handing Jennie her drink. Her breasts filled the front of her dress when she leaned forward to take it. The top also fell outward, and he could see a mile down the dark valley of her cleavage.

The ice shook slightly in the glass. She looked up, saw the path of his eyes, and followed. "You've seen them before," she smiled.

"Yeah, I know." He settled into the sofa. "But I don't think I'll ever get tired of looking at the real thing… if I ever get to see the real thing." He sipped his drink and watched her over the rim of the glass.