Jo Dawg - Lust with a Lady tonight

Her fingernails went crazy on his back. Red welts and gashes appeared from his clenched buttocks up to his muscular shoulders. All of her weight was up on her shoulders with her legs back over them. As the hard ridge of his cock slid back and forth, it scraped against her clit.

She writhed and screamed through a total climax, then sagged back, spread-eagled beneath him. He paused and eased his cock in and out of her cunt a few times.

When she regained her breath, she opened her eyes and smiled up at him. "You didn't come."

"I will," he said.

"You gave it to me instead."

"When's the last time you came on a cock?"

"Jesus, man," she said, "I can't remember. Damn, that was good."

"Yeah," he sighed.

"I'm gonna feel like shit if I can't get you off."

"You will. Don't worry about that," he said, looking at her. Her face looked innocent and elfish.

His cock was still rock-hard, and still inside her cunt. He had been running it very slowly in and out the full length of her soaking pussy. Each time, on the outstroke, he had teased her clit with the enormous ridge of his meat.

She hadn't even realized what he was doing, but she suddenly found herself aroused all over again. "Oh, shit," she said, lifting her legs.

"Have I told you that you've got a great body?"

"Yeah," she replied. "Have I told you that you've got a great cock? You want me to blow you?"

"Can you take it in the ass?"

"It's a monster, but I can try."

"Roll over!"

Everything in the room smelled of fucking now. Her inner thighs were slick from the sticky juices of her last orgasm and the current response to his teasing cock. The smell of woman was strong as he climbed in back of her and pushed the full length of his meat, clear up to his balls, into her asshole.

"Oh, God, what a cock!" she groaned, the thirst for his prick again taking over her mind.

This little bitch is something else, Wiley thought. She's taking my dick in her ass as if it was as big as her cunt.

He started to fuck her even harder than before. The huge trunk of his prick filled her and expanded the tight, rear ring completely, stretching it to the limit as he fucked in and out.

"Oh, shit… fuck, fuck!" she cried. "Your dick fills my ass so good… so fucking good! Give it to me! Pound the fucking thing clear up to my tits!"

Her screams and the gyrations of her ass cheeks served to drive him on. He bunched the cheeks of his ass and ground his cock into her with ever increasing fury. He charged up her rear hole as her muscles gripped and milked him harder. He prodded the sweet, murky darkness of her rectum to its very depths.

She looked between her legs and laughed aloud with brimming joy as she saw the huge width and length of his juice-soaked cock ramming like a piston into her gaping asshole.

"Oh, God, you got a dick… sweet Jesus, what a prick! Beautiful, beautiful!" she moaned as she continued to match his rhythm. She hunched and stabbed her luscious, silky ass cheeks against his body, sheathing his cock again and again with her ass. Her muscles contracted with every lunge, milking the cum from his seething balls.

"Oh, shit!" he suddenly bellowed. "Suck it, baby… suck it with your asshole! I'm coming… there!"

Her climax met his spurting cum somewhere in the pit of her bowels. She milked his prick with the talented muscles of her rear hole until his dick felt stretched a foot.

They continued to fuck until their energies were totally expended. He fell to her side, bringing her around with him so that his cock remained encased in her ass.

They said nothing. They had already said everything with their bodies. They lay side by side, their eyes reflecting the satisfaction they both felt.

At last his cock became deflated enough to slip out of her hole.

"You're one hell of a piece of ass for a whore."

"You're one Goddam good fuck for a man. Wanna take a shower?"

"Later, after I make a phone call." He held out his hand.

She fumbled in her purse, returned to the bed, and smiled. "Gimme!" She held out her hand.

Wiley fumbled in his pants and they traded – money for piece of paper.

He unfolded it. There was a telephone number and a name. He bit his bottom lip and scowled, thinking, Holly Carpenter isn't the name of a man.

Hope Latham was blonde, twenty-four, with full, no-sag breasts, a flat belly, and legs that seemed to go on forever. Until she met Celeste Harper and fell madly in love with her, she had been a model. When she moved in with Celeste, she gave it up. It was nice to do as she pleased and not have to strap her tits down anymore to work the runway or a photo session.

It was also nice to love and be loved totally in return. And even with all the fucking around she knew Celeste did on the side, Hope knew that the woman really loved her. They both had one wonderful thing in common – they hated and feared men. And neither one of them had ever submitted to a man's ugly, violent cock.

As she dried herself with a towel, she heard the front door slam and then the phone ring. Then she heard Celeste's voice.

"I don't know his name… yes, I called Holly and told her… No, Cody, I'm sure he doesn't know about you or Emilio… Christ, I don't know how he found out about me, and I'm not sure he's got a connection… Yes, I'll let you know. Good-fucking-bye!"

Hope pulled on the bottoms of a pair of shortie pajamas. She left her tits bare and flopping, the way Celeste liked them, and walked into the living room.

"Hi." She kissed Celeste and went to the bar to fix a drink. "Who was that?"

"Cody."

"Jesus," Hope said, topping her scotch off with soda. "Why do you keep fucking around with that maniac? He gives me the creeps every time I see him."

"If it weren't for Cody, I wouldn't have you. I met you at one of his parties, remember?"

"Touche." Hope noticed a strain on her lover's face. She took Celeste's hand and moved it to one of her breasts when she joined her on the couch. "What's going on?"

"Nothing."

"What's the big secret?"

Celeste didn't try to hide her annoyance. "What makes you think something's going on?"

"Because you sound like you're ready to come apart at the seams."

"Don't be an idiot, Hope." Celeste got up to make a drink of her own. She needed one badly. "I wish, sometimes, that you would mind your own business."

Hope was contrite. "Gee, don't get sore, honey. I didn't mean anything. Look, I'll shut up if you want."

"I want." At the bar, Celeste decided she didn't want a drink after all. "I've got a headache. I think I'll lay down for awhile."

Hope said, almost to herself, "I just thought your business was my business. After all, we are…"

Celeste closed the bedroom door, blocking out Hope's voice. She wished, as she climbed into bed, that she hadn't been so short with her. She really loved the girl and didn't know what she would do if she had to do without her. She wouldn't hurt Hope for the world, but this thing was getting out of hand.

Maybe they had gone looking for new kicks once too often.

It was Cody's fault. Cody had pulled the strings and they had performed for him. Cody was a genius in his way. He knew how to control people. He knew their weaknesses and their strong points and he played with them, laughed at them, scorned them.

She hated, Cody. She suspected that the others hated him, too.

Sooner or later she knew she would have to dump Cody. He was a weird duck in so many ways. A real strange one.

Hope interrupted her thoughts. "Do you want an aspirin?"

"No," Celeste sighed.

Hope sat on the edge of the bed, facing her. "I don't like to see you suffer, darling."

Celeste looked at the naked breasts in front of her. Rope would be okay if she wasn't so nosy. She reached out and idly played with one large, heavy breast.