J Long - The town sluts

"aaaaaihieeeee! My cunt! My cunt! My asshole!"

Then there was silence. An ominous silence. And Eula sweated underneath the red crepe dress that fit over her head like a parachute shower cap.

Oh no!

Fumble. Fumble. Fumble.

Oh no!

Crinkle. Crinkle. Crinkle.

Eula knew it was coming. She just knew she was gonna get it now. Somewhere out there, beyond the red crepe of her parachute shower cap, his cock was exposed, hard and eager to fuck her. She could feel it in her bones.

Then she felt the bone in her cunt.

"Aaaaaiiiieeeee! Oh God – fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Kirby slammed his cock into her eager cunt, felt the lips of her pussy slide past his shaft as he rammed it home. Felt her pussy pooch out toward him, eager to embrace his eight inches of prime cock-meat.

"Aaaaiiiiieeeee! Fuckme! Fuck my clit! Fuck my cunt!Fuck my – oh no! No! I've never been fucked in the ass before! Aaaaaiiieeeee!"

Kirby made a moist mess of the crinkly red crepe dress where he had tried to kiss where he thought her mouth was, trying to shut her up so she wouldn't scream when he slammed his cock into her asshole.

And Eula's face was covered with sweat and Kirby's saliva that leaked through the crepe. And her asshole felt bruised and no longer tingly as she felt his cockhead banging against her shit-hole, trying to make her rectum into a cunt.

"Aaaaaiiiieeee! Please! Shove it into my cunt! Not my ass!Please! Not my ass!"

Crinkle. Crinkle. Crinkle.

And as the crepe dress crinkled, her asshole wrinkled in writhing agony because Kirby had managed to get a toe-hold, or rather a glans-hold on her shit-tube.

Then he lunged forward, up and in.

And Eula tried to backpedal up the porpoise side of the wall, but her sweaty spine slipped and she toppled against the whales and slammed down on his cock.

"Aaaaiiiiieeeeee! My ass! Oh God! My ass burns! My ass burns!"

Aspirins? Why the fuck would she want aspirins now?

Crinkle. Crinkle. Crinkle.

Slush. Slush. Slush.

Kirby's face was just as sweaty as Eula's now as he shoved all the way into her wrinkly asshole.

Eula was close to fainting and farting at the same time. Oh how her ass burned as Kirby's prick tried to make a womb out of her lower intestine.

Kirby withdrew slightly, seven inches slightly. With only one big fat inch of his cockhead still embedded in her asshole. He couldn't believe how tight her asshole gripped his cock. And every time she moved, her asshole would writhe around his cock.

He shoved into her ass all the way again. He knew it was in all the way again because his balls were big enough to slap against the wall that braced her ass from behind.

"Aaaaaiiiieeeee! Oh take it out! Please! My ass is burning up! It hurts! Please! Aaaaaiiiiieeeee!"

Kirby kept shoving in and out of her asshole. Kept fucking her rectum until he no longer felt his balls banging against the wall behind her because they had drawn up tight against his crotch.

Eula kept screaming because she knew he was going to come in her ass. She could tell because it felt like the head of his prick had become like a plunger. And she knew enough about pricks that when they became big and their heart-shaped heads began to pulse like mad, they were ready to spew out semen, or "jizz" as her ex-husband called it, or "nectar of the Gods" as her women's magazines called it.

Kirby felt as if his balls were going to explode, blow off bis crotch and volcano up his prick until his cock was spurting lava instead of nectar of the Gods.

"I'm cccoooommmmmiiinnnggg!Oh God! Oh God! Oh, fucking God!"

"Aaaaaiiieeeee! Easy! Shoot easy! Please shoot it easy!"

Kirby wanted to laugh. But he couldn't because his cock-cream was spurting out of his prick. No woman had ever told him to come easy. Shit, how could a guy who was fucking a virgin asshole for the first time come easy? Coming easy was just too hard. And coming hard was just too easy.

Kirby came hard easily. Oh God, three week's cock-cream had been stored in his balls. And now his semen came out in spurts and spews, in gushes and rushes, in gobs and wads.

"Aaaiiiiieeeeee! My ass! My ass! Oh God! You're ripping my ass!"

Crinkle. Crinkle. Crinkle.

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

Then one little spurt.

"Ohhhhhhh, God! Oh Kirby, my ass… oh God! My ass!"

Kirby collapsed against Eula's heaving body, his five-o'clock shadow scraping her hot tits, his sweaty hands limply falling off her ass to rest orangutan-like against his sides.

Then his cock oozed like a slug out of her pussy.

Plop.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

It's a very shocking thing to be found with a jack-off gadget on your prick.

It was very shocking to Wendell Rathers. Nobody had ever seen his prick while it was encased in a rubbery tube that had all kinds of other tubes connected to the base-electrical wiring that could make the rubbery tube vibrate around his prick as another jolt of current moved the condom-like device up and down on his cock as the insides flushed with warm water.

It was so shocking to Wendell that his prick shrank. And the water that was pumped into his jack-off gadget came spilling out all over his lap and short-circuited the wires that made the thing vibrate and the wires that moved the artificial cunt up and down on his cock.

"Aaaaaiiiieeee! Shutit off!God Damn! Shut it off! My cock's frying!"

Becky Jane Johnson didn't know what to do, didn't know what button to push. There were so many buttons in the panel that flanked Wendell's flopping legs.

She pushed a button. Felt something slam against her pussy as she was on all fours beneath Wendell Rathers' desk.

"Aaaaiiiieeee! Something's attacking my cunt! My cunt!"

"My cock! Please! My cock's frying to Hell!"

Becky didn't give a shit that his cock was frying to hell. And though the smell of frying pubic hair assaulted her nostrils, and even though the warm gush of soapy water was splattering her face, coming from the tube that had fallen off Wendell's prick, there was no way she could find any buttons to push.

Because something fat and big and banana-shaped was pushing against her clit-button. Indenting her lemon-yellow panties, right in the middle of the cunt-stained crotch.

Becky Jane scrambled forward, trying to move away from that banana-like object that kept slapping at the soggy crotch of her panties. But her forward momentum carried her too far forward. Her nose was singed by the flashing sparks that emanated from Wendell's burning crotch.

"Motherfucker! My cock! Ooooohhhh, God! My cock's on fire!"

Becky coughed, moaned as that banana-like object followed her pussy in whatever direction her ass moved. She moved her ass to one side.

Accidentally pushed another button.

A mechanical hand came out from beneath the desk, scraped against Becky Jane's head as it headed for Wendell's frying cock.

The mechanical hand had a velvet glove on it. And the fingers were in a gripping position. It gripped Wendell's frying cock, suffocated the fire that smoldered at his loins. Began jacking off his blackened cock as he screamed: "AAAAAHIIIEEEEEE!"

And Becky Jane Johnson watched the mechanical hand jacking off Wendell's prick in its charred and shrunken state. She couldn't believe it! His fucking desk was a fucking and sucking machine. It was a deviate desk! Full of perverted drawers. Full of gross gadgets and degrading devices.

Like the device that had torn through the crotch of her soggy panties and was slamming into her cunt in a rhythmic manner.

"Aaaaiiieee! My cunt! Something's in my cunt!"

Becky slammed her ass against the other wall panel.

Pushed another button.

Accidentally.

A loudspeaker blared in the room as the lights dimmed. A voice spoke. A very erotic woman's voice that sounded as if she had been gargling with sperm.