Unknown - Connie_s young lover

She needed cock. Goddamn, did she need cock! It had been at least two days since she had last felt six inches of hard, hot prick fucking her cunt. Christ, shit, fuck, piss it couldn't have been that long ago! She had never gone that long without cock unless you counted the days she was on the rag, but even then some courageous dick would fuck her pussy.

Connie felt the incessant itch between her thighs. What now? Finger her pussy, pretending that it was the six inches of cock she needed? Christ, any woman knew that what a man had hanging, prick erecting, between his legs was a better thing to get off on than one or two fingers.

She delved between her thighs. God, her cunt was really wet! She felt the lips. God, her cunt-lips were swollen! She felt her cunt. Christ, she needed a fuck-a cock, a goddamn husky cock that would give her pussy a real good naming all night.

What to do?

She turned around in the chair, grabbed the phone and dialed.

"Jason, I know I shouldn't be calling you at home, but if I don't get a goddamn good fucking right now, I'll go bananas!"

"Connie… er… don't ever call me at home again," replied a husky whispering voice. Now angry: "What if my wife had answered?"

"Oh, fuck your wife!" Connie said, slamming down the phone.

It was Saturday night, Connie had a hot cunt, and one of her favorite fuckers had just refused to come over to her apartment and douse the flames that roared through her pussy.

Another phone call.

"Martin, what time you closing tonight?"

"Who's this? Connie? Oh, hi, Connie. Listen, I'm really busy tight now, I gotta fix a millions drinks, the club's packed tonight, and"

"Fuck me!" Connie blurted.

"What?"

"Listen, Martin, get your ass away from that bar and came over to my apartment and fuck me. I'm dying for prick. I'm gonna go crazy if some guy doesn't come over and lay me. Now, are you gonna do it or do I have to… "Shit, what could she do if Martin refused her?

"Connie, I can't. I'm busy. Listen, how about tomorrow? I'll pick you up at-"

Connie slammed the phone down again.

"Fuck!" she screamed. "This is fucking crazy. I wanta be laid, and nobody's willing. Fuck, shit, piss!"

She went into her bedroom, stripped off her clothing. Throwing her blouse to the left, her hip-huggers to the right, and her bra overhead, she stared at the mirror. She stared at her naked body, evaluating it from a man's point of view. She had tits made to be fondled. God, they were still firm, still fully packed. And, shit, her nipples were made to be sucked.

Connie couldn't believe it. She wasn't some ugly hag. She didn't have bad breath, hairy legs or zits on her tits. She had one of the finest thirty-three-year-old bodies in town. Wasn't that what her last fucker had told her?

"Shit, Connie, you've got a body built like a brick shithouse." Those were Jason Moresby's words as they had lain on the sofa, he on top of her, his prick buried balls-deep in her horny cunt.

They were drunk, had been drinking since their last fuck which was exactly an hour ago. He had called her tits scrumptious, her cunt delicious, and he had licked her nipples, tongue-tickled her navel before finally settling his mouth over the lips of her cunt.

Cunt eating. Yeah, that was something that she had always dug. And Jason was no slobbering idiot. He ate her puny, licked up and down her creamy cunt so many times that Connie was ready to crawl the walls.

With every upward lash of his tongue, his nose rubbed her cunt. And that made Connie scream.

"Oh, god! You eat me so good! Aaaiiieeee!!"

And with every downward stroke of his tongue, his chin would bump her asshole. And that would make Connie wrap her thighs even more intensely around his fact and she would writhe and scream.

"You goddamn mother fucker! Oh, Christ, eat my cunt! Eat my cunt! Eat my cunt!"

And when Jason shifted around to present his prick to her opening mouth, his lips would leave her cunt momentarily. And that would make Connie eager for more tongue, more nose-rubs against her clit, more chin-bumps against her asshole.

Jason's cock stabbed into her face. Connie grabbed his prick eagerly, guiding it to her pursed lips. She planted little French kisses all over the hot head, then engulfed his entire tool.

Cock sucking. God, that was another thing that she really dug! There were times that she wished she weren't so good at giving blow jobs. Maybe if she were a beginner, those big cocks wouldn't come so fast. But Connie knew she was good. Too many men had told her that she was the best cock sucker They'd ever known.

Cock sucker. The best cock sucker.

Shit, she had a reputation, and now she would have to prove to Jason that she was second to none when it came to eating prick.

She gobbled his cock head, her lips sliding tightly down the shaft. His prick was a good eight inches, but there had been so many cocks down her throat since she was fourteen that eight inches of stiff prick was no big deal.

She moved back, her lips tightly gripping the shaft, then the cock-head, as she retreated. Then down again, her mouth opening wide as her lips came into contact with wiry crotch hairs.

Up… down..up down. Shit, the asshole was coming already! That was the only fucking thing wrong when you were the best cock sucking chick in the world. The pricks didn't last very long. Why the hell couldn't they control their balls? Why the fuck couldn't their pricks stay hard?

The cum was throbbing, spurting, then blasting out of his cock like water from a sawed-off fire hydrant. The spurts of sperm clogged her throat, but she gulped and kept gulping, not a drop of cock cream escaping her mouth.

And there were other things about being the best cock sucker in the world that Connie wasn't happy with. Every time those cocks blasted into Jo her mouth, it was thrilling and challenging for her but where the hell was her own goddamn orgasm?

Even now, as Jason's cock spewed forth his cream, where the hell were those good cunt-eating lips of his? Connie knew where they were. Jason's lips would be spread in an ecstatic smile as he felt the thrill of coming in her mouth.

Jason screamed: "Oh, baby, you are the best! Goddamn, you're the best. Suck that jizz, baby! Eat my cum! Shit, my prick's never been sucked off so good before!"

Connie was pleased when Jason once again reaffirmed that she was the best cock sucker in the world. But while he was moaning and groaning, his lips just weren't glued to her pussy-flaps any more. No more up and down tongue-swipes over her hot gash. No more tongue-teases across her erect cut. The bastard was simply getting off in her mouth, having all the ecstasy while she was out in the cold left with nothing but her reputation for being the world's number-one cock-sucker.

Connie sucked heartily on his prick, swallowing down the last of his spunk. Then she bit down not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to make Jason scream:

"Mother-fucking shit! What the hell did ya do that for?"

"Because you're a goddamn asshole who cares about nothin' but gettin' his own rocks off!" said all those things to make her feel good.

She studied her ass in the mirror. She wiggled her buns, convincing herself that she did have a good ass that it was the type of ass most girls envied and most men whistled at as she stooped over to put groceries into her car.

Now that she had studied herself in the minor, Connie knew that she'd strike it rich with some man tonight. In a town full of five thousand people, half the population had to be male, and at least half of those males had to have pricks that would come erect at the sight of her cunt, ass and tits.

She vowed to try again, this time the nice girl approach. She picked up the phone, lay back in the bed. She kicked off her panties and spread her legs.