J Long: X-rated reunion

Tina Morales stood before the full-length mirror. She hated what she saw, hated the size forty-inch tits that were starting to sag, hated the little white spots that stained her cheeks – little white spots on her cheeks?

What the hell was that?

Oh no, it had to be cum! A lot of cum that must have come from a pretty hefty pair of balls for that much jizz to stain her rouged cheeks.

"Shit!" she moaned, trying to work her fingernails under the pasty-dried cum stains that stuck to her skin like year-old band aids.

"Shit!" she moaned again when the first cum drop stain peeled off her face, taking with it a couple of millimeters of olive-tanned skin.

"What the fuck are you doing?" came a husky voice from behind her.

"What the fuck do you care?"

"I care a lot – so what are you doing? Picking your zits? Ha, ha, ha!"

Tina spun around, looked very angry, looked very mean at the husky, hairy man sitting propped up in bed, the sheets arched before him as if little elves had pitched a tent at his crotch.

"Fuck you," Tina spat.

"I wish."

"You wish what?" Tina replied in pissed-off fashion.

"I wish you'd fuck me."

"Christ, we just finished fucking. What the fuck do you wanta fucka again for? Jesus fucking Christ!"

"You sure say fuck a lot."

"Fuck you."

"I wish. Ha, ha, ha."

Tina raised her eyes to the ceiling, wished there really was a God that could make her understand what the fuck that man was saying that made him talk in ridiculous circles. But she knew there wasn't a God because a good, kind God would not have condemned her to such a fucked-up life.

"Hey, did you hear what I said, Tina? I wish you'd fuck."

Tina turned back, refusing to tell the guy to get fucked, because then he would just say, "I wish," and then she'd say, "Get fucked," and they'd be going in endless circles when all she wanted was her money for giving the guy a fucking so she could go home.

"I'll give you fifty bucks if you fuck my cock now."

Hmmmm? Christ! Fifty bucks for a fuck – when the hell was the last time she got fifty bucks for letting a prick enter her cunt?

She took a chance. "Make it fifty-five and you got your self some pussy to fuck."

Tina could hear the guy digging into his wallet. "All right, fifty-five it is. But first you got to give me a five-minute suck job. All right?"

"Fuck."

"I wish. Ha, ha, ha!"

"Ah, shit! What the fuck's wrong with you anyway?" Tina said, spinning around and facing the arched tent and the blustery-looking face above it. "You got a one-track mind or something?"

"I just wish that you'd fuck me for fifty dollars and give me a five-minute suck job for another five bucks. All right?"

Hold that thought a moment, which was a hard thing to do because in her business all the thinking was done by her pussy and not her brains.

Well, shit, she had to eat because she knew if she didn't eat and keep her body in shape then her pussy wouldn't be able to do all the thinking about how many pricks she could fuck in a day to keep her body alive so that it would take on some more pricks the next day.

"Okay. Suck for five, then fuck for fifty."

"All right, Tina! Get up here and start making mouth music!"

Tina ambled over to the bed. She crawled to the tented crotch, removed the sheet.

Jeezus, the smell of fuck juice was all over that ten-inch cock – shit, she could see specks of dried cum-balls all over that hunk of cock-meat.

"Come on, Tina-baby! Get your mouth on my prick and go to town. Eat that big bugger, baby. Eat it all! And don't you worry about the time, 'cause I'll just keep my watch real near your face so you can stop sucking after five minutes. Come on, Tina With The Tight Lips, start sucking!"

Tina With The Tight Lips was ready to gag. And retch. Maybe even throw up.

Why don't these assholes ever wash their pricks?

Not even ten-buck hookers want to touch something that wouldn't pass the board of health. Shit, she thought… and, naturally, that's what his cock tasted like.

Tina had a long tongue to go with her tight lips – a good combination for a girl who thinks with her pussy and makes a living alleviating big pricks like this one of all that white junk that's in their balls.

Her long tongue snaked out, swiped across the drooling cock-slit.

"Ooooooh, Tina! You got the best act of cocksucking lips in the country. Come on, get down on my prick and swallow it all! Come on, Tina-baby, I know you can swallow all of my cock!"

Tina knew she could swallow all of his prick, too. Shit, it was only a ten-incher, pretty normal size for a girl who thinks with her pussy and eats foot-long cocks for warm-ups.

Before gorging herself on all that prime prick-meat, she glanced at the watch that was strapped to a hairy tattooed wrist that was Indies from her face.

Only four minutes and thirty seconds to go.

She gave the cock a gum job that special talent whores have for making pussies out of their mouths instead of a bear to with sharp teeth. She munched her way down to half mast.

"Oooooh, Tina! Whatta mouth! Whatta cocksucking mouth! You got the best mouth in town. Shit! All the salesmen tell me that."

Tina's best mouth in town was moving lower, gobbling up the hot and eager inches of that cock like a Wienerschnitzel special. Shit, she knew she was a good cocksucker. Hell, this had to be at least the thousandth prick she had sucked this year – not counting the repeat customers, of course.

Tina smelled cum.

Yeech! Those stubborn cum-drops were plastered to the tangle of hair that sprouted like a mesquite bush all around the base of the cock she was eating. She beat a fast retreat, her mouth sucking up whatever loose foreskin (which wasn't much) as she made her way topside.

"Oooooh, go down, now, Tina-baby! Suck my prick all the way down. Then suck it hard all the way up. Come on, Tina-baby, suck up and down!"

Shit, he didn't have to tell her how to suck cocks. She knew experience counted in the field of sucking pricks at a dollar a minute. Her head bobbed like a yo-yo, bobbing up and down, up and down.

Spit and pre-cum foamed around her lips, splattered on the hairy growth that was sometimes an inch away, sometimes ten inches away, depending on which way her head was bobbing.

"Ooooh, Tina! Look, I got four minutes to go. Keep it up! Jeezus! My cum is just oozing out ail over. Taste it, Tina! Taste my jizz!"

Some cum taste rancid, some cum taste tart, this guy's cum had an Oriental flavor – sweet and sour. Mostly the sweetness stuck to her tongue when she moved her tight lips up the shaft, and the sour came when she was going down the ten-inch shaft.

"Ooooh, suck all that sweet juice, baby! Ooooh, fucking God, whatta mouth! Uuuum, eat it up, Tina-baby! Eat my whole prick!"

Tina ate and ate, sucked and sucked, had sweet then sour, had his cock on the fine edge of coming, had her mouth filled full of taut prick ready to hunt – had a Goddamn dizzy spell 'cause her fucking head was moving so fast on that fucking prick.

The noises became obscene.

The sounds sounded very lewd.

The guy was full of lust and cum.

And Tina was gum full of prick.

She couldn't help making obscene noises when she slurped and sucked on prick – most girls have a hard time front keeping their drool from running all over cocks anyhow. But for some reason, Tina always drooled a lot when she sucked pricks, and now the guy's cock looked as if it had rabies as white foamy stuff appeared all over the shaft, before the shaft disappeared into Tina's drooly mouth.

Three minutes to go. Two dollars down, three to go.

"Oooooh, Tina! I ain't gonna make it! I can't hold back! You'd better. Aaaaiiieeeee!"