Ray Todd: Neighborhood orgy

One morning after he'd fed the baby and put him in his playpen, she was startled by the sound of the doorbell. Puzzled that anyone would be calling that early, she opened the door and saw a handsome bloke standing at her doorstep. "Rick Taylor!" she squealed with delight as she threw her arms around him.

"Hi, Karen," he smiled, kissing her lightly on the cheek.

Karen was a bit shocked by the odor of liquor on his breath so early in the morning.

"Come in, Rick," she beamed. "It's been such a long time."

"Over two years," he smiled, walking into the living room. "How have you been, Karen?"

"Just great," the lovely girl smiled. "Where have you been keeping yourself?"

"Around," he answered.

"Oh, Rick," she beamed with sincerity. "It's so good to see you again."

Karen had been dating the young man for over a year before she'd met Jeff, and she'd had a difficult time making up her mind between the two men. They both wanted to marry her and Karen had been fond of them both in different ways, but chose Jeff to be her husband.

"How's Jeff?" he asked.

"Just fine," answered Karen. "We have a ten-month-old son."

"Great," he grinned. "I guess you're no longer a virgin?"

"Don't be silly," Karen giggled. "That's all you ever talked about when we were going together."

"I know," he sighed. "That's all I ever thought about."

"You were persistent," she giggled. "But not persistent enough."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You were the one man I would have slept with before I was married," she confessed. "But now I'm happy it didn't happen."

"You didn't tell me," Rick grinned.

"You didn't try hard enough," giggled Karen.

"God knows I want to," he sighed. "But I respected your desire to remain a virgin until you were married."

"I'll always admire you for that," she whispered in a low sincere voice.

"And I'll always kick my ass for it," Rick half smiled. "I thought I was the man you would marry."

"That's all water under the bridge," Karen said nervously. "How about a cup of coffee?"

Sitting at the kitchen table, Rick could hardly keep his eyes away from her big lush tits that were innocently half-exposed through the slightly parted front of her housecoat. He couldn't get over Karen's appearance. She was even more beautiful than she'd been when he last saw her.

"Are you married?" Karen suddenly asked him as they sipped their coffee.

"I was," he replied. "But it only lasted a few months."

"What was the trouble?"

"She wasn't you," was his direct answer.

"Oh, don't be silly," she giggled.

"I'm not being silly," the man sighed. "When we were in bed together, I'd close my eyes and pretend she was you, but it didn't work."

"That's crazy."

"No it isn't," he smiled. "That's why I'm here."

"What do you mean?"

"I've come over here this morning to screw you," he answered in a matter-of-fact voice. "I've been dreaming about fucking you for over three years, and by God I'm gonna do it."

"Are you some kind of a nut?" she gasped. "I think you'd better leave."

"Not on your life," he whispered in a low, menacing voice. "You're no virgin any longer. Good old Jeff has you all nice and broken in for me."

"In a pig's ass I'm broken in for you," she snapped, getting to her feet. "Now get the hell out of here."

"Don't get so fuckin' uptight," he laughed. "You just admitted that you'd have gone to bed with me if I'd been more persistent."

"You asshole," she hissed. "That was before I was married, and now I'm glad I didn't."

"Listen, baby," he sneered, jumping up and grasping her arm. "I've dreamed of screwing you for three years and I'm not waiting any longer."

"You're drunk!" shouted Karen when she again smelled his breath. "Now let go of my arm."

"Sorry, kid," he laughed his eyes burning with lust. "I came over here to stick my cock into your sweet cunt, and that's exactly what I'm going to do."

"You dirty son-of-a-bitch," screamed Karen. "Now get the hell out of here before I call the police."

"If you make one move for that phone," he spoke in a low menacing voice, "I'll knock your pretty head off."

Reaching for the front of her housecoat, Rick ripped it off with one violent jerk. His eyes almost popped out of his head as he stared at her completely naked body. Not expecting company, Karen had not been wearing anything under the cotton robe.

"You dirty bastard!" she screamed at him, trying to cover her tits and pussy with her hands. "You filthy rotten beast!"

Standing there and grinning at the enraged girl, he slowly and deliberately lowered his zipper. She couldn't believe her eyes when he reached in and drew out his big stiff cock. As much as she hated the vulgar beast, she was fascinated by the sight of his naked tool. The only dick she'd ever seen or touched was Jeff's, and she hadn't realized that all cocks were different. Rick's prick wasn't quite as long as her husband's, but it was much thicker than his, and the big purple cock-head seemed a lot larger.

"D'ya like my cock?" he grinned, lewdly sliding his foreskin back and forth while Karen stared at it, unable to speak. "I hope you do because I'm gonna bury it way up your fuckin' cunt."

Karen couldn't believe what was happening. It didn't seem possible that she could be standing naked in her kitchen while this filthy brute flaunted his hard naked cock in front of her. Her lovely young body was trembling with fright, knowing full well that the man was determined to ram his big fuck-pole up between her legs.

"Come here!" he shouted, dropping his pants and shorts down and stepping out of them. "I want you to lick my dong!"

"What?"

"You heard me," he laughed in a mocking voice. "Suck my cock."

Karen had heard that some people performed this filthy act, but even her husband had never suggested she do it to him. She almost vomited at the thought of touching the man's foul prick with her lips.

"Hurry up," he ordered her. "Start suckin'."

When she made no move, he grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back, forcing the girl to her knees in front of him.

"No, Rick," she pleaded, tears running down her face. "Please stop it. I just can't do it. I can't."

"Yes, you can," he sneered, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her face toward his throbbing cock. "Now start sucking."

When she made no move, he began cruelly twisting her hair while he grasped one of her hands and wrapped her fingers around his stiff prickshaft. She hated him, but the feel of his hot, meaty cock throbbing in her palm was exciting.

"Lick it!" he panted, his hot dick pulsating frantically in her hand.

"No!"

"Lick it, you bitch," the lust-crazed man shouted, cruelly twisting her hair until the pain was more than she could endure.

With tears running down her pain-distorted face, she lowered her mouth down toward his big shiny cock-head.

"I can't!" she sobbed when she was only a couple of inches away from it and saw the clear drop of seminal fluid oozing out of the slit in the tip of his cock.

"Lick it!" he shouted, giving her hair another vicious twist.

A strange feeling washed through her body when the musky odor of his prick wafted to her nostrils. There was something exciting about the strong male scent of his cock.

"Lick!" he shouted.

Knowing that she would puke, Karen reached out with her tongue and slid it wetly across the tip of his big shiny knob. She'd expected a vile, putrid taste, but when her tongue lapped up the droplet of seminal fluid, she found it strangely pleasant. It had a tangy flavor that somehow excited her. Clutching his thick meaty shaft tightly in her hand, the girl began licking all around the smooth rubbery surface of his bloated cock-head. As much as she hated the man for forcing her into this degrading position, she found the taste and texture of his big meaty cock rather exciting. When she'd washed the entire surface of his big bloated glans with her tongue, Karen unconsciously opened her lips and sucked his throbbing cock-head into her mouth.