Ron Taylor - Wife on the prowl

He ejaculated in big lashings that streaked the girl's stomach, clung to her pubic fur. She reached down fingers puddling in the tuft. Some of it she massaged into her tits, some of it she scooped up with her hand, bringing it to her mouth where she licked it up avidly. Shit, thought Melinda. Why waste a big hot cum like that by spewing on her belly? Why not squirt it up her tits, where it belonged?

By now her eyes were totally adjusted to the lighting of the room and, since the scene had changed to the streets of New York, she looked about, in search of a seat.

The theater was sparsely attended this hour of the night. On old man appeared to be asleep. Two young blacks were conversing, down front in high-pitched voices that almost drowned the noise of cars onscreen. All in all, it was a sleazy-looking place, once she'd taken a look around, and she wondered why she'd bothered coming here.

Oh, what the hell? She didn't have anything better to do. Neil was in New York with his blonde floozy; Ron had dropped into dreamland after the second fuck. If she went home, she could only it sit around feeling sorry for herself. Here – who knew what could happen here? At the very least she could watch some fascinating film of people screwing. Melinda looked down on row of seats. About halfway down a man sat, coat thrown across his lap. Well, it was suitably close to the screen, yet not so close that the colors blended into blurry, eye straining melanges. She moved into the row and settled on the second seat from the aisle. I think I'm the only woman here, she reflected. A look around the room confirmed that she was right. Except for her, the theater was populated solely by men, most of them sitting in solitary isolation.

She eased back in her seat, crossed her legs, and devoted her attention to the screen. It was definitely educational, and she might even pick up a few tips from the movies.

Apparently the plot of the film in progress had something to do with a pair of sisters. One of them was a good girl, the other not so nice. The not-so-nice girl appeared to have much more fat. She was played by the saggy-breasted girl Melinda had already watched in the act of fucking, and, as her gaze returned to the screen, Melinda saw the girl enter a hotel room.

Two men were waiting for her, one of them very tall, very ugly, the other shorter, not quite so ugly. The dialogue was so forgettable Melinda had trouble following it as it was delivered, but in only a few heartbeats the girl had taken off her blouse, revealing the white, saggy breasts Melinda had noticed earlier, and each of them was captured in the mouth of one of the two men. Two men. What would, it be like, fucking two men? Melinda wondered idly. She stirred in her seat. Her ass felt a little warmer than it should.

Particularly when the girl unzipped the ugliest man's pants and hauled forth an incredibly long penis. My God! thought Melinda Stillman. Even soft, the cock looked a foot long. How could any woman handle such a prick without ripping herself apart?

The other man took out his dick and placed it alt the girl's upraised palm. It wasn't as big as his friend's – how could it be? The other man must have been desendant from a Goddamned stud horse, if his prick was any indication, but as the girl began to caress it with her hand, the dick started to grow and engorge. Erect, it must have measured eight inches, and it was erect almost before Melinda could appreciate its growth.

"I like the surprises you guys always have for me," the girl said. Her voice was shrill and nasal, very Brooklynish, and it grated on Melinda's ears. Luckily, the scriptwriter hadn't given her much dialogue to deliver. The girl knelt between the two men and, holding one cock in each hand, she began to lick them in alternation, her head shifting from side to side.

What a long tongue, thought Melinda, watching it drift across those two pecker points. The color wasn't great – the girl's tongue looked almost purple, as did the erected peckers – but the action was what counted. Melinda had never watched anyone suck or lick a prick before, and she watched with growing interest.

The girl grew more active. She took a prick into her mouth – the smaller one – and she sucked it furiously, head moving back and forth, half the eight inches disappearing between her lips. The camera was in close-up position, and nothing but cocks and mouth were on the screen. When she released the shorter dick, it was bubbly with her spit. Turning, she kissed the bigger penis on the tip, then opened her mouth and tried to take it in as she had the other.

It was a lost cause from the beginning. Long, the cock was incredibly thick in proportion, and strain as she would, she couldn't swallow more than a few inches of its massive length. Christ, Melinda thought, John Wayne would shit his pants if he knew they were making movies like this.

Successful or not, it was a gallant attempt, and Melinda felt a tension at the corners of her mouth watching the movie girl trying to suck that big cock.

"Let's gang-bang her," the smaller-peckered man suggested, and his friend concurred. The girl hurried to the bed and spread herself out in anticipation.

"Try this till we join you," the giant-cocker laughed, opening a dresser drawer and extracting a big dildo. He tossed it to the girl. She caught it, looked at it a moment as if it were the factor that had suddenly brought meaning to her life, and then she began to stroke the lips of her pussy with its plastic point. In another moment she'd wedged the tip between her cuntal flanges and was fucking it in and out with kinky, sensual wrist motions. Her eyes closed and she certainly appeared to be engrossed in the attempt to depict sexual frenzy.

"How is it?" the smaller cocked man asked as he and his naked buddy approached the bed.

"Only fair," the girl replied. "It just doesn't seem right without balls an it." She pulled the dildo from her snatch, threw it aside, and opened her legs wider. The camera zoomed in for a close-up of her wrinkled-lipped pussy.

The smaller cock appeared in her hand, and she opened her mouth to take it in. Her sucking was quick, punctuated with licks and kisses, and the prick stayed very hard, very red, as she worked on it.

Meanwhile, the bigger dude was getting between her legs. He threw one of them far to the side, so the camera would have a good shot of his fat, long prick entering the girl, and for a moment the camera obligingly dwelled upon that very sight. He might have been a little too big for her mouth, but her cunt opened greedily for him, and within seconds the big ugly man was sticking her rhythmically.

The camera pulled back for an overview of the scene – the use of zoom lenses was making Melinda a little dizzy – and treated the viewer to a clear depiction of the girl being screwed orally and vaginally by two sizable peckers, at the very same time. Melinda watched, rapt with attention. She'd never seen anything like this before, and it was absorbing, totally fascinating but something else intruded slowly upon her attention. It was a rustling sound, and not far away. She cased back in her seat, looking unobtrusively to the side.

Down the row of seats, that man, the one she'd noticed earlier, sat, and he was staring at the screen, the coat on his lap moving up and down with a rhythmic motion. Melinda looked at the movie again, but her eyes kept drifting to the side.

He wasn't really a man, she supposed, though he probably liked to think of himself as one. She doubted if he could be a day over nineteen. Nice profile, particularly when he leaned forward to peer at the double-fuck on screen. Very nice profile, in fact. Good nose, strong chin, high straight forehead, and rising up to be lost in a headful of hair. A college student? He looked like one, but so did most young men of his age group.