Nicole Duval - The breeders

Clothes began to fly. She heard the sound of one, no two, buttons ripped from the cloth and rattle across the floor. She watched the spider-veined arms appear out of shirt sleeves, flabby muscles shake in their hurry, skinny legs and knobby knees, fat soft stomachs and hairy flopping balls. Carolyn watched without expression. They were a far cry from the lean hard-muscled animals with their sleek well-groomed coats and their bright honest eyes. Suddenly she was surrounded by white sunless buttocks and grasping hands, and she closed her eyes and opened her mouth to the slack lips and probing cigar-tasting tongues.

"Beautiful tits," she heard a voice say and felt a squeezing hand and a hot wet mouth.

"Hey, d'ja see this? She shaves!" and a callused working man's hand rubbed hard across the inner lips of her tender flesh. "She's got hair out where it shows… and she shaves between her legs! Isn't that a crazy idea?"

"You know what that means, don't ya?" Another male voice chuckled in response. "That means she's one of the ones that likes it all the way. You know, french!"

"You mean she likes to… to…"

"Yeah, ya dumb bastard. She'll even let ya eat it!"

"Jesus!"

Carolyn felt the hot breath on her legs first. Even with her eyes closed, she could follow his faltering progress on his virgin trip into the interior. He was on his knees at the end of the bed, she could tell, and he had very gently pressed her legs apart and was poking experimentally at the parted lips. She deliberately snapped them at him, and was instantly rewarded by a gasp as he sucked in his breath. She felt the hot breath come closer and closer. Spreading her legs as far as her position would allow, she waited for the wonderful feel of a warm tongue between her legs. There was a light brush of his lips and he pulled away. What in the hell, she thought, oh please don't let him quit already. She moaned softly and wriggled her hips invitingly. There was no other way to ask for it, one of the men had buried his thick tongue in her mouth and the other was licking all over her breasts. Her arms were pinned beneath them. She couldn't say anything or reach out and pull his face between her legs. She wriggled the hairy little hole again.

There was a harsh groan from the vicinity of her parted legs and the feel of his five o'clock shadow rubbing hard against the tender flesh. His short stiff tongue made quick exploring stabs into her hole. Ohhhh it did feel good. Not so good as the long hot thick tongues of the Danes who used to lick her from anus to button. But it felt good.

She began to suck on the probing tongue in her mouth. It tasted of stale tobacco and bourbon but it was stiff and it was eager and responded instantly to her sucking invitation. It buried itself deeper into her welcoming mouth, making crude wet sounds as he gasped occasionally for air, groaning when she sucked hard and moved her puckered mouth up and down over it like a working penis in her feathery hole.

The man at her breasts had stopped kissing them and was watching his friend's extended tongue screwing in and out of the prostitute's sucking mouth. God, it made him hot! He looked down at the man between her open legs and watched him bury his face in her wet crotch and come up damp and shiny from her hot cunt. Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! He never knew anything like this went on. Leastwise he never took part in it before… or watched it right before his eyes. His own hot cock was throbbing so he thought it would burst. He wanted to shove it in her paid-for pussy but it was full of mouth. His friend's stiff tongue was still screwing the other end. God. He was gonna bust, sure as billy hell. He looked desperately at her rolling body, and the big breasts which rolled and pitched with their own full weight. Suddenly he raised up to his knees and straddled her body, burying his aching rod between the fat breasts, holding them tight together with his hands and began to thrust into them. The head of his fat penis peered out the other side of her compressed boobs and pointed straight at her face. In and out it went, back and forth between the firm heavy globes. It wasn't wet like a woman's cunt but it was exciting. Exciting. He watched the man's tongue still pummeling her mouth, watched her cheeks suck in and pull at it. He watched the man's swinging prick as it rocked between his knees. He turned his head as far as he could and saw that the pussy eater had raised to his knees and was skinning back his hard cock ready to throw it to her.

She knew it had begun. After a hundred cocks in heat, she knew all the symptoms. She could feel the jarring rhythm of the man squatting over her breasts and the leaking warning that spewed forth in small droplets on her white skin. It was too late for him to stop now, he would spill out his sperm and waste it… and she had not begun to cum.

Now the man at her thighs began the regular pumping which meant the beginning of the end. So soon? She cried silently. Not so soon! She began a frantic thrusting of her own heated pelvis. Maybe she could make it before it was too late… but the desperate heaving of her body against his was like a fuse to his ramming penis and he came in short, jabbing, jerking movements, filling her with the evidence of his own satisfaction but leaving her brimful of need. No, she thought. No! No! No!

She tried to pull her mouth away from the hot tongue of the excited man who kneeled beside her. He thought she was trying to get away from him because she was nearing the point of orgasm… and he had done this to a professional prostitute with only his tongue. How exciting! Too exciting, he felt the beginning rush of hot semen in his dangling balls, racing up the heavy vein beneath his short fat penis and there it was, jerking its wet wonders out on to the girl's arm pinned between his legs and on the red bedspread. Christ, he thought, what a waste of money. He'd have to pay the broad fifty bucks each for the three of them and all he got was a bedspread fuck while she frenched his tongue. Damn bitch probably did it on purpose. She probably got him hot so he'd do it that way and she wouldn't have to clean up afterwards. Christ. Fifty bucks apiece. He looked at his friend and saw his sperm running in slow trails across the woman's chest. He'd got screwed out of any cunt too. The other guy, whats-his-name from Charing, Oklahoma, was squatting over her hairy twat, and looking sorta embarrassed and silly about it. Well, maybe he got a little tail but that was probably only cause she was so busy fuckin' the two of them out of their just desserts. Christ, he repeated out loud, Christ.

He eased back off the girl's arm, careful not to smear up his own legs with the cum that wet the spread. He looked down at her in disgust. She lay still, breathing hard, her face turned to the wall. She looked almost like she might be ready to cry or something. What'd she have to bawl about? He was the one who got screwed out of a hundred and fifty bucks cold cash. He could'a jacked off on the john and still had the hundred and fifty. Christ. He pulled his pants on and zipped up his fly angrily.

"Come on, you guys. Stick it back in your pants and let's get the hell out of this clip joint." He grumbled and watched the two men raise organs on the edge of the spread. He looked at his watch and shook his head. "Not quite twenty minutes. Can you imagine that? Not even twenty minutes and this fuckin' broad makes a hundred and fifty bucks for just laying there and making us do all the work. That's Atlantic City for ya. Next year I'm gonna insist they hold it in Hoboken like we said. Christ."

He pulled three fifty dollar bills from his money clip and slammed them on the bare dresser top.

"There ya are, chippy. A hundred and fifty smackeroos and you got three good screws to boot. What a racket!" he pulled open the door. "Come on, let's get the hell out of here. Why waste any more time on her?"