Jason Cannon - Weekend orgy

Allison Dare closed her eyes as he gathered her lush body into his arms and kissed her insistently. She felt his tongue search her throat as it darted in and out between her full lips like the driving tongue of a lusting snake.

"Oh, baby… baby, sweet baby," he moaned, his hands running up and down her smooth back, now and then cupping the roundness of her full, fleshy butt-cheeks with his fingers.

She answered his kiss with her own darting tongue and pulled her head back slightly. He came after her and kissed her again. She surrendered to him and again she closed her eyes. She tried to remember what he looked like. She couldn't. But it made no difference. He had a huge, thick prick. She knew this because she had just felt it in the bar twenty minutes before. Her hand had run up his thigh and played with it until it was rock-hard. When she was pleased with its size, width and length, she again started listening to his conversation. If she hadn't been pleased with his cock, she would have told him to get lost.

"You… uh… just what would you like to do tonight, baby?" he asked.

"I'd like to go around the corner to my apartment and fuck your brains out."

As soon as he had gained his tongue back and his strength, they had left the bar. They walked around the corner and down Eighty-fourth Street until they reached her brownstone. He had played with her tits all the way up the four flights to her apartment door. The second the door clicked behind them he had grabbed her and started kissing her.

She didn't mind. She didn't care. Sex was what she had brought him up there for, and kissing was the beginning for sex.

Allison was hot… hot as hell. She felt his fingers roaming at will over her tits and ass. His thick hard-on pushed like a probe against her cloth-covered belly.

As he started working the zipper down on her dress, she thought of asking his name. But she didn't bother. It didn't really matter; his cock had a name. Cock – and that was all she really cared about. She even forgot what he had said he liked to do sexually as his hand hit the wet gash of her cunt through her quickly waking panties.

"Oh, Jim… please," she moaned, "quick. Let's do something."

"My name is Louie," he said.

"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry," Allison replied, opening her eyes at last. He wasn't bad-looking. Much better than the previous night's entertainment. But then looks didn't mean very much to Allison either. It was cock she wanted – big, hard cock. She told him so in no uncertain terms. "I want your cock. I want all of it in all of me. I want to hurt with it," she moaned.

"Well then, let's get with it, baby," he rasped.

"The bedroom's in there."

He started to pick her up and then hesitated. He had felt suspicious of this too-good-to-be-true situation all the way from the bar. It just wasn't normal, this girl's open eagerness for his cock. Maybe, he thought, she was just another hooker. But he was hot and she was beautiful. What if she was a hooker? She looked good enough that he would probably be willing to pay for it.

"What's this roll in the hay about to cost me, baby?"

Her eyes flashed immediately at him in anger. "It'll cost you plenty if you don't fuck me good – I mean real good. I'll pull your balls off and scratch your Goddamn eyes out."

"Okay, okay, don't get your shit hot." He tickled the wiry hair snaking out from the crotchband of her panties beneath her skirt. "Don't you worry, honey," he chuckled. "I'll fuck you good all right." He slid his hand under her and rammed a finger up her pussy-hole, shoving the material of her panties tight along with it. "Now let's get naked."

"Why?" she teased. "I figured you're such a fucking stud you wouldn't wait to get your clothes off."

"Oh now let's don't be cute. When I fuck, I fuck naked." He put his lips up close to her ear. "Besides, I want to suck your gooey cunt. I dig the shit out of eating pussy."

Sweeping her into his arms, he carried her to the bed and gingerly lowered her in such a way that the top of her dress, where he had already unzipped it, rolled down from her shoulders, exposing her fantastic tits. He gasped when he saw the half-moons swelling in huge relief above the skimpy bra.

"You like?" she said.

"I love, baby," he said, his lips dripping spittle just looking at her tits.

She shivered and not from the cold. Sensing her passion, he stood and ripped his shirt and pants from his body. Allison was out of her mind with the need for his cock, she gripped his shorts and tore them from his body. She had her turn to gasp when she saw his cock. It had grown an awfully lot from the time she had felt it in the bar. And the head was the strangest she had ever seen. It was at least three times the size of the barrel.

She wanted it. She grasped his cock and pulled him to the bed on top of her.

Laughing, he avoided her groping fingers and twisted his body so that his head came to rest on her taut, straining boobs. Roughly he pulled the flimsy bra from her body and threw it across the room. Her huge, heaving tits literally jumped up into his face. The nipples were already huge and erect. They stood nearly an inch from the darker, silver-dollar-sized areolas beneath them.

"Jesus… Jesus, some jugs," he moaned. Cupping her left boob in his hands, he teasingly caught the hardened nipple in his half-opened mouth and began circling the tip and gradually enlarging his circle to include the whole top half of the tit with his seemingly endless tongue.

After what seemed like an eternity, Allison felt his soft fingers start a spasmodic trailing down her arched back. Lower, lower they went to her firm-fleshed bun-cheeks and then they started kneading. First the left one and then the right, his fingers now insistent, demanding entrance beyond her ass, to her cunt.

"C'mon, baby, spread your fucking legs. Open 'em up, honey. Hurry!" he sighed, probing with his fingers as his lips traced a tantalizing pattern down towards her navel.

"What… what are you doing?"

"I told you what I wanted to do, baby. I want to taste some of that sweetness and swallow a little of your fuck-juice."

Then his wild tongue was dipping to her inner thighs. Up and down her thighs it went. Now and then he would barely touch her beaver, driving her out of her mind with need. Once he dabbed quickly into her slit with the heated tip and tweaked her clitoris. She jumped and nearly screamed.

"Yes… yes…" she moaned. "Head… give me some head. Gone, I'm gone. Tongue my cunt!"

She gasped as her juices seemed to burn her insides to the point where she would have a come without even having his prick inside her.

Unhurriedly, he lowered his lips to her cunt. He ground his tongue through her cunt-fur and began sucking. His tongue jammed in and out of her sopping pussy as his cheeks hollowed, sucking and swallowing her sweet juices.

"Baby, let your cunt flow. Make it pour. Make it pour right into my mouth. I love the taste of cunt-cum. Come in my mouth quick! Please, let it flood! Now! Give it to me now!"

As his tongue jabbed frantically into her dripping cunt, she shoved forward, trying to get even more of it inside her hole. With a body-shuddering lunge she locked her legs around his head, grasped the back of his neck with her raking fingernails, and let go. She felt the storm of passion-filled juices well up in her belly and begin their ecstatic gush that ended deep in his throat. Momentarily it released Allison from the intense burning sexual need that she lived with twenty-four hours of every day.

But only for seconds.

As his tongue continued to lap and suck her snatch, she was brought at once to a second peak.

"Yes! Yesss! Suck faster! Suck, honey, suck it deeper! Deeper! Faster! Honey, it's coming again, my pussy is coming again! Suck it harder and stick your tongue up in there! It's coming!Now!"