Steve Golden - The sitter loves to suck

She led the boys along for several blocks, very much aware of their low mumbling behind her. At one point she bent down, stroked her hands over one ankle as if to adjust her stocking. Her dress flipped quickly over her back and the boys were treated to a full view of her naked ass above the black tops of her stockings. They could see her black garters snaking down over her ass and thighs.

There were gasps and groans. The three boys didn't quite seem to believe what they were seeing.

Lisa straightened up, turned to her left, wandered into the open front of a deserted warehouse. The place was musty smelling but dry. It was cluttered with abandoned furniture and piles of junk.

The boys followed her. She could hear them bumping about behind her. She paused, began to daub her lips with red gloss and her eyelids with thick blue shadow. Then she put down her bag and turned to them, her hands on her hips. They all came to a stop six feet from her. They stared at her hungrily, their mouths hanging open. She almost laughed out loud.

She recognized them all. Harry something or other with his great muscular arms and his short, thick legs. Fred Ingils, sometimes called Inches, for reasons she could guess at. And Arte Fletcher, with his big willy bulging out in his black T-shirt. All Hawkins' cronies. None of them overly bright. They ogled her without moving.

"Looking for a little action, boys?" She leered at them. "Come on, don't be shy. Speak up."

"You… you fucked Hawkins," said Arte, his voice thick and slow. He said it like an accusation, as if he were charging her with something.

"That's true," she admitted. Then her voice turned sarcastic. "A truly unforgettable experience. I can see why Tom Hawkins breaks beans everywhere he goes."

They stared at her with their mouths open, not quite knowing what to do next. Their eyes followed her hands as she gripped the hem of her short dress, lifted it slowly over her dim thighs. Higher and higher the dress fluttered, beyond the tops of her black stockings, revealing the dark strips of her garters along her legs. Then the lovely tufted V of her cunt came into view as she went higher still. The three of them gasped and gulped at the sight of her pussy. Lisa kept hauling the dress up, over her golden belly, past the black strip of her garter belt. And at last she pulled it off over her head and stood before them wearing nothing but the belt and stockings.

"I told you. She's wearing no fucking panties!" Arte gulped. He began to rub his hand up and down in his crotch, fondling his cock through his ants.

"What a slut. What a horny little bitch," Harry croaked.

Fred Ingils simply stared and groaned. His eyes roamed from her tufted pussy to her flat brown belly and higher, to the proud jutting mounds of her gorgeous tits. Her nipples probed high off their puffy pink circles. They threw shadows across her big tits.

"What's the matter, boys? Never seen a pussy this close before?" she said. "Don't be scared. It won't bite you."

She began caressing her tits with both hands, hefting them and squeezing, tweaking the long nipples with her thumbs. Then one hand fell down into her crotch, and she was fucking a finger into her cunt, prying her cunt lips open with two more. She moaned softly and glared at them with lust and longing in her eyes.

"You think you can handle me? You three guys think you can handle this much cunt and tit between you? It's a lot to expect, I know. It's asking a lot." She was swiveling her hips at them teasingly, like an expert stripper.

"Look at her! Look at the hot bitch!" crooned Fred. He, too, was rubbing his cock through his pants.

"Come on, boys," she urged. "Let's see some cock around here. It's impolite to keep a girl waiting." She dropped to her haunches, squatted there in front of them with her knees bent, her thighs spread far apart. Her fingers kept her cunt wide open and pink for them.

Slowly they moved toward her. Then, when they were within a foot or two of her, they stopped. Harry unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and shorts. He stepped clear of them quickly. His cock swung up toward her dangerously, the cockhead already half clear of the surrounding foreskin. It twitched in the air and pointed down at her big beautiful tits.

Fred and Arte followed Harry's lead, shoving down pants and shorts and untangling themselves as quickly as possible. Arte had some trouble, and hopped about on one leg for a while before righting himself and freeing his foot from his jeans. He joined Fred and Harry in a semi-circle around Lisa, his cock a great heavy log dangling between his thighs.

Lisa stared at each cock in turn, a slight smile on her pretty lips. She tilted her head up to glance at Fred, suddenly very aware why he had the nickname Inches. His cock, thicker than either Arte's or Harry's, drooped down from his forest of crotch hair like a heavy hunk of pipe. His prick was the width of her forearm, and must have been ten or eleven inches long. It was the biggest, fattest cock she had ever seen.

"Well, what have we here?" she purred. And she raised her hand, touched her fingertips to the underside of the huge cock. She tilted his prick up toward her, examined the ugly purple cockhead closely. The cock was heavy on her hand.

"That enough cock for you?" Harry leered, mocking her. "You think you can handle old Freddie here?"

The other two boys snickered. Fred seemed a little embarrassed at all the admiration she was showing him. He wasn't used to girls doting on him. And the few he did get next to usually screamed and ran off when they caught sight of his mighty prick. It was a change to have someone look at his cock fondly. And such a sexy little bitch, at that.

"What a cock. What a beautiful fucking cock," Lisa murmured.

She bent forward, still holding Fred's heavy cock up toward her face. She pursed her lips, planted a soft wet kiss on the shining purple dome of his cock-knob. She forced her lips down partway over the hot cockhead, touched it with her tongue, sucked in and out gently with her mouth.

"You'll never do it. You'll, never suck the whole fucking thing," Harry warned her. He was hoping she'd turn to his own cock, stuff it in her mouth and suck him dry. But for now she was completely fascinated by Fred's thick prick.

"Mmmfff, mminmm," she mumbled. And she forced her lips lower on Fred's cock, taking the entire cockhead at one gulp. Her lips were sealed tightly around his cock, just below the ridge of the prickhead. Her cheeks hollowed and swelled.

It appeared Harry was right. She couldn't suck all of Fred's cock without seriously hurting herself. But she was determined to go as far as she could. The huge prick was simply too much of a challenge. It made her mouth water just to look at that big fucker. She might not get a chance at another cock like that for a very long time.

"Shit. Oh shit," Fred muttered. He gazed down at Lisa's platinum-blonde head. A third of his cock was fucked inside her mouth. He could see one thick and ugly blue vein disappearing under her top lip.

Lisa hummed softly on Fred's cock, forcing her lips to creep down on the cockshaft a little at a time. She was supporting the weight of his prick with her mouth now, and she suddenly let her hand fall from its trunk. Both her arms flailed about in the air, searching. And at last her hands found the thick bulk of the two other cocks, hanging to her left and right.

Her fingers closed on both pricks, clasped them like two lifelines. She began pulling on them, jerking both cocks with her fists. And all the time she forced her mouth farther and farther down the trunk of Fred's monster cock. She had just about reached her limit, midway down the bloated cockshaft.

"Shit, shit, shit," Fred croaked. He swept his hands up the side of her face, piled her blonde hair high on top of her head. He watched her cheeks balloon out then hollow, saw her nostrils flaring. The little cunt really was doing a great job.