Vince Marcos - The slut next door

His prick shrank and turned limp. Kathy got up and went into the bathroom and ran some water. She was in there for a while.

He zipped up his pants. What the fuck was taking her so long? He went in the john to find her.

"What's the matter, babe?" he asked her.

"You lousy bastard…" She went to slap him, but he grabbed her hand and held it.

"Hey, hey, calm down. I know you loved it. Maybe not as long as your boy friend's, but prime cut, eh?"

She turned away from him. "Get out of here! I never want to see you again!"

"I doubt that, doll. You'll be calling on me soon when you get nice and horny."

"Get out!" she screamed.

He grinned and headed for the door. Before he opened it, he said, "Just remember, kid, when you want the REAL thing, I'm down the hall."

"Bastard!" she yelled, but he was gone.

Eric Taylor waited until Loretta was asleep when he hopped out of bed and went into the john.

Jesus Christ, but that cunt took a long time to peter out. She could cum a hundred times and still be jumping on him, begging him to let her suck on his cock or to shove it in her. He knew all about those dumb cunts who couldn't get enough prick. Most of them were rich, like Loretta was, and could afford to pay stud service when they were hungry for meat and couldn't get it from their powder-puff hubbies, who knew how to rake in the dough, but not the snatch.

Hell, he was lucky. If it weren't for Loretta, he wouldn't be able to stay home and write all day, and probably suffer all day long at some two-bit job that paid shit, but kept the bread in his mouth.

Instead, Loretta handed over the money for food and rent, and all she was asking for was some cock. Christ, could he GIVE her that! Ten inches goes a long, long way.

He held his prick for a minute. Yep, what a beauty. It did its work faithfully and satisfyingly and let him cash in on his success.

Staying power was the thing. That's why those rich bastards can't keep their broads smiling. Their cocks went around for a few shots, then took forty winks. So it was from heaven to limp. Fucking A. He was thirty-two years old, and he looked twenty-two. He was in great condition. The meat kept pumping and the cash kept rolling. And of course, his typewriter sang all day long.

Being a writer had its advantages, and one that he surely would be able to live and see. Dumb-shit Loretta was so happy about getting her old man hooked up with a whore and getting her divorce that she didn't even notice the pages that kept accumulating from the book he was writing. A special book. One he was sure could make it. And in fact, he was dead sure.

He sent in his manuscript to Threshing House Publishing Company about a month ago, and they wrote back saying that they were impressed and couldn't decide whether or not they wanted to buy it. He held onto his hopes, waiting… hoping.

If the book sold, he'd dump Loretta. They'd be through, and he'd be glad, too. He wouldn't have to keep fucking for a living, because he knew he would be able to write for one.

Wasn't that what inspired all writers? Sure, it was great while it lasted, but he didn't need her any more… at least, he'd officially announce it once the check was mailed to him. He knew it was the best thing he ever wrote, and getting his first book published was what counted.

He stepped out of the bathroom and looked at her naked body. Yep, she was one hell of a lay, and a cute one at that. But he had to think about his own life for once. And hell, she'd have to learn, after going back to that Richard asshole, good things MIGHT come in small packages. He'd have to back that one up.

Loretta rolled over a bit and spread her legs, revealing her cunt and pussy hairs. Christ, he was getting a hard-on just watching her, sighing as she slept, her hands creeping up to her furry patch and sticking her fingers into it subconsciously.

His cock was growing. He was really surprised, after she had fucked his brains out, that there was cum left in his balls to go around yet.

He slipped between her legs and licked her cunt. Mmm… he never got tired of doing that. Cunt-juice always tasted good, whether you had it for breakfast, lunch or dinner.

So he started to eat out her pussy. Hell, she had a great snatch, and since Loretta loved to jack-off so much, fingering it and shit (he called her Ready Whip), both wanted it equally the same. As he licked up the wetness pouring out from her pussy, she bucked and groaned.

"Ohh… baby, baby… mmm… don't stop, please baby, make me cum… I want to cum."

While he kept his tongue busy, he reached for the nine-inch-long dildo and brought it up to her ass. It was a big mother fucker, two inches thick. Quickly, he rammed it up her ass, driving the whole damn thing in and out, and sucking on her cunt at the same time.

"Uh… God… you're doing it too hard. Honey, slow… yeah… wait… yeah, that's it, yeah, shove it in… oh Christ! Shit… but you're driving me out of my mind… keep that tongue moving… I'm gonna rinse your face with my cum, you fucking hard stud!"

"Now you can cum both ways, you bitch," he told her.

"Deeper…" she begged, while jerking her body frantically. "Stick it in deeper… yes, baby… oh fuck… keep lapping at my clit… sniff my cunt… snort it all up, stud. You can do it… snort up some juice!"

He flicked his tongue inside her snatch with the ability of a hummingbird, licking up all the cunt-juice that came spilling out and keeping her cunt happy and ass happy at the same time.

Meanwhile, his cock was hard as a bat, and since he was busy working over her crotch and ass, he didn't have the right angle to shove it in her mouth and cum when she did.

Loretta reached for his prick and began jacking him off. She pulled on his meat nervously, still on the verge of orgasming her mind out. Yeah, he was nice and stiff… she liked that.

"You've got to have the biggest cock in the world…" she groaned, twisting it. "I wish I could have it all the time."

"You have GOT it, baby," he moaned. "You get it whenever you want." He thrust his hips back and forth so she could rub his cock faster.

"And I want it, I want it… yeah, yeah, baby… oh… oh my God… Jesus, I'm gonna cum again!" The dildo rammed into her ass swiftly, in and out, while his tongue kept up with the heat. "Not yet… I can't do it yet… GODDAMN IT, YOU PRICK!"

The minute she came, he got so fucking hot and horny that he felt his jism shooting out into her hand. And he loved it, the hot, gooey cream pumping out of his cock and all over her arm and dripping off it and onto the carpet. He was surprised to find he still had lots of that stuff in his balls.

Also, at the same time, the dildo, now released, rocketed out of her ass and flew off into the other room. Loretta got up and ran after it, disappearing down the way.

Eric was still rolling around on the floor, breathing heavy, and trying to get a hold of himself. When he felt he was okay, he went after Loretta to see what she was up to. Or down to.

And she was, all right. She held the dildo, the base of it touching the floor, but the head of it pointing upward. She was kneeling over it and pushing her cunt on top of it, bobbing up and down, whacking off. It appeared she still hadn't cum as much as she had wanted to.

"Baby… you're gonna wear your cunt out!" Eric told her.

"I don't care, you bastard! This is a great fucking dildo and I HAVE to cum… it really plugs it up! It's giving my cunt the best jump of its life… so wet and squishy… just slides in so easy… like a giant cork…"

She humped the rubber pole faster and faster, jumping up and down on it as if she were playing "Simon Says" by herself. Simon Says, fuck that shaft. Come on, screw it good. And Simon Says, don't stop, keep doing it until you cum, and cum, and cum…