Vince Marcos - The slut next door

"Oh fuck me, baby… shove that rod in… ohh, you beautiful mother fucker! I want to kiss those nuts, the ones that are making all that wonderful jism that keeps squirting into me… you bastard, you great big bastard…"

A puddle of juice seeped down from the dildo and floated over to the side of the carpet.

"I'm cuming, damn it, I'm cuming…"

She shook and squirmed and fell to the floor, exhausted. Round one of their screwing was done for tonight. They were entirely, completely, and finally fucked-out.

"You are one horny cunt," he told her.

She smiled. "Thank you. You weren't so bad yourself. And I most definitely think you should enter that ton of meat of yours in the county fair. It would win a blue ribbon."

He kept looking at her. Yeah, she was a horny cunt, and a dumb cunt, too. And all he had to do was wait for that publishing house to give him the check, which would also be the day he'd kick her out on her ass and make her hunt for a different cock.

Jay Lawrence sat in his Mustang and drove through aggravating traffic during the heavy rush-hour downtown with a tremendous hard-on in his pants.

Shit, that Anne got him so hot and bothered twenty-four hours a day, wiggling that black little ass in front of his black dick until he just had to shove it up her cunt and fuck her.

And blow-jobs – Christ, that woman was born with a cock in her mouth, and could she suck 'em! To the bone, it just melted in her mouth. It was her food, the cum: her menu consisted of T-bone cock, cream of jism soup, and prick chops. Mmm good, mmm good, that's how Jay's cum tastes, mmm good!

His hard-on kept growing in his pants as he thought of all the far-out things they had done last night. After all that fucking and sucking, they went to sleep and rested for a few hours.

Then Anne shifted the position she was in and moved her head by his cock. She started to breathe an it and he could feel the light breeze blowing softly on his shaft. He started to get it up, all the while sleeping, until it got stiff as a bat.

Anne rolled around on her back, moving this way and that, and ending up, somehow putting her mouth on it, and yet, not aware of what she was doing. She was licking it and sucking and blowing the shit out of it, and he loved it, even though he wasn't full awake.

He could feel her mouth on it and it hadn't dawned on him that she was really eating it.

Sometimes, he would slip his cock out of her mouth and she'd be licking his nuts, but that was great, too, because he liked when she took it out for a while and gave them a work-out, too. Had to keep 'em in shape, you know. By this time, his balls had filled up with lots of cum, just begging to spit in hot mouth, and from the wild sensations he was getting, there wasn't a thing in the world that she wanted more.

Blowing him was becoming an obsession, something that she felt she HAD to do, that her body demanded it, that her tongue needed it, that her mouth hungered for it.

Of course, he was beginning to rouse and was partially awake, but Anne hadn't stirred. Jay was getting so excited that he started pumping it down her throat, making her almost gag from taking too much cock in at once. But no, she could manage, and gobbled it down to his prick hairs.

"You're mouth is so nice and warm… feels good…" he couldn't keep from saying. "That's it, baby, keep going…"

Then Anne woke up, and the whole situation was an instant turn-on. She began to suck harder and harder, massaging his rocks and stroking his inner thighs, all the same time. She'd make him give it all to her, every drop, and suck him completely dry, as if she hadn't already.

But she didn't get too much farther when she felt some hot, creamy liquid with a flat taste shoot into her mouth, emptying into it faster and faster… until her throat was full of it, and she was afraid she couldn't swallow any more, but did, anyway.

His mind went back to the traffic, but his cock did not go back into his pants.

Then he thought of Dawn, for some strange fucking reason. Why should he care about that dumb cunt? She had her cunt on backwards, the bitch. But hell, she was a good lay, made him pop his cork after a few pumps. That's all she deserved, too, the prick-teaser. Quickies. Wasn't worthy of anything but shit.

And blow-jobs – what a joke! She hated to do it, would get out of doing it if she could. Not like Anne, who had her mouth wide-open and ready! Man, she could suck 'em like they were going out of style.

But he still remembered what happened when they fucked. Goddamn, but he did it again. Couldn't hold it at all. Same thing with all his chicks, and that fucking cunt Dawn knew it.

He had a threesome once at a party he went to, and he just HAD to go with Dawn. She was sitting and watching him the whole time. The two black chicks got him over in the corner and worked him over. One had her tits in his face and put his cock up her ass. After a while the other sucked him off. He pumped her a few times and came right away. Couldn't keep his balls on.

The girls laughed and told him they didn't like playing "Peter Rabbit", and he watched Dawn bend over, laughing her guts out. Stupid bitch.

And worst of all, he told Dawn, after that, about his not being able to make it with other chicks, and she told him he was an asshole for trying to change things. He should be sticking with her, and that was all he needed. He couldn't please anybody else. She kept laughing at him.

Well, he was married to Anne now. That would fix her.

Slut, that Dawn was. She'd be sorry for laughing at him, because he was a REAL man, and the best lay she ever had. Tough shit, if she didn't like it. It proved he had enough confidence in himself to be making it with some other chick other than Dawn. And he'd work it out with Anne. It would take him time, but they'd be fucking their brains out and he'd have staying power, just as if she were Dawn.

Richard Christine sat in his study, thinking about how great it was to have that new maid around – now what was that cunt's name again – oh yeah, Elsa. She really turned on to him.

Yep, she was a nice piece of ass to get a little action from. His cock was so worn out from her fucking last night that he didn't think he'd be able to get it up for a week. But he thought about tonight and it got that much harder.

It was crazy, absolutely weird and totally unreal that Elsa would go up to his private room, the one where all his porno collection was stored – and fuck him as if it were part of her job.

And talk about fucking, she was out of this world. She had a pussy on her that just wouldn't quit. In fact, she must really have a long list of bedmates to achieve that kind of balling talent. She was no amateur, by no means. She knew exactly what she was doing, and the timing was exactly the way it should have been.

Now he would have a little hobby to work at, and with Loretta gone for the week, how could things have been better? He'd have the fucking best time of his life, one that was long overdue.

He hadn't gotten laid in two years or so… he had forgot the last time he and Loretta made it. Shit, she hated to fuck, anyway. He could never get her to cum, no matter how hard he tried. It was so obvious that she was faking it. All the groaning and moaning, she wasn't getting off from the thick cock he stuffed into her. She was just doing her part for being the wife of Richard Christine.

Blow-jobs were forbidden. Loretta stayed away from that thing between his legs once he took his pants off and it got hard. It had to be her freaky mother that put all these things in her head to make her daughter so fucked-up! A man's cock wasn't all that bad, and if he'd had his way about it, he'd love to show Loretta exactly how much fun it really was. Let's face it. Loretta would never change. She'd still be the fucking boring asshole slut she was.