Vince Marcos - The slut next door

"What a wonderful way to get athlete's feet!"

"Ohh, you've got it, baby. And after I did that, I would take it out and I would make you lay down on your back and I would lay on top of you, but we wouldn't do anything with your meat. No, that CUMS for last. Instead, I would be laying over you and sucking on your neck and rubbing my furry crotch over your legs and chest and stomach, but wouldn't have you touch me! You would be mine to please, and I could continue, only thinking about how fantastic I would make you cum later on. So I would keep sucking on your neck – not real hard so you'd have hickies, but enough to get you all warmed up for the main event. And my snatch would be dripping pussy juice all over your chest, stomach, face, arms, hands."

He was as stiff as a baseball bat. Mmm… she was thinking about having a taste for Ball Park Franks, anyway…

"Keep talking!" he told her.

"Oh yes, baby, yes…" She smiled, leaning over him. "And then I would take your right hand and one by one, I would be sucking on your thumb, pinkie, forefinger… in between, just like your toes. Only I wouldn't fuck your hand. At least, not like usual. Instead, I would take your thick, long middle finger and I would kneel over it and sit on it. And I would groan as it'd go up my ass, and your finger would feel the moistness and juices, all that succulent juice, dripping down your hand. Ohh… I would hump that finger so hard, and jerk it up and down and…"

It was all he could take. He grabbed her roughly and turned her around.

"Not, not yet, Ron," she told him.

"Shut up, bitch!" He squeezed her cunt and pushed his stiff crotch by her ass. At first, she thought he was going to fuck her in the ass, but his prick slid quickly into her cunt. Ahh, doggie-style.

He pumped his cock into her, in and out, faster and faster.

"NO… no… oh God… oh Christ, it feels so good, baby… shit… no way could I shake you off… you've got a tight hold on me and it would take an expert to pry you… off… oh, baby!"

He held her snatch tightly in his hand and pushed it toward him, and in doing so, made his cock shove into her cunt farther and farther.

"Good… nice and wet…"

"And you're so big and hard…" She wanted to say long, but he wasn't as long as Tony. Why should she think of him now when she was having so much fucking fun?

His cock rammed in and out, feeling all those great juices soaking up on his cock, and hammering it in some more. Holy Lord, she was a great fuck… his hand pushed her harder and her ass came clamming into his prick and scooping up some more of the fuck he was giving her. She loved that cock between his legs and now it was between HER legs and balling her like there was no end.

"More! Push it in more!" she told him.

"I'll ram it up to your throat!" he threatened.

"Yes! Yes! I would love that!"

"You like the way I fuck you, baby?"

She cried, "Oh, I love your fucking. It's the fucking best I ever had… oh Jesus… yeah, yeah, it's the best… I love when you fuck me… fuck me… a real ball-buster!"

Her cunt was all squishy and wet and soppy. The more he jerked it in, the more juice came spilling out and squirting all over the bed.

"That's what I call getting a bonus reward!" she squealed.

His balls were filling up with jism. In a few minutes, they would be empty, but it was worth getting rid of every drop, because her snatch would siphon it all up. It was as if her cunt were a suction cup, and it sucked out all his jism and plugged it up, like a cork.

"Oh baby, I'm gonna pump it up your ass!" he yelled. "Here…it is…" The first shot of cum slid up into her moist box. "Fire One!"

"Oh Jesus, I'm cuming… goddamn it!"

"Yeah, kid… fire two…" More followed the initial load.

"Ohh! You're flooding me! I'll be as full as a swamp, you bastard. You've got so much spunk in your nuts, I don't know if i can handle the whole thing…"

"Good to the last drop… fire three!"

She shivered, kicking her ass against his crotch, then screaming out again and falling down on her stomach to the bed. He finished emptying himself into her and rolled off, letting her slide off the side. Cum was pouring out of her cunt near her ass like a gushing oil well, but she couldn't be bothered. She was all fucked out.

Ron got up and put his pants on. Kathy was still lying on the bed, probably asleep, for all he cared.

Shit, the dumb cunt got his rocks off, so what the hell did he need her for afterward? Certainly not another round, because she milked him dry.

He finished dressing and he left her. When she woke up, he would be gone. But that didn't mean he would CUM back later for seconds. And she'd give it to him, whenever he wanted, because he was the fucking best stud she ever had.

He winked at her as he closed the door.

Tony Duncan sat in his apartment with the sixth can of beer he had had in his hand. Fucking bitch did this to him, the slut. Had to get Goddamn drunk so he wouldn't get so horny.

But it wasn't working, and the huge hard-on that was pressing in his pants began to bother him. Shit, but he had a large prick. All his other girl friends complained about how much it hurt when he stuck it in their pussies.

"Not all the way!" Sue screamed at him.

"Oww!" yelled Linda. "It's like getting fucked by the Empire State Building!"

"Christ, baby," gasped Cindy. "You're hurting me, you're hurting me!"

Fuck them! What the hell else was a cunt good for but to shove your meat into it and fuck it. That's why God made 'em. A man had to get his pleasure from somewhere, and Goddamn it, if he felt like putting the whole cock in, HE WOULD.

Kathy never complained. NEVER. She always wanted more and more. But why should he be thinking about that slut now? She dumped him, and for what, he didn't know.

Could be because of the night he shoved his prick down her throat and she got knocked out. Wasn't his fault. He hadn't meant to put her to sleep like that. How did he know, he was stopping her from breathing? She always managed to get the whole damn thing in her mouth before. Why should things change all of a sudden?

His stiff cock kept bending in his pants. Hell, he had to let it out for a while so it could breathe. It was the least he could do for himself.

But just as he took it out, unzipped his fly and pulled out the eighth wonder of the world, he thought: Hey, why should I jack off? Why can't I go out and get me some ass and hump it? Why should I mope around and feel goddamn sorry for myself for having to pull my pud?

He put it back in his pants and got over to the phone. He dialed a few numbers, got some busy signals, and finally hit the right one.

Yep, an old girl friend. Maybe not as foxy looking as Kathy. But she could do the job just as well, if not better.

"Chrissie, what's happening?" he asked.

"Oh, not too much. And you?"

"Well, I actually called to ask you a favor."

She laughed. "A problem, eh? And I'll bet I know exactly which one is acting UP, ha, ha. Give me about fifteen minutes and I'll be over."

"Chrissie, you're a lifesaver."

He hung up and looked at his watch. Hell, in fifteen minutes, he'd be able to get all that cum out of his system. Good old Chrissie. She was always hot for him, always hot for somebody. That's why he broke it off with her. And she understood.

He thought about all the things they had done together, all the ground they covered. He fucked her standing up in a telephone booth, in five feet of ocean water at the beach, and in the Pussycat Theater where they show stag flicks.

He remembered that one: watching Linda Lovelace gulp down Harry Reems' cock, and he got stiff from the sight, and Chrissie hopped on his lap and fucked him dry. He had to admit they added a nice sound track to deep throat, which already had a pretty good one.