Vince Marcos - The slut next door

And the hand-jobs she gave him, especially at the movie theaters. He would punch a hole on the bottom of his popcorn box and he would stick his stiff prick through it and Chrissie would pretend to reach for some popcorn, but would be jacking him off instead.

Chrissie wasn't so bad looking, either. Most of the chicks he fucked, he didn't care, because as long as they had a cunt and some tits, and he got to ram it up in there, he was happy.

But she was cute, with that small mouth (how she fit all that cock of his in it, he'll never know), blue eyes and long black hair, parted down the side.

Of course, her tits weren't so big, but she had long legs, and she got them wrapped over his shoulders and around his head and shoving that big hairy cunt of hers up so that he could get to her and fuck her good with his cock. Damn, he almost split her in half the first time he hammered it in, since she was so skinny. But it sunk in and he kept pushing it into her until he came, and CHRIST did she cum.

In a few minutes, he heard his buzzer ring and he let her in. She walked in and looked at his fat cock sticking out of his pants, the shape of it pressing through and leaving a tasty outline.

"This is really far-out," she grinned. "Here, I was ready to settle for hamburgers, and I get meat loaf!"

She grabbed the zipper to his crotch.

"Oh baby, it's been a while. Long time, no see!"

"Come on, baby, fuck me… fuck me!" he yelled.

She took off her skirt immediately, and pushed him back softly onto a chair. As he sat, she got on his lap, put her legs up and around his neck, then let herself go and hung backwards with her hair touching the floor.

Quickly, Tony took his cock in his hand and slid it into her cunt.

She gritted her teeth as the thick hunk of meat pushed its way into her drippy hole. "Jesus Christ, you haven't changed at all!" she screamed.

"And you…" He was pumping it into her, watching her dangle in front of him. "You're not getting older, you're getting… better!"

"Oh honey, shove that prick of yours into me harder!"

"All the way, baby, all the… way…"

"Goddamn, it's like getting fucked by the whole upper peninsula!"

She squeezed her inner thighs tightly against his waist, grinding her crotch against his, feeling his pubic hair rubbing fiercely at her warm stomach.

She pushed her ass down harder. Yeah, it felt good. What a nice, shapely ass. And he could see her whole hairy cunt from the bird's eye view he was getting. Thank God she didn't shave like those other chicks did. What good was a muff without FUR? His cock could get a good feel of her pussy hairs as he stuck it in. And his prick looked so pale and white, yet purplish-red and blood-gorged, pounding its way into that big heap of blackness.

Her tiny tits wiggled with each pumping. He spread his legs more and more so he could make her cunt slide down. Uh, he was driving her crazy with his enormous cock. Nine inches of fucking pleasure. And almost two inches thick. What a cock!

"I want every drop of your mouth-watering cum in my snatch!" she ordered him. "I want that dam flooded, and ain't no little Dutch boy gonna stick his finger up the dyke!"

"Then you'll get it…now!" He squirted it into her.

She jerked back and felt the impact of his jism firing into her cunt. It left her speechless, the stuff pouring, dripping from her twat in big loads. Her hands reached out and clawed at him, but still, she fell back, powerless. She knew she had to let him inject his cum into her, to take what he would have to give her.

She released her legs and slid down to the floor, still groaning, but with a smile on her face. He put his pants back on.

"Okay, Chrissie, get the fuck out of here!" he ordered her. "I'm done using you. I got my rocks off!"

She glared at him. "You motherfucking bastard! I'm not through with you yet."

"Too bad, baby. I'm through with you."

She spit at him, then reached into her cunt, grabbed a handful of cum and threw it in his face. "Asshole! Why did I even bother coming?"

"So you could cum!"

She got her clothes back on. "Don't bother me again, shit head."

"Only if I think my nuts are nice and full."

"Fuck you!"

"You will, baby. Don't worry."

She finally got everything together. "You Goddamn sprinkler hose! Go fuck a gas tank next time!" She slammed the door after her.

He laughed. Cunt. He didn't want to get involved with her any more. And screwing her made him realize how much he missed, doing it with Kathy. Hell, Kathy was his ONLY lay. Nobody could replace her. Her snatch was just too good to put down.

The hell with it! He was going to find out why Kathy dumped him like that. Shit, it had to be another guy. It added up to it. But all these months, she only dug his cock, nobody else's. Why would she go meat shopping in another butcher shop?

Then his mind was settled. Tomorrow, he was going to go over to Mad-hatter Place and find that fucking cunt and talk some reason into her. And even if it meant that he'd have to shove his cock up her twat just to remind her of what a good thing she walked out on, he'd do it.

She had to cum back to him. Man, he really was hung up on that chick, and he'd do his damnedest to get her back.

Fuck, his cock was throbbing again.

Jay Lawrence sat glumly at the Snatch of Sunshine Bar, moping over his sixth beer. Damn, but he got smashed. And he couldn't go home to his son of a bitch wife because she'd start looking at him and wonder why the hell he couldn't keep his balls in working order the way a normal man did. Why couldn't he hold from shooting his load so soon when he fucked other chicks? What the hell kind of black was he, anyway?

He kept dreaming of Anne's chocolate pussy and his black dick balling it. Yeah, he liked that. She'd make him feel real good. And that nice dark mouth, stuffing all the black cock she could into it. And sucking it, real nice and good… his balls tingling. And all that sweet cum, dripping from her mouth because he really emptied himself out.

It was all Dawn's fault, that bitch! He did everything because of that black cunt and her smart-ass remarks. She said he would never be able to handle other pussy because he would never hold it with them, that he was just too damn anxious to show her off.

Well, fuck her! He married Anne, and he'd stay married to her, and that little bitch with her bright ideas would go squat somewhere and…

"Jay… hello…"

He turned around. It was the cunt, Dawn.

"What do you want, woman?" he asked.

"Talk… up in my room."

"Oh no, no, no… I'm a married man. I don't do that kind of stuff anymore. I'm respectful."

"Bullshit. You're one horny asshole."

He couldn't argue with her about that. He really looked at her. Shit, but those plump tits, skinny waist and fat ass looked mighty tasty. In fact, if he didn't know better, he'd be pushing her into a closet and take a few skin-diving lessons.

"Aren't you going to get me a drink?" she asked him.

He ordered her a screwdriver. "You look really great, babe."

"Sure. You haven't gotten fucked in a few days. A bent over donkey would look mighty tempting to you."

That made her mad. "Gonna rub it in, you…"

"Now, now… I understand. It's your own fault, honey. You wanted some other black slut's pussy and now you've got it."

"Haven't you been getting any action?" he asked.

"Shore 'nuff. But that's me, baby." She dropped her hand to his crotch and pressed. "You been had. Fucking shiney bitch is no good."

"How'd you know?"

She frowned. "Ain't you missin' me yet, baby? 'Cause I just can't wait to get that thing in me. My pussy's been wet all day."

"Really…" Damn it, but he couldn't think right, with all that beer in him. He wasn't speakin' and thinkin' right. He could fuck Dawn and not tell Anne. He couldn't do it to her. Yet…