Vince Marcos - The slut next door

"Yeah, baby!" He shoved his meat into her mouth and not losing a beat of his licking. "Suck me. Blow it good!"

Anne loved the 69 position. It gave her a good helping of cock and a good eating at that. The more excited she got, the hungrier she got, and the better she blew him.

"Don't stop, for Christ sakes, gulp that cock down," he ordered, shoving his face in her cunt and swallowing all the juice he could.

"Make me cum, honey, do it…"

"Jesus Christ, what a tongue."

"More, eat it more."

"Ahh… suck it harder, baby, harder…"

"Only if you'll lap it faster…"

"Yes, I love your cunt. It's great…"

"Eat all you want. Shut up and eat!"

She could tell he would shoot his pudding any moment, and that she'd cum at just about the same time. "I'm cuming, baby… hurry!"

"Hold on…"

"Oh God… no… no… I can't stop!"

"Christ… Jesus Christ…"

As he humped his load into her, he let go and let her fall and it sprayed all over her face. She liked the jism to shoot on her that way, and she smiled as he heaved each drop, lapping up what she could. And what did not drip down her face and into her mouth, she wiped it up with her fingers and licked it off them.

"Mmm… baby, I love the taste of your cum," she hummed. "It's got a nice salty, creamy taste to it. And your prick… so chunky, you'd be tempted to eat it with a fork!"

He laughed. "Eat hearty. And remember, there's always more where that came from."

She giggled. "Sure is finger-licking good."

Dawn Sands was sizzling mad in her apartment, brooding over the marriage of Jay and Anne. Fucking cheap slut stealing her man. Little bitch. She was gonna rip her tits out and use 'em as toilet paper to wipe her black ass with. Pull that shit on her, mother fucker. Bitch!

Jay was just as bad. He was a mean mother fucker for what he did. She knew that he liked black ass, and it was always Dawn's. He never went hunting for no other black bitch's. She had all he needed. And getting that little black whore to be his bride was his shitty little way of getting even with her for something. She didn't know what the hell she did, but he was paying her back all right.

Dawn thrust her plump chocolate tits up and swiveled her thick black thighs, altering the sexy position she was in.

Mother fucker, that dude was. A lousy, stinking half-ass mother fucker. And her ass was nice and lean and something he loved holding when he was pounding that cock of his in.

Jay was just pissed at her because every time he asked Dawn for a blow-job, she would gladly give it to him. IF he let her spit out his cum after he shot it in her mouth. Shee-yit!

She hated the taste of cum. Christ, was it awful.

And he hated her when she did it, opening the car door and spitting it onto the street curb or running into the john and gargling with Listerine to get rid of the taste.

She even started to carry some candy with her, and that's when Jay finally drew the line. She either gulped it down, or that was it. She told him to kiss her ass and go fuck himself. He did the first, but not the second.

Of course, there were times when he held her head down and made her swallow it, and she hated him when he did that. He'd be ready to pump his jism out. She'd be ready to get her mouth off of his cock and back off, and suddenly, his hands would come out of nowhere and grab her head and keep it down and then, he'd shoot his wad and it'd squirt into her mouth and down her throat. She'd be screaming and throwing her hands around to scratch him, but he'd resist and wait until he emptied himself out, then he'd let her go.

One time, she kept it all in her mouth when he did that, and spit it in his face. All that cum was dripping down his nose and eyes. He had slapped her, and she had laughed because it reminded her of the movies where a clown would get a cream pie thrown in his face and it'd be sliding off and his eyes would be peeking out.

And now she was married to that black bitch, Anne. She knew who she was, just as well as Anne, knew Dawn. He'd met her during business hours at that Goddamn modeling place of hers.

Probably a whorehouse, she didn't doubt it, and Anne looked like she brought some of them customers into the closet and jacked 'em off for a fine. Slut. All them models were. They all balled for money. Every last one of them. And they loved cock. Couldn't get enough of that licorice stick. They'd suck 'em off real good and get their bellies full of jism and take all their money. Hell, she'd have to, being married to him and all.

But Dawn knew his secret, and it was her last gamble to win her man back. Even if Jay did not admit it, he loved her and was gonna marry her before that black slut Anne came along.

Jay never fucked around before Dawn. She gave him confidence. In fact, she was the only chick he could please in the sack. But that mother fucker wouldn't listen. He said he could make any other black chick happy. That's when Dawn laughed at him and said he was full of shit.

Jay liked black chicks, all right, but he couldn't control his gun with them. He fucked 'em like rabbits, he would. Sure he could cum. After all, he was a real man, and you don't get too many of them any more. But when it came to other black pussy, he'd shoot his load in ten seconds flat and would be the lousiest lay ever. Mother fucker. Thought he had the greatest cock ever. Thought he could pump it into as many of those shines that he wanted. No dice, baby. You ain't worth shit.

Now, with her black ass, he could use them balls of his and drive her out of this world, better than any man. But any other man and she'd get the fucking lousiest lay she ever had, and that prick of his would mean about as much to her as if she'd poked herself with a toothpick.

She'd wait a few days. That bastard would get tired of that cunt soon enough, and he'd be begging to have his innings with her again. Maybe she'd let him beg, and maybe she'd make him eat her ass out first. Whatever would happen, she'd have the upper hand.

He should have known better than to leave his mama.

Kathy Phillips sat in the bathtub, playing with the bubbles and watching a few of them pop when they got sucked into her pussy. She was staring at that shower hose wickedly, thinking about how she could turn the water on lukewarm and aim it at her clit.

Ohh… she was getting so damn horny, and it would have to happen when Tony left for work. Shit, she had to face it. She loved his cock. No doubt about it. Her cunt watered when she imagined his red-hairy body, his tan flesh that had so much hair on it, on his legs, on his inner thighs, around his prick, on his arms, on his chest.

She could cum, picturing herself lying on top of it with his cock pumping into her and she, massaging his hairy legs and arms and chest… And he was so big. Christ, it was fantastic when he shoved that monstrous prick into her box and humped her like a madman. It got her hot when she saw how worked up he was getting, the sweat pouring from his face he rammed his cock in hard.

And the cum, she could feel it squirting into her cunt as he gasped and heaved and collapsed on top of her. One thing about Tony, when he came, he came! She usually had to stuff a pad in her twat after he shot his wad so it would soak up whatever cum she couldn't wipe out.

She stroked her crotch and stared at the shower hose. God, she was so tempted. It would hurt, jacking off. She'd still be just as horny for Tony when he got back at twelve-thirty. But Christ, it was only seven-thirty, and she was as horny as hell for him.

No, she shook her head. She felt guilty, getting her rocks off that way. She wanted Tony to do it, and not the hose. Sure, the water could make her clit get off, but there was nothing like meat and bone to do the work. Especially his meat, which was as close to a bone as you could get. Tony never had trouble getting it up, and especially since she was so helpful.