Austin Williams - Widespread whore

Tuesday, however, gave him no chance. He was

so uncontrollably hot when her legs parted that he made an instinctive thrust forward, and her pussy lips closed about the throbbing head of the cock. Once the head was trapped in the mouth of her cunt, her cunt drew him inward.

They clasped their arms about each other, and pulled their bodies closely together. He loved to feel those hard nipples bared and boring into his chest.

They rolled about on the bed, kissing and feeling so good. His tool was buried to the hilt in the warm folds of her velvet pussy. But except for the friction created by the way they rolled about, there was no real fucking. But it felt good. Foxy's cock was so hot that a breeze flowing over it might have sent his come flying.

Tuesday rolled over on her back, and spread her legs wide apart. This opened her cunt to its fullest, and Foxy's balls, already up tight against his body, all but fell into the hole along with his cock. Her clit was so taut that he could feel it bearing down on the top of his prick.

In a swift motion, Tuesday locked her legs behind his back, and curled her arms around his shoulders. "Now, for God's sake, FUCK!"

Huffing and puffing, Foxy dug for a toehold in the bed. She was jerking beneath him, and he was pouring his cock into the dark heat of her womb. Deeper dug the head with every plunge. His heavy-handed meat beating had whetted his cock's appetite for a pussy bath, and he resolved that, on the brink of his orgasm, jacking off would always be a secondary pleasure if he could fuck Tuesday

regularly.

Their bodies were slipping and sliding; her titties were so hot! Her asshole was winking and opening and slamming shut with rapid tire. Tuesday did not care.

When she came, her asshole went "Woosh!" and the lips and interior walls of her cunt quivered and convulsively chewed upon his vomiting cock. He came as though he had not emptied his balls for weeks. Through his cock spurted the hot jizm into her womb, and she rose heavily on her heels and shoulders to meet the downward thrust of his meat. Finally, she collapsed on the bed, and he fell on top of her, his cock deeply buried into her box. There it lay and drooled and soaked in a combination of its own and Tuesday's juices.

That night, and for many weeks, months, and even years afterward, Tuesday thought Foxy had the finest body and the hardest, most satisfying cock on earth.

When she woke up the next morning, Foxy was gone, and so was the remainder of Tuesday's twelve dollars, and all of her clothes.

As Freda listened to the story of Foxy's cock, she had become excited and had moved over as close to Tuesday as she could lie on the bed. Finally, just as the dramatic description of the vomiting cock was unfolded, Freda was overcome with desire. It had been a long time since, she had fucked a man of her own choice and for her own pleasure, and in her mind, she was back with Tuesday in bed with Foxy.

Without conscious regard for her action, Freda flung a leg over Tuesday, and shoved her warm and willing pussy over Tuesday's hipbone. In a flash, the old days in the girls' camp came back to Tuesday, and she automatically responded. She rolled her ass to work the hardness of her bone into the hot meat of Freda's cunt.

Freda gurgled and gasped, then clasped both of Tuesday's titties. She rubbed her thumbs over the nipples, and Tuesday realized that she, herself, wanted to get with Freda. Telling her own story had turned her on, and even if her cunt was torn with bites and scratches, she knew that she had to

give herself to Freda, and that the two of them would come to orgasm in some manner.

Freda continued to rub over Tuesday's titties until they were hot and heavy again, and when Tuesday's passion flared, she leaped down between Freda's legs to begin sucking on her pussy. Freda parted her legs as wide as she could, and taking her hands away from Tuesday's tits, she placed them under her own buttocks to elevate her cunt from the bed.

Tuesday loved it! As Freda lifted herself, Tuesday could not only suck on the clit, but she could get down into the gorge as deep as she wished, and underneath it all, Tuesday could catch the faint scent of Freda's asshole.

Oh Jesus, it had been a long, long time since she had been into a female asshole. Freda had a wonderful body. Her skin was as smooth as a baby's ass, and it glowed with health and heat.

Tuesday lapped about Freda's cunt, and then, shoving her own hands under Freda's body, Tuesday lifted it higher, and exposed that elusive brown asshole. She could see it, but she couldn't get to it.

"Turn over! Turn over on your stomach… quick!"

Freda was too overcome to question. She rolled to her stomach, reaching as she did to gently caress Tuesday's worn and battered snatch.. When Freda was flat on her side, Tuesday pulled her legs apart and was pleased to see a beautiful asshole.

Of course, Tuesday was no prude. She would lick up an asshole hair, or no hair. But there was

just something about a asshole that made her insides chum! Tuesday buried her face in Freda's crack. Once in between those deliciously rounded cheeks, Tuesday sought out the asshole with her tongue.

Freda squealed, and humped so violently Tuesday almost lost her hold. But she did manage to hold on. Up… uuupp! The darting tongue slammed its way into Freda's bowels, and Tuesday let one hand creep under the prone body to sneak a finger into Freda's twat, and to place another on the clit.

Freda, meanwhile, had to work with extreme care on Tuesday's cunt because of the injuries. Tuesday's clit had been all but wrenched from its moorings, and the hole was tender and torn. But up inside, it was in good repair. And it was here that Freda made her stand to fight for Tuesday's orgasm. But once her finger slid up into Tuesday's cunt, all Freda had to do was wiggle the end joint, and soon Tuesday was on the verge of coming.

Old professionals can communicate with each other without words. Athletes, bankers, lawyers… they all know each other. Whores are no exception.

Freda and Tuesday knew exactly how the other felt, and as the time for climax came, they gave each other the maximum attention and achieved the maximum thrill.

Of course, both girls were spewing juice from their vaginas, and Freda had expelled a small blob of shit as a result of the intensive probe of her asshole, but there was no big mess to mop up or lie

in, as there might have been had a man shot his load into the girls.

"Oh Jesus, thanks a lot," Freda panted when it was over. "I really needed that!"

"I did too," Tuesday said. "It was the best I've had in a long, long time!"

Freda laughed. "Guess we ought to turn in and get some rest. You probably won't be entertaining any customers for a day or so, but I'll have to be back in there tomorrow with my cunt wide open. Fucking is hard work for me. I know I'm gonna sleep like a baby. Whew! You really know what to do to an asshole. I'm sorry I shit on the bed like I did."

"Oh, that's all right," Tuesday said easily.

Soon Freda fell into a deep and peaceful sleep. Her heavy breathing told Tuesday that Freda was out for the night, and would awaken in the morning refreshed and ready for another day under whatever man she might encounter. But Tuesday was not sleepy. She felt strangely keyed up, excited.

Tuesday thought back over it all, searching her memory for one single redeeming feature of her whole existence. Rick! He was the only one who had ever really cared. He was the only one who ever had really taken the time to understand. All the rest of them… they had all used her, despoiled her body, abused her mind, and left her when she was of no further use. How ugly life was!

Tuesday put her hands up behind her head. Was her pussy the cause of all her trouble? Had she fucked herself into a horrible series of