Mary Jenkins - Innocent in Chicago Volume One

"Oooooooooh," Honey groaned and her legs splayed out wide on either side of the man's body, her feet quivered in the air out over the edge of the bed, her toes curling and uncurling without control. His balls smacked sharply against the tiny, puckered hole of her anus. She screamed softly, the sound muffled by his shoulder pressing into her mouth. Cynthia's eyes gaped open wide as then he began a slow thrusting in and out movement, a soft, wet, sucking sound drifting across the distance from their moist sexual coupling. She found herself clenching her own thighs tightly together in a vain attempt to still the slow, but quickening throbs that were beginning deep in her own belly. The man behind her pressed closer into her back and she could feel his hard pulsating flesh growing back between the soft warm cheeks of her buttocks. His hands were around in front of her now and cupping the full resilient mounds of her pulsating breasts. He had the tiny, bud-like nipples rolled softly between his thumb and forefinger and was tweaking them gently in rhythm to the movements of the man fucking her girlfriend on the squeaking bed next to them. Her body trembled and quivered as she felt him begin to move behind her, insinuating the hardness of his cock slowly along the flaccid crevice of her buttocks and up between her thighs from behind. It was a strange, almost unreal sensation to feel the thick shaft of flesh crawling like an unseen snake between her tightly pressed legs.

"Relax, baby, and open 'em," the man whispered into her ear as she kept her eyes straight ahead, locked on the lewd spectacle taking place in front of her. The man fucking Honey had increased his speed to an almost desperate rate now and Cynthia could see with a vivid, sensual clarity, the tight pink lips clasped tightly around his cock as they pulled out with his withdrawal as though they didn't want to let go of the magic plunging instrument and then as they disappeared fleshily inside again with each hard, almost brutal in-stroke. The thin, black forest of her pubic hair was wet and matted between her legs from the moistness of the juices flowing between them and the man's cock glistened wet and sensuously from the light of the single uncovered bulb hanging from the ceiling of the cheap hotel room.

Cynthia trembled again and her body felt hot and uncomfortable as though she itched from head to foot and could not control the movements of her buttocks and pelvis that squirmed and writhed back against the hot, fleshy belly of the man teasing her from behind.

"Crawl up on your knees, baby," he said hotly through the mass of her long, blond hair pressed against his face. And Cynthia did, quickly and with relief. She was beyond all control now and had to have something inside her or go completely out of her mind.

She moved quickly, rolling on her stomach and rising on all fours, making certain her head was pointing toward the lewd, writhing bodies entwined like snakes on the bed next to them. The man moved around behind her and rose up to kneel between her thighs, pushing them open wide with his own knees to allow him to move right up to the naked plane of her white, soft buttocks waving invitingly back at him.

There were no preliminaries, and none were needed. The whole of Cynthia's loins were wet and open now from the sensual impact of watching the other couple's violent intercourse on the next bed. The man shuffled forward behind her and with both hands kneading and cupping the twin ivory globes of her buttocks, spread them wide apart. She groaned in uncontrollable impatience and thrusting her hand down underneath her body between her wide spread legs she grasped the thickness of his cock and guided the giant pulsating head straight toward the open wet lips of her cunt. She moved it up and down quickly in the warm, pink slit between her thighs, parting the soft, blond pubic hair that covered the tender, protective folds of flesh and then screwing her buttocks back on it to impale herself on the first full inch of it. She groaned and pleaded, as she knelt before the utter stranger who had bought her body for the evening's pleasure, like a demented nymphomaniac. The hot licking fire roaring between her wet throbbing loins had to be quenched.

"God, what an ass," she heard the man behind her mumbling crazily to himself. And then she went mad with the cruel uncontrollable desire licking through her.

"Go on!! Go on, God-dammit…! Fuck me… Ooooooooooh, fuck me like he's doing it to her…" Her eyes were still glued smokily to the long, thick shaft of flesh burying itself in hard, deep thrusts between Honey's jerking thighs.

"Aaaaaaghhhh!" she screamed, half in pain, half in relief, as the man behind her suddenly rammed forward with all his strength and plunged his rigid cock far, far up into her quivering belly. She could feel the flesh of the inside of her cunt being pushed in giant, flaccid waves before the tunneling entrance of the monstrous and unstoppable instrument plunging without mercy deep up inside her.

"Ooooh, baby, you got a tight little pussy," he droned behind her as without waiting he began a series of long hard strokes into her kneeling body that caused her breasts to dance and jiggle beneath her chest as though they were alive. She grunted and churned back against him with each hard, driving lunge, her face contorted into a strained mask of undisguised passion that matched the wet, sucking sounds like someone walking in quicksand that came from behind her wildly squirming buttocks.

It took but a moment until she felt herself erupting inside like a giant explosion rolling across the earth. At the same time, she could feel his hot, white, sperm flooding into the flowering recess of her belly, filling her womb almost to the bursting point. The ruddy skinned man fucking Honey suddenly groaned too, and Cynthia, still throbbing out her own passion around the spurting rod of flesh sunk deep in her own belly could see him sink his huge, white cock deep down between her girlfriend's legs and his buttocks begin jerking as though he were attached to an electric wire. Thick rivulets of white sticky cum bubbled out around his tight, flesh clasped instrument and rolled down Honey's buttocks to the sheet below.

It ended for all of them at the same wild instantaneous moment and Cynthia jerked forward and fell flat down on her stomach, dragging the still connected man who had fucked her from behind down with her. She could still feel slight dribbles of sperm emptying into her from his deflating penis though his arms and body lay lifeless and spent on top of her back.

Later, the girls dressed and left the men passed out on the bed. Cynthia felt horrible about the way she had let her body run away with her with that strange man who had paid her for her services, thereby labeling her a prostitute. She tired not to show it to Honey and accepted silently the additional five dollars she collected for their "kickback" when they left the hotel. She waved good-bye to her at the entrance to the hotel and flagged a taxi. One thing she made up her mind to do, even though she knew it would be hard, and that was to tell Frankie what had happened. He was certain to find out as Honey would undoubtedly mention it to someone he knew. She just hoped against hope, that she wouldn't mention the fact that Cynthia had actually let herself get carried away. She could never as long as she lived admit to Frankie that she had enjoyed it with a total stranger that way.

Frankie was waiting for her when she arrived home. After telling him about the evening, she thought at first that he was angry because she had agreed to make love with a man for money, thus making her a prostitute in his eyes.

"But I only agreed, Frankie, darling, because I wanted to bring back the extra money for you."