Ron Taylor - Nympho sisters next door

Motels really weren't Belinda's thing, but they couldn't go to Chuck's and they couldn't go to her house either, and she'd absolutely refused to fuck in the back seat of cars. So Chuck had sprung for a room here at the hot sheets. Not the first time, but she was still sorry she wasn't here with the guy from next door.

Belinda was convinced that meeting Dwayne had been the catalyst that had changed her life. Unfortunately, other than that dynamite fuck in the living room of her house, she hadn't had much chance to try his cock on for size. And now, three days later, she was still thinking dreamily of that sweet hot fuck he'd thrown into her – including that ramrod ding of her virgin ass hole – and she was wondering if Chuck was man enough to satisfy her newfound needs.

Not that Chuck was so bad. Like, she'd been going out with him for quite a while, and he was under the impression that he was her steady. And he was a pretty good lay, but he wasn't Dwayne.

Belinda paraded around the room, conscious of Chuck's eyes upon her. She was dressed for a date, with a tight black sheath dress, no sleeves, the hem striking her about a third of the way down her thighs. She'd found it in some of her mom's old clothes, a leftover from the early 60's, but it looked just great in '88, and especially on Belinda. The way Chuck was eyeing her, she was sure of it.

While he poured the drinks, Belinda took off the dress. If it looked good, what she wore under it was even more fine. Her bra and panties were black, looking dark against the sun-kissed gold of her skin. Chuck liked garters and stockings, and she had worn a pair just for him. Curlicue designs ran down both sides of her hose, accentuating the length of her legs.

Chuck handed her a glass. She tipped it to his, and smiled alluringly over the rim of her glass. She could already see the bulge in his pants. He had a nice prick, but it wasn't like Dwayne's. At least, he didn't use it as well.

Chuck put down his glass and slipped his hands around Belinda. She sipped her drink while he began to feel her up. She enjoyed being felt up, as always.

His hands moved over her black, bra-covered tits. The bra wasn't that much of a covering, and her nipples began to push out the centers of the black lacy cups. His fingers stroked them back and forth, feeling them lengthening as they got harder and harder.

His body brushed against hers, and she could feel the bulge of his cock in his pants. Until she'd met Dwayne Murphy, Chuck's cock had been plenty for Belinda, but now, even with its hardness rubbing against her, she felt a little disappointed. But not so disappointed that she didn't plan to fuck this dude's brains out.

He unsnapped her bra, and the cups fell away from her tits. He sighed, as he always did when her tits came into view. His hands covered the bare, Jello-jiggly mounds. He squeezed her tits.

Belinda closed her eyes as her tits filled his clutching fists. Her hand went down to stroke his full-grown cock-bulge. Yeah, he was hard, all right!

She put her drink on the dresser table and gave him her full attention. She opened his shirt. His chest was broad and hairy. She loved to feel it.

Pushing the shirt off his shoulders, she caressed his chest, his shoulders, his neck. The high heels put her in great shape to be kissed, and she opened her mouth to his questing tongue.

He manipulated her hard nipples, and her tit tips stiffened between his fingers. He bent down to suck on them.

"Oooohhh, Chuckie!" She giggled, feeding him a randy tit.

His other hand was between her legs, stroking the crinkly satin of her black panties. His finger pushed in, stuffing itself and the panty fabric into Belinda's cunt. He couldn't finger-fuck very deeply, but he moved his finger in and out, and she wiggled and giggled as she spread her legs a little wider, deepening her pussy-hole to his attack.

He fucked his finger and her panties into her cunt-hole, poking shallowly, and she bounced up and down in her spikey heels, feeding her cunt to his finger. She was already tugging down his zipper and reaching inside his pants.

Belinda had no idea how many times she had fucked his cock, or sucked it, but she was pretty sure she was about to do it one more time.

He picked her up and carried her to the bed. She lay back, posing, while he stripped. She watched his pants drop, saw his cock rise up, thick and hard. She touched her tits, pleasuring the already-rigid nipples with the tips of her long red fingernails. She wondered if Chuck had ever stuffed his cock up a girl's asshole. She wondered if his prick would feel as good up her asshole as Dwayne Murphy's had, then she wondered if she was ever gonna get the chance to have Dwayne's cock in her mouth, ass or pussy again!

Chuck joined her on the bed, bin big hairy body rubbing all over hers. He stuck his hand down the front of her panties and felt her pussy, which was leaking piss-warm juices already and he cupped a fistful of her pussy and squeezed, as if he were wringing an orange.

Belinda was turned on.

Chuck buried his face between her tits and blew on them, slobbering and nipping his way up from her cleavage to the tingly tips of her nipples. He opened his mouth wide and sucked a whole tit inside. Belinda's 38-C vanished into his mouth and he sucked hard on it, putting a vacuum pressure on her throbbing nipples while his hand continued to slide through the soft hairs of her cunt, stroking her clit and the drippy arousal of her cunt-slit.

Now his finger went inside her pussy. Belinda moaned. He had a middle finger the size of some guys' cocks, and he used it like a prick inside her, probing, prodding, thrusting almost to the pit of her pussy.

It was the usual Saturday night at Cozy Rest, Belinda decided, rolling and rocking under Chuck's assault and listening to the noises that crept through the flimsy walls. Someone had sprung for a fuck film, a room or two away; she could hear the cheap tinny generic music that always played on the porno soundtracks. And closer, probably two rooms down, someone was getting one hell of a fucking!

"Ohhhhh!" It was a woman's voice, moaning like a banshee in heat, and tuned to the rhythmic rock of a bed.

Belinda closed her eyes, drinking in the sound. It was a slow dreamy fuck, she could tell from the woman's cries. As Chuck's finger stabbed in and out of her cunt, she listened to the noises of that other couple, envying them the rhythm and the pace of their sweet sex. Chuck wasn't bad, but sometimes he was in too damn much of a hurry.

But Belinda was in a little bit of a hurry herself. He was turning her on like crazy, and her pussy was sucking at his finger, and she was wishing his fingernail could spout a geyser of jizz into her creamy hole. She could use a hot squirt right now, just to cool her down a little!

She wriggled from beneath him, throwing herself upon his cock. She'd rather have been sucking on Dwayne's prick.

She slipped her lips over his cock-knob, sipping his prick in and out. The friction of her mouth and tongue made his cock grow harder, hotter. She could feel the excitement flowing through his meat, pre-cum oozing onto her tongue with each lustful swipe.

Lifting her head, she squeezed his cock-knob from beneath, until his piss-slit winked open. She attacked it with her tongue, thrusting as if she meant to penetrate his piss-slit.

He yelped and grabbed her head, guiding her downward. "Oh, baby, your sucking's the greatest!"

Her tongue moved through the tiny slit like a saw blade as his prick trembled inside her hand.

She licked downward to his balls, stroking the upper half of Chuck's prick. Her mouth opened wide to suck on his balls. She rocked his balls around with her tongue, and the power surged through his upstanding prick where her fist encircled it. She licked his shithole, too, her tongue pointed and perky and passionate. Then it was back to his balls for a little more sucking, and at last her tongue licked back up Chuck's cock, making for the big purple knob.