Ron Taylor - Back Door Wives

Roger's cock rammed harder, deeper. His strokes grew faster and faster as well, his rod moving so quickly she could hardly feel the friction – just the slam-bang as he hit the bottom of her shitchute, again and again.

She rocked her ass backwards, meeting him thrust for thrust, and each time she came forward again, she wiped Kate's hungry face with the wetness of her twat.

It was the fucking, not the sucking, that brought her to orgasm. She knew that as well as she knew that her name was Tricia. She felt the buildup in her guts, and then her ovaries erupted. Roger kept on feeding her asshole with his long hard cock, and she screamed into Kate's pussy, biting at the flesh on which she sucked.

Into her he thrust, hard, deep, and each stab made her body convulse afresh. Kate's mouth was glued to Tricia's clit, and the girlcum flowed from the raw hot gash. Still hard, Roger continued to fuck, and Tricia's orgasm intensified.

He came out of her asshole, finally, his cock still rigid, and he grabbed the two cunt-sucking women. "Something for you, girls," he said in a raw and hoarse voice. He sat them up, side by side, and he shoved his long red prick into their faces.

"Finish me now," he commanded.

Without a second thought, Tricia fed his cock into her mouth. She gulped him hungrily, taking it all the way into her throat and washing him with her tongue as he moved in and out.

Kate was there for her share, and she stole the cock away from Trish, guzzling it down her own gullet. She smiled and beamed as she sucked on her husband, and Tricia was sure she had never seen Kate looking so beautiful and sexy.

Glancing at the mirror, she realized that she wasn't looking so bad herself. Her body was glossy with sweat, and her hair was a mess, but the animal glow of sex absolutely radiated from her. She stared a long moment at herself, liking what she saw.

Kate's mouth was sliding up and down the length of Roger's cock. Trish moved down to capture his nuts, eating them while Kate sucked the shaft, but she found herself thirsting for the salty, meaty flavor of the real thing and she said, "Give me some of that or I'll rip your tits off!" Kate laughed and surrendered the cock. Trish drank it down her throat again, moaning as it penetrated her, sighing as she savored it.

She monopolized the dick, sucking it, kissing it, licking it, her tongue slithering up and down the barrel. Kate was licking the nuts, but Tricia wanted them too, and she took them. Then she went back up to the big knob, licking the droplets of jizz that bubbled from the slit, feeding the glans into her mouth so she could suck it hard and horny, her lips frictioning it, teasing it, coaxing it to give up the useless struggle.

"I want your cum," she told Roger, looking up at him with intent, dead-serious blue eyes, her lips fluttering against the red, wet point of his erected tool.

"Take it, then," he said, and his prick suddenly erupted in her face.

The spray of sperm drenched Trish. She gasped and squealed as the hot thick flow gushed onto her face. She licked the white stuff that ran down the shaft. She squeezed him in her eager fist, milking squirt after squirt from him.

It splattered her, and she could feel the hot viscous fluid oozing down her cheeks. She licked it from her chin, her upper lip. She ovaled her lips and fed the tip into them, jerking on the shaft to tease still more of the juice from his balls.

Kate was kissing Tricia, eating the sprayed cum off her skin, wangling the cock free so she could get another lick, another suck, a little swallow of fresh spurting goo for herself. As the cock began to go dry and limp, the two women crushed their mouths together and shared the salty slime they had sucked out of Roger.

I think, Tricia told herself with a smug satisfaction, that I am doing one hell of a job of loosening up!

Roger showered and dressed, running late for his appointment. He wasn't bitching about it. He'd gotten far too good a fucking.

"We should do this again," Trish said conspiratorially, lying on the bed with Kate. "I can use all the practice I can get, before Ken gets home. Oh, he's going to be so surprised and so excited when he finds out that I'm ready for him!"

"I think you were born ready," Kate replied, playing with a tit. "You just needed to find out about it."

"I'm not busy tonight," Trish suggested. "Maybe we could all have dinner at my place and then…?"

"No," Kate said, "Rog has a date tonight."

"You mean a business appointment?"

"I mean a date," Kate giggled. "He's been fucking that little receptionist at the office. She's a typical bleach-blonde airhead – oh, no offense, Trish! But she has no morals and Rog loves to get his dick in her. Don't look so shocked. I let him go out from time to time. You might have guessed that Rog and I have a 'very' open marriage. Your well fucked asshole should be proof of that, baby doll. Mmm, and I think you have one of my pussy hairs on your chin."

She slid a little closer, pressing her pointy-nippled tits against Trish. "On the other hand," she went on, "why should Rog have all the fun? You and I should do something tonight, too. A, we could drink a six-pack of wine cooler and then fuck ourselves with the empties while we watch porn tapes on the tube, or B, we could look for some adventure. What do you say?"

"Just what do you mean by adventure?" Tricia replied.

Tricia felt like a complete and total slut. It wasn't a 'bad' feeling, to tell the truth, but it was a weird feeling. And she was definitely out of place here.

She and Kate were sitting at the bar in a redneck tavern a few miles out of town. Country music blared from the jukebox, the air was heavy with smoke, and Trish asked herself for the thousandth time how in the 'fuck' she had ever let Kate talk her into anything like this.

She was wearing some clothes of Kate's – spike heels so high she could hardly stand up in them, a tinselly blue wig, and a sheathlike dress that fit her like a glove.

It wasn't made to hold in tits as big as Tricia's, and that was for damn sure. The bodice clung tightly, and because there wasn't nearly enough room inside for them, her hooters were pushed up, protruding out of the lowcut neckline.

The skirt was about an inch and a half on the safe side of legal, and under it Trish wore – as Kate had demanded – nothing but garters and patterned stockings, with butterflies sewn into the sheer black nylon.

She looked like a cheap whore, especially with the makeup Kate had applied to her face, and she knew that every guy in the place was staring at her and Kate. And Kate, if anything, looked even trashier than Tricia.

She was wearing a platinum blonde wig, down to her shoulders. Her tank top was so thin the pigment of her brown nipples showed through plain as day, and to cap it, she had on skintight shorts and black stilettos. In a downtown bar, they might have looked almost at home, though they might also have gotten busted as hookers. Out here, in the country, they looked as much at home as Michael Jackson would have.

Still, being stared at and being obviously lusted after was a real thrill, one that Tricia wasn't overly familiar with. She sipped at her drink and pretended to be very casual. Kate had promised her adventure. What kind of adventure would it be, she wondered.

"There aren't even any other women here," Tricia whispered, looking round the dingy joint. "Just the two of us."

"So much better," Kate assured her. "Your only competition is me. And you don't think every guy in this dive is staring at us? Mmm, I think adventure may already be putting on its rubber. C'mon, Trish, cross your legs and give everybody a thrill!"

"You're crazy," Trish whispered back, pushing her knees together. This was not a good idea, she was starting to believe with all her heart, and she searched her mind for clever stratagems she could use to get herself and Kate outta here!