Ron Taylor: Back Door Wives

Wetness coated the interior of her pussy and it was beginning to ooze from her sliced opening. She was horrified to realize how excited she was right now, how much she wanted to fuck this stranger in a public toilet. The idea seemed even filthier than being fucked in the asshole, and her clitoris pulsated in a shockingly responsive way.

"Let me see if you're ready," she whispered. "Mmm, Kyle, I think that cock of yours is definitely ready!"

"How do you know my name?" he asked in surprise as she slid down his front, onto her knees before him.

Trish looked up. "Don't I look even slightly familiar?" He shook his head.

Well, the last time he'd seen her, she weighed 150 and greatly resembled a fresh dumpling.

She just gave him an enigmatic smile that would keep him wondering for the rest of his life 'who' was that fine bitch he'd lucked onto in the men's room, and she reached for his zipper.

She took his cock out of his pants, then undid the pants and eased them down his hips, baring his groin and balls, too. She held his meat in her hand while she kissed his belly, rimmed his belly button. Her tongue moved down into his dickhairs. "Baby…" she heard him sigh.

His cock was pretty damn big – not as big as she'd fantasized, back in high school, but big enough. She caressed it with her fingers. She blew softly up and down the length of it, her lips poised a quarter of an inch from the surface of his prick, touching him only with her breath. For now.

The room was so silent you could have heard a pin drop. She could feel the burning eyes of the two guys over by the urinals, and Kyle's hands were on her head, stroking, petting, coaxing.

"Lick it, baby," he was saying. "Go ahead and lick it. You ever see one that big before?"

She had. Ken's was longer and thicker and harder in its glory. But Ken's cock was in California, and Kyle Newberry's rod was in her hand. She'd make do with what she had.

Smiling, she pressed her lips against him, touching his cockflesh with her mouth for the first time. Her lips were moist and soft, and his cock was hot and hard. She kissed him warmly, felt his heat flow through her lips and into her body.

Her mouth slightly open, she moved it down and then up the shaft of his cock, lipping him like a guppy. She gave him a lick or two as well, sliding the wet flat of her tongue over his hard rod, bringing it up to but not quite touching the supersensitive spot just below the big swollen knob.

His cock was unclipped, but the foreskin had retracted to show off a really impressive peckerbulb. It looked like a giant grape. Gallo could ferment all year on a grape that size.

She stroked him with her fingers, holding his cock delicately. She slid the loose outer skin up and down, milking his prick while her mouth drifted down to his balls and the base of the shaft. She nuzzled into the hair, jiggling his nuts with her tongue. His bag tasted sweaty.

"Will you for Chrissakes suck it???" he hissed in a desperate sounding voice. Trish looked up at him with a beaming smile. She slid her tongue back up the underside of his rod, and this time she went straight to the spot below the knob that always made Ken's prick drool wetly.

She butterflied him there, tongue working swiftly and to the point, and his pre-cum began to ooze from his tip. She brought her tongue up and licked it away, and the meaty heat of his knobflesh made her thirst for the taste of his cock in her mouth.

Her tongue dripped saliva onto the point of his cock. She looked up at him, her mouth puckered momentarily as if for a kiss, and then she opened her lips wide and sucked the end of Kyle's dick inside, gulping as she swallowed him.

Blood pounded in her temples. Jesus Christ, she was excited! Her tits heaved massively, and she felt his fingers seize her erected, pointing nipples, pinching at them in delighted response to the feverishly hot quality of her mad sucking.

She pistoned her head back and forth, his cock ramming in and out of her throat, and she made gurgling noises around the huge hard chunk of prime male gristle. It would never have tasted this good back in high school, she decided, mouthing him possessively, twisting her head as she fed on his rampant love monster.

"Holy shit," she heard him sigh as she gobbled his cock. It was a compliment, and she knew it. Trish felt positively inspired, dishing out this blowjob, and the fact that the two pissers were 'still' standing over there watching only made her that much crazier. She could feel their eyes burning as they stared, and she knew she was giving them a show they'd never forget if they lived as long as Ronald Reagan.

She took the cock out of her mouth and lipped up and down, from knob to nuts. She sucked the balls into her mouth again, giggling as the dickhairs tickled her nose. She worked a finger up into the crack of Kyle's ass and tickled his shithole while she yummied his stones.

He swayed and trembled, his body moving up and down, his rod thrusting in the soft possessive grip of her hand. She stroked him with luscious precision and then she angled his dickhead back toward her face, her tongue emerging to meet its big swollen knob top.

She lapped his prick, slipping him in and out of her mouth in fishlike swallows. No deepthroating this time. She'd almost ruptured her tonsils in the lustful fury of her last attack. This time it was for fun and for stimulation. And she knew she was giving him plenty.

Her lips fitted loosely around the prick as it moved in and out, and her tongue worked in magical little forays, tickling and caressing and teasing with a wicked furtiveness.

She was holding him by the root of his long hard tool, and she was giving him fitful little jerks with her hand that seemed almost casual but had a secret rhythm and tempo all their own. A wild pulsation rippled through the big bloated cum tube, and the blue veins stood out vividly on the surface of Kyle's prick.

"Gonna cum in your mouth, baby," she heard him pant. "You better stop right now and let me fuck you…"

"A real man could cum in my mouth and fuck me too," she purred, smirking up at him.

"Oh, you slut," he grinned, his face flushed with excitement.

He put one hand on the top of her head and took control of his dick with the other. He slipped the point into Tricia's mouth and he began to stroke himself rapidly, fist flying up and down the length of his tool. She held his cock with her lips, tongue-flipping him, sucking at him with an insistent horny pressure, waiting for the spurt of his goodies.

"Now!" he groaned, and with that, his cock unloaded into Tricia's mouth. She opened her throat to the squirting spray.

It came from him, hot and thick and sticky, gushing down her gullet, and she felt the hot excitement of his cum-milk all the way to her tummmy. She pushed his fist aside and got him in her own paw, and she squeezed and stroked and masturbated until his cock shivered and trembled and made one dry thrust after another across her lapping tongue.

She drew back, unmouthing him, and her fist moved up to his point. She squeezed hard, just under the big bulging knob, and one last bubble of jizz emerged from his slit. She held his cock upward and let the droplet fall onto her tongue.

"Does that make up for splashing a drink in your face?" she asked. "Turnabout is fair play, right? And you splashed me pretty good, big stuff… " Still on her knees, she looked over her shoulder. The two guys who'd been pissing when she came in were still standing at the far wall, and they were goggle-eyed with astonishment.

It must have been like a fantasy come true for them, something straight out of one of those porno videotapes. Gorgeous slutty woman blows big stud dude in a sleazy, smelly men's room. And she still had a mustache of cum around her lips to prove it had really happened.