Ron Taylor: Back Door Wives

A hand captured one of her wrists. "If you're in the mood, baby, why don't you get in the mood for me?" she heard a voice say.

She had no idea in hell who it might be that was speaking. The fingers of that hand surrendered their deathgrip on the cock she was eating, and she let her hand be guided.

It found another dick, equally stiff, equally big, equally awesome, and she stroked it with her fingers while she continued to gobble the prick that fed her horny mouth.

Kyle Newberry persisted in his manual and pecker caress of her heated body and Tricia Miller felt, at the same time, supremely aroused and supremely whorish. And there was such a soul consuming satisfaction to the feeling!

She whipped her tongue around the cock that fucked her mouth. Its thrusts became more agitated, more excited. That cock wasn't the only one who was excited, for fucking sure!

She gulped it, throat convulsing around the stabs, and her hand worked up and down the hardened shaft of the prick that she held so tightly. Kyle's hands grew more possessive on her body. His own dick lay along the gash of Trish's cunt, and her clit pulsated in response to its caressing pressure.

He pumped back and forth through her crotch. She squirmed, but not uncomfortably. Her thighs gripped him, holding his tool flush against her cuntal crack, and she bathed it in the exudations from her aroused twat. Her clitoris was like a wart that his prick rubbed raw.

Adventure, Kate had called it. Sitting in her lap with a hard-on. Mmm, Jesus, she knew what her friend had meant, now! And she had as much hard-on adventure as she could handle.

The cock in her mouth exploded, hot cum splashing her tongue. It was a big sloppy release, and her cheeks puffed out as the jizz erupted. It had a thick, tangy taste – she wasn't sure she liked it, but that didn't keep Trish from guzzling down the slimy nectar, and her throat twitched spasmodically, her thighs still gripping hotly at Kyle's prick.

As the prick finished squirting its juicy cargo into her mouth, she let it slip from her cum-slimed lips. Sperm was oozing from them, running down her chin. She must have drunk down half a quart by now.

Behind her, Kyle Newberry stood up. He turned her face around and shoved his cock back into her mouth. She gasped at the fattened, lust-gorged size of him, and she gagged as he took hold of her ears and simply fucked her face with his re-aroused boner.

He was as big, as stiff, as ferocious as before. If anything, his cock was even bigger this time! She whimpered but she didn't stop sucking. She couldn't stop sucking.

Inside her hand, another strange cock throbbed with the mysteries of sexual arousal. She worked her fist up and down the shaft, feeling every inch of the long boney tool, and she ached to know its taste in her mouth as well.

There were voices. It was too late to hear them. She sucked. Trish was aware that her right hand was being attached to still another cock. Another?!?! Oh, God!!! As soon as she touched it, she knew that it was one she had not met before, but her fist got acquainted fast, and as she sucked on Kyle, she masturbated this new arrival.

She had a cock in her mouth and one in each fist. There was a sudden whoosh of air and she knew that someone else had come into the men's room. She knew equally well that she would soon be introduced to still another prick, and excitement throbbed behind the soft cushions of her tits.

Tricia was a woman possessed, now. There was no stopping, no turning back, no saying "It was a mistake.. I didn't mean to do this…" She hadn't meant to do it, but she was by God doing it, and she could not stop until she was finished!

She gulped hard, drawing the cock she sucked almost into her lungs. Big, powerful pricks throbbed inside her squeezing, shucking fists. She found herself wondering if they tasted as good as they felt.

Maybe there was something to be said for being a slut. She thought she had never felt so alive as she did right now, on her knees in a grubby men's room, sucking and masturbating the anonymous cocks of Christ knew how many strange men!

A searing blast of cum filled her mouth. "Suck it, bitch!!!" she heard Kyle gasp, and his pulsating cock plunged again and again into her throat, squirting spray after spray of hot scalding jizz down her gullet.

She moaned as she drank it, and then she spat the prick free and her head jerked immediately toward the nearer of the two cocks she was beating off.

As she began to suck, she noticed that there were at least six or seven men in the room now. Kyle was on her from behind again, massaging her hot cunt with his enlarged dick.

Christ! He'd just filled her mouth with sperm, and he was still stiff as a board! She was sorry as hell she'd not gotten to fuck him in high school, when he must have been truly in his prime!

She held one cock in her fist and another in her mouth. She had no idea whose cocks, how many cocks, she had sucked already, and she could only guess at how many more there were to come.

But there were still other torsos and crotches visible, behind the men she was taking on, and they didn't look like the first two guys she had blown after finishing Kyle.

Jesus, was she drawing a crowd??? Trish began to blush under her thick coat of makeup, but it was much too late to stop now. Much too late.

She siphoned still another squirting scalding load across her tongue. She was getting numb in the mouth. She could hardly taste the flavor of the cream, but she could not mistake the scummy oiliness of it as it rolled across her tongue in bubbles like mercury.

She hollowed her cheeks and sucked back and forth, hard, almost viciously, emptying the cock that filled her mouth. She sucked down every drop of cum that it could give her and then she abandoned it without a glance back.

The prick that her hand caressed was the smallest one she'd encountered, but it was really sorta cute when you looked at it in the right way. Trish smiled and planted a wet, cum-smeared kiss upon its red knob. Then she gulped it inside and wolfed it home.

The five or six-inch length of the prick was ideal for her mouth. She could swallow it all and rub her lips against his groin, kissing his nuts while she mouthed the entire cock. Her hands clutched at the man's bare ass – he'd dropped his jeans and shorts straight to the floor and he was holding his shirttail up out of the way.

She purred as she feasted on him. He tasted young, but she wasn't interested enough to look up and check out his face. She closed her eyes and she blew him.

Her hands stroked his buttocks, and he began to sway tremulously, like a slender willow in a breeze, his peter pumping into Tricia's mouth, his hands busy on her tinsel-looking blue wig.

She gave a whimpering moan as Kyle Newberry, still busy from behind her, slipped his finger up her wet drooling pussy and speared it high into her sexual arousal. Her body worked up and down, pussy muscles drawing his finger in and out of Trish.

"Do they party like this every fucking night at the Green Parrot?" a voice wondered somewhere in the distance. "Shit, man, I gotta start coming here more often!"

Another round of jizz poured into her mouth, the biggest load yet spilling from the tip of the smallest cock she'd sampled so far. Trish guzzled it down, gnawing with teeth and lips to make sure that this prick gave her everything it had.

Her throat was clogged with the jizz she'd already swallowed, and it began to back up her tunnel. As she sucked and whined and nibbled, creamy sheetings of sperm leaked from her lips, down her chin, spilling onto the pink hard nipples of her heaving tits.

She let the cock go and her head moved back. The tool she'd just eaten belonged to a fresh-faced kid who didn't look much over seventeen, though he must have been at least twenty-one to be in this bar in the first place. He looked down at Trish with eyes that said "Thank you" and a smile that made her feel even warmer than the cum she'd eaten from his dick.