Ron Taylor: Back Door Wives

She cupped her tits and dribbled cum onto them from her lips, then massaged the goo into her flesh with her fingertips.

"To make them grow bigger," she said with a teasing smirk. Then she lifted the cum-smeared nipples toward her lips and let her tongue caress the pink points.

When she looked up again, two more cocks were staring her eye to eye. Kyle's finger was working in and out of her cunt, and she was wetter than she had believed possible – she thought maybe she was pissing herself as she squatted on the floor. No one seemed to mind, if that was the case, and she shrugged, reaching for the new arrivals.

"Stand closer, you guys," she suggested. "I don't know which one of you I want first, so I'm gonna suck on both at the same time."

They faced each other, and she rubbed the tips of their tools together, precum from one cock merging with the lust saliva from the other. Her tongue anointed them as their points went nose-to-nose, and she fitted her open mouth over the two rods, sliding back and forth along their combined lengths, from one set of dickhairs to the other.

One tool was long and skinny, the other shorter but fatter. She had a mouthful to anticipate, no matter which way she turned her eyes.

She twisted the pricks, and somehow she managed to get both knobs into her mouth at the same time. She couldn't take either of them very deeply, but she kept her hands busy, stroking the shafts, while her tongue lapped and licked at the bulging knobs themselves.

Kyle's finger continued to ream her twat, but he'd added a new wrinkle to it. His thumb was even now gouging insistently at the puckered pink mouth of her asshole.

She gasped around her mouthful as he thumb-fucked her shitter. He used his hand monstrously, working thumb and finger at the same time, as if he meant to snap his finger inside her. She squirmed and writhed and moaned, feeling more sexually aroused than seemed possible. She only wished that she had more hands, an extra mouth, another pussy, another ass – she didn't want it to stop!

Again, the sound of the bathroom door opening, but she was far too busy to care.

"Trish, you goddamn whore!!!" a lilting voice called out. "I heard them saying some bitch was sucking everyone off in the john, but I didn't think it was you they were talking about!"

It was Kate, and she was lying, of course. She knew exactly who they were talking about, but the oversexed cunt just had to see for herself.

Trish felt a feminine hand touch her head, and then Kate was on her knees beside her, rubbing her excited tits against Trish's shoulder. The nipples were pebble-hard through the t-shirt she wore, and the mounds quivered ecstatically.

Kate cupped the bags of the two men Tricia was blowing and she said, "Cream her good, guys. She really wants your cum in her slutty hot mouth." And of course it was true.

"Give me a kiss, stud," Kate told Kyle, leaning across Tricia's back so she could rub her mouth against his. "Ooohh, you're doing the double nasties to my friend! Feel that tight ass on your thumb! Play your cards right, she might let you stick your big cock up that hole, too."

Trish was still mouthing both prick knobs simultaneously, toying with the shafts and urging them to give her what she wanted. The cock on the right fired off, salvos squirting across her tongue, and then she got a second helping from the dick on her left.

Both pricks fired their jizz into her mouth and she gulped it down her throat, stroking them rapidly to empty the shafts.

"I love it," she gurgled, leaning back as she released the two spent dicks. "Oh, fucking God, I love it!!!"

"I taught her everything she knows," Kate said smugly, and it wasn't true – not at all – but she had taught Trish a hell of a lot, all the same, so who wanted to quibble over semantics?

Kate sniffed. "God, it smells like a pisshouse in here! And there's not enough room to swing a cat. C'mon, Trish, let's take this party someplace we can stretch it out. And breathe."

She took Tricia's hand and pulled her to her feet. Kyle rose with her, his digits still imbedded in Trish's drooling holes, his big hard tool flopping against the small of Tricia's back.

"We'll make some history," Kate went on. "Any of you guys who still want to party, meet us at the pool table.

Outside, the front of the joint was darkened, and the bartender was just hanging a CLOSED sign on the door. There were maybe twelve or fourteen men standing around, and the jukebox continued to blare loud country music.

Trish wasn't sure if any of the men had already fucked her mouth, but she was pretty sure at least some of them had. She'd long since lost count of how many cocks her mouth had wrapped itself around. Cum oozed from her lips and her body trembled.

She was obscenely exposed, her dress pushed down to show her tits, skirt lifted to expose her brown-furred cunt. She leaned back against Kyle Newberry, who was still fingerfucking her anus and pussy, and she looked around the room.

"Last call for alcohol," the bartender said.

Kate was stripping off. There were whistles at the sight of her lean, mean, tanned body, and she drank up the appreciation, strutting around like a stripper in her stilettos.

She walked up to a tall, heavy-bellied man who looked like a construction worker and she put her arms around his neck, shoving her face up so she could kiss him. Her mouth was wet and horny, and her body wriggled against his.

"I think you're ready," she laughed, drawing back and rubbing his cock bulge with the back of her hand. "This thing damn sure is!"

She unzipped him, her brown eyes staring fixedly into his face, and she fisted his cock up and down as they stood there. Another man came around behind her and cupped her tits from the rear, grinding his crotch into her highset, round ass. Kate preened, the center of their attention, and she soaked up their caresses.

Kyle took his fingers out of Trish. She seized his wrist and brought the fingers to her mouth, sucking them the way she'd sucked all those dicks in the men's room.

"I wanna fuck you," he said. Funny. He'd never told her that in high school. But it was no time to hold old grudges.

"You can fuck me," she replied smoothly. "But first you have to kiss me." It was time to bring this stud down just a peg or two. She wanted what he had, as much as he wanted to fuck her, but it would be on Tricia's terms. She was making the rules.

Somebody laughed. "Go ahead and kiss her cummy mouth, Newberry! You were a big football hero, and they're all fags anyway, aren't they?"

"Fuck you," Kyle growled. "C'mere, bitch!"

He pulled Trish to him, stared at her for a moment from two inches away, then slammed his mouth open and hot against her jizz-smeared lips. He bore her backward as he kissed her, down onto the pool table.

Someone had thrown a plastic cover over it, and it felt slick and slimy beneath Tricia's back. It would get slicker, slimier, before this all stopped.

He was naked – most of the guys at least had their pants off, and some were totally naked, walking around with bulging hard-ons. As Kyle's mouth worked on Trish, other hands touched her. It was as if they wanted to make sure she was real, living flesh, here to seek pleasure with no holds barred and no questions asked. Her tender tits drew pinch after pinch.

She sat up, her legs dangling over the edge of the table. Off in a booth, along the nearer wall, she could see Kate, and it confirmed all of the suspicions she'd started to hold about her friend.

Kate was sitting on the table top, bouncing on a giant cock that filled her pussy to overflowing, while another man stood on the cushioned seat, holding her by the head as he fucked his long spear of a dick into her gulping mouth. Her body glowed with arousal and she made thrilled sounds of passion. She looked more slutty than Trish could have ever imagined, and she looked gorgeous too.