Ron Taylor: Back Door Wives

Kyle climbed onto the pool table, his rampant cock sticking up like a flagpole. All it needed was a big red banner hanging from the point.

Ten years ago, back in high school, Tricia would have sold her soul to be in this position with Kyle Newberry. It didn't seem quite so important to her now, but as she stretched out on the plastic sheeting, her body twisting and twining, her tits jiggling majestically with every motion, she had to admit that it was an exciting place to be.

As he propped himself above her, Tricia took his prick in both hands. It really had lived up to her high school fantasies. She was just sorry that he didn't recognize her now. But maybe it was better that way. The anonymity made it all sooo much more thrilling.

She stroked him in her moist hot palms, teasing her cunt with the massively swollen knob of his dong. Her clit was breathtakingly erect, and it was raw and aching with lust as she rubbed the tip of Kyle's dick back and forth, over the pink pinnacle of excitement.

She eased the knob down lower, wetting it in the oozing swamp of juices that comprised her pussy slash. Her eyes rolled over in their sockets as she slipped him into the antechamber of her cunt, holding him there for just a moment, the hungry mouth of her snatch sucking at the tip of his rod, her juices bubbling out to coat him in moisture.

She considered the swollen size of him. His cock was nearly as big as Ken's. She considered the circumstances under which she had gotten herself into this situation, and she found herself wondering if she could take anything as big as Kyle Newberry's rod up her anus.

Sure, she'd fucked her ass with the cock of Kate's husband Roger, but Roger's long slim tool was a fleabite next to the thick throbbing giant that Kyle sported. But it was assfucking that had started it all, and she thought it only proper that assfucking should have its place in this wild thrilling night's fun.

"My God," she said suddenly, "I'm a married woman. I 'couldn't' let you put your prick in my cunt. I'd never be able to look my husband in the face again. Oh, but I know what we can do, Kyle! Why don't you stick it up my ass, instead?"

His jaw hit the tabletop. There were audible gasps and a couple of rebel yells from the men who surrounded the pool table, watching it all. Tricia lay back, a slutty smirk beaming from her flushed face.

"Think you could handle that, stud?" she asked, yanking a little on his cock to emphasize her words.

"Bet your ass I can," he said in a low, excited tone. He cuffed her briskly on one hip and she rolled over, presenting her bottom to him. He fondled her sweaty, glowing buttocks, and the tip of his cock continued to flap against the wet arousal of her crotch. He was still big, still hard, still horny. Maybe his prime had lasted beyond high school. God, she hoped so!

"Somebody get me a beer," he yelled, and Trish saw a cold bottle being passed to him. She squealed as he poured half the contents onto her rectal area. Talk about cold! But her ass was so hot that the beer seemed to turn immediately into steam.

She looked back and saw him dump the rest of the liquid onto his stiff jutting cock. "I don't want to rip you apart, bitch," he smiled. "And when I go into your shitter, you're gonna feel every inch of my dick!"

He pushed his knob up against her anus and gave it a shove. He was bigger, knocking at her backdoor, than Trish had quite counted on. She closed her eyes, wondering if she could go through with it after all. But she had to know if she could take it. Ken was expecting a piece of her ass when he got home from California, and if she could engulf Kyle's rod, she knew that she would be able to take on her husband's rather larger tool as well.

"I thought you were gonna fuck my asshole," she taunted. "Feels like you're just playing with it."

"Yeah?" he growled. "Play with this, baby!"

And with that, he rammed, and his knob spread her assring with a vicious searing insistence. Trish's eyes bulged out of their sockets, as if her body was already so full of cock there was no room left for anything else. She clawed at the plastic sheet that covered the pool table and she said "Oh, you fucker! Oh, you nasty nasty fucker!"

His dick ripped deeper into Tricia, and she screamed, half in pain, half in pleasure. Taking Roger's tool up her shitter had been 'nothing' compared to the ramrodding of this bigger, stiffer, meaner weapon.

When it came to fucking, she knew, Kyle Newberry was still the same macho, arrogant stud he'd always seemed back in high school. He had a cock, and she had a hole, and he was going to fuck that hole with his cock, no matter what!

She could hear Kate moaning in orgasm, and the sound sent chills along her spine. Kyle was driving a little deeper now, getting more of his prick into her rectum. If that was all she'd give him, he'd fuck the living shit out of it.

Tricia cupped her pussy, massaging it feverishly while she endured the hard, demanding thrust of his cockstrokes up her ass. She slipped fingers into her cunt, spreading it vigorously, digits reaming in and out of her wet snug hole.

As she fingered herself, she could feel his prick thrusting hard and deep, on the other side of the muscle wall that divided her anus from her cunt. The pulsation of his cock was palpable to her fingers, and it inspired her to even more frantic masturbation efforts. She wanted to come in the worst way, but there was no question that she would come. It was only a matter of how soon.

Her head was hanging over the side of the table. Two or three stiff cocks were in plain sight. She ignored the faces of the owners, just husked out, "Bring me a prick! My mouth is hungry, too!"

A dick rammed into her mouth. She gagged as it fucked deeply into her throat, but she didn't miss a suck on the stabbing sausage. Her mouth clung to it, worshiping the gristly male flesh, and her tongue and teeth urged it to squirt her full of yet another scalding spray of cum.

The cock tasted familiar. She was sure she'd sucked it off once already, in the bathroom. A satisfied customer, back for seconds! She hoped he had seconds to give her, too, goddamn it!

Her asshole was in agony. Kyle only knew one way to fuck – fast and hard and deep, and it didn't matter to him that her shitter was very nearly virginal. He had his tool inside it, and that was enough for him. He pumped her faster, banging his groin against the swell of her ass, his cockhead stirring the shit deep inside Tricia Miller's rectum, and he kept pounding back into her for fresh stroke after fresh stroke until her very teeth seemed to be growing loose inside her jaw.

But through it all she kept on sucking the dick that filled her mouth, and in faster time than she had expected she was gratified with the hot squirt of a fresh load of jizz, splattering her frisky tongue. She gargled on the cock, the cum, then let the prick slide stickily from her lips and she said, "Who's next???"

She'd hardly spoken when her mouth filled with another hard bare prick. This was a new one, somebody who'd missed out on the COWBOYS room suckoff marathon. She relished the fresh, excitingly new taste of this strange prick, and she sucked it wolfishly.

Never in her wildest dreams had Trish imagined that she might someday be taking cock at both ends of her body, from two different men. But – just for tonight – she wasn't really Trish at all, was she? She was a blue-haired slut and anything went! Absolutely anything!

She pinched at her aroused clit, whining because it hurt so fucking gooood! Her snatch gushed juices, and her body convulsed. The knob of Kyle's tool was deep in her guts now, ramming hard, and she felt her ass tunnel tighten like a steeljawed trap around his prick.

He howled, as if it hurt him a little bit too, but he didn't miss a stroke into Trish's shitter, his cock moving in short, almost desperate lunges now. She was coming like a bitch, her cunt pissing out its hot joy juices, her asshole milking his cock for dear life, and she made wild moaning sounds of ecstasy around the prick that was still fucking her mouth.