Ron Taylor - Back Door Wives

Her oral grip loosened, and the cock fell from her lips. It slapped her in the face, bobbing around in its own kind of frenzy, the shaft soaking wet from the drool in which she'd bathed it.

"Yes, yes, oh, shit, yes… " she gasped over and over, rubbing her face up and down the length of the forward cock. She was too far gone to suck it now, but the touch of it against her face drove her mad.

The owner of the cock began to stroke it, bopping her in the nose, the mouth, with the bobbing, lunging point. Cum was already frothing in little escaped bubbles from his slit. She lapped them with her tongue, licked the tingly tangy stuff off him. She knew she had not blown this cock previously tonight, and the rich taste of his cum hitting her tongue confirmed it.

She heard him groan and sigh, a faraway sound filtered through the luscious internal music of her own climax. Through dreamy, half-slitted eyes she watched him aim his prick at her face, and she watched the gushing spurt of his cum, blasting into her face, drenching her with the hot ferocity of his sexual release. She purred, licking the jizz that caught on her lips and chin, bathing her face in the remainder of it.

Kyle Newberry's assfucking had become demonic by this time. She found herself screaming with each fresh thrust. "Oh, you fucker! You fucker!" she wailed over and over. "Do it again! Cream my asshole with your big mean dick!!!"

That was clearly what he had in mind too. He fucked into Tricia, and she felt as if her asshole had been permanently stretched to the size of a fencepost. Her innards were greasy with lust, and he pumped her without much difficulty though the friction drove her half wild and the deep ramming thrust of his cock, into her innermost being, kept her orgasm humming and throbbing and dripping out the crack of her cunt.

Another cock was attempting to fuck her mouth but she shook her head, unable to concentrate. She had four fingers up her cunt, using them like a fat horny cock, but her snatch was almost raw now, almost unable to continue another minute at the game.

"Watch this, guys!" she heard Kyle gasp, and suddenly his cock came lurching out of her shithole. The feel of emptiness back there, after being stuffed full of his thick hard meat for what had seemed, felt, an eternity, was amazing, and Trish moaned in deprivation.

He held his cock knob perhaps six inches from the gaping spread of her well-fucked shitter, and he fisted it two, three times. "Ah!" he coughed, and a white spray of semen gushed from his knob, straight into Tricia's widely-dilated anal opening. The voyeurs who could see what he was doing broke into spontaneous cheers, and again Trish heard the eerie rebel yell.

Kyle squirted her four, five times, then thrust his cock straight up her cum-slimed butt and pumped her until his meat went suddenly soft inside Tricia's rectum. He ground against her anyway, stirring his dick around in her jizz-filled tunnel, but it came slipping out, skidding like bald tires on an icy road. She flopped onto her belly, panting like a dog, his slime leaking out of her cock-reamed shithole.

She could hear the alluring moans and whimpers that told her Kate Parker was in the grip of a dynamite sexual encounter too, but she was too dogged out to lift her head and scout the room in search of Kate.

"As long as you're giving away your asshole," a voice said behind her, and she turned half around. A man was on the table with her. His pants were down to his ankles, and his rod stuck up big and hard, and it was obvious that he had fucking on his mind.

"No!" Tricia squealed, flailing at him with her hands, but he was in no mood to be dissuaded so easily. He pulled her ass up against him, lifted her legs high, and spread her. She braced her shoulders on the tabletop as he eased the head of his cock into the hole that Kyle had already reamed out – and creamed up – and he began to fuck Trish without waiting for her approval.

His tool wasn't as big as Kyle's, but it was long and God, did it go deeply into her! She thought she could taste it fucking up her throat from beneath!

Her asshole groaned under the renewed assault, but as he pronged her, he was dipping his fingers into the splayed wet pink of her pussy. He coated them in her internal moisture and he smeared the sticky stuff onto her clit, and Trish began to whine and shiver and respond.

She kept her eyes from his face. He was fucking her like Superman but she didn't want to know who he was, didn't want him to see the lust that boiled behind her blue eyes. There were some things too personal to share with strangers at a gang bang.

Oh, God, that's what it was, too! A gang fuck! And she was the centerpiece! She had no idea how many men she had sucked off. Some of them, she knew, had come back for seconds.

Kyle's ramming orgasm in her asshole had been his third blastoff of the evening. He slouched at the far end of the pool table now, his tool limp and useless, a smile spread across his face that even death would have a hard time removing.

"Fuck her, man," he was saying. "How do you like sloppy seconds?"

"Shit, Kyle, there's places in this asshole your dick never touched!" the assfucker replied, probing Trish with yet another inch or two of his longhandled dong. "Once you get past the used part, it's pretty goddamn good, too… " He was right. It was pretty goddamn good! Trish moaned and jerked and thrust her anus back to meet the downstrokes of his driving cock, and his fingers' activity inside her cunt promised that she would climax again, and soon, oh, shit, soon!

From the sounds of squealing and moaning it was obvious that Kate was coming again, too. Kate wasn't exactly a wallflower at this fuckfest, but Trish had definitely turned out to be the belle of the balls, and she basked in her stardom, knowing that all eyes were turned to her and what she was doing, and that every man in the room wanted to be the next cock that fucked this wild, punked-out beauty.

She took a hefty cum shot up the ass, and her shitter convulsed again, squeezing tight around the cock that fucked it, milking every last drop of sperm from the backdoor-banging tool. It came out of her wilted, still dripping cum. She worked it in her fist, teasing another drop or two out. They fell onto her spread pussy and she felt the burning heat of the semen touching her flesh.

"Next!" she giggled.

The bartender was the last man to get her. By that time her asshole was so full of spilled jizz that the stuff squirted out of Trish when he slid his cock in. She was on her hands and knees now, banging her butt back to meet him, and if he cared about the sloppy condition of her anus, he didn't fuck as if it mattered much to him.

She had another climax with him – the tenth, the twentieth, the thousandth – who could tell? Who even gave a shit?!?! She took him as willingly as she'd taken all the others, and she sucked at an anonymous cock while her asshole was prick-plugged one more thrilling time.

He fucked wildly into her hole, but his cock slipped out just as he began to climax, and his spraying jizz squirted into her open, finger-spread cunt, up the smooth flatness of her tummy. Her cunthairs dripped sperm and honeycum and she knew that she could not take another cock in any of her holes.

"That's it," she said, flopping down on her side, knees drawn up protectively to her tits. But everyone on the other side of the pool table could easily see the wet, raw-lipped gash of her cunt, the cock-reamed dilation of her asshole.

"No," she insisted, as a hand reached for a tit, "I mean it. Party's over."

She and Kate struggled into their clothing, what there was of it, and Trish felt just as bare as when she'd been stark naked except for heels and stockings. She looked around the sea of faces that surrounded her and she thought, I'll never 'ever' do anything like this again, but oh, sweet God, I'm glad I did it this one time! Sooooo glad!!!