Ron Taylor - Back Door Wives

There was a sudden rattling sound. "What's that?" Ken asked thickly from beneath Trish. She shook her head.

"Dunno," she replied, slithering her snatch down over the length of his shaft and grinding herself nastily, wetly, sexily against his groin until their crotchhairs were almost knotted together. Trish glanced at the walk-in wardrobe and shook her head again. Not fucking yet! she radioed with her mindwaves. Not fucking yet, you whore!!!

She came again, ecstatically, riding his cock. This was her second climax of the session, and either of them meant more to Tricia than any and all of the wild crazy comes she'd had at the Green Parrot the other night. But that had been a part and parcel of her education. She didn't regret an instant of it.

"Oh, it's so gooood," she moaned, slumping down atop Ken. "But don't you remember what you said before you left? What you were going to do to me when you got home?"

He blushed. "Maybe I was a little carried away," he said.

She handed him the K-Y. "Get me ready," she purred.

He rubbed the oil onto her anal opening. Very delicately he pushed a glob of it into the puckered pit of her shithole. "Are you sure about this?" he asked for the hundredth time. "Are you really sure?"

"I'm sure," she replied for the hundredth time. "Now will you grease up my goddamn asshole and then fuck the living shit outta me?"

She was provocatively placed, naked on her tits and knees, her fine firm ass sticking up. Her legs were spraddled so that her cunt showed open and her puckered asshole winked insouciantly at him while he navigated behind her. His cock was so hard it hurt, and it shone with a coating of Tricia's drool and the K-Y she had smeared onto his length.

It was really going to happen! And 'she' was the one demanding it now, not him! Ken looked up and thought, Thanks, God!

Trish moaned as his prick began to make entry. She wasn't exactly a novice at assfucking now, but Ken's big cock was still special and it was about to penetrate her butt for the very first time.

She held her breath as he poked into her assring. The muscles stretched – not without a little whimper and murmur of their own – and his knob moved inside her, millimeter by millimeter.

"I heard that noise again," Ken said. "Maybe we should call the exterminators. Jesus, I hope we don't have mice or anything… " "Shut up and fuck me," Tricia countered.

He was the biggest she'd ever had up her backdoor, and he hurt just a little going in, but it was a delicious kind of hurt and one that she could get used to, very very easily! All it required was a lot of practise, and she intended to give him 'plenty' of that!

He got half his tool into her, and her anus seemed to lock shut around him. "Ahhhh…" Trish groaned, eager to have him but somehow unable to take it. "Bust me open," she added in a husky growl. "Oh, Ken, fuck meeee!!!"

He drew back and slipped her the meat again, and this time he went a little deeper. He looked down in awe at the sight of his rod buried inside Tricia's tight shitter. The feeling of being inside her was totally indescribable. Nothing in Roger's locker room yarns had prepared him for the greasy heat that enfolded his tool.

He stroked her tense pale buttocks, then slid his hands beneath to caress the dripping gash of Tricia's cunt. He found her clit swollen and slippery, as big as a peanut, and he worked it with his fingers until her body seemed to open and the rest of his hard cock plunged into her forbidden hiney.

"Oh, God, it's in me!" she whispered, covering his hand with her own. "Now fuck me, Ken! Mmmm, yes, fuck me!!!"

He began to pound in and out of her. He knew he was being a little too rough, but he couldn't help himself. The sweetness of her ass was like a drug. His cock was so hard it would probably never go soft again, and his balls groaned under the load of the cum cargo they were producing for this fuck. God, she was hot, for her first time up the ass!

"What the hell 'is' that noise?" he muttered. "It sounds like a goddamn 'rat' in the woodwork."

The closet door pushed open. Ken almost lost his hard-on when Kate Parker emerged, her face glowing, her body bare except for her midwinter tan. "Not exactly a rat," she said, coming to the bed and sitting down. "Well?" she added, laying her hand on Tricia's shoulder, "I thought this lady told you to fuck her!"

Tricia blushed. "Kate helped me get ready for this," she explained. "And I thought the least I could do was let her watch."

"Jesus, this is embarrassing!" Ken said, his cock still buried deep inside Tricia's rectum. "I mean, I knew you guys were friends, but this seems a little much… " "We're not guys," Kate said, taking one of Ken's hands and putting it on her nearest tit. "See? Guys don't have these… " Tricia felt very excited as she watched Ken's hand test the shape and firmness of Kate's boob. The nipple hardened under his fingers and Kate closed her eyes, sighing and purring as Ken pulled the brown tab longer, stiffer still.

She and Kate had talked about it, and of course she'd agreed that when the time came, sharing was only natural and only fair. Hadn't Kate shared Roger with Trish? Turnabout and all that shit…

Kate came closer, and she slinked an arm around Ken's waist. Her tits brushed his body and her mouth found his. As he kissed Kate, Ken started to fuck and pound his cock into his wife's asshole. Trish shrieked but she wasn't at all unhappy, not even when Ken went down on Kate's titties and made loud sucking noises as he fed on the firm tanned mounds. The more he sucked, the harder he fucked!

"Are you sure you haven't done this before?" Ken asked, starting to get a little suspicious about the ease with which his rod slid deep into his wife's shitter.

"Kate helped me," Trish explained. She didn't see the need to go any further into the details for now. Later she'd tell Ken some of it. Maybe not the part about the Green Parrot, of course…

The three of them tangled into a heap of flesh. Ken's rod was shoving in and out of Trish's aroused shithole. Kate was down on her side, feeding pussy to Tricia and getting her own licks in at Tricia's cunt and asshole. She nipped Ken's balls while he fucked Trish, her tongue tracing filigrees of lacy arousal up and down the thrusting length of his shaft.

The cock bit deep into Tricia. "Oh, you fucker, you're gonna make me come!!!" she moaned, the words half muffled by the pussy that dominated her face and mouth. Kate's tongue expanded on Tricia's clit, and the fires of lust exploded within the blonde's double-teamed body.

She screamed as orgasm blasted through her. Ken pumped cock into her anus till she couldn't stand another stroke and she begged him to take the fucker out, to let her rest for a moment, please, God, please…

"In me," Kate said, grabbing the dick as soon as it emerged from Tricia's rectum. She was chin-rested on Tricia's cunt, and she fed the cock straight into her mouth, sucking it like a leech.

Ken fucked her mouth for eight or ten strokes, while she drooled and gasped along the length of his meat. He looked down at Trish, who was panting as she watched her husband get blown by her best friend.

"Fuck her," Tricia commanded. "Let me see you fuck her."

Kate's eyes lit up sensuously, and she demouthed Ken's prick. She went onto her back, knees lifted, and she took him atop her, her hands guiding his tool into her waiting wet slice.

"Yesssss!!!" she howled as he bit her with his pussy-poker, his long meat fully buried inside her, his knob tapping at her womb's mouth.

Trish grabbed her cunt with both hands, massaging it lewdly as she watched her husband fucking Kate. It was such a hot, horny thrill! Now she knew how Kate must have felt, watching Trish get it from Roger. Mmmm, there were endless possibilities ahead!