"I haven't forgotten this cock, not by any means," she said, just before her lips closed softly around the head of it and slid in a loving circle down the shaft of it. She took all of it into her mouth and held it there for a moment before slowly easing her lips back to encircle its head.
By grasping his hips as she did while working her head back and forth, Tara was able to work the entire length of his prick in and out of her mouth, and she did this until a shaking in his hips warned her he was about to come. Then she turned her head to return to the sucking of Kenny's cock.
"Lady, you sure give terrific head! You sure are an expert at the fine art of sucking cock!" He was holding his prick for her, and as she eagerly gulped at its thick shaft, she felt his fingers move over it, jacking it off just a bit, and heard him command, "Keep your mouth on it while I come! Swallow my come!"
Tara was doing just that as he barked the order, greedily gulping at the thick gravy that spurted from his prick, filled her mouth, and slid warmly down her throat. Only when she was sure it was exhausted did she release his cock and turn her head to meet the prick that Murphy was driving into her.
Perhaps it was because he was unbearably excited by seeing and hearing her suck the come from the cock of his friend, or perhaps it was simply because of his youth, but Murphy began to come even before his prick was in her mouth, the silvery stream jetting out to spatter warmly against the side of her face. Then she had his warm meat in her mouth and was capturing his subsequent spurts, feeling, even as she swallowed the hot juices, Bill Dillon lifting his face from her cunt.
"I need some fucking I've never in my life had such a hard dick!" he said, his lips, wet with the juices from her cunt, leaving a dewy trail as he kissed his way back over her body, across her tits, toward her lips. "I swear to Christ, my cock feels like it's ready to bust wide open!"
Tara could feel it probing at the lips of her pussy – hard as a steel rod – and she teased him by rolling her hips a bit and keeping her cunt just beyond his reach.
"What you need is a good piece of ass," she said into his ear, putting her arms around his back and crushing him against her soft tits as Kenny and Murphy, their needs momentarily filled, moved away.
"That's what I said," he howled, his cock still seeking her suddenly elusive cunt.
"No, you didn't. You were talking about pussy. You just got offered a piece of ass."
"You're saying you want me to fuck you in the ass?"
She laughed at the disbelieving, look on his face.
"Does a porno starlet suck cocks?"
"Roll over," he said, and moved away so she could do just that.
Tara lay with the side of her face pressed to the sheet, almost prone but with her ass slightly lifted and ready, and she shivered with anticipation as he moved between her legs, his hand sliding over her sleek buttock. She reached back to grip and part the cheeks of her ass, her hands brushing Kenny who lay on his back on her left and Murphy who lay on her right, and she lightly bit her lower lip as she waited for his cock to find her asshole.
Her eyes closed as his hand brushed hers, his fingertip exploring the puckered, rubbery entrance to her ass, and she took and held a deep breath as his linger moved away and was replaced by the head of his prick. His hand went under her, holding her cunt and lifting her ass a little higher, and she exhaled loudly as she felt his cock pressing hard against her asshole.
Her asshole parted as his cock slid in with a flash of pain that was every bit as pleasurable as she had expected it to be, and Tara searched blindly with her hands until the fingers of each found and grasped a young, hotly moist prick that was regaining its hardness. The long, thin hard prick made a deeper stab into her asshole.
"Damn! That son of a bitch is tight! Tight and good!" With the weight of his body pressing her cunt deliciously against the rocking bed, Bill reached around end under to grasp one of her naked tits, holding it almost brutally tight as his long cock moved faster and faster through her tightly clinging asshole. He forced the full length of it inside her and held it there for a long moment as he gasped, "I don't think I've ever felt anything so good around my cock!"
Tara, her ass writhing slowly, its innermost depths burning delightfully, felt herself coming as she cried, "And I've certainly never felt anything like it in my ass! Fuck me, damn you! Fuck me long, fuck me fast, fuck me deep!"
Her fists moved frantically up and down the rigid cocks they grasped, clutching the hard shafts as if she intended never to let them go, and she was dimly aware, as she felt the long cock begin moving swiftly and steadily through the tight tunnel of her asshole, that Kenny and Murphy were panting loudly and pumping their hips, their cocks moving to meet the fists with which she jacked them off.
"Do that again with your ass! Do it again!" Bill cried heatedly against the back of her neck, his voice high and frantic, as she clenched her buttock muscles in a way that caused her asshole to flex around his prick. "It's like having a million fingers playing with my prick! It's…"
Hot come filled her asshole, its hydraulic action pushing his cock free, and Tara, whimpering softly, began once more to come.
Her hands continued to move and on first one fist and then the other she felt the liquid warmth of come that rose and flowed back down over her fingers and mists. As Bill moved away, she took her hands from the cocks of the two boys, rolling onto her back with come leaking from her asshole and puddling warmly under her rump, and she smiled as she licked the come from her fingers.
"What a fuck party!" she laughed. "Is anybody here sorry Kathy couldn't make it?"
All three boys shook their heads, and Tara closed her eyes with a sigh of contentment. She had been fucked exactly as she dreamed of being fucked when she and Kathy had their little talk and made the arrangements for this night, and now she wondered if Kathy was finding the fulfillment of her own dream equally enjoyable.
Tara certainly hoped so.
CHAPTER FIVE
Wearing the short white toga that was narrowly banded with gold and which the girl behind the front desk had provided, Kathy left the dressing room, walked past the three girls in similar togas who sat passing the time in the reception area, and entered the small cubicle to meet her first customer of the evening. As he turned and smiled nervously upon hearing the door open and close, she wondered if her own smile was adequate concealment for her excitement and for the growing, glowing warmth she felt in her pussy.
The man was in his forties, or perhaps a little older, but his body had obviously been kept in shape by good diet and adequate exercise. Wearing only a pair of white jockey shorts that clearly displayed the hard rise of his prick, he was sitting with his legs hanging down over the edge of a low padded table similar to the carts used to move patients about in a hospital, and she saw his eyes brighten as they roamed the curves of her body. He reached up to run his fingers through thinning hair that was completing the shift from brown to gray, and he whistled softly.
"I've been to The Joy Massage maybe a dozen times," he said, shaking his head just a little. "But you're far and away the best looking cunt I've seen working here. Come here and give me a feel of that snatch."
When hiring her, the girl at the front desk had warned her that the customer must be fully undressed before anything beyond an ordinary massage occurred, so Kathy gave him her brightest smile and remained beyond his reach while slit took the battery-powered vibrator from a smaller table near the door and strapped it to the back of her hand. She turned it on and felt its power run through her fingers.
"If you'll remove all of your clothing, sir, it will be easier for me to complete your massage," she told him.