Then she felt his hands on the cheeks of her ass, parting them, and the tip of his tongue was pressing hard against the tight circle of her asshole. She felt it slip wetly in, and she rolled her hips with pleasure as she began sucking harder at the redhead's cunt.
The hand bearing the vibrator she held pressed to the soft mound above the pussy she was eating, and she moved it in slow circles as her tongue darted in and out of the hot moist french. A trembling in the thighs beside her face warned her the redhead was coming, and she sucked harder at the tasty cunt.
She was still sucking it when she felt the tongue slip from her tingling asshole. A hand slipped under her body, gripping her tit, and she sucked even harder as she felt the hard length of a cock sliding deep into her cunt.
"Now, really get down on that pussy while I fuck you!" the man named Mike commanded, his prick slipping rapidly in and out of her cunt. "Let her come in your mouth while I give your pussy a good drilling!"
"I've already come so many times I've lost count!" The redhead's voice was strained as she gripped the back of Kathy's head, her ass moving in slow figure-eights. "She eats pussy even better than you do. There, baby, lick me there!"
As Kathy held the swollen clit between her lips and lapped it with the tip of her tongue, her face wet and sticky with cunt juices, she felt the cock moving faster and faster through her pussy. The head of it probed deep inside her cunt. Cock hair teased her naked ass. She began to come.
She came again and again, her legs quaking with each hard thrust of his prick, and she was dizzy with the pleasure of it when she felt his hot come gushing forth to fill her cunt. The hard rod moved slower and slower through her sopping cunt, and she come dribbling down the back of her leg when he withdrew it. The two of them were smiling at her when she straightened up and stepped away.
"You really liked it, didn't you?" said the redhead, looking sleepy and satisfied. "Aside from being paid for it, you really went for the fucking and sucking, didn't you?"
Kathy smiled back at her. She took off the vibrator, slipped on the toga, and picked up the roll of money.
"Damned right I enjoyed it," she said, "Didn't you?"
She left them alone to dress and returned to the reception area. The girl behind the desk looked glad to see her.
"You have another customer, Kathy," she said, nodding toward a man who stood easily waiting in a corner of the room. Kathy glanced at the clock above the desk, then returned the nod.
She had time to suck at least one more cock before going home.
CHAPTER SIX
Tara could still feel the burning need in her cunt. It was as if every nerve in her pussy intended to torment her until she put them to rest by going out and finding them a cock. Her nipples were hard and throbbing, making the same kind of demands, and her asshole still pulsed in remembrance of the cock that had so recently filled it. Never in her life had she so desperately needed a good fuck.
She had expected that fucking Bill Dillon and his two young friends would keep her satisfied for quite some time to come. But it had satisfied her only for the moment. After they left her she had remained in Kathy's bed and remembered the taste and the feel of the hard young cocks that had filled her mouth, hands, cunt and asshole. She soon found herself whishing she had kept them there for another round of fucking, and by the time she left Kathy's and returned to her own home, she was as hot as if she had not been fucked at all.
Pacing the floor of her living room with nervousness that grew and grew, she wished over and over again that Jerry would come walking through the door. She could almost see herself rushing to throw one arm around his neck while using her other hand to pull out his cock. It was even easier to imagine herself taking his cock deep into her mouth and sucking it. Easiest of all she could visualize – and feel – his hard cock driving deep into her cunt. She could imagine all these things – but Jerry was out of town and she was alone.
In the midst of her pacing she suddenly realized that she had parted the front of her filmy negligee and had been running the tips of her fingers over the furry mound above her cunt. She jerked her hand away as if stung and threw herself down in an armchair, draping one leg over the arm so the negligee parted to reveal her naked hips and pussy. The doorbell rang almost as soon as she had settled there.
"All right, where the fuck is Kathy?" Wayne demanded, brushing past her, the moment she opened the door. His face was flushed and set with anger, his Tara windbreaker unzipped to reveal a white tee-shirt tightly drawn across his muscular chest. There was a wild look in his eyes that warned Tara he had been drinking.
"How would I know where Kathy is?" she asked innocently.
"Don't give me that, you bitch!" he snapped, then prowled into the bedroom and back out again. He grabbed her arm, squeezing hard. "You know exactly where she is, you cheap cunt!"
Tara returned his glare, anger and amusement touching her at the same time, and she asked, "Are you sure you really want to know, little boy? Are you sure you can handle it?"
And then she told him.
"You cheap fucking whore! You rotten bitch!" His open palm was swinging toward her face as he spat out the words. "You set this up! You caused it all, you bitch!"
The blow caught Tara on the cheek, spinning her around and knocking her to the carpet. Her robe fell open at the front, baring her lush, naked tits, her cunt.
"I may be a bitch," she said, and she managed a taunting smile, "but I gave you the best fucking you've ever had. Tell me, do you still make believe it's me you're fucking when you're putting the cock to Kathy?"
He bent and grabbed her hair, jerking her head back. His hand cracked across the side of her face. "Shut your fucking mouth, cunt! Just shut your fucking mouth!"
Tara could smell the whiskey on his breath. She felt pain where he had slapped her and where he tugged at her hair, and she realized she might be pushing Wayne too far, but she seemed unable to stop.
"Hell, that's your problem, isn't it? You just can't get it out of your mind how good it was fucking me," she said, and she ran one hand up his leg, feeling for his cock. "Hell, you're even getting a hard-on right now. You can't even get mad at me without having fucking on your mind!"
"Fucking's all you ever think about, isn't it cunt?" he said, his voice suddenly thick and slurred. He gave a brutal yank on her hair, throwing her flat on her back, and placed his knees on her upper arms, pinning her there. "Well, fucking you has cost me the only thing that ever counted, so I might as well finish it up the way it started. Open your mouth and suck on this cock, bitch!"
His hand tugged down his zipper. His thick cock sprang free. He held it with one hand, aiming it at her mouth, and Tara suddenly realized that she was becoming hotter than ever before.
"If you make me blow you, or fuck you, or do anything, I could have you arrested for rape, Wayne," she said, putting into words the thought that was causing her cunt to grow hotter and wetter, "you know that, don't you?"
Wayne put one hand on her tit, squeezing it until she gave a small cry of pain. The head of his cock touched her lips, trying to enter her mouth.
"I don't give a fuck what you do later!" he snarled down at her. "But right now you're gonna suck my cock! You're gonna blow me or do anything else I tell you to do! Now suck it, bitch!"
Tears of pain stung her eyes as his fingers dug harshly into the naked dome of her tit. Tara opened her mouth and almost immediately his hard cock stabbed between her lips. His hand raised the back of her head so that she was facing him more directly and he began fucking her in the mouth.