With her eyes tightly closed and her lush body squirming between the two men fucking her she chanted, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, God damn you!" over and over again, not even aware she was saying the words.
She would never know which man came first. Suddenly there was a wet rocket exploding inside her cunt, then another and another, and she felt their pricks slipping free. Then they were coming on her thighs, belly, the cheeks of her ass, and into the auburn hair around her pussy. At last Jerry rolled away and Tara moved over to lay between the two men. It was a moment before she saw Kathy reaching down to touch Jerry's cock.
"Hope both you guys can get it up again," she said cheerfully. "You've got another cunt waiting who wants to try two cocks at once."
Tara looked up and gave her a wink.
It was great being able to fuck without any hassle.
CHAPTER NINE
The hassle started a week later. It began as they were eating the supper she and Kathy had cooked, and it was triggered when Tara casually mentioned that Bill Dillon and one of his friends had stopped by that afternoon.
"The guy with him had a cock this long," she said, laughing and holding her hands about a foot apart. "And the little bastard fucked like a real artist."
Jerry laughed softly, looking down at his plate. "You've been seeing a lot of this Dillon kid, haven't you?" he said softly. "I mean, this must be at last a dozen times he's been by here while I'm at work."
Tara laughed easily, her big tits jiggling slightly under her orange blouse. "Hell, who's been counting? I don't know how many fuck parties we've had together. Maybe it has been a dozen, maybe more. You're not going to start getting uptight over some kid, are you?"
"I just don't like it, that's all," Jerry said, still looking down at his plate and surprising her with the sullen look on his face. "I don't really care who you fuck, but I don't want you to get hung up on fucking one guy either – some young stud with a cock like a mule. I think you'd better break it off with him."
She stared across the table at him, her fork tapping lightly against her plate. "Hey, what is this? I thought you and I had an agreement! Do you realize that you sound just like Wayne?"
"I don't care who I sound like," he said, almost shouting, his face red. "I just don't want you doing any more fucking with that guy and that's that!"
As Kathy got up and moved noiselessly away from the table, Tara glared at Jerry and said, "I don't remember you making any restrictions like that when you suggested that we start getting it on with other people, and I don't recall you getting pissed about me fucking that guy Roger. So what is all this crap about Bill Dillon?"
"Roger wasn't some snotty-nosed kid!" Jerry snapped and, throwing his fork down, got up and left the table.
Tara let it drop for the moment. But it remained very much on her mind and she seethed with anger throughout the night, anger which had very little to do with Bill Dillon. He might be young and energetic in his fucking, but she knew she could always find another just as good. He really had very little to do with the problem. The problem was more basic than that. She and Jerry had agreed to give one another absolute sexual freedom. If she now allowed him to place even a single restriction on the limits of her fucking, then she had no freedom at all.
Once she had clearly defined the problem she felt sure she knew the solution, so in the middle of the afternoon of the next day she called Bill Dillon and asked him to come by.
"I think you're making a mistake and I think I'd rather not be here when Jerry gets home," Kathy told her, a few minutes before Bill was due to arrive. "I've got a feeling the shit may really hit the fan."
"Go ahead and leave for a while if you want to," Tara shrugged. "But I'll make you a bet. I'll bet that when you come back, I have them in bed together, fucking me like there's no tomorrow."
Bill Dillon arrived only a few minutes after Kathy had gone. He was wearing his usual tee-shirt and jeans, and his young face took on a look of wonder when he stepped through the door and saw the outfit Tara was wearing. It was one she had bought through the mail, solely to wear while fucking, and it had arrived only two days before.
The bra did not cover her tits at all. It simply framed the large, creamy mounds of flesh with black satin, holding them high and causing them to thrust forward. The straps of a matching black garter belt clung to the curves of her shapely thighs and were attached to black mesh hose that were in beautiful contrast to her naked upper thighs. Her filmy black panties were split over her cunt and asshole, and all of this was set off by high-heeled black leather boots that ended just below her knees.
"The better to fuck you with, my young stud," she told him, stepping into his outstretched arms and pressing her tits against his chest as soon as he had closed the door. She reached for his cock and found it hard. "And if you'll hurry me into the bedroom, I'll show you just how much better fucking can be."
"If it's any better than it looks, I'll get fucked to death," he joked, running his hands wildly over her tits, her ass, her cunt. "I never thought there was any way your tits could look better, but I swear they do!"
He put one hand under each of her tits and lowered his head to suck passionately at them, and bra let him linger there until, her nipples were pounding like drums, her knees were weak, and hot juices were welling up in her cunt. Then she pulled away from him and let her ass roll saucily as she led him into the bedroom.
It took the two of them working together only a few seconds to remove his clothing. When his lean young body was naked she stood for a moment with her lips against his, her big tits mashed against his chest, and her hand sliding back and forth over the length of his long, hard cock. Then she eased him down on the bed, on his back, and knelt down over him to suck his cock.
She had one knee on each side of his slim body. Her cunt and ass were poised directly over his head. As she took his balls in one hand and his heated prick in the other, she could feel his hands on the naked flesh above her hose and could almost feel his eyes admiring her scantily dressed cunt and ass. She felt his hands begin to stroke her as she touched her tongue to the head of his cock.
She began tormenting his cock with her tongue, wanting to see if he would lift his head and eat her pussy without being asked. She could still recall the day she had talked him into eating her cunt in front of his friends, and it always excited her when he lost control and began eating her pussy so excitedly that he seemed unaware of what he was doing. Those were the times he ate her cunt best.
Forming her lips into a soft oval that covered the helmet-shaped head of his cock, she moved her tongue in a slow, deliberate circle over the tasty knob of meat. Her fingers closed around the base of his cock, squeezing hard. Her tongue circled the head of his cock once more, moving in the opposite direction. She felt his hands on the cheeks of her ass, warm through the thin nylon of her panties, and could feel his breath on her cunt.
Taking her mouth from the head of his cock and holding the long shaft off to one side, she ran her tongue lightly over the corded blue vein that ran along the underside of his prick. Then she followed that vein down to the base of his cock. From there her tongue moved to the darkly haired, wrinkled sack containing his balls. She lapped at the hot flesh. Then she took that wrinkled flesh between her lips and nibbled it softly. She felt his tongue on her thighs, so very, very close to her pussy.
"Man, you'll never know how good that feels when you're licking and nipping at my balls!" he said, his face so close to her pussy that little ripples of pleasure, caused by his hot breath, went though her cunt as he spoke. "Lick down close to my asshole, like you do sometimes when you're blowing me. Like that!"