The pace of their triple-fucking neared a fevered pitch. Chap could feel Hunk's big cock stabbing into Veronica's ass. It bent the soft and tender wall between her shit hole and her pussy. He thrust back with fierce determination slamming her tottering membrane the other way.
Veronica tensed, shivering from the power being pumped into her. She knew it would happen in just a second. Their cocks would begin to spurt. She would taste hot cum at last and feel its creamy warmth flood her ass and pussy at the same time.
"Three!" Chap roared. Their timing was not quite perfect. His cock spat first. Veronica felt the familiar jet of warmth spray into the snug, rippling tube of her cunt.
"Hhhaaaa," she gasped, sealing her lips again on the root of Jason's cock. By the way his prick was twitching, she expected it to fire next.
Jason's taut body began to vibrate with tension. He felt a searing madness swell up in his balls. "Drink my cum, bitch! Drink my cum! Don't you dare spill a fucking drop!" His jism roared upward, along the slender tube beneath his cock, expanding it with the heat of explosive joy. "Hhhaaarrrh!"
Hunk's big ass-ripping cock heaved and spit a moment later. She felt his boiling cum touch nerves already frayed from the ecstasy of one great fuck. Now her ass was gettiing another.
She gulped and then became aware of what was happening in her throat. The first time, Jason's long cock fired deep, launching its spray straight into her gut. She sensed no taste at all, only slick heat.
He fired the second time while drawing back. Only the knobbed tip of his long cock was in her mouth, and this spurt came with far more pressure than the first. He gasped and made a whistling sound as his cum jetted out.
Veronica's lips quivered. His cum shot across her tongue. It splattered up on the roof of her mouth. It sprayed around and dribbled from her teeth. The salty part of the taste came first. Then the sweetness! All of it slick and creamy-smooth!
"Yuummmm!" It wasn't hard to swallow at all. The force of his spurt got it started. The slickness just seemed to flow. Veronica made a gulping motion, and only a lingering after-taste remained.
"You like it, don't you?" Jason said. "You like sucking down my cum?"
She nodded weakly, and he let her have another shot in the mouth. She got cum in her ass and her pussy at the same time.
"Shit, she can't get enough!" Jason cried in startled delight. "Look at the way her fucking lips move! Oooooh, damn – I hope my prick shoots forever!"
Big as it was, Hunk's cock was the first to sputter its last shot. His balls hadn't had time to manufacture a full load. And even when he was through shooting, Chap's brutal fuck thrusts from the front kept Veronica's ass moving up and down his spent cock.
Chap had fucked himself dry earlier that day, so his throbbing cock was the next to feel the urgent pressure fade away. A few silvery drops of jizz remained in his prick shaft, and the pulsing motions of Veronica's fuck hole soon pulled them out.
"Hhhhmmmmmm!" she sighed, able now to concentrate fully on the waves of liquid fire running dawn her throat.
Jason kept grunting animal sounds of satisfaction and jamming her mouth full of cock meat and jizz. He no longer kept a tight grip in her hair. He found it was better to let her move. She lunged at him, hungry for every drop of cum his aching balls could put out. When it seemed that the burning flow might stop, she swirled her fingers into his crotch and teased his balls to get more.
"Hunnngh! FUCK!" His eyes rolled, glassy and blind with delight. He'd fucked some nice young pussies before, but he'd never been in a more demanding fuck hole.
Veronica's climax was the best and the longest she could remember. The jarring shocks of pleasure seemed to go on and on. She had a sensation of flying, of being set free. At the height of her insane joy, it seemed she could look down and see the three of them still with their dripping, twitching cocks in every available hole. She sucked in a wild frenzy on the last prick with a good load, because somewhere in her mind she knew that when the soaring bliss ended, her mind and body would come crashing down!
Tanya Mason walked the streets alone, fighting back tears and trying desperately to get her head together. She'd run away from home three weeks ago, caught a bus and took it as far as her baby-sitting money would carry her.
Now she was flat broke, hungry and alone. She hadn't eaten a full meal in three days. And she was starting to get cold. The sun was going down. Her long red hair was the same glorious color as the setting sun but she found no satisfaction in that.
Her tit still hurt from the way Billy Chap man had squeezed it. That bastard! Then he had rejected her. That hurt even more. Running off to fuck some shitty cop's wife – a woman he said was old enough to be his mother. What a stupid ass! If he'd been nice to her, she'd have fucked him gladly. All night and all day if that's what he wanted. But he treated her like a piece of shit… tossed her out like garbage.
Jeff Hanson saw her from two blocks back. His dark shifty eyes missed very little on the street. He flicked his long black car into DRIVE and let it purr softly along the curb.
Glancing to the side, he caught the glittering reflection in the store windows. The black convertible was a custom job stretched like an airport limo. It cost a fortune to have made just the way he wanted, but it was only money, and a clever pimp with a good string of girls could always get more.
He liked the way the young redhead's tight little ass wiggled beneath the caress of her long, swaying hair. And when he pulled alongside and saw the thrust of her sharp tits, he liked that even more.
"Hi, baby. How's it goin?"
She gave him a quick glance and snapped her head the other way.
Playing hard to get, Jeff thought. Well, shit… the best ones always do that at first. And he didn't have to have her tell him how things were going. He already knew. He could see the desperate look in her blue eyes, the sad and aimless way she walked.
"You hungry? Want to get something to eat? I know a great place. Really high-class."
Tanya refused to look at him or that long, fancy black convertible. But the mention of food threw her stomach into an uproar. It didn't matter if he knew a nice place. She was hungry enough to eat dog food straight from the can.
"You could have a nice thick steak. Fillet mignon if you want. Charcoal-broiled, cooked any way you want."
She turned and glared through narrow, suspicious eyes, "And what do I have to do to get that?"
"Not a thing, baby. Just be nice and ride along with me. I like being seen with a sharp young chick like you. It's good for my image. People see me alone in a fine car like this, and they start asking themselves… what's wrong with him?"
"So what is wrong with you?" Tanya asked sharply.
He grinned. "Just lonely, that's all."
She studied him. His face had a lean, hard look, but that softened when he smiled. He was wearing a soft, broad-brimmed hat that shadowed his face, but she could still see the gleam and feel the heat of his approving gaze.
"I'm not a whore, if that's what you think. You can't buy my pussy for the price of a dinner."
"Hey, I know you aren't a whore. You've got too much class."
She grinned nervously. "All right… dinner, but that's all. Unless I really like you."
"You're going to love me," he said with beaming confidence. At least for a while. Until I get you broken in.
CHAPTER FIVE
Grant Dunlap fucked Samantha three times before either of them felt like talking. "I don't think there's a thing wrong with your cock," she said in a soft, breathy voice.
"With you, my cock's just fine."
"Things rough at home?"
He grinned, recalling her nagging demands. "My marriage could improve and still be terrible."