Phil Sharkle liked to call himself "The Shark." He liked the name because, among other things, he thought of himself as a shark that swam constantly, forever looking for food. And food for Shark wasn't fish--it was women. Tall ones. Short ones. Those with big tits and those with hardly any tits at all. He loved them, sometimes hated them, but he always fucked them.
A self-made millionaire. Shark had trans- formed a decaying apartment complex into a condominium complex for middle and upper-middle-class families. This had not only made him wealthy, but it had served to nurture his greatest fetish: voyeurism.
During the renovation process, when the building was being changed to condominiums, Shark had invested a small fortune in video cameras and recording equipment. So, once all the work was finished, he had nearly a hundred cameras constantly, secretly, surveying nearly every individual room in the building. All the cameras were connected to a giant switchboard in his apartment in the basement. With the aid of one-way mirrors, he could watch the tenants fucking and sucking and even record the action.
It was a warm summer evening when Shark, thirty-eight, walked into the viewing room, wearing just a plush velvet robe. He picked up the remote control transmitter and pushed the red button. The banks of television sets, eight screens in all, blinked to life.
"Suzee, your presence is wanted," he said softly.
Suzee Wong, a teenaged girl from Hawaii, appeared in the room. Slightly built, Suzee wasn't quite five feet tall and weighed less than a hundred pounds. Her long black hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Her large, dark eyes shone like onyx. She was wearing a skimpy maid's uniform, and her small tits hardly made curves in the black cloth.
"Yes, Mr. Shark?" Suzee purred, her eyes glowing with anticipation.
"I'll have the usual." Shark leaned back in the overstuffed leather chair, spreading his thighs. He began pushing buttons, scanning the different channels for a nude woman or a couple fucking. "Make it an easy one tonight. I'm in no hurry."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Shark," came Suzee's soft reply. She knelt at his feet, her tiny hands tugging at the velvet belt holding the robe together. Opening the halves of the robe like a Christmas present, Suzee exposed the one thing in the world she revered: Shark's enormous prick.
Suzee's breath caught in her throat, as it always did when she caught sight of Shark's prick. Though the long cock was completely soft, it was nine inches long and nearly the size of her wrist. Once hard, the rigid prick would grow to thirteen inches and be so fat, she could barely fit the head and an inch or two of the shaft into her hot, sucking mouth.
Raising the cockhead with her fingertips, Suzee sat on her heels, her elbows on Shark's thighs. With her lips close to his spongy cock-knob, Suzee inhaled and smelled the musky aroma of his cock and balls.
"OhhhhhS Some scent," she whispered.
Shark paid no outward attention to his young maid. Instead, he flicked from channel to channel, searching for a couple fucking.
Sighing softly, Suzee kissed the tip of Shark's prick. Her slick, pink tongue snaked out between full lips to graze over the smooth surface. His prick twitched against her lips as her tongue toyed with the clefted underside of the knob.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, raising the prick to tongue more of the shaft. Her lips opened wide, and she nibbled on the side of the cockshaft. The taste of the warm, burgeoning flesh excited her, made her pussy get moist.
The dark girl nibbled her way down to Shark's massive, cum-filled balls, hefting them with her fingertips. She kissed one egg-shaped nut, then let her tongue dance its dance of eroticism, getting both of Shark's balls moist with her spit. Shark's prick, flopped against the side of Suzee's face, grew slowly but steadily.
On one of the screens, Shark saw Cathy and Rich Jarou in bed. Cathy, a beautiful young doctor, was on her back with Rich resting on top of her, pounding her curvaceous, womanly body as he, reamed her pussy. Shark concentrated his attention on the screen, wishing that Rich would remove the blanket so he could get a better look at them.
"Yessssss," he whispered, to the Jarous as much as to Suzee.
Squirming on the carpeted floor, trying to control herself, Suzee tongued and chewed her way back to his fat cockhead. The shaft of Shark's prick was like a steel rod now, broad and flat on the upper surface, with a thick blue vein running along the bottom. Sighing, she wrapped both hands around the shank like she was holding a baseball bat. Several inches of his cock and his pricktip still jutted out from her fists.
"So big. So beautiful," Suzee whispered. She moved her hands, pulling the skin tighter across the knob. Her thumbs didn't touch her fingertips due to the incredible girth of his fleshy cock.
Suzee stroked his prick, bringing both hands up and down the rigid length while twisting them in opposite directions at the same time. Soon a drop of pre-cum formed at the slitted tip of his prick, sending a warm shiver of excitement racing up the girl's spine.
Her tongue flicked out from between rich, glistening lips. It slithered in midair, inches from the reddish head of Shark's cock, inching slowly closer to the pre-cum. The young girl's eyes were wide, glassy with lust, turned up to Shark's face.
"Uh! Mmmmmmm 1" Suzee moaned when her tongue scraped off the salty, tangy drop of jism. She sipped at the tip of Shark's meaty cock, bobbing her pert face slowly over his hardened flesh.
With the eight screens showing a variety of scenes, the most interesting being the big-titted Dr. Cathy Jarou getting fucked by her husband, little Suzee Wong sucked more and more of Shark's cock into her mouth. Her slender body was curled delicately between his legs, her long black hair falling down her back. Suzee's pink lips, ovaling around the thick circumference of Shark's prick, rolled up and down his cock. She fitted his cockhead and an inch of his shaft into the hot, juicy recesses of her mouth, stroking with both fists on the shaft at the same time.
"Mmmfffft!" Suzee sighed as delicious pre-cum seeped onto her frisking tongue. A bubble of spit formed at the corner of her stretching lips, then burst. Spit rolled down the side of Shark's prick, only to be rubbed into his fat cock by her whacking hands.
"Yesssss," Shark hissed, watching Cathy's face writhe in ecstasy. She stared up into the mirror on the ceiling of her bedroom, watching herself fucking, not knowing that her landlord was watching her fuck, too.
Mewling like a kitten, Suzee released the massive prick from her mouth and began licking it, whipping the spitty cockhead with her tongue. She cooed lustily, rubbing the rubbery cockhead against her lips, cheeks and neck.
The cum that trickled from the cockhead along with her own spit, was smeared off onto Suzee's face. Her narrow, arched eyebrows were raised as she whimpered childishly.
Suzee buried her face between Shark's legs, stabbing at his balls with her tongue before lapping upward along the entire length of the shaft. When she reached the bulbous crown of Shark's cock, Suzee opened her lush mouth wide and captured his pricktip once again.
Shark watched Cathy's face twist into a look of sheer ecstasy, and he fantasized that it was actually his back that he was looking at, him who was fucking the brilliant young doctor. Shark had always lusted after Cathy, particularly wanting to bury his face between her big tits. He dreamed of holding her down, grabbing her big tits, then titty-fucking her until he blew his thick wad onto her face and tits. The thought sent a rush of current to his prick, which was getting hotly sucked, and he squirmed slightly in his chair before regaining his control and aloof pose.
While she sucked, Suzee took one hand away from Shark's prick and reached between her thighs. She pushed up her miniskirt, her long fingernails grazing over her nylon-clad thigh before scratching over the narrow space of naked flesh between the top of her hose and the seam of her panties. When her finger made contact with her panties, she felt the moisture from the pussyjuice there. She moaned, gulping more of the delicious cockmeat into her hungry mouth. She rubbed her pussy harder, tantalizing her throbbing clit through her sheer bikini panties.
"Mmmmmm! Mffffff!" Suzee moaned, salivating freely around Shark's fat prick. The hot, slurping sounds of her sucking mouth whipping quickly up and down filled the large underground room. Suzee's cheeks bulged, puffed out by the ridge of Shark's cockhead as she swallowed the head and several more inches into her mouth.
On the screen, Shark had several different scenes to watch. Cathy was thrashing on the bed, pushing closer and closer to her peak of ecstasy. On another screen, young Kimberly Rand was undressing as she prepared for bed.
Shark's knuckle turned white as his fingers dug deep into the arms of his chair. His cock felt like he had shoved it into a vat of boiling water, Suzee's mouth was so hot. Her tongue was driving him wild, flicking here and there, constantly moving, probing, causing the cum to boil in his balls.
"Now, Suzee, now!" Shark groaned through clenched teeth, acknowledging the young teenager's presence for the first time since she started mouthing his monstrous prick.
Hearing the command, Suzee Wong grabbed his cock again with both hands. She whacked on it, her hungry lips pistoning back and forth over his cockhead. Her tongue blazed hotly across his slick fucker, urging the cum to race from his gigantic balls. She was thirsty for his hot, salty jism. Suzee had been sucking Shark off for several months--since he found her homeless and hungry--and now she craved his creamy spunk just as she would crave a big meal if she were hungry.
"Grrrrr!" Shark groaned.
Suzee recognized the sound and bobbed down, taking his cock into her mouth until the cockhead was wedged firmly against the opening of her throat. Though her face was motionless around the awesome, jaw-stretching prick, her hands continued to move up and down, twisting and turning on the prickflesh at the same time.
The first powerful eruption of cum jetted against the back of her mouth, trickling down her throat. She moaned wantonly and began rotating her face around his cockhead as it bucked between her tight, sucking lips. A seemingly endless stream of jism shot from the knob, splattering against the young girl's tongue, filling her mouth.
"Mmmmm!" Suzee moaned, her cheeks bulging outward now to make room for her mouthful of cum. She pulled up off Shark's cockhead, holding just the very tip of the bulb in her mouth. Cum continued to fill her mouth as she stroked and tongued the spewing slit at the end of Shark's cock.
Finally, just when the cum started leaking from the corners of Suzee's mouth, she swallowed the entire load of jism down with one powerful gulp. Several blobs of cum trickled down the shaft of Shark's cock, rolling over Suzee's clutching fingers, and she stroked his prick, working one last drop of fuck cream out of the tip.
"So delicious, master," she purred.
Suzee licked the salty jism off her fingers, then off the shaft of Shark's cock. She smiled with satisfaction, the pungent, acrid aftertaste of his cock cream filling her brain, numbing her senses. Looking at Shark's face, she was disappointed to see that he still wasn't paying any attention to her. Sighing, but still obedient, Suzee folded his robe carefully, then retied his belt and left the room.
Chapter Two
Vickie York wanted nothing more than to be an actress. There was one problem with that for her, though: she couldn't act. Fully aware of this, Vickie had planned a career centered around fucking and sucking the wealthiest, most powerful men in the world. Hell, Vickie figured, I won't be the only star who can't act!
She sat in front of a small dressing mirror in her bedroom, carefully applying just the right amount of mascara to her eyelashes. Once finished, she leaned back on the small stool and scrutinized her work.
A lovely young face looked confidently back at her. High, plucked eyebrows seemed to hover over dark brown eyes that looked upon the world as something to be challenged head-on. She had slender shoulders and fine, high, nicely rounded tits with areolas a light chocolate-brown, capped by rosy nipples that always seemed to be erect and aroused. Her hair was dark-brown, falling several inches past her shoulders, curling at the ends.
"Perfect!" Vickie murmured with self-satisfaction as she looked at her reflection.
Three hours later, Vickie was being led into her apartment by Sal, the tall, slightly overweight owner of her favorite bar. She pretended to be drunk, holding onto his arm, turning her body just enough whenever possible to rub the side of his forearm with her tit.
"I'm really sorry for drinking so much," Vickie purred, her voice holding just a trace of a slur in it. "I didn't think I had that many."
"That's okay, my dear," Sal replied, unlocking the door and ushering Vickie in. He followed her into the condominium, watching the delicious sway of her asscheeks, encased m the tight-fitting, sheer black dress that hugged her body like a second skin and showed off all of her fine curves. "I'm honored that you asked me to help you home."
Vickie went straight to her sofa and sat on the edge of the cushions, leaning back. Nearly prone, she crossed her slender legs at the knee and the slitted dress parted, revealing much of her thighs. She didn't look at Sal, but she felt his gaze on her legs. Everything was going just as planned, and she had to fight to keep from smiling.
"Why don't you make us a drink?" Vickie said, her voice a husky, sensual purr. "I'm home now, so I guess I can get as drunk as I want, can't I?"
"Of course!"
Vickie watched Sal making the drinks. He was an older man, in his late forties, and though he was wealthy now, the aura of a street thug couldn't be hidden by his expensive suits. He was a crook, and Vickie knew it. She also knew that she was exactly the type of woman a guy like him would go for. Just twenty, she was young and sexy and would make him feel young and sexy once again.
When Sal went to the sofa, he sat close enough to her to touch her hip with his. He handed her the drink and sipped his own, looking down at her, admiring the low-cut V-neck that showed off the inside slopes of her tits. The blood raced in his veins, and his prick started getting hard.
"You're lovely," Sal said.
Sal listened to Vickie's light, girlish giggle. There was something about her--something cheap and sluttish and terribly wanton--that made him lust for her as he had never lusted for another woman. He dropped his drink to the floor and pounced on her, wrapping his bearlike arms around her waist to crush her body against his.
"Sal! Please, Sal, don't spoil--" Vickie gasped as the burly man kissed her neck, then silenced her protests by kissing her hard on the lips.
Sal tasted the sweetness of Vickie's mouth, thrusting his tongue between her lips. His right hand slipped from the small of her back down to her ripe round asscheek. He felt the seam of her panties through her dress, and his cock lurched in his pants, growing harder and longer.
"Ummf! Sal, please don't ruin--"
Pushing his fingers through her hair, Sal turned Vickie's face toward his own again. He had to fuck her, had to pound his raging cock deep into her cunt. Mashing his lips onto hers, he twisted on the couch, pulling her with him. An instant later, his massive hand was clawing at the top of her dress, ripping the sheer material to get at her tit.
"Oh! Sal, you're ruining my dress!" Vickie complained, but the tone of her voice was proof that she didn't mind.
Tugging down harder, Sal ripped the dress down to her navel, and her two firm, plump tits jiggled free. He cupped one tit in his hand, feeling the warm flesh. The hard, rubbery nipple dug into his palm, and his cock jerked in his pants, struggling to be freed.
"You're so fuckin' hot!" Sal hissed, the thin veneer of his sophistication shattered now. "You fucking bitch, I've got to fuck you! Gotta fuck my big cock in you!"
"No, Sal, please!"
Vickie pushed away from Sal, falling onto the floor. It was a planned move because she ended up on her back, with her thighs spread wide and her panties showing. Sal dropped onto her, his chest crushing her tits, his thighs moving inside Vickie's. He felt the heat of her cunt going into his cock, despite all the clothing that separated their fuck organs.
Grabbing Vickie by the throat, Sal sat on his haunches and looked down at his captive. Not for a second did he think he was raping her. Grabbing her panties, he flicked them off her body with a sharp ripping sound. The sight of her moist, pink cunt, partially hidden by a dark bush of curly pussy hair sent waves of lust jerking through his body. His cock threatened to tear out of his pants, it was so hard.
Groaning lustily, Sal tore at his pants as quickly as possible, opening them and exposing his cock while continuing to hold Vickie to the floor. As soon as his prick, long and hard with a purple-colored knob, sprang out, it seemed to guide itself to Vickie's cunt.
"So fuckin' goddamn gorgeous!" Sal growled, flattening himself on top of Vickie again. He brought his lips to hers as he lunged with his cock.
"Uh!" Vickie hissed as the cockhead smashed against her thigh, than ran over her wet pussy harmlessly. She reached down, bringing the fat knob to the petals of her pussy as she sucked on Sal's tongue.
The warmth and moisture of her pussy almost sent Sal shooting out his cum right then. He lunged at Vickie again, stabbing her cunt with his cock. This time, his broad, spongy cockhead pushed the girl's cuntlips inward, then parted them. His prick skewered her full-length in the first invasion, literally knocking the wind from her lungs.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Sal sighed, resting with his prick completely buried in Vickie's cunt. He released her throat, putting his hands almost tenderly on the sides of her face to look at her while he began to work his prick in and out of her hungry cunt.
Vickie's legs were raised, her knees spread wide, jerking up and down as she accepted Sal's fat prick deep into her pussy. Though he had been almost brutal in his initial invasion, his cock was sliding smoothly, wetly into her cunt now.
Vickie's clit was getting hotter with each new thrust, sending hot and cold chills up and down her spine. The slick, warm pussyjuice lubricated her fuck-channel and trickled down to the crack of her ass.
"Ug! Ug! Ug!" Sal grunted each time he pounded Vickie's lithe body with his torso. His cock rocketed back and forth, jamming to the root in Vickie's pussy. The sound of a hard cock wedging tightly into a juicing, receptive pussy filled the living room.
Arching his back, Sal watched his prick sliding into the young brunette's pussy. The sight excited him almost as much as the feelings coming from his prick. Vickie's cunt was literally sucking on his throbbing prick, massaging it with her pussylips, squeezing it with the walls of her cunt. Groaning louder, Sal dropped down on Vickie again, slipping a hand between their bodies to squeeze one hot tit and pull at the nipple.
Vickie locked her ankles together behind Sal, holding his thrashing body close to hers. She twitched her hips, getting more slick friction against her tender, erect, rosy-colored clit. Whenever Sal's fingers worked on her nipple, she moaned and squirmed harder beneath his crushing body. The carpeted floor was hard under her back, and her hips were being pounded brutally against the unyielding surface, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered to her any more but getting fucked until her pussyjuice exploded out of her cunt.
"Fuckin' A! Awwwww! Fucking baby, your cunt is so tight! So fuckin' tight and hot!" Sal hissed.
He turned Vickie's face to the side and kissed her neck, then nibbled hard on her ear-lobe. Thrusting his tongue into her ear, he felt her squirm beneath him, and he continued. His hips jerked up and down, sending his long, rigid pole of cockmeat slamming into Vickie's cunt powerfully.
As they fucked, Vickie's slender thighs squeezed Sal's hips. Her legs were in the air, her ankles no longer locked together. She was in another world now, tossing her head from side to side. Long, silky brown hair swirled around her face, obscuring her beauty. Her mouth was open as she gulped in air, some strands of hair sticking to her dry lips.
"Yeahhhhhh!" she hissed urgently. "Fuck me harder, Sal!"
"Fuck you, whore! Ain't nobody can fuck like ol' Sal!" the thug hissed through gritted teeth, reaming her tightly milking pussy with all the force in his body.
The tidal wave of emotions hit Sal with unexpected force and without warning.
Normally, he could feel the cum rising in his balls and consciously postpone his climax. But this time was different. Vickie York wasn't like any of the other young tarts he fucked. She was something special, and her pussy ripped the cum right out of his balls.
"Arrrgghhhhh!" he groaned, throwing his head back on his shoulders as rich, creamy jets of cum spurted from his pulsating cockhead.
He thrashed between Vickie's legs, squirming and convulsing uncontrollably as the jism bubbled up from his balls, rocketed through his long pricktube, then spit from the tip of his cock.
Vickie felt the cum flooding her cunt, and that was all she needed to be pushed over the edge of ecstasy. Wrapping her arms around Sal's neck to press her cheek against his, she thrashed on the floor as her pussyjuice gushed from her cunt.
Sal stabbed his cock over and over again into Vickie's hot pussy, his pricktip continually gushing out the slick, hot globs of his fuck cream. He came and came until all the energy was sapped from his body. He was totally exhausted, and his prick was satisfied like it had never been before. He slumped on Vickie's heaving body.
They finally rolled away from each other, gasping for air. Sal looked at Vickie, then down at his cum-smeared prick. He patted his cock like a father would the head of an obedient child.
"You're great," he sighed, getting up on one elbow.
Vickie closed her eyes, savoring her climax. She stayed on the floor, her legs spread wide. Her black dress was ripped down the middle, the bottom of it bunched at her waist. Her triangular bush of cunt hair was matted with blobs of thick, white cum.
"And you, Sal, are one hell of a lover."
Several floors beneath Sal and Vickie, Shark was pounding on his cock. He stared at Vickie's body on the screen as the cum spewed from his massive cockhead. The jism shot through the air, falling onto Suzee's face, tits and stomach. The black cloth of her maid's uniform became dotted with creamy blobs of jism as she stared up at her adored employer.
Chapter Three
Vickie and Sal were snuggling together in bed, the sheets pushed away from them. Vickie had her head on Sal's shoulder, her tits flopped, one over the other, as she looked into his face.
"Well, how was it?"
Sal, his eyes closed, merely grinned to show his approval.
"Do you like my place?"
Another grin.
"The damndest thing is that the payments are really getting to me, you know," Vickie whispered, moving a little so her tit pressed against Sal's side. "With my drama classes costing what they do, I can hardly make ends meet."
"Times are tough all over, doll."
Vickie's soft, moist lips touched his shoulder. She moved, rolling onto her stomach with Sal's arm still on her back. Her satiny brown hair tickled his arm as her lips moved slowly toward his nipple.
"Couldn't you see it clear ..." Vickie purred, her tongue caressing the nipple between words. ". . . just to help a poor, struggling actress a little?" Vickie worked her way over to his other nipple, which caused her tits to flatten firmly against Sal's stomach.
"I don't know, doll. I mean, you ain't exactly the only dame I know that wants a deal like that." Sal's eyes were still closed, but he felt a faint twitching in his prick. Whether he wanted to or not, Vickie was exciting him. "A guy in my position has got to be careful with his money. Besides, I don't pay for ass. Hell, the broads oughta pay me for fuckin"em."
"Of course they should," Vickie whispered, moving lower on Sal's body so that she was kissing his stomach. "Any woman would be crazy to turn you down."
Vickie flicked her tongue into Sal's navel and felt his body tense up. Her right hand crept down between his legs, cupping his soft cock and balls in her palm. She felt the warmth of his prick right up to her elbow. Her mouth began to water, as though she were anticipating a delicious, healthy meal.
Raising Sal's prick, Vickie moved lower on the bed. She was at right angles to his body, her knees curled beneath her, her lush tits mashed against her knees. She kissed his cock-head, then sucked it into her mouth briefly.
"Look at me, Sal," she whispered, rubbing the head of his prick against the side of her face. "Look at me and then tell me if you don't want to have a poor, innocent girl like me forever in your gratitude."
Sal looked down his body and saw Vickie's brown eyes glowing lustily. Her red lips parted, engulfing the head of his prick. Downward, her face moved as she applied a strong suction to his prick, stretching it out, making it grow quickly. Her eyes held him as her face moved up and down, his prick sliding back and forth between her cock-hungry lips.
"All right," he said, lacing his fingers together behind his head to more easily watch the hot-blooded young woman give him a blowjob. "You've got the payments furnished for you. But whenever I call you, you damn well better be here. And I don't care what I ask of you, slut--you say yes!"
"Of course, my darling. Of course," Vickie replied.
She turned her entire attention to his prick. It wasn't completely hard yet, but that didn't stop her from enjoying it fully. Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she bobbed her face over his pricktip. Her lips formed a perfect seal around his cock, and she sucked hard on the flesh. Her tongue slithered over his prick, twisting around his cockhead and gliding along the shank.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!"
"Go, bitch. Suck that big fucker," Sal said, watching his prick get sucked.
Vickie York had been giving blowjobs for years, but she wanted this one to be the best ever. She pistoned her face smoothly along the upraised cockflesh, gobbling more and more of Sal's cock into her mouth with each bob. Her tongue danced over his prick, never stopping for a second, constantly probing and flicking, working his cock into a state of even greater hardness.
"Mmmmmmmfff! I love sucking cock," Vickie gasped, rubbing his prick from stem to stern with her fist as she looked into his eyes.
Her warm lips ovaled around his cock. She gulped his prick into her mouth until his cock-head was at the opening of her throat, then cooed lustily to let him know exactly how much she loved having his cock right where it was.
With several inches of his cock still sticking out of her mouth, she twisted her face around his cock. Pulling back her lips, she let her teeth graze lightly over the slick staff of his cock as she pulled up. The pressure, she knew, was just enough to arouse him without causing any discomfort.
"Mmmf! Mmmmmmm!" Vickie moaned, as much for Sal's pleasure as for her own.
"Deep, baby. Take that monster as deep as you can!" Sal instructed.
He was content to lie back and let the brunette do all the work. He looked at Vickie's body and was pleased with what he saw. The flesh at her hip was pale, as was her tit, but the rest of her was darkly tanned. He wondered what kind of a bathing suit she wore, because it obviously didn't cover up much of her natural charms.
Her cock-hungry mouth moved up and down, her supple lips dragging over the veined shaft of his prick. She wrapped her hand around his cock and brought her fingers up and down with her lips, simultaneously jacking him off and giving him a blowjob.
"Ohhhhhh! You fuckin' cunt, you really know how to suck," Sal groaned, affected by the added stimulation. "Bring your ass around here and let me eat that sweet pussy."
Releasing the prick from her mouth, Vickie gulped in refreshing air. Her clit was so sensitive that it was almost impossible for her to give a blowjob while someone was licking her pussy. But I'll have to do it, she thought. She had promised to do whatever Sal said, so that was the law.
"Eat me," Vickie said as she straddled Sal's face with her knees.
She paused to watch him wrap his arms around her thighs and pull her pussy down to his open, waiting mouth. At the first contact of his tongue to her pussylips, she moaned joyously and threw her face down on his cock.
"Mmmmmffft!" Sal hissed, tonguing her juicy pussy, drinking up the slick, tasty cunt grease.
The horny young woman swallowed Sal's cock until the cockhead was partially imbedded in her throat. Her eyes watered as she tried to take more of his cock flesh into her throat. Then she pulled up, wishing she could deep-throat his prick, wanting nothing more than to do that. She twisted her face around his cockhead, tonguing hungrily, stroking on his shaft. Her hips twitched wildly, unable to remain motionless as Sal's tongue delved deeply into the hot crease of her cunt.
"Ummgggg!" Vickie groaned, dropping down on his rigid cock again. Her cheeks sank inward, squeezing the head of Sal's prick while her lips kneaded his prickshaft. Her tongue rubbed briskly against the flat upper surface of his cock.
Vickie's hair jounced along the sides of her face, tickling Sal's thighs whenever she gulped his cock far into the hot, wet recesses of her mouth. She stroked his prick, sometimes squeezing the meat quite hard, and other times running her fingers over the spitty prick with a touch as soft as a feather's.
"Ugh!"
Hearing the choking sound coming from between her legs, Vickie sucked harder and faster on Sal's cock. When he started to buck his hips, fucking his throbbing cock into her sucking mouth, she knew it wouldn't be long before she got a mouthful of his fuck-cream. Her tongue whipped like a demon over his pulsating cockhead, flicking off the pre-cum that oozed out.
"Yeahhhhhhh!" Sal screamed, removing his mouth from Vickie's cunt.
He squeezed her thighs, pressing his cheek against her warm flesh. Looking up, he saw his own reflection in the overhead mirror, and the impact pushed him into another world.
Dropping down on his throbbing cock, Vickie had the tip against the back of her mouth when the first of several powerful jets of spunk splattered out. She sucked and stroked his prick, giving it everything she had learned since she started giving blowjobs.
Swallowing each eruption as it gushed against her tongue, she drained Sal of his fuck-cream. She continued to piston her mouth over his prick more slowly now, until his cock was completely soft.
"H-how was that, stud?" she asked, her pussy still hovering over his mouth.
"Fan-fucking-tastic!"
Shark shut off the video recorder and turned to Suzee, who sat at his feet obediently.
"Perhaps we should pay a little visit some night to Vickie York. Would you like that?"
Suzee's eyes lit up excitedly. "Oh, yes, Mr. Shark. That would be very nice! Her pussy looks sooooooo good!"
"Hrnmmmm. I'll bet that bitch has never been fucked in the ass," Shark mused. "And I'll bet you she's never had her mouth on a cunt, either."
"I would love eating her pussy."
Shark looked at Suzee and smiled, caressing her cheek with his fingertips. So young, he thought, and so horny. Willing to do anything at all. "I've taught you well."
"Yes, master."
Chapter Four
It was late in the evening, and Shark was horny. He had been watching the video screens and hadn't seen anything to please himself. Suzee, dutifully, was dressed in her maid's uniform. He looked at her, the wildness in his eyes as clear to her as if he were brandishing a gun.
"You wish something special tonight, Mr. Shark?" she asked, her voice soft, sincere.
"Yes, Suzee. Tonight I wish something special." Shark paused to take a better look at his maid.
She was small and petite, with the kind of body that only a young girl could have. Her uniform was black, but the bottom of the dress rode high on her thighs, showing the tops of her nylons. Shark saw where the black lace garter belt attached to the nylons.
"Who shall it be? Who shall we fuck tonight?"
Suzee, without being told to do so, turned and walked out of the room. When she returned, she carried several pairs of stainless steel handcuffs and several lengths of silk rope. Shark sat in his viewing chair, restlessly changing the channels, looking for a sexy victim.
"You'd better get dressed," Shark said, "and bring me my clothes."
Dr. Cathy Jarou was the kind of woman that could make any man's prick hard . . . provided he didn't get nervous about being with a "brainy broad." Tall, with enormous tits and a narrow waist, she had a body guaranteed to please. She had a high forehead and intelligent eyes, framed by light-brown hair that just grazed her shoulders.
On that evening, Cathy was sitting in her favorite overstuffed chair, looking at a volume of new surgical techniques. Though she was only thirty, Cathy had already made something of a name for herself at Memorial Hospital.
It was late, nearly ten-thirty, and she was dressed in a pale-blue baby-doll nightie. The top of the nightie did little to hide her curves, showing her nipples clearly as they poked through the thin silk. The bottoms were nothing more than panties, with excessive amounts of lace and ribbon on them.
Cathy was waiting for her husband, Rich, to return from a business conference, when she heard the doorbell ring. She sprang out of her chair, tossing the surgical manual aside.
"Coming!" she said, her voice tinted with good-humored laughter. "Did you forget your keys again, darling?"
When Cathy opened the door, the frightening sight that met her tore air from her lungs, and she couldn't even scream. Two figures, both dressed entirely in black with black stocking masks, stood ominously at her door. Her mouth moved, but no sounds came out.
"Shut up, cocksucker, or you die!" the tallest of the two figures said, locking a hard, steely hand around her neck and pushing her backward into the room. The shorter figure followed quickly, holding an assortment of ropes and several shiny objects. The short one closed and locked the door.
Turning on her heel, Cathy ran for the bathroom, knowing that that was the only room in the condominium that had a door with a lock on it. She almost made it when she was tackled to the floor. The large man touched the razor-sharp edge of a knife to her cheek.
"Make a sound, and you'll carry the scar to your grave," Shark said, his voice low, controlled. "Understand, cocksucker?"
Cathy's lips moved, and once again, no sound came out. She swallowed hard, licking her dry lips. Her heart thudded in her chest, and her huge tits were mashed against the floor.
"Yes, I-I understand," she said weakly, her voice cracking with fright. "Please don't cut me."
"Put your hands behind your back."
Cathy did as ordered and instantly felt cold steel being locked around her wrists. Then the two figures grabbed her by the elbows and hoisted her up so she was in a kneeling position. The smaller of the two stepped before her, dropping several coiled ropes and two more pairs of handcuffs on the floor.
"Oh my God," Cathy hissed, seeing the ropes and handcuffs. "Please don't hurt me."
"You're going to suck cock," Suzee said, making her voice as low-pitched as possible so she would sound like a little boy. "Don't fight it."
Suzee watched as Shark grabbed Cathy's hair and snapped her head back. This caused the surgeon's big tits to swell out, stretching the front of her pajamas. Suzee dropped to her knees, and her small hands roamed freely over Cathy's tits. She squeezed the massive melons, rolling the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
"What are you going to do to me?" Cathy asked, afraid to receive an answer. She looked at the hooded figure before her, thinking the person to be a boy. Hoods, she thought--just young teenaged hoods out looking to rape some innocent wife.
"You'll find out soon enough, cunt," Shark replied, jerking Cathy's head back even farther so that she was forced to look up at him. "You'll find out soon enough!"
Taking the knife from Shark, Suzee carefully inserted the sharp, silver blade between the folds of Cathy's pajamas. With a quick flick of her wrist she cut the buttons off, and they dropped to the floor.
Next, Suzee caught the blade of the knife between her teeth, holding it like a pirate, and pushed the garment down Cathy's shoulders to completely expose the warm, trembling tits.
Little Suzee grabbed the tits from the under- side, raising and squeezing them to make the nipples stand out even more prominently. Letting the knife slip from her mouth, she stretched the mouth-hole of her ski mask slightly and brought her lips to one nipple.
"Ohhh! Nooooooo!" Cathy cried in futile protest when she felt Suzee's mouth fastening on her nipple. Squatting on her knees, her head forced back, her hair being pulled, her hands securely cuffed, she felt more vulnerable and helpless than she had ever felt in her life. Still, even through the fright, there was a strange tingling coming from her nipple. It wasn't her husband's mouth that was working on her tits, but that didn't seem to matter, because getting her sensitive nipples sucked felt good no matter who did it.
When Shark let up some of the pressure on her hair, Cathy watched the stocking-masked head move from one tit to the other. Biting her bottom lip, wishing her pussy weren't getting moist from the heat that was growing in her loins, she grabbed her ankles and tried to think of terrible things. It didn't work. No matter what hideous things she thought of, she could not turn off her body to the hot, wet lips and tongue that were tantalizing her tits.
"You're gettin' off on it, ain't ya, cock-sucker?" Shark said, disguising his voice. Though he was the landlord, he made a practice of never getting to know the tenants very well. He intended to continue playing the dumb street-dweller role until he had finished fucking the beautiful Dr. Cathy Jarou.
The slobbering sounds of hungry tit-sucking echoed in Cathy's ears. She didn't want to hear it, but the sound drove her crazy with lust, just the same. Closing her eyes so that she wouldn't have to see anything didn't help, because then, she wasn't as vividly aware that she was actually being raped.
"You're bastards, both of you!" Cathy hissed, hoping that taking something of an offensive would help matters. "Rotten, cowardly bastards!"
The stinging slap sent Cathy sprawling onto her side. She tried to catch herself, but the handcuffs didn't allow it, and her head bounced against the wall.
"Ug!" she grunted. "I-I'm sorry!"
"You're going to be even more sorry soon, cocksucker!" Shark hissed. He grabbed Cathy by the ankle, and Suzee grabbed her other ankle. Together, they dragged her into the bedroom.
"No, please, not on the bed," Cathy pleaded, her eyes wild with fear. "That's where I make love with my husband! Please, not on the bed!"
Still on her knees, Cathy watched as Shark undressed. She gawked at his monstrously long prick, wondering how big the fat, fleshy weapon would stretch to once it was hard. When he stood before her, wearing only the ski mask, she couldn't tear her gaze, off his cock.
"I think it's time to eat cock, don't you?" Shark asked sarcastically, advancing toward Cathy. "Open up wide, cocksucker!"
Cathy turned her head to one side, and Suzee quickly moved behind her, grabbing two handfuls of hair to prevent her from turning her head. The young doctor felt strands of hair being ripped from her head, and she felt blinding pain. Forced to do it, she looked at Shark's cock, now just inches from her mouth. She could smell the faintly musky fragrance of his prick and balls and found that she didn't mind the smell at all. Though she had never sucked on her husband's prick, she had always been curious about giving blowjobs and wondered why he had never asked her to do it.
"Open up them hot lips and start gobbling!"
Cathy clenched her teeth, her lips compressed. They couldn't force her to open her mouth, she told herself. They couldn't! But when Shark started bludgeoning her face with his cockhead, pounding her like his cock was a club, she whimpered and opened her lips.
"Wider, damn it! This isn't a needle, it's a fucking cock!"
Shark pushed his spongy, half-hard prick at
Cathy's mouth, and her lips parted, but her teeth remained closed. She felt and tasted the cock and opened her jaws slightly. The prick-tip entered partially into her hot, moist mouth, and she flicked at the bulb with her tongue. The taste was electric!
"Wider, you cocksucking slut, or I pound you some more!"
Turning her eyes up to Shark's hooded head, Cathy decided that she had no choice but to go along with her rapist's demands. Besides, whether she liked it or not, she couldn't deny the intense curiosity she felt, nor the pussyjuice that was seeping from her cunt.
As soon as Cathy's mouth was open just a little, Suzee pushed her forward, forcing her to take the entire fleshy head of Shark's cock in. The cockhead stretched her lips, bulging out her cheeks.
"Ohhhhhhh! Now suck it, bitch! Work that tongue on my cock!"
Hot tears of anger and shame flooded from Cathy's eyes as she opened her lips wider and sucked more of Shark's prick into her mouth. His cock wedged her tongue to the bottom of her mouth, and she worked hard to slide her tongue as far along the cockshaft as she could.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned, then silenced herself when she remembered exactly what was happening to her. Nevertheless, she was pistoning her face back and forth over Shark's growing, burgeoning prick before long, sucking his cockhead back and forth between her ovaled lips.
Cathy wished that she had the free use of her hands. She wanted to stroke his cock and worship it. There was something magical about Shark's cock that she couldn't define. It wasn't just that his enormous prick was more than twice the size of her husband's. It wasn't just that his cock forced her jaws so wide apart that they began to ache. It was something more, and though she didn't know exactly what it was, she did know that she didn't ever want to stop mouthing his cock.
While Cathy sucked cock, Shark caressed strands of her hair and bent down to tweak her nipples. His huge column of cock flesh stretched out, excited to full length now by the surgeon's inexperienced but hotly sucking mouth.
"Go to it, Cathy!"
When Cathy heard her own name, a bolt of absolute horror jerked her body. They knew her! She wasn't just some stranger who had been picked out at random, then! They wanted her, Dr. Cathy Jarou!
"Keep sucking, damn you!"
Cathy resumed, bringing her hot, moist mouth back and forth over the head of Shark's prick. She sucked until his cockhead was pressing against the back of her mouth, threatening to enter her throat. Then, with her lips firm and pliable around the cockshaft, she rubbed the fleshy underside of the awesome prick with her tongue.
Behind Cathy, Suzee was busy rubbing her own nipples through the turtle-necked sweater. Suzee couldn't take off her clothes--at least not right away. She had to preserve the image of being a young, small boy until Shark had played his games and had his fun. Kneeling behind Cathy, Suzee reached around her body and grabbed the two full moons of tit flesh. The nipples were harder now, obviously aroused.
"Now you're getting the hang of it," Shark said, working his hips in a slightly circular motion to invade Cathy's mouth from different angles. "The way you were sucking at first, you'd think you'd never given a blow-job before."
Cathy felt a sudden flush of pride. She couldn't believe that she was actually proud that someone had thought she had sucked before, but she was. The idea that she was on her knees, sucking the huge cock of an absolute stranger made her shiver with excitement. She felt like she was breaking out of a stuffy, constricting mold that had been made for her by her parents years before. The mold was one that she had never tried to break out of, but now she thought it might be possible to do something on her own.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned, louder and longer than before.
Trying to get her wrists free, Cathy felt the steel cutting into her flesh, and she stopped struggling. There was even a strange, perverse excitement in having the handcuffs on that she couldn't explain away and didn't want to.
"Fucking bitch is really sucking cock now," Shark said, watching her gorgeous face sliding back and forth over his outstretched prick. He sat down on the edge of the bed, motioning for her to crawl forward more so she would be between his thighs while she sucked, though his cock had never left her mouth.
With just the very tip of the reddish-colored pricktip between her lips, Cathy crept on the floor to get closer. She didn't want to let the cock fall out of her mouth. Her tongue danced along the slitted head, and she tasted the racy, salty flavor of pre-cum. Instantly, Cathy was hooked on cum, wanting it more than she could remember wanting anything. Her mouth slurped on the fat, throbbing prick as she gulped as much of the-cock into her mouth as she could.
"Um! Ummm! Ummmm!" Cathy mewled, like a child nursing happily on a bottle.
"Up you go, cocksucker," Shark said. He reached down and grabbed a handful of Cathy's hair, forcing her to her feet.
"Ouch! You're hurting me!"
"And I'll hurt you more if you don't stop bitching!" Shark shook Cathy's head while she stood near the bed, and she looked at him with eyes that burned with desire and hatred.
Suzee grabbed Cathy's panties and pulled them down her legs. Once Cathy stepped out of them, the teenager held the panties to her nose, inhaling deeply, smelling the aroma of pussyjuice.
Shark looked at Cathy's lips, knowing what they could do to his cock, how hard they could make it. He wanted to shock the stuffy, bookish surgeon, so he jerked on her hair, forcing her to sit on the bed.
"Watch this! This is the way a cock's supposed to be sucked!" Shark chuckled, sitting next to Cathy.
Still on her knees, Suzee crawled so that she was between Shark and Cathy. Her dark eyes burned like smoldering coals through the holes in the ski mask as she grabbed Shark's fat, spitty prick with her right hand, and rubbed Cathy's moist cunt with her other.
"Oh, God!" Cathy said weakly. "This can't be happening to me. This can't be happening to me."
She watched in amazement as the small figure before her leaned over Shark's thigh and brought his plump cockhead to the mouth-hole of the ski mask. Cathy was convinced that it was really a young boy who was sucking her rapist's prick. She watched more of the cock sliding into the mask, full lips puckering outward to caress the shaft. Between her legs, a hand was groping relentlessly, rubbing her clit and pussylips.
Cathy closed her thighs around the hand, and Shark slipped his arm almost casually around her shoulders. His hand dropped down to her tit, and he rolled the throbbing nipple between his finger and thumb, sending more tingles going through Cathy's body. Then the fingers turned to steel, pinching and pulling on her tit bud like a vise.
"Ieeahhh!" Cathy screamed, trying to move away from Shark, but unable to.
"Open your fucking legs, or I'll pull your damn nipple clean off!"
As the pain subsided from her nipple, Cathy spread her thighs wide, her knee now touching Shark's. The tiny hand slipped into her crotch, found the opening of her cunt, and a finger slipped between her cuntlips. A second later, one finger, then two, slid deep into her cunt, lubricated by the slick fuck oil that seeped out.
"Ohhh!" Cathy purred as she felt her pussy invaded by fingers. Her eyes closed as she lost herself in the sensations coursing through her veins. Then she opened them again quickly, fighting to remain conscious of everything that was going on.
After Suzee had sucked Shark's cock for a couple of minutes, she shifted her position so that she knelt between Cathy's firm, warm, perfectly tapered thighs. She stroked his enormous cock with one hand and used the fingers of the other to spread the lips of Cathy's dewy pussy.
"No, oh no!" Cathy gasped weakly, understanding what was about to happen. She had heard other women in the hospital--mostly the young nurses who ran around with a lot of men--talking about getting head from their men. They always laughed and joked about it, saying how they went off like fireworks. For Cathy and her husband, that was just something that they didn't talk about and certainly didn't do.
The girl's slick tongue slithered between the rosy, pink petals of Cathy's pussy, and her whole body jerked. The tongue delved deep into the woman's cunt, scraping over her hard, distended clit, sending lightning bolts of absolute ecstasy ripping through her body.
"Ohhhhhh! God!" Cathy sighed.
Shark was kissing her neck, and she turned her head to one side to give him more room. She spread her thighs wider apart, wanting Suzee to eat her cunt until the pussyjuice flowed from her in waves.
When Shark tried to kiss Cathy on the mouth, she didn't resist him. She leaned against him, opening her lips to receive his insistent tongue, sucking on it, biting it softly. Cathy started to fall backward, but Shark held her upright, dipping his head down to capture one delicious nipple between his lips.
Cathy's beautiful face twisted in a grimace of pleasure, then became relaxed and confident. Her legs twitched, her thighs closing around Suzee's head, then opening again. When Shark pulled his arm from around her neck, she fell backward on the bed, her big, ripe tits rising and falling with her heavy breathing, her legs dangling over the edge, her toes just touching the floor.
"Ummmmmmmmm!" Suzee moaned, slipping a finger into Cathy's cunt while she lapped hungrily at the hard, coral-colored clit that sprouted from the top of the woman's cunt.
Cathy felt the handcuffs digging into her wrists and the small of her back as she watched Shark's big, fleshy cock coming down toward her face. She opened her mouth wide and sucked the pricktip in, her lips caressing the ridge of the bulb, then squeezing tight around the shaft. Her tongue slithered and probed, scraping off more of the delicious pre-cum that she had learned to crave.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, turning her face to have the cockhead move around in her mouth. The taste of Shark's prick completely filled her senses, and she twitched on the bed, torn between trying to give the hottest blowjob anyone ever had, and getting her cunt licked.
Shark grabbed the shaft of his gargantuan prick and stroked it, shoving more of his prick down into Cathy's mouth. He felt perspiration form on his forehead and wished that it weren't necessary that he wear the ski mask.
"Okay, kid, get undressed," Shark said. He pumped his hips slowly, fucking Cathy's mouth as deeply as he dared.
Cathy found herself becoming intensely curious about how big the boy's cock would be. He's such a small fellow, she thought. How could he ever have a big cock? She tried to look at Suzee when she stood up and started to undress, but Shark moved so that he straddled her tits, blocking her view as he fucked her hot, wet mouth.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Cathy purred, gulping his prick into her mouth as he pushed it at her. The pre-cum was seeping onto her tongue faster now, thick blobs trickling out of his slitted cockhead.
Suzee stood for a moment, admiring herself in the mirror. She, like Shark, wore only the ski mask. Her tiny tits, like small saucers, were capped by dark areolas. The nipples were hard as pencil erasers. Touching the lips of her pussy, she found the pink cunt petals inflamed with lust and wet with cuntjuice.
She got on the bed, so light she hardly depressed the mattress, and moved so that she knelt near Cathy's head.
"Ummmggg!" Cathy gasped, unable to get Shark's cock out of her mouth.
She nearly choked on the fleshy, blunt weapon of lust when she noticed that the boy who had been eating her pussy was really a girl. A girl! A girl had been licking her cunt!
When Shark pulled his cock out of Cathy's mouth, she turned her face away from Suzee. It just couldn't be!
"Don't be shy, Dr. Jarou," Shark said, his street-thug character slipping as he moved off her body. "Does it bother you that another woman was sucking your pussy? It didn't seem to bother you before."
"That's because I didn't know!" Cathy shot back, feeling foolish that she was getting defensive. "You rotten bastards!"
"Bastard and a bitch, please." Shark grabbed Cathy and threw her onto the bed so she was in the middle. Clutching her knee, he brought her legs so they rested on his shoulders. "Go ahead, dear, make her do whatever you want."
Cathy tried to squirm away from Suzee and Shark, but they had her trapped. She felt defenseless with her legs up on Shark's shoulders and her hot, moist pussy gloriously exposed. His cock, Cathy thought, would feel like a telephone pole being shoved up her pussy.
"No, no, no, no," Cathy chanted weakly as Suzee brought one knee over her face. Looking up, she saw the girl's pink pussy glistening with pussyjuice. She knew she'd have to lick it, just as the girl had licked her own cunt. Slowly, inch by inch, the pussy descended upon her face.
Though Cathy didn't try to turn her face, she didn't open her mouth to mash her lips against Suzee's cuntlips, either. The warm, slick pussyjuice made Cathy's lips and nose wet, and she smelled the aroma of a cunt that needed licking. Does my own cunt smell like this? she wondered.
Cathy was struggling for air when she felt her cuntlips being shoved inward forcefully. Shark! She had almost forgotten about him because she was so frightened of the young girl. Her cunt flinched, then stretched around the head of his huge prick.
"Uhhh!" she gasped, pain coming from her cunt. Her lips parted a fraction, and she tasted pussyjuice. Then the cockhead was being driven farther up her fuck-hole by a shaft as hard as steel.
"Lick it, baby! Lick that pussy while I fuck you!" Shark said. He had his arms around Cathy's thighs while he squatted on his heels. With his thumbs, he rubbed her clit and shoved another two inches of hard cock up her cunt.
Her mind spinning out of control, Cathy opened her mouth wide and thrust her tongue out. The girl's puffy cuntlips opened, and she stabbed at the pussy gash with her tongue. Her stomach bulged out, visibly showing the entrance of more than a foot of prickmeat into her body.
Shark growled. It was a deep, throaty growl. He worked his prick around inside Cathy's cunt, kissing her calf while he felt her inner cunt muscles manipulating his column of sensitive prickmeat. He grabbed her tits, pressing down hard on the fleshy moons to make them flatten out and appear to be even fuller than they really were.
"Lick it, Cathy! Lick that pussy," he sighed, pulling back to ream her cock-hungry pussy once again. He ground his hips against hers, mashing his pelvic bone against her throbbing clit.
The whirlwind of emotions going through her head drove her crazy with wanton, uninhibited lust. She tongued furiously at Suzee's pussy as pussyjuice trickled down the sides of her face. The cock in her cunt rocketed faster back and forth, driving, reaming, sending her soaring into space.
"Mmmmff! Ummmm! Ummmggg!" she groaned, tonguing and struggling for air.
Suzee undulated her hips, bringing her tight cunt back and forth over Cathy's mouth, and Cathy stabbed her tongue out, dragging it through the girl's cunt crease to scoop up all the hot, slick oil that seeped out.
Shark abruptly jerked his cock out of Cathy's pussy, and she tried to protest, but couldn't. Her mouth was too busy on Suzee's pussy to do anything but lick hungrily so she could drink more of the sweet pussyjuice.
Pushing Cathy's legs off his shoulders, Shark stood on the bed, facing Suzee, and brought his cock to her mouth. He watched her pink lips stretch out, through the mask, and surround the head of his prick. He sighed, feeding more of his prick into her mouth.
"Well, sweetheart, what should we do to Dr. Cathy Jarou? Something humiliating, of course. But what? What exactly should we do?" Shark smiled and put his hands on Suzee's head, fucking her hotly sucking mouth slowly as he pondered the question at hand.
Cathy heard every word Shark said, but she wasn't afraid. She was too horny to be afraid of anything. All she wanted right then was for him to put his cock back in her cunt, where, she had decided, it belonged. At the very least, he could force her to give him a blowjob until she gulped down his pungent, salty fuck-cream.
When Suzee stood up on the bed, Cathy looked up at her captors. The awesome cock riveted her eyes, held her in chains of absolute lust. She licked her lips and tasted more cunt oil.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice tremulous. "What evil thing are you going to do to me?"
Shark's laugh sent a cold chill down Cathy's spine. She rolled onto her side to relieve the pressure from the handcuffs on her wrists, and her big tits sloshed on her chest.
"Now I know. Now I know," Shark hissed, his eyes burning holes into Cathy's tits. "It's titty-fuck time!"
Suzee giggled joyously and slipped between Cathy's firm thighs, content to continue licking the woman's cunt while her master got his rocks off however he' liked. When Shark settled down on Cathy's body, blocking the woman from seeing Suzee, the girl pulled off her ski mask. She ate the moist, tight cunt avidly, driving her tongue deep into the crease, nibbling on the clit until Cathy squirmed and tossed on the bed.
"I haven't done this in a long time," Shark said as he grabbed two handfuls of heavenly tit flesh.
Cathy looked at his glistening cockhead and wondered if she would taste her own cuntjuice. The head was wet from her pussy, and she had already eaten a pussy--what difference would it make to swallow her own cunt grease?
When Shark hawked, then spit between Cathy's tits, she groaned and rolled her eyes back in her head. He spit again and again, and she felt the warm saliva trickling down the swell of her tit to the valley between her tit mounds.
"You're disgusting," Cathy said softly, but without much conviction. "A sick, disgusting man."
"Say what you will," Shark replied without anger, "but it won't change a thing."
He grabbed her tits harder and watched her squirm. Then, with the head of his prick, he smeared the spit around her tits, lubricating the valley he was about to fuck.
Cathy felt the warmth of Shark's enormous prick seeping into her veins. She couldn't deny it. With Suzee's slithering, frisking tongue slapping at her clit and the big prick gliding between her tits, the fire burned hotter and hotter in her loins.
"Ohhhhh!" she sighed, flicking her tongue out to graze it over the knob of Shark's cock when it was close to her mouth. She tasted the jism and pussyjuice. Her own pussyjuice.
"Fuck! You really make me hot," Shark groaned, squeezing her fleshy tits tighter around his driving prick. As he tossed his hips back and forth, his hairy balls rubbed against Cathy's stomach, sending hot tingles through his body.
Despite the pain in her wrists from the handcuffs, and the uncomfortable way in which her back was bent from her hands being beneath her, Cathy felt the pussyjuice beginning to well in her cunt. She stared at the prick as it appeared and disappeared between her tits, occasionally whipping her tongue over the head when it came close.
His prick moved faster, tugging at her hot titty flesh, jamming through the tight cleavage. Her legs twitched uncontrollably as her clit got sucked between experienced, hungry lips. Shark's cockhead was purple, the skin stretched so tight over the crown that she was certain it would split any second.
So big, Cathy thought. The cock is so fucking big!
"Arrrggghhhhhh!" Shark groaned, digging his fingers deep into the pliable moons of Cathy's tits as he pounded his throbbing cock faster.
"Yes! Cum on meeee!" Cathy gasped. The words burned in her ears, and she couldn't believe that she had actually said it. But the voice was hers, and she had asked--begged, actually--for the rapist to cum on her face.
The first stream of jism arched through the air, spraying completely over Cathy's open mouth to strike her on the forehead, making a sticky, opaque line between her eyes and over her lips. She was licking the salty fuck cream off her lips when the bulging cockhead reappeared, and another eruption shot from Shark's balls.
Cum gushed from his cock-knob, spitting a river of jism onto Cathy's eyelid and down her cheek. When the angry-looking crown of Shark's prick showed itself again, a third stream sailed at her face, striking her cheek and trickling down to her chin and neck.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Shark groaned, pumping his hips more slowly now. He shot his cum off onto Cathy's neck and tits, releasing her tits to squeeze a few last drops onto her nipples.
The warm fuck-cream was sticky on her face and flesh. She had to keep her right eye closed to keep the cum from stinging her eye. Gasping, trembling with lust, she arched her back, lifting Shark off the bed, and writhed with a tremendous climax.
"Mmmmmmm!" Suzee moaned, finger-fucking and sucking Cathy as quickly as possible to drink up the sweet cunt grease.
"Yeahhhhhh! Oh, God! Eat meeeee! Eat meeeee!" Cathy wailed, bucking on the bed, held down only by Shark's weight. Her feet kicked at nothing but air until, finally, her pussy oils had been completely licked from her body.
Gulping in refreshing air, Cathy was totally exhausted while Suzee continued to tongue her pussy clean. She felt the hot jism cooling on her flesh and wondered what she looked like with the fuck cream clinging to her face and tits.
"You're one hot lady," Shark said with admiration as he got off Cathy's heaving body, making it easier for her to breath. "One hot lady, indeed."
Getting off the bed, he motioned for Suzee to put her mask back on. After uncoiling several of the silk ropes, Shark made himself a Scotch at the bar in the living-room and plotted what he would do next.
Chapter Five
Cathy stood in the center of her living room. A silk rope had been wrapped around her neck, then looped over the wooden beam overhead. The rope was pulled tight, keeping her standing erect. Another silk rope was tied tightly around her ankles.
"Your husband should be home soon, shouldn't he?" Shark asked, brandishing the knife in front of Cathy's face.
"N-no, he's not coming home."
"Don't lie to me. That could be dangerous for you. Besides, what do you care about that man for? He can't fuck you like I can. And do you think he'll want you once he sees you? Look at yourself!"
Cathy tried not to look at herself when Shark turned her toward the large wall mirror, but curiosity got the better part of her. She saw herself, and the sight almost frightened her. Cum had trickled down her face and dried on her cheeks, neck and tits. More cum was clinging to the eyelashes of one eye. The white rope was cinched tight around her neck, cocking her head to one side.
"When you hear him coming in," Shark said, "you stay absolutely silent. If you make a sound, I'll cut your tits off and kill your husband. Understand?"
Cathy looked at the masked figure standing close, the knife's.point touching the bottom of her tit. He means what he says, she thought.
"Yes. Yes, I understand."
The room was in darkness when Rich walked in. He assumed that Cathy was sleeping in bed . . . until he felt the cold steel of a knife touch his neck.
"Don't move. Don't move a muscle," Shark hissed. "One sound gets you killed.
Now put your hands in front of you."
Rich's hands were shaking as he held them out. He saw something come out of the shadows and heard the clicking sound of handcuffs being squeezed shut. The knife remained at his throat while he was led into the living room.
When Suzee turned on a light, Rich gasped at the sight of his beautiful, brilliant wife. Bound by the neck and ankles, her hands were behind her back. Cum was sticking to her face and tits, dried now, caked hard.
"My precious baby, what have they done to you?"
Cathy couldn't answer her husband. What the rapists had done was obvious enough, and she shut her eyes, feeling nothing but shame.
"Blindfold them," Shark said.
Suzee moved quickly to blindfold Cathy and Rich, then she turned on all the lights. They pulled off their masks and Shark had that gleam in his eyes that told Suzee he had thought of something truly devilish to do to their captives.
Stepping up to the mirror, Shark smiled evilly, knowing that his hidden camera was recording everything he did. He had turned the recording system on prior to entering the Jarou's apartment and would later enjoy the sight of him titty-fucking Cathy while Suzee sucked on his cock.
Taking a rope, Shark tied it to the chain between the handcuffs, then tossed it over the beam. He pulled it tight so that Rich's hands were held above his head, then tied off the rope.
Sitting in a chair, Shark watched as Suzee unbuckled Rich's pants and pulled them down to his ankles, exposing his prick.
"Not much of a cock you've got there, is it?" Shark taunted. "Hey, Cathy, the next sound you'll hear is my . . . er . . . assistant sucking your husband's prick. What do you think about that?"
"You rotten rat bastard!"
Suzee knelt before Rich and wrapped her fingers around his prick. Actually, he didn't have a small cock. It was seven inches long when hard. But, by comparison, it was small.
"Such a nice little cock," Suzee purred, kissing his cockhead. She picked up his prick almost daintily and began licking Rich's balls. He smelled of soap, and Suzee liked it, sucking one ball into her mouth to caress it with her tongue.
Cathy listened carefully and, true to Shark's word, she heard the sound of a mouth moving back and forth over a hard cock. She heard her husband's breathing quicken and knew that despite himself, he was enjoying the blowjob. She wished that she were the one sucking his delicious cock, that she were the one whose lips and tongue were driving her husband crazy with unbridled lust.
"Mmmmm! So wonderful to suck cock," Suzee purred, realizing that her words were torturing Cathy. She held one ball in each hand as she brought her supple lips back and forth over the cock. Since Rich's prick wasn't nearly the size of Shark's, Suzee could fit much more of his prick in her mouth.
With her lips halfway down his cockshaft, Suzee rotated her face, tonguing slowly on his prick. She didn't want him to get off too quickly. That would have to wait for later, when she would gulp down his thick gobs of fuck-cream and tease Cathy by swallowing it greedily.
"That's quite enough," Shark said, rising from the chair and finishing his drink. He tossed the glass against the wall, and it shattered, making Rich and Cathy flinch. Unable to see, neither of them were certain what was going to happen next.
Shark grabbed Cathy by the shoulders and turned her so that her ass was toward Rich. Then he turned Rich so that his outstretched, 1 spit-covered prick was aimed at Cathy's virgin asshole.
"Okay, ladies and gentleman, let's find out how much the grand and glorious Dr. Cathy Jarou likes to ass-fuck."
Cathy remained standing, wishing the silk -
rope didn't hold her so rigidly upright, hoping that she could keep her balance with her ankles tied together.
Suzee was still on her knees when she crawled behind Cathy and spread the cheeks of her ass with her thumbs. Then the young girl began licking her brown, puckered asshole, getting it moist. She stabbed her tongue hard at Cathy's asshole, pushing past her ass ring.
"Oh! What are you doing?" Cathy asked as the unusual, but not unpleasant feeling of having a tongue sliding into her asshole gripped her body. She still didn't understand that her ass was being lubricated for her husband's prick.
Shark said: "That's enough. Let's get them together."
He moved in front of Cathy, dropping down to one knee, and grabbed her hips firmly. Suzee grabbed Rich's prick and guided his cockhead to Cathy's spit-drenched asshole.
"Okay . . . now!" Shark said, shoving Cathy's ass backward at the same thing Suzee threw her weight against Rich's back.
Cathy's scream was choked off by the noose around her neck. She teetered to one side, and the rope tightened, cutting off her oxygen. Stabbing pain jerked her body and her knees went weak, tightening the noose even more. Her ass felt like it was torn in two by Rich's prick. Her mouth was open as she struggled to get air. With a slight hop, she was able to right herself again--which got her a lungful of air but didn't stop the horrible pain coming from her ass.
"Awwwww!" she groaned softly.
Shark and Suzee held the couple together, keeping Rich's prick buried up Cathy's asshole. They grinned at each other, and Shark leaned past Cathy to kiss Suzee.
"Give them a bit more time; then we'll really make them fuck," Shark said evilly.
Unconsciously, Cathy dug her fingernails into Rich's stomach. She felt skin ripping, then stopped when she realized that he wasn't the one she should be angry with. When Shark released his grip on her hips, she thrust her hips forward and managed to get Rich's cock almost completely out of her asshole. Then Shark pushed her hips again and the terrible column of iron-hard cock meat was shoved deep up her ass once more. The pain, though, was less severe the second time.
"I'm sorry, baby, there's nothing I can do to stop them," Rich whispered into Cathy's ear. Though he apologized, he was basking in the tight pressure that Cathy's asshole was putting on his throbbing, rigid prick.
"Now fuck her ass, you son of a bitch," Shark said, picking up the knife from the floor and touching the point to Rich's side. "I want you to ass-fuck this bitch hard and fast ... or else."
Cathy started crying again, the tears trickling slowly from her eyes to be soaked up in the blindfold. She felt her husband pull away from her abused backside, then push his cock back into her ass. Strangely, the pain was subsiding faster than she had thought possible. In fact, after he had plunged his cock into her ass five or six times, Cathy found herself twitching her ass and pushing back slightly to meet his lunges.
"Ohhhhh!" Cathy sighed, hoping it would sound like a moan of pain. It didn't. Everybody except Rich knew that she was getting turned-on by the steely prick that reamed her ass.
Suzee played with Rich's balls as he ass-fucked his wife. She tongued his asshole and rolled his cum-laden balls between her fingers, constantly testing him to see how hot he was getting.
Shark slipped a finger into Cathy's juicy cunt, then two, and finally, three. He skewered Cathy's pussy, slamming his fist into her clit each time she pulled away from her husband's invading prick.
"Ohhhhh! No, no, no," Cathy moaned. The fire in her pussy and ass was becoming an inferno. She felt her cunt juices beginning to well up again. The cock in her ass made her feel completely crammed with succulent prick meat.
"Neither of you move," Shark hissed, touching each of them on the neck with his knife to emphasize his command. He motioned for Suzee to start giving him a blowjob, and she instantly crawled to him and began whipping her pert face over his cock.
Shark watched with interest as the young girl mouthed and whacked on his fleshy prick. She was entirely different, physically, from Dr. Cathy Jarou, and the contrast made his prick even harder. Suzee was dark-complected, had almost no tits at all, and her cunt was almost naked of hair. Cathy, on the other hand, had monumental tits, was quite tall, had creamy skin and a thick patch of cunt hair between her legs.
When his cock was fully hard again and the cum was boiling in his balls, Shark pushed Suzee away from his prick. He stepped in front of Cathy, careful to keep his hands away from the cum that was dried on her tits and neck, and rubbed his reddish pricktip against her pussy.
"Ever been sandwiched before, Cathy? I'm going to fuck your pussy while you get ass-fucked. How does that sound to you, eh?"
Cathy didn't answer because if she had, she would have said the idea sounded great. Her husband started reaming her asshole again as she felt the lips of her cunt stretching around the apple-sized crown of Shark's prick. She caught her bottom lip between even, white teeth and tried to keep her balance. The pleasure she was receiving, though, made balance difficult.
"Ohhhhh! Goddamn, she's got a fine pussy," Shark groaned, pumping another four inches of his cock into her juicy, clutching pussy. He could feel Rich's prick sliding in and out of her asshole.
Cathy was totally lost. Blindfolded, with nearly a combined total of twenty-one inches of cockmeat stabbing into her ass and cunt, she was delirious with ecstasy. She jerked her hips back and forth, a cock plowing full-length into her receptive, responsive body no matter which way she moved. She prayed that Rich didn't know how much she was getting off on what was happening to her.
"Ug! Cathy, I'm going to cum! I'm sorry, baby, but I'm going to . . . ieeaahhhhhh!" Rich screamed, thrashing behind his wife as he flooded her asshole with his fuck-cream.
Shark wasn't far behind. He lunged at Cathy, reaming her hungry cunt with his massive cock. His balls slapped against her thighs, then exploded in a fountain of jism.
When it was over and Shark and Suzee were dressed in their black clothes once again, Shark paused to look at Cathy. Cum was dried on her face and tits, and fresh cum ran down the insides of her thighs.
Yes, he thought, she'll never be the same. Her sex life with Rich will change, and never again, will she consider herself a bookish surgeon with little or no passion at all.
Shark put his ski mask back on and unlocked the cuffs from the Jarous' wrists. He left the silk cord wrapped around Cathy's ankles, and Rich's pants were bundled around his ankles.
"Don't either of you move out of this place until we're long gone, understand?" Shark touched his knife to Rich's cheek. "I've left those blindfolds on for a reason, and if I think you've seen us and can identify us, I'll blind both of you. Understand?"
Rich nodded and waited. When he heard the door close, he took off his blindfold and held his wife close. Her warm, soft tits pressed against his chest, and he kissed the top of her head, smelling the sweet fragrance of her shampoo.
"I'm sorry this had to happen, darling," he whispered. Between his legs, his cock was twitching, coming to life. Rich damned himself for being so aware of his wife's lovely body, and when he thought of what it would be like to see her sucking on his prick, his cock sprang to full erection.
"Rich, how could you?" Cathy wailed, seeing her husband with a raging hard-on.
She ran to the bathroom and started tilling the tub with warm water to wash off all the cum that was on her. Settling into the hot suds, she began fantasizing about being on her knees, sucking his prick while the stranger with the enormous cock fucked her doggie-style.
Chapter Six
"How's the party going?" Shark asked, entering the viewing room. Suzee was sitting on the floor, her legs crossed Indian-fashion, watching the eight screens. There were three cameras trained on the party room, five floors above Shark's basement dwelling.
"No one is doing much," Suzee replied softly. When Shark sat in his chair, she crawled between his legs, putting her elbows softly on his knees and looking up into his face with ab- solute adoration. "May I go to it, master?"
"I don't know yet. Let me think about it for a while first." Shark picked out several of the tenants who he wanted to fuck, seeing them on the different screens. He watched Dr. Cathy Jarou in her condo, sitting in her bra and panties as she put on her make-up. A smile twisted his lips. "The Jarous are going to be there. If I let you go, make sure nobody knows we're together."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Shark."
Turning the channel, Shark saw Vickie York putting on lipstick, looking directly into the camera. He laughed. In the background, Sal was tucking his cock back into his pants.
"It looks like Vickie's got herself a sugar daddy finally." He lit a cigarette and blew a stream of smoke at the screen, wondering how good his prick would feel stuffing Vicki's hot mouth. "We should pay Miss York a visit some night. Maybe we could leave her tied up so her sugar daddy could find her. That'd give him a hell of a shock, wouldn't it?"
"Yes, sir, Mr. Shark."
Shark watched the screens for twenty minutes. The party was the annual summer party he threw, though the tenants never really knew who paid for everything. He gave the tenants a free party once each season. Crossing his legs, Shark hoped he looked as good as he felt, decked out in a formal black tuxedo with a frilly white shirt and bow-tie. When he saw Kimberly Rand enter the party room, Shark's extraordinary prick gave a leap in his pants. Kimberly was dressed in tight-fitting knit pants and a sweater that clearly defined her large tits. Her reddish hair jounced around her head in soft curls, and Shark promised himself that he'd fuck the young girl before the evening was finished.
"What do you think of Kimberly Rand, Suzee? Would you like to eat her pussy and suck on her tits?"
"Oh, yes, master! I would like that very much. She is young, like me!"
Shark patted Suzee Wong's head, then rubbed his prick lightly through his trousers. He watched as Kimberly picked up a glass of soda and sipped at it.
A plot. That's what Shark needed if he was going to fuck Kimberly. He didn't want to rape her. Not like he had raped Cathy Jarou. Kimberly was different. Young, attractive, short, with tits nearly as large as Cathy's; Shark decided that the teenager probably had plenty of boys trying to paw her body. The smooth approach, he decided, would be the best. Put a couple drinks into her, then throw out the smooth lines guaranteed to make her knees melt. Knees melt. Shark envisioned Kimberly whimpering with absolute happiness as she dropped to her knees and brought out his big fuck-stick. He could actually see in his mind her trembling lips surrounding the end of his prick. Shark could feel her young, slick tongue sliding restlessly on the underside of his cock, exciting him into spewing his hot cum into her mouth until she choked with the immensity of his climax.
"Suzee, you stay there for right now," Shark said, rising from his chair. "Man the cameras and record anything that goes on. I get the feeling that there's going to be a lot of fucking and sucking going on before this evening is over, and I want it recorded for posterity."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Shark," Suzee replied, hiding her displeasure. There was a hunger in her pussy that needed to be quenched, and the only way to do that was get it filled with a hard cock.
Ninety minutes later, more than a few of the guests at Shark's party were a little drunk. Vickie York's eyes were glassy from the champagne she had drank. Dr. Cathy Jarou and her husband were both a little drunk and hadn't stopped dancing since the music started.
Shark had been talking to Kimberly Rand for thirty minutes and slipped her three glasses of champagne which she quickly downed so that her father wouldn't see her drinking. Shark, true to his nickname, had spotted a weakness in the girl and was certain that he would be able to cash in on the teenager's vulnerability.
"Why don't we take a short walk?" Shark said, standing so close to the short, big-titted girl that he could smell the sweetness of her perfume. "From the look in your eyes, I see I've given you one glass of champagne too many."
Kimberly looked up at Shark with adoring eyes, then looked through the crowd. Her father was in a serious conversation with another man, discussing, she guessed, the stock market. That's what her father always talked about. That was the only thing her father talked about.
"If Father catches me, I'll get grounded."
"Then we'll have to be careful that he doesn't catch us, mustn't we?" Shark's smile was convincing, and he knew it. Kimberly was looking at him with nothing less than hero worship in her eyes as he led her through the crowd and out the back door.
Kimberly's three-inch stiletto heels clicked softly on the concrete walkway, and she staggered slightly. Shark's arm went around her slender waist instantly, and she felt nervous about having such an older man touching her, but she decided that his arm felt good. His fingers, touching her side just beneath her right tit, seemed to move ever so slightly along her flesh, caressing her through the tight-fitting sweater.
Kimberly chatted softly, feeling grown-up and secure with Shark. She never noticed that he was leading her to the back of the condominium complex, where there was very little light and plenty of shadows to hide in.
"I love your red hair," Shark said. "It smells so fresh and clean."
Kimberly turned and faced Shark. She was unaware that they were standing in a dark shadow. "I haven't got red hair. My hair is strawberry blonde." She stroked the shoulder-length, silken waves, smiling impishly. "But thank you anyway."
Shark paused to look at the girl. She had such tits! Big, milky melons of flesh that excited him, even confined as they were in the sweater. Inasmuch as Kimberly was barely over five feet tall, her tits seemed more out-sized than they really were. Larger even than Cathy's, at least on appearance.
"You're sweet . . . but young."
The words first pleased Kimberly, then embittered her. "I'm not a little kid!" she snapped. "Father thinks of me as a little kid, but I'm not. Really I'm not!"
Shark's reply was calculated. "Well, that may be true, but you're not exactly a woman yet. And, after all, I'm not a teenager still, either."
"What are you saying? Are you saying that I'm too young to be a woman?"
Then it all flooded over Kimberly. The neglect of her father, the boys her own age who pawed at her tits and tried to feel her cunt. Finally, she was with a man who didn't try to have his hands all over her body, and because he didn't try, he was the one she wanted. She slipped her arms around Shark's waist, pressing her huge tits into his stomach. She tried to kiss him on the lips, but he tilted his head up, away from hers.
"Miss Rand . . . there are things that I don't think you understand. Things that a man and woman do together that a young girl your age just doesn't understand," Shark said, feeling victory at hand.
"I'll learn," Kimberly whispered, her voice hushed with excitement. "You can teach me. I'll learn. I promise I'll learn."
"No!" Shark hissed, grabbing Kimberly by the shoulders and pushing her back. "I just don't think you can do it. Maybe you're not ready."
"I'm ready. Really I am." Kimberly's eyes were limpid pools. She really wanted to fuck Shark now. She wanted him as she had never wanted anything in her life.
Kimberly wasn't unaware of her physical charms. Since Shark was unwilling to take her as she was, she was willing to go to drastic means to get him. Hooking her fingers into the bottom of her sweater, she suddenly pulled the garment up. The material clung tightly to her body, pulling at her bra-encased tits, then slipped over her head. She pulled her arms out and dropped the sweater to the grass.
"Well, do I still seem like a child to you?" she asked, her voice trembling but taunting.
Kimberly's plump, round, creamy tits spilled out of a white, rather conservative bra. The golden moons were held high and pushed together. She saw the growing cock bulge in Shark's pants and wished she knew what to do next. Should she take her bra off? Or should she wait and let him do that? Could they fuck right here on the grass?
"Kimberly . . . Kimberly . . . Kimberly . . . you don't understand," Shark purred, touching the teenager's naked, warm shoulders. "There are things a woman does that you probably haven't even heard about. Not even in the locker room talk at school."
"Tell me. Please, tell me what to do!"
Shark swallowed the lump in his throat. The moment of truth was at hand, and he couldn't judge, in advance, what the girl's response would be.
"Get down on your knees, Kimberly. Get down on your knees and take my cock out.
Then I want you to put it in your mouth. I want you to suck my prick and lick it, taking as much of it in and out of your mouth as you can."
Kimberly couldn't believe her ears. Slowly, she knelt before Shark. Part of her wanted to run and hide. But another part of her wanted to be all grown-up as she liked to call herself. Licking her lips, Kimberly looked up at Shark's face. There was nothing there. She couldn't tell what he was thinking because there simply wasn't any expression on his face at all.
"Go ahead, Kimberly. Now is your chance to prove to me that you're not a little girl."
Her trembling fingers caught the tab of Shark's zipper and brought it down. Then, reaching a tiny hand inside his pants, she wrapped her fingers around a cockshaft that was soft, long and warm to the touch. She struggled, bending his soft prick, and pulling the cock out. Having never seen a prick before, Kimberly didn't know that all pricks were this huge. The thought of taking the monster between her legs and up her cunt made her shiver.
"You really want me to ... " Kimberly said, leaving the sentence unfinished. She stroked his prick, pulling the foreskin back on the pole to stretch it tight around the cockhead. She was unaware of the fact that she had her sweater off outside where someone passing by could see her. The teenager with the large, firm tits was unaware of everything but the cock that dangled near her face and throbbed in her hand.
She stroked his shaft slowly, feeling his cock growing in her fist. Her lips were just inches from the fat crown of his cock as she stroked Shark's meat. She licked her lips nervously, and his cock leaped in her hand, growing another inch. His prick was so thick now she couldn't reach all the way around it.
"What am I doing?" she asked herself quietly. "What on earth am I doing?"
The cock jumped again, and this time, the knob, warm and spongy, touched her moist lips. Kimberly kissed his cockhead, softly at first, then harder, leaving the imprint of her lips in pink lipstick on the flesh. Her tongue flicked out quickly and grazed over the tip.
"Oh! Your cock tastes salty," she said.
Kimberly stretched her tongue out and, using just the tip, ran it around his cockhead until it glistened in the moonlight. Then, kissing his cockhead again, she let her lips open and took part of his cock's crown into her mouth.
"Uh! Ohhhhhh!" Shark moaned. He still had his hands on his hips, looking down impassively at Kimberly. Shark was aware of the raging fire that was building in his balls.
Kimberly brought her pert face back and forth, almost sipping tenderly at the head of Shark's prick. Her tongue slithered along the underside of his knob, exploring more and more of the warm, wrinkled flesh all the time. Her tongue flicked over his cock as she became more inquisitive, more courageous, causing his prick to stretch to its full size of thirteen inches.
"Are all . . . things . . . this big?" Kimberly asked, looking up at Shark's face. He was basked in shadows, and all she saw was the lusty glow in his eyes.
"No, my dear. You'll find that my prick is at least twice the size of most cocks. Consider yourself lucky." Shark waited for Kimberly to continue sucking. When she didn't he urged her. "Suck, my dear. Start sucking my cock. What you're doing is very nice, but you've got to keep at it if you're ever going to get your just reward. Let the blowjob continue."
Kimberly thought: Just reward? I wonder what he means by that? Respect, she finally decided on. He would respect her as a woman and not a child. Kissing his cockhead, she sucked his entire pricktip into her mouth. Her full lips formed a perfect O around his cock while her tongue rubbed incessantly along the underside of the clefted knob.
"Mmmm!" Kimberly moaned instinctively. She pushed her face forward, taking more of his raging prick into the hot, wet recesses of her hungry mouth. When pre-cum seeped onto her frisking tongue, Kimberly backed away from his prick, not knowing what it was she tasted. Deciding that the salty essence of jism wasn't bad-tasting at all, she gulped the cockhead into her mouth until it was at the back of her mouth.
"Go, Kimberly, go," Shark hissed, watching her lips gliding slowly along his prick, riding over the ridge of his cock-knob. "Stroke my cock while you suck. That really feels great."
The young girl mewed like a contented kitten. A handsome man was giving her compliments on the way she was doing a womanly thing. She brought her tiny hand back and forth along his prickshaft and sucked harder on his cockhead. Her cheeks sank inward, bulging out only with the edge of the cockhead rubbed along the inside of her cheeks.
"Mmmmffff! Ummm!" Kimberly purred, salivating heavily around the fat pole of blood and muscle that stuffed her mouth.
A bubble of spit formed at the corner of her mouth, then burst and trickled down her chin. She wiped the spit off with her free hand while continuing to jack off and suck his enormous prick.
Kimberly's heavy tits rose and fell with her rapid breathing. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she squirmed on the grass, bringing her supple, rich lips back and forth over his cock with greater urgency. She didn't know what to expect, but there was a strange itching in her pussy that she couldn't really explain. She had felt the itching before--like the time when she was riding her bicycle and the seat rubbed her clit--but she couldn't understand why her cunt felt this way now. After all, Shark hadn't touched her cunt. The only stimulation she had was from her lips, which dragged sensually over the new, foreign piece of flesh that made her mouth water.
"Mmmmmm!" Kimberly moaned again, louder than ever before. She pistoned her face to and fro, sucking feverishly on his prick. Her tongue blazed over the hot, hard, slick flesh, rubbing over the cockhead to wipe off the pre-cum that formed there, sliding down along the shaft to feel the pulse pounding in the tube.
Whimpering joyously, Kimberly grabbed Shark's prick with both hands, jacking on the cockshaft with her fists while she gulped his cockhead deep into her mouth. Her hair flitted back and forth over her shoulders, and her tits, bulging magnificently from her heavy breathing, threatened to spill from the cups of her bra.
"Go to it, cocksucker! Eat my fucking prick!" Shark groaned as the cum rose to a boiling point in his balls.
Kimberly released his cockhead from her mouth, still holding the shaft in both hands as she looked up at Shark. "Please don't talk to me so dirty. You make me feel cheap."
"I told you to suck my cock," Shark hissed angrily. "Now, either you continue with the blowjob, or get the fuck away from me. I haven't got time to mess around with little children."
Kimberly's eyes pooled with tears once again. Her lips moved soundlessly.
"Tell me you want to suck my prick," Shark commanded. "I want to hear you beg for my cock."
"Please ..."
"Say you want to suck my cock until I come in your mouth."
Kimberly was lost. She didn't want to degrade herself by seeming to be such a begging nymphomaniac, but she also didn't want Shark to leave her.
"I-I want to give you a blowjob," Kimberly whispered, staring at the blinking eye of Shark's prick. "I want you to come in my mouth."
She kissed his cockhead, then sucked the bulbous tip into her mouth. Her hands moved back and forth on his iron-hard column of prickmeat, pushing and pulling the skin over the inner core of hardened flesh. Wanting to please Shark in every way possible, she tried to take his cockhead into her throat and was surprised when she felt his knob stretching her throat without any uncomfort to herself, "Mmmmmm!" Kimberly moaned, pulling back, then taking three extra inches of Shark's prick into her hot, wet mouth. Her throat bulged out massively, accommodating to the thickness of Shark's prick.
"Hot damn! That's good cocksucking," Shark hissed, pushing his hips at Kimberly.
When she pulled away, she tilted her head back slightly, and for the first time, Shark had an excellent view of her sucking his prick. The paleness of his prick jutting into her face excited him. Her jaw was open as far as it could possibly be opened, and she was blowing him as energetically as anyone ever had.
"When I cum in your mouth, I want you to swallow it all, Kimberly. It's very important not to waste any of my cum."
Kimberly didn't fully understand what Shark was saying to her, but she did sense that he was pleased with the way her lips and tongue were working on his prick. That was all the encouragement she needed to piston her face over his hot prick faster and more willingly than ever. She gulped five inches of cock down her throat, cooing lustily, amazed with herself.
"Ieeaahhhh! Take it, cocksucker! Take my fucking cum!"
Kimberly had the knob of Shark's prick deep in her throat when she feit it throb. Something sticky gushed down her throat, and she pulled back so that his pulsating, expanding cockhead was resting on her tongue. A second blast of fuck-cream splattered over her tongue and against the back of her mouth.
"Mmmmm!" she squealed, surprised at the force with which the hot, creamy, pungent fluid erupted from Shark's prick. Kimberly swallowed hungrily, just as Shark had ordered, and stroked faster, with both hands on his meat. Her lips rocketed back and forth, squeezing his cockhead tightly, rubbing the sensitive ridge of his knob.
The endless bolts of fuck-cream deluged her hot mouth, only to be swallowed as quickly as they came. Kimberly sucked and tongued his spewing, jerking prick as she lunged, taking his cock partially down her throat. She was able to fit more than half of Shark's prick into her mouth and throat, and by the way he was grunting and squirming, she knew her blowjob was the kind he liked.
When the floodtide of cum finally stopped filling Kimberly's mouth, she continued to suck his prick, taking it down her throat even as it shrank in size.
"Stop now," Shark said, his voice a hushed whisper. "You've done just fine, Kimberly. You've got to stop now."
Sighing, Kimberly brought her face off his prick sadly, but continued to stroke it with her hands. She kissed his cockhead and lapped at the blobs of cream that clung to the knob. When his cock was clean, she let go of it and noticed that only half of it was wet from her spit. The base of the cock and much of the shaft were completely dry.
"Was I supposed to take the whole thing into my mouth?" Kimberly was innocently watching his prick shrink as it hung out of his pants.
"If you can, my darling. Only if you can."
Grabbing her sweater, Kimberly put it back on, then got to her feet. She had never been in love before--not even puppy love--so she thought the emotions she felt for Shark were the real thing. Actually, she had, as had so many other women, fallen in love with Shark's prick.
Chapter Seven
"You know, my ass is still sore from you," Cathy whispered into Rich's ear as they danced. "What terrible things those two made us do!"
"Yes," Rich agreed, lying through his teeth. "What terrible things ..."
Cathy's tits rubbed against her husband's chest as they danced, sending tingles of pleasure throughout her body. Her fingers toyed with the hair at the back of his head, and she gave his hand a soft, promising squeeze. She was horny. Shark and Suzee had ignited a fire in her body that one night of harsh, brutal fucking didn't extinguish. She vividly remembered the taste of Shark's prick as it stretched her lips. Her pussy, as though it, too, had a memory, longed for Shark's awesome, giant prick to stuff it.
"Why don't we go upstairs to our bedroom?" Cathy whispered, her tongue flicking out to graze over Rich's earlobe. "I think there's going to be a long night ahead of us."
Rich chuckled, wishing he hadn't drank as much as he had. The feeling of having a young mouth sliding back and forth over his throbbing cock was something that he couldn't forget. It was more exciting than anything he had done in bed with Cathy before. Would she want to suck his cock? Had the rapist forced her to give him a blowjob? Rich hadn't asked those questions to Cathy, fearing that she would be too emotionally despondent to answer.
As they swayed with the music, Cathy slipped her right foot closer to Rich so that his leg was between her thighs. Dipping her body briefly, she rubbed her cunt against his leg, hoping that nobody else noticed what she was doing.
"Oh!" she gasped, feeling the pressure against her hungry cunt. "Darling, I want to fuck you so bad!"
"And I want you!"
"Let's get out of here," Cathy said, quickly rubbing her pussy against Rich's thigh again. "I can't wait for you any longer. I need your cock, Rich. I need it in my pussy."
It was difficult for him to believe that she was begging him to fuck her. It wasn't that she had been frigid in their marriage. She was anything but frigid. It was that in the entire time they had been married, she had never started the fucking.
Saying a silent thank-you to the two masked rapists, Rich took Cathy's hand in his and led her toward the door. They were almost out when Sal, obviously drunk, ran up to Rich and threw his arm around the man's shoulder.
"Rich! It's Rich, ain't it? We met earlier tonight. Hey, I'd like you to meet my girl over here," Sal said, his whisky breath washing over Rich like a foul wave. "She's a real doll, really! Come on, bring your wife, too."
Rich and Cathy were anything but pleased about being diverted from the bedroom, but they couldn't refuse Sal without seeming blatantly unfriendly. Cathy shrugged her shoulders, causing her tits to jounce, and nodded for Sal to lead the way.
Sal still had one arm over Rich's shoulders, but when he put his arm around Cathy's, his hand dipped down low enough so that his fingertips grazed over her tit. Cathy felt the electricity from his fingers zip through her body, and she wondered whether he had touched her sensitive nipple accidentally or on purpose. Could he be the rapist? she wondered. Then, realizing that her rapist was slender and Sal was heavyset, she dismissed him as just another wealthy drunk who just might be a horny wealthy drunk.
Names were exchanged and Vickie York eyed Rich up and down. Sal had told her that he was interested in getting laid by the classy looking dame--I hear she's a doctor or some-thin'. Vicki, therefore, was to sidetrack Rich long enough for Sal to try his moves. If necessary, Vicki was to use any means necessary to keep Rich away from Cathy.
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Shark burst into the video room, a wild look on his face. Suzee was in position, waiting to record any sexy action, keeping a close eye on the party.
"Kimberly Rand just gave me a blowjob," Shark said, peeling off his bow tie. "That young cunt sucked like a vaccuum cleaner on my prick!"
Suzee giggled childishly, sitting on the floor.
Turning his attention to the bank of televi- sion sets, Shark noticed Sal talking with Cathy, taking her elbow as he led her out of the party room. Rich and Vicki remained at the party.
"I wonder what the fuck those four are up to?" Shark whispered. He took the control from Suzee and punched a button. The video camera in the hallway, obstensibly placed there for security reasons. Cathy and Sal came into view, walking toward the camera, heading for the stairway leading up to the higher-priced condominiums.
"I've got to get in on this," Shark said, rising quickly and stripping out of his clothes. "Suzee, you be ready with the recorder. This evening is going to have something cooking soon!"
Though Cathy was a little tipsy, she knew what Sal had in mind. When they were on a Stairwell landing, she pulled her elbow out of his grasp and turned to face him.
"Listen, I'm not going up to your place, and that's all there is to it," she said, trying to look stern. "You're a nice guy, Sal, but I'm not going to fuck you."
"Hey, don't get so defensive! All I'm asking you to do is come over for a drink. A nice, harmless drink!" He spread his arms out, palms up in an exasperated gesture: "Nobody trusts anybody any more!"
Cathy tried to walk past Sal, heading for the party and her husband, but he caught her arm again, spinning her around so she faced him. He, too, was drunk. The difference was, when Sal got drunk, he liked to try some strange pussy, and wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"Come on, give Sal a little kiss," he said, grabbing her arms.
Cathy pushed away from Sal until her back was to the wall. He tried to kiss her, and she felt his wet lips fastening on her warm, smooth neck. The smell of whisky was revolting to her senses and, without really knowing what she was doing, she lashed up with her knee. Her knee grazed against the inside of Sal's thigh, then crashed upward into his balls, ripping the air out of his lungs.
"Uhh! Awwwwww!" he groaned, grabbing at his cock and balls as he doubled over. Hatred burned in his eyes as he looked up at Cathy.
"I--I'm sorry," she said, touching his shoulder as he hunched over. "I don't know what came over me. It's just that I told you not to--"
The shock of catching Sal's backhand across the face sent Cathy reeling against the opposite wall. She blinked her eyes, trying to focus them. A massive hand clutched her honey-colored hair, bouncing her head off the concrete wall.
"You stupid bitch, I've killed for less than that!" Sal hissed.
Cathy grabbed Sal's wrist with both her hands, fighting to keep him from pulling her hair too hard. It's happening all over again, she thought. Last night and now tonight!
"Let me go, damn you!" Cathy tried to kick Sal again, but he moved away and her foot skipped harmlessly up the outside of his thigh.
When they heard footsteps, both stopped and waited to see who was coming. Cathy's heart raced, thinking that a hero was on his way to help her out of the predicament she had unwittingly gotten herself into. However, all hopes were cast aside when she saw the tall, black-garbed, masked figure who had forced her to fuck and suck the night before.
"What the fuck?" Sal exclaimed, watching Shark run up the stairs. "Who the fuck are you?"
"What the fuck do you care, dipshit? We're both looking for the same thing!" Shark had the silk cords looped over one shoulder, and several pairs of stainless steel handcuffs tucked into his belt. He grabbed Cathy by the throat, leaning close to her, his eyes blazing through the holes of the black ski mask. "Don't make a sound, lady, or you get to taste the knife.
Understand?"
Cathy stared into Shark's eyes. She had seen those eyes before when the face wasn't hidden by a mask, but she couldn't remember where. She swallowed hard, wishing her mouth wasn't so dry, and nodded her head.
"This rotten bitch kicked me in the balls just because I tried to kiss her," Sal said, deciding that the hooded man was an ally and not an enemy. "Filthy bitch."
"What she needs is a fast lesson in obedience," Shark said, grabbing Cathy's wrist.
Her head still ringing from being banged against the wall, Cathy was spun around, and the steel handcuffs were once again locked tight around her wrists. She thought of fighting the men, and even of screaming, then decided against it. Curiosity as much as fear prevented her from making a scene. She was pushed into a corner, and the men faced her, an evil grin on Sal's face as he rubbed his sore balls.
"Have at her, man," Shark said generously. "I figure you've got the right, being first in line and all."
"No, not again," Cathy sobbed, pushing herself harder into the corner. When Sal put his hands on her face and kissed her, she tasted his tongue as it slithered over her lips, trying to get into her mouth.
The ember of desire began to smolder in her cunt, and she moaned. Her lips parted, and she accepted Sal's slick tongue as it explored her mouth. When he pushed himself away from her, she was breathing heavily, her tits straining against her bra and the bodice of her dress.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, knowing the answer before asking the question. "Please, take these cuffs off me."
Cathy was defenseless as Sal reached out and grabbed her tits. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back on her shoulders, fighting against the hot flush that turned her cheeks a rosy-pink. Her nipples were fiery little buds of sensitive, aroused tit flesh, sending itching tingles throughout her body--especially to her cunt.
Sal rubbed his hands roughly over Cathy's full tits, feeling her nipples become hard under his palms. Grabbing her dress at the V-neck, he tore down. Buttons popped off without much resistance, falling to the concrete floor and bouncing.
"Oh! Please don't do this," Cathy said, looking down her body. Her tits were exposed, held tight and high in her bra. Her thigh-high, black silk hose and matching panties drew the men's eyes, and she knew it.
"Come on, sweetheart, show Sal some lovin'," he said, pushing Cathy's dress off her shoulders so it hung from her bound wrists.
He grabbed her tits and kissed her ripe, warm mouth again, this time feeling her lips move against his. Slipping his fingers into the narrow stretch of material between the bra's cups, he tore the garment and pushed it down her arms.
"Ohhhhhh! Why me? Why me?" Cathy sighed, turning her face away from Sal as he kissed her warm neck. Her tits were hot and trembling under Sal's hands. When he released one of her tits and sucked the nipple into his mouth, she cooed hungrily, looking into Shark's eyes. "You're the one responsible. You're the one responsible for this."
Shark chuckled and pulled down his zipper. He looked up the stairwell and waved to the camera positioned there, hoping that Suzee had turned the video recorder system on.
Cathy trembled from head to foot when Sal's fingers slipped under the elastic band of her panties, then pushed through her thich bush of cunthair. When his middle finger grazed over her hard, quivering clit, she squealed and teetered. The concrete was cold against the warm flesh of her naked back and she wondered if the men were going to take her someplace comfortable, or fuck her right there on the stairway landing.
"Mmmmmffff!" Sal slurped, sucking hard on one taut, distended nipple. He shoved Cathy's panties down her thighs and then reamed her pussy with one blunt, dry finger. She gasped at the intrusion, which heightened his enjoyment. "Big, beautiful tits," he hissed, moving his mouth from one nipple to the other.
Unconsciously, Cathy spread her legs a little more, giving Sal room enough to jab his finger full-length up her hungry, moist cunt. Her clit was red-hot, throbbing, beating between her legs, sending slick pussyjuice to the petals of her cunt. Sal's finger slipped smoothly through her cunt, driving far into her fuck-channel.
"Get these fuckers off," Sal said, plucking his finger from Cathy's pussy, then shredding her panties.
Sal dropped his pants, bringing out his half-hard prick. He looked at Shark's enormous prick and shook his head in admiration.
"Mister, I don't know who the hell you are, but that cock should be registered as a deadly weapon."
"Why don't we let her give us some head, then we'll fuck the bitch, eh?"
"Sounds good to me." Sal put his hands on Cathy's shoulders and pushed her to her knees. He looked into her eyes, liking the fear and excitement he saw there. "Hey, are you really a doctor?"
Cathy felt the hard, cold floor pressing against her knees. She looked at the two pricks that dangled near her face, smelling the musty aroma of the prick flesh. "Yes. I'm a surgeon."
Sal laughed lightly and said: "Well then, doctor, see if you can work some medical wonders with your mouth to make my prick feel better."
The young surgeon didn't resist when Sal hooked his hand behind her head and pulled her face to his cock. She opened her mouth and caught his cockhead between her lips. Instantly, her tongue began to move, slowly at first, then faster as she applied a strong suction to his prick. She swallowed Sal's entire prick into her hot, slippery mouth, her lips squeezing firmly around the base of his fleshy fucker.
"Ohhhhh! Suck it, Doc! Suck my prick!" Sal groaned. He undulated his hips, fucking his growing prick back and forth between her lips while holding her head still. He felt the head of his cock smack against the back of her throat, and his prick leaped, coming to full attention as it sprouted from his body like a flag pole.
"Ummmmm!" Cathy mewled, curling her tongue around the bulbous tip of Sal's prick.
While she sucked, Shark was rubbing the tip of his enormous cock against her hollowed cheek, and she found herself hungry once again for the taste of his cock. She wished she had free use of her hands so that she could at least whack on one prick while sucking on the other, but she knew that asking to have the handcuffs taken off was out of the question.
"Come on, don't get greedy," Shark protested, stroking his prickshaft. "I want to have some of that hot mouth, too."
Sal obliged, uncorking his prick from Cathy's hotly sucking mouth. His prick jerked about at his waist, dripping with saliva, slick and greasy from the young doctor's hot, wet mouth.
Cathy turned her face toward Shark and gladly sucked his enormous cockhead between her lips. The pre-cum was, as she remembered, strong and salty. Her tongue laved over his spongy, reddish colored cock-knob, running slick, quick circles around the head.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned, then silenced herself when she remembered that these men were actually raping her . . . even if she was enjoying giving blowjobs to strange cocks.
As she gave Shark a blowjob, Cathy was turned slightly by Sal, who knelt on the floor behind her. He pushed her wrists higher up her back, which caused some pain in her shoulders, and nudged the head of his cock against the dewy mouth of her pussy.
"Just keep suckin', Doc, while I see what kind of snappy pussy you've got," Sal chuckled.
The floor was hard and uncomfortable under his knees, but he forgot all about that once he lunged at Cathy and buried half of his thick prick into her fuck-channel. The blonde's pussy seemed to suck his prick in, like her mouth had done earlier, and Sal groaned with satisfaction when he felt the hot, oily pussyjuice coating his throbbing prick.
Cathy pushed her ass backward, engulfing the rest of Sal's cock with her pussy while she pulled away from the jaw-stretching cock that ovaled her lips. The pain in her shoulders was more intense now that she was slowly moving back and forth, and she wished Sal would lighten up on the pressure. Still, to tell him as much would mean somehow getting Shark's steelish, foot-long prick out of her mouth. She wasn't interested in doing that, so she continued to suck as much of Shark's cock into her mouth as she could.
Sal's driving jackhammer thrusts sent his cock stabbing full-length into Cathy's cunt from behind. She felt his hips slamming against her taut asscheeks while his prick rubbed her throbbing, hard clit into a frenzy. The pussyjuice was flowing freely from her pussy now, trickling down the insides of her thighs to get soaked up in her dark, silk hose.
"Mmmmmfff! Ummmmm! Ohhhfff!" she slurped, chewing on Shark's heavily veined cock while wiggling her ass backward on Sal's prick. Her pussylips dragged along the surface of Sal's cock, pulling and pushing the skin over the solid core of muscle inside. Her cunt muscles milked and kneaded his responsive column of cockmeat, squeezing it tight as it skewered her deeply.
"Suck him, bitch! Suck his cock!" Sal hissed in Cathy's ear. He released her wrists, leeting them fall to a more comfortable position at the small of her back, and reached around her body to cup her firm tits.
"Mmmmfff!" she groaned, feeling the electrical jolts of passion rip through her body when Sal grabbed her hot nipples. She squirmed on the floor, tossing her body back and forth on the pricks that invaded her from front and back. Her pink, nubby nipples were ablaze with desire, sending her soaring higher and higher into fuck-crazed, wanton desire. ,, "Eat me, baby! Eat me!" Shark moaned, grabbing Cathy's head. He swirled her silky blonde hair around, enjoying the softness of the strands against his palms. The sound of her lips moving on his cock as he thrust it at her mouth and the sound of Sal's prick rocketing deep into her pussy, filled the small stairway landing and added to Shark's excitement.
Looking at the security camera, Shark hoped once again that Suzee had turned on the recorder. He guessed that his young assistant was fingering her tight, almost hairless pussy as she watched the television. "Damn it, man, I can't take much . . . much more of this hot pussy," Sal groaned, squeezing Cathy's tits harder. His fingers dug deep into the pliable moons of tit flesh.
A trickle of spit running down her chin, Cathy groaned deep in her cock-stuffed throat when Sal mauled her tits. He was pulling too hard on her nipples and digging his fingertips too deeply into her flesh to make it enjoyable. She twisted her face around, moving Shark's prick from check to cheek, causing her face to twist hideously.
"Don't hold back," Shark said, suddenly aware that he was without any weapons and would really be in a jam if anyone decided to take the stairs. "Cum in her hot cunt, and give her everything you've got!"
Cum! Cathy thought. Hot cum soon! The tension built in her cunt, and she thrashed on the floor, her knees becoming bruised from her frantic contortions. A moment later, her pussylips began trembling around the driving prick, tightening and relaxing in quick succession. Her pussyjuice backed up, then spewed out of her quaking cunt.
"Ummmffff! Ug! Ommmmgggg!" she gurgled around Shark's fuck-stick as she came. Slick pussy oil gushed from her overheated cunt, rolling down her thighs to her nylons.
Her milking pussy urged cum from Sal's balls, and Cathy wasn't quite finished with one climax when a second one gripped her. Feeling her cunt get flooded with cock cream, she whimpered and tossed her ass up and down on Sal's jetting fuck-stick.
"Ohhhh! Cocksucking slut!" he shrieked as he jabbed his prick as hard as possible into Cathy's cunt from behind. His jerking balls slapped against her thighs wetly as they pumped out their heavy load of jism.
The climax lasted only a few moments for Cathy and Sal, but neither of them thought it was an unsatisfying experience. Cathy kept her mouth bobbing to and fro on Shark's cock while her cunt juice gushed out. Her breath wheezed through her nostrils as she struggled to get enough air. Her big-nippled tits rolled tautly back and forth beneath her burning embers of desire that needed only a gentle touch to send her rocketing off into a third orgasm.
"Okay, now let me fuck her," Shark said, pushing Cathy's face from his cock.
"Noooo! Let me drink your cum!" Cathy wailed in weak protest. "You fucked me last time. Let me suck you off now!"
Shark was too close to cumming to argue with her. Besides, having someone as beautiful as Dr. Cathy Jarou begging to drink his wad was as much of a turn-on as he needed to really shoot his nuts off. He grabbed two silky hand-fuls of Cathy's hair and plunged his cock back into her mouth.
She was ashamed of the words she had spoken, but she knew that she had told the truth. She really did want to suck Shark off until he deluged her frisking tongue with his hot, creamy load of fuck-cream.
His greasy prick stabbed at her mouth, rubbing over her thrashing tongue to strike the opening of her throat. She tried to pull her head back, but Shark's fingers were entwined tightly in her hair, and she couldn't. To her surprise, his huge cock shoved partially down her throat without the slightest difficulty. She sucked urgently on his prick as it pulled back.
When Shark thrust his prick at her again, she was ready for him. His pricktip smaslied against the back of her mouth, then skewered her expanding, relaxed throat. His cock didn't stop driving into her until all of it was buried in her throat and her rosy, tingling lips were wrapped around the root.
"Ahhhhhh! Fucking cocksuker!"
The gorgeous deep-throating doctor tried to get the pulsating prick out of her throat so she could breathe, but Shark held her so fiercely, she couldn't do anything. Her pert nose was mashed in his cock's bush. She felt his pricktip flexing in her throat and felt, but did not taste, his jism shooting into her stomach. His massive, thick cylinder of cockmeat was so deep in her mouth, she thought his cockhead was probably in her chest somewhere. Her need for air grew greater, and finally, she felt his jumping, spewing prick begin to relax.
"Ohhhhhh!" Shark sighed, his voice trailing off as his cum emptied down Cathy's throat. As soon as he released his grip on her honey-colored hair, she fell to her side on the floor, her monumental tits heaving.
"S--so deep," she gasped. "Your cock was so deep in my throat. I c--couldn't . . . breathe."
Shark picked up the silk ropes he had dropped on the floor and quickly, with the help of Sal, tied Cathy's ankles to the hand-railings. When he was finished, he inspected his work, smiling sadistically.
"You can't leave me like this! Please, you can't leave me alone like this!" Cathy cried. She was on her back on the stairway landing, her feet up and raised, tied to the handrailings so that her cum-drenched pussy was exposed.
"We can do anything we want, Doctor," Shark replied, tucking his prick back in his pants. VThere's not a fucking thing you can do to stop us, either."
Cathy shifted her weight so that less pressure was on her wrists, which were still handcuffed behind her back. Her whole body quiv- ered as she thought about what would happen to her. The next person to come up the stairs could, if he or she so chose, fuck the living hell out of her. As she watched the two men leaving--Shark going downstairs and Sal going upstairs--she wondered what the near future held in store for her.
Chapter Eight
Vickie was getting nervous. Rich was anxious to get back together with his wife, and the lump of cockmeat in his pants told her why he was in such a hurry. Also, he couldn't find Cathy or Sal at the party, and that didn't make him any too happy.
"Come on, baby, don't worry about it," Vickie said, touching Rich's chest with her fingertips and intentionally brushing one lush, firm tit against his forearm. She snatched the drink from his hand and quickly filled it with a fresh one. "Maybe they went for a walk, or somethin'."
Vickie wished she hadn't drunk so much. She was beginning to like Rich and didn't need to drink alcohol to find the courage to fuck him. What she wasn't prepared for was Sal's wrath, particularly since anyone as rich and influential as Sal could help or hurt her budding acting career.
"Where the hell is she?" Rich growled. He, too, had drunk more than he wanted to. When his anger flared, he unthinkingly drank faster, making the problem even worse. "Jesus Christ, what the hell is the matter with that woman?"
Vickie took Rich's arm in hers, once again brushing her tit against him. A flush of desire flooded her senses when her nipple, even through her blouse and bra, was rubbed, sending a hot electrical current through her veins. The crotch of her tight-fitting, shiny pants rubbed against her pussy, and she felt her panties getting moist with cuntjuice.
"If you're going to swear like that," Vickie said, "the least we can do is stand in the corner so others won't hear you."
Before he knew it, Rich was in a secluded, dark corner, partially hidden from the other people at the party. The heady tempo of a rock-and-roll tune vibrated against the walls, and he was suddenly aware of the fresh fragrance of Vickie's perfume. Looking down at her, he found her lovely and inviting. Her lips gleamed with pink gloss, her eyebrows were as thin as pencil lines, her big brown eyes shining with a strange softness. He saw the golden upper swells of her firm tits thrusting out, stretching her blouse. He saw the frilly top of her bra, and his prick gave an involuntary lurch in his pants.
"You're really quite lovely," Rich said, his voice even, cultured. "I guess I've been rude to you, talking about my wife so much."
Vickie smiled, moving so close that her tits nearly touched Rich's chest. "You don't have to apologize. The woman's given you a hard-on, and you want to get rid of it in the only acceptable manner--by cumming. There's nothing to apologize about that. Nothing wrong with it."
"I . . . ah . . . well ..." Rich stammered. He didn't think that his erection was as visible as it was.
Vickie put her hand around Rich's neck, bending him down. She met his lips with a wet, open mouth. Her tongue slithered over his lips, then delved into his mouth as she kissed hungrily. Sal, after all, had told her to detain Rich any way possible . . .
"Mmmmmmm!" Vickie sighed, holding him tight so he couldn't break the kiss. Her free hand was at his crotch, rubbing his half-hard cock through his pants.
Standing erect again, Rich looked down at the beautiful twenty-year-old brunette and tried to clear his head. The undeniably great feelings coming from his prick made him squirm. The night before, he had been forced to stick his cock in a young woman's mouth, and then fuck his own wife in the ass brutally. He didn't have any choice in that matter, and Cathy couldn't blame him for it. But now, with so many other people nearby, he was get-tig his prick stroked by a gorgeous young woman . . . and nobody was forcing him to do it.
"Cathy just wouldn't understand," Rich said softly, his voice barely audible above the music.
"Cathy obviously doesn't understand," Vickie said, her fingers slipping around the tab of his zipper. "If she did understand, she'd be fucking you right now instead of walking around shooting the breeze with some guy she'll never go to bed with."
Rich was about to say he felt Vickie was wrong, but he felt a small hand fishing into the opening of his pants to wrap around his cock. Whatever protests he might have had vanished as quickly as a puff of smoke during a tornado.
"Oh, God, what am I doing this for?" Rich asked himself, closing his eyes as his cock was pulled out of his pants.
Vicki pushed Rich harder against the wall. The other people in the room could see her back, she knew, but they probably wouldn't guess what was going on. Rich's cock was warm and smooth in her fist, and she squeezed it hard, testing its rigidity. After a couple jacks, his prick was like a piece of warm steel sheathed with soft skin that could be pulled back and forth.
"Say, you've got yourself a real nice one here," Vickie purred, pulling Rich down to kiss him again. As they kissed, Vickie pumped slowly on his pulsating cock.
Her hand moved from the head to the base of Rich's prick. Her thumb was down near the base and the side of her hand up near the cock-head as she stroked. His spongy, purplish pricktip was against her tight stomach, and pre-cum made a white spot on her black blouse.
"Vickie . . . Miss York--"
"Shhhhh!" Vickie said, cutting him off, putting a finger to her lips. "Don't say a word. Just stand there and be real cool, like nothin's going on, and we'll have ourselves a great time."
Rich still held his drink in one hand. He put his arms over Vickie's shoulder, resting his forearms on her, and let his senses have free rein. He was too horny to deny the girl, and too drunk to be fully aware of how great the chances were that he would get caught.
"Big ... so nice and big," Vickie purred, jacking faster on the hot fuck-stick in her fist.
Vickie could feel the heat from Rich's cock-head seeping through her blouse as it rubbed against her stomach. She had a strange, satisfied smile on her face as she looked at Rich. His eyes were closed and an expression of absolute bliss was on his face, and Vickie felt supremely confident in her feminine wiles.
"Just let yourself go," Vickie urged softly. "Listen to the music, and let yourself go. There's nothing to worry about. Nothing to think about except my hand and your cock. So big. So beautiful. You've got such a beautiful prick, Rich."
Vickie rubbed her tits back and forth over Rich's chest, sending fresh waves of excitement ripping through her lithe body. She stroked his prick faster, turning and twisting her fist as she whacked. The pre-cum that was worked through his slitted cockhead made a quarter-sized stain on her blouse, and she wasn't even aware of it. Nothing seemed to matter to hr any more but pleasing Rich, who was so entirely different from Sal. Rich was bookish and articulate; Sal was all street savvy and brutal sensuality.
"Ohhhhh! Yesssss!" Rich sighed, pushing his ass back against the wall so he wouldn't do the natural thing, which was to pump his cock in and out of Vickie's firm hand.
The muscles in Rich's stomach all seemed to tighten into one fierce knot. He gritted his teeth, fighting to hold the cum in his balls and resist the incredible thrills that were going through his prick from Vickie's pounding hand. And then, as though floodgates had suddenly opened, he grunted, and the cum started flying.
"Go ahead!" Vickie gasped, slapping her fist to and fro on his jerking, quivering prick. "Let it all out!"
She could feel the cum gushing through Rich's cock-tube as he came. Hot, thick bolts of jism spit from his cockhead and splattered against her stomach. Vickie, totally enraptured with what she was doing, had forgotten that his bulbous pricktip was against her stomach. Creamy gobs of spunk splashed against her blouse.
"Oh, shit!" she hissed, feeling the stickiness of his cum seeping through her blouse. She backed away a step, still whacking on his prick, and a long streamer of sticky jizz flew through the air, striking the thigh of her tight, black pants. The cum was vividly white against the blackness of her slacks.
The rest of Rich's gushing load seeped from his cockhead to roll over her fist. Long strings of jism dangled from the side of her hand before hitting her wrist, where it then stuck to her flesh wetly.
"Ohhhhh, damn, did I need that!" Rich purred, bending down to kiss Vickie's forehead. "I haven't had a hand-job since I was in college. That was all I could get from Cathy then."
Vickie looked at her pants and blouse. The stain was too obvious for anyone to miss, and there were thick white clumps of jism clinging everywhere. She didn't know what to do with the spunk in her hand.
"Next time you and I fool around," she said, smiling broadly, "let's do it somewhere where we can enjoy ourselves and where I can get your cum in me, not on me."
Rich laughed with her, putting his prick in his pants. When he saw how much of his jism was on her blouse and pants, he laughed again.
Chapter Nine
Cathy heard footsteps and voices coming her way. One part of her wanted to call out for help, but another part of her wanted to remain silent. She figured there had to be some way of escaping from her restraints without anyone seeing her.
The footsteps came closer, and she heard muffled laughter. The only thing she was certain of was that none of the voices belonged to her husband. Thirty seconds later, three boys, all young teenagers, came up the stairs and saw her.
"Please, please help me," Cathy begged. Her hopes faded instantly when she looked into their eyes. The boys had stolen a bottle of vodka from the party and were hiding from their parents as they got drunk. The lusty, drunken stares Cathy got told her she wasn't going to be released by them--at least not before they got their nuts off.
"Well, well, well," the leader of the small gang said, getting down on one knee near Cathy's head. "It looks like we've got ourselves an honest to goodness victim of society's cruelty right here." He laughed with his two friends, enjoying Cathy's obvious embarrassment. "I suppose you'd like us to untie you, right?"
That's right." Cathy studied their faces, wanting to remember them in case she decided to go to the police. She had seen them in the condo complex before, but didn't know their names. "That's exactly what I want you to do. If you don't, I'll scream."
"If you scream," the leader said, his voice calm and confident, "I'll break your skinny neck."
Cathy checked for the nth time the silk cords around her ankles. There was no give to them at all. The handcuffs were still unyielding. She was trapped, head down, legs up and spread wide, tied to the handrailings.
"You've got a fine looking set of tits, lady," the leader said, casually fondling Cathy's right tit. "A guy could really enjoy himself playing with a set like this."
Cathy could do nothing but watch with horror as the leader assigned his two friends to act as lookouts, one for the stairs leading down and one for the stairs leading up. When he pushed his pants down his ankles and crouched between her upraised thighs, Cathy sighed and closed her eyes.
"You're going to love this, little lady," the leader said.
The boy reached around Cathy's hips to grab her asscheeks. He lifted her crotch some to make it easier for his prick to slide into her pussy. His cock, long but not particularly thick, seemed to guide itself right to Cathy's cum-filled pussy. With one powerful thrust, he imbedded the entire length in her hot, moist cunt.
"Oh! Oh, God!" Cathy groaned as his prick stabbed into her with unexpected force. The lips of her cunt stretched to accommodate his prick, and her clit was tantalized by the friction.
"Hey, she's really wet!" the boy chuckled, as though he were responsible for it. He jackhammered his hips, slamming his prick hard and fast into Cathy's tight, squeezing fuck-hole. His balls slapped against his fingers as they gouged into Cathy's asscheeks.
Cathy's shoulders were on the stairwell landing, and her ass was raised to waist-level as the teenager reamed her slick, squeezing pussy. She rolled her head from side to side on the hard floor, trying to ignore the fire that was building in her womb. After all that had happened to her, she was still horny, still got aroused by cocks.
"Ug! Ug! Ug!" the leader grunted, jabbing his prick to the hilt in her tight cunt.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Cathy sighed, giving in to the pleasure she was receiving. She shook her ass, dangling from the ropes around her ankles, and the boy picked up the fucking tempo. Her lust-inflamed pussylips dragged along the greasy length of his prick, pulling on the skin sheathing the steely meat.
When Cathy saw the other two boys pull out their cocks and abandon their lookout positions, hot thrills of excitement sent her convulsing against her bonds even more.
"Yessssss!" she hissed with unbelievable cock-hunger as the boys knelt on either side of her head. She opened her mouth obscenely wide, and one prick was jammed into her wet mouth. She sucked his cock hard and fast, her tongue slithering furiously over the delicious prickmeat.
The boys took turns jamming their cocks into Cathy's ripe, lusty mouth. As she sucked on one teenager's prick, the other grabbed her silky blonde hair and wrapped it around his prick. Using her hair to further stimulate the self-inflicted hand-job, he jerked quickly on his red-hot prick.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Cathy sighed, sucking the invading cock down her throat. She was amazed at her own expertise since she had sucked her first prick just the day before. Compared to Shark's monumental fuck-stick, the boy's prick was easy to deep-throat.
Cathy could feel the prick that pummeled her needy cunt throb and sensed that the boy was about to cum, soon. Turning her face, getting his prick out of her mouth, she looked at her young lover with lust-fogged eyes and a vague sense of reality.
"Don't cum . . . cum in my pussy," she gasped. The two boys who knelt near her face pushed their cockheads into her cheeks, searching for her hot mouth. "Cum on me! I want your hot, wonderful cum all over--"
Cathy was silenced when a boy jerked her face over his throbbing prick. She deep-throated his fleshy prick, taking it completely into her mouth. With her lips encircling the hilt of his cock, she chewed on the superheated flesh while her tongue worked its sensual miracles on the prickshaft.
The kid pried apart the cheeks of Cathy's warm, firm ass. He jabbed his cock, which felt like it was on fire, into her pussy one last time, then reared back far enough so that his prick sprang out of her pussy. Shoving his hips at her again, he rubbed his cock along the lips of her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhh!" the drunken boy screamed. When his balls slapped against Cathy's wet pussy, a long stream of jism erupted from his cockhead.
The jizz arched through the air, landing between Cathy's jiggling tits, making a long line down her body. He continued to seesaw his prick over her pussylips, letting his cum jet into the air and fall on her tits and stomach and into her dark, bushy cunt mound.
"Yeahhhhh!" Cathy gasped, wild with uninhibited lust as she watched the cum dropping onto her burning flesh. She had never seen anything quite so erotic as the cock stabbing up between her legs to split out the pungent fuck cream that she had come to love.
She was still watching her pussyhairs get coated with jism when the cocks of the two boys near her face exploded in geysering fountains of jizz at the same time. Creamy gobs of fuck-syrup shot from both directions, splashing against her face, making crisscrossed lines. The acrid aroma of cum filled her nostrils.
The tangy jizz spewed into her mouth and over her lips, and she licked off as much of it as she could. More spunk splattered in her golden hair, over her forehead and nose. Cum welled up in the hollow of her neck. She had her face turned to the left, her lips obscenely opened wide to catch a blast of jism in the air, when the other boy spewed a long, thick stream of milky cum straight into her ear.
Ten minutes later, when the boys had readjusted their pants and tucked away their limp pricks, they stood looking down at the cum-covered woman at their feet. Cathy, quite literally, had cum all over her face. Long lines of cum also ran from her tits to her pussy-bush.
"Hey, my ol' man is shacking up with his girlfriend tonight," one of the boys said, his words slurred slightly from the vodka. "Why don't we take her to the apartment and then we can really fuck her?"
Cathy heard the words, but they seemed to come from far, far away. Perhaps even from another world. Her flesh itched in the most delightful way from the jizz that was cooling and drying on her skin. As she felt the boys untying her ankles from the handrailings, she wondered what new adventure she would find.
Chapter Ten
Kimberly was pissed off at her father. He was sprawled out on his bed, still in his clothes, stinking of booze, sweat and smoke. She tugged off his shoes and socks, then worked to loosen his shirt and tie.
"Damnn it, Dad, why do you always drink too much?" Kimberly muttered under her breath. She had never once back-talked to her father, even though she was often angry with him. "What happened to you after mom filed for a divorce?"
Kimberly opened her father's shirt and looked at his chest as it rose and fell with his shallow breathing. His breath was foul, and she felt a mixture of pity and contempt for him. He had never allowed her to go out on any-dates, though there had been plenty of boys who had asked her out, and his strict discipline had caused a barrier between them.
Kimberly sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her father's face. She hated him and loved him all at the same time. She wanted to show him that she was a big girl now, capable of making her own decisions; she wanted to show him that she loved him as only a daughter can love her father.
On the nightstand was a picture of Kim-berly's parents, from when they were still married. Kimberly was almost an exact copy of her mother, only twenty years younger. Both women were short, with strawberry-blonde hair and monumental tits. Kimberly felt tears pooling in her eyes as she looked at the photograph.
"Why, Mama? Why did you leave Daddy?"
A choked sob escaped Kimberly's mouth, and she buried her face in her hands, dropping down. Her face touched her father's warm stomach, and she cried softly, nestling close to him just as she had done as a small child.
When the brief emotional outburst was over, she opened her eyes and found herself looking down her father's body. Her face was just inches from his belt buckle, and she stared at the silver buckle as though it was a lock that secured some incredible jewels. She shifted on the bed. Her cheek was flat against her father's gently rising and falling stomach.
"It would be perfect," Kimberly whispered, her fingertips tracing light circles around the lump in her father's pants. To give her own father a blowjob was, for Kimberly, both an act of defiance against his rigid standards of moral conduct for her, and an expression of her love for him.
Her fingers trembled as she opened his belt gently, careful not to wake him up. When the buckle was open, she cautiously unsnapped her father's pants, then pulled the zipper down.
With her legs dangling over the edge of the bed, the fully-clothed girl eased her father's pants and underwear down just enough so that she could get his cock and balls into view. His prick was soft, small, wrinkled and defenseless-looking.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," Kimberly purred, turning her' face to flick her tongue into his navel. She slipped lower on his body so that her lips were nearly touching his soft pricktip. Her tongue flicked out, slapping against his cockhead. She tasted his flesh, noticing that it was bland by comparison to Shark's huge, lip-stretching prick.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Kimberly moaned, lifting his prick with her tongue, then sucking it into her mouth. His prick stretched out from the suction she applied, and she had no difficulty at all in fitting the entire column of rubbery cock flesh into her mouth.
She brought her face back and forth, her hair flicking over her father's stomach as she sucked. But no matter how expertly she used her tongue on his prick, no matter how she prodded his fucker, it wouldn't get hard. Suddenly angry, Kimberly leaped off the bed, her huge tits jiggling in her tight-fitting bra.
"Okay, Daddy, drink yourself to death, then! You'll never know what you've missed out on by being so damn drunk!" Kimberly spat the words out. She wanted her father to be the one to break her cherry, and now she'd have to find someone else. And she had to find that someone else soon, because having her father's prick in her mouth had rekindled the smoldering embers of lust in her pussy.
The time was right for Kimberly to lose her cherry, and she knew just the man with the right cock to satisfy her wanton needs--Shark. The only problem was where to find him.
"Maybe that nice Mr. Jarou knows where Mr. Sharkle lives," Kimberly said to herself as she walked out of her condominium, closing and locking the door behind herself.
Rich looked at the clock and got even more angry. It was 3:30 A.M., and Cathy still hadn't returned home. The last time he saw her, she was walking out of the party with some mean-looking guy named Sal. He stood up, stone sober now, and wondered if he should call the police. He decided against it.
The anticipation of having Cathy sucking his prick sent a 'warm flush throughout his body. It was obvious that their sex life was going to get more interesting. She had flirted with him at the party, but then she had disappeared.
When the doorbell rang, Rich's first thought was that he had locked the door and, somewhere along the line, Cathy had lost her keys. He opened the door wide, a pissed-off look on his face. Instead of seeing his wife, he found himself looking down at a short young girl with large tits. She had red hair and the kind of figure that never failed to make his mouth water.
"Oh! Hello, Kimberly," Rich said, letting his gaze trail up and down her curvaceous body. "What are you doing up so late?"
"I'm sorry to disturb you at this hour," Kimberly said after a pause, getting nervous, "but I have to ask you a question." "Certainly! Certainly! Please come in." Kimberly took a step into the room, and Rich closed the door. She didn't go in any further, the fire in her cunt dictating that she find Shark as quickly as possible.
"Can you tell me where Mr. Sharkle lives? I know he lives in this complex somewhere, but I don't know where."
Rich's eyes rolled back in his head as he thought. "You know, I don't know where he does live. A real private guy, that one." He looked at Kimberly and wondered what it would be like fucking her. After the young girl with almost no tits at all had sucked his cock the night before, he found himself with a newfound desire to fuck teenagers. "What do you need to see him for? It's pretty late, you know."
"It's important . . . and private. I simply must find him!" Kimberly's blue eyes were large, pleading with Rich. When he stepped closer, she couldn't help but notice the horny glint in his eyes. "I really must find him."
Later, Kimberly wouldn't be able to remember exactly how it all started. One minute, she was looking up into Rich's face and the next, his arms were circling her slender waist. Her big tits were mashing against his lower chest, and she was thrusting her tongue as far into his mouth as she could get it, raising her knee to rub his crotch with her thigh.
"Mmmmmmm!" Kimberly moaned, squirmed in Rich's arms as he sucked on her tongue. She broke the kiss. "Take me, Mr. Jarou. Please, don't stop! Take me! Fuck me! Fuck me! I want your cock in me! Ohhhhhh! Take me hard, Mr. Jarou!"
Rich slipped his arms around Kimberly's waist and behind her knees and picked her up. He didn't worry at all about Cathy, or whether she might come home soon. The only thought in his mind was getting his cock, which was hard and throbbing in his pants, into the hot-blooded teenager's cunt as quickly as possible. Bringing her to the bedroom; he sat her down carefully on the edge of the bed.
"I'm going to fuck you, Kimberly, baby! I'm going to give that pussy what it needs!"
Take me! Fuck me!" Kimberly continued. She jerked her sweater over her head in one smooth motion, throwing the discarded garment across the room. Next, she unhooked her bra and took it off, freeing her enormous tits. Her nipples were throbbing, elongated, light-brown nubs surrounded by pink areolas the size of silver dollars.
A low rumble of a groan started deep in Rich's chest, escaping out of his mouth when he saw Kimberly's tits sloshing about on her chest. He stripped out of his shirt and pants, and his prick sprang away from his body, pointing at her.
"It's beautiful," the redhead gasped as she stared at Rich's prick. She leaped to her feet and kicked off her shoes, then bent down to push her pants down her legs. Rich's cockhead touched her forehead accidentally. The contact of flesh on flesh was like completing an electrical circuit. Kimberly grabbed his prick, pulling him on top of her hungry body as she lay back on the bed.
She spread her legs wide, and Rich slipped between her warm, slender thighs. She pulled his cock to the juncture of her legs, rubbing his pricktip back and forth along the dewy lips of her cunt.
"I've never fucked before," Kimberly moaned, kissing Rich's neck, "so don't stop. No matter what I say, please don't stop!"
"I'll be gentle."
"Don't be gentle! Fuck meeeee!"
Rich lost all self-control. He stabbed at Kimberly with his cock, lunging down with all the force in his body. The conical head of his prick pressed hard against her cherry pussy, eventually spreading her cuntlips. His pricktip, reamed her hot cherry cunt.
"Arrrggghhhh!" he groaned, feeling her tight cuntlips squeezing his prick.
"Awwwwww!" Kimberly groaned, gritting her teeth as pain ripped through her body. His feet shot straight into the air, and she clawed at Rich's back.
Plowing deeper, still on the first fuck-thrust, Rich smashed his cockhead against Kimberly's cherry. Unwilling to slow down even for a second, he added even more thrust to his lunge and the membrane tore, allowing his prick to sink to the hilt in her warm, thrashing pussy.
"Yessssss!" Kimberly gasped, knowing that she was a woman now. Even through the horrible pain, there was a strange sense of release, of excitement, of new possibilities unfolding before her. She arched her back, feeling Rich's pelvic bone mash against hers, and she felt crammed to overflowing with cockmeat. "Fuck meeeee! Please fuck meeeee!"
Rich thrashed on Kimberly's body, driving his prick with jackhammer force in and out of her cunt. Slipping a hand between their bodies, he crushed her tit in his hand, feeling her nipple dig into his palm. Her lips were warm and wet against his, and he bit down on her full bottom lip, tasting blood.
Kimberly gave of herself entirely. She was hungry for the taste of Rich's mouth. Her body sucked in energy, her hot flesh seemed to melt and conform to Rich's body. Her tits tingled hotly, the nipples red-hot and sizzling. She clamped her thighs around his undulating hips, squeezing them tightly as her pussy sucked his prick in deep. She clawed at his back, shoulders and ass, spurring him to fuck her needy pussy harder and faster.
"Yessssss! Ohhhhhh! Fuck meeee! Please fuck me!" Kimberly wailed, thrashing on the bed. She arched her back, lifting Rich completely off the bed. She felt powerful and desirable.
His cock seesawed back and forth in her cunt, thrilling her hard clit. The fire in her body was running out of control now, burning her up from the inside out.
The world shook for Kimberly. She lost any real consciousness of Rich. The only reality was the long, throbbing column of cockmeat as it reamed her cunt, jamming deep into her body to fill her entirely. The lips of her hungry cunt dragged along the prickshaft, conforming perfectly to the broad, flat upper surface, squeezing and kneading the solid meat as it stabbed into her.
"C-cum in ... in meeee!" Kimberly clawed harder at Rich's pounding asscheeks. "I want your prick in me!"
Rich stopped briefly to grab her under the knees, raising her legs and putting them up on his shoulders. He jackknifed her forward, pressing her knees down against her full, jiggling tits. Then, positioned better now, he reamed her hot, wet cunt. His balls slapped against her upturned asscheeks, flopping back and forth between his legs as the cum simmered, preparing to boil hotly out of his cockhead.
Looking up at Rich, Kimberly's eyes were glazed over with lust. She wanted to kiss him, but having her legs over her as they were, that was impossible. Instead, despite the merciless pounding her body was receiving, she gently touched his lips with her fingertips. She tasted her own blood from the abused bottom lip that he had bitten. The savagery of his act excited her, and she shook her ass, lighting her cunt muscles around his driving, rigid cock.
The inferno burned hotter, and she scratched at Rich's chest, leaving long, livid lines there. All the muscles in her body tightened, and then, just as quickly, relaxed. Her hot, greasy pussyjuice gushed from her cunt and trickled down her ass.
Rich flooded the teenager's pussy with his cum. His balls, slapping wetly against her cunt juice-coated asscheeks, leaped between his thighs and spewed out their thick, creamy load. Jet after jet of fuck-cream spewed from his throbbing, vibrating cockhead, splattering jism against the walls of her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Kimberly sighed, pushing her knees off Rich's shoulders when her climax subsided. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled her lover close, her heaving tits pressing against his chest, cushioning his weight softly. "Thank you. Thank you, my lover."
Rich kept his prick in her warm, cum-filled pussy until it was soft and completely satisfied. As he gently kissed her on the neck, tasting her sweet flesh, he was slowly brought back to reality. What would happen, he wondered, if Cathy were to return to find him lying on top of the young woman? Luxuriating in the softness and warmth of Kimberly's body, Rich decided that Cathy could do whatever the fuck she wanted to do. He wasn't going to move. Not when the flesh touching his was as warm and soft as this, not when the eyes that looked so adoring up at him were as clear and blue as they were.
Chapter Eleven
Three months later, there was another party thrown by Shark. Only this one was more private, with only a few people invited. He now knew the people in his condominium complex who were horny enough and liberal enough to appreciate his video tapes. Shark had invited only those people who loved to fuck and suck and eat pussy until they dropped with exhaustion. He had hours and hours of tapes of them all fucking themselves to climax after climax.
"Suzee, will you get me another drink?" Shark asked, leaning back in his favorite chair. In front of him, the eight television sets were showing tapes of eight different romantic encounters. Kneeling on the floor between his legs, Vickie York, full clothed, was bringing her beautiful face up and down over the head of his prick. On one of the screens, Vickie was screaming joyously as Sal fucked her in the ass.
Shark's party was in the basement of his building--in his private living quarters, which he had always kept a total secret. An exclusive, invitation-only orgy for the hottest, horniest people in his complex.
He looked across the room to the couch and saw Dr. Cathy Jarou on her back, her dress pulled up to her waist. Sal was fingerfucking her hot cunt while he sucked on her pussy, and from the expression on Cathy's face, Shark new that she was really getting off on what he was doing.
On the floor, Rich Jarou was slowing stroking his hard prick as his eyes flicked back and forth from the multiple screens to his wife. Sitting next to him, Kimberly, completely naked, was shoving one finger into her cunt, hard and fast, while she sucked the middle finger of her other hand.
Suzee, dressed in her sexy maid's uniform, returned with Shark's drink. After handing it to him, she knelt at his feet next to Vickie, stroking the brunette's hair.
Sal stabbed his tongue deep into Cathy's pussy, dragging it through her slit to scoop up the pussyjuice that trickled out. She had a tight, snappy cunt, and his prick was hard as a steel pole, jutting through the fly of his pants. Once he reached the top of her cunt, he captured her throbbing clit between his lips and nibbled on it while reaming her cunt with two fingers.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Cathy moaned, rubbing her big tits through the bodice of her dress.
Ten minutes earlier, Rich, Cathy, Suzee, Shark, Sal and Vickie had been standing in the video room. Shark had turned on the eight video screens and, after a few minutes of surprise as they gawked at themselves getting fucked, they paired off.
Before Cathy knew it, Sal, who she really didn't know that well, had pushed her onto the couch, pulled her panties off and had his tongue in her cunt. After that, she didn't care what happened, just so long as he tongued her cunt until she spewed out her pussyjuice.
"Mmmmfff!" Sal slurped. As he ate Cathy's cunt, he used his free hand to unbutton his shirt and open his belt and pants.
Before long, Sal was completely naked, and his mouth never once left Cathy's cunt.
Without even bothering to strip the big-titted surgeon, Sal slipped between her knees on the couch and punched his throbbing, broad cock to the hilt into the wet, sucking recesses of her fuck-channel.
"Ieeeaahhhh! Fuck me, Sal! Oh, sweet bastard, fuck me!" Cathy hissed, pulling Sal's body tightly against hers. Her legs, sheathed in black silk, wrapped around his body. She hadn't even taken off her shoes when he had knocked her to the couch, so her spiked heels pointed toward the ceiling.
Inhaling, she smelled the masculine fragrance of his cologne, and she shivered. Everything about him, despite the extra pounds he sported around his middle, was manly. She pulled his body tighter to her own, her tits mashing against his chest, billowing out, straining to be freed of their confining bra.
Cathy's clit was already on the brink of ecstasy from Sal's slithering, experienced tongue. Now, with his fat cock rocketing back and forth through the petals of her cunt, rubbing her clit with every move, she felt the pussyjuice begin to rise in her fuck-tube. Fluid pressed on fluid, and the cum-fever grew hotter and hotter.
"Hard! Fuck me hard, Sal!" Cathy screamed as her climax started.
Waves of oily cuntjuice streamed out of her pussy, gushing from her thrashing, spasming body as she twitched and jerked on the couch. She clawed her fingernails into Sal's pounding asscheeks, urging him to plow his wonderful, steely prick faster into her hungry cunt.
"Yessssss! Oh! God, yes!" Cathy screamed, tossing her head from side to side, causing her honey-blonde hair to swirl around her face.
Sal fucked Cathy just the way she liked it. As he fucked her, reaming her quaking pussy with his throbbing prick, he concentrated on other things. Finally, having fucked the pussy-juice completely out of her body, he was able to relax a little. He wanted the brilliant young woman to know that even though he didn't have the education that she had, he could still do something like no book-learned man could do.
"You really get off on my prick, eh, baby?"
"Yessss! Oh, Sal, you know I do!"
"I ain't done yet," Sal said, chuckling and kissing her lightly on the tip of her nose. "Before I blow my wad, I want you to cum at least one more time, maybe twice."
Cathy was breathing heavily, trying to catch her wind after the bone-jarring climax. But it was difficult for her to relax enough to do that because Sal's fat, rigid prick was still pounding in and out of her juicy cunt.
Still sitting in his chair, Shark had the fingers of one hand in Vickie's hair as she tongued the long stem of his prick. He pushed the fingers of his other hand through Suzee's long, silky, straight hair and brought her face to his giant prick.
"Go ahead, Suzee, there's enough there for both of you."
Suzee purred deep in her throat and started licking his veiny, tasty prickshaft. She whipped at the stem, then turned her head to the side and parted her lips wide to nibble on his thick, hard meatpole. Working her way slowly up to his burgeoning, reddish cockhead, she tongued the pre-cum off his piss slit, tasting the saltiness of his jism, then bobbed her face slowly, lovingly over the cock-knob.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned, taking just the head of his cock into her mouth, her lips stretched and ovaled tautly around his prick.
Vickie was between Shark's thighs, and she licked the underside of his prick until she reached his balls. Hefting his nuts in her hand, she lapped at them greedily, making the hairy sac wet with her tongue. The egg-shaped balls were huge, and she cautiously pushed one into her mouth, careful not to scrape the ultrasensitive skin with her teeth.
"Awwwwwww! That's it, Vickie, lick my balls! Damn, that feels good!" Shark looked down his slender body to see two beautiful faces at his crotch.
Suzee's black eyes were turned up toward him, her cheeks bulging out with his cockhead. He couldn't see much of Vickie's face, since she was sucking on his balls, but he caressed her wavy brown hair.
Turning his attention to the bank of television sets in the wall, Shark watched as three young boys gang-fucked Dr. Cathy Jarou. They were really giving it to her--one fucking her from behind while the other two took turns jabbing a hard cock into her mouth. Finally, after much sucking and fucking, they tossed her aside, and he could see the cum glistening on her lips. Her brown cunthair was matted with blobs of white fuck cream.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Vickie sighed, letting Shark's massive ball slip from her mouth. She kissed his muscular thigh, then started gnawing and chomping on his prickshaft again, nibbling her way up toward his cockhead.
Suzee and Vickie kissed, their tongues stabbing back and forth as they Frenched. Suzee's hands were all over Vickie's tits, rubbing the firm, lush mounds to make the nipples hard and erect.
"I-I've got to get out of these clothes," Vickie suddenly gasped breathlessly, breaking the kiss. She stood and stripped out of her clothes quickly, tossing the garments in all directions, then dropped back down to her knees and buried the head of Shark's prick deep in her hot, wet mouth.
Suzee, still dressed in her brief maid's uniform, crawled away from Shark and positioned herself behind Vickie. She reached around the woman's body to grab the twin mounds of tit-flesh. Tugging on the nipples, Suzee could sense the rising fire of lusty need in the woman's body. She kissed Vickie on the shoulder, then planted her lips lower on her body, tonguing her warm, smooth flesh. After several minutes of slow, tantalizing tongue-lashes, Suzee rolled onto her back and slipped under Vickie's ass, placing her mouth directly under her puffy, gaping cunt.
"Let me eat your pu--" Suzee said, then was silenced when Vickie lowered her ass, mashing her cunt against Suzee's hot mouth.
The young girl's tongue greedily at Vickie's juicy pussy, stabbing her tongue as far into her cunt crease as she could. She wrapped her arms around Vickie's thighs, holding her still as she rolled her face slowly from side to side on the floor.
"Mmmmmfff! Ug! Mmmmmmm!" Vickie moaned and slurped, sucking and stroking on Shark's cock as Suzee ate her cunt greedily with long tongue-strokes.
Vickie's-hands were a blur on his prick. She dragged her hot, sensual lips over the ridge of his cockhead, using her tongue on the clef ted underside to make his prick quiver with raging lust.
Vickie sucked slower on Shark's prick, not wanting to gulp down his hot, delicious jism just yet. The thrill she was receiving from the jaw-stretching prick and the slithering tongue that moved so wantonly over the lips of her cunt and slashed at her clit, was too good to rush. She gulped Shark's cockhead into her hot mouth, taking it deep enough so that the tip was wedged tightly against the opening of her throat.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned, rubbing her tongue along the underside of his cock.
She couldn't believe that anyone could have a cock as big as Shark's, and she was salivating freely around his slick shaft. Her hands moved up and down his prick, squeezing and kneading the massive stalk of cockmeat.
While Suzee ate Vickie's cunt, she fingered her own pussy. Vickie's pussyjuice was warm and clear, just the way the teenager liked pussyjuice to be, and she swallowed each drop as it seeped out from the puffy cuntlips. Her pert nose was mashed against the top of Vickie's cunt, and she had difficulty breathing, but that didn't bother her. Any time she had her tongue delving deeply into a cunt, Suzee was willing to put up with almost any inconvenience.
She rubbed her clit hard with her middle finger, pushing the drooling, pulsating nub in a tiny circle. She whimpered joyously, tongu- ing faster at the cuntlips that were mashed against her mouth. Her cheeks were glistening with the fuck oil that seeped out of Vickie's pussy.
"Have you ever eaten pussy, Vickie?" Shark asked, caressing the side of her face with his palm tenderly. "Huh? Do you know what it's like to have your tongue deep in a woman's pussy?"
Vickie brought her lips off Shark's cockhead. Her eyes were glowing with curiosity and lust.
"No . . . I've never done that." Vickie closed her eyes briefly, concentrating on the tongue that was working her cunt into a frothy mess. "But damn, Suzee's tongue is really doing a number on me."
"Try it. You look like a real muff-diver to me. I know. I can spot a cuntlicker a mile away."
While Vickie slipped out from between Shark's thighs, Suzee got rid of her maid's uniform. Her hands were trembling with excitement as she looked at Vickie's svelte body. True, Vickie didn't have the monumental tits that Cathy and Kimberly had, but her tits were still lush, ripe mounds that would taste delicious. The stark tan-line where Vickie's bathing suit hid her skin from the sun tickled Suzee's fancy. The areolas were a dark-brown, surrounded by triangles of pale flesh.
"Can I eat your pussy?" Vickie asked, her voice weak and trembling. "I d-don't know if I'll be very good, but I want to try."
Suzee grabbed Vickie's wrists and brought her hands to her small cones of tit-flesh.
"Feel my tits," the teenager gasped as bolts of pleasure ripped through her body from her sizzling nipples. "Please yourself!"
The women tumbled together on the carpeted floor, their hands groping for each other's hot flesh. Within seconds, Vickie and Suzee were in a 69 position, lustily mouthing each other's pussy. They were on their sides when Vickie brought her mouth to the petals of Suzee's tight cunt. At first, she just kissed the cuntlips, then she trailed her tongue cautiously along the hairy folds of pussy flesh. After that, Vickie was as vicious and needy a cuntlicker as ever there was.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned, scooping her tongue through Suzee's cunt to get at the rich pussy oil. She worked her finger into the cunt and sucked at the clit at the same time, pleasing herself and young Suzee.
Near the young women, Kimberly and Rich were still sitting on the floor, their attention turned to the bank of television sets in the wall. They sat closer to each other now, and Kimberly was bringing her tiny fist up and down on Rich's solid prick while he slipped a finger almost lazily into her hot, juicy fuck- hole.
"Rich, look at me on that screen over there," Kimberly whispered, nodding her head to the far television set. On the screen, she was sucking Sal's prick while he sat at the edge of Vickie's bed. Kimberly watched herself toss ing her face over Sal's meaty fuck-stick, deep-throating his cock occasionally.
"You can take the whole fucker down?" Rich asked, staring at the screen. "That's amazing!"
"Watch what happens next," Kimberly said, giggling softly. "Sal gets a little kinky now and then, and I thought I'd give him a special treat."
On the screen, Kimberly's big tits were sloshing in a tight-fitting halter top as she knelt between Sal's thighs. She deep-throated his prick, her throat expanding to accept his fucker. Then she released his cock from her mouth and started kissing his cockhead while fisting hard and fast on his shaft. Moments later, the eruptions began. Sal's prick gushed out cum like a fountain, spitting the thick streamers of cock-cream onto Kimberly's face. The jets spewed from his red prick-knob, splattering, over her lips and cheeks. She bent her head down, still pounding on his geysering prick, and let more of the thick gobs of cum splatter against her forehead.
"That's wild!" Rich gasped. He plucked his finger out of Kimberly's cunt and grabbed her hair, forcing her head down to his upraised prick. "Suck my prick, Kimberly. Suck me off, you hot-blooded cocksucker!"
Since sucking Shark off nearly three months earlier, Kimberly had been almost continually sucking and fucking. She fucked strangers and friends; she fucked anyone who she could get her hands on. Rich had taken her cherry, and now he was the one she wanted to fuck the most.
"Give me it!" Kimberly gasped, lunging at Rich's prick. She gulped his throbbing cock into her mouth, whipping her tongue on his slick flesh. Her tongue curled around his cockhead, and she gav^ his balls a friendly squeeze, knowing that they would soon flood her mouth with cum.
Kimberly pistoned her face smoothly up and down, swallowing Rich's prick whole. She deep-throated his cock until her nose was pressed into the hair above his prick. Shoving her tongue out, she rubbed the underside of his cock and tickled his ball sac.
Shark got out of his chair and grabbed Kimberly by the hips. Her flesh was warm and tight in his hands.
"Raise up a little, Kimberly. I'm going to fuck you doggie-style."
Kimberly mewled around Rich's prick, moving her face in a circular motion to rub his cockhead against her cheeks and the roof of her mouth. She brought her knees under her body, raising her ass and shaking it obscenely. Though she had been an active fucker and sucker for the past three months, she had never taken on more than one man at a time, and the prospect of getting Shark's long, almost arm-sized cock up her pussy while she sucked on Rich's cock sent her mind whirling crazily.
"Mmmmm! Ummmgg!" she groaned, slapping the drooling head of Rich's prick with her tongue. She tasted his pre-cum at the same time that she felt the inflamed lips of her cunt getting pried apart by Shark's prick.
Kimberly's big tits hung down, jiggling back and forth as she bobbed on the cock in her mouth. Her tits were so big that her hard, throbbing nipples grazed against the rough surface of the floor, sending hot and cold thrills through her body.
"Goddamn, she's a tight one," Shark groaned as he inserted six solid inches of his prick into Kimberly's sucking pussy. He pulled back so that just the bullet-shaped head of his prick was still basking in the warmth and pressure of her pussy. Then, with a powerful stab of his hips, he jammed all thirteen inches of his cock into Kimberly's pussy.
"Uh! Ohhhh! Mmmmmmm!" she gasped around Rich's prick. Nobody's prick filled young Kimberly's cunt up quite like Shark's did. His extraordinary prick wedged so far into her fuck-hole that she was certain his prick was pushed past her stomach. She tossed her face faster along Rich's cock, dragging her moist, pliable lips over his cockhead, then back down to the root of his fucker.
Shark's prick was already wet from the blowjob he had received from Vickie and Suzee, so he had no trouble working the awesome column of prickmeat back and forth. He reamed her cunt hard, slamming his lips against her asscheeks with each plunge. He squeezed her hips tight, pushing and pulling her to meet his stabbing, cunt-filling fuck-thrusts.
"Feels so fucking good," he groaned, stabbing his cock into her cunt from slightly to the right, then from the left. He could feel the muscles in her pussy gripping his aroused cock, squeezing it, milking the flesh. He plowed full-length into her cunt, and his enormous balls slapped against her thighs.
For Kimberly, it was like an earthquake when the men stabbed their pricks into her. She had thirteen inches of prick meat cramming her cunt to overflowing, and another seven or eight inches wedged deep and in her throat.
Shark was the first to cum, spewing out his fuck-cream until gobs of the jism coated his balls and trickled down the insides of Kimber-ly's thighs. Then she climaxed, choking sobs of absolute pleasure being ripped from her cock-filled throat as she jerked her body back and forth. And finally, Rich blew his nuts off, gushing out his spunk. Kimberly, spasming in the throes of her own orgasm, choked on his cum, then swallowed it hungrily.
When it was over, Kimberly rolled onto her side, gasping for air. She felt the jism from Shark's balls warming her pussy, and tasted Rich's pungent fuck syrup, which coated the inside of her mouth.
On the floor next to them, Suzee and Vickie were drinking pussyjuice as they climaxed together. Vickie, who had never eaten a pussy before, was instantly addicted to the slick fuck oil that spewed with such force out of Suzee's pussy.
Cathy looked at Rich and smiled weakly. She was still on her back on the couch, getting Sar's broad, bullet-headed prick shoved into her wet cunt.
"D-darling . . . come over here and let me s-suck your prick," Cathy said, the words coming out between Sal's lunging thrusts. "I w-want your . . . wonderful cock in my mouth when ... he c-comes."
Rich looked at his wife, getting slowly up on his knees. She had her legs over Sal's shoulders, and he could hear the sound of the man's iron-hard cock bang jammed into her wet pussy. The dark color of her garter belt and nylons was a vivid contrast to the paleness of her thighs, and Cathy still had not taken off her dress. Her bikini panties were around one ankle, near Sal's face, as he fucked her hard, fast and ruthlessly.
Cathy's eyes were as wide as saucers as she pulled Rich's cock to her lush, hungry mouth. The beautiful doctor had already pumped out her pussyjuice around his pistoning cock, and there was no juice left in her. She felt sore, her pussy abused by so many insertions of cock-meat into her body, and she wanted to taste the remnants of her husband's passion as cum deluged her fuck-hole.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" Cathy moaned, sucking hard on his cock, stretching the rubbery shaft out with the suction. She let Rich push his hips at her, fucking her hot, sucking mouth with his prick. Her blonde hair spilled out over the couch, and she flicked an errant strand away from her eyes.
Sal slammed his hips down, burying his prick full-length into the clutching recesses of her pussy, pumping out the first of several thick, powerful jets of cum. He grunted with each shower of jism, watching as the beautiful woman sucked on Rich's slick, soft prick.
"Arrrggghhhh!" Sal groaned as the last of his jism trickled out of his cockhead into
Cathy's pussy. "Okay, baby doll, suck my cock clean!"
Cathy weakly rolled off the couch, then curled into a ball at Sal's feet and sucked his half-hard prick until it was clean of her pussy-juice and his cum.
Shark lit a cigarette, watching the action in the room. They had all been in the orgy for two days, and there didn't seem to be any end in sight. Four times, they had ordered out for food, the unlucky person who drew the short straw, having to get dressed to pay for the meal. He exhaled the smoke from his lungs and patted Cathy's head as she sucked his prick. Idly, he wondered how many more times he would cum before exhaustion and the need for sleep finally got to him.
