flavorful tang that was delightful on her tongue.
“Bitch,” Paul growled. She half heard him, wasn’t sure that he had really called her such a name. Maybe she was imagining the sound. She was more concerned with sucking Lou’s fat prick, with moving her body to accommodate the vaginal piercing thrusts of Paul’s sizable rod. Her knees came up, clutched at Paul’s sides, and she worked one hand from his body, bringing it round to grab at the base of Lou’s peter so she could cup his balls while she sucked his shaft.
Maybe Paul had called her a bitch after all. He began to fuck her like a rabbit humping its mate, and she couldn’t shimmy fast enough to keep up with his strokes. He was hurting her again, hurting her with the impetuous drive of his cock. She made little choked moaning sounds around Lou’s prick, and the vibration of her mouth seemed to inspire him with added arousal. He thrust deeper, until he was almost in her throat. Her cheeks were drawn in tightly and her tongue and lips made passionate love to his organ.
The sensation of being with two men at once was incredible. Caron’s whole body was live and pulsating with stimulation. I wish I’d tried this a lot sooner, she thought. It had its own kinky brand of satisfaction. But there were so many things she’d never really tried. Like assfucking. Not until today had she understood the true glory of the act. How about cradling a pecker between her thighs—not inside her body, just rubbing the gash of her cunt from outside, frictioning her to distraction? Lou had taught her that one, too. Or making it with a woman. She’d never even thought of doing that. But Lou had spoken of it briefly, in passing, mentioned that Melissa would be delighted to join them in the sack.
Lou. Lou. Lou. She was thinking of nothing but Lou and the things he’d done to her today. Paul fucked like a maniac, and twenty-four hours ago she’d have been crawling out of her skin, ready to explode in a come. But what about today? Where was her head now, at three in the afternoon?
Paul groaned and shot off into her pussy. She felt his cock exploding, but there was no matching response from Caron’s twat. She bucked against him, wanting to come, but somehow she couldn’t. The urge was there but not enough power. He’d fucked her savagely, brutally, to prove a point—not to bring her the pleasure a man brings a woman. Was it so much different from Lou, slapping her around the kitchen, carrying her off to bed like a caveman?
Paul dragged his dick from her sheath and finished squirting onto her belly. She looked down, saw the thick drops of cum spurt from his prick, splattering her skin. It was a rather contemptuous gesture, she thought, and it reminded her of the time they’d gone to that dirty movie drive-in. All the sex scenes had ended that way, the male actors pulling their dicks out just before orgasm and creaming all over their partners’ stomachs. She’d felt uncomfortable watching it. A man should ejaculate inside his woman—her mouth, her pussy, even her asshole, where Lou had squirted not more than an hour ago. She felt that same discomfort now, as Paul rubbed his sticky cum into the flesh of her abdomen.
“Suck mine now,” he said. “You might as well give it the old taste test,” and with that he too climbed onto the bed.
Caron moved back, making room for him, and she released Lou’s penis. Reluctantly. She turned around, and there was Paul’s rod, still erect despite his ejaculation. She took him in her fingers, and he was sticky with cum. She put him in her mouth and began to suck.
“C’mon, suck me, Caron,” he growled fiercely. “Eat it all the way down!” He rammed into her, not caring if he hurt or not, and the head of his cock went all the way to her throat. She was used to taking him that deeply, but she required a little warm-up first and he’d not bothered giving it to her. Caron furrowed her brow and she thought as she blew.
At the same time, Lou was pulling her legs around. He worked his finger—surprisingly gentle —into her cummy snatch and reamed it round and round a few times. Her lower body began to undulate softly, arousal building. His thumb located her clit, which was not difficult to find, and he pressed down upon it. Bells started ringing inside Caron’s head. She was hardlyaware of the dick in her mouth, but she sucked it, steadily, mechanically, taking it deeply and loving it with everything she could bring to bear.
Lou’s hand stayed busy between her legs, sliding around. Paul’s cum was beginning its slow ooze from her slice and he greased her with the stuff, greased her puffy, fucked-up labia, smeared more of the sticky goo into her crack, working with his little finger till the sphincter of her asshole had popped open and he was inside her there. She moaned and her tongue did cartwheels around Paul’s cock.
Lou came in behind her then, his stiff cock wet with her saliva, nudging her buttocks. “Spread ’em,” he said, massaging her ass. She spread them, and the head of his prong came to rest in her crack. She couldn’t tell where he meant to fuck her, in the bun that Paul had buttered or up the asshole. She twitched in suspense, and he teased her by moving his dick back and forth, pushing now at this hole, and now at that.
Finally he gathered up strength and he plunged. Her asshole hadn’t tightened up a hell of a lot since he’d fucked it an hour or so ago, and he entered her with no trouble and no pain she could not handle. He went deep that stroke, and she knew that a cock was in her bung. A fat, thick, masterful cock, one that had already spurred her to come after come after come. What are we going to do about Melissa, she wondered, mouth full of Paul’s cock, and she shivered a little, understanding that her decision was even now in the process of being made.
But he’s a bastard. He deserted me and then, when I’d learned to get along without him, he came back. And look what he’s done to me since he came back. Look what he’s turned me into! I am a bitch. Paul was right. I am a bitch and I’ll roll over for the first dog who comes along and sniffs my snatch.
She tried to count up Paul’s good points, to remind herself that she loved, him, that he was the man who loved her. Until this morning it had been perfect for the two of them. Until this morning.
Paul came in her mouth, with no warning. He grabbed her head, forced her to stay in place while he pumped a thinner stream of semen into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed obediently, tongue teasing him to squirt out more, and then his cock went soft in her mouth and she felt him slipping out. A little trickle of cum oozed across her lower lip and she looked up at him. Her eyes were trying to apologize, but she didn’t think he could see that. His own eyes were still blazing, as they had been ever since he walked into the bedroom and discovered Caron pussy-full of Lou Archer. Well, he had a right to be angry. But she couldn’t give it a lot of thought. Not now, when Lou was picking up speed in her asshole. He had her from behind, had her fully now. One of his hands mauled her small but sensitive tits, the other was busy with her cunt, thumb-tickling her clit, fingers working in and out of her pussy in counterpoint to the asshole splitting strokes of his thick cock. She moaned and writhed and fucked back at him, her breath coming in short gasps, her nipples rigid, her pussy full of juice. She reached down, touched his hand where he fingered her twat. One of her fingers slipped in, alongside his, and they finger-fucked her pussy in sweet happy tandem. His cock swelled and thrust in her rectum, and she knew he was almost there, ready to shoot. His fingers pinched off her slit and she moaned, knowing that she was almost there too.
“Do it, oh, do it,” she whined, “make me come, make me fucking come!”
He did the scissors bit on her clitoris and that was all she wrote. Caron exploded. Her pussy convulsed and her rectum tightened like a vise on the swollen bulk of his dick. He kept fucking, into that constriction, fucking as best he could. Deep, slow strokes that plumbed the depths of her anal tube. Her finger was still in her snatch and she could feel, through the narrow wall of tissue that divided pussy and rectum, the steady, implacable penetrations of his cock. She could even sense the throb of his pulse, rippling through his dick. It was like touching him, finger to cock, and it was magic.
“Now,” she moaned, “do it now, do it nowwww! Ohhhhhhh sweeeeetttt Jeeeeeesssuuussss!”
And if the first come had been spectacular, the second might have been orchestrated by Cecil B. De Mile. The only thing missing was Moses parting the Red Sea. Her body went crazy and so did Lou’s. She felt every separate gush of cum he poured up her asshole, and she tried to keep count of them, but who could concentrate in a situation like this? He thrust into her seven, maybe eight, even nine times, each thrust dumping a globby squirt of cum deep in Caron’s anal passage, and then he lay panting and hushed against her, holding her tightly as she sobbed and wept through the remainder of her own orgasm.
The room was silent when she and Lou came apart. Paul sat on the bed, sullen-faced, as if he’d been morally outraged by the display he had just witnessed. Caron’s features were deep red, not from embarrassment, but from the exertion she’d been through. Taking on two men at the same time was exhausting, especially on the pussy. How many men had she fucked on the beach that time, years ago? Five or six? Maybe seven? She couldn’t remember, and she was somehow thankful she couldn’t. It wasn’t the kind of thing she intended to do frequently in the future, and yes, thank you, she did, have a future.
Caron sidled off the bed. She ambled slowly across the room, walking gingerly to ease the strain on her
