around her head and pushing her down to his fat cock-head.
'Come on, doll,' Nick was grunting. 'Give my peter some suckin'. I want your warm mouth sipping up that meat.'
Bruce was behind her, kneeling. 'Okay, honey, here comes my BIG MAC!' He flexed his ass muscles and rammed his motherfucker into her asshole.
'Uhh!' she gulped, then slid her moist lips onto Nick's cock. She mumbled as she sucked it, licking around the head and pushing her mouth down the long shaft. His rod was pinkish like the rest of the body, and his legs were covered with a reddish fuzz.
Bruce pumped his fat boner into her tight asshole. The muscles in her ass grabbed at his thick meat, squeezing it each time he forced it in. His arms were wrapped around her waist while he rode her like a fucking, bucking bronco. The cool breeze howling made his dangling balls tingle.
Nick lay comfortably on his back, feeding the woman his dong. She nibbled on his pud with starving hunger. He could feel her push his whang deep into her throat, sliding into her cheeks, then getting wiped with her tonsils. Christ, she was giving him a great head-job. She sucked it down to the hairy root.
'You really know how to use your head, baby,' Nick groaned, his head rolling from side to side, his stomach sucking in deeply, then rising slowly, unsurely. 'Play with my balls.'
She cupped his sac and pinched his rocks. 'You got just what I like a cock with lots of meat on it… mmm, does this taste good… I want to drink all of your load…'
'You can have it, baby. I want you to like it…' Jesus, this was so much different from all the other gang-bang sessions he and Bruce used to have. Before, they would have to hold the chick down good in order to shove their dicks into her, but this… she was more than willing to please them.
Bruce was pounding his fuck-pole into her warm butt, gasping for air. 'Jesus, honey, ram your little ass back a few times. Ahhh, that's nice… real nice. Give it to me, fuck me, baby, fuck me. I'm gonna corn-hole you so bad you're gonna be shittin' for a month non top.'
'I like it…' she moaned. 'I love it… give it to me… bang me harder… my pussy's getting so soaking wet from all this fucking and sucking…'
Bruce pressed his thick meat into her ass roughly. It was so soft between her le… and so moist. It was like fucking a wash-rag. She was a great piece of ass to dig into.
'Pour that pud-juice into me, stud,' she whimpered, in front of him. 'I want you to pump it all into me…'
'Don't worry, bitch,' Bruce grunted. 'You're gonna need a toilet-plunger to get all my jizz out of your ass. You're gonna need a Kotex pad shoved up your ass to soak up all that goo.'
Christ, her ass was so TIGHT and slimy inside, he thought, pushing his pecker into her bung. It was squeezing his dong out of shape every time he nailed it in that sweet cunt, he murmured… juicy, hot bitch…
She loved the way it went into her asshole. Like a thick, solid spike hammering into a hole. She felt like her insides were tearing apart each time he shoved his cock in.
She took her mouth off Nick's cock for a minute and began licking around his joint. She snipped along his red nest of prick hair. She tongued his nuts.
'Uhh… kiss my rocks, honey,' Nick snorted, going wild. 'Stuff 'em in your mouth and suck 'em!'
She licked his sac. Mmmm… she could taste his red hair in her mouth; his balls were soft and salty-tasting. Her tongue lowered and darted into his asshole. He jumped for a minute, then gasped.
'Do it again. Yeah, that's it!' he panted. 'Ohhhh, that's good… More! Do it some more! That's nice, baby, real nice… now suck on my tool for a while. I feel like laying a thick wad into your mouth…'
'I'm not letting you cum that easy,' she told him, filling her mouth with more of his prong. 'Beg me.'
'Fucking slut,' he moaned. 'No chick makes me beg. All of 'em want that pound of beef you're chewin' on.' She started to pull away from him, but he grabbed hold of her head and pushed her down tightly. 'You're gonna get a mouthful of jism now! UHHHH!'
'Yeah!' Bruce cried, his dick plowing into her asshole full speed. 'I'm gonna juice up that hole of yours!'
'Hurry!' she gasped. 'Now… oh, I want it all, all your spunk. Drown me with it!'
Jizz was pouring in gobs into her mouth. She could feel his fat cock-head spitting up jism down her throat and she loved it. Christ, how she missed the taste of it. It felt so good, pumping, flushing into her. And her ass, getting injected with jism. Lots of it, pouring down her legs, clogging up her asshole. She smelled of cum, all of her. And sweat, since Bruce was perspiring all over her. She grunted and groaned and collapsed onto the grass behind the bushes. Jesus, she sighed, Jesus.
Nick was pulling up his pants and zipping his fly. 'You were a pretty good piece, baby. Maybe we'll see you again sometime.'
'Yeah,' Bruce nodded, stuffing his cock back into his trousers. 'It was some ride.'
She was smiling. 'Hey, reach my purse over there, will ya?' she asked him, slipping back into her hot pants.
'Sure…' Nick scooped it up, but her wallet fell out. As he reached to pick it up, her noticed that her driver's license was sticking out. He read the name printed on it. Hmm… JACQUELINE SPAULDING. Holy Christ! They just cluster fucked Mark Spaulding's wife! The wife of Playpen's editor-in-chief!
'I'll take that, Mr. Renault,' Jackie said slyly.
'Y-You know my name?' Nick stammered.
'Of course.' She grabbed the wallet from his shaking hand. 'I've met you before. Both you and Mr. Kane.'
'Jesus Christ!' Bruce gulped, recognizing her, too. We didn't know…
'What's there to be sorry about?' she laughed. 'I loved every minute of it.'
Nick swallowed hard. 'This… this ain't never gonna happen again…'
'What?' she snapped. 'You've got to be kidding. I intend to have a repeat performance tomorrow night. At my home. Mark won't be around, so you won't have to worry about him.'
'We couldn't fuck you again,' Bruce said, steadily. 'Knowing that you're Mark Spaulding's…'
'Oh, but you will. Again and again,' she told them. 'You don't think I'm giving both of you up, do you? Not after having the best time of my life just now.'
'We never hit a chick more than once,' Nick explained. 'It's a one-shot deal. We hit and split.'
'Well, if that's the case,' Jackie said, swinging the purse over her shoulder, 'maybe Mark might be interested in this little escapade tonight. It might make great bedtime conversation.'
'You wouldn't tell Mark…' Bruce said worriedly.
'I might,' she smiled.
'That's blackmail!' Nick growled.
'Damn right,' Jackie giggled. 'Just think, we'd make a great trio. It is agreed, isn't it, gentlemen?'
Bruce looked at Nick. 'I…'
'Cunt's got your tongue?' she mused. Nick just kept looking at Bruce. Oh, Christ, how could they have possibly balled the boss' wife? How…
CHAPTER SEVEN
Carole Harris sat nervously, shifting the Scotch on the rocks in her hands and feeling her knees trembling. Steven Hayes was behind the bar of his apartment, mixing another drink for himself why had she come here with Steve in the first place? she asked herself, over and over again, looking around at his sharply decorated apartment. A typical bachelor pad. There was even music playing in the background. Soft music.
'Are you sure you wouldn't like me to freshen up your drink?' he asked her, grinning from behind the portable bar.
Her eyes darted at him suspiciously. 'N-No, this one is fine.'
Steven Hayes was not a bad-looking man for thirty-eight. He had a receding hairline and the top of his head was smooth, giving way to a crop of dark-brown hair, thick and well-kept. He was tall, six-one, and had a skinny body. His palms were hairy. His voice was low and sexy.
He strode from behind the bar and sat next to heron the black vinyl couch. 'I hope you like this kind of music,' he said, sipping his drink and keeping his brown eyes on her.
