asshole.
'Oh, God, that feels good. I never wear panties under riding pants. The coarse material feels so good against my cunt when I'm on horseback. I can actually come that way. I'll raise up so you can get unzipped and take your prick out.'
'Oh, Jesus.' John said, fumbling at his fly. He got it out, but it wouldn't go between her thighs they were pressed together so tightly by the pants.
'You'll have to take them off,' she said, rolling off him onto her back.
He got to his knees and tugged at her pants. 'You'll have to take my boots of first, darling,' she said. He got her boots off and then finally her riding pants. She spread her legs open and placed a hand on each fat thigh. 'Kiss it, honey,' she said.
John looked at the great hairy gash and hesitated.
'Well, at least take your pants down and put something in it,' she demanded.
He got his pants down to his knees and dropped on top of her. She found him with her hand and guided his cock into the wet, hairy mass between her thighs. Her cuntlips opened and sucked his cock inside.
A squat, ugly young man stood at the door to the stall watching, his massive cock sticking from his dirty jeans. He grinned and wrapped his hand around his prick and stroked the thick foreskin off the huge, bulbous head. He knew that John Richardson would get it good; the widow DeWinter was one fine fuck. He knew because he had fucked her here in this same stall the day that John and his bride had arrived and then again each night after the bridge game had ended.
Roxy gasped with pleasure as John's cock pushed in to the hilt. 'Ooooh, it's been so long, darling, so long since I've had this.' Her thighs came up against his hips as she locked her ankles behind his back. 'Get it all in… I need it, I need it!'
Her cunt closed like a vise around his cock and he knew he couldn't last long. He felt cum rising from his balls like a garden hose filling with water.
'Not yet… not yet!' Roxy gasped, driving her cunt up to meet his insipid thrusts. But it was too late, John's cock was spurting jizz in gobs of saved-up lust.
She moaned with despair when he pulled out and his cock shriveled to nothing before her eyes.
'We'd better leave separately.' John said, getting to his feet and adjusting his trousers. 'We wouldn't want to be seen.'
'Of course not.' Roxy said, her cunt aching with desire. 'Light me a cigarette before you go.'
John lit a cigarette and stepped over and put it in her waiting fingers. And then he was gone. Roxy sighed and drew deeply on her cigarette.
She lay with her legs open and inviting, her mouth on the cigarette, when the ugly youth reappeared. His cock still hung from his open pants. It was easily ten inches long and not completely erect.
Roxy looked up at him and smiled. 'Come in and close the door behind you,' she said. 'How long have you been watching?'
'For a while,' he said, and giggled foolishly.
'Come here and kiss me, darling,' she said, raising her knees and spreading the lips of her cunt with her fingers. 'You're not afraid to kiss my cunt, are you?'
He came to her and kneeled between her legs. His ugly, pimple covered face lowered into her crotch. It was pungent and oozing John's cum.
'Eat my cunt, Donny, suck the rich man's jizz out of my pussy and make me come,' she cried hoarsely.
'Eat the rich man's jizz.' Donny said, and pressed his mouth to her cunt. His tongue was thick and rough as it pushed up into her hole and one of his fat fingers had already found her asshole.
Roxy grunted with animal pleasure, holding him tightly by the ears as he ate her out. She came very hard and pushed his head away. 'Now use that magnificent cock on me!' she pleaded.
Donny got to his feet. 'Have to piss first,' he said. He stood where she could watch and peed until there was a large puddle, then he pulled at his cock until it stretched out to an unbelievable twelve inches. It jutted from his grimy jeans like an obscene club, its huge glans, bloated and purple, still half-sheathed in the thick foreskin.
'Lay down on me, Donny. Get it in quick… I need it!' Roxy cried, her eyes fixed on the huge column.
'Rich man not very good?' Donny asked.
'Rich man terrible, a bum fuck. Now do it like it's supposed to be done.'
The ugly boy came down on top of her and pressed his fat lips to her mouth. She opened slightly and his coarse tongue rolled inside. Her hands grabbed at his monstrous cock, pressing the huge knob to her cunt. He hunched roughly and she squealed with pain and pleasure as her cuntlips gaped open and peeled back his foreskin.
'My God, you must be bigger than the horses you tend,' she gasped when eight inches had been imbedded inside her.
'Big mare in next stall think so.' Donny grunted hunching for more penetration.
'Not really?' Roxy cried.
'Really.'
'You've got to let me watch… ooh, that hurts!'
'Can't. Wrong time of month. Mare won't let me.' He was pushing in the last two inches.
Roxy's legs splayed further apart. 'Oh, Jesus, Donny… I think I can take it all this time. God, but it's good! Push it all in!' She felt the cold, sharp metal of his zipper and knew she had the whole foot inside her.
Donny liked it when he could get it all in. Most women couldn't take it all. He had better than nine inches when he was fourteen and had been fucking grown women since he was ten.
Roxy lay beneath him moaning, tears running from her eyes. After the second orgasm she had lost count, going into a daze of sexual bliss, one massive orgasm that didn't seem to end. She slipped slowly from reality, her body loose, yet still lifting to meet each thrust.
'Gonna come, gonna come, gonna come.' Donny chanted, drawing part way out and then slamming back in. He felt the massive load of jizz swell his prick and yanked out, and with the expertise of practice, guided his cock to her face where he squirted gob after gob of his thick, pasty slime over her lips. Her lips opened and he pressed his cock in and jacked off until he was dry.
The brutish boy stood and grinned at the job he had done, his teeth spaced like a picket fence. He grasped his cock and stretched the foreskin back into place, wiping the ooze with his hand and then onto his pants. He left the stall, stuffing his monstrous organ back into his pants.
Roxy roused from her stupor, her cunt still twitching, and struggled back into her skin-tight riding pants. Her pussy was sore. A hot tub and a gin and tonic were in order.
Eva was still in bed when John returned. He decided he really hadn't enjoyed it with Roxy like he thought he would. It had been too quick, and she had been too aggressive, and the pangs of guilt gnawed at him. He felt even worse after he got Eva up and watched her bent over the stool. She was a very sick girl.
It was almost noon when he got her dressed and down to the coffee shop when he forced her to eat a soft boiled egg and drink several cups of black coffee. It didn't seem to help. She still felt terrible.
Roxy saw them in the coffee shop. The bath had done wonders; she felt marvelous. 'You look terrible, Eva,' she said. 'What you need is a drink.'
'My God, Roxy, that's what's the matter with her now! Too much to drink.' John exclaimed.
'Sometimes a little hair of the dog is the only remedy.' She took Eva by the arm. 'Come along, Eva, Roxy will make you feel better.'
Eva wobbled to her feet and followed Roxy into the bar. She was too sick to do anything else.
The bar was deserted. Roxy pushed Eva into a booth and ordered her a double shot. Eva gagged and almost threw up, but she got it down. She was working on her second one when John arrived.
'Slide in here beside me, John.' Roxy said.
He slid in, a worried look on his face. 'Is she going to be okay?'
'She'll be fine.' Roxy said. She half-turned and put her mouth against John's. Her tongue glided into his mouth.
