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Authors name: Michael Schumann (fictioneer@indiatimes.com)
Story title : Back Door Wives 

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Back Door Wives (M+F+, FF, exh, reluc, bi, orgy)
by Michael Schumann (fictioneer@indiatimes.com)

***

Young wife takes a crash course in anal sex when her 
husband demands some from her. Luckily, she has a 
girlfriend with a cheat sheet. This story was originally
written by my ancient pseudo "Ron Taylor." Any redeeming
social values are accidental.

***

CHAPTER 1


"I don't believe this," Tricia Miller said. "All you 
can say is 'so what'??? I tell you that my husband has 
announced, totally out of the blue, that he wants to 
stick his prong up my asshole, and you sit there with 
that Mona Lisa smile saying 'So what?' Doesn't it 
shock you just a little, Kate? It certainly shocked 
the hell out of me!"

Kate shrugged. "It's no big deal," she replied. "I've 
done it a few times. Jesus, I thought everybody had!"

"You?" Tricia said. "Oh, I don't believe that! I 
can't see you holding still for anything so -- _weird_. 
You honestly mean to tell me that you and Roger -- no!"

"I didn't say it was with _Roger_," Kate purred, "but 
yes, we do it once in a while. Actually, it's kinda 
fun, if you get into it with the right attitude."

Tricia shook her head. She thought she knew Kate 
Parker, but she was starting to realize that there were 
some things about her friend that could still surprise 
her. And she'd just heard one of them. Tricia took 
another sip of her drink and thought about what had 
happened in her bedroom, last night, and then this 
morning ...

***

"Yes, oh God, oh Jesus, yes, fuck me," Tricia moaned, 
writhing, her sweating body slipping and sliding 
beneath her husband. Ken was in her cunt deeply, his 
big cock reaming out the horny tightness of her snug 
pussy, and she moaned again each time he rammed it hard 
and fast, banging the bottom of her hot box.

She lifted her knees higher, allowing him to sink even 
further into her juiced-up, sexed-up cunt, and she 
whined in delight as his cock hairs scraped like wet 
sandpaper against the splayed flaps of her pussy. Her 
clit throbbed, and her juices oozed from the hole, 
greasing the entry and re-entry of his hard, hot cock.

He was sucking on her tits as he fucked her. She 
wasn't sure which she liked best, his cock in her pussy 
or her nipples all stiff and throbbing inside his 
mouth. His fingers and his teeth sank into the doughy 
softness of her tits.

He buried his face between them, squishing the 
salty-tasting mounds onto his face, and then he sucked 
his way up one peak, then the other, clamping his lips 
possessively onto her hard red beads of arousal.

He nibbled them, he chewed them, he pulled them with 
his lips and teeth till they were an inch long and she 
felt as if she were even squirting milk into his mouth. 
And his cock continued to ram her snatch, banging 
ferociously into her cum-thirsty hole.

He rolled onto his side, pulling Tricia with him. They 
banged together, face to face. Her hot wet mouth 
covered his, her tongue exploring as deep into his 
mouth as his cock worked into her wiggling, 
fuck-starved pussy.

She held him with the athletic grip of her legs, the 
sucking pressure of her contracting pussy sheath 
gobbling his cock as he fucked her. His swollen knob 
probed deeper and deeper inside her, touching off new 
sparks of arousal within Tricia.

"Want to fuck you dog-style," he gasped, and she just 
nodded, licking the sweat off her lips.

Tricia loved it from the back, his hands active on her 
ass while he filled her cunt with ripe hard meat. She 
fought her cunt off the prick it was eating so 
voraciously, and she got up onto her knees, her ass 
jutting up an invitation to her husband.

"Put it right here," she growled, rubbing the wet, 
itchy labes of her pussy. Her clit tingled with each 
stroke, and she soaked her fingers in the juicy 
discharge that was leaking from her hole.

For a moment she let her fingers go deeply into her 
pussy, and she worked them in and out, reaming her 
cunt, making it ready for the re-insertion of Ken's big 
hard cock. But, mmmmm, her fingers could never compare 
with the big tool that was waiting to stuff itself 
inside her hole once again!

She pulled her fingers out and, while the hole was 
still dilated, he rammed his dick inside her once more. 
The big hard shaft sank into Tricia's cunt, spreading 
the tight pink labes, exerting a luscious brain- 
boggling pull on the taut-stretched flesh at the base 
of her hard clit.

"Oh, Jeeeeesus," Tricia whined, jerking forward as he 
stabbed her from the rear. She worked her ass up and 
down, and her pussy swallowed Ken's cock again and 
again, taking it to places, she was sure, he'd never 
fucked her yet. But each time with him felt like a 
brand new experience!

Just like losing her cherry all over again, but mmmm, 
now she knew what was coming and she wasn't scared at 
all, unlike that first time.

He slapped the jiggling cheeks of her ass while he 
filled her and refilled her with his cock. She winced 
and whimpered, but she really enjoyed his playful 
slaps. Her ass stung, but it also quivered and jerked 
and it seemed to pull more and more of his cock into 
her hungry cunt.

She reached down, intending to frig and stroke her 
clitoral area, but his fingers beat her to the hot 
spot, and she let her hand drop away. Ken was doing 
just fine and needed no help from Tricia, when it came 
to frigging her hot horny clit.

"Yesssss ... " she moaned, the fires of orgasm boiling 
in her blood. "Oh, fuck me, honey, make me fuckin' 
commmmme!!!"

"Make both of us come," he husked, shoving her with his 
prick. Tricia jerked forward again, but her ass 
returned and as it did, her cunt swallowed him whole. 

She felt his balls and his groin against her 
snatch-slice, and he seemed to rotate his dick inside 
her without even moving. Her cunt was doing the whole 
job and she didn't feel overworked one little bit.

She felt like a cork being invaded by the corkscrew, 
only she was gonna let go of something even better than 
Chateau Lafite-Rothschild 1939!

Her cunt was gonna cover his cock in sweet sticky 
honeygoo!

He felt bigger than normal, inside her, but he was 
fucking hard and hot for a good reason. Tomorrow 
morning he was going to leave on a business trip, all 
the way to the west coast. He'd be gone for at least a 
week, maybe a little longer, and this fuck would have 
to keep both of them humming till he got back home.

His rigid, fuck-maddened prick throbbed with the 
urgency of his lust, and the swelling of the rod buried 
inside Tricia made her body hum in shared response, 
mutual need.

"More, harder," she whined, "oh, you know how to do 
it!!!"

Did he ever! His hand on her clit, his dick in her 
cunt, she could not restrain herself from gushing into 
orgasm -- in fact, she had no idea why she should even 
want to keep from coming, unless it might be to prolong 
to unendurable lengths the delicious excitement of this 
moment.

But as the orgasm rushed through her pussy, she 
surrendered and she knew that it was the best thing to 
do.

"I'm cummmming!!!" she moaned, "oh, God, you fucked me 
and made me come all over that yummy cock of yours!!!"

He kept on slapping her ass, but the strokes grew 
lighter, only lovepats now, and she hardly noticed 
them, in the exploding delight of her ecstasy. "Yes, 
yes," she whined over and over, "oh, God, yesssss!!!"

His cock probed deeper and harder, pushing her orgasm 
into an almost volcanic explosion of hot lust. She 
moaned and sobbed with the force of her climax, her 
pussy sucking voraciously around the thrusting shaft of 
Ken's hard cock.

The tip of her womb was almost raw from the frenzy of 
his fucking, and she knew her entire body would ache in 
the morning, but who the goddamn fuck cared, when it 
made you feel this good right now???

Her ass lifted and fell, slithering wetly and stickily 
around the inserted meat of his big hard dick. Jesus, 
she loved it when he fucked her from the rear, just 
like this! Her cunt drooled and climaxed around his 
cock and she worked her ass backwards, eating more and 
more of him.

His hands pawing her hot body while he reamed her tight 
but hungry cunt. His body banging hard against hers 
each time he filled her anew with the thrusting lust of 
his cock. The ticklish feel of his cockhairs scraping 
against the prick-splayed flanges of her pussy was as 
maddening as it was arousing, and oh God, was it ever 
arousing! 

His hand brushed again along the risen tip of her 
tumultuous clit and the sweat rolled in hot beads down 
her trembling body. She arched her back, rising toward 
the oncoming thrust of his cock and she bit her lower 
lip, sweat oozing from every pore of her body.

He was still inside her, fucking for dear life, his 
cock as big as a fencepost and as hard as steel. Just 
the feel of him deep in her twat made Tricia's clit 
twitch and shiver. Her pussy muscles sucked along the 
length of Ken's tool and urged him to squirt his hot 
cock-milk straight into her uterus.

Sexually, she was a late bloomer. She had been pretty 
ugly in high school and never had a date. By college 
she'd lost forty pounds of unneeded weight and her body 
had taken on its present eye-catching curves and 
contours. She'd learned about hair and makeup and 
clothes. Guys who wouldn't have given her the time of 
day in high school began to line up around Tricia.

But she knew they didn't care a fuck about her as a 
person; they only wanted her body. She had been able 
to look at them objectively, thanks to her years as an 
ugly duckling.

Tricia waited till she was twenty to lose her cherry, 
and she had had only a little experience at sex by the 
time she met Ken two years later. She'd gone without 
for so long that it just didn't seem that important to 
her. Until she met Ken.

God, was he sexy! Everything she'd always wanted in a 
man -- great-looking, intelligent, not rich but 
comfortable. They just seemed to click from their 
first meeting, and she found herself spreading her legs 
for him on their very first date.

Yes, and she'd been spreading ever since, too! A year 
and a half into their marriage, sex with him was still 
a wild, crazy adventure, and she couldn't believe how 
hotly she responded to his body and his cock.

"Come inside me," she panted, rolling her hips and 
milking hard on his thrusting cock. "I wanna feel your 
hot wad blasting into my pussy!" Her ass wiggled, and 
her muscles yanked on the shaft of his prick, urging 
the gushing response she craved from his rod.

But instead he eased his cock out of the clench of her 
cuntal grip and she gasped, reaching back between her 
legs to recapture him, to bring him right fucking back 
where he goddamn belonged!

"No," she gasped, her arm rubbing the drooling lips of 
her pussy slice as she fumbled to catch hold of his 
dick, "no, I want you in me ... "

She felt suddenly the wet kiss of his cunt-soaked tool, 
brushing up and down the twitchy crack of her ass. 
"Put it in, goddamn it," she commanded, "oh, why are 
you teasing me???"

Then her back arched and she flopped over onto her 
side, drawing her knees protectively toward her tits. 
"What are you _doing_???" she asked. "What are you 
trying to do to me, Ken Miller?"

Her anus still throbbed from the surprise attack of his 
lust-fattened cock, and her eyes were wide in shocked 
surprise.

"Something new," he said in a shaky voice, hovering 
above her with his cock full of lust and hotblooded 
excitement. He looked enormous. "Let me put it in 
your asshole," he said.

Tricia shrieked. "Put it in my _what_??? Ken Miller, 
you've gotta be kidding!" Instinctively, she reached 
down and covered her tiny pink rear opening with the 
flat of her hand. Her palm was moist and shivery, and 
the touch on her asshole was tingly-exciting as she 
squeezed down. But his cock, in that minuscule place? 
Jesus, no!

He took her thighs and opened them, leaning down so he 
could rub his cheek up and down the tingly interior of 
her legs. His breath brushed across the raw, 
fuck-savaged slice of her pussy. She lay panting, 
still high from her orgasm.

"We've never tried it," he said. "It's about the only 
thing we've never done, and I feel this crazy 
irresistible urge to put my cock straight up your tiny 
pink asshole. Right now."

The sexual urge began to dissipate almost immediately 
inside Tricia. Put his cock in her -- her asshole? 
Oh, God, what a _disgusting_ idea! Her anal sphincter 
clenched defensively at the very thought of it.

"That's sick," she whispered. "Normal people don't do 
things like that. Oh, Ken, how could you even ask me 
to consider it? I thought you loved me!"

Ken sighed. "Maybe it is a little abrupt. But honey, 
I really want to do it to you. And I think you'd enjoy 
it just as much as I would. C'mon, Tricia -- can't we 
at least try?"

"Absolutely fucking not!" she snapped. "And you must 
think I'm some kind of slut or you wouldn't even ask me 
to consider that!"

"Well, we have to do something about this," Ken pointed 
out, indicating his rigid, pussy-coated cock. He 
looked down at Tricia.

She sat up, smiling. As long as he'd given up that 
filthy idea! She pulled his face down to hers and she 
kissed him lovingly, to let him know he was forgiven, 
and then she worked her mouth down his body. He'd 
given her such a sweet hot come with his cock, the 
least she could do now was to pay him back in the 
juiciest way she knew how.

Her tongue loved its way down his belly, through his 
body hairs, into the nest of dark fur that ringed the 
base of his rigid cock. As she licked around and 
around the base of his tool, her randy fingers were 
busy playing with the velvet-smooth, heat-throbbing tip 
of Ken's prick, squeezing it, feeling the bubbly ooze 
of pre-cum and jism that leaked from his wet slit.

She began to salivate for the taste of him, and she 
stopped teasing. Her tongue licked onto the root of 
his cock, down to adore the bag of nuts that were 
loaded with hot cum. She held his prick upright while 
she sucked his balls, and she heard him groan from deep 
in his belly as her suckling got hotter and nastier, 
the sensitive stones bouncing around inside their 
protective sac.

She followed the big cum-vein up the underside of his 
tool, licking, nibbling delicately. His prick was hot 
with arousal, tasting of his own meaty masculinity and 
the musky juices it had fucked out of her ripe hot 
pussy.

Tricia loved to lick her juices off his dick. Her cum 
was so delicious, it was no wonder he seemed to spend 
half his at-home hours with his face buried between her 
legs, his tongue worshiping her juicy cunt.

She licked every inch of him, saving the big swollen 
red knob for last, because it was the sweetest and most 
delicious, and she loved to tantalize herself as much 
as she did Ken. She'd never enjoyed sucking cocks 
before she got her mouth around his for the first time. 
Now that she was an old hand, she could eat him for 
hours, and she loved the excitement of feeling his 
first squirting gush of cum splatter her tongue.

"I love you," she whispered, as she always did, just 
before she slipped her round mouth over the end of his 
prick. She took him in and out, sliding her mouth 
across his excited tool, licking as she sucked. The 
friction of her lips on his knob was exciting -- as 
much to Tricia as it was to Ken.

She took him deeper, gasping as the hugeness of his 
aroused cock slipped into her middle mouth. He always 
told her that his dick hadn't been nearly as big before 
he met her, that she was responsible for the size his 
meat reached when it hit full erection. She'd never 
been with a bigger prick, but she hadn't been with very 
many before his.

No matter. Ken's rod was literally all she could 
handle, and then some. She sucked in some breath, 
filling her lungs before she moved her face even 
further downward on his clublike prong.

The knob entered her throat, and she sucked hard, her 
orality totally full of her man's prick. Her eyes were 
closed, and she was moaning and humming around the meat 
that clogged her mouth, the way she always did when she 
sucked him off.

She felt his hands on her pussy, a finger entering her 
gash, and she wiggled about, pushing her cunt at the 
invading finger while she continued to give her man 
oral pleasure.

He worked in and out of her wetness, and she found 
herself almost as excited as she'd been with his cock 
ramming up her snatch. He had educated fingers, and 
her cunt was a straight-A student.

Ken tickled her clit while he fingerfucked in and out, 
and she squirmed, oozing pussy juice down his probing 
finger. Her mouth worked up and down the length of his 
rod, sucking feverishly.

She wasn't sure whether she liked it best in her mouth 
or in her cunt, to tell the truth. The act of sucking 
his cock sent shivers of excitement up and down her 
spine and made the sweat bead and bubble in her armpits 
and between her legs. She squeezed her thighs 
together, trapping his hand just where it enjoyed 
being, and she used her pussy muscles on his finger as 
excitedly as she used her mouth and throat on his cock.

"Yeah, baby," she heard him say, "you've almost got me 
there ... keep on sucking, Trish ... oh, fucking shit, 
baby, that tongue, that hot nasty tongue ... "

She was eating him solely with her mouth. No hands in 
play at all. She liked it best that way. And so did 
he. Her mouth worked up and down the length of his 
rod, swallowing him in deeper and faster suckles, that 
took him almost impossibly deep into her throat.

Her muscles ached at the size of him, fucking down her 
gullet, but she was thirsty for his sperm and she 
didn't care. The oozing balsam of his cum would soothe 
away the minor aches and pains.

Do it, she urged him with her lashing tongue, shoot 
your cum right into me! Her face lifted, till only the 
knob itself was caught between her lips, and she looked 
up at him with a mischievous grin as she worried and 
sucked and siphoned his cum-flower, her tongue licking 
madly as she nursed him with her mouth.

"Aaaahhhh ... " His groan was deep, baritone, and she 
had heard it often enough to know exactly what it 
meant. She gave a whimpering little cry around his 
cock, and suddenly her mouth was full of his hot 
squirting jizz.

Tricia drained him, gulping down his offering, and she 
licked him clean with her tongue before she raised her 
head from his cock.

"Wasn't that better than sticking it up my asshole?" 
she asked smugly, rubbing a stray drop of sperm from 
her chin. She raised her eyebrows, awaiting his reply, 
and she licked her finger as clean as she'd licked his 
prick.

He came into her arms, kissing her mouth while his 
hands explored her body, and even as their bodies 
rubbed comfortingly together, Tricia found herself 
drifting into a sweet, satiated sleep.


CHAPTER 2


She dreamed lush sexy dreams. She almost always did, 
after a hot session with Ken. It was like something 
out of one of those hot romance novels, but even as she 
reveled in the dream she knew it wasn't nearly as good 
as the real thing. She'd have matched her life, second 
for second, against anything in the Candlelight Ecstasy 
line.

The dream got more and more intense. He was kissing 
her all over, moving his face down into her crotch. He 
opened her cunt and licked into the hot pink wetness of 
the hole, then up to the clit, which was already hard 
and excited with anticipation. "Yes," she heard 
herself whispering, "oh, yes, eat my juicy pussy!"

He came back up her body, sharing the taste of her cunt 
with Tricia's lips. She lapped her juices off his 
mouth, sucked them from his tongue. He went down 
again, to the pink tabs of her hard-nippled tits, and 
she moaned gleefully as he sucked them even harder.

His hand was between her legs, keeping her cunt ever 
stimulated, ever wet, ever hungry. A finger slithered 
like a snake into Tricia's pussy, hitting the spots 
within that always made her juices ooze, and she 
writhed eagerly on the bed, feeding him a tit, opening 
her cunt to his possessive fingerfucking.

His mouth moved ever southward, down toward the pussy. 
She had her legs flung open widely, and she was holding 
the labes apart. "Your tongue in me," she said. "I 
want your goddamn tongue in me!"

He turned her over, and her ass lifted into the air, 
just as if he were about to fuck her dog-style. 
Instead of his cock, though, he used his face on 
Tricia's cunt. He licked up her legs, onto the pussy 
bun, while she stretched the labes and fingered herself 
in anticipation. His tongue and her fingers worked in 
and out simultaneously, and it was a tossup which of 
them was doing more for Tricia's arousal.

Ken teased her cunt marvelously. God, what a delicious 
dream! While he was on the west coast, she'd frig 
herself mercilessly, reliving every moment of this! It 
was strange how her mind could be so _aware_ during a 
dream, though. Next time she saw Carl Jung she'd have 
to ask him about that.

His tongue flicked again and again over the itchy, 
twitchy gash of Tricia's cunt. She squirmed and moaned 
with each lick, her own fingers busy deep inside. He 
took the fingers out of her hole and sucked the juices 
from them, then re-inserted them for her, and his wrist 
guided Tricia's as she masturbated furiously.

"Yes, yes," she moaned, "oh, god, fucking yes!"

He moved his mouth upward, spending a tantalizing 
eternity on her perineum. The tiny strip of border 
flesh between her anus and her cunt was almost raw from 
the intensity with which he licked her. He knew that 
his tongue there always drove her crazy, and Tricia's 
fingers thrust deeper and harder and faster, in and out 
of her creamy cunt.

His tongue moved a half-inch north and she made a 
whooshing sound. He cupped her buttocks and spread 
them, baring the tiny pink tightness of her clenched 
asshole.

"I love you here, too," she heard him whisper, and his 
tongue began to rim and tickle the little rosebud.

No one had ever done that to Tricia Miller before. She 
almost swooned as his tongue grew more aggressive, as 
his fingers pried gently but determinedly at the 
resistance of her sphincter.

He pulled the tiny hole open and his tongue moved into 
the dilated opening, flicking, stabbing, making shallow 
but undeniable penetration of her. She jerked at each 
touch, as if he'd slapped her with a paddle rather than 
flicked her with his tongue. Her ass grew hotter and 
hotter, and her fingers became almost maniacal inside 
her pussy.

"Christ," she panted, "oh, Christ ... "

He covered her shitter with his mouth and sucked. The 
part of her mind that remained conscious during the 
dream was thinking, God, how gross! He's sucking my 
asshole! But the vibrant, vital Tricia responded on a 
gut level, and her body began to shake and quiver in 
excitement, reacting to the caress of his hot, hungry 
mouth.

She found that by reaching back she could take hold of 
his prick, and God, was he hard! Her fist fitted 
around him and she thought, what a vivid, lifelike 
dream!

She was totally conscious of the pulsation beating 
rapidly through his hard cock, and her fingers 
moistened themselves in the little river of precum that 
was oozing from his slit. Normally her dreams weren't 
quite so detailed. She tightened her fist and took his 
pulse rate -- 100 and climbing -- from the throb of his 
aroused prick.

His tongue wormed into her rectum. "You're so filthy," 
she told him in a choked voice, "but you're making me 
so hot, too ... Jesus, Ken, I'm glad this is only a 
dream ... "

He licked up the crack of her ass, then back down, 
returning to her backdoor for more of the same hot 
turn-on he'd been giving her.

I'd never do anything like this in real life, Tricia 
told herself, but considering that I'm asleep and 
dreaming it all, it really is sort of exciting. It 
must, she supposed, have been planted in her 
subconscious by the weird turn that their last night's 
fuck had taken. She'd never even fantasized about 
asslicking before.

Her hand caressed his cock lovingly. She liked his 
size, his hardness, the eagerness his prick always 
showed to get inside her. As marriages went, they 
seemed to be perfectly matched. It was all she could 
do to get her fist around his rod when he was truly 
turned-on, and oh, fuck, was he ever turned-on right 
now! And so was she!

And while she played with his prick, his tongue 
continued to stimulate the maddened tautness of her 
asshole.

She couldn't believe the way it made her feel, but 
obviously his suggestion earlier in the night had 
planted the whole idea in her head, and you did the 
weirdest things in dreams anyway, because your 
subconscious was in control.

Tricia couldn't imagine having her asshole licked in 
real life, but in the dream it felt pretty damn good.

"Let's do it now," she heard him say. Do what? He 
kissed his way up her body, licking her spine, her 
shoulderblades. He pushed her long dark hair aside and 
his mouth found hers.

It felt weird to be kissing him, after he'd had his 
tongue up her ass, but it was only a dream, after all. 
She opened her mouth and his lips merged hotly, wetly, 
with hers, tongues working back and forth from one to 
the other.

Ken rolled her onto her back, and she fell eagerly to 
the bed, her arms and legs open for him. He came down 
upon her, kissing, sucking her tits once more. The 
nipples throbbed against his tongue.

His finger found her open pussy, opened it a little 
more. She reached down, grabbed his cock, squeezed it 
lusciously.

"Oh, yes, let's fuck right now," she told him. "Even 
if this is just a dream, I want you so bad I can taste 
it."

He leaned across Tricia's prone, hot body, opening the 
top left drawer of the small nightstand by the bed. 
"You don't need the jelly," she giggled. "Can't you 
feel how wet and hot and _ready_ my cunt is, just for 
you and that big fat dick?"

"Grease me anyway," he said, winking. "I wanna slip 
and slide in that tight yummy pussy, like slick tires 
on an icy road."

She squeezed a gob of jelly into her palm and sat up. 
"Oh, what a cock," she sighed. "I could make it wet 
enough just by sucking on it, but if you insist ... "

She rubbed her oily hand up and down his arching, 
jutting length, feeling again the throb and surge of 
power that pulsated through her husband's cock. Tricia 
looked up at him, her eyes full of love and lust. "I'm 
gonna come all over this dick," she whispered in her 
sultriest voice.

Tricia lay back, her knees up, her cunt glistening all 
wet and pink and ready. She cupped a tit with one 
hand, spread her flaps with the fingers of the other.

The dark hairs eased aside, and the juicy gleam of her 
cuntal interior came into full glorious view. She 
couldn't see it herself but she could see the 
reflection of her pussy in her man's face, and she knew 
that it looked just as good as it felt.

He came into her spread, crawling on his knees, his 
cock protruding nine inches ahead of the rest of him. 
The bulb on the end was as red as a whorehouse lantern, 
and the early morning light made reflections on the 
greasy substance she'd rubbed onto his hard flesh.

He brought the tip of his tool down to her wet open 
gash. "Yes," she said, "tickle my clit with that big 
hard thing!"

He rubbed her vigorously, but she didn't need any extra 
stimulation. God, what a dream! she told herself. 
She'd have to remember this one! She couldn't believe 
how goddamn vivid it all was, as if it was really 
happening.

The bulb of his rod nosed into the opening of her 
snatch and she pushed her pussy at him, lips snapping, 
ready to eat him in one hot hungry gulp.

"Yes, there," she gasped as he rammed his way into her, 
the kind of forceful penetration she had learned to 
love. He could fuck sweetly, but sometimes she _loved_ 
it hard and nasty, and this was certainly one of those 
times.

He went into her hard and deep, testing her response, 
and she was more than ready. She put the backs of her 
legs on his shoulders and lifted her cunt to meet the 
thrust of his aroused cock.

"Deeper, faster," she panted, "you can't fuck me too 
hard this time, baby ... "

Greased for the fuck, he ravaged her hot wet pussy. 
She moaned and bucked, the bed rocking beneath her. 
His hands were on her ass, keeping her lifted high, and 
his stiff prick thrust repeatedly into her hole. He 
hit bottom on every stroke, jarring Tricia almost 
unbearably. But even more unbearable was the need for 
release that she felt simmering inside her body.

"Make me come," she gasped, "oh, make me come!!!"

His cock slipped out of her hole. "Goddamn it!" she 
wailed, reaching down to recapture him, to put that 
fucker where it belonged.

He did a twist of the hips, and his prick eluded her 
hand. He lifted her ass a little higher, and she felt 
the knob of his rod between her buttocks. "Oh, wait a 
minute," she said crossly, but his hands pulled on the 
firm round cheeks, and they opened, and the tip of 
Ken's tool nudged insistently at the tiny petal of her 
asshole.

What was happening, goddamn it? The dream had taken a 
wrong turn somewhere, for sure!

But she rationalized that asshole fucking was obviously 
on her mind, thanks to Ken's bringing it up earlier, in 
real life, and her subconscious was just playing a 
jazzlike improvisation. It was okay.

He guided the tip of his dick to her anus. He was 
still slick and greasy from the jelly she'd smeared 
onto his rigid tool, and the knob did a slip-slide on 
her flesh. God, it felt so real!

"Open up, baby," she heard him say. She closed her 
eyes and smiled. It was only a dream, after all. 
Maybe in a dream it wouldn't be so dirty.

Anyway, she was due to wake up any minute now. Her 
dreams always seemed to concentrate on hot ripe 
foreplay, fading out when the really good stuff got 
underway. That was nice, because it made her wake up 
horny, and there was nothing like a fierce 
early-morning fuck with Ken to get her eyes open and 
her motor running for the day. It beat coffee.

Her eyes popped open as the knob of Ken's dick 
struggled with her anus, and she said, "Wait a minute, 
hon, this is only a dream, for Christ's sake ... "

He pushed, and the greasy bulb began to open her anal 
gap. The muscles strained -- they felt as if they were 
ripping! She was intensely aware of the swollen bulk 
of him, entering her tight forbidden backdoor. No 
dream of Tricia's had _ever_ been as realistic as this!

Tricia opened her mouth, and a choked wailing cry came 
out. It made her throat ache, and she blinked twice, 
and that's when she realized that she was awake and 
that Ken was, in fact, attempting to stick his goddamn 
cock straight up her asshole while she was asleep!

"You bastard!" she said, jerking loose from him. She 
drew back to the upper end of the bed, her back braced 
against the headboard, her knees pulled up to protect 
her body.

There was a redhot pain between her buttocks, where the 
huge blunt snout of Ken's cock had momentarily broken 
her privacy, and when she touched herself, she could 
feel the jelly that had rubbed off his prick and onto 
her anal crack.

Ken knelt at the foot of the bed, his cock sticking out 
massively, erect and enormously swollen. His face was 
even redder than his knob, and his knob was the color 
of thick hot blood.

"You cocksucker," she told him, "you lousy cocksucker! 
You were trying to fuck me in the ass while I was 
asleep! Did you think I wouldn't be aware of it???"

"I'm sorry," he said. "I thought maybe if you weren't 
completely awake, you might be a little more agreeable 
to the idea."

"More agreeable?" Her face was livid. "I told you 
already, I don't want to do that! It's filthy and 
disgusting! Sticking your cock in my ass! God, Ken, I 
use that hole to shit with! And you want to fuck it? 
Why don't you lick it, too?"

Suddenly her face went even redder as she realized that 
he probably had, that she had not dreamed that portion 
either. "That was so sneaky," she added in a small 
voice.

He crawled up to her, his cock preceding him. She 
turned away when he tried to put his arms around her. 
"Don't touch me," she said.

"Oh, for shit's sake, Tricia!" he blurted. "What the 
hell is wrong with you? You like to fuck. This is 
just fucking -- only it's a little different kind of 
fucking! Why not give it a try?"

"Because it's filthy," she snapped back. "And it 
hurts! I couldn't take that thing of yours up my 
asshole if I even wanted to -- which I most certainly 
fucking do _not_ want to do, Ken Miller! And I think 
you're a rotten son of a bitch for trying to sneak it 
into me when I already told you I wouldn't do it. Now 
just leave me alone, will you?"

He pointed to his cock. "What shall we do about this?" 
he asked, in the kind of soothing, coaxing voice that 
normally had Tricia's crotch dripping with lust. But 
now he sounded as oily as the jelly she'd rubbed onto 
his prick during the dream that had not been a dream at 
all.

"Why don't you stick it up _your_ ass?" she suggested. 
"You seem to be pretty interested in that. Maybe you 
should find out how it feels for yourself?"

He didn't say anything, just stared at her. Then he 
glanced at the clock. It was seven a.m. "Oh, fuck," 
he growled. "I have to be at the airport in ninety 
minutes. Tricia -- will you for Chrissake do something 
for me???"

She didn't even turn her head. She wasn't sure she'd 
ever forgive him for what he'd just tried to do to her. 
And under the circumstances, a blowjob really was out 
of the question.

"Okay, damn it," he growled. "But you remember -- when 
I get back from LA, we're gonna return to this topic. 
Bet your _ass_ on it."


CHAPTER 3


"And so you needed someone to talk to, and you picked 
dear old Auntie Kate, huh? Oh, get real, Tricia! That 
cute husband of yours wants to pork your hot little ass 
and you're afraid it's gonna hurt? Baby, this is 1987, 
not the Middle Ages. It won't hurt -- not really -- 
and it won't make hair grow on your tits or anything 
like that, either. Like, I don't have any hair on my 
tits, you better believe it!"

Tricia blushed furiously. "It just seems so dirty. 
Maybe my toilet training as a child was too thorough. 
But the idea of letting him -- yuccch!" She hugged 
herself, shivering.

Kate shook her head. "It's no big deal, Trish."

It was odd in a way that she and Tricia were friends. 
They'd known each other, slightly, for years -- ever 
since junior high. But Kate had always been the pretty 
one, popular and sexy, and they'd hardly spoken outside 
of class, back then.

She was the last person in the world Tricia had ever 
expected to become friendly with in later years. But 
Kate had come back to town last summer, with her new 
husband Roger, and she and Tricia had met by chance and 
found themselves drawn to each other. Today, when she 
had really needed someone to talk to, Kate was the 
obvious first choice.

But she'd counted on a little more sympathy and 
understanding. "It really is a big deal," Tricia 
insisted. "If you've never dreamed of doing anything 
like that, I mean -- and to have it sprung on you out 
of the blue -- "

"Out of the blue and into the brown, huh?" Kate 
giggled. "Look, hon, I know you got a late start -- 
you were a real dog when we were all brash young 
virgins -- but I can't believe, in this day and age, 
that you've never even _tried_ cornholing. That's 
another name for it, you know -- or maybe you don't 
know."

Tricia felt very awkward and wished that she had kept 
it all to herself. And she felt terrible about the 
unspoken bad vibes that had passed between her and Ken 
before his departure for the airport. She wouldn't see 
him for almost a week, and it was too long to let the 
tension drag out.

But hadn't he insisted that they would return to that 
disgusting topic as soon as he got back from 
California? And she was sure he meant it. He rarely 
said things he didn't mean.

"Actually," Kate said, lighting a cigarette, "I suppose 
it may be partly my fault -- mine and Roger's, I mean. 
Roger and Ken have been playing a lot of racquetball 
lately, and you know how men are in the locker room. 
Almost as bad as girls! I wouldn't be surprised to 
find out that my husband is the one who planted the 
seed in your Ken's mind in the first place. The only 
thing Rog likes more than talking about sex is doing 
it, thank God."

She took a few puffs, then stubbed out the Virginia 
Slim. "So what are we going to do about your problem, 
then, Tricia? I suppose you could use some expert 
advice." Kate smiled beatifically. "And since I'm 
both an expert _and_ your friend, who am I to refuse?"

***

Tricia felt awkward as hell. She hadn't been in the 
presence of another naked woman since high school gym 
class, and she wasn't at all sure why Kate had insisted 
on getting undressed while Tricia watched. But she had 
to admit that Kate's body was fantastic, even better 
than it had been in high school.

She wished that she were a little taller, though no one 
had ever complained about her five-five frame. Kate 
topped her by a few inches, willowy, and perhaps a bit 
smaller in the tits than Tricia, though they looked 
just fine perched high and pert-nippled on Kate's 
chest.

Kate was tanned all over, with just a strip of white 
flesh at the crotch -- all that a string bikini bottom 
would cover, and not an inch more -- a souvenir of the 
midwinter vacation she and Roger had taken in the 
Caribbean. Tricia imagined her friend stretched out 
almost nude on the white sand of a tropical beach, 
under a glorious blazing sun, and she gave a little 
sigh.

Kate stood by the bed, proud of her naked perfection, 
showing it in the gleam of her green eyes. She tossed 
back her sun-streaked hair and smiled at Tricia.

"Not bad for twenty-five, mmm?" she asked, running her 
palms over the stiffened brown tips of her boobs, 
sliding them down her perfectly flat tummy, onto her 
prominent hipbones.

Tricia couldn't help noticing that Kate had shaved most 
of the hair from her pussy, leaving herself with just a 
narrow stubby hedge of fur up and down the crack of her 
slice. The lips were plainly visible, turned slightly 
outward like a pouting mouth amid the pussywhiskers.

Kate turned, offering a profile that emphasized the 
pointy thrust of her tits and the high rounded curve of 
her saucy ass, and she patted herself on the buttock. 
"Right here, baby," she smirked, "this is where it's 
at."

Tricia felt very ill at ease. She tried not to look at 
Kate, but she couldn't keep from doing it. Kate had 
been a knockout back in high school, and she was even 
more so today, seven years later. The bitch probably 
didn't even have to count calories. Who said life was 
fair?

"Listen," Kate said, turning back toward Tricia, "I 
don't think it's entirely fair that I'm the only one on 
display. Why don't you strip down, too? Oh, come on, 
Trish, humor me! A sex therapist would have you 
starkers by now, and I'm not even charging $100 an hour 
for what I'm gonna teach you! Anyway, I'd like to see 
how much is left of that pudgy little dumpling I 
remember from high school."

She planted her hands on her hipbones and gave Tricia a 
mock- intense glowering look. "I'm going to the john, 
and when I come back, I want your alabaster body out 
here where I can see it. Got me, lady?"

Tricia was feeling really weirded out now, but at least 
Kate wasn't there to watch and appraise while she 
undressed. She hurried out of her blouse and cords, 
then removed her underwear. She felt extremely naked, 
especially when she caught a glimpse of herself in one 
of the wall mirrors.

God, there were a lot of mirrors in Kate's bedroom! 
And the big bed was fully visible from all of them. 
She blushed as she realized that her friend must enjoy 
watching herself in action. But Kate had never made 
any bones about the fact that she dug sex.

Trish turned to one of the mirrors and studied herself, 
knowing that she looked pretty damn good too.

She wasn't quite as tall or as modelly thin as Kate, 
but she had bigger tits -- full without being saggy, 
capped in pinnacle-like pink nipples, and her late 
winter skin was pale but not pallid.

The blonde hair was almost natural -- the darker patch 
between her legs gave it away -- but Ken didn't mind, 
and Tricia was pretty pleased with the results. She 
still found it hard to believe that she'd once weighed 
150 pounds and had a face like a pizza.

Kate re-entered the room. Tricia stood by the bed, 
totally naked, feeling very awkward and foolish. She 
thought of covering herself with her hands, but it was 
already too late for that. Instead, she took a deep 
breath and stood up straight, waiting for Kate's 
evaluation.

"Not bad," she said, nodding. "You've turned into a 
real knockout since the old days, honey. God, if you'd 
looked like that in high school, you wouldn't have kept 
your ripe little cherry past lunch period!"

She moved toward Tricia, walking like a cat on the 
balls of her feet, as if she were still wearing the 
spike heels she'd already removed. Tricia took a step 
backward but her legs bumped the edge of the bed. Kate 
came closer.

"Don't be scared," she said in a smoothly silky voice. 
"This is going to be an educational experience."

Tricia still didn't understand what was about to 
happen, but as Kate's hand came to rest on her arm she 
began to get unsettling ideas. Kate's face came in 
closer and closer.

She's going to kiss me! Tricia thought in alarm, and 
then the soft warm mouth of her friend was, indeed, 
pressing firmly, moistly, against Tricia's lips, and 
she felt the touch of Kate's stiff rubbery nipples 
brushing ever so lightly against the tingly flesh of 
her own tits, as if they too were planting hot little 
kisses on Tricia's skin.

Kate's arms encircled her friend, and she opened her 
mouth, allowing her tongue to lick at Tricia's still 
closed lips. The touch was unbearably ticklish.

Tricia tried to murmur a protest, but she only 
succeeded in opening her mouth enough to allow Kate's 
tongue entry. The brush of the limber wet organ was 
like a live jolt of electricity applied directly to 
Tricia's mouth, and she gave a squeal of surprise.

Kate's hands came down to cup Tricia's buttocks. She 
was used to feeling Ken's hands on her ass, but Kate's 
fingers were smaller, friskier. They handled the firm 
flesh as if they already knew it by heart, rubbing and 
squeezing the cheeks like a masseuse with nasty ideas.

Kate's thigh eased into the slightly parted gap of 
Tricia's legs, and the firm tanned flesh came to rest 
squarely against Tricia's cuntal gash. Kate pushed 
with her leg, and Tricia felt her balance starting to 
desert her. She toppled backward, and fortunately the 
bed was there to break her fall.

Kate came down with her, still atop Tricia, and her 
lithe, firm body began to squirm and writhe above the 
other woman's. She had both legs between Tricia's now, 
and she pressed her pussy into Tricia's cunt.

Wetly, with ticklish brushes of pussyfur, their flesh 
merged. Kate's tongue worked in and out of Tricia's 
mouth, and she held the face rock-steady for her 
nonstop kisses.

Her lips slid free of Tricia's, with a smacking sound, 
and she looked down, her eyelashes almost touching 
Tricia's. "I bet this is something you never did 
before either," she said in a throaty voice.

Tricia, her blue eyes enormous with shock, could only 
shake her head. It was true. She'd never done 
anything remotely like this, unless you counted making 
out with guys. But to feel the sexual heat of another 
woman pressing so insistently against herself -- no, 
God, never before!!!

"Just part of your education, then," Kate sighed. She 
looked down at Tricia's hard pink nipples. "Oh, they 
look edible," she whispered, and she leaned down to 
lick each of them in turn.

Her eyes remained focused on Tricia's face, studying 
the reaction as her tongue worked around the nipple 
rims in studied circular patterns, shifting from 
clockwise to counterclockwise and back again, at 
totally unpredictable intervals. Her hands firmed up 
the already firm tits, pushing the nipples upward and 
making them sweet hot targets for the attention of 
Kate's exploring tongue.

"You like it, don't you?" she said between caresses. 
"It turns you on to have another woman lick your tits, 
doesn't it, Tricia?"

"It feels wild," Tricia confessed. "You seem to know 
exactly where to put your tongue and make my skin crawl 
with excitement."

"I can suck too," Kate informed her, and she lowered 
her face, mouth already round-open. She eased it down 
over the pink peak of a tit and she hollowed in her 
cheeks, sucking warmly, wetly, on Tricia's nipple.

Kate's mouth was gentle but determined. Tricia's head 
tossed from side to side, hair swishing across her face 
in little showers of red, sometimes catching in the 
corners of her mouth. "Stop it," she said, not even 
believing the words herself. Her hands were wrapped 
around Kate's head and she was urging her tit upward 
into her friend's hot wet mouth.

And through it all, Kate's pussy kept bumping 
forcefully into Tricia's, their crotches coming 
together in a mimicry of the act of fucking. As her 
cunt continued to slide against her friend's, Tricia 
could feel her crotch dampening, her pussy starting to 
leak hot juices, and she didn't _really_ miss the feel 
of nine inches of hard meat stabbing up her aroused 
pussyhole.

Her clit was as big as a peachpit by now, and each time 
she felt Kate slide sexily into her, she could swear 
that her clit got just a little bit bigger, a little 
bit hotter. Was that even possible?

"Do me too," Kate urged. Tricia didn't understand what 
she was talking about. "Like this, silly!" Kate 
laughed. She moved one of her legs, and suddenly she 
was riding Tricia's thigh while her own thigh slid 
erotically through Tricia's cuntal gap.

Tricia gasped as she felt the response of Kate's hot 
pussy to the caress of her leg, and she blushed to 
realize how good it made her feel while she was doing 
it -- almost as good as the feel of Kate's leg stroking 
her own snatch.

Well, if she needed anything to get her mind off Ken's 
sudden insistence on fucking her in the ass, this was 
certainly the ticket. In Kate's hot lesbian embrace 
she was finding responses within herself that she had 
never even guessed were there.

Kate went back to tit-eating, but Tricia was hungry for 
kisses and she pulled her friend's face up so she could 
take the initiative. "You bitch," she whispered. 
"What have you done to me???"

She held Kate's cheeks and she pried the lips open with 
her tongue, sticking it into Kate's mouth almost as 
expertly as Kate had done to Tricia. As she did it she 
giggled at her brashness. She felt like a schoolgirl 
who had just learned what her clit was for.

"I wanna eat you," Kate whispered into Tricia's mouth. 
"Do you think you'd like that?"

"I think I would," Tricia confessed, holding tight to 
the woman who lay atop her. "But," she added, "I still 
don't understand how this is supposed to help me with 
my problem."

Kate fought herself free of Tricia's possessive 
embrace. "You just need to loosen up a little," she 
said. "But not _too_ loose, of course! Just lie back 
and trust me, honey."

Tricia had been eaten before, of course, but never by 
another woman. There was a magical difference in the 
sensation as soon as Kate's tongue began to work on her 
cuntal trench.

It was obviously not the first time Kate had ever eaten 
a cunt. She grinned up at Trish as she spread the pink 
puffy lips and moved her nose up and down the exposed 
coral furrow.

She sniffed as she stroked, and the little puffs of air 
made goosebumps rise all over Tricia's body. She 
clutched her tits, squeezing them till the nipples 
stood up almost an inch long between her pinching 
fingers. "Oh, God," she murmured. "Oh, God!"

Kate giggled like a schoolgirl and stuck her tongue 
into Tricia's cunt. It was like a snake slithering 
into the spread-open mouth of the pussy, and it went 
deep, straight for the heart of Tricia's arousal. 

Trish gasped and bucked, humping herself into Kate's 
questing face. Kate took hold of Tricia's buttocks and 
squeezed them insistently. Heat radiated from her 
fingertips. Tricia began to squirm and writhe 
uncontrollably.

"Eat me," she whispered, "oh, eat my hot wet pussy!!!"

Kate's tongue moved up to the clit, whipping it 
pugnaciously. It throbbed in response. Her hands were 
all over Tricia's pussy, caressing it, spreading the 
labes wide then squeezing them tightly together, 
milking little bubbles of cuntal juice out of the 
sliced gash. She manipulated the flaps until they 
began to tingle and burn, her fingers slipping between 
them and tickling the pussy mouth she'd already teased 
with her tongue. 

A finger eased into Tricia's cunt. She moaned to feel 
it entering her. "Don't you _ever_ fuck?" Kate asked, 
looking up with a leer in her green eyes. "You're as 
tight as a virgin! Mmmm, I bet Ken loves to ram his 
big hard dick into this sweet snug pussy! Men go wild 
over a tight fit and a wet pocket ... "

She worked her finger in and out, fucking without much 
subtlety while she continued to nibble and kiss the 
pointy tip of Tricia's clitoris. The walls throbbed 
around her inserted finger, milking it, bathing it in 
the sticky juices that were already swamping the snug 
tunnel. The bed rocked as Tricia began to writhe and 
twist in response. She squeezed more tightly at her 
tits. They were throbbing, too, the nipples hard and 
erect.

Kate licked upward, to Tricia's navel. "Oh, Jesus, 
there's nothing like eating pussy!" she grinned, wiping 
her lips with a finger and then sucking it clean. 
"Especially a juicy one like yours, Trish!"

Her finger punched in and out of the cunt, soaking 
itself in Tricia's pussy fluids. She smiled like a 
madonna with each thrust. Her tongue rimmed the 
interior of the small dented navel. It felt a lot like 
Ken's tongue had this morning, exploring his wife's 
reluctant asshole.

Kate took her finger out and waved it under Tricia's 
nose. The blonde woman could smell her cunt honey 
clinging to that finger. She liked to lick it off 
Ken's mouth after he'd sucked her snatch. Would Kate 
think she was a pervert if she took that finger into 
her mouth and sipped it now?

Christ! Kate was the fucking pervert! If she owned a 
dog, she'd probably be sucking it off, too! Tricia 
decided to loosen up. She stuck out her tongue, waving 
it at the finger. Kate smirked and eased it into 
Tricia's mouth.

"Does taste good, doesn't it?" she whispered, lying on 
her side and pressing herself against Tricia's flank.

Trish could feel the pointiness of Kate's nipples. 
"Touch me now," Kate suggested, taking Tricia's hands 
and planting them atop her conical, hard-fleshed tits.

They were impossibly firm. If Tricia hadn't showered 
with Kate, after gym, all through high school, she'd 
have sworn there was a silicone core inside the mounds, 
but as her fingers began to explore, she knew she was 
touching live, vibrant flesh.

"Lick them, too," Kate added, her fingers moving 
through Tricia's hair. Tricia pondered it for a 
moment, but only for a moment, then leaned down and 
frisked her tongue across the brown point of the 
nearest nipple. She licked it, her eyes enlarging with 
surprise. It tasted good!

It was also wiggly against her tongue, as she prodded 
and jabbed it around, and slightly pungent with sweat. 
She drew it into her mouth and sucked, feeling a 
contentment not at all like what she got, holding Ken's 
dick in her mouth, but a contentment that was very very 
nice to experience.

"Oh, that's nice," she heard Kate sigh, and the hands 
upon her head were comforting and stimulating at the 
same time. Tricia turned, pushing her larger tits 
against Kate's belly while she kept on slurping and 
nursing at the nipple she had captured.

Instinctively she moved, at last, to the other tit, and 
she gave it the same treatment. Kate held the tit with 
one hand, feeding it to Trish like a mother feeding a 
baby. Her other hand moved down, caught Tricia's 
wrist, brought the blonde's hand into Kate's crotch.

"Why don't you play with my pussy too?" she asked. "I 
bet you know how, Trish ... "

Tricia let her fingers slide up and down the curving 
bun of Kate's cunt. The labes were rubbery, dripping 
with pussydew. It got all over her fingers, warm and 
sticky juices whose funky fragrance she could already 
smell. Just like her own.

She kissed Kate firmly, passionately, at the same time 
slipping a finger into the green-eyed brunette's hot, 
ready snatch. Tricia couldn't suppress a gasp of 
pleasure as her fingers sank into Kate's twat.

Kate was gasping and sighing too, obviously delighted. 
She twisted and stretched, sliding her hot cunt up and 
down the length of Tricia's inserted finger.

Trish was doubly aroused. For one thing, it was such a 
thrill to know that her skinny little finger was 
bringing such undisguised excitement to Kate's cunt. 
And the pussy which surrounded her finger felt a lot 
like her own, though it wasn't as tight.

As she moved her finger in tempo to the swaying ripples 
of Kate's body she could almost feel it happening 
inside herself at the same time. Tricia squeezed her 
thighs together and she could tell that her own cunt 
was dribbling out juice. Her dark pussypatch was 
sopping wet, the fur matted with lovegoo. "Oh, God," 
she said in a low reverent voice.

Now it was Kate who was taking the lead again. She 
filled her fists with Tricia's asscheeks and 
manipulated them aggressively, humping her tits and 
belly against her friend's body. Her cunt was gobbling 
the finger inside it, and her teeth chattered in the 
telltale onset of a come.

"Yes, yes," Tricia heard her groan, "oh, let's do 
it!!!"

She got her thigh in between Tricia's and she worked it 
back and forth, rubbing a hot and vigorous stimulation 
into a pussy that was already pretty well stimulated, 
thank you. Tricia clenched her legs around Kate's 
thigh and pumped it back stroke for stroke.

Her finger was shoved all the way up Kate's pussy and 
she could feel the ripples starting to quiver down the 
tube. Excited beyond her own imagination, she fucked 
faster, harder, slamming her finger again and again 
into Kate's depths.

"Now you eat me," Kate purred, wiggling her cuntal 
muscles around Tricia's finger. "Oh, don't look so 
shocked! You knew as soon as I stuck my tongue in your 
cunt that you'd be doing it to me before we stopped. 
C'mon, Trish -- if you wanna loosen up, this is the 
best way to begin ..."

And the worst of it, thought Tricia, was that she found 
Kate's words convincing as hell. She looked into her 
friend's face and she felt the tug of horny, excited 
pussyflesh around her finger, and she found herself 
wondering how it would taste to slide her tongue into 
Kate's gash and lick up the juices that were bubbling 
from inside her girlfriend's womb.

"Okay," she said, easing her finger out, "but I don't 
want you to get the wrong ideas about me. I'm really 
not this kind of woman."

"You will be when I finish with you," Kate promised. 
"Now get your face into my crotch and eat my 
motherfucking pussy!!!"


CHAPTER 4


Tricia rose to her knees, tense with excitement but 
more than a little hesitant, too. "Look at you," she 
told Kate. "You've got lipstick everywhere."

She turned and saw herself in one of the mirrors. She 
was lipstick-spotted as well. Holding her tits in 
cupping hands, she looked at the bold red smears that 
surrounded her stiffened nipples.

"You know where I want lipstick prints of yours," Kate 
smirked, stretching out and spreading her thighs. The 
mouth of her cunt winked open, glistening wet and 
horny. "Get on me," she added. "I know you've 69ed 
with Ken. The only thing different is that you're not 
gonna get a cock in your mouth this time."

It was much too late to be thinking about it. Tricia 
climbed atop her friend and settled down, just as she 
would have done if it were Ken beneath her.

From below, Kate began to stroke Tricia's asscheeks, 
her mouth already moving back into the dark-furred 
pussypatch. She kissed the gash, then licked it wetly, 
sandpaperishly, up and down, her hands plying Tricia's 
buttflesh.

"Well?" she called. "What are you waiting for?"

Tricia leaned forward, into the cunty-smelling crotch. 
Kate's pussy had a strong scent when it was aroused, a 
musky, slightly fishy flavor, and Tricia's lips were 
almost numb as she drew closer and closer.

She pressed her mouth against the pussy, wetting her 
lips in the juices that leaked from Kate's hole. Her 
hands came in, and she pushed delicately at the labes, 
opening them to show off the slippery-looking, 
scarlet-fleshed interior.

She had never seen a cunt at such close range before, 
and she stared a long moment at the pussymouth itself, 
the way it seemed to gulp and quiver and vibrate in 
anticipation of her tongue's caress. In for a penny, 
in for a pound, she thought, and she opened her mouth, 
tongue emerging to lap tentatively at Kate's crack.

Her eyes enlarged as she got her first taste of pussy. 
Not her first taste. She loved to lick her own juices 
off Ken's cock, his fingers, his lips after he'd 
finished eating her to orgasm. So of course she knew 
what pussy tasted like, even though at secondhand.

But it was something different to wiggle her tongue 
inside the oozing crack of another woman, to eat the 
funk of a strange cunt. She worked her tongue back and 
forth, coating it in Kate's fluids, savoring the hot 
cunty taste as it filled her nostrils, made her 
tonguetip quiver in excitement.

"Oh, yes, baby," she heard Kate whine, in between 
loving hungry sucks at Tricia's own snatch. Tricia 
wiggled her ass, smearing her wet cunt all over Kate's 
face, spreading herself wide to the forays of that 
thirsty tongue and mouth, and she bent forward, 
barrelling into Kate with an eagerness that she could 
no longer deny or rationalize.

She was furious in her attack now, splaying the cunt 
with her fingers until she felt Kate shiver and stretch 
beneath her. She worked her face into the opening -- 
licking, kissing, sucking.

She seemed to know exactly what to do. That was the 
most delightful, most alarming part of it all. Once 
she started sucking cunt, she acted as if she'd been 
doing it all of her twenty-five years, as if she lived 
for nothing but the taste of pussy, the feel of a hard 
wiggly clit shivering beneath her lapping tongue!

And she seemed to know that it was time to suck hard at 
that tingly clit while she stuffed Kate's pussy full of 
her driving fingers. Yes! The moan of response told 
her she was doing it exactly right!

She forced her fingers deeper while her lips and teeth 
and tongue kissed and gnawed and licked hotly, 
demonically, at the stiffened pink button of Kate's 
aroused clitoris. It swelled like a tiny cock between 
Tricia's lips and she sucked it as ravenously as she'd 
ever fed on Ken's rampant, swollen prick.

All they'd done previously was just foreplay. _Now_ 
they were fucking! Tricia played it totally by ear and 
tongue, eating everything that got in her way, and she 
could feel -- Christ, she could taste! -- Kate's sudden 
rushing orgasm, filling her mouth with the honey of a 
hot, excited cunt.

She covered the upper end of the cunt with her mouth, 
still using her fingers in the hole, and she sucked 
harder, drawing yet another come out of Kate. She was 
going to die if she didn't climax herself, but as Kate 
continued to gobble her pussy, she knew she was going 
to come too.

Kate got a finger into Tricia's pussy, screwing it in 
and out. Tricia's eyes rolled over in their sockets 
when she felt her friend's tongue slither up to attack 
the bud of her virgin asshole.

Well, not 100% virgin. After all, Ken had done a 
little licking there this morning, and he'd come within 
an ace of sticking his big hard cock up the tender tiny 
hole. But for all that counted, Tricia's asshole was 
on its first outing.

Kate's tongue worked into the deep hollow, twisting and 
turning as it rimmed Tricia's rectum. Tricia squirmed 
and panted and moaned, so full of her own feelings she 
couldn't be bothered with anything as mundane as 
continuing to lick Kate's pussy.

She kept her fingers busy inside the hole, but she was 
off on her own trip now, moaning and writhing as she 
took a finger deep inside her snatch and a tongue 
created fires just inside the opening of her shitter.

"Oh, I'm comingggg..." she gasped, and it was true. 
Her pussy gushed juices and Kate drank them greedily, 
her mouth hurrying down to catch the flowing release 
from Tricia's cunt. She licked the quivery gash until 
a second come followed the first, and she pushed her 
tongue almost as deep into Tricia as she'd had her 
finger.

"Fuck me, fuck me," Tricia groaned, her body dripping 
sweat from every pore as she rocked and rolled atop 
Kate. She humped her cunt back into Kate's face, 
drowning her friend in the pussy gusher.

Even as the fires started to die down a little, Kate 
was changing her attack, intent on showing Tricia that 
this wasn't nearly all there was. She pinched the 
asscheeks nastily, making Tricia yelp in sudden pain, 
and then she pulled hard on the doughy mounds, 
spreading them wide and baring the rear opening to her 
full attention.

She licked up and in, and the rimjob she'd given Tricia 
earlier was only a shadow of what came now. She 
screwed her tongue into the anus, darting in and out 
like a hummingbird sucking pollen from a flower.

She puckered her lips and pressed a hot wet kiss onto 
the rectal mouth, and Tricia thought, one more place 
I'm gonna have lipstick prints ... All over my naughty 
asshole!

Her lips pulled away, and Tricia felt the prodding of a 
fingertip. "No," she said, "don't finger-fuck me back 
there too..."

But she could only close her eyes and whimper as the 
finger screwed its way into her asshole. The 
penetration was slow, almost gentle, but with an 
insistence that could not be denied.

Tricia stiffened, feeling her ass-ring respond to its 
violation. The muscles were tight, but they were too 
aroused by Kate's tongue not to be just a little 
curious too, and they relaxed slightly as the finger 
eased its way inside.

It feels like a suppository, only a lot longer, Tricia 
thought as the finger buried itself inside her butt. 
She found her anal muscles clenching of their own will, 
tightening around the intruder. It was as if she was 
trying to shit the finger out of her, but she realized 
after another moment that she didn't want it to come 
out! No!

"This is soooo filthy ... " she whispered, glowing 
internally.

"It's gonna get dirtier," Kate promised, jabbing her 
finger deep and hard until Tricia straightened out atop 
her, stiff as a board from head to toes, her body 
pulsating as the fingertip dug into the very pit of 
her.

Kate's mouth was all over Tricia's ass, biting, 
kissing, licking. Tricia glanced at one of the 
mirrors, saw that she did indeed have those telltale 
red lipstick prints spread across her squirming butt. 
Kate's mouth was like liquid fire upon her, and the 
finger kept on reaming her shitter with a driving, 
burning impetuosity.

Trish felt her friend's tits beneath her, the nipples 
throbbing with Kate's own arousal. She didn't feel so 
much like a pervert, knowing that Kate was also in 
heat. But Christ, this was too good to be perverted!

The finger continued to ream her. She was tight, but 
she was greasy inside, and she found herself growing 
more and more willing the longer she received the 
digital attack.

There was a kinky satisfaction to the feel of a foreign 
object jammed up her shithole that she had not at all 
expected. She still regarded the act as extremely 
dirty, but she couldn't deny that it was totally 
stimulating at the same time.

"Oh, oh, ohhhhh..." she groaned, rocking atop Kate, in 
complete surrender to the deviate act being performed 
upon her. She lifted her butt up and down, and now her 
muscles were pulling the finger in and pushing it back 
out in fucklike rhythmic gulps.

She felt Kate's limber tongue slither down to make a 
fresh raid upon the labes of her pussy but, oh, fuck, 
she didn't need any additional help right now! She was 
gonna come again! An anal orgasm? Holy Christ, could 
there even be such a thing?

Even as it began to pulsate through her, Tricia somehow 
knew that she wasn't really coming out her ass. The 
explosion was in her clit, her cunt, as always. But 
the worship of Kate's tongue, the stringent fucking of 
her horny finger, directed at Tricia's shithole, had 
caused it.

"Yessssssss!!!" she screamed, her anus clenching tight 
on the finger and her cunt drooling a fresh river of 
honeycum into Kate's hungry mouth. "Oh, yes ... 
yesyesssss!!!"

***

They were sharing the spacious tub, washing the 
lipstick and the cum from each other's bodies, trading 
kisses and tit-sucks and naughty caresses in special 
places. A half-drunk bottle of wine teetered on the 
rim of the tub, and the girls themselves were likewise 
close to half-drunk. 

"Is this a private party?" a voice asked, and Tricia 
jerked back in surprise, a long trail of drool 
connecting her mouth to the lips she had just been 
sucking.

Roger, Kate's husband, slouched in the doorway, leaning 
against the frame, smiling as he watched the two women 
in the tub.

Tricia still regarded herself as pretty shy and demure, 
and it was embarrassing as hell to be caught naked by 
her friend's husband, especially with her face freshly 
smeared with lipstick and her big, pointy-nippled tits 
cuddled in Kate's possessive hands.

Kate, on the other hand, didn't seem at all fazed, and 
somehow Trish wasn't exactly surprised. "What are you 
doing home?" she asked. "I thought you worked for a 
living."

"I had to come out this way for an appointment," Roger 
said nonchalantly, stepping into the bathroom, "and I 
thought I'd stop by and knock off a quick one to get me 
through the rest of the day. But it looks like that's 
what you just finished doing." He sat down on the 
john. "So, Tricia," he added, "I didn't know you were 
into pussy."

Trish blushed scarlet. She couldn't think of anything 
to say. At least Roger wasn't outraged at what he'd 
found.

"Darling," Kate said, "we need to know something. Have 
you been filling Ken's head with ideas about nasties 
like asshole fucking? He seems to have had some 
distinctly anal urges recently that poor Trish didn't 
feel up to handling, and of course she had to come talk 
it over with Auntie Kate. I told her you're the prime 
suspect for planting the idea. True?"

Roger just smiled and shrugged, loosening his tie. 
"It's possible," he said. "Hell, I'm a salesman, and 
I'm good at it. I could sell central heating in hell. 
If I talked to Ken about the pleasures of fucking a 
tight juicy asshole, the odds are he probably stopped 
at the drugstore for a tube of K-Y on the way home. 
Yes, I think we did talk about it a time or two." He 
was reaching for his belt.

Tricia sat up in astonishment, the water splashing 
around her in the tub. Her tits floated atop the 
bubbly surface but she didn't even notice. She was 
watching Roger unzip his fly.

Kate rose out of the water and leaned over toward her 
husband. She reached into his undone pants and pulled 
his cock out into the light.

"Isn't it gorgeous?" she said, turning to Tricia. 
"Even soft, it's a champion. Soft???" she went on, her 
voice raising half an octave. "You're in the nude, 
glowing presence of the two ripest pieces you could 
ever want to knock off, and you've got a soft-on? 
Roger Parker, do you have an explanation for 
yourself???"

She was right on most counts. His cock was a champion. 
It was also soft, but even soft, it was almost eight 
inches long. God, Tricia thought, that dick belongs on 
a horse, not a man! What must it look like when it got 
hard? And had Kate actually managed to take that prick 
up her own asshole, as she'd claimed? Oh, shit! I 
don't believe it!

Kate's hand moved up and down, sliding the outer shell 
of flesh around the central core of Roger's prick. She 
kept looking back at Trish, to make sure she was still 
watching.

Jesus, there was no way she could have looked away from 
this! She'd been completely and utterly faithful to 
Ken from the moment they got serious about each other, 
but today, all bets were temporarily off. Trish had 
never expected to be in a situation like this, watching 
Kate jerk off Roger's tool, and she had not the 
slightest idea what might happen next, under the 
circumstances.

Roger stood up, his prick beginning to fill out, to 
lengthen and take shape. Tricia's eyes bulged in tempo 
with the bloating of his cock. It was jutting from his 
unzipped pants now, a little longer than it had been 
but not appreciably thicker. But it was rock hard, and 
there was an arch to its shape which made the big 
bulbous knob tilt upward like a society matron's nose.

Kate winked at Tricia. "Some hot dick, mmm, baby?" she 
smirked, her hand stroking it possessively. She took 
the bottle of wine from the rim of the tub and held it 
above Roger's prick.

Pouring some of the wine onto him, she began 
immediately to lick up and down the length of his cock, 
lapping the purple-red fluid almost as fast as it 
dribbled from the bottle's neck. She smacked her lips 
as she licked him.

"Well, I'm not queer," Kate said at last, as if she 
felt she needed to give Tricia an explanation. "I mean, 
I like pussy, but I _love_ cock ... "

And, sliding the tip of Roger's cock between her lips, 
she proceeded to demonstrate just how much she loved 
the prick.

Tricia had never seen anyone else suck a cock, and she 
watched with a sudden fascination that went far beyond 
the weird situation into which she had fallen. She 
stared at Kate as the woman nursed and licked the end 
of Roger's tool, easing it in and out of the moist warm 
grip of her lips. Tricia had felt those lips around 
her tits, her clitoris, even on her asshole, and she 
knew fucking well how warm and moist they could be!

Kate sucked slowly, with a calm, almost studied 
precision. Not only did she take him into her mouth 
for some shallow, wet slurps. She also moved her lips, 
once they were dripping with drool, up and down the 
exposed length of Roger's cock. Jesus, was the thing 
getting even longer?

Smacking her lips, pointing at him with her pink wet 
tongue, she took the dick into her mouth again, and 
this time she sucked him a little deeper, a little more 
aggressively. Her cheeks hollowed in and she held the 
base of the long stiff prick in her hands, just feeding 
it in.

She hummed softly as she suckled him, and Tricia 
watched in total absorption, noting that with each 
extra gulp, just a trifle more of Roger eased into 
Kate's mouth. Trish gulped too, almost able to feel 
the long stiff ramrod pushing into her own orality.

So concentrated on Kate and Roger was her attention 
that she was unaware she was holding her tits, pinching 
softly at the nipples, caressing her flesh the same way 
she had when she opened her legs to the attack of 
Kate's lips and tongue. Emotions began to throb inside 
her tits, and she sighed like a dove.

Kate kept on eating her husband's dick, taking him 
deeply and passionately. The head slipped out of her 
mouth, sloppy with her drool, a big wad of it still 
dangling from her tongue. She slurped it onto him and 
got him wetter still, bathing his cock like a mother 
cat tending its kitten.

Roger's hands were on her head, guiding her, but she 
didn't need any instruction. She had the whole thing 
well in hand, and she would soon have it well in mouth, 
too.

Something touched Tricia's face. She looked up, 
surprised. It was Roger's hand. His fingers stroked 
her forehead, moved through her lightly-dyed blonde 
hair. His knuckles scraped lightly across her cheek. 
She stared up at his face and she knew what he wanted. 

"Oh, I couldn't..." she demurred, but she had done 
enough and seen enough to suspect that she really 
could, if she was of a mind to.

He took her hand and she stood up, water running down 
her body. While his wife continued to fellate his long 
hard prick, Roger leaned toward Tricia. His hand slid 
down into the small of her back, onto the curve of her 
ass. She leaned in his direction and his mouth crushed 
hers. He took a possessive grip on her asscheeks. She 
stepped out of the tub with one leg so she could get 
closer.

His tongue was in her mouth. His breath was hot, 
slightly flavored of onions, oozing into her mouth. 
She liked the taste of onions on a man's breath, on his 
tongue. She sucked warmly at his tongue, pushing her 
hard-nippled tits against him so he could feel how 
excited she was, too.

His hand was all over her ass, and she ground her tits 
into his chest, squirming and purring and murmuring 
softly as the eagerness grew to uncontrollable levels 
within her. She'd never done anything like this 
before, but she could not stop herself, not now.

She opened his shirt, let her tits caress his bare 
chest. He had more hair than Ken. She wasn't used to 
the feel but she was pretty sure she liked it, and she 
giggled as the body fur tickled her nipples almost to 
distraction.

Kissing him, rubbing his body with her own, she could 
hear Kate, sucking with gaspy pants and moans. Her 
hand moved downward, and she let her fingers walk 
lightly along the stiff length of his cock. Ooooh, the 
flesh was burning with lust! Or was it just her own 
heat she was feeling?

She leaned back, and he stooped to take her tit-nipples 
in his mouth. Mmmm, he liked a tit almost as much as 
his wife loved cock! She fed him her dry but suckable 
boobs, and he kept on fondling her ass, her upper 
thigh. His hand came around and cupped her bath-wet 
pussy, holding the mound in a frank, admiring grip.

"That's some ripe pussy, Trish," she heard and felt him 
whisper into her mouth. "What do you say about letting 
me fuck it?"


CHAPTER 5


His finger entered her cunt as he spoke. She bit her 
lip in surprise, her blue eyes as big as teacups. 
"Oh!" Tricia gasped, her belly undulating while his 
finger moved in shallow but exciting passes. She was 
moving up and down on the balls of her feet, and 
alternate cold and hot flashes swept through her body.

He kept on kissing her, still fucking her with his 
finger, and she became aware that Kate's mouth, too, 
was getting into the kiss. Her head was turned, and 
her girlfriend's wet lips, still tasting heatedly of 
cock, pressed against Tricia's.

"Why not fuck him?" Kate whispered into Tricia's mouth. 
"You're as hot as can be, and he's a dynamite lay. 
C'mon, honey -- you said Kenny wanted you to loosen up 
a little. What better way to do just that???"

"I could never ... " Trish husked, her cunt still 
pronged by Roger's exploring finger. The juices ran 
like piss down her pussy tunnel, leaking down the 
insides of her thighs.

She could hear the squish as his finger pushed gently 
but determinedly into the wetness of her snatch, and 
she gasped again with each thrust. His hand cupped her 
cunt, and there was a constant pressure against the 
swollen node of her clitoris. It throbbed 
responsively. _All_ of Tricia Miller was throbbing 
right now.

"I couldn't," she repeated, almost believing her own 
words.

***

On the bed, she glanced to left and right, saw the 
mirrored image of what was happening. Her own body 
seemed to glow. Roger was feeding upon one tit, Kate 
upon the other. She had Roger's dick in one clutching 
fist, the other hand working between Kate's thighs, 
massaging the rubbery, excited pussy lips, the swollen 
clitoris. They bore her down backwards and they fell 
upon her like vultures in a feeding mood.

She twisted to one side and took Roger's long hard 
prick in both hands, staring for a moment at the big 
red knob. Down below, Kate was sliding into position 
between Tricia's legs, rubbing her cheeks along the 
tingly thigh interiors, blowing warmly through the 
ruffled pussyhairs.

"Are you _sure_ this is gonna help my marriage?" she 
asked tensely, squeezing Roger's cock. A big bubble of 
pre-cum emerged from the slit and hung like a glass 
bead.

"I'm positive," Kate promised. "Have I ever lied to 
you, honey?"

The tip of her tongue flicked against Tricia's clit, 
and the blonde wife squirmed, her body filling with 
heat, her eyes full of the big hard prick she was 
holding in both hands. She gulped, then leaned toward 
Roger and let her tongue scoop up that dangling bubble 
of pre-cum.

There! She'd done it! She'd licked another man's 
dick, and the sky had not fallen upon her! 

She pressed her mouth against his hardened rod and 
kissed passionately at his bulbous tip, feeling the 
excitement that surged within his steely flesh. Her 
lips parted wetly and his prick slid into Tricia's 
mouth. Saliva flowed like a river and she felt herself 
begin to suck responsively at Roger's cock.

Kate was eating pussy with a vengeance now, showing her 
own arousal with every lick into the heated slice of 
Tricia's cunt. Her eyes closed, Trish sucked warmly at 
the tip of Roger's cock, drawing it across her tongue 
in short lapping gulps. Cum was already dripping from 
the slitted opening, and it fell in little hot bubbles 
onto her tongue.

She opened her mouth a bit wider, and the barrel of his 
cock entered her lips. He wasn't as thickly-dicked as 
Ken, she realized as soon as she got him inside her 
mouth, but he was at least a couple of inches longer. 
She didn't think she could swallow him but she was damn 
sure going to try.

It felt strange to be sucking the cock of another 
woman's husband, but the fact that Kate was eating her 
pussy like a wolf left Tricia feeling a lot less 
self-conscious about it all.

Wouldn't Ken shit if he could see her now! Would he 
still be telling her to loosen up? Tricia giggled 
around the long hard cock that filled her mouth so 
plentifully and she sucked harder, pulling him deeper 
and deeper, until the tip of his prick thrust against 
the back of her throat and she gagged in sudden 
surprise.

"Ahhhhh..." she groaned, but it was a groan of 
pleasure, and her hot drool bathed his cock as it 
pulsated inside her mouth.

She was sucking in earnest now, her desires stoked to 
almost unbearable intensity. She hadn't intended to do 
this. God, no! All she'd wanted to do was talk to 
Kate about her newfound problems. But now that it was 
actually happening, she would not, _could not_ make it 
stop.

Kate fucked fingers and tongue simultaneously into 
Tricia's cunt. There was an animalistic savagery to 
the way Kate Parker ate a pussy. Tricia had never felt 
anything quite like this from a man's mouth.

Maybe it was true. Maybe women did eat women better 
than men ever could. Tricia moaned throatily around 
the cock that filled her mouth, a tremulous little 
orgasm ripping through her snatch and into Kate's face.

Trish locked her teeth behind the edges of Roger's 
swollen cock knob and she tongued and sucked him 
voraciously with both her fists wrapped around his 
length, stroking him up and down.

She pumped the cock eagerly, tasting driblets of his 
cum, squirting out of his bulb when the prick found 
itself too full to hold all the stuff inside. It was 
hot juicy cum, a little saltier than Ken's, but God, 
did it taste good on her tongue!

Her pussy got wetter -- much wetter -- and stickier, 
too. From the corner of her eye she saw that Kate was 
pouring wine from the bottle onto Trish's twat, licking 
it up as fast as she spilled it out.

"Give me that thing," Tricia mumbled, her mouth so full 
of cock she could hardly speak. Kate got the message 
and handed the bottle up with a giggle.

Tricia upended it, slopping the stuff onto Roger's 
cock. It splattered the sheets, but Trish didn't give 
a shit. They weren't _her_ sheets, were they? And 
wine was surely the most innocent thing that had ever 
stained these bedsheets ...

The last gulp of the wine she poured into her mouth, 
swigging it down and feeling the warmth go straight to 
her belly, then directly to her brain.

"I'm drunk," she announced. "That must be why I'm 
doing this." She tossed the empty bottle aside and 
returned to Roger's prick.

"Sure, honey," Kate assured her, sounding a million 
miles away while Tricia began to suck Roger's cock once 
more.

The bed began to rock hard beneath the threesome. 
Trish heard Kate's moans and groans, and, without 
missing a slurp on the prick in her mouth, she glanced 
downward again. What a slut! Kate had retrieved the 
wine bottle and she was using one hand to guide its 
long skinny neck into her wet-lipped cunt even as she 
continued to lick and suck and fingerfuck Trish's 
throbbing pussy!

She fucked herself hard, showing no more mercy to her 
snatch than her mouth was giving to Tricia's pussy. 
Trish sighed, thinking of the hours that she and Kate 
had wasted in discussing clothes, recipes, the people 
they had known in high school. If only she'd known 
that Kate was such a provocative whore, they could have 
been having some fun all these many months!!!

Trish kept on gulping at Roger's dick, smacking her 
lips as the thing worked in and out of her mouth. She 
was taking him deeper now, straining a little, but she 
knew she was going to swallow the whole thing any 
second now ... any second now ...

Jesus!!! He thrust, and suddenly her throat was full 
of his pulsating cock. She didn't know whether to 
shit, wind her watch, or strangle. She settled for 
sucking.

Now that he'd plumbed the depth of her throat, he began 
to fuck Trish's face, shoving hard with his cock. He 
was still dribbling out spurtles of jizz, a hot milky 
splatter of fuck snot.

She savored the taste and wolfed him for more of it. 
If he didn't waste all his load in these little bubbly 
squirts, she was due to get herself a fucking mouthful!

Kate howled as the bottle penetrated her again and 
again. She'd stopped playing with Tricia's cunt and 
was devoting all her attention to herself.

"Oh, fuck," she growled, "I need it sooo bad..."

Tricia was down on Roger's balls now, licking them 
while she used her hand on his cock, making sure that 
big sweet fucker stayed big and long and hard. His 
meat pulsated inside her fist, excitement beating 
through his cum-vein, transmitting itself straight into 
Tricia Miller.

"Lemme have some too," Kate said, edging her way in. 
Trish moved aside and Kate began to devour her 
husband's erection. She fed it all the way into her 
gullet, sucking loudly as she gobbled him. Her drool 
ran down the shaft as she bobbed on his prick.

Tricia crawled up and offered her tits to Roger. He 
took them greedily, squeezing, sucking, pinching the 
erected nipples until Tricia's eyes watered and she 
made little whiny cries that said "Nooo ... " but meant 
"Yessss ... "

He pulled her to him and tried to swallow the nearest 
of her matching 38-Cs, his mouth straining widely to 
make room for tit.

"Fuck us, Roger," Kate demanded, sitting up.

"Christ," Roger sighed, "I really don't have time. I'm 
gonna be late for my appointment ... "

"Your cock, my asshole," Kate replied. "Do those 
concepts mean anything to you? Oh, come on, Rog, 
you've gotten me and Trish too hot and bothered to 
stop. If you don't fuck us, we're gonna have to get 
out the dildoes. All this talk about ass-fucking, all 
this cunting around has got me crawling out of my 
clit!"

Trish squirmed, her tit still jammed into Roger's 
mouth. She wasn't sure she was ready for anything as 
close to real adultery as fucking her best friend's 
husband. But, she rationalized, Kate was her best 
friend, wasn't she? And she'd demanded that Roger fuck 
_us_. And _us_ includes _me_! Tricia thought.

Roger came up, his cock preceding the rest of his body 
by a good nine inches. The sight of his long skinny 
prick in full erection excited Tricia, almost as much 
as seeing her own husband with a ripe hot bone-on for 
her. Well, she thought, Ken had demanded that she 
loosen up, hadn't he? She just hoped this was what he 
meant by it. 

"Get the K-Y," Roger said.

"Fuck the K-Y," Kate replied. "If you can't put it in 
me dry, don't put it in me at all. Mmmm, baby, I'm 
fucking ready!!!"

Trish moved out of the way while Kate went onto her 
knees, her gorgeous ass sticking up high and inviting. 
Roger went down on it first, nuzzling her cunt with his 
face and lips, licking her little backdoor bud as well. 

He tested it with his finger, and he said, "It feels a 
little looser than usual. Has somebody been sticking 
things in you already, hon?"

Tricia giggled. "It was me," she confessed, but by 
that time she'd found the wine bottle Kate had 
discarded. She studied it curiously.

She'd never masturbated with objects before, but the 
neck of the bottle was long and suggestively shaped, 
and it gleamed with Kate's pussy juices. She tested it 
with her tongue to confirm that it was pussygoo indeed 
which made the bottle shimmer and glisten, and the 
taste of Kate's cunt made her hotter than ever.

As Roger moved into position behind Kate, Trish was 
already stroking her cuntal gash with the tip of the 
bottle. It should have felt cold, but Kate had warmed 
it up a great deal inside her twat. It was very hard, 
and she felt as if she were bruising her pussy lips 
with it, but she didn't stop stroking herself. Her 
wet, slippery labes parted.

Trish bit her lip as she began to insert the bottle. 
This is so fucking nutty, she told herself, blushing 
that she could do something like this even in front of 
friends.

Of course, Kate and Roger weren't paying much attention 
to what Tricia was doing. Tricia wasn't even aware 
that Roger had slipped his cock into his wife's anus 
until she heard the croaking gasp from Kate and she 
looked up, in time to see the long skinny barrel of 
that prick sliding into Kate's tight backdoor hole.

Trish winced at the sight, but Kate wasn't complaining. 
"Ooohhh, my asshole," she panted, "fuck my 
motherfucking asshole!!!"

He began to pound his cock into her. She jerked with 
each thrust but she took it deep and came back for 
more. "Yes, yesssss!!!" she shrieked. "Oh, fucking 
yessssss!!!"

Tricia moaned too, matching Roger's cock thrusts with 
the drive of the wine bottle up her own snatch. The 
cylindrical object banged deeply into her pussy, until 
the swell of the body made it impossible to push the 
bottle any deeper. She ground it against her cunt, the 
end rotating deep inside her, and she flogged her 
throbbing clit with the fingers of her other hand while 
she fucked herself.

"This is how you do it, baby," Kate was groaning as she 
took her husband's backdoor reaming with a smile and a 
scream. "One big hard cock, one hot asshole ... made 
for each other!"

Tricia was fucking herself harder, giving the bottle a 
full, stabbing plunge each time, and she had 
synchronized her wrist action with the drillbit thrust 
of Roger's cock into Kate's asshole, so that each time 
her friend got it, Trish got it too, and their chorused 
moaning cries rose into the air, growing more and more 
abandoned and horny.

Roger was riding Kate hard, his hands busy on her tits, 
her cunt. He was fingerfucking her while he speared 
her ass, and from the squirming she did beneath him, 
Trish knew it was only a matter of seconds until her 
friend exploded in orgasm. Shit, Trish was about to 
come her guts out, too!

"Now, goddamn it, now!!!" Kate screamed, collapsing 
beneath Roger. He fell heavily upon her, his cock 
ramming in and out of her tight booty, and she jerked 
and writhed beneath him.

The tip of his cock burrowed deep into her guts while 
his fingers pinched the fuck out of her hot hard clit, 
and almost at the same moment Kate whimpered into her 
orgasm beneath Roger, Trish gurgled into a come of her 
own, her pussy walls clenching spastically around the 
inserted length of the stiff bottle neck.

Her cunt clenched and contracted, and the bottle seemed 
to spit straight out of Trish. She covered her pussy 
with her hands, rubbing it harder and harder, making 
that goddamn orgasm last and last and last!

"Oh, Jesus," she said, stretching out her long legs, 
"oh fucking Jesus ... "

Roger Parker turned to her, his cock sticking straight 
out, its length rubbed raw and red by its session 
inside his wife's tight anus. "I guess it's your turn 
now, right, Trish?" he said, reaching for her hand.


CHAPTER 6


She wanted to say "No, I can't, I couldn't," but she 
knew it would be a lie.

Roger's long skinny cock jutted from his patch of 
dickhair. The big knob was red and raw-looking. She 
had already sucked it, felt and tasted the slow dribbly 
drool of its jizz load onto her tongue, taken it deep 
into her throat, gagging and gurgling as she fed on the 
entire length of that cock. What harm could there be 
to fuck it, too?

He tugged on her hand and she rose to her knees on the 
bed, stealing a glance toward the mirror. Jesus! The 
expression on her face startled Tricia. Her hair was 
bed-tossed, her tits heaved in sexual agitation, and 
she had the look of a wild, sex-crazed slut!

Kate was still on her belly, fingering her anus. The 
hole gaped, not yet returned to its normal tiny size 
after being rammed repeatedly with the stiffness of 
Roger's prick. She stuffed two or three fingers up her 
hot butt, reaming herself with them.

"Oh, yes," Trish heard her friend moan, "oh, I think I 
need more..."

Kate's hand fumbled about, and she found the wine 
bottle. By now, Trish was backed up against Roger. 
His cock protruded along one hip, and she had her fist 
on it, sliding up and down the rigid length of him. 
His hands were all over her sweaty, jiggling tits and 
his mouth assaulted her neck, her earlobes. His 
fingers dug into the soft meat of her tits, and she 
stroked harder at his cock.

Trish was full of herself and her own reactions, but 
even so, she could not hold back a shriek of disbelief 
when she saw what Kate intended to do with the wine 
bottle.

Her brunette friend guided the bottle through her 
crotch, using it to frig the musk-dripping lips of her 
cunt. She squirmed in abandon, her thighs clenching 
around the bottle, squeezing it into close contact with 
her pussy. And then she loosened her legs, spread them 
widely, and moved the bottle's neck to her shithole. 

It had started to tighten up again, finally empty of 
cock, but the moment the bottle neck touched her 
asshole, Kate split wide open once more, and the green 
bottle disappeared inside her rectum.

She looked back over her shoulder, face flushed, 
glowing with arousal, her eyes brown and wicked. "Once 
you start," she told Trish, "you fucking never get 
enough of this ... " And she moaned again, hand 
guiding the bottle in and out of her already-dicked 
asshole.

"That's what I want," Trish whispered to Roger. 
"That's exactly what I want!"

"You may have to fight her for the bottle," Roger said 
softly. "Looks like she's really attached to it." 

"No, shithead!" Tricia giggled, turning around to face 
him. She took his prick in both hands and rubbed its 
big, cum-oozing knob against her belly, stroked it 
through the soft wet hairs of her cunt. "I'll settle 
for this thing!"

Two minutes later she was rubbing K-Y onto his cock 
with both hands, greasing him thickly. As she lubed 
him, he was sliding fingers through her crack, working 
the jel into her flesh, too. She went stiff as his 
finger penetrated her asshole in a sudden, shallow 
stab.

"Oh!" she said. His finger was a lot bigger than the 
one Kate had shoved up her butt. She squeezed his 
prick. _It_ was a lot bigger than his finger. She 
started to get a little nervous about the whole thing, 
but it was perhaps a bit late for cold feet.

His finger moved a little deeper, crooking inside 
Tricia. She twisted, her head back, her eyes closed. 
Within her hand, his cock pulsated with a rapid, 
excited beat that she couldn't remain immune to.

Her own heart was thumping hotly behind the soft 
cushions of her 38-Cs, and she pressed them against 
Roger's chest, kissing him with her hard sweat- 
dripping nipples. He straightened out his finger 
inside her shithole and she winced, but she knew she 
had to have it.

Kate was still assreaming herself with the wine bottle. 
Christ, what a slut! But a real friend, too. Hadn't 
she made her own husband available to Trish?

"I think you're ready," Roger said, taking his finger 
out. Tricia's asshole felt suddenly empty and 
deprived. But her fist held something that would soon 
fill that void.

She lay down on her side, knees drawn up to her tits. 
With one hand she opened her buttocks, exposing the 
never-fucked pink spot. K-Y oozed from her shitter, 
greased the crack of her ass. Roger lay down behind 
her, guiding his prick to its hot virginal target.

He stroked her with the bulbous knob of his tool first, 
sliding it all around. "Last chance to change your 
mind," he said.

"Fuck me," Tricia replied. There was nothing else to 
say.

He wormed the tip of his cock into the hollow of her 
asshole and he gave it a tentative thrust. The lubed 
hole yielded before the pressure of his prick, and 
Trish felt his cock slowly but surely penetrating her.

She closed her eyes, feeling the burn as her muscles 
stretched. Even with the K-Y, it was going to be a 
hell of a tight fit. And Roger's cock was a lot 
thinner than Ken's. Part of her was happy that she had 
awakened in time to keep herself from being ass-busted 
in bed this morning, but as the slickened dickhead 
moved a little deeper into her turned-on butt, she felt 
just the slightest trace of sadness, too -- sadness 
that she had made Ken stop!

"Fuck me," she repeated. "Don't just fuck around."

"You got it," Roger said, his voice getting a little 
tight around the edges. He gripped her buttocks and 
pushed, driving three or four inches of hard-on 
straight up Trish's shitchute.

"Owwwwwww!!!!" she squealed, not quite prepared for 
what she had gotten herself into -- or into herself. 
"Stoppppppitttttttt!!!"

But he didn't stop! He thrust again, and the rest of 
his cock entered her asshole. His belly slapped hard 
against the round swell of her candy ass, and she felt 
the ticklish scrape of his dickhairs on her flesh. He 
rocked against her, stirring her shit with his cock, 
and there was no doubt about it -- Tricia Miller had 
taken nine inches straight up the ass!

He began to drill her, his long thin cock slicking in 
and out of her jellied butthole. She wailed with each 
thrust, but the cries which at first signaled her pain 
soon took on a sharper, keener note of delight. The 
warbled "Nooooo" drifted gradually into a whiny 
"Ohhhhh" and she was shocked to hear herself gasping, 
at last, "Yes, oh, yes yes yes!!!"

Something touched her face. She opened her eyes to see 
Kate's face an inch away, the pink tongue lapping at 
her skin. Trish pulled the face closer and kissed it 
in gratitude. "Oh, you cunt," she said, "how did you 
know I needed this???"

Kate just smiled coyly and started down Trish's body. 
She got to the tits and feasted greedily on them, while 
Trish absorbed the deep, belly-quivering thrusts from 
Roger's dick.

Kate's face moved lower. Now she was nose deep in 
Tricia's light brown pussy hair. She found the wet 
hole -- it would have been easier to miss Cleveland -- 
and she slipped her tongue into the gash, slicking it 
up the hole for some deep cunt stimulation that went 
perfectly with the asshole-fucking that Roger was 
dishing out.

Tricia got Kate's legs in hand and pulled them closer, 
repaying the suckoff with a voracious attack on Kate's 
lightly-haired twat. Jesus Christ! The fucking bottle 
was still sticking out of Kate's asshole! Trish 
grabbed it by the gut and began to jam it up and down 
the anal passage while she fed on her friend's clit and 
cuntlips. Honey juices filled her mouth, and she drank 
greedily, sucking and licking to get more of the sweet 
stuff.

She was pissing her own jizz into Kate's mouth, and 
through it all, Roger continued to bulldog her ass. 
God, she'd been such a fool to refuse Ken the privilege 
of cornholing her! Now that she'd finally tasted a 
cock in her shitter, she knew she would do it again.

Oh, Jesus, why did Ken have to go away on business? 
She ached to be with him, to open her butt to _his_ 
cock, the way she had opened it to the cock of her best 
friend's husband.

But Ken would get it, as soon as he returned home. 
Mmmm, was he ever gonna get it!

She recognized the taste and feel of orgasm in Kate's 
cunt, and she spread the pussy wide, moving her face 
into the big wet pink gash. Her tongue wiggled up the 
hole, so deep she thought she could feel Kate's tonsils 
just ahead, and she gave the wine bottle one last deep 
plunge up her friend's asshole, putting the icing to 
Kate's cum-cake. The brunette woman's legs clamped 
around Trish's face and she thought she might smother 
in the musky wetness of the climaxing cunt at which she 
fed.

Roger's cock rammed harder, deeper. His strokes grew 
faster and faster as well, his rod moving so quickly 
she could hardly feel the friction -- just the 
slam-bang as he hit the bottom of her shitchute, again 
and again.

She rocked her ass backwards, meeting him thrust for 
thrust, and each time she came forward again, she wiped 
Kate's hungry face with the wetness of her twat.

It was the fucking, not the sucking, that brought her 
to orgasm. She knew that as well as she knew that her 
name was Tricia. She felt the buildup in her guts, and 
then her ovaries erupted. Roger kept on feeding her 
asshole with his long hard cock, and she screamed into 
Kate's pussy, biting at the flesh on which she sucked.

Into her he thrust, hard, deep, and each stab made her 
body convulse afresh. Kate's mouth was glued to 
Tricia's clit, and the girlcum flowed from the raw hot 
gash. Still hard, Roger continued to fuck, and 
Tricia's orgasm intensified.

He came out of her asshole, finally, his cock still 
rigid, and he grabbed the two cunt-sucking women. 
"Something for you, girls," he said in a raw and hoarse 
voice. He sat them up, side by side, and he shoved his 
long red prick into their faces.

"Finish me now," he commanded.

Without a second thought, Tricia fed his cock into her 
mouth. She gulped him hungrily, taking it all the way 
into her throat and washing him with her tongue as he 
moved in and out.

Kate was there for her share, and she stole the cock 
away from Trish, guzzling it down her own gullet. She 
smiled and beamed as she sucked on her husband, and 
Tricia was sure she had never seen Kate looking so 
beautiful and sexy.

Glancing at the mirror, she realized that she wasn't 
looking so bad herself. Her body was glossy with 
sweat, and her hair was a mess, but the animal glow of 
sex absolutely radiated from her. She stared a long 
moment at herself, liking what she saw.

Kate's mouth was sliding up and down the length of 
Roger's cock. Trish moved down to capture his nuts, 
eating them while Kate sucked the shaft, but she found 
herself thirsting for the salty, meaty flavor of the 
real thing and she said, "Give me some of that or I'll 
rip your tits off!" Kate laughed and surrendered the 
cock. Trish drank it down her throat again, moaning as 
it penetrated her, sighing as she savored it.

She monopolized the dick, sucking it, kissing it, 
licking it, her tongue slithering up and down the 
barrel. Kate was licking the nuts, but Tricia wanted 
them too, and she took them. Then she went back up to 
the big knob, licking the droplets of jizz that bubbled 
from the slit, feeding the glans into her mouth so she 
could suck it hard and horny, her lips frictioning it, 
teasing it, coaxing it to give up the useless struggle.

"I want your cum," she told Roger, looking up at him 
with intent, dead-serious blue eyes, her lips 
fluttering against the red, wet point of his erected 
tool.

"Take it, then," he said, and his prick suddenly 
erupted in her face.

The spray of sperm drenched Trish. She gasped and 
squealed as the hot thick flow gushed onto her face. 
She licked the white stuff that ran down the shaft. 
She squeezed him in her eager fist, milking squirt 
after squirt from him.

It splattered her, and she could feel the hot viscous 
fluid oozing down her cheeks. She licked it from her 
chin, her upper lip. She ovaled her lips and fed the 
tip into them, jerking on the shaft to tease still more 
of the juice from his balls.

Kate was kissing Tricia, eating the sprayed cum off her 
skin, wangling the cock free so she could get another 
lick, another suck, a little swallow of fresh spurting 
goo for herself. As the cock began to go dry and limp, 
the two women crushed their mouths together and shared 
the salty slime they had sucked out of Roger.

I think, Tricia told herself with a smug satisfaction, 
that I am doing one hell of a job of loosening up!

***

Roger showered and dressed, running late for his 
appointment. He wasn't bitching about it. He'd gotten 
far too good a fucking.

"We should do this again," Trish said conspiratorially, 
lying on the bed with Kate. "I can use all the 
practice I can get, before Ken gets home. Oh, he's 
going to be so surprised and so excited when he finds 
out that I'm ready for him!"

"I think you were born ready," Kate replied, playing 
with a tit. "You just needed to find out about it."

"I'm not busy tonight," Trish suggested. "Maybe we 
could all have dinner at my place and then ... ?"

"No," Kate said, "Rog has a date tonight."

"You mean a business appointment?"

"I mean a date," Kate giggled. "He's been fucking that 
little receptionist at the office. She's a typical 
bleach-blonde airhead -- oh, no offense, Trish! But 
she has no morals and Rog loves to get his dick in her. 
Don't look so shocked. I let him go out from time to 
time. You might have guessed that Rog and I have a 
_very_ open marriage. Your well fucked asshole should 
be proof of that, baby doll. Mmm, and I think you have 
one of my pussy hairs on your chin."

She slid a little closer, pressing her pointy-nippled 
tits against Trish. "On the other hand," she went on, 
"why should Rog have all the fun? You and I should do 
something tonight, too. A, we could drink a six-pack 
of wine cooler and then fuck ourselves with the empties 
while we watch porn tapes on the tube, or B, we could 
look for some adventure. What do you say?"

"Just what do you mean by adventure?" Tricia replied.


CHAPTER 7


Tricia felt like a complete and total slut. It wasn't 
a _bad_ feeling, to tell the truth, but it was a weird 
feeling. And she was definitely out of place here.

She and Kate were sitting at the bar in a redneck 
tavern a few miles out of town. Country music blared 
from the jukebox, the air was heavy with smoke, and 
Trish asked herself for the thousandth time how in the 
_fuck_ she had ever let Kate talk her into anything 
like this.

She was wearing some clothes of Kate's -- spike heels 
so high she could hardly stand up in them, a tinselly 
blue wig, and a sheathlike dress that fit her like a 
glove.

It wasn't made to hold in tits as big as Tricia's, and 
that was for damn sure. The bodice clung tightly, and 
because there wasn't nearly enough room inside for 
them, her hooters were pushed up, protruding out of the 
lowcut neckline.

The skirt was about an inch and a half on the safe side 
of legal, and under it Trish wore -- as Kate had 
demanded -- nothing but garters and patterned 
stockings, with butterflies sewn into the sheer black 
nylon.

She looked like a cheap whore, especially with the 
makeup Kate had applied to her face, and she knew that 
every guy in the place was staring at her and Kate. 
And Kate, if anything, looked even trashier than 
Tricia.

She was wearing a platinum blonde wig, down to her 
shoulders. Her tank top was so thin the pigment of her 
brown nipples showed through plain as day, and to cap 
it, she had on skintight shorts and black stilettos. 
In a downtown bar, they might have looked almost at 
home, though they might also have gotten busted as 
hookers. Out here, in the country, they looked as much 
at home as Michael Jackson would have.

Still, being stared at and being obviously lusted after 
was a real thrill, one that Tricia wasn't overly 
familiar with. She sipped at her drink and pretended 
to be very casual. Kate had promised her adventure. 
What kind of adventure would it be, she wondered.

"There aren't even any other women here," Tricia 
whispered, looking round the dingy joint. "Just the 
two of us."

"So much better," Kate assured her. "Your only 
competition is me. And you don't think every guy in 
this dive is staring at us? Mmm, I think adventure may 
already be putting on its rubber. C'mon, Trish, cross 
your legs and give everybody a thrill!"

"You're crazy," Trish whispered back, pushing her knees 
together. This was not a good idea, she was starting 
to believe with all her heart, and she searched her 
mind for clever stratagems she could use to get herself 
and Kate outta here!

Alabama was blasting from the jukebox and banging balls 
clattered on the pool table. The bartender brought the 
girls refills. Kate clinked her glass against Trish's 
and said, "Don't look now, baby, but I think adventure 
is coming your way."

Tricia turned, just as a hand touched her knee. Most 
of her legs were bare, due to the short skirt, and she 
still felt very self-conscious about having no panties 
underneath. The hand squeezed and she looked up into 
the eyes of a big man. There was something oddly 
familiar about him, but in the rather dim light she 
couldn't decide what it was.

He said, "Hiya, baby. How about letting me buy you a 
drink, and then you can tell me if the hair on your 
pussy is the same color as the hair on your head." He 
smiled in a confident way, and his hand slid upward on 
Tricia's thigh, almost to the top of her stocking.

Tricia reacted totally from instinct. She tossed her 
daiquiri, ice and all, straight into his face and said, 
"One thing's for sure -- I guess the drinks _are_ on 
you, mister."

He drew back, frowning, and turned without a word. "I 
don't believe this!" Kate said, grabbing Trish's 
shoulder. "Adventure sat in your lap with a hard-on 
and you threw a drink in its face? You dumb cunt! 
Don't you know who that was?"

Trish shook her head. Kate sighed heavily. "Remember 
Kyle Newberry? From high school? You gonna tell me 
that when you were fifteen you weren't frigging your 
hot little virgin clit and wondering what it would be 
like to have Mr All-State Running Back's big hard dick 
shoved up your hole?"

Tricia's eyes became enormous. She blushed under her 
makeup. "God, I thought he looked familiar! But I 
haven't seen him in ten years..."

"It's not too late," her friend said, pointing. "There 
he goes into the men's room to wipe off your daiquiri. 
Go apologize. See if he remembers you, hmmm?"

"Aren't you coming?" Tricia asked, sliding off the bar 
stool.

Kate shook her head. "Nah," she smirked. "By the time 
I was fifteen I already _knew_ what Mr All-State 
Running Back's big hard dick felt like. _And_ tasted 
like. This is _your_ adventure, sweetcakes. Go for 
it."

A couple of days ago, Tricia would never have dreamed 
of doing anything like this. But she had changed -- a 
lot -- and she had the feeling she was in for still 
more changes. She took a deep breath and started 
toward the hallway where Kyle had gone a few moments 
earlier.

She wasn't strutting on purpose. It was the only way 
she could walk in these damn spikes! But she was 
conscious of the roll of her ass, the stride of her 
legs, the eyes that watched her as she moved through 
the barroom and toward the door that was marked 
COWBOYS.

Think "adventure" she told herself, pushing the door 
inward.

The men's room was fairly small. There were two stalls 
and a couple of urinals on opposite sides. Both 
urinals were occupied, and Trish hesitated a moment, 
staring at the backs of two men taking noisy leaks. 

Kyle Newberry was at the sink, wiping himself with a 
paper towel. His t- shirt was off, lying across the 
top of the sink. He saw her in the mirror and he 
turned.

"Well, goddamn," he said, grinning. He'd put on some 
weight since high school. He was beefier now, and his 
chest was hairier than Trish had remembered from the 
days when she used to watch him and his friends playing 
shirts and skins basketball during lunch hour. A bit 
of roll hung over the belt of his pants but he didn't 
look fat or sloppy -- just big.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry," she told him. The 
two men who were pissing heard the sound of her voice. 
One of them turned, splashing a puddle of yellow onto 
the floor.

The real Trish wouldn't have dreamed of invading a 
men's room, but the real Trish was on vacation for the 
night. This was a blue-haired slut in a skintight 
sheath dress, with no underwear and four-inch spikes. 
She strutted toward him, her ass swaying. Something 
told her she was ready for anything.

He put his hands on her waist and pulled her close. He 
was six-three and he towered over Tricia. She could 
smell the rum on his chest from the drink she'd tossed 
at him, and it mixed with the smell of his sweat, of 
his natural male funk. She laid her cheek against him 
and rubbed it through the fur.

It wasn't the sexiest place in the world, this COWBOYS 
room. There was a piss-and-disinfectant smell, and she 
thought, This is soooo grubby -- but it was exciting in 
a rather nasty way, too.

He put his hand on one of the tits that overfilled the 
front of her dress and he began to manipulate the 
mound. Her nipple hardened against his palm and she 
was breathing hard, her body pushing forcefully, 
insistently, against his.

The other two men had stopped pissing now, but they 
were still in the room. She could see them in the 
mirror, over Kyle's shoulder. They were lighting up 
cigarettes and they were watching. Watching her.

She straightened up, and she put Kyle's hands on her 
back. They went immediately to the zipper of her 
dress. She took a deep breath as he pulled the zipper 
downward, then took her by the shoulders and eased the 
dress down.

A bulge had already begun to show in the front of his 
pants. The sight of her tits made the bulge grow 
larger.

Tricia's boobs spilled outward as the dress came down, 
and her pink nipples were fat and full, capped in 
aroused pinnacles. She turned, flashing her tits at 
the two men who were watching, and she backed her ass 
up against Kyle Newberry's crotch, stroking his growing 
hard with the round curve of her butt.

He cupped her tits, squeezing firmly, his fingers 
sinking into the soft, aroused flesh. She stared 
boldly at the two voyeurs, as if to say, "Don't you 
wish it was you?"

Her ass wiggled against his pants and she felt his 
cock, grown hard and fat and thick -- bigger, if 
possible, than it had been in her fantasies when she 
was just a pudgy, skanky virgin trying to dream 
impossible dreams. 

The kinkiest part of it was the two guys who stood 
watching by the piss-tanks. Tricia couldn't bear to 
look into their faces. Her eyes remained slightly 
downcast, and she could see that both of them were 
using their hands to stroke their own crotches. She 
heard them whispering and she had a good idea what they 
were whispering about, but she didn't care.

She wriggled loose from Kyle and turned, flouncing, her 
tits doing an eye-catching bounce. She touched her 
tinsel-looking blue wig, then slid her fingers across 
her pointy-nippled tits. Kyle straightened up, leaning 
against the sink, his pants full of hard cock and his 
eyes full of lust.

Trish lifted her skirt slowly, pulling it up to her 
stocking tops, then a little higher. She teased him 
for a few moments, promising the sight of her pussy and 
withholding it at the last minute. She was sure she 
could see his bulge growing. Saliva bubbled on his 
lips and his chest showed that he was breathing harder, 
too.

She pulled up her skirt, at last, flashing her cunt at 
him. "Oh, shit," he said, "I thought sure you were a 
natural bluehead. Kind of a disappointment to see that 
it's just brown hair on your snatch. Hell, I could get 
that from my old lady."

"Then get it from her," Trish purred, dropping her 
skirt. She reached for the fallen top of her dress, 
started to pull it back up into place.

Kyle grabbed her wrists and jerked her to him. Her 
body slammed into his, and she felt the searing 
stiffness of the cock that lurked inside his faded 
jeans. It throbbed and pulsated behind the layer of 
denim, and she could feel it as plainly as if it lay 
bare against her body.

She leaned back and let him kiss her, while his hands 
once more attacked her full, fleshy tits. His tongue 
fucked her mouth and she sucked it in response, 
squirming her body against him, her legs wrapping 
lithely around his. She got her crotch flush against 
his prick and she did a little stationary dance there, 
exciting her cunt lips with the promise of his cock.

Wetness coated the interior of her pussy and it was 
beginning to ooze from her sliced opening. She was 
horrified to realize how excited she was right now, how 
much she wanted to fuck this stranger in a public 
toilet. The idea seemed even filthier than being 
fucked in the asshole, and her clitoris pulsated in a 
shockingly responsive way.

"Let me see if you're ready," she whispered. "Mmm, 
Kyle, I think that cock of yours is definitely ready!"

"How do you know my name?" he asked in surprise as she 
slid down his front, onto her knees before him.

Trish looked up. "Don't I look even slightly 
familiar?" He shook his head.

Well, the last time he'd seen her, she weighed 150 and 
greatly resembled a fresh dumpling.

She just gave him an enigmatic smile that would keep 
him wondering for the rest of his life _who_ was that 
fine bitch he'd lucked onto in the men's room, and she 
reached for his zipper.

She took his cock out of his pants, then undid the 
pants and eased them down his hips, baring his groin 
and balls, too. She held his meat in her hand while 
she kissed his belly, rimmed his belly button. Her 
tongue moved down into his dickhairs. "Baby..." she 
heard him sigh.

His cock was pretty damn big -- not as big as she'd 
fantasized, back in high school, but big enough. She 
caressed it with her fingers. She blew softly up and 
down the length of it, her lips poised a quarter of an 
inch from the surface of his prick, touching him only 
with her breath. For now.

The room was so silent you could have heard a pin drop. 
She could feel the burning eyes of the two guys over by 
the urinals, and Kyle's hands were on her head, 
stroking, petting, coaxing.

"Lick it, baby," he was saying. "Go ahead and lick it. 
You ever see one that big before?"

She had. Ken's was longer and thicker and harder in 
its glory. But Ken's cock was in California, and Kyle 
Newberry's rod was in her hand. She'd make do with 
what she had.

Smiling, she pressed her lips against him, touching his 
cockflesh with her mouth for the first time. Her lips 
were moist and soft, and his cock was hot and hard. 
She kissed him warmly, felt his heat flow through her 
lips and into her body.

Her mouth slightly open, she moved it down and then up 
the shaft of his cock, lipping him like a guppy. She 
gave him a lick or two as well, sliding the wet flat of 
her tongue over his hard rod, bringing it up to but not 
quite touching the supersensitive spot just below the 
big swollen knob.

His cock was unclipped, but the foreskin had retracted 
to show off a really impressive peckerbulb. It looked 
like a giant grape. Gallo could ferment all year on a 
grape that size.

She stroked him with her fingers, holding his cock 
delicately. She slid the loose outer skin up and 
down, milking his prick while her mouth drifted down to 
his balls and the base of the shaft. She nuzzled into 
the hair, jiggling his nuts with her tongue. His bag 
tasted sweaty.

"Will you for Chrissakes suck it???" he hissed in a 
desperate sounding voice. Trish looked up at him with 
a beaming smile. She slid her tongue back up the 
underside of his rod, and this time she went straight 
to the spot below the knob that always made Ken's prick 
drool wetly.

She butterflied him there, tongue working swiftly and 
to the point, and his pre-cum began to ooze from his 
tip. She brought her tongue up and licked it away, and 
the meaty heat of his knobflesh made her thirst for the 
taste of his cock in her mouth.

Her tongue dripped saliva onto the point of his cock. 
She looked up at him, her mouth puckered momentarily as 
if for a kiss, and then she opened her lips wide and 
sucked the end of Kyle's dick inside, gulping as she 
swallowed him.

Blood pounded in her temples. Jesus Christ, she was 
excited! Her tits heaved massively, and she felt his 
fingers seize her erected, pointing nipples, pinching 
at them in delighted response to the feverishly hot 
quality of her mad sucking.

She pistoned her head back and forth, his cock ramming 
in and out of her throat, and she made gurgling noises 
around the huge hard chunk of prime male gristle. It 
would never have tasted this good back in high school, 
she decided, mouthing him possessively, twisting her 
head as she fed on his rampant love monster.

"Holy shit," she heard him sigh as she gobbled his 
cock. It was a compliment, and she knew it. Trish 
felt positively inspired, dishing out this blowjob, and 
the fact that the two pissers were _still_ standing 
over there watching only made her that much crazier. 
She could feel their eyes burning as they stared, and 
she knew she was giving them a show they'd never forget 
if they lived as long as Ronald Reagan.

She took the cock out of her mouth and lipped up and 
down, from knob to nuts. She sucked the balls into her 
mouth again, giggling as the dickhairs tickled her 
nose. She worked a finger up into the crack of Kyle's 
ass and tickled his shithole while she yummied his 
stones.

He swayed and trembled, his body moving up and down, 
his rod thrusting in the soft possessive grip of her 
hand. She stroked him with luscious precision and then 
she angled his dickhead back toward her face, her 
tongue emerging to meet its big swollen knob top.

She lapped his prick, slipping him in and out of her 
mouth in fishlike swallows. No deepthroating this 
time. She'd almost ruptured her tonsils in the lustful 
fury of her last attack. This time it was for fun and 
for stimulation. And she knew she was giving him 
plenty.

Her lips fitted loosely around the prick as it moved in 
and out, and her tongue worked in magical little 
forays, tickling and caressing and teasing with a 
wicked furtiveness.

She was holding him by the root of his long hard tool, 
and she was giving him fitful little jerks with her 
hand that seemed almost casual but had a secret rhythm 
and tempo all their own. A wild pulsation rippled 
through the big bloated cum tube, and the blue veins 
stood out vividly on the surface of Kyle's prick.

"Gonna cum in your mouth, baby," she heard him pant. 
"You better stop right now and let me fuck you..."

"A real man could cum in my mouth and fuck me too," she 
purred, smirking up at him.

"Oh, you slut," he grinned, his face flushed with 
excitement.

He put one hand on the top of her head and took control 
of his dick with the other. He slipped the point into 
Tricia's mouth and he began to stroke himself rapidly, 
fist flying up and down the length of his tool. She 
held his cock with her lips, tongue-flipping him, 
sucking at him with an insistent horny pressure, 
waiting for the spurt of his goodies.

"Now!" he groaned, and with that, his cock unloaded 
into Tricia's mouth. She opened her throat to the 
squirting spray.

It came from him, hot and thick and sticky, gushing 
down her gullet, and she felt the hot excitement of his 
cum-milk all the way to her tummmy. She pushed his 
fist aside and got him in her own paw, and she squeezed 
and stroked and masturbated until his cock shivered and 
trembled and made one dry thrust after another across 
her lapping tongue.

She drew back, unmouthing him, and her fist moved up to 
his point. She squeezed hard, just under the big 
bulging knob, and one last bubble of jizz emerged from 
his slit. She held his cock upward and let the droplet 
fall onto her tongue.

"Does that make up for splashing a drink in your face?" 
she asked. "Turnabout is fair play, right? And you 
splashed me pretty good, big stuff ... "

Still on her knees, she looked over her shoulder. The 
two guys who'd been pissing when she came in were still 
standing at the far wall, and they were goggle-eyed 
with astonishment.

It must have been like a fantasy come true for them, 
something straight out of one of those porno 
videotapes. Gorgeous slutty woman blows big stud dude 
in a sleazy, smelly men's room. And she still had a 
mustache of cum around her lips to prove it had really 
happened.

Both of them were rock hard inside their pants. The 
bulges of their aroused cocks stuck out, undisguised. 
One of them was stroking his erection, as if unaware 
that anyone could see him. But Trish could, and Trish 
knew exactly what was running through his mind.

"You guys got lucky," she said, cupping her tits. "Why 
don't you come over here and find out just _how_ 
lucky???"


CHAPTER 8


They came toward her slowly, their eyes wary, as if 
they didn't believe what was on the verge of happening 
to them. Face it. How many times in real life do you 
walk into a situation like this? A lushly built, 
totally slutted-out woman with blue hair and 38-Cs 
offering a no-strings blowjob in the crapper of a 
lowlife hillbilly bar?

"I mean it," she said, flashing her blue eyes at them, 
squeezing down on the plush mounds of her tits. "I 
really mean it."

"I don't fucking believe it," she heard Kyle Newberry 
say from behind her. There was a note of awe in his 
voice. She knew, even without turning, that he was 
stroking the cock she had just sucked off, and that his 
cock was full of hard throbbing bone.

The two men came within reach. She didn't look up at 
their faces. She didn't give a shit who they were, 
what they looked like. Her eyes were fixed on their 
crotches. All she wanted was what lurked behind the 
front of their pants. And she was going to get it.

"Take your cocks out," she said. "Do you want me to do 
all the work?"

They unzipped, fumbled inside for their hard pricks. 
Trish caught her breath as the first one flashed out 
into the open. It was a real monster, long and hard 
and as thick as a baby's wrist.

She held out one hand, palm turned upward, and the man 
placed his prick atop it. Trish squeezed, feeling the 
surge of erotic excitement shoot through his limb of 
flesh, and she leaned toward it, her mouth already 
watering for the taste of his dick on her tongue.

"Oh, yes," she said, staring his cock eye to eye. She 
squeezed again, and a watery drop of precum oozed from 
the tip. Her tongue flicked it away.

She could taste the piss on his tool, but she was 
beyond caring about such things as that. She peeled 
down the foreskin and she licked him, lapping 
ravenously at the swollen knob.

Her ovaled mouth took him inward, and she sucked at his 
meaty cock, relishing the flavor. Who said guys all 
tasted alike? She really hadn't sucked a lot of 
cocks in her life -- counting this one, maybe six, 
tops -- but she could have identified any of them in 
the dark, using nothing but her tongue as a guide.

I think I'm going to like loosening up, she thought 
with a shiver of excitement, sucking the stranger's 
cock in and out. She only hoped that Ken would be 
ready for the new Tricia.

The other man was standing beside her, his pants 
lowered and his own dick sticking out. He took her 
other hand, put it on his peter. She fisted him, 
feeling the surging energy in this new, strange rod, 
and she stroked him in a warm, lustful rhythm as she 
kept on sucking the first prick.

"I guess you must be one of those punk rockers," Kyle 
was saying from behind her. "The hair, the clothes, 
the way you eat a dick ... I'd heard about that kind of 
stuff, but I didn't know there were really people like 
that."

"Believe it," Trish whispered, in between slurps at the 
cock that filled her hungry mouth.

"Suck mine, too," she heard someone say. It was the 
man whose prick she was fondling. With a shrug, Trish 
surrendered the first cock and turned to the second. 

It wasn't as big as Kyle's or the other one, but it was 
surmounted by the biggest dickknob she had ever seen, 
and oozy precum glistened on the big bulging glans.

She milked it with her hand, saw a bubble of jizz 
dribble from its slit. Her tongue caught it before it 
wasted itself on the floor, and it tasted so fucking 
good she had to have a little more.

She lipped the bulbous knob and sucked another little 
spraying squirt from it. The warm salty fluid coated 
her tongue and she closed her eyes dreamily, savoring.

Trish had never been exactly crazy about eating dick 
before she met Ken. She'd done it, but it had always 
seemed so yucchy. Ken had taught her that oral sex was 
an essential part of any relationship, and she had come 
to love the feel and taste of his throbbing rod buried 
in her mouth.

Sucking off strangers was hardly a relationship, but 
the thrill of eating cock was no less pronounced. A 
day with Kate Parker had turned Trish into a total, 
unmitigated slut.

She felt a little guilty for enjoying it so much, but 
as the cock surged and pulsated in her mouth, she felt 
passion bubbling through the lips of her pussy, juices 
matting her cunthair and oozing down her quivery 
thighs.

Her blowjob grew more vigorous. Her head worked back 
and forth, and the knob pushed to the back of her 
mouth. It wasn't quite long enough to fuck into her 
throat, but that was okay. She could breathe while she 
blew. Her jaws clenched, and her mouth tightened. She 
was thirsty for cum now, and she would have another 
load or she would suck this cock to death!

Tricia heard the men's room door open. Was someone 
leaving or coming in? "Jesus!" a voice said. A new 
arrival. She kept on sucking.

The cock suddenly spurted, filling her mouth with hot 
thick sperm. She gulped, eating it all. Her lips 
coaxed and pleaded, urging the cock to give her just 
another squirt, just a little more, pleeeeeeeez????

But it went dry, and she spat it out, swallowing the 
hot thick load of cum. The first man's prick was still 
clutched in her hand, and she turned to it, her eyes 
bright, her lips wet with desire.

"Are you gonna feed me too?" she asked the cock.

Her lips brushed it with sensuous kisses, her tongue 
licked delicately, arousingly, at the hard swollen 
flesh that still wore bubbles of her drool from the 
previous round of sucking. She ovaled her mouth and 
fed it inside, gulping it into the upper end of her 
throat and sucking like a wolf at a marrow bone.

Hands caressed her from behind. They fondled her tits, 
slid down to cup the bulging lustful bun of her cunt. 
She squirmed, concentrating on the cock in her mouth, 
but she made her body available.

It felt like Kyle's big strong hands attacking her 
tits, but she wasn't sure. She didn't think she cared. 
Fingers tweaked her swollen, pointy nipples, and she 
moaned around the tool that filled her mouth.

A second squirting load splattered her tongue. She 
closed her eyes and sucked it down her throat, 
relishing every drop of the semen that poured into her. 
Yes, yes, her mind screamed. Give me all your fucking 
cum!!!

She felt, behind her, the hard aroused prodding of a 
stiff cock. She was sure that it was Kyle Newberry now 
that she could feel his dick touching her from the 
rear.

She wiggled her ass, stimulating herself as much as she 
stimulated him. The tool angled down, riding in the 
crack of her ass. It stroked up and down, and her cunt 
slobbered wetly upon it.

The hands continued to manipulate her tits, and she 
pushed her 38s into the palms, the nipples hot and hard 
with lustful desires. Jesus, it was too bad Kate 
wasn't in here watching! She'd be so fucking proud of 
her proteg‚e! If, that is, she wasn't on her knees 
trying to take this sweet fat boner away from Tricia!

She worked the cock with both hands, swishing it in and 
out of her mouth, sucking fiercely, passionately. She 
had already forgotten the face of the man whose tool 
she was eating, and that was how she wanted it to be. 
His identity didn't mean shit. His prick was all that 
counted.

Kyle's hands worked downward. He spread her pussy lips 
and inserted a finger into the simmering stewpot. She 
moaned, feeling him tickle her clit, spearfuck her 
cunt.

Juice was leaking from her hole and his finger got 
wetter, moved deeper. She whimpered around the cock 
that filled her mouth, and she milked his finger with 
her cuntal muscles, body easing up and down in short, 
delighted heaves.

A hand captured one of her wrists. "If you're in the 
mood, baby, why don't you get in the mood for me?" she 
heard a voice say.

She had no idea in hell who it might be that was 
speaking. The fingers of that hand surrendered their 
deathgrip on the cock she was eating, and she let her 
hand be guided.

It found another dick, equally stiff, equally big, 
equally awesome, and she stroked it with her fingers 
while she continued to gobble the prick that fed her 
horny mouth.

Kyle Newberry persisted in his manual and pecker caress 
of her heated body and Tricia Miller felt, at the same 
time, supremely aroused and supremely whorish. And 
there was such a soul consuming satisfaction to the 
feeling!

She whipped her tongue around the cock that fucked her 
mouth. Its thrusts became more agitated, more excited. 
That cock wasn't the only one who was excited, for 
fucking sure!

She gulped it, throat convulsing around the stabs, and 
her hand worked up and down the hardened shaft of the 
prick that she held so tightly. Kyle's hands grew more 
possessive on her body. His own dick lay along the 
gash of Trish's cunt, and her clit pulsated in response 
to its caressing pressure.

He pumped back and forth through her crotch. She 
squirmed, but not uncomfortably. Her thighs gripped 
him, holding his tool flush against her cuntal crack, 
and she bathed it in the exudations from her aroused 
twat. Her clitoris was like a wart that his prick 
rubbed raw.

Adventure, Kate had called it. Sitting in her lap with 
a hard-on. Mmm, Jesus, she knew what her friend had 
meant, now! And she had as much hard-on adventure as 
she could handle.

The cock in her mouth exploded, hot cum splashing her 
tongue. It was a big sloppy release, and her cheeks 
puffed out as the jizz erupted. It had a thick, tangy 
taste -- she wasn't sure she liked it, but that 
didn't keep Trish from guzzling down the slimy nectar, 
and her throat twitched spasmodically, her thighs still 
gripping hotly at Kyle's prick. 

As the prick finished squirting its juicy cargo into 
her mouth, she let it slip from her cum-slimed lips. 
Sperm was oozing from them, running down her chin. She 
must have drunk down half a quart by now.

Behind her, Kyle Newberry stood up. He turned her face 
around and shoved his cock back into her mouth. She 
gasped at the fattened, lust-gorged size of him, and 
she gagged as he took hold of her ears and simply 
fucked her face with his re-aroused boner.

He was as big, as stiff, as ferocious as before. If 
anything, his cock was even bigger this time! She 
whimpered but she didn't stop sucking. She couldn't 
stop sucking.

Inside her hand, another strange cock throbbed with the 
mysteries of sexual arousal. She worked her fist up 
and down the shaft, feeling every inch of the long 
boney tool, and she ached to know its taste in her 
mouth as well.

There were voices. It was too late to hear them. She 
sucked. Trish was aware that her right hand was being 
attached to still another cock. Another?!?! Oh, 
God!!! As soon as she touched it, she knew that it was 
one she had not met before, but her fist got acquainted 
fast, and as she sucked on Kyle, she masturbated this 
new arrival.

She had a cock in her mouth and one in each fist. 
There was a sudden whoosh of air and she knew that 
someone else had come into the men's room. She knew 
equally well that she would soon be introduced to still 
another prick, and excitement throbbed behind the soft 
cushions of her tits.

Tricia was a woman possessed, now. There was no 
stopping, no turning back, no saying "It was a mistake 
.. I didn't mean to do this ..." She hadn't meant to 
do it, but she was by God doing it, and she could not 
stop until she was finished!

She gulped hard, drawing the cock she sucked almost 
into her lungs. Big, powerful pricks throbbed inside 
her squeezing, shucking fists. She found herself 
wondering if they tasted as good as they felt.

Maybe there was something to be said for being a slut. 
She thought she had never felt so alive as she did 
right now, on her knees in a grubby men's room, sucking 
and masturbating the anonymous cocks of Christ knew how 
many strange men!

A searing blast of cum filled her mouth. "Suck it, 
bitch!!!" she heard Kyle gasp, and his pulsating cock 
plunged again and again into her throat, squirting 
spray after spray of hot scalding jizz down her gullet. 

She moaned as she drank it, and then she spat the prick 
free and her head jerked immediately toward the nearer 
of the two cocks she was beating off.

As she began to suck, she noticed that there were at 
least six or seven men in the room now. Kyle was on 
her from behind again, massaging her hot cunt with his 
enlarged dick.

Christ! He'd just filled her mouth with sperm, and he 
was still stiff as a board! She was sorry as hell 
she'd not gotten to fuck him in high school, when he 
must have been truly in his prime!

She held one cock in her fist and another in her mouth. 
She had no idea whose cocks, how many cocks, she had 
sucked already, and she could only guess at how many 
more there were to come.

But there were still other torsos and crotches visible, 
behind the men she was taking on, and they didn't look 
like the first two guys she had blown after finishing 
Kyle.

Jesus, was she drawing a crowd??? Trish began to blush 
under her thick coat of makeup, but it was much too 
late to stop now. Much too late.

She siphoned still another squirting scalding load 
across her tongue. She was getting numb in the mouth. 
She could hardly taste the flavor of the cream, but she 
could not mistake the scummy oiliness of it as it 
rolled across her tongue in bubbles like mercury.

She hollowed her cheeks and sucked back and forth, 
hard, almost viciously, emptying the cock that filled 
her mouth. She sucked down every drop of cum that it 
could give her and then she abandoned it without a 
glance back.

The prick that her hand caressed was the smallest one 
she'd encountered, but it was really sorta cute when 
you looked at it in the right way. Trish smiled and 
planted a wet, cum-smeared kiss upon its red knob. 
Then she gulped it inside and wolfed it home.

The five or six-inch length of the prick was ideal for 
her mouth. She could swallow it all and rub her lips 
against his groin, kissing his nuts while she mouthed 
the entire cock. Her hands clutched at the man's bare 
ass -- he'd dropped his jeans and shorts straight to 
the floor and he was holding his shirttail up out of 
the way.

She purred as she feasted on him. He tasted young, but 
she wasn't interested enough to look up and check out 
his face. She closed her eyes and she blew him.

Her hands stroked his buttocks, and he began to sway 
tremulously, like a slender willow in a breeze, his 
peter pumping into Tricia's mouth, his hands busy on 
her tinsel-looking blue wig.

She gave a whimpering moan as Kyle Newberry, still busy 
from behind her, slipped his finger up her wet drooling 
pussy and speared it high into her sexual arousal. Her 
body worked up and down, pussy muscles drawing his 
finger in and out of Trish.

"Do they party like this every fucking night at the 
Green Parrot?" a voice wondered somewhere in the 
distance. "Shit, man, I gotta start coming here more 
often!"

Another round of jizz poured into her mouth, the 
biggest load yet spilling from the tip of the smallest 
cock she'd sampled so far. Trish guzzled it down, 
gnawing with teeth and lips to make sure that this 
prick gave her everything it had.

Her throat was clogged with the jizz she'd already 
swallowed, and it began to back up her tunnel. As she 
sucked and whined and nibbled, creamy sheetings of 
sperm leaked from her lips, down her chin, spilling 
onto the pink hard nipples of her heaving tits.

She let the cock go and her head moved back. The tool 
she'd just eaten belonged to a fresh-faced kid who 
didn't look much over seventeen, though he must have 
been at least twenty-one to be in this bar in the first 
place. He looked down at Trish with eyes that said 
"Thank you" and a smile that made her feel even warmer 
than the cum she'd eaten from his dick.

She cupped her tits and dribbled cum onto them from her 
lips, then massaged the goo into her flesh with her 
fingertips.

"To make them grow bigger," she said with a teasing 
smirk. Then she lifted the cum-smeared nipples toward 
her lips and let her tongue caress the pink points.

When she looked up again, two more cocks were staring 
her eye to eye. Kyle's finger was working in and out 
of her cunt, and she was wetter than she had believed 
possible -- she thought maybe she was pissing herself 
as she squatted on the floor. No one seemed to mind, 
if that was the case, and she shrugged, reaching for 
the new arrivals.

"Stand closer, you guys," she suggested. "I don't know 
which one of you I want first, so I'm gonna suck on 
both at the same time."

They faced each other, and she rubbed the tips of their 
tools together, precum from one cock merging with the 
lust saliva from the other. Her tongue anointed them 
as their points went nose-to-nose, and she fitted her 
open mouth over the two rods, sliding back and forth 
along their combined lengths, from one set of dickhairs 
to the other.

One tool was long and skinny, the other shorter but 
fatter. She had a mouthful to anticipate, no matter 
which way she turned her eyes.

She twisted the pricks, and somehow she managed to get 
both knobs into her mouth at the same time. She 
couldn't take either of them very deeply, but she kept 
her hands busy, stroking the shafts, while her tongue 
lapped and licked at the bulging knobs themselves. 

Kyle's finger continued to ream her twat, but he'd 
added a new wrinkle to it. His thumb was even now 
gouging insistently at the puckered pink mouth of her 
asshole.

She gasped around her mouthful as he thumb-fucked her 
shitter. He used his hand monstrously, working thumb 
and finger at the same time, as if he meant to snap his 
finger inside her. She squirmed and writhed and 
moaned, feeling more sexually aroused than seemed 
possible. She only wished that she had more hands, an 
extra mouth, another pussy, another ass -- she didn't 
want it to stop!

Again, the sound of the bathroom door opening, but she 
was far too busy to care.

"Trish, you goddamn whore!!!" a lilting voice called 
out. "I heard them saying some bitch was sucking 
everyone off in the john, but I didn't think it was you 
they were talking about!"

It was Kate, and she was lying, of course. She knew 
exactly who they were talking about, but the oversexed 
cunt just had to see for herself.

Trish felt a feminine hand touch her head, and then 
Kate was on her knees beside her, rubbing her excited 
tits against Trish's shoulder. The nipples were 
pebble-hard through the t-shirt she wore, and the 
mounds quivered ecstatically.

Kate cupped the bags of the two men Tricia was blowing 
and she said, "Cream her good, guys. She really wants 
your cum in her slutty hot mouth." And of course it 
was true.

"Give me a kiss, stud," Kate told Kyle, leaning across 
Tricia's back so she could rub her mouth against his. 
"Ooohh, you're doing the double nasties to my friend! 
Feel that tight ass on your thumb! Play your cards 
right, she might let you stick your big cock up that 
hole, too."

Trish was still mouthing both prick knobs 
simultaneously, toying with the shafts and urging them 
to give her what she wanted. The cock on the right 
fired off, salvos squirting across her tongue, and then 
she got a second helping from the dick on her left.

Both pricks fired their jizz into her mouth and she 
gulped it down her throat, stroking them rapidly to 
empty the shafts.

"I love it," she gurgled, leaning back as she released 
the two spent dicks. "Oh, fucking God, I love it!!!"

"I taught her everything she knows," Kate said smugly, 
and it wasn't true -- not at all -- but she had taught 
Trish a hell of a lot, all the same, so who wanted to 
quibble over semantics?

Kate sniffed. "God, it smells like a pisshouse in 
here! And there's not enough room to swing a cat. 
C'mon, Trish, let's take this party someplace we can 
stretch it out. And breathe."

She took Tricia's hand and pulled her to her feet. 
Kyle rose with her, his digits still imbedded in 
Trish's drooling holes, his big hard tool flopping 
against the small of Tricia's back.

"We'll make some history," Kate went on. "Any of you 
guys who still want to party, meet us at the pool 
table.



CHAPTER 9


Outside, the front of the joint was darkened, and the 
bartender was just hanging a CLOSED sign on the door. 
There were maybe twelve or fourteen men standing 
around, and the jukebox continued to blare loud country 
music.

Trish wasn't sure if any of the men had already fucked 
her mouth, but she was pretty sure at least some of 
them had. She'd long since lost count of how many 
cocks her mouth had wrapped itself around. Cum oozed 
from her lips and her body trembled.

She was obscenely exposed, her dress pushed down to 
show her tits, skirt lifted to expose her brown-furred 
cunt. She leaned back against Kyle Newberry, who was 
still fingerfucking her anus and pussy, and she looked 
around the room.

"Last call for alcohol," the bartender said.

Kate was stripping off. There were whistles at the 
sight of her lean, mean, tanned body, and she drank up 
the appreciation, strutting around like a stripper in 
her stilettos.

She walked up to a tall, heavy-bellied man who looked 
like a construction worker and she put her arms around 
his neck, shoving her face up so she could kiss him. 
Her mouth was wet and horny, and her body wriggled 
against his.

"I think you're ready," she laughed, drawing back and 
rubbing his cock bulge with the back of her hand. 
"This thing damn sure is!"

She unzipped him, her brown eyes staring fixedly into 
his face, and she fisted his cock up and down as they 
stood there. Another man came around behind her and 
cupped her tits from the rear, grinding his crotch into 
her highset, round ass. Kate preened, the center of 
their attention, and she soaked up their caresses.

Kyle took his fingers out of Trish. She seized his 
wrist and brought the fingers to her mouth, sucking 
them the way she'd sucked all those dicks in the men's 
room.

"I wanna fuck you," he said. Funny. He'd never told 
her that in high school. But it was no time to hold 
old grudges.

"You can fuck me," she replied smoothly. "But first 
you have to kiss me." It was time to bring this stud 
down just a peg or two. She wanted what he had, as 
much as he wanted to fuck her, but it would be on 
Tricia's terms. She was making the rules.

Somebody laughed. "Go ahead and kiss her cummy mouth, 
Newberry! You were a big football hero, and they're 
all fags anyway, aren't they?"

"Fuck you," Kyle growled. "C'mere, bitch!"

He pulled Trish to him, stared at her for a moment from 
two inches away, then slammed his mouth open and hot 
against her jizz-smeared lips. He bore her backward as 
he kissed her, down onto the pool table.

Someone had thrown a plastic cover over it, and it felt 
slick and slimy beneath Tricia's back. It would get 
slicker, slimier, before this all stopped.

He was naked -- most of the guys at least had their 
pants off, and some were totally naked, walking around 
with bulging hard-ons. As Kyle's mouth worked on 
Trish, other hands touched her. It was as if they 
wanted to make sure she was real, living flesh, here to 
seek pleasure with no holds barred and no questions 
asked. Her tender tits drew pinch after pinch.

She sat up, her legs dangling over the edge of the 
table. Off in a booth, along the nearer wall, she 
could see Kate, and it confirmed all of the suspicions 
she'd started to hold about her friend.

Kate was sitting on the table top, bouncing on a giant 
cock that filled her pussy to overflowing, while 
another man stood on the cushioned seat, holding her by 
the head as he fucked his long spear of a dick into her 
gulping mouth. Her body glowed with arousal and she 
made thrilled sounds of passion. She looked more 
slutty than Trish could have ever imagined, and she 
looked gorgeous too.

Kyle climbed onto the pool table, his rampant cock 
sticking up like a flagpole. All it needed was a big 
red banner hanging from the point.

Ten years ago, back in high school, Tricia would have 
sold her soul to be in this position with Kyle 
Newberry. It didn't seem quite so important to her 
now, but as she stretched out on the plastic sheeting, 
her body twisting and twining, her tits jiggling 
majestically with every motion, she had to admit that 
it was an exciting place to be.

As he propped himself above her, Tricia took his prick 
in both hands. It really had lived up to her high 
school fantasies. She was just sorry that he didn't 
recognize her now. But maybe it was better that way. 
The anonymity made it all sooo much more thrilling.

She stroked him in her moist hot palms, teasing her 
cunt with the massively swollen knob of his dong. Her 
clit was breathtakingly erect, and it was raw and 
aching with lust as she rubbed the tip of Kyle's dick 
back and forth, over the pink pinnacle of excitement.

She eased the knob down lower, wetting it in the oozing 
swamp of juices that comprised her pussy slash. Her 
eyes rolled over in their sockets as she slipped him 
into the antechamber of her cunt, holding him there for 
just a moment, the hungry mouth of her snatch sucking 
at the tip of his rod, her juices bubbling out to coat 
him in moisture.

She considered the swollen size of him. His cock was 
nearly as big as Ken's. She considered the 
circumstances under which she had gotten herself into 
this situation, and she found herself wondering if she 
could take anything as big as Kyle Newberry's rod up 
her anus.

Sure, she'd fucked her ass with the cock of Kate's 
husband Roger, but Roger's long slim tool was a 
fleabite next to the thick throbbing giant that Kyle 
sported. But it was assfucking that had started it 
all, and she thought it only proper that assfucking 
should have its place in this wild thrilling night's 
fun.

"My God," she said suddenly, "I'm a married woman. I 
_couldn't_ let you put your prick in my cunt. I'd 
never be able to look my husband in the face again. 
Oh, but I know what we can do, Kyle! Why don't you 
stick it up my ass, instead?"

His jaw hit the tabletop. There were audible gasps and 
a couple of rebel yells from the men who surrounded the 
pool table, watching it all. Tricia lay back, a slutty 
smirk beaming from her flushed face.

"Think you could handle that, stud?" she asked, yanking 
a little on his cock to emphasize her words. 

"Bet your ass I can," he said in a low, excited tone. 
He cuffed her briskly on one hip and she rolled over, 
presenting her bottom to him. He fondled her sweaty, 
glowing buttocks, and the tip of his cock continued to 
flap against the wet arousal of her crotch. He was 
still big, still hard, still horny. Maybe his prime 
had lasted beyond high school. God, she hoped so!

"Somebody get me a beer," he yelled, and Trish saw a 
cold bottle being passed to him. She squealed as he 
poured half the contents onto her rectal area. Talk 
about cold! But her ass was so hot that the beer 
seemed to turn immediately into steam.

She looked back and saw him dump the rest of the liquid 
onto his stiff jutting cock. "I don't want to rip you 
apart, bitch," he smiled. "And when I go into your 
shitter, you're gonna feel every inch of my dick!"

He pushed his knob up against her anus and gave it a 
shove. He was bigger, knocking at her backdoor, than 
Trish had quite counted on. She closed her eyes, 
wondering if she could go through with it after all. 
But she had to know if she could take it. Ken was 
expecting a piece of her ass when he got home from 
California, and if she could engulf Kyle's rod, she 
knew that she would be able to take on her husband's 
rather larger tool as well.

"I thought you were gonna fuck my asshole," she 
taunted. "Feels like you're just playing with it."

"Yeah?" he growled. "Play with this, baby!"

And with that, he rammed, and his knob spread her 
assring with a vicious searing insistence. Trish's 
eyes bulged out of their sockets, as if her body was 
already so full of cock there was no room left for 
anything else. She clawed at the plastic sheet that 
covered the pool table and she said "Oh, you fucker! 
Oh, you nasty nasty fucker!"

His dick ripped deeper into Tricia, and she screamed, 
half in pain, half in pleasure. Taking Roger's tool up 
her shitter had been _nothing_ compared to the 
ramrodding of this bigger, stiffer, meaner weapon. 

When it came to fucking, she knew, Kyle Newberry was 
still the same macho, arrogant stud he'd always seemed 
back in high school. He had a cock, and she had a 
hole, and he was going to fuck that hole with his cock, 
no matter what!

She could hear Kate moaning in orgasm, and the sound 
sent chills along her spine. Kyle was driving a little 
deeper now, getting more of his prick into her rectum. 
If that was all she'd give him, he'd fuck the living 
shit out of it.

Tricia cupped her pussy, massaging it feverishly while 
she endured the hard, demanding thrust of his 
cockstrokes up her ass. She slipped fingers into her 
cunt, spreading it vigorously, digits reaming in and 
out of her wet snug hole.

As she fingered herself, she could feel his prick 
thrusting hard and deep, on the other side of the 
muscle wall that divided her anus from her cunt. The 
pulsation of his cock was palpable to her fingers, and 
it inspired her to even more frantic masturbation 
efforts. She wanted to come in the worst way, but 
there was no question that she would come. It was only 
a matter of how soon.

Her head was hanging over the side of the table. Two 
or three stiff cocks were in plain sight. She ignored 
the faces of the owners, just husked out, "Bring me a 
prick! My mouth is hungry, too!"

A dick rammed into her mouth. She gagged as it fucked 
deeply into her throat, but she didn't miss a suck on 
the stabbing sausage. Her mouth clung to it, 
worshiping the gristly male flesh, and her tongue and 
teeth urged it to squirt her full of yet another 
scalding spray of cum.

The cock tasted familiar. She was sure she'd sucked it 
off once already, in the bathroom. A satisfied 
customer, back for seconds! She hoped he had seconds 
to give her, too, goddamn it!

Her asshole was in agony. Kyle only knew one way to 
fuck -- fast and hard and deep, and it didn't matter to 
him that her shitter was very nearly virginal. He had 
his tool inside it, and that was enough for him. He 
pumped her faster, banging his groin against the swell 
of her ass, his cockhead stirring the shit deep inside 
Tricia Miller's rectum, and he kept pounding back into 
her for fresh stroke after fresh stroke until her very 
teeth seemed to be growing loose inside her jaw.

But through it all she kept on sucking the dick that 
filled her mouth, and in faster time than she had 
expected she was gratified with the hot squirt of a 
fresh load of jizz, splattering her frisky tongue. She 
gargled on the cock, the cum, then let the prick slide 
stickily from her lips and she said, "Who's next???"

She'd hardly spoken when her mouth filled with another 
hard bare prick. This was a new one, somebody who'd 
missed out on the COWBOYS room suckoff marathon. She 
relished the fresh, excitingly new taste of this 
strange prick, and she sucked it wolfishly.

Never in her wildest dreams had Trish imagined that she 
might someday be taking cock at both ends of her body, 
from two different men. But -- just for tonight -- she 
wasn't really Trish at all, was she? She was a 
blue-haired slut and anything went! Absolutely 
anything!

She pinched at her aroused clit, whining because it 
hurt so fucking gooood! Her snatch gushed juices, and 
her body convulsed. The knob of Kyle's tool was deep 
in her guts now, ramming hard, and she felt her ass 
tunnel tighten like a steeljawed trap around his prick.

He howled, as if it hurt him a little bit too, but he 
didn't miss a stroke into Trish's shitter, his cock 
moving in short, almost desperate lunges now. She was 
coming like a bitch, her cunt pissing out its hot joy 
juices, her asshole milking his cock for dear life, and 
she made wild moaning sounds of ecstasy around the 
prick that was still fucking her mouth.

Her oral grip loosened, and the cock fell from her 
lips. It slapped her in the face, bobbing around in 
its own kind of frenzy, the shaft soaking wet from the 
drool in which she'd bathed it.

"Yes, yes, oh, shit, yes ... " she gasped over and 
over, rubbing her face up and down the length of the 
forward cock. She was too far gone to suck it now, but 
the touch of it against her face drove her mad.

The owner of the cock began to stroke it, bopping her 
in the nose, the mouth, with the bobbing, lunging 
point. Cum was already frothing in little escaped 
bubbles from his slit. She lapped them with her 
tongue, licked the tingly tangy stuff off him. She 
knew she had not blown this cock previously tonight, 
and the rich taste of his cum hitting her tongue 
confirmed it.

She heard him groan and sigh, a faraway sound filtered 
through the luscious internal music of her own climax. 
Through dreamy, half-slitted eyes she watched him aim 
his prick at her face, and she watched the gushing 
spurt of his cum, blasting into her face, drenching her 
with the hot ferocity of his sexual release. She 
purred, licking the jizz that caught on her lips and 
chin, bathing her face in the remainder of it.

Kyle Newberry's assfucking had become demonic by this 
time. She found herself screaming with each fresh 
thrust. "Oh, you fucker! You fucker!" she wailed over 
and over. "Do it again! Cream my asshole with your 
big mean dick!!!" 

That was clearly what he had in mind too. He fucked 
into Tricia, and she felt as if her asshole had been 
permanently stretched to the size of a fencepost. Her 
innards were greasy with lust, and he pumped her 
without much difficulty though the friction drove her 
half wild and the deep ramming thrust of his cock, into 
her innermost being, kept her orgasm humming and 
throbbing and dripping out the crack of her cunt.

Another cock was attempting to fuck her mouth but she 
shook her head, unable to concentrate. She had four 
fingers up her cunt, using them like a fat horny cock, 
but her snatch was almost raw now, almost unable to 
continue another minute at the game.

"Watch this, guys!" she heard Kyle gasp, and suddenly 
his cock came lurching out of her shithole. The feel 
of emptiness back there, after being stuffed full of 
his thick hard meat for what had seemed, felt, an 
eternity, was amazing, and Trish moaned in deprivation.

He held his cock knob perhaps six inches from the 
gaping spread of her well-fucked shitter, and he fisted 
it two, three times. "Ah!" he coughed, and a white 
spray of semen gushed from his knob, straight into 
Tricia's widely-dilated anal opening. The voyeurs who 
could see what he was doing broke into spontaneous 
cheers, and again Trish heard the eerie rebel yell.

Kyle squirted her four, five times, then thrust his 
cock straight up her cum-slimed butt and pumped her 
until his meat went suddenly soft inside Tricia's 
rectum. He ground against her anyway, stirring his 
dick around in her jizz-filled tunnel, but it came 
slipping out, skidding like bald tires on an icy road. 
She flopped onto her belly, panting like a dog, his 
slime leaking out of her cock-reamed shithole.

She could hear the alluring moans and whimpers that 
told her Kate Parker was in the grip of a dynamite 
sexual encounter too, but she was too dogged out to 
lift her head and scout the room in search of Kate.

"As long as you're giving away your asshole," a voice 
said behind her, and she turned half around. A man was 
on the table with her. His pants were down to his 
ankles, and his rod stuck up big and hard, and it was 
obvious that he had fucking on his mind.

"No!" Tricia squealed, flailing at him with her hands, 
but he was in no mood to be dissuaded so easily. He 
pulled her ass up against him, lifted her legs high, 
and spread her. She braced her shoulders on the 
tabletop as he eased the head of his cock into the hole 
that Kyle had already reamed out -- and creamed up -- 
and he began to fuck Trish without waiting for her 
approval.

His tool wasn't as big as Kyle's, but it was long and 
God, did it go deeply into her! She thought she could 
taste it fucking up her throat from beneath!

Her asshole groaned under the renewed assault, but as 
he pronged her, he was dipping his fingers into the 
splayed wet pink of her pussy. He coated them in her 
internal moisture and he smeared the sticky stuff onto 
her clit, and Trish began to whine and shiver and 
respond.

She kept her eyes from his face. He was fucking her 
like Superman but she didn't want to know who he was, 
didn't want him to see the lust that boiled behind her 
blue eyes. There were some things too personal to 
share with strangers at a gang bang.

Oh, God, that's what it was, too! A gang fuck! And 
she was the centerpiece! She had no idea how many men 
she had sucked off. Some of them, she knew, had come 
back for seconds.

Kyle's ramming orgasm in her asshole had been his third 
blastoff of the evening. He slouched at the far end of 
the pool table now, his tool limp and useless, a smile 
spread across his face that even death would have a 
hard time removing. 

"Fuck her, man," he was saying. "How do you like 
sloppy seconds?"

"Shit, Kyle, there's places in this asshole your dick 
never touched!" the assfucker replied, probing Trish 
with yet another inch or two of his longhandled dong. 
"Once you get past the used part, it's pretty goddamn 
good, too ... "

He was right. It was pretty goddamn good! Trish 
moaned and jerked and thrust her anus back to meet the 
downstrokes of his driving cock, and his fingers' 
activity inside her cunt promised that she would climax 
again, and soon, oh, shit, soon!

From the sounds of squealing and moaning it was obvious 
that Kate was coming again, too. Kate wasn't exactly a 
wallflower at this fuckfest, but Trish had definitely 
turned out to be the belle of the balls, and she basked 
in her stardom, knowing that all eyes were turned to 
her and what she was doing, and that every man in the 
room wanted to be the next cock that fucked this wild, 
punked-out beauty.

She took a hefty cum shot up the ass, and her shitter 
convulsed again, squeezing tight around the cock that 
fucked it, milking every last drop of sperm from the 
backdoor-banging tool. It came out of her wilted, 
still dripping cum. She worked it in her fist, teasing 
another drop or two out. They fell onto her spread 
pussy and she felt the burning heat of the semen 
touching her flesh.

"Next!" she giggled.

The bartender was the last man to get her. By that 
time her asshole was so full of spilled jizz that the 
stuff squirted out of Trish when he slid his cock in. 
She was on her hands and knees now, banging her butt 
back to meet him, and if he cared about the sloppy 
condition of her anus, he didn't fuck as if it mattered 
much to him.

She had another climax with him -- the tenth, the 
twentieth, the thousandth -- who could tell? Who even 
gave a shit?!?! She took him as willingly as she'd 
taken all the others, and she sucked at an anonymous 
cock while her asshole was prick-plugged one more 
thrilling time.

He fucked wildly into her hole, but his cock slipped 
out just as he began to climax, and his spraying jizz 
squirted into her open, finger-spread cunt, up the 
smooth flatness of her tummy. Her cunthairs dripped 
sperm and honeycum and she knew that she could not take 
another cock in any of her holes.

"That's it," she said, flopping down on her side, knees 
drawn up protectively to her tits. But everyone on the 
other side of the pool table could easily see the wet, 
raw-lipped gash of her cunt, the cock-reamed dilation 
of her asshole.

"No," she insisted, as a hand reached for a tit, "I 
mean it. Party's over."

She and Kate struggled into their clothing, what there 
was of it, and Trish felt just as bare as when she'd 
been stark naked except for heels and stockings. She 
looked around the sea of faces that surrounded her and 
she thought, I'll never _ever_ do anything like this 
again, but oh, sweet God, I'm glad I did it this one 
time! Sooooo glad!!!

"Y'all come back real soon, y'hear?" the bartender 
called as the two women went bowlegged out the front 
door. "We'll be looking for you."

***

In the car, Kate breathed heavily. "God, you look like 
shit!" she said, touching the blue wig that had fallen 
askew long ago, letting Tricia's semi-natural blonde 
hair show beneath. "But well-fucked shit," she added. 

"So, Trish," she went on, turning the key in the 
ignition, "what do you feel like doing tomorrow night?"


CHAPTER 10


Ken Miller took a taxi home from the airport. He was a 
day or two earlier than he'd expected, getting home, 
and he was a little sheepish about facing Trish. In 
the back of the cab he rehearsed scenario after 
scenario, drumming fingers on his attach‚ case until 
the driver asked him to knock it off for Chrissake, 
buddy!

He couldn't believe the scene he'd made with Tricia the 
morning of his departure. But the evening before, he'd 
just had this tremendous yen to stick his cock up her 
gorgeous tight little asshole. He definitely had to 
quit listening to Roger Parker's stories at the gym.

Anyway, no one in his right mind would believe a third 
of the stuff that Rog said Kate went crazy over. The 
guy was some kind of salesman, though. He made 
assfucking sound like a Mercedes. Once you knew it was 
there, you wanted it for yourself. Yeah, he thought, 
that sounds pretty good. Maybe it would save _his_ 
ass with Trish.

She'd been sooo ticked off when he brought up that 
stuff. And then he'd threatened her with an assfuck as 
soon as he got back from LA.

He knew that he should've been more easygoing, more 
persuasive, a little less physical. She'd almost 
warmed up to it in bed that morning, when he started on 
her while she was asleep. He'd come within a cunthair 
of getting his cock up her shitter.

Until she woke up. Fuck, he thought, I should've 
licked her a bit longer! Rog always said that if you 
fucked it right with your tongue, to get things 
started, women would beg you to fuck it with your big 
hard cock.

Ken leaned back in the seat, sighing deeply, wondering 
if it felt as good to stick your prick into a hot tight 
wiggly asshole as Roger Parker claimed. He hoped he 
lived long enough to find out. With his second or 
third wife, probably, though. Not with Trish. Never 
with Trish.

***

He unlocked the front door. "Trish!" he called, in a 
conciliatory voice, hoping she didn't remember their 
final conversation of a few days ago. He had flowers 
for her, and some doodads he'd picked up on Rodeo 
Drive. "Honey, I'm home..."

"I'm in the bathroom," she replied. She didn't sound 
pissed off. He took that as a good sign. Peeping 
through the half-open door, his eyes bugged out and his 
tongue bounced off the floor.

Tricia stood on the rug before the mirror, checking her 
makeup. She looked fantastic. Normally she looked 
good, but right now she looked _fantastic_. Like 
something out of a really hot porno movie. Like 
Hard-On City. She turned slowly. "Hello, and welcome 
home," she exhaled.

She was wearing a flimsy lavender teddy, semi-sheer and 
eager to hug and model the full, lush curves of her 
body. He loved garter belts and sexy stockings. 
Normally Trish wore pantyhose. Today she was in 
garters and pale violet stockings that caressed her 
legs all the way down to her gleaming red Fuck-Me 
shoes. She hardly ever wore the kind of tapering, 
elegant spikes that always caught his eye on other 
women's feet, but she was wearing them today. They 
made her legs look longer, her ass higher and rounder.

She came to him, pushing her tits up against his chest 
and planting a big wet kiss on his mouth. It started 
on his mouth and took in the whole lower half of his 
face before it was done. He felt her heat with his 
body, with his hands, shimmering through the wispy 
lavender veil of her teddy, and he began to get very, 
_very_ excited.

She turned him around, pushing his ass up against the 
cabinet, wrapping her body around his. She wove her 
legs round his and humped herself sinuously up and 
down.

A strap fell off one shoulder, and the teddy's top 
dipped low, baring a full, perky-nippled tit. The nip 
was a little redder than usual. Trish fed it to his 
curious lips and Ken found the taste of body lotion. 
Strawberry. His favorite flavor. He sucked her nipple 
in, eating the sweet fruity taste from it.

"Let's go in the bedroom," Trish said in a breathy 
whisper. She climbed down from him, took his hand, and 
almost galloped away in her haste to get there. What 
the _hell_ had gotten into her? She dug sex, but she 
seemed burning for it now!

"I have some presents for you," he said, indicating the 
flowers, the giftwrapped boxes.

She smiled at the flowers, waved the others aside with 
a purry "Later, darling. _I_ have a present for you." 
She handed him a bag. From the drugstore at the 
shopping plaza. What the fuck? Ken reached inside and 
came out with a tube.

"K-Y?" he said, and then his face got red.

"Just in case," Trish leered. The erotic glow in her 
eyes overwhelmed him like a flood and she threw herself 
upon Ken.

***

They rolled in a blissful 69, feasting upon each 
other's organs. Ken's long fat prick slicked wetly in 
and out of Trish's mouth, while his tongue whipped her 
clit to a roaring frenzy. She pushed her wet excited 
snatch into his face and smothered him with the musky 
exudations of arousal. She masturbated his rod with 
trembling hands while she yummied his balls and teased 
her frisky tongue back into the crack of his ass.

His soulful "Ahhhhs" and the twitching of his stiffened 
body told her that she was doing a good job. But then, 
she already knew about most of this stuff! What she 
had in store for him was the surprise treat he had 
demanded.

He mouthed her to a moaning climax. His cunt-eating 
was always sweet, juicy, delicious to receive, but his 
mouth seemed driven by wild and crazy desires today. 
Or was she just too _too_ excited?

Trish came again, with screams and wails, her legs 
kicking high into the air, clad in their silk violet 
wrappings. One of her shoes flew off and shattered the 
glass of the far-wall window. "Eat me," she moaned, 
"oh, fucking eat me!!!"

She sat up slowly, Ken rising with her. She kissed her 
pussyjuice off his lips, tongue working into his mouth 
to taste her flavors again. She had a delicious cunt. 
She knew it. Kate had assured her it was true, and so 
had Roger, but she didn't have to be told. As she 
kissed him, she used both hands on his tool, stroking 
it, marveling at the stiffened power, the lustful 
energy pulsating from within him.

He really was big, and hard, and thick. Cradling his 
dick in her squeezing hands, she couldn't help 
wondering if it would be possible to get this thing up 
her shitter. Funny. Ken hadn't even mentioned their 
major topic of conversation from last time. Had he 
forgotten?

"Fuck me," she whispered into his mouth. "You made me 
come with your mouth. Now do it with your big sweet 
cock."

She spread for him, with her legs wide and her cunt 
split to show off the coral pink delights within. He 
mounted her and she reached down to guide his cock into 
her hole.

Trish was juiced and lubed and ready, thanks to the 
soulful pussy eating he had already given her. 
"Jesus!!!" she warbled as his cock stabbed into her hot 
moist heat.

She writhed a long moment, pinned beneath him, and then 
she began to fuck her body up to meet Ken's, swallowing 
and milking his tool inside her dripping-wet snatch.

It was a sweet, hot, athletic fuck. First he rode her, 
driving cock down deep into her cunt, and then she 
shimmied onto the top, bouncing hard and fast as she 
engulfed his prick between velvety-smooth, slippery- 
slick cuntal walls. The more he fucked her, the 
tighter her cunt seemed to grow, melting around his 
cock like fresh taffy.

There was a sudden rattling sound. "What's that?" Ken 
asked thickly from beneath Trish. She shook her head.

"Dunno," she replied, slithering her snatch down over 
the length of his shaft and grinding herself nastily, 
wetly, sexily against his groin until their crotchhairs 
were almost knotted together. Trish glanced at the 
walk-in wardrobe and shook her head again. Not fucking 
yet! she radioed with her mindwaves. Not fucking yet, 
you whore!!!

She came again, ecstatically, riding his cock. This 
was her second climax of the session, and either of 
them meant more to Tricia than any and all of the wild 
crazy comes she'd had at the Green Parrot the other 
night. But that had been a part and parcel of her 
education. She didn't regret an instant of it.

"Oh, it's so gooood," she moaned, slumping down atop 
Ken. "But don't you remember what you said before you 
left? What you were going to do to me when you got 
home?"

He blushed. "Maybe I was a little carried away," he 
said.

She handed him the K-Y. "Get me ready," she purred.

He rubbed the oil onto her anal opening. Very 
delicately he pushed a glob of it into the puckered pit 
of her shithole. "Are you sure about this?" he asked 
for the hundredth time. "Are you really sure?"

"I'm sure," she replied for the hundredth time. "Now 
will you grease up my goddamn asshole and then fuck the 
living shit outta me?"

***

She was provocatively placed, naked on her tits and 
knees, her fine firm ass sticking up. Her legs were 
spraddled so that her cunt showed open and her puckered 
asshole winked insouciantly at him while he navigated 
behind her. His cock was so hard it hurt, and it shone 
with a coating of Tricia's drool and the K-Y she had 
smeared onto his length.

It was really going to happen! And _she_ was the one 
demanding it now, not him! Ken looked up and thought, 
Thanks, God!

Trish moaned as his prick began to make entry. She 
wasn't exactly a novice at assfucking now, but Ken's 
big cock was still special and it was about to 
penetrate her butt for the very first time.

She held her breath as he poked into her assring. The 
muscles stretched -- not without a little whimper and 
murmur of their own -- and his knob moved inside her, 
millimeter by millimeter.

"I heard that noise again," Ken said. "Maybe we should 
call the exterminators. Jesus, I hope we don't have 
mice or anything ... "

"Shut up and fuck me," Tricia countered.

He was the biggest she'd ever had up her backdoor, and 
he hurt just a little going in, but it was a delicious 
kind of hurt and one that she could get used to, very 
very easily! All it required was a lot of practise, 
and she intended to give him _plenty_ of that!

He got half his tool into her, and her anus seemed to 
lock shut around him. "Ahhhh..." Trish groaned, eager 
to have him but somehow unable to take it. "Bust me 
open," she added in a husky growl. "Oh, Ken, fuck 
meeee!!!"

He drew back and slipped her the meat again, and this 
time he went a little deeper. He looked down in awe at 
the sight of his rod buried inside Tricia's tight 
shitter. The feeling of being inside her was totally 
indescribable. Nothing in Roger's locker room yarns 
had prepared him for the greasy heat that enfolded his 
tool.

He stroked her tense pale buttocks, then slid his hands 
beneath to caress the dripping gash of Tricia's cunt. 
He found her clit swollen and slippery, as big as a 
peanut, and he worked it with his fingers until her 
body seemed to open and the rest of his hard cock 
plunged into her forbidden hiney.

"Oh, God, it's in me!" she whispered, covering his hand 
with her own. "Now fuck me, Ken! Mmmm, yes, fuck 
me!!!"

He began to pound in and out of her. He knew he was 
being a little too rough, but he couldn't help himself. 
The sweetness of her ass was like a drug. His cock was 
so hard it would probably never go soft again, and his 
balls groaned under the load of the cum cargo they were 
producing for this fuck. God, she was hot, for her 
first time up the ass! 

"What the hell _is_ that noise?" he muttered. "It 
sounds like a goddamn _rat_ in the woodwork."

The closet door pushed open. Ken almost lost his 
hard-on when Kate Parker emerged, her face glowing, her 
body bare except for her midwinter tan. "Not exactly a 
rat," she said, coming to the bed and sitting down. 
"Well?" she added, laying her hand on Tricia's 
shoulder, "I thought this lady told you to fuck her!"

Tricia blushed. "Kate helped me get ready for this," 
she explained. "And I thought the least I could do was 
let her watch."

"Jesus, this is embarrassing!" Ken said, his cock still 
buried deep inside Tricia's rectum. "I mean, I knew 
you guys were friends, but this seems a little much ... 
"

"We're not guys," Kate said, taking one of Ken's hands 
and putting it on her nearest tit. "See? Guys don't 
have these ... "

Tricia felt very excited as she watched Ken's hand test 
the shape and firmness of Kate's boob. The nipple 
hardened under his fingers and Kate closed her eyes, 
sighing and purring as Ken pulled the brown tab longer, 
stiffer still.

She and Kate had talked about it, and of course she'd 
agreed that when the time came, sharing was only 
natural and only fair. Hadn't Kate shared Roger with 
Trish? Turnabout and all that shit ...

Kate came closer, and she slinked an arm around Ken's 
waist. Her tits brushed his body and her mouth found 
his. As he kissed Kate, Ken started to fuck and pound 
his cock into his wife's asshole. Trish shrieked but 
she wasn't at all unhappy, not even when Ken went down 
on Kate's titties and made loud sucking noises as he 
fed on the firm tanned mounds. The more he sucked, the 
harder he fucked!

"Are you sure you haven't done this before?" Ken asked, 
starting to get a little suspicious about the ease with 
which his rod slid deep into his wife's shitter.

"Kate helped me," Trish explained. She didn't see the 
need to go any further into the details for now. Later 
she'd tell Ken some of it. Maybe not the part about the 
Green Parrot, of course ...

The three of them tangled into a heap of flesh. Ken's 
rod was shoving in and out of Trish's aroused shithole. 
Kate was down on her side, feeding pussy to Tricia and 
getting her own licks in at Tricia's cunt and asshole. 
She nipped Ken's balls while he fucked Trish, her 
tongue tracing filigrees of lacy arousal up and down 
the thrusting length of his shaft.

The cock bit deep into Tricia. "Oh, you fucker, you're 
gonna make me come!!!" she moaned, the words half 
muffled by the pussy that dominated her face and mouth. 
Kate's tongue expanded on Tricia's clit, and the fires 
of lust exploded within the blonde's double-teamed 
body.

She screamed as orgasm blasted through her. Ken pumped 
cock into her anus till she couldn't stand another 
stroke and she begged him to take the fucker out, to 
let her rest for a moment, please, God, please ...

"In me," Kate said, grabbing the dick as soon as it 
emerged from Tricia's rectum. She was chin-rested on 
Tricia's cunt, and she fed the cock straight into her 
mouth, sucking it like a leech.

Ken fucked her mouth for eight or ten strokes, while 
she drooled and gasped along the length of his meat. 
He looked down at Trish, who was panting as she watched 
her husband get blown by her best friend.

"Fuck her," Tricia commanded. "Let me see you fuck 
her."

Kate's eyes lit up sensuously, and she demouthed Ken's 
prick. She went onto her back, knees lifted, and she 
took him atop her, her hands guiding his tool into her 
waiting wet slice.

"Yesssss!!!" she howled as he bit her with his 
pussy-poker, his long meat fully buried inside her, his 
knob tapping at her womb's mouth.

Trish grabbed her cunt with both hands, massaging it 
lewdly as she watched her husband fucking Kate. It was 
such a hot, horny thrill! Now she knew how Kate must 
have felt, watching Trish get it from Roger. Mmmm, 
there were endless possibilities ahead!

She wondered if Ken would get as excited watching his 
pretty wife doing it with Kate's husband. She wondered 
if Ken would consider doing a double on her with Roger. 
The thought of having both those cocks in her at the 
same time made Trish's pussy slobber and drool, and she 
rubbed the juice onto her hard hot clit.

Ken kept looking at her, as if he still wasn't sure she 
approved. She nodded eagerly, sliding her fingers in 
and out of her aroused cunt. "Yes, fuck her," she said 
throatily. "Fuck her hard and fast and deep! Mmm, 
Ken, why don't you try it in her ass? She likes it 
there as much as I do..."

Thirty seconds later, Kate proved it beyond cavil. She 
lowered herself onto Ken's lap and his prick slid 
without a hitch into the eager lustfulness of her anus. 
She rocked up and down atop him, ass-eating his dick 
stroke after stroke.

Trish was behind her, massaging Kate's titties, 
demanding kiss after kiss from both Kate and Ken. She 
fed a tit to each of them and allowed them to suck her, 
and she even burrowed down into the cockpit to get her 
mouth on Kate's swollen clitoris.

When Kate climaxed, so did Tricia. It was a 
spontaneous reaction, almost kinetic in its energy. 
Kate slid backward, her ass disengaging from Ken's 
cock, and the two women fell upon the stiff aching tool 
with their hands and mouths.

They fed it back and forth, Trish sucking it, then 
Kate, then Trish again. It didn't matter to them that 
this prick had fucked both their assholes, that it was 
slimy with their shit and funky with the juices of 
their hot cunts, too. They weren't lapping anything 
they hadn't already tasted. Their mouths met above the 
tip of the cock, and they kissed in a wet, tonguey, 
showoff style, swapping spit like dykes.

"You sluts," Ken moaned, "you gorgeous sexy sluts!" He 
pushed his prick up into their kiss and they turned 
from each other's lips to the pulsating point of his 
erection. Still, he wasn't sure he wanted to kiss 
either of _them_ any time soon!

When he exploded, they took it full in their faces and 
open mouths. They milked him with their hands, their 
lips, and they sucked the squirted-out cum from each 
other's faces and tongues. And when they had drained 
him, they stretched out beside him on the bed, one on 
either side of Ken, their excited nipples rubbing 
teases onto his body, their wet pussies caressing his 
thighs.

"Well," Trish said, her hand cradling the soft, 
cum-sticky gristle of his cock. "You wanted me to 
loosen up. How do you think I'm doing so far?"

"Is there more than this?" Ken asked in awe, unable to 
believe what his simple request for some ass had led to 
so far.

Trish giggled, and so did Kate. "Yes," said Tricia, "I 
think there is going to be more. A lot more. Now how 
about getting this thing hard and giving me a _real_ 
assfucking, Ken? I've got a few tricks that are gonna 
make your balls cry like a baby ... "

"I can hardly wait!" he told her. That made two of 
them. Counting Kate, three. Tricia undulated her hot 
ass and bent down to take Ken's cock into her mouth for 
some resurrection sucking. Her ass ached to feel the 
majestic thrust of that prick, banging once again into 
her. 

He rose imperiously inside her mouth and she sighed 
around the erected length of his tool. She glanced at 
Kate, her smile enhanced by the bloated cock that 
punctuated it.

Good show, Tricia! Kate signaled with her eyes.

Bet your ass! Trish thought, and then it was time to 
put her own ass on the line once more. No better place 
for it to be! As far as she was concerned, what had 
begun as a shitty situation had turned to gold. And it 
would only get better -- for all of them.

THE END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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