Chapter 10
The party was all the way in high gear when Yvette Yeager arrived at the Crocker house, her bald cunt hot and ready for action with one Tiger Willow. A naked and slightly mussed Jill met her at the front door and nudged a drink into her hand.
"Just what I need," Yvette laughed as an equally naked Stu Morgan walked up to join them, his long, fat, hard prick preceding him. "I'm already half-snockered from the drinks I had at home. Sort of priming the pump to get in the mood. Where the fuck is this Tiger cat Maria bragged about so much this afternoon? I'm hot to make his acquaintance."
"His acquaintance isn't the only thing you're hot to make," Jill giggled as she trapped Stu Morgan's rigid prick in her right hand, to use as a lead rope when they moved away from Yvette. "He's around somewhere. Try by the swimming pool."
Yvette turned to step out into the night and Stu said, "The quickest way to reach the pool is through the kitchen."
"Right."
Yvette downed most of her drink and wobbled off in search of Tiger Willow. She expected to find the kitchen deserted, but when she reached the doorless doorway, she came upon her husband putting his cock to Maria Crocker's asshole.
Yvette stood unobserved in the doorway and watched them have at it. The crotch of her panties threatened to strangle her bald cunt as she looked and listened. Maria was puffing and grinding and as Yvette watched Clint's big dick saw in and out of the asshole it was reaming, she could understand why Maria grunted like a kicked pig each time he buried his cock deep in her bowels-her husband was hung like a prize stallion.
Getting fucked in the ass by Clint usually produced more than grunts. Almost always after taking his prick in her asshole, she would barely make it to the can where shit and cum would pour out of her like crazy. Clint called this his enema special. Now, thinking about this, Yvette smiled and wondered if Clint would make Maria shit after he finished the long fuck he was throwing into her tight little asshole.
Maria and Clint were going at it standing up, an awkward position that didn't seem to bother them in the least. Both were naked. Maria was draped over the long kitchen table, both feet on the floor, her big tits flattened against the table top. Clint was gripping her shaking hips as he pounded the prick to her asshole. His cock backed out, then shot in again, and with each inward thrust Maria grunted and worked her hips faster and faster, until Clint locked his dick deep in her asshole and filled it with his usual thick and generous load of jizz.
"Damn, damn, damn," Yvette heard Maria chant, "your cock-juice is hot as hell!"
"You like it," Clint croaked as he withdrew his already softening prick from Maria's asshole. "You know you like it, you tight-assed bitch."
"Ah, you're so right, lover," Maria laughed. "I love the feel of a man's cum squirting into my shit-chute and burning the hell out of my guts. I always did, I always will."
Yvette stood still unobserved and watched Clint's cock-fluid trickle out of Maria's asshole and stain her inner thighs, and sight of her husband's prick-juice increased the heat she was feeling in her own hungry cunt.
She waited until she heard them declare a time-out before she cleared her throat and said, "You hold up a lot better under Clint's cock than I do when he shoves it up my ass, Maria. When he fucks me there, I usually wind up shitting like crazy."
"Clint came pretty fucking close to making me do that this time," Maria said on the heel of a giggle, then sobered abruptly. "I'm glad you finally made it, Yvette. Tiger has been waiting to meet his new playmate so long he's probably down with a bad case of rock-nuts."
"I know the feeling," Yvette hissed as she stepped over to the burdened table and mix herself a fresh drink. "Is he still in the swimming room?"
Maria looked towards the enclosed pool and shook her head. "All the heat Clint and I generate here in the kitchen must have driven him another part of the house. You might try the porch. Tiger likes to loaf on it when he's alone."
Yvette staggered a little as she retraced her steps through the huge living room and stepped out or the long and railed front porch, where she found Stu Morgan instead of Tiger Willow. She thou; he was alone and stepped towards him. A second later she froze in her tracks and took another lo A smile curved her lips. Stu was not alone. Crocker was kneeling before him, her lips make lewd smacking sounds as she went through expert motions of eating Stu's magnificent cc The gobbling redhead didn't see Yvette, but did, and a sly exaggerated wink told her that he didn't mind her watching while Jill went down on him.
Yvette downed the rest of her drink and ec closer, utterly fascinated by the enormity of Morgan's prick, and the goodly amount of it somehow managed to take and hold in her n mouth while she worked to suck and gnaw a of cum out of it.
Yvette watched Stu push hard against the back of Jill's head, then heard him rasp, "Suck it baby, suck away. Now you're getting with it, I am almost there. It won't be long now. A few more sucks and I'll give you a taste of my jizz."
Jill sucked. Loudly. Greedily. Until Stu Morgan creamed his cock.
The wet webbing of Yvette's bikini panties became glued to her bald cunt as she stood in the half-shadows and watched Stu twitch and fire a load of cum into Jill's prick-filled mouth. She didn't see Jill spit out anything after Stu's cock finished gushing and left her mouth, and Yvette concluded that the long-legged redhead had gulped every drop Stu had fired into her.
Stu patted Jill on the top of her head, and Yvette heard him say, "You're getting better and better at sucking a cock, baby."
Jill scrambled to her feet and licked a stray droplet of jizz from the corner of her mouth before she said breathlessly, "A cock-sucker is only as good as the tool she has to work with, darling. Yours is top drawer. You're as virile as a brush rabbit, and that's no shit-you really are potent." She smacked her lips. "When you pop, you really load my mouth with jizz. And I do mean load. I enjoyed every ounce of it, but I'm still hungry for more prick. Should I hang around this limp beauty of yours until it rises to the occasion once more, or should I go on the prowl for Tiger's tool?"
Stu's teeth flashed whitely in the moonlight. "What do you suppose Yvette Yeager would think about your muscling in on her like that?"
"Why the fuck don't I ask her?" Jill replied as she turned towards the patch of darkness where Yvette was standing and called softly, "How would you feel if I went to the hunt and bagged your Tiger?"
Yvette stepped out of the half-shadows with a loud laugh and closed the narrow gap that lay between them in three strides. She took a deep breath that shook her sharply pointed tits and said almost disgustedly, "What's to feel? I'm beginning to think there is no Tiger in this jungle."
"There is now," Stu said as Tiger Willow emerged from inside the house and trotted up to join them, naked except for the pair of Jockey shorts that were stretched out of proportion by his massive hard-on. "Yvette, meet the elusive Tiger. And now that you two have been introduced, you're on your own. Let's move out of here before the cock and cunt cum starts flying, Jill."
They left.
Yvette admired Tiger's covered prick for a moment, then lifted her eyes to the almost girlishly beautiful young man's face and said, "You look strangely familiar to me, Tiger, and I'm not talking about your big stiff cock. Haven't we met before?"
Tiger grinned. "You look a bit familiar to me, too, but I know damn well I never laid eyes on you till now." He nodded at her empty glass. "Can I get you another drink?"
Yvette made a sour face. "Hot as I am, the only liquid refreshment I want will have to come out of your cock, Tiger."
"Talk is one thing, action another, baby," Tiger said as he let his eyes go down to the tilt of her well-developed tits and to the hips that filled out her tight skirt. "You'd better do more than look before you leap. Why don't you touch my prick and measure it with your fingers before you come on any stronger?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Yvette said as she pushed his shorts down and gripped his cock with both hands. She pumped it a few times and felt her hand turn slippery. A giggle ripped out of her throat. "Juicy bastard, isn't it?"
Tiger shuddered and bared his teeth in a wolfish grin. "Keep playing with me like that and you'll really make my dick spit cum, baby."
Yvette's slender fingers tightened around his dripping cock as she said, "As long as it spits in me, not on me." She paused for breath, then hugged his prick with greater tenacity and hissed, "Do it, Tiger. Feed me your cock. I don't give a shit which hole you stick first-just give me your dick."
Tiger hesitated, then pushed her hands away from his cock and skinned out of his shorts. He lifted his big hands to her rioting tits and manipulated them with his strong fingers. Silence closed in on them. Tiger massaged her boobs slowly, tenderly, and afterwards he opened the front of her blouse. Yvette's glance dropped to watch her braless jugs dance into naked view. Tiger palmed them for the second time and his hands sent a hot bolt of electricity shooting between her legs.
Yvette gasped, then told Tiger how wonderful it felt to have him toy with her tits, that it made her feel creamy all over, and as she talked she again fisted and proceeded to play with his proud prick.
Tiger brought his hands to a standstill on her tingling tits and rasped, "I like these big knockers of yours, Yvette."
"Don't like them, love them." Tiger laughed and helped Yvette out of her blouse. Then he loosened the zipper on her skirt and forced it downward until it dropped to floot into a puddle of cloth around her trim ankles.
Yvette stood trembling with passion and waited for Tiger to lower and remove her bikini panties The thought of having met this young man before no longer bugged her, for the stiff and pulsating cock filling both hands now made her oblivious t everything except her own immediate yearning t have it buried deep in her cunt.
Blood bubbled in Yvette's veins as she watched Tiger's slightly quaking fingers slide into the elastic waistband of her panties and take them down over her jerking hips. Her pussy having been shaved by her brother Ben over a week ago, was scarcely beyond the peach-fuzz stage, but it elicited no comment from Tiger Willow.
He followed Yvette's panties down to her ankle and it was with great reluctance that she permits his prick to escape from the prison of her hand. She lifted one foot, then the other, and momentarily the panties were draped over the porch railing.
Tiger remained on his knees before her, his eyes glued to her almost bald cunt. Yvette seemed to sense the mood that rode him and said in a thick voice "Go ahead, Tiger, eat my pussy."
Tiger laughed and tickled her pouting naval with the tip of his tongue before he said, "Know something, Yvette? I think I will exercise my tongue inside your cunt before I fuck you."
"Do it."
Tiger didn't hesitate, but he did it his own way. He pressed his warm mouth to her imperceptibly rounded stomach and tongued her navel once more. Yvette's tummy muscles contracted as he licked her belly button. Her hands moved to clutch the back of his head. She pulled his face hard against her stomach, then forced it lower. Her down like cunt-hair caressed the right side of his suddenly hot face. She felt him tremble and wondered if the sweet smell of her pussy was making his blood jump the way hers was jumping, but she didn't ask.
Tiger turned his head to face Yvette's cunt, and a moment later his lips found her jutting clitoris and trapped it between them.
Yvette made a small whimpering sound the instant he rocked her blushing pink boy-in-the-boat. He raked it with his teeth and she whimpered again, louder this time. Yvette's mind whirled, her hands moved. Her long red fingernails clawed at Tiger's back. She was like an alley cat in heat, breath hissing from her throat, her scarlet nails continuing their clawing as she bucked forward and mashed the drooling lips of her cunt hard against Tiger's open and working mouth.
"Now, Tiger, now!" Yvette panted as she held his mouth to her boiling pussy. "Ram that long sweet tongue of yours inside my cunt and make me come! Yes, yes, like that! Eat, Tiger! Eat my cunt!"
Tiger Willow didn't speak. He couldn't. Tiger had a mouthful of melting pussy to keep him silent. Juicy pussy. Delicious pussy. He ate, and kept eating .. .
Yvette clawed and felt herself racing at breakneck speed toward an explosive climax that would soon flood Tiger's mouth.
"That's my sweet-tongued darling," Yvette purred as her slender hips jerked faster and faster. "Do your stuff. Tongue me, bite me, suck me! I'm almost there! No, I am there! Oooh, I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Tiger trapped the snapping lips of Yvette's pussy with his mouth and locked his tongue deep within it. A moment later she erupted and rewarded him with her fluid. She flooded his mouth with her cum and Tiger held it to savor the taste of honey until the threat of overflow forced him to gulp, gulp, gulp . . .
Yvette rocked through a series of violent spasms, then came to a sudden standstill, but Tiger didn't stop licking and sucking and munching on her cunt. He put the tongue to her and licked and slurped and gnawed until the last hint of moisture vanished from the portals of her pussy. Then he ran his mouth over the inner flesh of her marble thighs and dried them, too. He shifted abruptly, then moved behind her and parted the twin loaves of her buns with his hands.
Yvette moaned in delight when Tiger bolted his tongue up her asshole, then shuddered her way through a second mind-bending come. Legs turned to rubber and she felt herself falling, but Tiger caught her in time and momentarily she found herself stretched out beside him.
Tiger's eyes probed the depths of hers as he asked anxiously, "Did I hurt you when I pushed my tongue up your asshole, Yvette?"
Yvette smiled loosely. "No, Tiger, you didn't hurt me. All you did was give me a second beautiful come."
"I'm glad, baby."
"So am I. And now I want to do something to make you rip up the porch floor with your toenails, Tiger. I want to take your big cock in my mouth and suck you off."
Tiger straddled her stomach and said thickly, "You can suck me off later, baby. I want to do something else first."
"A fuck?"
"Yeah, baby, a fuck. But not in the cunt."
Yvette looked at him curiously. "The only place left to stick your prick is up my asshole."
Tiger licked his lips. "Wrong, I don't want to fuck you in the ass. I want to fuck you between those sweet tits of yours . .."