Chapter 7
Tracy had taken a long, long walk along the nearby bay. It had been a clear night, and she had walked slowly, seeing couples sitting on benches under the nearby trees, clutching one another, kissing. Once, she would have envied them. But not now. Not at all. No, she didn't need a boy-friend to kiss her and touch her and get her all heated up, then not do anything more for fear of corrupting her. No, when she finally married her man, whoever he might be, he would have fucked her innumerable times, and the last time would be better than each time before.
She didn't notice the white-haired hulk of Marty Gluck stalking behind her. Not that there was any-thing Marty could have done, even if he'd had enough courage. There were too many people and too many police booths stationed along the bay. But he was curious why she wasn't going home. God! How he would love getting his hands on that trim body of hers.
When she had come over from Jackson & Co., he had called his buddy, Paul Finn, to find out what Paul knew about her. Finn had referred to her as an ungrateful tramp who had walked out on him after he had taught her all he'd known about handling trust accounts. What she needed, according to Finn, was a good gangbanging to straighten her out.
Now, as he watched Tracy turn around and head back the way she had come, Gluck decided Paul Finn definitely had a good idea. Only it would be a two-man gangbang. Finn and himself.
Standing in the shade of a nearby tree, he watched as she strolled right by him, not even noticing him. What was she thinking?
Tracy smiled to herself. This was the time to go back. This was the time to walk into Steffie's apartment and see if Steffie had succeeded with Ed Horner. If she didn't, Tracy could always claim to have forgotten her purse. She had purposely left it behind. But even if Steffie had succeeded, Tracy would have to be careful how she became involved with them. She didn't want Horner feeling shy or embarrassed.
Reaching the building, she rode the elevator up to the fourth floor, unaware Marty Gluck was already heading for the stairs. Confused, Marty had to know what was going on.
Reaching Steffie's apartment, Tracy opened the door and quietly walked into the dark, small foyer. Shutting the door quietly, she began removing her clothes. All she had on was a lacy bra and skimpy panties as she listened to what was happening in the main room around the corner.
There was loud slurping sounds, and it was Steffie's voice she heard gasping and groaning. Odd! It sounded as if Horner was doing a job on Steffie rather than Steffie doing it to Horner. Peering around the corner, she saw Steffie straddling Horner's face as he lay on the open bed. She was smearing pussy hair across his face as if it were a paintbrush, a golden paintbrush covered with the colorless paint of her vaginal ooze. It was brushing across Horner's face again and again, and his lapping tongue stabbed into the seething depths of her burning vagina, trying to dredge out more of the viscous ointment so he could swallow it more readily. His face was smeared with the thick juice, making his nose, cheeks, and chin shine whenever the pink lips of Steffie's dripping cunt slid out of the way for a brief second.
"No," Horner was saying to Steffie. "This isn't good, either."
"But it is, it is," Steffie was trying to assure him, feeling fiery flames course through her blood-stream. This was the first time any man had ever sucked her cunt, and she was enjoying it.
"I want to fuck you," Horner was saying. "I want you to sit on my cock and ride your body all the way down on it. Okay?"
"Anything," Steffie agreed, sliding her body lower, then raising her virgin crotch until her coral gash with the golden beard hovered directly over the thick, upstanding prick.
"Now!" Horner insisted. "Now! Do it quickly."
Steffie reached down, gripped the throbbing pike, then held it firmly in her fist as she guided her steaming twat onto it. This would be the first time anything had penetrated her seething, aching vagina. She would let Horner know he had been the first, later. Now, all she could feel was the thick, bulbous minaret of his cock-dome pressing the walls of her tight cunny farther and farther apart. At first she began sitting slowly, feeling the glans work its thick way into her steaming pussy. First her outer labia parted, then her scalloped inner lips opened up. They seemed to open grudgingly, and Steffie gasped as she felt the wedging head force her tight entryway wider and wider, slowly but surely slipping up into her squeezing grotto.
"Uunngghh!" she gasped. "Ohhhh Goddd! It's so thick. I'll never be able to take all of it. Never!"
"You will, you will," Horner urged. "Keep sliding down. Don't stop, not for anything."
Steffie felt sweat break out all over her in huge drops, and the drops began. running down her face, throat and body. God! She'd had no idea it could still hurt even if she was without a hymen. Oh God!
Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself a bit lower, feeling the thick dork press past her inner labia, sinking into the seething, squirming depths of her tight tunnel. Floods of heavy oil came rushing down to bathe the pressing penis, lubricating her inner walls, making it easier for the massive monster to slide ever deeper into her. Her knees dug into the bed until the covers felt as if they were burning her kneecaps.
"God!" she gasped. "I can't do it. I can't do it!"
Horner grasped her shoulders and pressed down on them, pushing hard, hard, hard, and she felt her tight inner cathedral slowly open and surrender to the probing cock. Down, down, down, her trembling, slender, lush body moved very slowly, shivering, quivering and quaking all the way.
To Horner, the very tightness of her wet, sucking morass was a miracle in itself. He'd never thought to feel anything this exquisite again. Not that his wife wasn't wonderful. But her channel had adapted to his width and didn't cling to it quite as powerfully. He could hear the squeaky tightness of her slurping vagina as her body slid lower and lower and lower.
And then, all of a sudden, she felt the gold matting on her pelvis mingle with the gray curls of his pubis. She was all the way down. His cockhead was pressing into her cervix. The thickness filled her interior to what felt like overflowing, making her narrow, tight walls stretch and bulge to accommodate its great breadth. Steffie simply sat there for a moment, feeling impaled up to her eyeballs. God! It skewered through her heart, her lungs, her vital organs. She was trembling, and Ed Horner was running his hands over the sensitive tips of her breasts, whispering soft words of comfort to her, reassuring her everything was all right.
Little by little the feeling of fullness turned into one of clogged contentment. Tingles touched every little space along her inner vaginal grooves, and she shuddered with exciting inner electricity. Soon she found it impossible to simply sit there. She had to move, to create friction within her, to enhance the already burning fires, building them to great pyres, enlarging them so they would eventually bring her to the kind of satisfaction she had seen Paul Finn enjoy the day he had shot his sticky sperm down her throat. He had gone into maddening convulsions at the time, and Steffie had envied hint, being able to feel anything so intensely. Now, with this thick prick stuck all the way up into her pussy, she wanted to feel the same kind of intense sensations.
Slowly, very slowly, she began to rise, feeling the knobby head of his swollen dork slide from her cervix back into her sopping vaginal orifice, and then move slowly back until she felt the rim of the corona catch behind her shell-shaped pussy lips. Then, just as slowly, she reversed herself, and little by little sat back down, feeling the massive truncheon of muscle reenter her feminine chamber, filling her drenched inner vagina with its thick meat. When her asscheeks touched his groin, she immediately reversed direction. Up, then down, up, then down, again and again and again and again. Now she was aware of only one thing: the hard, ramming, wonderful cock fitting into her seething depths.
Tracy stood there, awed, watching the wild way Steffie rode on top of Horner's throbbing cock, fucking him with a maddening, intensifying fury, riding faster with each pumping motion. The blonde was riding up and down, moving faster and faster, slapping her asscheeks against his thighs with louder and louder noises. Horner was right there with her, matching her hump for hump, allowing his tremendously broad shaft to lunge farther and farther up into the young blonde's sucking pussy, the lust-hardened staff continually stretching the girl's soft, pliable vaginal folds, ramming into her hair-lined twat with a fervor born of the knowledge that this was the first time he had cheated on his wife since getting married. His anxious eyes never left the blond girl's licentiously twisted face. He was fascinated by the way her short, fluffy strawberry-blond hair tossed wildly about her head in all directions at once. The hair flounced up and down with each frenzied, twisting gyration she performed. She continued slapping the tender, beaten surface of her round nether cheeks against the hairy thighs beneath as he arched his own fulcrum up to meet hers, thrilling to her passion-fomented attack. The room was echoing and reechoing with the sounds of their insane lovemaking, and Horner found he was reaching the innermost center of the girl's suctioning cunt, plowing deeper and deeper, widening her cervix as if expecting to fit the full length of his throbbing penis in there, next. The suction inside was unbelievable, drawing him higher and higher, deeper and deeper.
Horner was almost insane with lustful pleasure, feeling the satin-smooth scabbard of her grasping vagina swallowing his bloated instrument again and again as he spiked it far up into her coral tenderness with all the strength in his body. His hands, which had been cupped over her firm breasts, now reached down to grab her waist, thrilling to the narrowness of it. His wife's hadn't been this narrow in more than ten years. Almost out of his spinning mind with passionate rapture, thrilling at the idea of fucking into someone only months older than his oldest daughter, and feeling her respond so anxiously and lovingly, he hoped it would all never end. Respond? She was doing more than merely responding. She was taking the initiative. She was wonderful. His teeth were tightly clenched as he allowed the wonder of all that was happening sift through his nervous system. His balls were still tightly pressed into his groin, and his stiff, aching cock was dying to release the heavy fluid. He hadn't been able to come in her mouth, for some unknown psychological reason he would never learn, and so far, even though he'd felt like coming at least half a dozen times inside her tight pussy, he hadn't been able to do that, either. God! It wasn't as if he were impotent, or anything like that. If that were the case, he'd never have been able to raise a hard-on in the first place. He felt no guilt about cheating on his wife. He'd been aching to do that for years; not because he didn't love her, but because he knew he was getting older and one day the urge inside him would stop, and before it did, he felt as if he was entitled to at least one fling with someone beautiful and young. Thank God Steffie had come along.
"Unnnhhh . . . " she gasped, "Oh God . . . God . . . God . . . s-o-o-o-o goooood . . . fuckiiinnnggg . . . s-o-o-o-o-o gooooood . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . keep on fuckingggg.. . . "
Horner clutched her waist more tightly when she slammed down, and with his thick roll of meat buried to the hilt in her steaming vagina, he did a hundred-and-eight-degree roll to his right. Suddenly, with his throbbing cock still fully buried in the blond girl, he found he was the one on top, and she was on the bottom. Two squashed pillows were under her, and he plowed hard into her, squashing them even more. Her long, slender, shapely legs wound around his body, and he noticed that even with rolling over, and with his taking over the stroking duties, they hadn't missed a single plunge. Her hungering, burning vagina welcomed his thrusting cock even more now. He pounded violently into her, feeling her warm, furry vaginal lips suck him even deeper, his strongly pistoning penis slamming into her widely gaping vagina and nailing her tender ass to the mattress at the same time, banging into her with such force that the mattress began to squeak its protest.
"Good God!" Tracy gasped out loud, walking into the room, completely envious of what was happening.
Although what she said was heard by both Horner and Steffie, each was so lost in the attempt at reaching satisfaction, neither cared, turbulently pounding into one another, trying to peak. Horner was dying to come. The pain in his balls was becoming overpoweringly intense. If he didn't shoot soon, his balls would simply burst.
Steffie's naked, upturned cunt lusted to taste the seething sperm Horner's balls refused to surrender. But she felt the wild sensations building in her own body, and she suddenly realized she was about to experience her first really good orgasm. She was going to come, come, come.. . .
"AYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH!" she bellowed, and the climax was a mind-shattering delight of wonderful sensations, spilling through the nerve-endings of her tender young body. The thrusting spoke of cock seemed to lift her higher and higher with each pummeling thrust until all she could see was a series of never-ending, spinning colored lights.
Tracy was coming closer to them, almost angry that Steffie had gone this far without waiting for her. Clad only in her frilly bra and panties, she flung herself at the pair of them, one arm draping itself over Horner's broad back, and the other arm sliding under Steffie's shoulders in an attempt to become one with them.
Horner, who had been all but lying on Steffie, sat up, his cock still plugged into her writhing body. Heavy sweat covered his face, and he was gasping, even if he had not been satisfied. He stared at Tracy, not able to understand what she was doing there. Even more confusing was her being there in bra and panties. But at this point he didn't much care. His rocks needed relief.
Horner reached out, grabbing her, his arm moving with the speed of a coiled python. His fingers were gripping her bare arm, tugging her flesh so hard she cried out as he brought her down on the bed.
"What!! ! " Steffie gasped, still in the throes of her orgasm as Tracy's body fell across hers.
"I don't know what you're doing back here," Horner gasped, "or why you're almost as naked as we are, but since you've come back and you've seen what we're doing, you might just as well become part of it."
"Yes," Tracy gasped, lying across Steffie's body, looking up at him, "make me part of it."
The brunette was visibly shaken as he leaned down and kissed her ripe mouth while his hands slid beneath her and continued to rub Steffie's round tits. His throbbing cock continued thrusting in and out of her squeezing pussy. His motion made Steffie, even with Tracy's weight, buck again and again, and Tracy was surprised to see Steffie was still aroused. After an orgasm of the magnitude she had recently attained, she should normally be tired and wanting to relax. The squirming movements of the blond beneath her made Tracy realize she was jealous of Steffie. Letting her kiss with Horner finish, Tracy slid off the blond girl and watched as Horner began kissing her. It was a tender exchange between middle-aged man and nineteen-year-old girl. True, the idea to seduce Horner had been Steffie's, but why had she bothered having Tracy over if she'd wanted Horner for herself? This whole thing had degenerated into something crazy. What the hell was going to happen now?
Tracy lay there silently, unmoving, wondering if they'd completely forget about her if she didn't thrash about. If they did, she would slip away, get dressed, and leave as quietly as possible. She had no reason to condemn Steffie and Ed Horner. What was happening between them was really a normal, natural, healthy thing. She had no right to be envious. From what Steffie had told her earlier, this was her first fucking experience, whereas she, Tracy, had been fucked, and sucked, and had even had what amounted to a lesbian tryst. Maybe it would be better if' she left the two of them alone.
But Ed Horner hadn't forgotten Tracy, not by a long shot. He had been kissing Steffie with heavy pressure, still keeping his thrusting cock buried to the hilt in her clutching vagina. But now he removed his mouth from Steffie's and pulled Tracy back to him, kissing her with as much energy. Tracy wanted to protest, but she felt a funny kind of static passing between her mouth and that of Ed Horner. She didn't know why, but she felt fantastically aroused . . . even more so than she had when she'd first walked in. Her entire body began responding as she kissed back with a wicked violence and his tongue stabbed relentlessly at hers. She felt his hands roaming over her body, pressing her small, firm breasts under her bra, and she writhed even more, enjoying the touch of him. He might have been in his fifties, but he made love like a boy in his teens. The gentle swirling of his tongue in her mouth got her more and more aroused, and her lips opened wider so she could suck in more of the oral digit.
Steffie, still wriggling on the bed in the throes of her own orgasm, suddenly felt -a great emptiness, and realized Horner had tugged his mighty spear from inside her yearning feminine cavern. Turning, she saw him pressing his body against Tracy, and realized he was hoping he might be able to come off inside the brunette.
Tracy could feel him pressing against her, squeezing out all desire on her part to leave the two alone. She hurt where his arm was still gripping her, and her lips were raw from the way he was kissing her. Her crushed young breasts were pressured almost to the point of pain. She was positive he would start breaking her bones at any moment. Beside her, on the bed, she could hear the heavy gasping breath of her blond friend, and when she peered from the corner of her eye, she could see Steffie's tender breasts mashed against Horner's hands.
Then she felt the marble-hard pulsating of his enormous prick, pushing against her, trying to rub between her thighs. She could feel the moisture from its elastic point seeping through the thin material of her panties. Her blood boiled all the more as her brain began to dizzyingly spin.
He's going to fuck me, she thought, becoming more and more excited. He still has his erection and he's going to fuck me right here, lying next to Steffie. Oh God!! ! Yes, yes, yes, I want his cock inside me. I can take it, and I can enjoy it!
Everything seemed so wonderfully confusing. She knew it was about to happen, and the fact that his cock had been buried in Steffie mere seconds before made her want it all the more.
Suddenly, she felt his fingers curl into the tight elastic of her panty waistband, and he was pulling, tugging, tearing, wrenching the flimsy cloth from her white, tender body. All that was visible was the curling black mound as she clamped her thighs together, but he forced her loins apart and began rubbing the bulbous point of his shuddering cock against the ebony-black curls. Her pink, heated cunt lips parted and more seeping fluid came out, moistening the way for his throbbing prick as it rubbed up and down between her peach-like labial slices, massaging her tender clitoris.
And at the front door, Marty Gluck, who had silently entered the apartment, peered around the corner and saw what was going on. His throbbing cock was unable to take the pressure, and suddenly he started shooting in his pants. Hot gushes of white goo splattered all over the inside of his underwear, staining his pants, running down his thighs.
God! He had to get out of there. But from what he'd seen, both girls were ripe for a lot of fucking. With Paul Finn, he would be able to ball the pair of them again and again. And he was certain Finn would be more than happy to get even by pronging the pair of them for leaving Jackson & Co.
With his hands clutching his sopping groin, Gluck turned and silently stole out of the apartment. Now that he knew where Steffie lived, he and Paul would return one day soon, when both girls were there, and they'd fuck the ass off the two of them.
"Unnnngggghhhh!" Tracy gasped, no longer thinking about anything other than getting a good, solid fuck.
Wild pleasure was rippling through her sensitive, youthful body, held helplessly captive by the rubbing of his prick against her throbbing clitoris. It was all so erotically wonderful, so delightful. The hard, by now familiar, pressure of a cockhead against her oversized clitoris reminded her she had come here to be fucked by this man, and she wanted him. She wanted him all the more knowing his hard cock had been soaking in the morass of another woman's vagina. Her nipples ached to be rubbed by his palms as she longed to be free of the restraining bra. His tongue swathing through her tender mouth was driving her wildly insane, and she didn't care whether or not Steffie was watching. She sensed that a month earlier she would have cared one helluva lot. But she had grown up considerably in this past month. Right now, all that really mattered was the urge to be fucked in front of Steffie. She could feel the hotly pulsing penis throbbing against the tender pink folds of her outer pussy lips. Her sensitive feminine flesh rippled a bit under the pressure of his continually advancing prick, and little by little the tiny orifice began to widen and accept the blood-swollen glans moving between the silken softness.
"Ayyaannngghh!" she gasped, turning her head to the side as Horner's sure hand guided his burning, pulsating prong in among her dark, curly hairs, pushing downward and into the hole between her softly spreading vaginal labia. He was breathing somewhat unevenly himself, and Tracy feared he might be about to suffer a coronary, but all the time he kept on thrusting, pushing the long, thick, heavyweight cock into her steaming depths. Deeper, deeper, deeper, the sliding cock moved, and Horner suddenly realized he was almost all the way into her.
Balanced above the lovely brunette, Ed Horner suddenly understood what he was doing. Two women. Two lush, lovely females, neither quite out of her teens, had both wrapped their cunts around his throbbing penis. And he was actually fucking them both. Right now his swollen dork was ramming itself into the tender depths of Tracy's squeezing cunt, which, though it had been fucked before, still felt' tighter than Steffie's formerly virginal interior. The soft midnight fleece of the curling hairs on her vagina seemed to part all the more as her pink interior reluctantly opened-to let him in. Little by little the tight, grasping cunt was eating up his entire cock. Yes, the entire thick length of his powerful, steaming cock was moving into her. He was sunk to the balls in the boiling volcano of her simmering snatch.
Beside him, Steffie, a beautiful, stunning blonde, lay writhing from the powerful climax he had induced. Yes, these were girls in their late teens, but they were grown women. And Steffie was already trying to push fingers into her steaming slot, aching for more satisfaction. Well then, since they had been so good to him, it was up to Horner to make sure the girls got what they wanted. Even as he stuffed the last little bit of his sausage into the slimy cauldron of Tracy's frothing snatch, he reached over and buried the middle finger of his right hand all the way into Steffie's sucking swamp. His finger thrust in and out, moving wildly into the pink furrow surrounded by golden tendrils, feeling the wet hairs tickling the palm of his hand as he tantalized the inner pinkness and sucking interior crevices of her bare, nakedly offered vagina.
Horner felt overly proud of himself, realizing he had managed to bring about such a degree of lust in these two exciting females, both were willing to share him in order to be made love to by him. He plunged his huge, swollen dork in and out of Tracy's tight vaginal interior, feeling how her cuntal walls sucked loudly on his throbbing, thrusting cock. Her smooth, wide, straining thighs were opening all the more, sucking voraciously at his broad phallus, getting wetter and more slippery with each passing moment, while his middle finger sank into the now passively moaning body of the rapturously lovely blonde.
"Annhh . . . annhh . . . annhh . . . " Steffie gasped beside him as his finger continued wildly fucking into the heated depths of her burning nest, creating loud, slurping noises each time he pushed it either in or out. At the same time, he matched the thrust of his finger by stabbing his thick cock into the seething depths of the soft, spongy, clutching cunt of the beautifully dark-haired Tracy. The thrusting increased the erotic torment in Tracy, and she wanted more, humping her eager, youthful body up to receive what he had for her. Each time he sank his massive salami all the way into her she rotated her loins licentiously up to his hard thrusts, fucking back with a wild, savage passion.
"Oh God!" Horner gasped, "I never dreamed I would be enjoying myself like this. This whole scene is out of this world!"
The two females were completely oblivious to his outcries. They lay on the sofa-bed, feverishly writhing, each in a different world of mindless thrills.
With Tracy next to her on the bed, Steffie suddenly felt more relaxed. Even so, her dripping snatch continued wildly responding to the thrusts of Horner's middle finger as it moved in and out of her with rapid thrusts. When he added his forefinger to the middle finger, she humped her body higher and higher, receiving his probing thrusts and rotating wildly on the two fingers. Her desire-filled pussy worked madly against the plunging fingers, and then became even more aroused when he added a third finger. It was unbelievably wonderful for her to feel the pressure of such excruciating delight. It was so good it almost hurt. The unrelenting thrust of his powerful fingers in her sucking swamp of pussy made her hot all over again, totally wiping out the feelings of the previous orgasm. All she knew now was that she wanted more and more and more.
Hearing Tracy sigh on the bed beside her, she felt a stronger bond than ever with the young brunette, and her hand reached out to where Tracy's hand clung to Horner's back. She grasped the hand, holding it tightly in her own, feeling the way her blistering vagina was overheating. She was going to come again because of the mad, insane actions of Horner's fingers. Horner's hand moved in and out with greater rapidity now, the juices of her clinging vagina making the friction that much less. The fingers moved faster and faster and faster, building a tiny trickle deep in her shuddering vagina,, and making the tickle enlarge with unbelievable rapidity until everything in her body seemed to wildly erupt, like lava from a volcano. The lava within her came spewing out so wildly, she thought it would back up into her throat and keep her from shouting. The thrilling sensations were there, immediate and real, burning inside her naked bosom as it sharply heaved up and down while her aching back came rising off the bed. Her hand squeezed that of Tracy all the more tightly as the dark-haired woman responded by squeezing back and moving her own body up and down in response to the heavy cock being thrust in and out of her.
"AYYYYAAAGGGHHHAAAGGGHHHH!" Steffie screamed, reaching her second peak of the night, almost strangling on her own climatic outcry as the wracking climax tore through her body and the wet, frigging fingers in her pussy moved more insanely, enhancing everything for her. The fingers seemed to bite into the hot orifice of her blond twat.
Tracy's fingers tightened around those of Steffie, and Ed Horner's thrusting cock seemed to swell even more, becoming impossibly thick inside the young brunette's seething nookie. The delightful softness of her nude, wriggling torso under Horner's plunging body, added to the obvious peak in Steffie's sucking pussy, made him swell with lust, and he thought his entire licentiously driven body and not just his painful balls, would explode if he somehow or other didn't come soon. He worked his hard, thrusting cock all the way into her steaming pussy, feeling how she was straining to stretch her thighs that much more widely, making hgr skewered vagina a place designated solely for the burial of his cock, and nothing else. His hands manipulated wildly, one of them now withdrawn from Steffie's seething cunt, soaked with her juices. He got Tracy's nipple all wet with Steffie's lubricant, and still continued rubbing the girl's thick, pink nipples, making them swell and almost glow. He leaned over and sucked the left nipple, tasting Steffie's secretions against the thickness of her tender flesh, wanting to bite into the succulent pink fruit they seemed to resemble.
Christ! he thought. This had to be the ultimate. Two females, one blonde, one brunette. Both were clamoring for more and more of him, and now, even though his balls hurt like hell, he was overjoyed at not having come.
Tracy's heels were kicking wildly against his asscheeks as she flexed her long legs back against her sensually delighted body thereby offering more of her thrusting, pliant vagina to his madly plunging poker. She was going to come. God! This was the fastest orgasm she'd ever had with a real cock. Ohhhhh, Goddddd! She could feel her body heaving up and down and moving around violently as the pile-driving prick rammed into her again and again, while his mouth continued to suck and slurp her nipples, chewing on the oversensitive flesh.
"EEEYYYAAAIIIAAAGGGHHHHH!" she squealed, gasping and humping wildly in the throes of maddening torment. Her body wildly bounced up and down, up and down, up and down.
"Me!" Steffie yelled. "Now it's my turn. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Ripping his solid member from Tracy's straining pussy, he sank it back into Steffie and proceeded to pump and pump and pump until the muscles in his thighs began weakening. Then the girls flipped him over on his back, and while Steffie once again mounted his throbbing cock, Tracy sat on his face as she had seen Steffie do earlier, giving Homer a chance to taste her succulence and compare it to that of the blonde he was now fucking, or who was fucking him.
Horner felt the black-haired pinkness descend on his face, and his mouth automatically opened so he could drink the nectar dripping from her steaming snatch. His tongue licked into the depths of her sodden honey-pot and a puddle of fluid came oozing out all over his face, drenching him. He wondered if he would drown. If so, he could think of no more pleasant way to die.
One thought continued recurring to him. This was only Monday. What did the other days hold in store for him? This was all so unbelievable. If he told it to anyone, they'd laugh it off as a fantasy on his part. Poor fools. If they only knew.
Now he could feel his semen starting to spin and churn. This time there were no two ways about it. He was going to come. His body straightened out and stiffened, and his tongue lanced all the way up into Tracy's' foaming pussy. She was sitting on his face facing Steffie; watching the way his body hardened, she told Steffie, "He's going to shoot."
At the last second, Steffie jumped up, then came down, enveloping his full length of throbbing cock with her mouth.
"YYYEEEAAAIRRGGGHHHHH!" Horner screamed as he fired the first heavy load, blasting it into the girl's sucking throat. He fired again and again, filling Steffie's mouth to overflowing with his cream. And then he blacked out.