Chapter 1
"Oh, Jezus, Rita, you've got your mouth full of my hot throbbing prick and I think I'm about to lose my mind!"
Rita laughed. Long, black hair swished around her shoulders as her face bobbed up and down on his prick. The whole kitchen was filled with the sounds of loud slurps as she face-fucked Ed's prick. The small halter that she had worn when she had called him over with the excuse of a leaky faucet was around her waist.
Her huge tits, firm and succulent brown melons, danced on her chest with the nipples swollen and almost black.
"Oh yeah, baby!" Ed Hopkins groaned, his knees weak from the pleasure. "Suck on it! Wash down my fucking cock!"
Rita was on her knees in the center of the kitchen floor. The tile was hard but she barely noticed, used as she was to sucking hot cum out of the cock of Frank-her husband-while he ate his breakfast eggs. Sometimes he even fucked her right there on the table.
But first things first-right now her problem was to convince Ed that he just couldn't miss tomorrow night's neighborhood party. For without Ed, there would be no Celeste, that delicious young bitch with the marvelous body. And Celeste was to be this weekend's prize-the slave who would serve them all.
Rita's mouth was formed in a circle, wrapped around jerking, stiff prick. The underside of the cock-head scraped back and forth along her velvety tongue. Already drops of pre-cum had spilled from his pisshole, washing back through the saliva she was bathing his prickshaft with, and bringing a sweet taste to her tongue. Her lips clenched tighter and she drew in her cheeks to add pressure all along the side of the cock-shaft. Her left hand crawled over her crumpled pile of his clothing on the floor around his ankles then up the inside of his right thigh. Heavy balls in their loose fleshy sac bounced against the inside of his legs. Her fingers took them, separating one of the sensitive marbles from the other. Then she slowly squeezed it and rolled it in her hand.
Ed lifted up on his toes and his prick seemed to grow another inch on her tongue. It was already eight inches and thick, certainly enough to fill up her mouth.
She caught both of his balls in one hand and slowly pulled back her lips. When only the cockhead was inside her mouth, she caught the flesh with her teeth and began to blow air over it.
"God fucking almighty!" Ed groaned. "Your breath feels as hot as fire. Who knew I'd have a neighbor like you who wouldn't mind sucking some cock."
"Maybe there's a lot you don't know about your neighbors." Rita laughed softly as she pulled her face away from his prick, catching the throbbing cock-shaft in her right hand to stroke it with the inside of her fist.
"They can't all be like you," he said, rubbing at the side of her black, thick hair with one hand. He really wished she'd get back to sucking since his balls were about to explode.
"You'd be surprised how many are, though," Rita insisted. "In fact, we're a real closed group, kind of like a neighborhood association, and not just everybody gets invited to join. You ought to consider yourself lucky, Ed-you and Celeste."
"Ummmmm," Ed muttered. He wasn't going to feel lucky until he bathed this little bitch with a mouthful of scalding cum.
"In fact, we're having one of our regular get-togethers tomorrow night and we've voted to let you and Celeste come," Rita continued. "Joan, from across the street, and her husband were the last ones to join and she's getting a little tired of being the newest one. You see, the newest woman is kind of low on the totem pole, and has to put up with certain things."
Damn! She was driving him wild. That crazy flick of her wrist as she was jacking him off was almost making him blow his mind. If she didn't get back to tongue-bathing that horny prick, he was going to shoot cum all over her kitchen walls.
"Ummmm, I'll talk to Celeste and maybe we can come," Ed said, wrapping his fingers around the back of her head and urging her face toward his cock. "But right now, why don't we get back to what we were doing before?"
Her voice was smooth velvet, but lurking beneath it was a bite. She squeezed his prick with her hand so hard that it hurt. "Maybe I'll get back to eating your cock when I hear you promise that you and Celeste will come tomor row night."
Who could turn down a deal like that? Hell, he'd come and drag Celeste along, who knows, he might even have some fun. Celeste was meek enough to go along with whatever she had to put up with. After all, how bad could it be? Make the punch? Clean out the aslitrays? Shit, no big deal-especially when it meant that he got to blow his nuts into this vacuum-mouthed bitch.
"We'll be there with bells on our toes, just tell me where and what time," Ed finally promised.
"Down at the Moseley's at eight-thirty," she said, licking around her lips with her tongue.
"And what are we supposed to wear?" he asked, anxious to get back to fucking her face.
"Anything you want, honey child." She snickered. Now her eyes looked like those of a cat. "It won't matter at all."
And with that, her face plunged onto his prick, driving the swollen cock-head clear to the back of her throat. Her mouth closed over his prick-shaft, and drove Ed toward his peak. When she sucked hard to increase the friction then began pistoning her mouth on his cock, the burly man arched his naked hips toward the woman's face to drive his prick-head halfway into her throat. Suddenly his balls grew bigger as the sac grew firmer and tight. An explosion built inside him as Rita sucked with all of her might.
The first hot splash of sticky cum blasted into the back of her mouth, and she moaned with animal-like pleasure as she sucked the thick glob of it down. As the juice slithered down her throat, another jet of cum was already on the way. It filled her mouth and washed back along his prick, but she managed to trap all of it with her lips. She gulped, swallowing spurt after spurt, letting none of the sticky stuff escape to drip out onto the floor.
Jack and Zelda lived on the other side of Ed and Celeste from Rita and her husband. Jack's cock had become raging hard inside his denim jeans just thinking about the neighborhood get-together planned at the Mosely's for that Friday night.
But in the meantime, Jack and Rita had devised a plan, one that insured Jack of the first whack at the tight new pussy. While Rita was doing her part and convincing Ed to come to the party, Jack was walking out his front gate and around to Celeste's yard. He followed the driveway to the back of the house, then stepped up on the porch and banged on the screen door with the side of his hand.
"Hey, Ed, you in there?" he called, keeping his voice down so it wouldn't be heard next door. The main door was opened, and the kitchen was shadowy beyond the screen, making everything vague and indistinct. Slowly a white form, like a small cloud, moved into the kitchen from the front room.
"Come on, Ed, open up," Jack said, rattling the screen door against its lock.
"Ed, is that you?"
Jack's cock leaped like a rocket. It was so damned stiff it felt like the steel barrel of a gun. He had known that it would be Celeste who would come to the door, but how she looked still almost sent him into shock.
She was small for a woman yet big for a girl, caught in that short span of years when adolescence had kissed her goodbye and maturity had yet to move in. She had married young only the year before.
"Come on, Celeste. Let me in," Jack said, rattling the door again. "I'm over here to take a look at that sticking drawer that Ed asked me to fix."
Before she realized it, she had flicked off the lock. The tips of her fingers touched her lower lip and she took a couple of steps back. But what was she worried about, she wondered. It was only Jack, their neighbor. She had laughed and shared Jack's charred hamburgers with him and his wife, Zelda, all summer when they'd gotten together in the backyard.
She looks like a teenager, Jack thought. A goddamn teenager! Tits no bigger than teacups beneath that, that ... whatever she's wearing. Oh, shit! It's a man's fucking T-shirt and the little bitch ain't got a damn thing on underneath!
Something about the way he appeared made her feel funny, and Celeste finally realized that it was his eyes. He wasn't looking at her in the face as he should, instead he was staring lower than that. She glanced down. When she realized what she had done, she gasped. Ed had felt like having sex a little while before and she had reluctantly gone along, and when they had gotten back up, she had slipped on one of his T-shirts instead of getting dressed.
"Oh, Jack, I'm sorry," she mumbled, reaching down and catching the hem of the shirt in her hands. She pulled it down to hide the tops of her thighs. "Let me run and-"
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" he growled at her, stepping to the side to block the doorway into the living room. "Stop worrying about flashing a little pussy, and show me that sticky drawer."
Celeste was too stunned to answer. There was a neighbor-a man-in her kitchen alone with her and talking about seeing her pussy as if he thought she planned on showing it to him all along.
Finally she found her voice. "Ed is right outside. He could step back in here at any minute."
"Ed went over to Rita's!" Jack laughed loudly. "And, if I know her, he ain't gonna be back for a while. Now, do you want me to fix that drawer or not?"
"No, I don't," she answered, and tried to edge toward the doorway to the living room again. But each time she drew close to it, Jack stepped over and blocked the way.
"That's fine with me." He grinned. "I'd rather check out that cunt of yours, anyway. If I get real ambitious, I may even core it out and grease it up so it'll work better than that drawer."
That was too much. Celeste broke and ran. But Jack was too quick for her and a husky arm caught her around the waist on the way to the doorway and swung her back into the kitchen. Her bare feet slipped on the tile on the floor and she stumbled, falling face-down halfway onto the top of the table. Before she could find the floor with her feet again, Jack was across the room planting a large palm on the back of her neck.
"Hey, look what we've got here," he laughed. "About the nicest-looking ass I've seen in years. Goddamn ass-cheeks look so creamy that I just want to lick them all over and run my face right between their crack."
"Noooo!" Celeste shrieked, trying to reach back and pull the shirt down over her naked ass. Its hem had pulled all the way to her waist when she had fallen forward and the entire lower half of her body was exposed. A beefy fist slammed into one of her arms then battered the other one too, driving her hands away from her ass.
"That's better," he growled, grabbing a huge hunk of ass-flesh with one hand. His fingers clamped down painfully as he dragged her asscheeks to the side.
"Ah, looky there," he laughed. "There's a cute little asshole peeking out. It's puckered up just like it wants a kiss. And there's that cute little pussy that we were talking about and it only has a little bit of hair."
"You can't do this to me!" Celeste squealed. "Not in my kitchen!"
His other hand tightened on her neck. Her head was jerked up then slammed down. Her forehead crushed into the wooden top of the table sharply enough to make her ears ring.
"Anywhere and in any way that I want to, cunt!" he hissed. "You remember that. And if I hear any more from you, I'm going to give you something to really scream about."
Fear pierced her, riding from her throat clear down to her ass. Her heart was beating so hard u she worried about whether it would stop. All the time, a calloused hand was marauding all over the tender flesh of her ass. As the hand moved, thick fingers prodded at her asshole and pussy, pinching flesh as often as not. Never had Celeste been so humiliated or so abused, and there was absolutely nothing that she could do except pray that Ed would come back in and rescue her from the evil man they had somehow considered their friend.
"That asshole looks good enough to fuck," Jack muttered, rubbing at the puckered little bud with his thumb. "I bet that shitter would strangle a man's prick when it's corn-holing out that ass!"
Her fear became sheer panic. Surely he wouldn't try to do that! Just the thought of it made her flesh feel like it was beginning to tear and her whole guts rumble inside.
"But it's cunt-hole I want right now," he added. "And there's a pretty little fucker right here in front of my eyes."
Wild thoughts flashed through her. Unless Ed came back in a hurry, Celeste's pussy was going to be reamed out by another man's prick.
"Let's see how hot that little pussy is," he growled, and Celeste felt a thick thumb probe between her pussy-lips. Pushing inside the slit, the tip of his thumb lined up with the mouth of her cunt-hole then easily slipped right in.
"What the hell?" Jack laughed. "Your cunt's wetter that shit!"
He sloshed his thumb around, driving it back and forth a few times, then popped it out of her cunt. His hand lifted away from her and she heard him sniff deeply.
"It's fucking cum!" he exclaimed. "That pussy of yours has been gnawing on prick. You goddamn slut! Fucking around in the middle of the day. I'll give that cunt-hole some more good, hard cock and mix in a wad of cum of my own."
"Noooo!" Celeste whimpered, but already she could hear his belt and his zipper give way. His pants thudded heavily to the floor. The next thing she felt was the blunt end of a hot, fuckpole being jammed between the lips of her cunt.
"Don't fuck me!" she wailed as his hand left the back of her neck. Heavy fingers wrapped around the back of her legs and rolled them outward, forcing her ass to arch and totally expose the gash of her cunt. The cock-head was like steel centered on her pussy-hole, and Jack grunted and shoved. Three inches of fuck-pole, much thicker than Ed's, rammed its way into her cunt.
She cried when she felt herself impaled. The size of his cock spread the mouth of her pussy. It scraped along the inner cunt-walls like a stake in a hole too small. Suddenly another three inches were thrust inside.
She gasped. She had never felt a cock so big. As the rest of it was slowly forced into her cunthole, its bulk filled her up. The inside of her pussy was stretched from end to end, and the cock-head was battering at the closed door of her womb.
"How's that, baby!" Jack exclaimed. "How's that for big, hard, raunchy cock?"
Too much, too much, Celeste thought wildly. How could she be raped in her own home, in her own kitchen, on her own table, for heaven's sake? And by a man that only yesterday she and her husband had called friend, who must have somehow gone totally insane.
"You can get cock like this anytime you want it," Jack growled as he began to piston his throbbing prick in Celeste's hot pussy. "Miles and miles of hard cock in your cunt, in your mouth, up your asshole. If you want it, there's even a little pussy to lick."
What is he talking about? Celeste wondered in a daze. None of it was clear enough to make sense except the brutal blows of his thundering prick. He hammered, he rammed, he shoved, he pounded-nothing at all like the slow, gliding strokes that she knew from being fucked by her husband's prick.
She grunted, feeling all of that hard fuckshaft slam home clear to the depths of her cunt.
A storm stirred in her own guts that she didn't want to understand.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum!" Jack hissed, and ten fingers bit into her flesh.
His hands hauled her ass back, spreading her pussy so the strokes went even deeper as his cock swelled and began to erupt.
"Here it comes!" he howled, and a wet, sticky heat blasted into her pussy, then pulsed and pulsed again. Celeste gasped as she felt her cunt explode in reaction as she trembled violently atop the table. A thick but softening cockshaft slipped greasily from her cunt. She seemed to glide, then suddenly she shook herself back. By the time she had groaned and pushed up from the table, Jack was gone, out the door, as if he had never been.