Chapter 8
Ryan arrived at Neil's party at the peak of the evening. People were running around groping each other, some naked, some nearly naked, all of them horny and wanting action of one kind or another. He made his way through the crowd, stepping over fucking bodies, avoiding hands thrust into his crotch, searching for Freeda.
He spied her with her back up against a wall, some guy kneeling between her legs. His hands were fumbling with her panties, his shirt off, his mouth open in anticipation of attaching itself to her naked snatch.
"Freeda!" Ryan called.
"Hi, baby," she said with a smile, glancing down at the man lusting at her crotch. "Not now, honey. Maybe later."
The guy sat back and looked up between her tits. "Bitch!"
"So, Ryan, how was your date?" Freeda asked as he moved up next to her.
"Weird! Her parents watched me fuck her! But it didn't do any good. She's still a lesbian."
A worried look crossed Freeda's face. "Did you get paid?"
"Yeah, got it right here," he said, extracting the envelope from his jacket pocket. He gave it to Freeda and held his hand out. "I want my share. I counted it, so don't try to screw me on this one."
"Now, baby, I wouldn't do that to my number one stud!"
"Bullshit! Just give me my money."
Freeda counted out a hundred and fifty dollars and handed it to Ryan. He stuffed it into his pocket. "Thanks."
"Drop your pants and join the party," Freeda said, raising her glass. "There's a lot of pussy that would really enjoy a dick like yours."
"We'll see. I need a drink first."
"Bar's over there," Freeda said, pointing. "If I don't see you again tonight, call me tomorrow. I've got another woman who can't wait to meet you."
"Is she under 90?" he asked sarcastically. "We'll talk tomorrow."
Freeda wandered off down the hall and Ryan headed for the bar. He had to help himself since the bartender was dicking some redhead on the floor, his ass bobbing like a cork in water.
Ryan scanned the room as he sipped on his Scotch. Freeda was right. There were a lot of lovely young ladies cavorting about with hungry looks in their roving eyes. And there were just as many half-naked men willing to feed their hunger.
"Where did you come from, handsome?" asked a stately blonde, her hand gliding into his crotch. "I haven't seen you before."
"Just got here," he said, giving her the once over and not removing her hand from his groin. "That feels nice."
"It sure does, baby! Is all that you?"
"Why don't you find out?"
Ryan was in the mood for a blow job, and if that's what she was willing to provide, then she'd be his lady of choice. For some reason, it didn't bother him that his fly was being unzipped in the middle of a crowd and his dick would shortly be pulled out of his pants for all to see. Considering his earlier modesty in front of Mrs. Rodgers, he couldn't fathom why this would be different. But it was.
His cock was soon lounging in the hand of the buxom blonde, his shaft thick, his head pointing up at her open mouth. When there wasn't a price on his prick, his erections were nearly always instant.
He leaned back against the bar, his elbows planted, his eyes watching the blonde head obscure the sight of his pulsing hard-on.
Her hand sunk down to his fly as her mouth circled the end of his standing dick. Her lips were cool on his hot skin, and his hips jerked back from the cold kiss of her wet mouth. Her hand took a firmer hold on his thickness and his knob slipped into the openness of her watery cave.
His dick quickly heated her mouth and his hips no longer tried to free his rod from her insistent grip. Just the opposite. He slowly pumped his blood-filled meat as her tongue lashed out at his sensitive cockhead.
His eyes closed as the blonde worked on his cock's tiny opening, her tongue gliding along the tiny crevice in his bulbous knob. She flicked and licked until his throbbing rod gave up the first of his tasty fluids.
Ryan enjoyed the woman's slow pace, her mouth in no hurry to force him to climax. She played his seeping liquids over the plane of his sensitive head, his cock stiffening to the max, his hips rocking instead of pumping. He let her do whatever she wanted as he relaxed into the role of recipient rather than performer. It was a nice change, and he meant to take full advantage of it.
After a minute or two, her mouth began to travel down the length of his heating organ. Her lips were firm against his flesh as her hand flattened into his crotch to make room for her sucking mouth. She swallowed every bit of his exposed erection, his cockhead just nudging into her open throat. But she didn't yet have all he had to offer, her hand and his pants keeping his length from being entirely consumed.
But that was okay for the moment. Ryan was enjoying the heat of her mouth too much to alter the situation. He held still as she began to bob her head over his moist and meaty hard-on, her tongue slick against the taut skin of his burning dick.
Each time his knob kissed the back of her mouth, he had the temptation to ram it down her throat. He resisted. The tight clamp of her mouth was every bit as good as the narrow passage of her neck. At least for the moment.
His hips rocked a little faster as the woman increased the speed of her blow job. Her fingers squeezed somewhat harder around his girth as her mouth began to race over his length. And the power of her suction made orgasm more of a reality than a dream.
If Ryan wanted more before he dumped his load, now was the time to do it. He pushed off the bar and undid his pants, pushing them down to the base of his dick. The woman lifted off his dripping erection just long enough for him to bare his crotch. Then her mouth reattached itself to his moistened slab.
But Ryan had what he wanted. His nuts were free to wobble between his thighs and the entire length of his raging erection was now available to the woman's mouth. And she didn't waste any time devouring his succulent meat.
Her lips raced into his crotch to lock around his hairy base. His cockhead dove into her throat, and Ryan gasped at the amount of pressure applied to his sensitive knob. His shaft was crammed down her neck, her lips spreading into his groin, her teeth scraping the smooth skin of his madly pulsing prick.
His body shook at the tremendous thrill encompassing his rod, his balls quivering beneath him, his hands quickly reaching back to the bar to keep himself steady. With his dick plunged down her throat, the woman munched on his meat, her nose pressed deeply into his abdomen.
Then she raised up the length of his shaft to toy with his throbbing head. Her hand continued to pump the lower portion of his fat rod as her tongue concentrated on the mushroom end of his itching dick.
He moaned above her caressing tongue, her expertise tickling his climax. His balls raised up in his crotch and cum entered the center of his flaming cock. His eyes closed around the exciting sensation of an orgasm preparing to blow, and his hips pumped with an eagerness he hadn't enjoyed in a very long time.
Removing her hand, the woman allowed her mouth the pleasure of once again chewing around the thickness of his base. Which allowed Ryan the pleasure of having his shaft squeezed into the slick tunnel of her throat. But she didn't stay in his crotch. She began a serious effort to work his cream out of his cock and into her wanting mouth.
She pumped her head over the full length of his slippery erection, his knob screaming with joy each time it dove into the hot recesses of her clinging throat. Her hands slid around to cup the furry globes of his clenching ass, and Ryan knew she was hell-bent on drinking his cum.
With the speed employed by her racing head, he tried not to pump his hips. If he fucked her face the way she wanted, his cream would be splattering in seconds. But there was little he could do to stop it.
Her fingers dug into the flesh of his ass and propelled his cock into her mouth at the same furious pace as her galloping head. She wanted his thick load and she wanted it now.
Ryan opened his eyes to watch his cock speedily leap in and out of her mouth. And it did slip fully out. Her lips completely cleared his itching head before gliding back down his pounding girth. Saliva dripped from the end of his prick each time she lifted away. But the return journey was what made his dick twitch and beg to be brought to eruption. When her mouth reconnected with his searing flesh, a flash of ecstatic warmth surged down his shaft and spread through his crotch like a fire burning out of control.
And control is what he relinquished. He held onto the bar, his body a mass of jangled nerves with the nearness of his climax. He moaned and grunted and didn't care how many eyes might be on his majestic prick as it prepared to cream for the beautiful blonde so lustily and greedily attacking his manhood.
He stared down at the blonde hair swirling around her bobbing head, flying tendrils swiping across his abdomen, licking his crotch with silky thrills. Her mouth ravenously ran over his pole, her body feverish for a taste of his spunk.
Without missing a beat, one hand moved around to latch on to his nuts. Her fingers worked his firm orbs out of his crotch and into her hand. Gently squeezing his tender balls, her other hand slid over his butt until her fingers curled into the sweaty crack of his ass. She ran up and down the deep trench between his globes before centering her attention on his asshole.
Her fingers pried through the tangled mass of hair in his damp valley to reach his puckered ring of sensitive flesh. Toying with the entrance to his rectum, Ryan rapidly pumped his hips to encourage his climax.
Stimulation from several sources bombarded his groin, and he had to find an outlet for the trapped ecstasy clawing at his muscles. He wanted to dump his thick cream and wanted to dump it now.
His wish was granted when the woman scratched his asshole with her sharp fingernail and stretched his nuts away from his wildly throbbing crotch. His dick blasted into her mouth, his hips lunging forward to plant his cockhead within the tight grip of her throat.
But the woman backed away to keep his spraying knob centered over her tongue. His cream was released in rapid-fire bursts, his mouth open wide to grunt his pleasure, his eyes raised to the ceiling in thankfulness.
She loosened her grip on his hot balls and gulped down his gushing load. Her head and her hands remained still so she could relish the sumptuous explosion from the depths of his handsome body. She knew what she was doing, what she enjoyed, and raised her tongue to his spewing head as the last of his orgasm rushed into her mouth.
Ryan could feel her tongue pressing against his pisshole as the last of his jizz raced to freedom. She kept his cream from escaping down her throat, his thick spunk rolling along her tongue. And he felt it, too.
His shaft blazed with the heat of his release as she painted his semen along the underside of his aching dick. Her tongue moved forward and back, massaging his cock, covering it with cum, driving him into the blissful ecstasy of a perfect ejaculation.
Even when his dick stopped spitting, she continued to suck on his rigid muscle. Both hands wrapped around his shaft, squeezing up his length, gathering any loose skin against her lips, forcing any reluctant droplets out of his cock and into her mouth.
Still cleansing the taut skin on his itching organ, Ryan had to jerk his dick out of her mouth. His flesh was far too sensitive to tolerate any more activity from her bathing tongue.
The woman smiled up at him, then got to her feet. "Nice cock, sweetie. Real tasty, too." She planted a quick kiss on his lips and turned away.
His cock was red and throbbing as it slowly began to go limp in his crotch. He reached down for his underwear and brought them up his trembling thighs. Even the feel of cushiony cotton on his flaming rod was hard to bear as he lowered back down for his pants.
Finishing his drink, he was about to leave the party. He stopped when Tiffany entered the room. Freeda was right behind her, but Ryan only had eyes for the auburn-haired beauty walking in his direction. He decided he could stay just a little bit longer.