Chapter 4
The next few days passed in a strict timetable that Denise had shoved down her throat. Literally.
As her image maker, Lenny had total control over her. He told her what to wear, what not to wear. He told her how to act, how to sing, but most of all, how to fuck.
How to please the important people.
After her rehearsals with the band she usually ended up having dinner with some sleazy bastard who could do her some good. Like the guy who gave her his business card in her dressing room the night of her debut.
She went to his club, had a bite to eat, and then she practically was raped in his office. He threw her over his desk, belly down, lifted up her skirt, and then put it to her. The prick came all over her ass.
And that was that. He was through with her. She had a gig at his club. Guaranteed ... thanks to her quick and easy fuck.
It happened like that all over town.
Lenny made sure she met the right people and made the right deals. She was bounced from one hustler to the next. All of them were sharp and fast like Lenny, like Mark, who had built up his agency with a hundred girls just like Denise. , He always let her know how many girls there were out there in the city, looking for a break. How they would do anything to be in Denise's shoes.
And that's how Lenny used her. He played upon that fear.
"If you don't want to do it, I can find a dozen girls who will ... and they'll probably even pay for it, just for the chance you got right now." Lenny played that speech to her over and over, drilling it into her dyed platinum head.
The worst part about it was that every word was true.
There were a lot of hungry and horny girls out there. They would do anything . .. anything.
And so would Denise.
Anytime. Anywhere. Anybody.
The days turned into weeks and they fashioned a high-class, high-gloss act.
The rock and roll gave way to torch songs. Suck songs. S & M took over a good part of the act. The rehearsals grew more and more lifelike.
Whips and ropes.
And masks.
She found herself looking forward to every new twist, every bizarre kick that could be added to the set. Denise began to suspect that it wasn't just to make the act a success that made her look forward to the weird props they used.
It was New Wave all the way. All the way ... Night after night she got it every which way she could take it.
Then it happened.
Mark's agency signed a deal for a recording contract with a hot label, one that promoted all the punk acts, all the New Wave acts.
And so Denise got in shape for the hardest part of all. They had to go on the road for a quick one-month tour, rocketing all over the state, breaking their act at every little one-night town they could.
She was nervous about going on the road, but it had to be done. They had to be known. They had to have a base to support their album when it came out.
And then would come a major tour across the country, if things worked out. Always if... there were never any guarantees. The whole project could be cancelled at any moment. If Mark decided his agency was wasting time on her, if the money wasn't coming in ... Bam. She was dropped.
Or if Lenny decided she wasn't working hard enough, doing enough for the act ... then there was always the threat of dropping her ..leaving her out in the cold.
So Denise always did her best to please. She gave in to every whim, no matter how depraved.
As a result the band was a smash wherever they played. It just took one day for the word to spread, no matter where the town was.
After the first night the place would be packed.
Everyone wanted to see the band. Everyone wanted to see her.
Denise was the image of the band now. She was the slick sick attraction. On stage she vamped around half naked. As part of the act she gradually was stripped by the members of the band.
And they played out their fantasies.
Right on stage. No one could tell where the act stopped and where reality began.
The lighting always hit Denise at the crucial moment. That, or one of the band players hid her from the audience. And so she was the only one who knew whether or not the act became real. She and the guys in the band determined how far they really went.
Most of the time it became real. Most of the time a hard cock emptied itself into her mouth, spurting and squirting while the crowd clapped and screamed and cheered her on.
BJ and the Extortions played everywhere they could, cramming every bar, every club they appeared at with wild screaming crowds. They were getting known.
Denise knew they were really starting to make it when they played at a big nightclub in a small upstate town. It was on a strip full of bars, a college town collection of bar after bar, pizza joints, sub shops, and . .. more bars.
It was a summer night and the kids were out in the street as usual, drinking and smoking, raising hell and trying to pick each other up.
The crowd was biggest right in front of the bar where the band was playing.
There were other bars, other bands, but there was only one BJ, one platinum-haired BJ who drew in the troops, who lit the smoky bar with sex music, with sex movement, with sex cries ... oohing and ahhing while the kids got turned on more and more.
All night long they filed in and out of that one bar, screaming, drinking, dancing, going nuts, reacting like Pavlov's dogs to the treat that Denise offered them-the treat of her flesh.
They practically salivated in the front row when Denise went into her S&M bit, when she got down on all fours and inch by inch revealed her skin, her tits, her ass, her mouth ... all to the accompaniment of screaming guitars.
It was a prop but it still had an effect on Denise ... and it still had an effect on the crowd, igniting their fire as Denise played out all the fantasies they kept hidden inside, blocked up. It was her job to bring out those fantasies, to trigger their release.
During the break before their last set of the night a group of college girls came to the band's table. They were all so young, so innocent, but they tried to act mature and jaded, like they'd seen it all.
But their innocence came through. It was in their starry eyes. It was in their hot flesh as they each fawned all over Jimmy, since he was the best-looking guy, the one who played the hottest licks, the one who backed up Denise's singing.
Jimmy ignored them.
That made them all the more interested in him. There were five girls, five rich young girls slumming it ... and they met these guys in the band... ooh, it was so wild! Denise could almost hear them thinking out loud, thinking about how they were going to tell their friends about the Extortions! The fucking Extortions!
"Look, you girls can come to a party after we're through playing here," Jimmy said. He was acting bored with the chicks but Denise could see how much he wanted them, how he wanted to fuck with their heads, and with their bodies. For now he kept his attention on a young girl reporter who was badgering him for an interview.
"Could we?" one of the college girls said. Her name was Sherry. She wore a light summer blouse that showed off her well-tanned body. A deep V of rich creamy tit showed where her bikini line began. Way down. Way down into the valley of flesh. Sherry liked to parade her stuff. Denise could see what she was about from the start.
A cockteaser.
A rich bitch, a red-haired princess with a beautiful body that she liked to taunt the guys with. She looked like the kind who delayed instead of delivered.
And here she was playing her game with Jimmy, sitting next to him, rubbing up to him, acting so damn adult when she was little more than a spoiled kid.
"Yeah, you can come," Jimmy said.
"That would be great," Sherry said. "Ooh, I just love it ... Imagine ... partying with the Extortions. Wow!"
Spedder, the bass player, started laughing. "Yeah," he said, mocking her breathless tone of voice. "Wow! Won't it be keen?"
Sherry glared at him. Then she pouted. Her skin turned red. She was embarrassed at acting so childish, being revealed as a little girl, almost.
But then she took on a haughty look. She stuck her nose in the air and pointedly looked away from Spedder. Like he was a mutant that somehow infiltrated the table they were all sitting at.
Sherry gave Jimmy her best cock teasing look. She leaned forward, giving him plenty of tit to stare at. "It'll be great, ohhh, it'll be so great!"
"Yeah, sure," Jimmy said. His eyes gave away his interest in the redheaded girl. For a moment Denise felt a bit of jealousy. And then she buried it, she pushed it way back. Jealous. Jealous of some college girl fluffing up to Jimmy? Why in the world should she be jealous?
Denise sipped at her drink. It was a tall one, half ice, the rest whiskey.
She was learning how to live on the road, how to drink, how to smoke and how to go crazy all night long, and then grab a few hours sleep before starting the cycle all over again in another bar, another town.
She tossed down the whiskey, slammed it down on the table, and then watched Sherry's eyes light up when Jimmy gave her the name of the motel the band was staying at.
"We'll be there," Sherry said.
"I'm looking forward to it," Spedder said, just to get a rise out of her.
The redhead looked back, glared at Spedder. It was a fiery look, a drop-dead glare.
And inside, Denise smiled. Spedder would get even with the rich bitch. He always got even. She knew that even before the night was over, little rich bitch big-titted redhead was going to go through hell.
Sherry and her friends split, drifting back into the crowd, leaving the band alone at the table. Except for the reporter, a super-straight-looking chick in short black hair and glasses.
Now that the college girls were gone, Denise got a chance to look over the reporter. Without the distraction of the other chicks, she could see that the black-haired girl, woman, was a bit older than she first thought.
Maybe thirty.
Thirty and out of it. She didn't have any idea about what was going on in the rock business and that was obvious after just one minute of listening to her.
The reporter was all business, packed tightly into her purple striped jersey and her white pressed pants. She paid attention to every idle thing that Jimmy said, mentally taking notes like it was all gospel.
Denise gathered that the strait-laced chick covered the youth beat section for her local newspaper. Carol was the reporter sent around to all of the "gigs," as she called the scene. "Gigs." It sounded awkward coming from Carol's mouth. It sounded bored at the same time. It was clear that she had no real interest in the band.
It was just a job to the chick, Denise realized, something she did until a better position on the paper opened up.
"The kids seem to like you," Carol said. "The girls, that is." Then she turned away from Jimmy and gave Denise a penetrating gaze. "The guys all go for you," she said to Denise. "And I can see why."
Carol's eyes lit up for real when she studied the tremendous amount of tit poking out of Denise's stage costume. It was a dyke's stare, focused on Denise's overflowing leather harness. Then her dark eyes traveled upward and fixed on Denise's lips. For a brief instant it felt like Denise could read the woman's mind. She had a sudden sense that the reporter was picturing Denise's lips on her cunt.
A shiver ran through Denise's body. The lesbian gaze almost floored her. Or was she imagining it all? She couldn't tell. The eye contact had just lasted for a few seconds and it could all be in her head, just a weird impression.
Man, Denise thought, what a trip, what a trip to feel that surge of blood rush through her. Even if it was a false impression, it was a rush, a warm and wet rush that made her shift uneasily in her chair. She crossed her legs to ease the tension in her pussy, to rub her thighs together and rock back and forth, pressing herself against the hard wooden seat, teasing her clit, making it soar with pleasure signals.
The reporter wanted to keep on talking but Jimmy cut her off abruptly. "Look, we got another set to do. Later on you come back to the dressing room and we'll work something out so you can have an interview. Tomorrow, maybe. But tonight we work things out. You know what I'm talking about?"
"Of course," Carol said. "I just need an interview. Part of my job, you know. So ..." She got up from the table and picked up her purse, "We'll work it out to your satisfaction, I'm sure."
Then she was gone, strolling out of place through the crowd, waiting for her "gig" with Jimmy in the dressing room. Denise kept thinking about the strange girl, even during the last set on stage. While she was turning on the audience, the image of the straight-looking reporter, her eyes bearing down on Denise's tits, that image turned Denise on.
When they were through playing, when the last scream faded away and the crowd emptied out into the dark summer night, she lingered in the nightclub. Denise waltzed in and out of the dressing room.
Soon all of the other guys were gone. Except for Jimmy.
He was waiting for the reporter chick. To prime her for the interview. The rest of the band had already headed over to their motel for the night, a bright and gaudy plasterboard complex on main street.
Denise eased out of the dressing room without saying a word, letting Jimmy think she was on her way over to the motel. But instead, she went back out toward the bar. In a few minutes she had the young bartender setting her up with a few shots of whiskey. Neat. Neat and nasty.
She kept looking into the bar mirror but out of the corner of her eye she saw Carol coming out of the ladies' room, heading straight toward the dressing room.
Her steps were quick and loud in the deserted bar. Very shortly the reporter had clattered across the tiled floor and slammed the dressing room door behind her.
The bartender had a smirk on his face. He had watched the black-haired woman as she hurried to the dressing room. But he didn't say a word.
By now he was probably used to this sort of thing.
Denise waited for a few more minutes. She tossed down four shots of burning whiskey. It gave her the steam to hurry across the floor and "accidentally" stumble into the dressing room.
The second she opened the door she gasped.
Carol and Jimmy froze. Both of them, pinned together in an obscene embrace, just looked over at Denise.
The long-haired guitarist had the reporter crouching down on all fours in the middle of the floor. He was standing directly behind her, leaning forward, supporting himself with both arms clamped onto the small of her back.
His dick was halfway inside her ass.
Carol had her face contorted in ecstasy.
She was biting her lower lip. Sweat ran down her forehead in steady drips.
"Uhhhh," she said. "Uhhhh, come on, put it in, put it all the way in, man!"
Denise breathlessly closed the door behind her. She was caught up in the strange raw sight before her. It seemed so bizarre ... the reporter had acted so straight out there, so prim and proper.
And now here she was getting fucked in the ass in a shabby dressing room by a guy she didn't even know two hours ago, a guy she probably hated to begin with. And now his thick prick was shoving its way into her rear end.
Denise knew the feeling well, of being used by a bastard.
"Come on over," Jimmy said. He smiled. It was that same cruel smile he always had when he was fooling around with a chick. And he had Carol in the same position that he put Denise in during their stage act.
Only now he was following through with it. Now he was putting it to her all the way.
"Owwwww," Carol said. "Ohhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh ... " She shook all over, taking another inch of prick up her ass. Her cheeks were poking up in the air, all glossy and shining with lubricating oil.
Jimmy's cock was pointing down, straight down. His hands were on her hips now, prying her wide with his ever-growing, ever-probing cock.
Carol tossed her head from side to side.
Jimmy rocked his hips in the same beat, matching her grunting, shaking body with more and more strokes.
She was still half dressed, exposed where it counted, though, exposed where the guitarist could get at her with his wet slippery prick.
Her white pants were pulled down to her knees, crumpled up. Her cheeks and the back of her thighs were all wet and shiny from the cock juice, from the lubricant. Her skin was glistening, hot, shining, shining with sex. It was like a magnet was pulling at Denise, making her step closer, making her give in to the gibbering cry of lust deep inside of her.
It felt like she was hypnotized, like she was in a trance state, a state of fever and chaos, a state of all-out screaming hunger ... hunger for release, hunger for wet dripping pleasure that now stood before her, grunting and crying and gasping and stroking, wet, wet, wet, cock moving in, in, sliding back, then moving in again, sticking way inside of the black-haired chick's ass.
Her purple striped top was pulled up above her bra. And that white flimsy garment did nothing to contain her, not in this position.
Her massive tits hung out, wobbling, jiggling, swaying back and forth as Jimmy's cock rammed in and out, seeking to fill her slot all the way.
"Yeah, yeah, you'll get your interview. When I'm done with you, you're gonna know all there is to know about me. You'll have the inside story. Like this!" He gripped her hips and pulled up real hard. At the same time he sank down, ramming his cock into her ass.
His hairy nuts swung back and forth.
His stiff prick inched farther and farther, vanishing inside the lady reporter's tight ass.
Now her head rolled around in a circle, bending way down to gaze at the floor in sheer screaming pleasure, then winding back up, twisting her neck, reeling with each stab of cock. She shuddered and screamed and sighed, giving in to the overwhelming pleasure.
Her glasses fell to the floor when Jimmy gave her a hard sudden stroke. Her arms straightened out, her palms flattening onto the bare wooden floor. She slipped, sagging under the weight, under the hard driving force that was pummeling at her tight hole.
Then Carol's hips started to twitch.
"Yessss!" she said. "Ohhhh, ohhhh, fuck yes! Ohhh, ohh, it's going in me, that fucking thick cock is going in me and it's soooooo, sooooo hard, uhhh, yeah, yeah, uhhh, it's so fucking big and hard and wet..."
She jerked her whole body up. Her ass rose in the air and tugged on Jimmy's prick. Denise could see her hole swallow more of that throbbing prick, pulling it in, taking it all the way in and pumping, pumping, milking that stiff cock with her tight ass muscles.
Denise felt a thrill whip through her.
She watched Jimmy's prick slide into the crouching chick's hole. And she felt it again. She felt the rush.
Many times Denise had dreamed of this, of letting some guy do it to her ... fuck her in the ass ... but she was always afraid. But now she could see the pleasure this chick took in the act.
Obviously the chick wasn't a first-timer. She knew how to take that prick up her ass. She knew how and she wanted to do it. That made all the difference in the world.
"It feeeeeels so good, man, ohhhhh, yeah, it feels so damn good inside me. I can feel your cock growing, uhhh, yeah, it's growing inside of my ass ... Uhhh, fuck it, fuck it goood, fuck it nice and good . .."
She moaned and gasped and pushed back against Jimmy's prick. Her ass moved from left to right, defining small circles of pleasure, of tension. Her cheeks jiggled as she worked on his dick. She tightened up her fleshy buttocks and then she grabbed onto his meat with her hole. Then her hips sank down, way down, taking his cock on a tight tugging ride, bringing his prick in and out of her ass.
"I'm gonna come in your ass, I'm gonna come in your fucking ass!"
She moved faster.
She pumped harder on the cock in her ass, jiggling her hips from left to right. Carol's tits jumped and hobbled and quivered with every stroke of cock she took.
And Denise stepped closer.
She reached down and ran her hand along the muscular, twitching backside of the swearing, grunting guitarist. Her fingers traced lightly over his skin.
Then Denise moved her hand down, slowly, slowly, inching her fingers between his hairy thighs. She darted her hand forward between his legs and grabbed his nuts. The hairy sack jumped in her hands.
She rolled the huge swollen balls in her palm, closing around them, tugging at them. His sack moved and jumped in her hand as he rammed his cock into the reporter's asshole.
And Denise stared.
She stared at the glistening thighs of the crouching woman. She stared at the long meat sliding in and out of her hole.
It was coated with a shining fluid, part of the juice seeping out of Jimmy's angry thrusting cock, part of it from a tube that lay beside Carol's wide-open purse.
She came prepared.
And now she was getting ready for Jimmy's . cream to spit up inside of her.
Some girls liked getting fucked in the ass. Some girls hated it. And some girls, like Denise, didn't know where to begin.
Carol knew how, though. She'd had a lot of cock up her hole before. Denise could tell by the motions of the reporter's body. They were practiced motions, experienced motions. They were pleasurable motions.
"UHHH, FUCK, FUCK, I'M GONNA CREAM HER ... OHHHH, I'M GONNA CREAM!"
"Do it," Carol shouted. "Come on, fuck me, fuck my ass with your prick. Uhhhh, yeah, baby, yeah, fill it up with your hot cum!"
Jimmy's legs tightened. His hard thigh muscles bulged as he rocked back and forth. His prick came out farther, almost all the way out of her hole, leaving just the throbbing tip inside of her.
Denise reached her other hand in front of Jimmy. She slid it down his hairy stomach and then wrapped her fingers around his ass-fucking cock.
Now she had him from in front, jerking off his sticky prick, ramming it into Carol's ass, and she had him from the back, lifting his sack of nuts up and down, squeezing his hairy balls, tugging at them, leading him up to orgasm.
"Cream her," she said. "Cream her in the ass, right where she wants it!"
Denise pumped her hand back and forth, stroking him off, beating her cock-filled fist against the glistening asscheeks of a grunting, gasping Carol.
"Uhhh, yeah, yeah, fuck me with it, fuck me with your dick, uhhh, come in my ass ... " She twitched from left to right. "Squirt it, squirt it in my asshole!"
"Oh, here it is, baby, here it fucking is!"
Jimmy's entire body went rigid.
His stiff throbbing prick burned in Denise's gripping cum-soaked fist as it rammed in and out of the woman's ass. One, two, three strokes, and then he buried it in her hole as deep as he could. Just the four fingers of Denise's jerking and squeezing hand kept him from ripping completely into Carol.
Gobs of cum blasted into Carol's ass.
She bucked and screamed and yelped with each splashing wad of semen.
Denise could feel it pass through Jimmy's prick. She could feel the base of his cock jump and pump and pummel against the lady reporter's churning asscheeks.
"Mmmmn, it's so hot, so hot and thick. Uhhh, uhhhh, I can feel it squirt all the way in me, all the way in my fucking ass!" Carol bucked back and forth. She uttered a series of hard animal-like grunts. Her tits flopped against her pushed-up bra, sticking way out.
The sight of it drove Denise wild, the sight of it and the feel of it. In her teasing jerking fingers was a spurting cock, a stiff rod of flesh spurting off, creaming ... into someone else, into that reporter.
Denise let her fist pound hard against Carol's cheeks, whipping that hard spitting cock in and out of her ass. The semen splashed out of her tight hole, dripping back onto Jimmy's shooting meat.
The gooey white stuff stuck to Denise's fingers. Some of it ran down the back of her hand, some of it dripped down the churning thighs of the chick with the prick in her ass.
All of it turned Denise on.
The smell of cum, so strong, so slick and heady ... The smell of sex filled the room. Cock. Hard cock. Ramming, throbbing, spitting.
"Fuck her," Denise said. "Fuck her!" She yanked her fist up and down on Jimmy's cock, pounding it against Carol's ass, then back against the guitarist's groin. She stared at his balls as they swung back and forth, jumping up and down, emptying into Carol, pushing out the steaming cum.
And then Jimmy gasped. He was winded, fucked out, he was ready to collapse. His dick was still embedded inside of Carol. Denise jerked him off, pulling out the last few cream drops, squeezing harder and harder, coaxing out the cum with her fingers and with her voice.
"Fill her ass with it, fuck her ass with it, oh, yes, yes, cream her fucking hole with your cum!" Denise was practically screaming now.
"Ohhhh, I gotta stop for a minute," Jimmy said. He was staggering, wiped out from the pleasure that he'd just taken out of Carol's ass.
He pulled his cock out of her. It was slick and covered with cream.
Carol sighed when it slid out. A soft gasp escaped her lips, a gasp of sadness. She wanted more. That much was clear. Especially when she stayed there crouched down, waiting for whatever came her way.
Denise was frantic with passion.
The wild sight of watching a girl get fucked in the ass, of actually helping Jimmy do it to her, it was all too much for her to control.
She needed pleasure, she needed a flood of release after seeing all that in front of her hungry eyes. All night on stage she'd been working herself up, stoking her body to the point where she was in a frenzy. But there had been no climax.
Yet.
There had been no raw sex to ease the pain of need inside of her. Yet.
Jimmy's prick was limp, temporarily vacant of stiffness. But the chick who had looked at Denise so boldly before, the chick who eyed her tits, her mouth, her entire body, was right before her.
Almost as if she was in a trance, Denise found herself looking up and down the reporter's body.
Right in the ass, she took it ... Denise was amazed, jealous, impressed, all at the same time. She would do it someday, she would have cock there... when she was ready, when she knew that she could handle it.
Jimmy walked away toward the bathroom to wash off his prick. He was mumbling and swearing, half drunk, half crazy. His long drooping cock dangled between his legs and Denise could see his low hanging sack of emptied nuts swinging back and forth.
All he had on was a shirt. His bare ass, his hairy legs, and his cock, all of it looked funny to Denise. For the first time Jimmy looked funny to her instead of menacing.
But he was washing off his cock.
That meant he might be back for more. Maybe he wanted cunt this time, maybe he wanted tit, or maybe he wanted some mouth action.
When he closed the bathroom door behind him, Denise walked around to the front of Carol. On the way she let her hand drop down to the small of Carol's back, just above the firm, cum-stained asscheeks.
Carol shivered.
So did Denise. It was a chill of new pleasure coursing throughout her body. She let her fingers stay, then trace downward, trailing a path down her wet curves. Denise smeared the gobs of cum all over Carol's ass, clutching her cheeks, grabbing all the beautiful flesh in a fist, pinching and rubbing it.
Now she looked down at Carol.
The black-haired girl looked upward. She let her gaze linger at Denise's thighs, then at her crotch, tightly defined in the silvery gleaming hot pants. The silver material came all the way to the top of her thighs, then it cut into Denise's curves. You could see her cunt through it, it was so tight and clinging.
"You want an interview with me?" Denise said, teasing the woman on all fours below her.
Carol met her eyes. "It's what you want," she said. There was a returning taunt in her voice. 'You want it, don't you? You want it real bad." She moved her body, letting her bare tits sway and jiggle in front of Denise's eyes. She tilted her body upward so her chest was more visible, more tantalizing and teasing.
"Yes," Denise said. "I want it." She hooked her thumbs into the clinging elastic band of her hot pants and slowly shrugged them down her hips. Carol's eyes widened with the expectant desire mounting within her.
The black lace panties traveled downward with the silver hot pants. Her hairy bush slid over the elastic band, then sprang out.
Denise could smell her own sex juices, potent and overwhelming. The raw scent of carnal demands wafted upward like an aphrodisiac. Musky, strong. Cunt. Hot cunt. Ready to be serviced.
"Yes," Denise said again. "I want it. So do it tome. Go. Do it to me!"
Carol raised her head. She was just inches away from Denise's wet pussy. Her hands gripped onto the thighs in front of her, spreading them, pushing them farther and farther apart. Her thumbs dug into the soft white flesh. Her fingernails scratched into the thighs.
Denise shouted. Her passion took her by surprise in one long shout that leaped out of her mouth. "Suck me off! Suck me off!" She repeated it over and over, committing herself, there was no turning back now. She was going to have sex with another woman.
She was going to have that woman's mouth on her cunt.
And then it came.
The slippery tongue lapped at her hairy slit, running upward, lapping at her cunt. The sensation was shocking and pleasing at the same time. It was a soft wet stroking motion. Lapping at pussy with her slurping lips, the kneeling reporter moaned and sighed. She was doing it, eating her out, giving Denise's cunt a probing fuck with her tongue.
Denise pushed against the woman's face. She lifted her hips up and down so that her wet dripping cunt rode all over Carol's face.
The hairy slit teased Carol's lips. It pressed hard onto her mouth, waiting for the pleasant suck, then moved away, and moved up. Now Denise had her thighs rolling from left to right, teased and kissed and sucked with louder and louder drooling sounds coming out of the black-haired chick's mouth ... along with hot saliva, hot saliva mixed with drippy pussy juice. "Oh, yes, this is so good, uhhh, you suck it so good, you suck real good. Mmmmmn, do it to me, you cunt, do it to me real good!" Denise found herself on the other side of the fence for once. She was on the demanding side after all those sessions where she gave in, where she slutted around, whored after any man Lenny told her to.
She knew what it was like to grovel and moan and drool for another person, to act as a sex object, a sex slave. Now she was dishing it out.
"Suck it, suck it harder!"
Carol's face moved back and forth in a furious pace. Her pink tongue was extended upward, licking, then fucking Denise's cunt. She had her hands on the inside of Denise's thighs, pushing them wider.
Denise looked down.
She looked at the bobbing head, at the cunt-stroking tongue. And she shivered. She shook from the forbidden pleasure that now steamed throughout her body. She shook from the scream of twisted passion and hunger that echoed inside of her head.
Lesbian love. No, she thought, it wasn't love. It was sex, just plain old cunt-licking sex. There was no love involved. It was all business, pleasurable business.
"Eat me," Denise said. She was laughing now, laughing like all of those who had laughed at her in the past as they made her service them, suck them, fuck them, jerk them, please their fucking dicks.
Now she was doing it.
It felt good.
"That's it, honey," Denise said. She held the woman by the head, running her fingers through the short hairs, tugging ever so slightly.
"Mmmmmnph," Carol moaned, between the seeping sounds that came from her lips. "Mmm-mmn, ummmmmm ... " Licking and sucking, tonguing and fucking, the black-haired woman brought Denise close to the edge.
She nibbled at Denise's clit, tickling it, catching it tight between her lips and swirling her tongue all around it in rapid circular strokes.
She thought she was going to flood right then and there. The spasms built up inside of her, coming closer and closer together. Waves of sheer paralyzing pleasure crashed inside of her, all of it going down, centering on her cunt, then bouncing back and whipping through every nerve-end of her body.
She was weak in the knees now, wracked with the constant pounding of her senses.
She was getting sucked off, getting head, from another woman.
Denise was so lost in pleasure, so intent on holding back her orgasm she didn't notice that Jimmy was back in the room. He was behind her.
"Stay still," he said. "Stay right where you are."
"Uuuummmmn," Denise grunted. "I can hardly move as it is." The only motion was the rocking of her hips as she brushed her wide-open pussy across Carol's mouth.
"Get ready for it," Jimmy said. "Both of you."
Then she felt it.
Jimmy's hard dick jabbed at her flesh. It was wet and cold, just washed. The fleshy cockhead battered against the inside of her thigh. It slid wetly across her skin, throbbing and stabbing at her. And then the stiff dick passed through her.
"Ahhhhhh," Denise cooed.
At the same time Carol groaned. "Mmmmm-mph!" Her mouth was suddenly full of cock. The hard dick pushed her mouth away from Denise, tilted her head back, and then rode across her tongue.
"Suck that for a while, honey," Jimmy said, "You can have a fucking exclusive report on that, baby. A real fucking scoop!" He jabbed savagely at her lips. The lady reporter took in his shoving rod and slurped away at it as hard as she could.
Jimmy slid his hands up over Denise's hips, then under her tits, cupping them from the bottom, sliding up, digging into her leather harness, pulling it outward so he could get at her bare tits.
"Oh yeah, squeeze me," Denise said, "squeeze my tits, uhhh, it feels so good." She shrugged her whole body. Her legs moved closer together, tightening her grip around the cock that moved from behind.
She had it ravaging at her thighs while he pushed from behind her, pushed into Carol's mouth. The tip of his dick slid in and out, making a popping sound. One second it was splitting Carol's lips, the next it was running just beneath Denise's cunt lips. It wetly teased her, hard and hot and long, sliding like a greased banana between her widespread pussy folds, sometimes rising up and up, almost going inside her, but then flopping back down, into the sucking drooling mouth of the lady reporter. His groin battered at Denise's bare ass, thumping up against her cheeks, crashing into them over and over while his prick ran between her legs.
"I need it in me, ohhhhh, fuck, fuck, I need it in me," she sighed over and over. But at the same time she wanted it this way. She could feel his stiff meat running through her thighs, rubbing at the bottom of her cunt while Carol sucked away at her pussy every chance she got.
Denise thrilled to the touch and the suck of Carol's slurping lips. Cock rubbed at her, up inside her for just a brief second, and then tongue found her, pushing way up into her cunt.
Cock, mouth, and fingers worked at Denise's pussy. The kneeling woman moved her hands up, jerking off cock, jerking it against Denise's clit, then poking it inside of her. Each time that happened Denise groaned and nearly came, but never lost it completely.
Always at the crucial moment Carol took away the throbbing prickhead, or removed her tongue, or she stopped finger fucking Denise. And then the waves of passion were allowed to recede for a brief pause. Then it started up again, building to a higher climax than before.
"Uhhhh, uhhh," Jimmy grunted. "It's gonna blow, it's gonna fucking blow!"
His swollen prick thudded between Denise's legs. And then, just as Carol lapped at his cock and her clit at the same time, he shot his wad.
The ribbons of hot semen splattered into and onto her cunt. Each splat was like a shot of desire whipping into her. While Jimmy smashed her tits together with his fingers, gripping so hard that his knuckles turned white, Denise pressed back against him.
She was limp, giving in to everything, yielding to his control. Denise was sitting on his spitting cock, supported by the long hard flowing meat churning into her, and into Carol's cum-sucking mouth.
That's when Denise went wild.
"OHHHH, FUCK, THIS IS IT!" She jumped up and down, rubbing her cunt lips onto Carol's face, rolling from left to right as the black-haired chick sucked on her clit. "I'M COMING! UHHH, UHHH, I'M FUCKING COMING! AHHHHH, AHHH, ALL OVER YOUR MOUTH, ALL OVER YOUR DICK!"
Carol's tongue lapped quick and hard and wet, slapping at Denise's dripping pussy. Semen squirted into her mouth along with the cunt juice.
It was a mixture of hot creaming jism and slow-flooding pussy cum, all of it rocking against Carol's busy mouth in the triangle of cock, cunt, and lips that the three of them created.
"Uhhhh!" Jimmy groaned, slamming himself into Denise as he spurted out another wad. "Uhhh! Uhhhh!" He grunted each time a blast of cum spit out of his throbbing cockhead.
"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!" Denise shouted in a string of curses that accompanied each spasm of pleasure. The hot cunt liquid poured out of her in streams, soaking Carol's white-globbed lips.
Jimmy kept ramming her with cock and Denise kept on riding with it, on it, squirming with delight from the sticky cum that dribbled down her thighs.
Both of them kept it up as long as they could, laughing, fucking, crashing, into one another's skin, and ultimately, onto Carol's mouth.