Chapter 8
"Hey," Greg gulped, sitting a little forward on the edge of the sofa and showing his muscular arms through the sleeves of his coat, "what the hell kind of picture are we going to watch?"
Sara was already over at the projector, flipping switches. "You'll see," she sang. "And if you don't like it, you'd better turn in your barbells!"
"It's a blue movie, isn't it?" he demanded, coldly.
"I'd say it was more like something to get rid of your blues, sonny!"
She got the right switch flicked at last, and returned to the sofa just in time to push him back down into his seat.
"Whoa," she teased, huskily, "don't go turning puritanical on me. Not until you've at least given the flick a chance."
"But I don't want to see a pornographic movie," he insisted, stubbornly. "I'm a happily married guy with a beautiful and sexy wife waiting for me back home. And besides if you think for one second that watching a smutty stag movie is going... oh, wow... I mean Jesus, look at that...!"
Greg's moralizing tone of voice had suddenly shifted into a brazen, brassy gasp of shocked pleasure at what was suddenly taking place on the movie screen not four feet away from them. I Was A Fuck Freak had started off with a real bang-gang bang, that is.
The damned film had started with a close up of the heroine's large, hairy pussy being heftily fucked by one of the biggest cocks in the business. The lens of the camera had nosed so close to the coital contact that every hair on the love-swollen lips of the girl's pussy was visible. The pink folds of her slit rolled like a mouth around the huge prick that thrust in and out, out and in.
"Christ," groaned Greg, falling back with his shoulders pressed into the sofa pillows, "did you ever see anything as wild as that?"
Sara grinned, and felt the folds of her own ambitious cunt trying to stretch in her panties. She yanked her eyes away from the screen and stared instead down between the legs of the heavenly male beside her. She wanted to see a bulge there, wanted him to hurry up and get hot for her. But Greg had not quite had time to really react to the obscene movements on the screen. He was still looking, his mouth parted in dumb, almost country-boy awe at what big folks could do if they tried.
Now the gang bang part was being shown in the movie. The camera had pulled back to show that not only was Lusty Louella getting fucked between the legs, she was also getting fucked in the mouth-by a black stud with a prick too big to describe. The hungry heroine also had two others besides the ones fucking her. Kneeling on either side of her so that their butts were pointed toward the camera-balls, pricks, and assholes gloriously showing-two hungry and horny guys were seeing who could suck her tits the best. It looked like a draw, because both of their grinning mouths were stuffed so full of her big tits that their cheeks looked like balloons.
"Look at that," Greg groaned, his eyes as big as washers, "she's getting it from four guys at the same time!"
"I'll settle for one," Sara purred, reaching over to feel for herself if anything was happening between his legs.
"Hey, cut that out," he snapped, pushing her hand willfully away. But she shot it right back, and this time he simply put his own hand back on hers, and held it there. She could feel it, all right. She could feel the quick rising hump of his sheathed prick pushing up against the palm of her hand like bread dough rising.
"Look," Greg husked. "I mean, Christ all mighty, looky there...!"
Sara gave a heated glance in the direction of the screen, and remained staring at what was happening for a full minute. What was happening had to be seen to be believed. The actress in the film was now getting fucked by three pricks. One in the ass, one in the cunt, and one in the mouth while the fourth lucky stud was licking her tits and tummy while she jacked him off.
Greg let out a low, ragged groan of lust and pushed Sara's hand down over his crotch, forcing her fingers to fit around the pipe of hard meat between his legs. She had him, now. She had him just the way she wanted him-hot as a goddamn pistol. But there was one more obstacle to overcome, and she reached it when she began to unbutton his pants.
"I can't screw you," he breathed.
"Gimme sixty-nine good reasons why not!"
"Because of my wife. I'm married. I'm faithful! I told Priss I'd never fuck another female but her!"
"So what's the problem, hero? You won't fuck me. I'll fuck you!"
Before he could sort out the half-baked logic of that idea, she had his fly unbuttoned and was pulling his stiff prick boldly up out of his shorts. Sara made a little beelike humming in her throat when she finally saw his meat. He had one of those pricks that seemed disappointing at first glance. It was short and thick, but what saved this one from being in need of a French extender was the head on it. The bulb on Greg's stone-hard cock was the size of a swamp mushroom, flared on the edges and sitting atop the thick column of his prick like a pink helmet. And Sara knew from long experience that getting fucked by a tool like his was more fun than a fourteen-incher with a tiny head.
"Let's go in the bedroom and ball," she whispered, testing the marvelous glans of his cock with her fingertips. "Lemme crawl on top of you and fuck that thing dry!"
He grunted disapproval. "I wanta watch this dirty movie," he breathed, "then you can fuck me, if you want to."
"Then let me take off your clothes, honey. I wanta see that body of yours!"
Like any muscle man in the world, he was perfectly willing and even eager to let a female drool over his great body. So, while she yanked at his shirt buttons, he took off his coat and pushed his pants and shorts down to his ankles. She wasn't satisfied with that. She wanted him stripped to the buff. She wanted to be able to kiss his toes if she wanted to.
"Take off your shoes and socks, baby," she hissed, her voice a knot of lust in her throat. She ran her fingers over his naked chest, feeling the hard-packed muscles everywhere she touched.
While he worked on getting his shoes and pants all the way off, Sara hopped up from the sofa and tore out of her own clothes. When she came back on the sofa with him, they were both as nude as babies-but what a damned stud-muscled baby she had on her hands.
She knew right then and there that if she was that dumb Priss, she would keep this masculine marvel chained to the bedpost, feed him pheasant and champagne, and fuck him around the clock.
"Mmmm," she murmured, feeling his arms and shoulders and reaching her mouth down to lightly lick the hard male nipples that peaked his pectorals. He seemed to like having his chest kissed, so she worked on him for awhile. She smeared her tongue all the way across his powerful, hairless chest, pausing only at the nipples so that she could tease and lick them into nail-heads of lust. Then she moved further down his gorgeous body, lapping and licking with the point of her tongue until she reached his navel. She bored in until he giggled with ticklish joy.
Meanwhile, the movie was rolling away. And the stuff the heroine was doing now with two teen-aged boys from some poolhall was enough to ignite the celluloid. As Greg stared greedily at the screen-being pleasured both by Sara's tongue and the fucking in front of him-his prick rose straight up between his legs and throbbed so that little droplets of salty juice flicked over on his flat stomach.
Sara fondled his balls with her right hand as she went after that prefucking liquid oozing out of the end of his cock. First she licked it off his stomach, using the flat of her tongue like a brush. Then she ovaled her mouth around the head of his cock and sucked with gentle, pumping movements. His cock twitched and jumped between her suctioning cheeks like a young boy's.
"You're gonna make me cum," he husked. "Don't you want to fuck me?"
She lifted her mouth up reluctantly from the tasty stiffness of his prick, leaving the plump, pink head of his cock glistening with warm saliva.
"I don't wanta ball you on this damned sofa," she wheezed, remembering for the first time in a long time that Lin was still waiting in the closet. "Let's go do it on the bed where it's comfortable!"
By now Greg was too horny and hot to argue. She pulled him up by his arms and then got behind him and pushed him toward the bedroom by placing her palms on his small, hard buttocks and forcing him to walk. He had not once touched her, and ordinarily that would have driven her out of her mind. But the innocent way he was acting seemed to be honing her lust for him to a sharper edge. She felt like some dirty-minded old bitch luring a male nephew or boy-next-door into her bedroom. She wanted him to be passive! She wanted to do all the fucking herself, and let him just lie there and enjoy it.
Sara didn't dare glance at the closet when she pushed her horny stud into the bed. But she knew Lin was there, with those beady, almond eyes popping out at the sight of a beautiful male with a hard-on between his legs.
"How do you want to do this?" he offered. He was spread-eagled in the middle of the dainty bed, his hands behind his neck.
"Like I said, doll," she slurred, "I'll do all the fucking and keep you pure and innocent for your wife!"
He grinned guiltily and little coral blushes of anticipation appeared on his cheeks. "Fine with me. But suppose that Chinese gal comes in while we're doing this?"
"Don't worry about that. I locked the door."
"You shouldn't have done that. Maybe I'd like to try a little slanted pussy."
Sara's ears picked up on the lusty language he was using now. So to make sure he didn't lose his steam, she crawled quickly on the bed and got between his legs on her hands and knees. Right in front of her was that thick, iron-stiff cock. The thick shaft stuck up in the air from the black bush of his pubic hair. The velvety-pink plum of the glans was still moist from her sucking.
"Want me to talk Chinese to that pretty thing?" she purred, grinning up at him from around his standing prick.
His eyes were crackling with lust now, and her warm breath on his proud prick was making him so lecherous that his balls were quivering.
"Lick it, you crude bitch," Greg husked.
She grinned all the more, feeling the lips of her pussy expanding with joy at the coarse way she had driven him to talk.
"You lift those husky legs of yours up in the air," Sara whispered, "and I'll lick on your balls, too!"
The invitation to a waltz of lust was one he found impossible to turn down. With a groan of raw need, he shot both of his muscular legs into the air, forming a powerful V. Then he clamped both his hands under his buttocks and lifted his ass a few feet off the bed, and thus allowing his nuts to hang down over his anus.
With the itch of a true-born nympho, Sara nuzzled her mouth up between his legs and began to lap and kiss his balls. She spaded her tongue in and out of her mouth, grinning wickedly as she sponged and caressed his swelling nuts. To show him just how far she was willing to go to please him, she lifted his gleaming nuts with one hand and licked gently into the dark bud of his asshole.
"Christ!" he rasped. "I love that. Keep that up!"
She kept doing it to him, darting the point of her tongue a bit deeper into his expanding rectum with each thrust. In the meantime she played with herself, massaging and rubbing just the pouting lips of her pussy with her left hand. Now and then she teased the erected knob of her clitoris. Sara knew that Lin was watching from the closet. It made it just that much more fun to know that she was heating Lin's horny young brain.
"Suck me a little," he begged, easing his legs back down almost over her shoulders. "Suck me real good. Then crawl on my prick and fuck the shit out of me!"
She went back to her favorite pastime of licking and blowing young men's pricks. And he was Grade-A, government inspected meat. By holding his stiff prick at the root, she was able to lick the tasty cock from one end to the other. She licked it savagely and gently, backward and forward, frontways and sideways. By the time she had worked her way up to the bursting purple head, Greg was ready to be eaten alive.
"Suck it, whore!" he panted, bucking his hips until his cock was fucking upward toward her open mouth. "Go down on me! Eat me! Milk me!"
With a gurgling, gulping noise Sara took almost all of his throbbing prick into her throat and began to pump up and down, moving her head back and forth to increase the friction of her revolving tongue. It was the best goddamned blowjob he had ever had. His cock was on full stretch, stiff enough to batter through steel plate. His animal moans of pleasure whipped up her own passions, and while the bedsprings creaked in complaint she went after his storehouse of sperm like a hog after slop.
Her face was dark and flushed. Her hair was hanging over her brow. Her cheeks were bloated with the full column of his rigid cock. But she kept sucking faster and harder. She wanted what he had in his balls. She had licked those sexy bags of juice, and now she wanted him to empty them down her throat. She didn't have long to wait.
With a snarl of demented lust, Greg wrapped his muscular legs around her neck and held her pumping head at its task. One second before he actually came, he slapped both hands around the sides of her head and forced her to suck him so deep down that her nostrils were smothered with his pubic hair.
He gave Sara his cum. It came blasting out of his exploding balls with such force that she gagged and sobbed in her greedy fury to swallow it all. Her tongue and mouth made smacking, slurping noises for a full minute while she sucked and milked every delicious drop from his discharging prick. And even when she thought she had got it all, he pulled her back down and let another hot spurt of sperm fill her mouth. When he was really finished, she kept moving her clasping lips up and down the oily, swollen pole of his cock. She teased it along, making it keep its hardness by using her tongue in kittenish, tickling maneuvers. He had some fun, but she still wanted to have hers. She still wanted to crawl on his beautiful body and fuck him with her hot pussy.
Her lusty technique worked. Instead of growing soft and limp between his legs, Greg's prick stayed dutifully hard. By the time she slipped her mouth off the glistening head, his prick was like a slab of stone. While he lay under her, Sara threw one leg over his hips and guided his cock up between the drippy maw of her thighs. Her cunt was so hot and lubricated that it swallowed up his whole tool in one lascivious gulp. She loved the feel of his stiff cock inside of her.
With a slack, dreamy grin she leaned back until her hands were clasping his ankles, jutting out her tits and tummy until her nipples were poking out like ripe red plums. He reached up and rubbed her stomach with the palm of his hand. Then he used both hands to play with her tits. He stroked and pulled them until they were so damned swollen that she thought they would spurt milk.
"Fuck me, baby," he whispered. "Ride me... pump some hot cum out of my-JESUS!"
Sara twirled her head around just in time to see Lin staggering nude out of the closet. Her almond eyes were glazed with what Sara first took to be anger, but gratefully realized was nothing but lust. Greg's eyes kept popping as he watched the petite female stroll over to the bed, her smallish breasts hard and pointing. Her deeply-clefted pussy looked like a scarlet gash in the mossy puff of her cunt.
"Uh, Lin, I'd like for you to meet Greg," Sara said, idiotically.
But it was a shade late for formalities. Without a word of warning, Lin crawled up on the bed with them and positioned herself so that her cunt was directly over Greg's gasping mouth. In order to keep from being choked by her inflamed young Pussy, he had to hold her up by her buttocks, the way a strong acrobat holds up his partner.
"I've had enough to watch," Lin breathed, raggedly, "and now I want to have some fun, too!"
"Fine with me, honey, if it's okay with Greg. Hey, Greg, can you hear me down there?"
Lin was facing Sara, but Sara could see Greg's chin peeking out from under the pubic hair whiskering Lin's proud little cunt.
Greg didn't answer, but suddenly Lin's startled tongue came slathering out the side of her mouth. Her eyes rolled in pleasure. Obviously Greg had started eating his chop suey for the day-even if he was using only one big chopstick.
It was something not even the dirty movie had thought of. Sara was astride Greg's gorgeous male body. Greg was bestially sucking out Lin's Lesbian cunt. Lin was facing Sara so that they could kiss while Sara fucked the thick cock. What more in the world could any of them have asked for?
As Lin bent her rosebud mouth down to gently suck Sara's distended nipples, Sara began to slowly, lusciously move her pussy up and down on Greg's throbbing prick. Then Sara did happen to think of something she would like in addition to the whorish pleasure she was getting from this shameless threesome. She would have liked a camera-just so she could see the expression on Priss' girlish young face as she recognized the husky playmate on the bottom!