Maxine Wilcox was sitting at home, watching TV when she remembered that she had, had a question for her son. He told her he would be over at the Allan house, but she didn’t want to call over and disturb the Doctor and his family, so she tried his mobile phone.
“Shit,” she said quietly, hearing the ring tone sound from his bedroom. “Well, I guess it won’t hurt to just ask him,” she thought. She had to go to the supermarket anyway, and the Allan house was on the way. She started up the car and drove
halfway around the block, parking in front of the modest, but immaculately kept home. Maxine stood up out of her little coupe, letting the engine run and pulled her trousers up; she loved wearing her husband’s combat trousers, but she was just a size too small for them and she had to watch how far down they slid. She walked up to the house and rang the doorbell.
The thick oak door opened slowly, revealing the maid on the other side. Her size always took Maxine a second to get used to; the women was 6’3″ and had the body of a athlete. ‘All legs and no curves to show them off, the poor thing,’
Maxine thought to herself.
“Maxine? May I help you with something?” the maid asked.
“Carly, is my Marvin here? I had a question for him before I run some errands,” Maxine said, a friendly tone in her voice. She couldn’t help but notice she was staring straight at the taller woman’s chest at this angle, the step into the house making her tower above Maxine even more.
“Marvin? Why no, he hasn’t been here for a few days, as far as I know,” Carly said, a confused look on her face under her blonde mop of loose curls.
‘Fucking Blondes. Why do people persist in reinforcing the stereotypes?’ Maxine thought, a fake smile plastered on her face.
“Well, is Braxton around? Maybe I can talk to him about where Marvin might be?” Maxine said, the chippiness in her voice betraying her thoughts.
“Sure, come on in, I’ll bring him down to the living room,” Carly said, her voice almost bubbly. Maxine nodded her thanks and came in, going to the nicely furnished living room.
She noticed Daisy coming downstairs in a nice silk robe, fresh from a shower, her skin bronze from what was undoubtedly her latest tanning session.
“Hey Ms. W. How’s it going?” she said, toweling her blonde hair dry.
“Pretty good, Dais. Say, has Marvin been around here lately?” Maxine asked. She was oblivious to the fact that Daisy was painfully aware that her combat trousers had slid
down again, exposing both of her pelvic ridges and a nice bit of skin under her belly button. Daisy shook her head with the motion of her towel, clamping her eyes shut, trying to force the arousal from her body before her nipples tented the flimsy material.
“Haven’t seen him. Why, is he supposed to be here?” Daisy asked, forcing her focus on Maxine’s face, trying to not let it drift down her body to her tight red T-shirt with monkeys splashed across where her bra-less tits were stretching the fabric.
“Yeah,” Maxine said, turning her back to Daisy, looking around the posh setting, getting lost in the mahogany woodwork and leather upholstery. Daisy’s eyes were
locked on the twin globes of Maxine’s arse, the very top of
the crack barely starting to appear over the top of the khaki fabric. Her vision was shot down as Maxine realized the trousers were slipping again and pulled them up. Daisy
slunk out of the room, replaced by her younger brother and the maid.
“Um, hey, Ms. Wilcox,” Bryce stammered.
“Oh,” Maxine said turning around. “Hi, Bryce. I keep telling you to call me Maxine,” she said smiling, her hands sliding into the pockets of her trousers.
“What can I do for you, Maxine?” Bryce asked politely.
‘You can start by letting me pop that cherry of yours, you fucking stud. I can’t believe…’ Maxine thought. She heard her own voice cutting herself off, saying, “Well, I’m looking for Marvin and he said he’d be over here. Did he leave already?”
“Uh, yeah. A while ago,” Bryce said, an unwritten rule by his brother to cover for any of his friends went through his mind. Maxine saw his face start to blush and his eyes start to float around the room.
‘That lying little bastard,’ Maxine thought. ‘I wish this bimbo of a maid wasn’t around, I’d give him a what-for. Hey, wait a second…’
“Well, do you know where he might have gone?” Maxine asked, pushing down on the pockets a little bit, exposing more belly to the young man. She’d probably have been
showing off the very top of her bush, if she hadn’t had the damn thing taken off with electrolysis. Bryce’s eyes traveled straight to it, and Maxine smiled, keeping an eye on Carly as she flitted about the room.
“Umm,” Bryce said, blushing profusely.
“Now Bryce, it’s an easy question… And I know it’s 3 in the afternoon and it’s early for you, so the easier, the better,” Maxine said, pushing the fabric lower. She shifted in her
stance, making sure the damn things wouldn’t just fall off; she could feel most of her arse was bare in the conditioned air of the house and she could feel the metal of the belt resting just on the beginning of the cleft between her pussy lips.
‘Ease back, girl,’ she thought, feeling her pussy heat up over the young boy ogling her, his house keeper not 15 feet away, completely oblivious.
“Yes, yes, Ms. W… I mean Maxine,” Bryce said. Maxine kept her legs spread but took her hands out of her pockets. The motion made the combats rise a little and then fall a little further, her pussy barely out of the boys view. She saw him lick his lips. A slight angry look flashed on her face and she motioned at him, getting his attention. She pointed at his eyes and then pointed at hers.
“Bryce, where is Marvin?” Maxine said flatly. She stretched, straining the thinning material covering her tits even farther, her nipples hardening from the cold air, the attention, and
the movement of the material. Bryce was transfixed, his eyes locked to her chest. He shook his head and forced himself to look her in the eyes. Maxine saw Carly turning around and she moved her hands back to her pockets to hike
her trousers back up, but she hiked too hard and she felt the seam divide her lips, the roughness against her moistening pussy and engorged clit gave her a little shiver.
“Is it too cold in here for you, dear?” Carly said, seeing the guest shiver.
“Yes, yes it is,” Maxine said, knowing the controls for the
AC would be located in Dr. Allen’s room upstairs. “I could turn down the AC if you’d like,” Carly volunteered. Maxine nodded and smiled. The blonde didn’t skip a beat as she turned from the room. Neither did Maxine. She
crossed the space between them with cat like grace, the trousers sliding down her hips with each swaying motion.
“Now Bryce,” Maxine said, knowing her heated pussy was almost exposed. She stopped an arm’s length from the boy and put a hand on his shoulder. “I know he’s not here. I know he hasn’t been here,” Maxine continued.
“But, I…” Bryce stammered, his flush almost as red as
“Bryce,” Maxine said, taking his hand. “This is a bum,” she continued, grabbing Bryce’s hand and placing it on her exposed arse. Her muscles quivered at the sudden heat of his sweating palm and she stifled a moan by biting her lower lip, almost unnoticed by Bryce. She felt the hand try to move away, but she held it there. Once she felt the fingers flex, she knew she had him.
“Now Bryce, I know you don’t want to sell out your brother’s friend, but I’ll make it easy for you,” she said, closing the distance between them. Maxine felt her pussy grind against the lump in Bryce’s track suit bottoms, the combat trousers having slunk down enough from Bryce’s hand that the only thing keeping them up was her spread legs. Maxine enjoyed it for
the fact that Bryce’s thick cock head could rub freely on her wet pussy through only a layer of thin nylon.
“Feel that, Bryce?” Maxine breathed against his neck. “I know you feel that because I feel your cock throbbing against it,” she continued the tease, giggling at the feel of his thick cock bobbing when she said ‘cock.’ She ground her pussy against the material, feeling it slicken with her juices.
“He’s not here,” Bryce said, swallowing hard. His eyes were closed and his heart was beating so fast she could see the veins jumping in his neck.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Maxine said in a sultrily tone. She stepped back just enough to feel the dick throb heavily against her clit, a hard sigh coming from her throat as she tried to not cum on the spot. “This, on the other hand,”
Maxine said, reaching into the tented pair of track suit bottoms, “Is as hard as your muscles.” She softly stroked the cock, finding delightfully that it was thickly veined and was easily three of her hand widths long.
“Maybe I’ll have to have Marvin have you over sometime, and then make sure he disappears,” she said, giving his balls a quick fondle. The sound of feet on the steps brought Maxine back out of her fantasy and she stepped back, her hands in her pockets, pulling the trousers back up quickly.
“I guess it was a bit chilly in here,” Carly said with a giggle. “It had been set on 60 degrees!” She added, still bubbling with girlish laughter.
“Well, I need to be on my way, anyway. Thanks for
everything, Carly,” Maxine said, her nipples standing at full attention and puckering, the heat in her belly over-riding the cool air. Carly moved to the kitchen and Maxine turned to leave.
“And thank you, Bryce,” she said. Her left hand gave his stiff cock a good rub through his bottoms as if she were shaking his hand and her right dipped into her combats and gathered a
fingerful of her pussy juice. She showed it to him, let him see it glistening in the light and then sucked all the cum from it, closing her eyes and working her tongue over the sensitive
finger. “Thank you so very much,” she said, dipping the finger in again, but this time, wiping the honey on his lips before giggling and walking out the door, letting Bryce get a solid look
at her firm arse as she swayed out to her car.
Storm Dixon left church as quietly as she had when she came in. She wasn’t ready to go home, her mind suddenly distracted from a scent that she recognized blowing in the wind. She’d stepped out of the church, breathed deep the fresh air, always wondering why church smelled of sex. She
often would shrug her shoulders and continue her walk towards home, but today was different, today she smelled him.
Her gaze went to the cemetery and she walked to his grave. Her sorrowful look fell over the plot, nicely trimmed and cared for. She bent down and pulled a weed that was trying to make its home at the corner of the marble headstone.
Storm wouldn’t allow it. Her long fingers, with pink polished tips, ran over the cool marble. It was soothing to touch, the shade of the tree eased the heat of the day from her shoulders and for a moment she felt him with her.
“Sherlock,” she whispered, almost believing he was there, smelling her perfume, as well as hearing her words. Storm thought of the last day they had seen each other. He’d kissed her goodbye, on his way out of town for business, their wedding just two weeks away. She recalled his touch, the feel of his hands and she felt a hot tear run down her cheek. Soon several were falling and her body wracked with grief.
She slipped to her feet and traced the letters of his name. “Sherlock Walker”. Her mind froze up as she could see his face and she smelled his scent again. She turned to look around, noticed others leaving the church, finally emptying the car park and leaving her alone. Turning she rested on her arse, leaned against the marble stone, and whispered into the wind. “I miss you baby.”
Her head fell back and she closed her eyes, soon she was sliding down to the grass to lay over the grave, the cool ground kissing her skin.
Sherlock watched her, his heart pulling at him to go to her, tell her everything, tell her how wrapped up in the community he was, and why he’d done what he did. He saw the church empty, the cars leave, and then he saw her fall asleep. He made his way towards her, easy movements, stealth like; his
training taking over. Once he reached her side, he looked down on her sleeping form and eased himself to his knees.
She was still beautiful; just as sexy as she was the day he disappeared and the police arranged his “death”. Now they needed him back, needed him to infiltrate Cherry Hill again. His finger ran over her cheek, the barest touch being sure not to cause her to wake up. He lay down beside her, breathed in her scent and thought how odd it looked. To lay on your own grave holding the last woman you’d made love to before you were “killed” and not be able to touch her, or tell her your home.
Storm rolled over in her sleep, snuggled into the warmth that she thought was the blankets in her dreams. She breathed deep and the scent of Sherlock began to tantalize her mind.
She moaned softly, snuggled deeper, and sighed his name. Her fingers moved over his chest, the blanket in her mind, and she curled her fingers around the soft material.
He held his breath while she settled back into him. He should leave her, go back to the rat infested hotel or find that slut Sasha Meckenzie Wilcox and find his cock a place to rest for the day and night. Sherlocks’s lips found the top of her head and
he kissed it softly. She smelled the same, sweet like honey. His hand moved to ease under her head giving her a pillow. His other hand moved to her hips and he slowly eased her to her
back. He stilled his movements once she was rested against the grass once more. Sherlock’s eyes traveled down her body, her breasts firm, her waist tiny, her short legs were a beauty to behold and his cock stirred at the memory of the one time they’d been wrapped around his throbbing cock. It was the first and only time they’d made love. Two days later he was pulled from Cherry Hill and “died”.
Storm’s dream floated between reality and make-believe. She felt the air stirring against her skin. Her mind told her she was outside, but she didn’t let herself wake up. She wanted to be next to Sherlock, it was where she belonged. It was no surprise when her dream took her back to their last night. She could feel him beside her, feel his hand upon her skin and her legs opening up awaiting for his arrival.
Sherlock bit his lip as he smoothed his hand over her thigh, slowly working his way up to her panties. “Wow,” he thought to himself. “She smells beautiful.” His palm splayed over her panties and he rubbed the mound gently, barely a whispered touch against her skin. Sherlock watched her face, making
sure to stop if he thought he was making her wake up. His name fell from her lips and he knew she was dreaming of him. He smiled and eased a finger between her skin and the silk. He wanted to lift her skirt and see the color of them, but he knew he couldn’t so his fingers moved over the soft
blonde curls, curls he’d often teased and pulled with his teeth, but only once invaded with his shaft.
She felt the warmth of his fingers and her body rose up, the dream full of his smell and his touch. Storm moaned, felt the long fingers move over her now moist pussy hairs and tease them like he’d done in life. She dreamed of him often,
but this time was the first time that it had felt so real. Her fingers moved in her sleep to slide to her nipples and she touched them, softly rubbing them as her dream lover rubbed her.
Slowly he teased her pussy with his fingers, played with her clit, massaged the lips with lazy movements, so easy and gentle that she remained lost in her mind. His fingers moved further, searching for a hidden place to stroke and love, a place he’d often thought about on the nights he was alone, or in the bed of another. He brought forth more slick moisture and increased his tempo with every thrust of his fingers, making sure not to push hard into her, letting her become one with him again.
He’d watched her since he was called back into action. He immediately learned all about her. He knew she’d been with no one, his whole body jerked in response to that knowledge and he bent his head to taste her lips again. His tongue snuck in and he took a timid taste before withdrawing the warm moist muscle. He stroked her pussy, loving the sides, scrapping them with his nails, and watching her body begin to buck against his hand for more.
Storm felt the passion building inside her, felt her body begin to climb a hill that threatened to make her fall and stumble down. She lifted her hips, squeezed his fingers, and called out his name. The dream hovered inside her and she clenched
her eyes shut refusing to give up her orgasm or her dream state. She felt the driving force of Sherlock’s fingers impaling her and her fingers curled into the covers on her bed… The grass and dirt clogged her nails, but she didn’t notice, lost in the passionate pulls of love that her dream lover was giving her.
Sherlock watched her cum, felt the rolling waves cover his fingers and he ached to plunge his cock deep into the folds of her pussy. When she shuddered one last time, he knew he had to leave her. His fingers slipped out fast, he rolled to his back and within seconds was quietly and swiftly skirting behind gravestone markers, leaving the beautiful blonde alone in the aftermath of her dream.
Storm opened her eyes, barely able to focus. For a moment she thought someone was there with her, but she looked around and saw no one. Her hands moved to her pussy and she
found it wet with cum. She brought the wet fingers to her nose, breathed deep and cleaned the fingers. “Sherlock,” she whispered, rose from her place on the ground and looked back at his gravestone. “I love you.”
Lascelle’s computer screens were filled with tiny images of live video footage. Most of them were pretty quiet. His neighbors, Armando and Maryvonne were busy tongue fucking each other while their mother, undoubtedly listening to her kids through the thin apartment walls, was slowly masturbating herself with a 15-inch jelly cock. She looked like she was mumbling sweet nothings in Spanish and Lascelle seemed to catch her in mid orgasm. Subconsciously, his hand moved his mouse to click the record button of those two screens.
Kaiser’s place was surprisingly quiet. The 6 cameras he specially installed in her various rooms usually caught her in
some state of undress, wandering around her house, coffee in hand, her juicy crimson pussy open to the air. Today was not that day, however, and that was very odd.
“It’s Sunday, though,” Lascelle said, his cock twitching at the thought of what she might be doing and where. “That women
would park in a disabled spot just to fuck the officer to get out of the ticket,” Lascelle said out loud. He made a mental note to go back and check the outside cameras later incase she’d been sunbathing and he’d missed it.
With a click of the mouse buttons, the screens shifted to a new series of videos. The willowy Asian neighbor came up and Lascelle’s hand immediately made the video full screen and hit the record button.
One of the Krest punks, Tony or whatever his name was, was plowing into the silken haired pussy. She was bent in half, her knees spread wide apart and holding her pussy at waist level over the back of the couch. Tony was obviously
his father’s son, and his 9-inches sloshing in and out of her wet pussy looked like a glistening third-arm pounding into her crotch. Judy was baked out of her mind, her stomach twitching as the pole rode in and out of her. She was still puffing on a joint as her body was rocked, her shoulders
threatening to slip off the edge of the couch.
Tony sped up, slamming his dick into the Asian pussy, and Lascelle could swear he could almost see that strong cock bulging within her as she was assaulted relentlessly. Judy started to scream, her voice would have reached Lascelle’s
ears had he not soundproofed his apartment so well. Lascelle was so captivated by the vision before his eyes that he didn’t even notice his erection until it bobbed against his wrist. He almost jumped at the sensation of surprise and pleasure, his coffee threatening to spill into his lap.
Tony started to slow down and Judy, in her clearly baked state, shook her head, but seemed to be writhing in ecstasy. Tony started shouting at her, and he reached down, looking like he was going to hit her. Instead, he grabbed a fist full of her silken black hair and pulled her up as he jerked his cock out of her abused pussy. She was almost bent in half before
she slid off the couch, her open mouth catching the tip of Tony’s dick in time to catch the throbbing cock’s white hot cum.
“Oh fuck, I got to get those two in here. I’d make a fucking killing,” Lascelle said, his own cock throbbing as he watched Judy struggle to swallow Tony’s load. Most of it seemed to dribble out around his cock, dripping down her modest chest and running down her still-twitching stomach to pool
in her belly button. Lascelle was impressed with the load, especially since some of it had to have been shot straight down to her stomach.
Tony’s orgasm rocked his body, and when he seemed to come down from the high, he brought the handful of hair to his cock and wiped it off, dropping the stained locks when he was satisfied. Judy just knelt where she was, looking
dreamily about the apartment until she found her joint, still smoking, next to her on the floor. It hit her lips and Tony pulled his trousers up, barely covering his thick pubes. Krest had a well-muscled torso and he let as much of it show as
he could get away with.
“Mental note,” Lascelle said out loud, “bug the Krest house better. As fucked up as that family is, everyone except Dad’s probably getting drilled by that.”
Lascelle’s eyes were starting to float away from the screen, searching the other two monitors in the room. He didn’t get half way through the first before something caught his eye
and he snapped back to the Japanese slut’s apartment.
Tony pulled something from behind the counter top. He was apparently quite mad about it, and pulled another package, and another, and another.
“Oh shit,” Lascelle said, his hard on melting instantly. “That’s all fucking weed. There’s got to be 10 kilos of it there!” Lascelle started scrambling for a pen and some paper, making notes
on the back of a discarded envelope. “Gottcha you little cum slut,” Lascelle said with a note of victory. His head kept dipping down to the notes and back up to the scene unfolding before him; Tony was stuffing the plastic-wrapped parcels of weed into a bin bag, shouting at Judy who seemed to be way off in La-la Land. He glanced down
at his notes again and saw a face in the far corner of his
“Oh fuck. You are not supposed to be here,” Lascelle Kincade said, mumbling as his voice almost cracked. He pulled up the video feed from outside Storm Dixon’s house to a full screen and he started taking screen captures. “Sherlock Jacobsen. You son-of-a-bitch.”
Voletta Evans hurried to her bedroom, knowing full well
what her roommates would be doing. She closed her bedroom door, locked it and quickly pulled her clothes off. She was in her bed, toy in hand and legs open before the others even made it into the house. Her ears strained to hear them
talking. A resounding knock made her jump. “Yeah?” she
called out, knowing it was one of the girls checking on her.
“You feeling okay?” Zosima Thomas asked.
“I’m coming down with the flu, I think. Just gonna lay here and try and calm my stomach. I’ll be fine though, thanks for asking,” Voletta answered back. Mentally though, she was anything but fine. She knew her friends were going to screw
each others’ brains out. She’d listened to them fuck for several months and as desperately as she wanted to join them, she just couldn’t get over the feeling it was wrong. She was also human and when she was able to listen, she did and she enjoyed it immensely.
“Well, if you’re sure. We’ll just try and stay quiet. We’ll watch a movie or something else will come up,” Zosima answered back. “You just get to feeling better.”
“Thanks, and don’t worry… I’ll be better in no time,” Voletta told her. She listened to her friend mutter something and walk away. Soon the sound of behind her bedroom wall, closest to her bed were coming through loud and clear. That
could have been because Voletta had purposely drilled a small hole through the wall and on some occasions she’d peek through it and watch the group fuck. Today though she wanted to act on sound and nothing else.
“How is she?” Holly Grimms asked Zosima when she walked into their shared bedroom. She was pulling off her heels and tossing them in the wardrobe when her roommate and best
friend came in.
“She says she’s got the flu, so she’s resting. She’ll be fine, I’m sure. How are you though?” Zosima asked. She walked towards her, slowly opening the buttons of her dress and exposing her nipples.
“I was fine until you started doing that,” Holly said and
reached out to help Zosima finish the process of undressing. “Wow, I’m so wet. Why does church make me so horny?” Holly asked.
“Because you’re a slut,” a third voice chimed in. The girls turned and smiled at the final roommate that lived in the house of sin. Hadley Hughes sauntered in and the ladies let their eyes wonder down to his hard cock that was tenting his boxers. “You’re both sluts, aren’t you?”
The girls smiled and both nodded their heads. Zosima pulled her dress off and Holly finished stripping. “Do you need to feel how slutty we are?” Zosima asked.
“Or taste how slutty we are?” Holly added.
Hadley laughed and pulled his boxers off. “Feel, taste,
watch… It’s all good to me.”
He stood in the center of the room and watched the two girls move towards him. His cock jerked and jumped at the sight of four breasts swaying, four nipples hard and perky, two mouths, two tongues and two glistening pussy’s closing the distance between them. “I’ve got to be the luckiest man in Cherry Hill.”
“Mmm…,” Zosima moaned and slipped down to her knees. “Really? Wouldn’t it be nicer though if Voletta was here. You could pop her cherry and then fuck all three of us.” Her lips wrapped around his balls, just as Holly sat down on her knees and began to bob up and down on his hard cock.
Voletta heard them talking and then heard the familiar
sounds of wet mouths and grunts that came from Hadley’s throat. Her eyes had shot open when she heard Zosima say something about Hadley popping her Cherry and then them fucking all together. Her fingers had only been petting her pussy, now though she reached for her vibrator. She shoved it
into her pussy, the rabbit lay against her clit and she
pressed the two separate control buttons until they
reached maximum speed. She wasn’t wasting time. She wanted to cum and she wanted to cum loads.
She heard the girls calling themselves sluts and whores. Hadley did too and she imagined them calling her the humiliating names. “Yeah, I’m a slut. Make me your slut, fuck me hard and fast,” she whispered to her empty bedroom. Voletta pushed the cock harder into her pussy and took her
other hand, wrapped her lips around the vibrating rabbit and grounded it against her clit.
The vibrations rolled through her system and she started lifting her hips up and down as she fucked herself. She strained to concentrate on both her actions as well as what was going on behind the door. Her pussy was slick with juice and yet she felt like she was missing something.
A thought occurred to her and she quickly pulled her toy from her pussy. Shoving it into her mouth she began to wash it with her tongue, imagining it was Hadley’s dick. As she did this, she was reaching with one hand to pull her night stand drawer open. A bottle of warming lube was soon in hand and she pulled out her washed cock from her eager lips. Once she had it coated in the hot lube, she shoved it all back in her pussy, returned the pulsing action to max and began to ride
the waves of lust as she listened to Hadley cry out he was going to cum.
Zosima and Holly grinned. They sat back on their legs and opened their mouths. Hadley shot his first stream of cum on them both, waving his cock in front of them and letting the white hot seeds arc in the air. He watched with glee as his fluids let loose again and the ladies were there to willingly suck it from each others mouths and chins. A third he aimed and waved back and forth over their tits, which he knew they’d be cleaning off when they moved to the bed. When
he was empty, they did just that.
“Fucking love your cum,” Zosima told Hadley. “But I love eating off of Holly more,” she added with a laugh.
“I love watching you,” Hadley told her and headed to the bed with the women. “Do you think she’s really got the flu?” He asked, nodding towards the bedroom wall, where they
knew Voletta rested, on the other side.
Holly chuckled, “If she doesn’t have the flu than I hope she’s enjoying the sounds of our screwing.”
The group laughed and Hadley lay down on his side. “Well, right now she’s only listening to my two sluts talk. Get to work. You’ve got to make this cock hard again.”
The two ladies grinned and Zosima pushed Holly down. She slid her body over her friend’s and turned so she could straddle her hips with her arms. “Like this boss?” Zosima asked, giving a wink to Hadley.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned and watched Holly grab Zosima’s arse cheeks, spread them and begin teasing the tight puckered
hole. “Oh fuck yes. God that is so hot. Tongue her arse, you dirty whore.”
Holly began to fuck Zosima’s tight entrance and she bucked her hips when she felt Zosima begin to eat her out. “That’s right bitch, eat my pussy. You love it,” Holly said and then slapped Zosima’s arse. Zosima bucked back and shoved her arse closer to Holly.
Hadley watched as the two women fucked each other. His eyes bulged out as Holly moved from Zosima’s arse to her pussy and then he’d shift so he could watch Zosima’s face devour Holly’s pussy.
Voletta heard the words and had already came once and
was on the edge of climaxing again. “Ohhh… Ohhh fuck yes. Suck my arse hole, slap my arse. I’m such a dirty girl. Make me
your dirty girl. Fuck me…” She cried out, her voice rising and falling as her fake dick pounded her pussy and the rabbit drummed her clit.
Her juices were falling down the length of her toy and
covering the box where the control pad was. It was slippery and she used her muscles to make sure the toy didn’t fall out of her wet hole. She continued to drive it in deeper and hold tighter to it. She felt the spinning balls that made the cock
twist and they bit into her skin. She imagined them to be Holly and Zosima’s fingernails, scrapping the fleshy sides and she screamed out as she was cuming. “YES! OHH FUCK
ME! HARDER! OHHHHH!!!”
The group on the other side of the wall stilled for a moment and Hadley smirked. “When’s the next big party here in Cherry Hill?” he asked.
The girls smirked. “It’s just around the corner,” Zosima said and ran her tongue over her lips.
“I think its time Voletta came to one, don’t you?” Hadley asked.
“Definitely,” Holly said and inserted two fingers into Zosima’s arse. She slowly began to pump in and out of her, bringing another moan from the woman. “You like baby?” she whispered and then bit down on Zosima’s right cheek.
“Ouch, you slut,” Zosima hissed and bit down on Holly’s clit.
Holly slapped Zosima’s arse harder and swore at her. She bit her again, which in turn had Zosima biting her back.
“I love this,” Hadley said as he watched the two women
add pain to their pleasure. Soon they were cuming again. His cock was shooting cum all over their bodies as they were gushing and squirting all over their respective partners face.
Voletta hadn’t missed the words and her face was crimson as she thought of what would happen if she gave in and went to the party and let herself get screwed. She decided she’d do it and with that decision another thought rolled through her mind, this one making her cum… How many people would be there and how many could she get to fuck her.
“Wow, I’m such a slut,” she whispered and climaxed again as she imagined the gang bang she was suddenly hoping would
Neci was in her living room, watching the TV Guide
channel, trying to find anything worth watching.
“Fuck,” she sighed, “middle of the afternoon on Sunday. Not even a good fucking film on.” She thought for a moment and a devilish thought crossed her mind. “Maybe I can find something to do after all,” she continued to herself. Got up,
her light flannel sleeping clothes whirling around her slender body with her motions. She almost skipped as she entered her kitchen and stood before her titanic refrigerator. A
shiver ran through her body as she thought of all the goodies it held. Neci’s slender hand came to rest on the handle, but after a second’s pause, it slid to the left, opening the freezer half instead.
All manner of frozen junk food was present. Ice cream bars, chocolate puddings, pop ices, frozen chocolate
bars, tray upon tray of ice cubes, and tubes of cookie dough on most of the shelves, but so was frozen vegetables, fruits, deserts, and even a summer sausage that was as thick as her forearm. Her body shivered but the fire in her
belly reminded her of the same thought she always had when she ran her fingers over the slick brown rind.
“Not today, big guy. Not today,” she said, her fingers tickling over the three-inch diameter meat, the sensation running right through her to her rapidly soaking pussy walls. Instead
her hand found itself wandering over to the king-sized ice cream cone which had laid in her freezer for far too long. She had
intended to use it during finals, but she ended up just fucking her professor for the grade anyway. Neci’s knees grew weak at the sight of Dr. Reynold’s face covered in her cum.
She moved into the back of her house, entering the small den that she’d converted from the spare bedroom. It was her favorite porn room; all of her toys were in there as well as her assorted collection of DVD’s, VCR tapes, and an extremely abused recliner, as well as a 36 inch TV, identical to the one she had in her living room.
Neci’s clothes started coming off as she walked through the house. The buttons on her flannel top were picked off, the tie around her pajama trousers was undone. Her shirt opening slightly with the movements of her traveling through the house, her already errect nipples delighting in the movement of the fabric as it caught on her sensitive skin. She was suddenly aware of the hem in her flannel trousers as
it swished on her inner thighs, the loose draw string allowing the flimsy cotton to work itself over the top of her tingling cheeks. Her whole body was alive, she was electric and fluid at the same time, and her head was already beginning to
swim. She almost made it to her cum-soaked chair before she caught something out of the corner of her eye, something in her neighbor’s window.
“Little cunt’s been watching me, what the fuck,” Neci said, moving to get a better look. She could see knees in the air, spread, and her neighbor’s arms moving. She was obviously fucking herself, and Neci’s mouth started to water. The wrapper was off the ice cream cone in a flash and the bumpy texture was dragging through her pink folds, her heat already melting the frozen chocolate. Neci gasped for air and nearly fell forward, her knees turning to jelly.
“I can’t… Can’t see from here,” she panted. The chocolate was already starting to melt from her heat, she could feel its thick texture coating her pussy, and she knew the feeling well. She pulled the cone from her pussy and licked the combination of melting chocolate and her own pussy from the top, being careful not to lick too hard. Her pussy quivered at the taste and she felt her pussy twitch and start to open and clench, wanting something
desperately to be inside it.
Without a second thought, Neci ran up stairs, cum mingling with chocolate as her juices started to coat her inner thighs. She was through her small house and up stairs to the attic of her bungalow in a flash. There was only one room up
here, a large play area for the children of the former
owners. Neci had not done much with it, she just used it to store a few things, like her telescope which was never pointed star-ward on even the clearest night, and her old couch, which had the noticeable smell of pussy coating it. There was also a small refrigerator in the small room now, which Neci had let turn into a freezer.
Neci, cum now down to her knees, whipped the telescope around and found she could just barely see in the window, and what she saw was pussy. The little redheaded slut had a carpet that definitely matched the curtains; dark red, thick, and curly. It was already matted from what looked like a 10 inch vibrator sinking in and out of her swollen lips as fast as she could make it go, and even better, it even had a little
clit vibrator on it. Neci could see every detail of her slit,
she could see that tight little bitch’s pussy suck tight on the vibrator on every stroke, her inner walls not wanting it to pull out, and she could see her pussy open wide to accept the
invader every time she pushed it in.
Neci’s own hands were not being lazy, either. The frozen ice cream cone slid into the pussy, plunging into the depths of Neci’s pussy, trying feverishly to keep up with the strokes of her neighbor. It wasn’t long and she felt her hand coated in the sweet honey and chocolate mix boiling in her pussy. The slippery cone was twisting in her fingers, alternating between the flat bottom and the bumpy peanut core rubbing and sliding against her clit as the cone plunged in and out of her, in a cycle Neci knew would be ending all too soon.
A chill ran through her body as the caramel coating was
reached, it being a good 20 degrees cooler than that almost completely gone chocolate.
“Oh fuck yeah!” she murmured, her eyes glued to the little furry red pussy 30 feet away. “Fuck that pussy, you fucking slut!” Neci hissed, her hand speeding up to match the pace of the girl next door. “Fuck yes, fuck it!” She
screamed this time, her breath drawing in by ragged gasps.
Then the redhead stopped, Neci’s hand froze, not guided by her brain anymore, simply at one with the invading cock in the pussy before her. She saw the girl’s entire body blush,
goose bumps erupt on her skin like waves of porcupines, and then the dildo was going at full blast. Neci struggled to keep up, having to prop her leg up on the windowsill to allow her the access she needed.
“Oh fuck yes!” she hissed through clenched teeth, her
unblinking eye glued to the vibrator sawing in and out of the pussy before her. She felt her heat building, and she felt the need. Her mind wandered out to the incident this morning when Voletta’s roommate caught her fucking her veggies on
the back porch, and how Neci let her watch. It made her even hotter now, and she had half a mind to let the girl she was watching now know what was going on some how.
“You wanna watch me fuck myself, you little slut?” Neci
screamed, the tension building in her like a pressure behind a dam.
“Your precious Zosima liked watching me fuck my pussy with corn on the fucking cob? You should see what I do with my carrots, you little slut. Those fucking cucumbers out there, those are going straight up your pussy, and while we’re at it,
I’ll break in that tight little pink arse of yours, you fucking bitch!” Neci hissed, her hand a blur. The remaining cone pleasure rod slamming in and out of her pussy was starting to
wilt and bend as it baked in the soaking oven of her creaming pussy.
“You want to watch, I want to watch you. Fair trade, isn’t it?” Neci moaned loudly.
“You want to watch me fuck myself with that fucking
sausage? You want me to eat it after it’s covered in my pussy juice? I’ll do it just to watch that crimson pussy of your’s erupt,” Neci grunted, the cone all but gone now.
Neci saw Voletta cum. Her whole body shook, her hands flew to the vibrator to take it out and then watched her accidentally turn it up instead and her body rocked almost off the bed, her back arching, that delicious pussy shooting
in and out of view, the vibrator sticking out of the pink slit looking wetter and wetter each time Neci caught a glimpse of it.
“Fuck yes! Cum you fucking slut!” Neci screamed loudly. Her hand was a blur as it made circles over her clit, the caramel, chocolate, and occasional peanut slid out of her own pussy and down her thigh, joining the stream of chocolate and cum down her tanned flesh. A puddle was forming under the arch
of her foot. She lost it. Her mind exploded, she felt her
pussy convulse and squeeze the remaining ice cream cone out of her pussy. Her legs shook and her whole body quaked. A low, brutal scream left her lips as she felt her pussy squirt, not like it usually does, but powerful squirts, coating her legs and soaking her fingers.
The last thing Neci remembered was the sensation of floating, her fingers not restraining themselves. Right before
Neci’s head hit the floor after she slipped in the puddle of chocolate, caramel, and cum, she remembered thinking
through her lust fogged brain; “I’m going to fuck that furry red pussy if it’s the last thing I do.”