"Go ahead, Barry. Touch me." She must have been reading the desire in his eyes.
"You're going to get us both in trouble," he said, his mouth watering as the gown reached her belly and revealed the auburn patch of her pubic hair.
"Chile says you've got a beautiful, big cock," Betty said, moving into him until her pubic bush was pressed against the fast-rising lump in his shorts.
"She shouldn't pass that kind of information around unless she wants my cock passed around," he said.
Barry hadn't said so, but he wanted this little red-headed fireball. He had wanted her since the first time he had seen her completely naked on stage. She reeked of sex with every twist and movement of her body. And now, with her cunt caressing his cock through his shorts, he wanted her all the more.
He wasn't sure how Chile stood on his fooling around with the other girls. He guessed that she didn't give a damn, just as long as she got hers. But he didn't want to take a chance and jeopardize his soft deal so soon.
Betty was of a different mind.
"I want this," she whispered, dipping her hand down into the front of his shorts and bringing his rigid cock into the open.
His hands went up to cup her fleshy fits. "Maybe," he said, "maybe we'd better wait."
"Bullshit," Betty replied, smiling. "Just a quickie I'll blow you. Sit down on the sofa."
He fell, rather than sat, on the sofa, and she came down right behind him. She was on her knees between his legs, her hair spread across his thighs and her lips on his cock before he could stop her.
Then he didn't want to stop her.
She shivered. Her warm breath caressed the turgid tip of his cock. He watched her tongue come out, wet and soft and pointed at the tip. His groin throbbed with an intense desire to sink his big bone between the kneeling girl's soft lips and blow his balls deep in her throat.
But he sat still, waiting for her to make love to it.
His balls tightened up as she began. First came the wet, warm tip of her tongue, teasing at the little hole in the top of his glands. Then the feathery touch of her soft lips, moist and warm. Running up and down his swollen meat.
Coating it with saliva until it glistened as though oiled.
Her hand came up to squeeze his testicles as her mouth slaved over his hard masculine length. She titillated him with her tongue, swishing and swirling it, licking it all over his prick. Then her mouth was soft and damp, hungrily, slowly spreading upon his cockhead, opening, the glistening lips parting, widening, stretching to become a ridged ring all around the big head, her head moving forward as she took it all in.
"Ah! That's it, you sweet, beautiful little cock sucker… suck it… suck it!"
She rolled her eyes up at him. With her mouth spread around the crown of his prick, her tongue stroked it as she spoke, slurring the words. "Do you like it?" she gurgled.
"Ohhhh… Betty, honey," he whispered, "can you ever suck a cock!"
He reached down to slide his hands along her cheeks and into her hair. He held her head in place while he ran his cock into it. Her eyes bulged. She made a gagging sound and grasped his thigh desperately, trying to pull back. Her mouth was forced wide, stretched by the thick bar of his cock.
Arching his pelvis into her face, he began thrusting his prick into her mouth.
In and out of her gulping, hot, slippery mouth. His fingertips caressed, then pressed her cheeks firmly so that her stretched mouth was even tighter around the lust-aroused cock that stood high and proud from his groin.
Her nostrils flared and quivered. She was forced to breathe through her nose because her mouth was totally stuffed. Her warm wet tongue was alive and working. She circled his prick, laved his probing head and pulled at it with strong sucks.
With glittering eyes, he watched the beautifully glistening flesh of his cock disappearing into the tight, circular hole formed by her straining lips. He shoved in, burrowing deep for her throat and seeing the skin tighten over her cheekbones. Her distorted, distended jaws worked like bellows as she applied suction. The big pulpy mass filled the cavern of her mouth. His balls slapped noisily against her chin.
He flipped her body over, with his cock still in her mouth, and started fucking her head from above.
He stood over her and rocked, tightening and tensing his buttocks each time he swung his pelvis forward. He let it slither out and paused to give her a chance to swallow and breathe, then shoved her face full of broad, thick cock again.
Though she was being fucked in the face, she worked with him. Her fingers traced out the shapes of his nuts, slid up through the hair of his crotch, and pressed his rumpled sac. She held her mouth open wide, while he guided his massive cock in and out of the wet hole in her face until her saliva drooled down from the corners of her lips. Her lips were stretched taut. His prick felt as though it were being burned.
She rammed her face suddenly forward in a masochistic impalement of her head, almost gagging on the bulging bone as she swallowed it down her throat and sucked hard. His eyes bulged as he stared down at the submissive girl's stretched, working mouth, hollowing around the flaming column protruding from it.
He felt it happen, and he groaned. His hands held her fast. The dams of his lust broke, spurting wildly and madly, shooting off in her beautiful face. It coated her, mouth, gooed it, and her cheeks filled up with the blasting load of sperm.
Groaning and stiffening and shivering, realized he had gotten her, after all.
She'd liked cock, and she'd liked eating it.
As he came he rolled over again and pulled her head completely over his cock, while it continued to spurt hot cum from his balls.
She swallowed. Her eyes snapped wide. His prick continued jerking out its flow of hot, sticky, thick sperm. She swallowed again. Then again, and her throat bobbed as she continued gulping as fast as she could, drinking his sticky cum, taking it into her pretty face and down her throat and into her sweet little belly.
When he released her and stepped back to slide his cock out of her mouth, she had not swallowed it all. Semen was dripping in sticky, shiny white strings from her lips down over her chin and onto her tits.
She knelt there, staring up at him with wide eyes.
"The next time," she said, running her fingers through the fur of her cunt and shoving two of them up her dripping hole, "I want that big hunk of meat up here … Chile or no Chile."
He watched her finger-fuck herself and wanted her again.
The quick blow job had been good, but her pussy would be better.
She stood, as if nothing had just happened between them, and started moving around the kitchen. He watched her body beneath the gown and felt his cock start to rise again. Those luscious thighs and delightful breasts beckoned to him.
He stood and started to move in behind her. His rigid cock was almost touching the material of her gown when the door to Ellie and Natalie's bedroom opened and Ellie stepped into the room.
When she saw, Barry's cock she froze, her eyes fastened to the rigid tool she remembered so well.
Barry stood, looking from one girl to the other, in silence.
"Hi," Betty said, reaching behind her and grasping Barry's rigid prick. "Wanna make it a threesome, Ellie? We'll have to use your bedroom, though."
Ellie gasped, spun, and retreated back into the room, closing the door behind her.
"Shit," Barry said, and climbed into his pants.
"Hey… what's wrong? She won't tell Chile," Betty said.
"I know she won't," Barry said, and slammed through the front door.