“What do we taste like?” she asked.
The prospect of taking a stranger’s selfish cum in my mouth disgusted me, but the thought of humiliating myself for Billy, of willingly submitting to her unprovoked cruelty, of giving the filthy bitch exactly what she wanted, was too compelling. I pushed my nose onto her spunky clitoris and extended my tongue to lap at her sodden hole.
She threw her head back and groaned loudly and unashamedly. My nostrils filled with the gluey proof of her adultery and my tongue carried the crude, musky slime to my taste buds. Neither of us made any move to change direction, and for a moment I hoped that this filthy, immoral act would never end. I felt that my humiliation was complete, that together we had plunged to the glorious depths of my depravity, but Billy suddenly changed that perception with three simple words; “wank for me”.
I straightened myself, tore my fly open, thrust my jeans and boxes to my knees, and dove straight back into her steaming pussy, yanking my cock at her feet.
“Good boy” she cooed. “I know how you like to masturbate”
I did not respond, just continued to lap at her sacred pussy while I desperately pumped my fat boner.
She let me gorge myself for a moment, then added; “why else would you think I wanted you to have the room with the key hole?”
The horror of knowing that she had watched me spray myself in my own cum, and the way that the dirty confession tumbled thoughtlessly from her mouth, were enough to tip me over the edge, and my cock erupted. Spurt after spurt of spunk collided with my chest, the underside of the chair and her silky stockinged calves. I grunted my humiliation into her soaking vagina time and time again, and she quickly flicked her fingers across her clitoris, held my head in position with her other hand, and brought herself off on my face. Finally, when she had shuddered through her orgasm and a series of aftershocks, she released her grip on my head and allowed me to pull back and breathe.
We rested for a moment, then Billy uttered; “oh my god, that was the best orgasm ever”.
“Mine too!” I admitted. Then, quickly, Billy pulled her phone out of her little sequinned handbag and took a snap of my sodden face. “Just for us” she said.
I didn’t protest, just admired her filthy, slutty pussy for a moment longer until she closed her legs and shakily stood.
“You’d better clean that mess up!” she laughed, pointing to the slime I had deposited below her chair, “I’ll see you in the morning”
To my surprise, later that night as I lay in bed recalling the events of the evening, I heard the unmistakable sound of Billy’s bed rocking beneath her as she masturbated, and I treated myself to another intense spunk shower.
We repeated that night regularly over the next couple of months, and even on the occasions where she didn’t find the right man to fuck, she would still make me masturbate while I ate her. Then, one summer evening, Billy announced that she was inviting a friend around and that she wanted me to be there for the evening too. She refused to give me any more information, just promising that it was going to be a great evening.
Billy spent an age in the bath that day, then another age doing her makeup and trying on various outfits. She stood in her knickers and bra before me in her cosy bedroom, holding dresses, skirts, blouses and shoes for me to comment on. They all looked great and I nodded at them all. Eventually she settled on an outfit consisting of a little black dress and mid-thigh stockings that looked fabulous on her and somehow made her look even more petite. She re-fixed her makeup, re-fixed her hair, then we sat on the sofa and watched TV for an hour.
She snuggled up to me and I let my head drop so that my mouth and nose rested on her hair, almost kissing her, and drinking in the smell of her perfume and hairspray. At 7:45 she stood up and took me by the hand.
“It’s nearly time,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes, “come with me”.
I followed her up the stairs and I thought we were going to her room, but to my surprise she led me into my own bedroom.
“Take your clothes off and get on the bed” she said.
I complied, but was confused to find that she didn’t join me. She stood by the door and watched me disrobe, then she took the big iron key out of the top drawer where I kept it hidden beneath my underwear, and slotted it into the lock on the outside of the door.
“Don’t make a sound or you’ll ruin everything ok?” She said, “quiet as a mouse and I promise you’ll like how this evening turns out… and DO NOT MASTURBATE… wait until I come back here, then I’ll let you cum”. She flashed me a smile, closed the door behind her, and turned the key in the lock.
Billy waited downstairs for her guest to arrive and at 8pm sharp I heard the doorbell ring and the front door being opened. There were muffled voices, the door closed, then a short pause before I heard music coming from the front room. It was only 20 minutes before the music went off and I heard two people climbing the stairs and crossing the landing towards Billy’s room.
There was spell of muffled talking and laughing of perhaps, 10 minutes, then I heard Billy give a series of uncomfortable gasps, clearly trying to accommodate something larger than she was used to. She made uneasy noises for a few minutes, then her old Victorian bed frame started to creak rhythmically. It was slow at first but gradually gathered pace and soon the bedframe was grinding loudly – far louder than it ever had while she masturbated, then the headboard started tapping on the wall.
I lay naked on my bed, locked in my room by the girl I adored, and listening to her taking cock. I ached so much for her to pay my own, throbbing cock some attention.
Next I heard the grunting of Billy’s lover and delighted groans from Billy. The banging became noisier and Billy’s voice became louder and clearer.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!” she panted, clearly encouraging her lover, who was already energetically giving her what she wanted.
“Harder! Fuck me harder!”
It sounded like Billy’s lover was already fucking her hard, but with her encouragement he seemed to shift up a gear. The headboard began pounding on the wall whilst the bedframe groaned and rattled beneath them.
I did not dare touch my throbbing hard on in case I immediately spewed my load over my chest while I listened to my sweet Billy being shagged in the room next door. The banging and groaning seemed to last forever until, finally, Billy howled loudly and her lover grunted like a bear several times. The rhythmic pounding of the bed quickly slowed, and all was silent for a while.
I listened hard but could hear nothing but quiet, satisfied laughs and muffled talking for the next 20 minutes, then, again, the bed began to rock. This time there were just a couple of painful groans as he slipped his thick cock into my Billy, then she began her coaxing again, begging that he fuck her hard. Her groans were louder this time and more obscene; “fuck me with your fat cock!, Screw me! Screw my wet pussy! Oh god! Fuck my pussy! Fuck me loudly! Make the neighbours hear us!”
They banged for 10 or 15 minutes, grunting and groaning non-stop, ecstatic and exhausted with the bed frame sounding like it would soon be shaken to pieces. I listened, captivated until, finally, he groaned hard and came, quickly followed by Billy, who cried and gasped as her orgasm shook her.
There was silence again, then to my delight and dismay, after 20 minutes they began fucking again, repeating the previous session with him grunting loudly while Billy’s beautiful mouth liberally spilled filthy words of encouragement, He came again and I pictured him pumping the dregs of his fluids into Billy’s hot, fucked pussy.
Finally, they were finished. They dressed and Billy led her lover along the landing. When they were right outside my room and about to descend the stairs, Billy said; “Hurry! I’ve got to get you out of here before my landlord gets home!”. They rushed down the stairs and I heard him leave, the big Georgian front door banging closed behind him.
I waited in suspense, listening to Billy climb quickly back up the stairs. She slotted the large key into the keyhole of my door, and unlocked it. When she entered the room she looked exactly as I expected her to look; her hair messy, her lipstick and mascara smudged, she glistened with sweat. She stalked across the room toward me in the little black dress that she’d thrown over herself for decency, and a look on her face that made me think she was going to devour me, one way or another.
“Come here quickly” she ordered, sitting on the edge of my bed and pointing to the floor at her feet. I quickly scurried into position, kneeling before her obediently with my hard cock bobbing between my legs. She hitched her skirt up and lifted her bottom off the bed a little.
“I’m going to give you what your heart desires” she promised, “but first I want you to do something for me… pull my panties down and tell me what my pussy looks like after that fuck”.
I eagerly hooked my fingers into the straps of her panties and dragged them down her legs. She lowered her bottom back onto the bed, and when her knickers lay at her ankles, she parted her feet as far as possible within the cuffs of her stretched panties, and spread her legs wide. The crotch of her knickers was soaked with a puddle of thick, fresh, masculine smelling cum. It had left shiny trails down her stockings as I’d dragged her panties down, and I followed those wet lines with my eyes back up to her crotch. Her pussy was the most beautiful and alluring thing I had ever seen in my life – never before had I seen anything that filled me with such mesmeric lust.
My cock strained hard and I felt my pre-cum wetten the end. Her trimmed bush and otherwise hairless mound of perfect pale skin was debased with smears of sticky spunk and framed her orchid like vulva which was spread-wide. Everything within it was red and tumescent, smug and vulgar. Her clitoris stood proud as always, shamelessly proclaiming her arousal, her labia were fat and splayed, and her vagina was a deep, gaping tunnel. Every surface, it seemed, was coated in a combination of dirty, sticky cum and her own divine juices, and a steady stream of thick white globs had stared to leak from her spread passage.
I took a moment to gather my thoughts, then described in every minute detail how perfect she looked; how wonderfully nasty and indecent her used pussy appeared, how her lover’s cum clung to its prize, and how she smelt of men, spunk and sex. She lifted her little dress over her head to reveal her lovely naked breasts, then lay back on the bed and pinched her nipples while I continued. I dug deep into my vocabulary of carnal words, attempting to thrill the whore within her.
“Take a taste” she commanded.
I quickly put my face to her hot crotch. Her slippery vulva eagerly spread around my nose and mouth, and I began to lap the gloopy stream of cum from her abused hole, eagerly guzzling the filthy mess down my throat as though this were my only nutrition. After being fucked so recently, she was hotter and wetter then ever before, and actually tasted of cock.
She let me eat for only a minute or two, then pushed my head away.
She looked me in the eye, manoeuvred herself so that she lay properly on the bed, spread her legs wide and said; “Fuck me”.
I quickly climbed on to the bed and positioned myself between her open legs. She was beautiful in the dusty light that penetrated my thin curtains, her small breasts sitting squat on her chest, her hair tousled on my pillow, eyes brazenly lustful and salacious. She held her arms out to welcome me to her, and I melted into her embrace. My cock engaged instantly with her pussy and I slipped effortlessly inside.
Her hole was hot, but so sloppy and distended that I could hardly feel any friction on my glans. I began to hump her, grinding my groin into hers while my engorged cock squelched in the slippery mess inside her.
She could tell that I could feel very little rub, and it seemed to delight her.
“I chose him because he has a massive cock” she giggled as I furiously hammered at her soaking hole, “I wanted him to ruin me before you got your prick in me… I wanted my cunt to be massive around you… I wanted you to get the sloppiest of seconds. I wasn’t expecting him to have such staying power, but oh my, he fucked me like a jack hammer three times!”
“You are sloppy!” I grunted, “your pussy is so hot and loose!”
She cooed with my dirty response.
“Tell me I’m a whore!” she cried.
“You’re a whore!”
“Tell me I’m a slut”
“You’re a dirty slut!, a filthy cum-loving tart!, a cheating whore!” I huffed as I pounded my prick in and out of her lovely, dirty cunt, “You’re cock tease, a cruel bitch!”
“And you like it!” she laughed.
“I love it!”
“You want it!”
“More than anything!”
“Fuck my dirty hole then, little man, give yourself to me, squirt your little mess inside me!”
My cock seemed almost frictionless within her soiled pussy, but her sordid words and the heat of her sex were enough to tip me over the edge, and I erupted into her, pumping my sperm into her slack and hungry cunt.
I collapsed on her, panting loudly as the spasms of my aftershocks shook my body, my chest pressed against her delightful breasts and hard nipples.
“Did you like that?” she asked, running her fingers through my hair.
“Yes, Billy, it was the best sex of my life!”.
“That’s nice,” she said, imperiously, “I hardly felt a thing. Lisa says I must be the luckiest girl on earth to have a cuckold like you’
