by Evan Harder
Hillary grabs ahold of Josh’s shaft and pulls the rest of his cock out of Amber’s asshole. She sucks on the tip, making sure every last bit of cum is extracted from his cock, then releases it.
As Josh collapses onto the couch, exhausted to his bones, Hillary lies down next to him, her back to the cushions, her head beneath Amber’s pussy. He watches intently as Amber shifts until she’s squatting over Hillary, her asshole directly above Hillary’s open mouth, less than two inches away.
Hillary reaches up and spreads Amber’s asscheeks, then waits as Amber’s asshole puckers up. A couple seconds later, a little stream of white cum begins to dribble from Amber’s asshole, dripping into Hillary’s waiting mouth.
Amber runs two fingers down between her legs and slips them into her asshole. After rummaging around for a few seconds, she pulls them out, and shortly thereafter, the trickle of cum becomes a river, pouring out of her asshole and into Hillary’s open mouth, filling it up.
Once the river has run dry, leaving a reservoir of sperm in Hillary’s open mouth, she closes her mouth and swallows all of Josh’s cum in one gulp, smiling up at him the entire time while he watches on in amazement.
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Later, after both of the girls have cleaned themselves up and are heading out the door, they thank Josh for a great time and tell him to stop by again if he’s ever in town. Assuring them that he will, Josh closes the door and immediately heads to bed. He drops on top of the covers, wondering how much longer he’ll be able to keep up with girls who are half his age. Not to mention two of them at the same time. He’s not sure, but he’s damn well going to keep on trying until his dying day. It’s simply too much fun not to.
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ONE HELL OF A FILTHY SPINNER
Taylor is by far the coolest girl I’ve every met.
First of all, she’s truly a super-freak, up for absolutely anything, no matter how perverted or deviant. But what she likes most is rough sex. Slapping, spanking, bondage, that sort of thing. The only catch is she dishes out just as much as she takes. Which scares the hell out most men. But for me it just turns me on more.
Taylor is also vocal as hell. She talks constantly, always telling me what she’s going to do to me and what she wants done to her. With some girls that can get kind of annoying but with Taylor it never does. Because, unlike most girls, the words that come out of her mouth are genuine. Not some trumped up version of what she thinks you want to hear.
I remember the very first time I met her. It was at a party one of my friends were throwing. I didn’t really want to go, as I’m not a big socializer and pretty much just hang out and do my own thing, but they eventually talked me into it. So to combat my inability to mingle, I took control of the keg, content to just sit there and fill up everyone else’s cups while periodically doing the same to my own.
After an hour or so of filling people’s cups, I started to recognize a few regulars, people who were drinking as much as I was. They’d give me a little head nod or a thanks for being the kegmaster and I’d return their brief show of gratitude with a little gesture. Most of the regulars were men. But one was a young woman who couldn’t have been a day over 21. She came over alone every time, got her drink, gave me a little smile, then went on her way.
She was hot as shit, with long hair that was dyed a dark red, and a sexy, angular face. Her makeup was skewed towards gothic without being out of control, with black eyeliner and red lipstick to match her hair, and I could see part of at least one tattoo sticking out at the edges of her clothing. She was dressed like a punk dominatrix, with a tight, black-leather corset, a long, red and black plaid skirt and black leather boots that almost reached her knees. With her four-inch boots on, she was just about my height, which made her right about six feet tall, with a long, lean, but athletic body. Pale skin, perky tits, long legs, toned arms and an incredibly tight ass. In short, my dream woman.
As the night went on I found myself watching her more and more. When she worked the room, it reminded me of myself, staying on the edges, observing more than mingling, occasionally saying a few words here or there but not lingering in one spot for very long. Plus she had a wry little smile on her face the whole time, and that grin, combined with the look in her eyes, was a familiar one. It was a look of detached amusement. I saw it in the mirror all the time.
“Hey,” she said after I’d filled her cup for the sixth or seventh time in that hour. “Thanks for doing this.”
“My pleasure,” I replied with a smile, trying to play things down, like I always did. A small part of me wanted to tell her how I’d been admiring her all evening, but the larger part thought this was a mistake. It would most like come off as at least creepy and possibly even disturbing, a couple of traits that never lead to anything at all except maybe a beat-down. So after holding eye contact with her for a few seconds, I turned my attention to the next person in line.
I expected her to move on like she had all evening, but instead she lingered, even after I started filling up the cup of the guy behind her. Eventually she climbed up onto the kitchen counter and sat atop it, a few feet to my left.
“Do you live here?” she asked as I filled up another cup.
“No,” I said. “I live a couple places down.”
“But the guys throwing the party are your friends, right?”
“Yeah.”
“And I take it you felt obligated to come?”
“Exactly,” I said, laughing under my breath.
“Because you don’t really like these kinds of things, right?”
I turned to look at her. “How did you know that?”
One half of her lips turned up in a grin. “Because I’m a mind reader.”
“Yeah, right,” I said, laughing.
“Actually, it’s pretty apparent to anyone who’s been watching,” she said. “The way you’ve sat here the whole time, filling everyone’s beer without even starting a single conversation, not even pretending to mingle.”
“It’s that obvious, huh?”
She nodded.
“Yeah, I guess it is,” I said, chuckling under my breath. I stood up and walked over towards her, standing beside her, letting everyone fill their own cups from now on. “But let’s get to the more important issue here.”
“Which is what?”
“You’ve been watching me this whole time.”
“That’s right,” she said immediately, and with no shame whatsoever. “Just like you’ve been watching me.”
I started to blush and dropped my eyes.
“Yep,” she said, answering my unasked question. “That was pretty fucking obvious too.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Look, I’m sorry if I made your uncomfortable—”
“If it made me uncomfortable, do you think I’d be over here talking to you about it?” she said.
“No, I guess not,” I replied.
“Actually, I’m flattered,” she said.
“Why is that?”
“Because of all the hot girls at this party, you picked me to watch obsessively.”
“I guess that’s one way to look at it,” I said under my breath but loudly enough to be heard.
“What I want to know is, why me?” she asked.
I shrugged.
“I know it’s not because I’m the hottest one here,” she said in a self-deprecating tone.
“What makes you so sure?”
She tilted her head and flashed me a look of exasperation. “While I appreciate the flattery, it isn’t necessary,” she said. “I want to know the truth. Why me?”
“Honestly?” I said.
“No,” she replied flatly. “I want you to lie to me.” She dusted off her beer before adding, “Yes, honestly.”
“It’s because you remind me of myself,” I said.
“In what way?”
“It’s the way you worked the room,” I said after a brief pause to decide whether or not I wanted to go down this rabbit hole.
“How s
o?” she said.
“It’s hard to explain.”
“Try,” she said.
“You were watching, observing, lingering, not really a part of anything,” I said, still holding back for fear of saying the wrong thing.
“Keep going,” she said.
Fuck it, I thought. Just let it out. And so I did.
“It’s like you think you’re better than everyone else,” I said. “That they’re beneath you somehow. That you’re cooler than them, smarter than them, more evolved than them. But you’re also smart enough to not let them know how you feel. As far as they’re concerned, you’re one of them, even though you know that’s the furthest thing from the truth. And the whole time, you’re trying to decide if it would just be easier if you could be exactly like them: oblivious, banal, satisfied. But you always come to the conclusion that you’re better off exactly who you are, no matter how difficult that can be at times.”
I fell quiet. I was no longer looking at my new friend, but staring blankly at the window and the darkness outside.
“So that’s how you see yourself?” she asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence.
“Yep,” I replied.
“Which also means that’s how you see me,” she said.
It wasn’t really a question but I answered it anyway with a nod of my head. “Although I have to admit, it’s strange saying those things out loud. I don’t think I’ve ever verbalized them before.”
“Me neither,” she said quietly. “But that’s exactly how I see myself too. And, not coincidentally, you too.”
I looked up at her. “So what happens now?”
“Whatever we want.”
“And what is it that you want?” I asked.
“To find someplace a lot more private,” she said.
“Then follow me,” I said, holding out my hand. She grabbed it and I helped her off the counter and to her feet.
“I’m Taylor, by the way,” she said.
“I’m Brian,” I replied.
“I know,” she said. “Now let’s go.”
Five minutes later we were back at my place, making out while groping each other, practically tearing each other’s clothes off. We’d started going at it immediately after closing the front door and were still just in the living room. We hadn’t even bothered to make our way into the bedroom before getting started.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” Taylor said, breaking things off for a moment. She was down to her purple bra and black panties and me to my boxers and socks. Our clothes lay in a heap on the floor next to us.
I unfurled my arms from her body and took a step back.
“It’s not a big deal,” Taylor said after seeing the look on my face. “It’s just . . . I’m not what you’d call a normal girl.”
“No offense, but that doesn’t make me feel any better,” I said, eyeing her sideways. If she told me she was really a guy I was going to flip my lid.
Taylor must have read my thoughts from my expression, as she laughed and shook her head. “It’s nothing horrible,” Taylor said. “I’m not a dude or anything like that.”
“That’s good to know,” I said, trying not to let the depth of my relief show.
“It’s just that I like things a certain way and I’m not shy about telling men what way that is.”
“Well, luckily I’m not a typical dude,” I said, stepping forward and wrapping my arms around her once again. “I’m actually know how to follow directions.”
Taylor smiled widely and her eyes lit up in excitement. “That’s good to hear. You wouldn’t believe how many guys just go and do their own thing without even thinking about what the girl wants.”
“Not me,” I said. “In fact, I’m just the opposite. When I’m in these types of situations, I only want wherever the girl wants. That’s what makes me happy.”
“What’s that?”
“Making them happy,” I said.
Taylor tilted her head and looked at me like I was an alien from another planet. “Are you serious?”
“Completely,” I said.
“That’s not just some bullshit line you’re feeding me?”
I shook my head from side to side. “It’s the honest truth.”
“Damn, Brian, where have you been my whole life?”
“That’s funny, I was wondering the same thing about.”
“I’m not sure where I’ve been,” Taylor said, pushing me back against the wall. “But I’m positive about where I’m going.”
“And where’s that?” I asked.
“Down, down, down, to the bottom of the sea,” Taylor sang as she dropped to her knees.
I laughed as she pulled my boxers down around my ankles. “You’re pretty fucking funny.”
“I try,” she said before taking the tip of my cock in her mouth. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly and looked down at Taylor’s sexy face as she worked my cock, sucking on the tip while she jerked me off, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.
After bobbing on the head of my cock for half a minute, Taylor took me deeper inside her mouth, more than halfway down, and held it there for a few seconds before pulling her head off.
She spit on my cock and started jerking me off with more intensity. Still looking up at me, she said, “You have a very nice cock.”
“Thanks,” I said sheepishly.
“I love sucking on it,” Taylor added, smiling wryly at my reaction to her words. “Do you mind if I do it some more?”
“Not at all,” I said. “I’d like that.”
Giggling, Taylor took my cock in her mouth once again, this time blowing me proper, her lips quickly moving back and forth along my shaft as wet, sloppy sounds escaped from her throat.
She sucked my cock like an expert, altering the speed and depth continuously, keeping me on my toes, staring up at me the entire time. When she finally released my cock from between her lips, it was rock-hard, sticking straight out and coated with her spit, glistening in the harsh light of the room.
“How are you liking things so far?” Taylor asked.
“I’m loving them,” I said.
“Are you ready to get a little freakier?”
“I can’t wait,” I replied.
Taylor smiled. “That’s what I like to hear.”
She grabbed me around the waist and spun me around so my back was facing the wall, then gave me a shove, backing me flush against it.
Looking up at me with a devilish smile, Taylor quickly undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. After letting me admire her large, perky, perfect tits for a bit, she squatted down and grabbed ahold of my cock and smacked it against her chest.
After taking turns smacking my cock against each one of her tits a couple of times, she held my cock against her flesh between them and moved her body up and down, titty-fucking me.
I took a deep breath, held it, and let it out slowly.
“I take it you enjoy this?” Taylor said, looking up at me with a nasty little smile.
I nodded.
“What about this,” she asked, dropping her body down and using my cock to slap herself in the cheek, then opening her mouth and smacking my cock against her tongue a few times. “Do you like that too?”
I nodded again, more vigorously this time. I didn’t know if I could speak.
Taylor laughed softly. “Yeah, I think you might like it a little too much,” she said. “Perhaps we should mix things up a bit.”
“Sounds good,” I said. I was all for switching things up, because if we continued on like this, I would cum way too soon, and neither of us wanted that. “What do you want me to do?”
“Get down on the floor,” Taylor said. “On your back. I’ll take things from there.”
“My pleasure,” I said, doing as I was told.
As I got into position, Taylor slipped out of her panties, then took a step forward and put one foot on either side of my head until she was standing directly above my face, her chest facing my f
eet, her ass pointed at my face. She rubbed her pussy and looked down at me, smiling.
“Are you ready for this sweet pussy in your face?” she asked.
“I can’t wait,” I replied.
Smiling, she said, “Neither can I,” then fell to her knees and dropped her pussy directly onto my face, just as she’d said she was going to do.
At first Taylor just sat there atop my face, not moving at all, smothering me with her flesh. After a little while she started moving back and forth, grinding on my face, soaking me with her pussy juices while I flicked my tongue around, exploring her insides.
Not long after that, Taylor reached down and spread her ass cheeks, giving me deeper access to her pussy. “That’s a good boy,” she said. “Don’t be shy. Get as far in there as you can.”
I tilted my head up, forcing my tongue deeper into her pussy.
“There you go,” she said. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
Getting smothered by Taylor’s pussy turned me on like crazy. My cock was as hard as a wood plank and sticking straight up towards the ceiling, just begging for attention.
“My, my, my,” Taylor said, noticing my cock for the first time. “It looks like you’re enjoying this just as much as I am. Let me help you out with that.”
Leaving her pussy planted firmly on my face, Taylor leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth. I let out an involuntary groan as she started to blow me, and I returned the favor by going after her pussy with even more vigor, getting my fingers involved along with my tongue.
We both gradually increased the intensity until I was attacking Taylor’s pussy with everything I had while she slobbered all over my cock.
Some time later, Taylor abruptly rose up, letting my cock slip out of her mouth, and put all her weight on my face, making it so I couldn’t even breathe.
“Holy fucking shit,” she said, her voice a deep groan. “Right there, right fucking there! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”