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They came toward her slowly, their eyes wary, as if they didn't believe what was on the verge of happening to them. Face it. How many times in real life do you walk into a situation like this? A lushly built, totally slutted-out woman with blue hair and 38-Cs offering a no-strings blowjob in the crapper of a lowlife hillbilly bar?
"I mean it," she said, flashing her blue eyes at them, squeezing down on the plush mounds of her tits. "I really mean it."
"I don't fucking believe it," she heard Kyle Newberry say from behind her. There was a note of awe in his voice. She knew, even without turning, that he was stroking the cock she had just sucked off, and that his cock was full of hard throbbing bone.
The two men came within reach. She didn't look up at their faces. She didn't give a shit who they were, what they looked like. Her eyes were fixed on their crotches. All she wanted was what lurked behind the front of their pants. And she was going to get it.
"Take your cocks out," she said. "Do you want me to do all the work?"
They unzipped, fumbled inside for their hard pricks. Trish caught her breath as the first one flashed out into the open. It was a real monster, long and hard and as thick as a baby's wrist.
She held out one hand, palm turned upward, and the man placed his prick atop it. Trish squeezed, feeling the surge of erotic excitement shoot through his limb of flesh, and she leaned toward it, her mouth already watering for the taste of his dick on her tongue.
"Oh, yes," she said, staring his cock eye to eye. She squeezed again, and a watery drop of precum oozed from the tip. Her tongue flicked it away.
She could taste the piss on his tool, but she was beyond caring about such things as that. She peeled down the foreskin and she licked him, lapping ravenously at the swollen knob.
Her ovaled mouth took him inward, and she sucked at his meaty cock, relishing the flavor. Who said guys all tasted alike? She really hadn't sucked a "lot" of cocks in her life -- counting this one, maybe six, tops -- but she could have identified any of them in the dark, using nothing but her tongue as a guide.
I think I'm going to like loosening up, she thought with a shiver of excitement, sucking the stranger's cock in and out. She only hoped that Ken would be ready for the new Tricia.
The other man was standing beside her, his pants lowered and his own dick sticking out. He took her other hand, put it on his peter. She fisted him, feeling the surging energy in this new, strange rod, and she stroked him in a warm, lustful rhythm as she kept on sucking the first prick.
"I guess you must be one of those punk rockers," Kyle was saying from behind her. "The hair, the clothes, the way you eat a dick... I'd heard about that kind of stuff, but I didn't know there were really people like that."
"Believe it," Trish whispered, in between slurps at the cock that filled her hungry mouth.
"Suck mine, too," she heard someone say. It was the man whose prick she was fondling. With a shrug, Trish surrendered the first cock and turned to the second.
It wasn't as big as Kyle's or the other one, but it was surmounted by the biggest dickknob she had ever seen, and oozy precum glistened on the big bulging glans.
She milked it with her hand, saw a bubble of jizz dribble from its slit. Her tongue caught it before it wasted itself on the floor, and it tasted so fucking good she had to have a little more.
She lipped the bulbous knob and sucked another little spraying squirt from it. The warm salty fluid coated her tongue and she closed her eyes dreamily, savoring.
Trish had never been exactly crazy about eating dick before she met Ken. She'd done it, but it had always seemed so yucchy. Ken had taught her that oral sex was an essential part of any relationship, and she had come to love the feel and taste of his throbbing rod buried in her mouth.
Sucking off strangers was hardly a relationship, but the thrill of eating cock was no less pronounced. A day with Kate Parker had turned Trish into a total, unmitigated slut.
She felt a little guilty for enjoying it so much, but as the cock surged and pulsated in her mouth, she felt passion bubbling through the lips of her pussy, juices matting her cunthair and oozing down her quivery thighs.
Her blowjob grew more vigorous. Her head worked back and forth, and the knob pushed to the back of her mouth. It wasn't quite long enough to fuck into her throat, but that was okay. She could breathe while she blew. Her jaws clenched, and her mouth tightened. She was thirsty for cum now, and she would have another load or she would suck this cock to death!
Tricia heard the men's room door open. Was someone leaving or coming in? "Jesus!" a voice said. A new arrival. She kept on sucking.
The cock suddenly spurted, filling her mouth with hot thick sperm. She gulped, eating it all. Her lips coaxed and pleaded, urging the cock to give her just another squirt, just a little more, pleeeeeeeez????
But it went dry, and she spat it out, swallowing the hot thick load of cum. The first man's prick was still clutched in her hand, and she turned to it, her eyes bright, her lips wet with desire.
"Are you gonna feed me too?" she asked the cock.
Her lips brushed it with sensuous kisses, her tongue licked delicately, arousingly, at the hard swollen flesh that still wore bubbles of her drool from the previous round of sucking. She ovaled her mouth and fed it inside, gulping it into the upper end of her throat and sucking like a wolf at a marrow bone.
Hands caressed her from behind. They fondled her tits, slid down to cup the bulging lustful bun of her cunt. She squirmed, concentrating on the cock in her mouth, but she made her body available.
It felt like Kyle's big strong hands attacking her tits, but she wasn't sure. She didn't think she cared. Fingers tweaked her swollen, pointy nipples, and she moaned around the tool that filled her mouth.
A second squirting load splattered her tongue. She closed her eyes and sucked it down her throat, relishing every drop of the semen that poured into her. Yes, yes, her mind screamed. Give me all your fucking cum!!!
She felt, behind her, the hard aroused prodding of a stiff cock. She was sure that it was Kyle Newberry now that she could feel his dick touching her from the rear.
She wiggled her ass, stimulating herself as much as she stimulated him. The tool angled down, riding in the crack of her ass. It stroked up and down, and her cunt slobbered wetly upon it.
The hands continued to manipulate her tits, and she pushed her 38s into the palms, the nipples hot and hard with lustful desires. Jesus, it was too bad Kate wasn't in here watching! She'd be so fucking proud of her protegÇe! If, that is, she wasn't on her knees trying to take this sweet fat boner away from Tricia!
She worked the cock with both hands, swishing it in and out of her mouth, sucking fiercely, passionately. She had already forgotten the face of the man whose tool she was eating, and that was how she wanted it to be. His identity didn't mean shit. His prick was all that counted.
Kyle's hands worked downward. He spread her pussy lips and inserted a finger into the simmering stewpot. She moaned, feeling him tickle her clit, spearfuck her cunt.
Juice was leaking from her hole and his finger got wetter, moved deeper. She whimpered around the cock that filled her mouth, and she milked his finger with her cuntal muscles, body easing up and down in short, delighted heaves.
A hand captured one of her wrists. "If you're in the mood, baby, why don't you get in the mood for me?" she heard a voice say.
She had no idea in hell who it might be that was speaking. The fingers of that hand surrendered their deathgrip on the cock she was eating, and she let her hand be guided.
It found another dick, equally stiff, equally big, equally awesome, and she stroked it with her fingers while she continued to gobble the prick that fed her horny mouth.
Kyle Newberry persisted in his manual and pecker caress of her heated body and Tricia Miller felt, at the same time, supremely aroused and supremely whorish. And there was such a soul consuming satisfaction to the feeling!
She whipped her tongue around the cock that fucked her mouth. Its thrusts became more agitated, more excited. That cock wasn't the only one who was excited, for fucking sure!
She gulped it, throat convulsing around the stabs, and her hand worked up and down the hardened shaft of the prick that she held so tightly. Kyle's hands grew more possessive on her body. His own dick lay along the gash of Trish's cunt, and her clit pulsated in response to its caressing pressure.
He pumped back and forth through her crotch. She squirmed, but not uncomfortably. Her thighs gripped him, holding his tool flush against her cuntal crack, and she bathed it in the exudations from her aroused twat. Her clitoris was like a wart that his prick rubbed raw.
Adventure, Kate had called it. Sitting in her lap with a hard-on. Mmm, Jesus, she knew what her friend had meant, now! And she had as much hard-on adventure as she could handle.
The cock in her mouth exploded, hot cum splashing her tongue. It was a big sloppy release, and her cheeks puffed out as the jizz erupted. It had a thick, tangy taste -- she wasn't sure she "liked" it, but that didn't keep Trish from guzzling down the slimy nectar, and her throat twitched spasmodically, her thighs still gripping hotly at Kyle's prick.
As the prick finished squirting its juicy cargo into her mouth, she let it slip from her cum-slimed lips. Sperm was oozing from them, running down her chin. She must have drunk down half a quart by now.
Behind her, Kyle Newberry stood up. He turned her face around and shoved his cock back into her mouth. She gasped at the fattened, lust-gorged size of him, and she gagged as he took hold of her ears and simply fucked her face with his re-aroused boner.
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