"Naughty young widow" - читать интересную книгу автора (Evans Ron)

CHAPTER FIVE

Babs eased the door open and looked inside. "It's okay," she said, and she and Sharon slipped inside. Baby closed and locked the door behind them.

"What is this place, anyway?" Sharon asked, peering around. The room was small and cluttered. There was a threadbare sofa against the wall and a number of wooden lockers tug the back wall. A single dim lightbulb hunt on a wire from the ceiling.

"It's the changing room for a band whenever they use live entertainment. It's not much to look at, true, but at feast it's air conditioned."

"Well, that's something!" Sharon sighed. "I was just about ready to die from the heat out there." She kicked off her shoes and sank down on the sofa, wiggling her toes.

After their afternoon session of mutual cunt-sucking, they'd gone out to dinner, stopping briefly at Babs' apartment so she could change her clothes. Then they'd moved on to The Red Door, the small rock club where Pat Gillman worked. Sharon had pestered Babs all through dinner to introduce her to Pat, so they'd decided to stop in late that evening and get him to drive them home.

Unfortunately, they learned that Pat had come in, set up his lights and had left almost at once. No one seemed to know where he'd gone, or if he was cuming back that night. Babs and Sharon had hung around on the chance that he'd be back before closing time. Now they were in the back room that Pat had once shown Babs.

"God, did you see that bunch of yo-yos out there?" Sharon asked, "It looks like a Felini movie!"

"Well, those are the types who're attracted to this kind of place. Their money's good."

"Don't you have to be up early to get to work tomorrow morning?"

"Nope," Sharon replied smugly. "I've got the day off."

"Oh? That doesn't sound like your boss, from what you've been telling me about him." She eyed her friend with a lewd smirk. "What'd you have to do to earn a day off?"

"Nothing I haven't done before! You know, it's funny. He always acts so prim and proper. And he's a regular bookworm, always burying himself in the law library. But once he gets goin', he's a regular sex fiend. And he's hung like a bull! Isn't that always the way?"

"Always. I remember a boy I used to date in high school. A real skinny little twirp. Looked like a strong breeze would blow him away. But, God, could that guy fuck!"

Sharon laughed. "I think I dated his brother most of my senior year. He had a thing for ass fucking. I always looked like I was wearin' a bustle!"

"Pat's the same way. He fucked me up the ass earlier today and I'm still a little sore! Shit, I wish he was here right now."

"That makes two of us!" Sharon chuckled wickedly. "But what the hell, hon, we're here!"

They looked at each other for a second then both stood up and started pulling at their clothes. Once they were both naked, they moved into each other's arms and rubbed their luscious young bodies together, tongue-kissing and fingering each other's juicy little pussy.

Sharon kissed her way down over Babs' throat and nipped at her swollen nipples gently, twirling her tongue tip around the pointy buds. She sank down onto her knees in front of Babs, her mouth sliding eagerly onto her fuzzy cunt mound. She lapped greedily at the dribbling pussy cream that, was oozing from between the tight, hairy lips of her cunt. Babs cooed softly when Sharon sent her fleshy tongue snaking inside her cunt slit.

"Oohhh, that's nice, hon. That's so nice!" Babs planted her feet wide apart and humped her crotch forward, rubbing it against Sharon's face. "Suck my cunt, hon! Fuck me with that wonderful little tongue of yours! Ohhh, you're so good at it! Eat me, baby, eat mmeeeeeeee!"

Sharon gobbled hungrily at her friend's delicious young cunt meat as if she were standing. She reached back with one hand and cupped Babs' squirming ass cheeks, rubbing her finger tips up and down in the deep, sweaty crack between the flaring mounds, probing her middle finger up into her taut young asshole.

Sharon purred in pleasure and rubbed her hairy crotch against Babs'. "Well, we don't have cocks, hon, but we've got a great pair of tongues. Not to mention our fingers! So I guess we'll just have to do the best we can with what we've got."

Sharon eagerly spread out on the shabby sofa, her thighs wide open and her arms held out in warm welcome. Babs stretched out over her in sixty-nine position, and both girls simultaneously attacked each other's juicy young cunt.

They both cooed and squirmed around on the sofa together, chewing and kissing at each other's pussy, their busy tongues twirling and slurping at the warm, oily cunt juice that was drooling out of their cunts. The small dressing room was filled with the sounds of tongues squishing through rich, buttery girl-cum and the thrilling aroma of hot, excited pussy. Their tongues drilled in deeply, scooping up the gooey cream and sucking it into hungry, mouths, to be instantly swallowed. Tongue tips twirled around throbbing clitties as meaty ass cheeks wiggled in blissful appreciation.

Sharon tickled Babs' taut, puckered asshole, then her long finger plowed straight up into the tight, slippery tunnel and squirmed around delightfully.

When they were fully dressed and had returned to the club, they found the place almost completely. Most of the chairs were stacked on top of the tables and several men were busy sweeping and moping the floor. Babs found their waitress and paid their check and the two girls left.

The parking lot was also deserted, except for one car nosed into the side of the building. The whole neighborhood was dark and quiet.

"Well, we have three choices," Babs said. "We can walk home. We can try to catch a bus. Or we can get to a phone and call a cab."

"Hey!" shouted the voice of their fourth choice. "Can I offer you gals a lift?" The car that had been parked against the building pulled up next to them and the driver got out and held the door open. "Two good-lookin' girls like you shouldn't be out alone at night in this neighborhood. It isn't exactly safe, you know?"

He was a tall man with broad shoulders, a slim waist and a thin, well-trimmed moustache. He carried himself easily, with obvious self-confidence. Eyeing him, Babs was willing to bet he was well-hung.

"Thank you," she cooed, smiling warmly as she slid into the front seat. After a second's hesitation, Sharon climbed in next to her. "I'm Babs Foster and this is Sharon Donahue."

"Jarrett," the man introduced himself, sliding in behind the wheel. "Randy Jarrett." He started the car and asked, "Where're you two headed?"

Babs gave him their address, then added quickly, "But we're not in any real hurry to get home." She left it for him to pick up from there.

"Okay. Then let's just drive around some. Maybe we'll find a place and have a few drinks. Were you in The Red Door?"

"Yeah," Babs giggled. "Along with every mutant in town?"

Randy laughed. "I know the type," he agreed. "No birth records of any kind!"

While they'd been talking, Babs had been gradually sliding closer and closer to him, until now her warm, rounded hip was pressed tightly against his. Randy glanced down out of the corners of his eyes and saw the way her short skirt had ridden up, showing off most of her smooth, fleshy thighs.

Sharon had also noticed what her friend was trying to do and was muffling a wanton giggle behind one hand. Then, as they were passing through a deserted, poorly lighted section of the park, Babs decided to really get things moving.

"You know, it's really too nice a night to be cooped up in any old car," she said cheerfully. "Why don't we take a walk through the park?"

Sharon, who'd been trying to figure out a way to lure Randy into one of their apartments, looked surprised, but said nothing.

"Okay," Randy said. "That sounds cool."

If he knew that he was being led into anything, he gave no sign. He pulled the car over and they all climbed out.

Under her breath, Sharon whispered, "The park?"

"Just follow my lead," Babs whispered back, and started to maneuver them into a secluded clump of trees. Once they were out of sight of the road, she stuck out her foot and Randy went sprawling onto the ground.

"Shit!" he moaned.

"Me you all right?" Sharon cried. "What happened?" She knelt down beside him.

"Yeah, I'm okay. More shook up than hurt. What the hell did I trip over, an-anyway?"

"Probably a tree root," Babs lied, kneeling down on the soft grass and feeling his ankle and foot. "And it's all my fault." That much was true. "This never would have happened if I hadn't wanted to walk in the park!"

"No, no! It's all right. Really! Don't make such a big thing out of it!"

"Oh, Randy," Babs cooed, "you're so brave!"

She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. When he showed no signs of resistance, she stretched out beside him on the ground and poked her juicy young tongue into his mouth, Randy moaned and rolled onto his back. Babs reached down and placed the palm of one hand over the throbbing bulge in the crotch of his pants. She giggled into his mouth, her tongue lapping greedily against the back of his throat. His cock shaft was lurching and twitching crazily under her gently rubbing hand.

Meanwhile, Sharon had finally caught up with her shameless friend and was now struggling to unbuckle Randy's belt. She finally got it unfastened and started to tug his pants off. She blinked her eyes and took a deep breath when she got a good look at the size of the cock bulge tenting out the front of his shorts. Her mouth watered and her clitty started to itch. Her fingers trembled as she hooked them underneath the waist of his shorts and pulled them down. His prick rod leaped straight up into the air, throbbing stiffly.

Sharon pushed his hairy thighs apart and settled down between his legs on the grass, her tongue and lips working over his meaty prick rod, slurping, lapping, covering his cock pole with a layer of spit that twinkled in the moonlight. Randy's prick shuddered and shook wildly, and seemed to grow longer and thicker with each practiced swipe of her tongue.

Babs caught sight of Sharon's delightful new play-toy and squealed girlishly. She crawled down and nuzzled her face in between the man's thighs, lapping at his balls. They were big and solid, and Babs just knew that they must have enough cum in them to satisfy both her and Sharon, as greedy as they were.

"Uuhhh," Randy groaned as the two sluttish girls tried to eat his prick alive. "Shit, that's good!"

"It gets even better, lover!" Babs giggled.

She knelt upright and started stripping off her clothes. Sharon reluctantly stopped sucking on Randy's massive hard-on long enough to pull her own clothes off. As soon as they were both naked, Babs and Sharon went back to Randy's enormous, jerking cock pole.

This time, Babs claimed the prick for herself, leaving Sharon to suck and lick the big, jism-filled balls. After a few moments, they had Randy writhing on the ground, his ass pumping up and down urgently.

"I think he wants to fuck," Babs said to Sharon. "What'dya think?"

"Gee, I dunno," Sharon giggled. "Let's ask him." She turned to Randy. "You wanna fuck, honey?"

"Aahhh, God, yes!"

Sharon turned back to Babs. "You were right. He wants to fuck."

"Good!" Babs said with a whorish smirk. "I'll go first 'n' you find out how good he is at suckin' pussy. Then, later, we'll switch around!"

Babs straddled Randy's crotch and rubbed his bulbous cockhead against the wet, pouting lips of her cunt hole. Sharon crawled up to his face and threw one leg over his head.

"How about sometime ripe pussy, lover?" Both girls began at the same time. Just as Babs suddenly sank down over his thrusting prick shaft, swallowing it up her tight little pussy tunnel in one hungry gulp, Sharon sat on his face, mashing her hairy cunt silt into his mouth. Babs mewled softly as she felt Randy's massive prick staff gouging into her narrow cunt channel. She flexed her thighs, raising her crotch up, then dropped back down slamming his fat cock head all the way to the rear of her pussy tube. Sharon squealed and giggled merrily as Randy's fleshy tongue began jabbing in and out of her bubbly young cunt slit. She gripped him tightly by the hair and squirmed her streaming pussy around on his face.

Babs gurgled. "Your cock's a real winner, Randy, lover! How's his tongue feel, hon?"

"Mmmmmmmmmm," Sharon moaned softly. "Just wonderful! Wait'll you feel it yourself. You'll just love it!"

Randy grunted and thrashed around on the pass, his tongue slurping and lapping at Sharon's excited little clitty even as his ass bounced up and down, skewering Babs' slippery pussy.

Sharon came first. She suddenly whimpered loudly and pulled Randy's face up tightly against her spasming cunt. Her girl-cum poured out, trickling across his busy tongue and down his throat. Babs knew her friend was cumming by the feverish, mindless blubbering she was making, then she had other things to occupy herself with. Randy's cock swelled up bigger and bigger until finally it exploded, showering the back of her pussy hole with hot, thick clumps of jism. She giggled in joy and a second later her own orgasm burst and flowed through her quivering young body.

The second Babs slumped off to one side, Sharon took her place. She glanced at Randy's prick, saw that it was still long and stiff and bobbing back and forth eagerly, and swiftly climbed onto his groin, sucking his huge cock pole up into her squishy little pussy. Babs recovered from her orgasm almost at once and mounted his face.

"Christ Almighty!" Randy gasped. "Gimmie a minute to get my breath!"

Babs smirked down into his face. "Plenty of time to rest after you're dead, lover! But you're far from dead yet! Right, Sharon?"

"Right on!" Sharon chuckled. She bounced up and down on his big, rigid prick shaft a few times. "There's still plenty of life left back here!"

Laughing, they both began riding Randy's cock and tongue for all they were worth.