Chapter 2

John stood there, bug-eyed, watching the trio. Was it all that easy? One moment, they were worried about her screaming, and the next, she was taking on all comers! Almost naked, she didn’t look as awful as he expected her to; yeah, the pantyhose were generating a roll at the point where the elastic compressed things at the waistline, but that was to be expected. As he stood there gawking, Kevin looked up at him and mouthed ‘camera!’ John blinked, nodded, and went to collect it.

Kevin was in a jogging suit and a wife-beater, and was pressing his considerable erection into the crack of Rose’s somewhat oversized ass. Rose felt the hot bar of flesh and the feel of it gratified her at an instinctive level. There was no better indication that a man wanted her than the feel of his hot cock against her! She moaned into Carl’s mouth and started fumbling with his belt, knowing that there was another turgid male member under his jeans. She could feel the bulge of IT under her hands!

John got the camera up and running in time to catch Kevin as he stepped back and began peeling Rose’s pantyhose over her ass and down her thick, but oddly muscular thighs. Rose fought him not at all; her attention was on Carl’s jeans and the body under them! As Kevin rolled the last folds of her pantyhose down over her calves to pool at her ankles, Rose virtually ripped open Carl’s pants at the zipper and shoved them and his underwear down his thighs as a unit, bending a bit in the process, which put her ass in Kevin’s face. Kevin kissed an ass cheek, just below one of the pair of dimples at her hips, leaving Rose gasping in surprise at the sensations! Then his hands were tugging at her left ankle, which she raised automatically while reaching in to grip Carl’s burning erection.

“Aaaaahhh!” Carl groaned while Kevin tugged Rose’s shoe off, taking what was left of Rose’s pantyhose on that leg with it.

Rose broke the kiss, but stuck her head into Carl’s shoulder as he hunched himself over her. “Yesssss!” she whispered in exultation. There was a real, live cock in her hand, long and hard and burning hot! A man wanted her!

Everything else had gone by the boards by then; Rose was operating on instinct. She was twenty-five and had experienced sex with a male three times in her life, none of which had been amazing, but each of which had left her with a clear indication of how it COULD be! Rose was highly-sexed; one of the reasons that she and Suzanne played as often as they did was that she had to have SOMETHING, regularly! This, though – this wasn’t the appetizer, this was the main course! THIS was what she hungered for! She lifted her other foot and let Kevin finish leaving her naked without giving it a thought, because THIS was where Rose wanted to be!

‘Shit! I’m gonna blow any second!’ Carl realized. Shooting all over Rose’s chest and belly would be seriously embarrassing! Control was out the window; desperation forced some control over things. ‘Got to remember the accent... ‘

“Jes! Ehsuck me! Ehsuck my cock!” Carl had no idea what you called a penis in Spanish, but then Rose didn’t, either – and didn’t care!

‘YES!’ Rose went straight to her knees, and her mouth covered Carl’s glans before she was even settled. Kevin lurched back to get clear, the hand rubbing her ass sliding under and finding her surprisingly wet, furry slit!

The nerves in Carl’s cock lit off like he’d stuck it into an electrical socket, but the explosion of sensation was all pleasure! Shockwaves poured over him and he howled, grabbing Rose’s head while his cock swelled, turned to solid steel behind the plush head, and gouted his seed into her mouth, just as Kevin’s middle finger slid into her wet cunt!

The top of Rose’s head came off! She went straight to nirvana, joining Carl there, sucking the copious flood of his virile male seed while her pussy clutched and rippled over Kevin’s finger, dribbling feminine juices all over his hand. She bounced a little, humping it automatically, milking his big finger like the cock she wanted it to be. Kevin leaned in and palmed her belly with his other hand while running his lips over the skin of her back between her shoulder blades while Carl poured five long pulses of hot jizz into her sucking mouth.

Rose had given a few blowjobs – not many – and, yeah, they’d generally been as quick as this one, so she was unsurprised. It had been years since those days of high school experimentation, though, and she hadn’t remembered getting the kind of pleasure from them that she’d gotten from THIS one! It continued to surge and pulse in her mouth and hand, echoing the ripples extending her climax as the finger in her pussy moved slowly in and out while the other fingers of that hand stroked over her engorged clitoris. As she drifted back to Earth, reality hung out there, but didn’t come in all the way. Was she in danger here? Maybe – but it didn’t seem like it, and frankly, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that she was going to get what she’d been hungering for since her sexual awakening almost a decade ago: sexual satisfaction from a male! More than one, actually!

‘She won’t let go of my cock!’ Carl mused. Rose was still working him, sucking his glans in and out of her mouth while her chubby, but smooth-fingered hand gripped him firmly. The effort was driving him crazy, as his cock was hyper-sensitive after his orgasm.

“Mamacita!” he gasped, “I have to get out of my pants!”

Rose stopped sucking and dropped forward onto one hand, but wouldn’t let go. That cock was going NOWHERE but into her pussy! Carl waved at Kevin as he bent over and worked to get out of his shoes and pants, the effort made awkward by Rose’s refusal to release his member. Kevin backed off and started shucking out of his clothing, and Rose let out a whine and turned her head to blindly quest for the owner of the hand that had been pleasuring her pussy.

“Don’t worry, Baby, I’ll be back as soon as I get my stuff off!” Kevin assured her.

‘He’s black,’ Rose speculated, having collected a number of physical and verbal cues. Did it matter? No. It was just a datum. She still thought Carl was Hispanic, and that didn’t matter, either. They were male, and they were going to fuck her. They were going to BREED her! Rose wanted nothing more than that; she was in full rut, running on instinct. Being blind helped, somehow. She was a cave woman, and cave men were going to have their way with her.

Somehow, Carl got his clothing off. “Hokay, come. There is a mattress...” He started backing, and Rose crawled forward, awkwardly, still refusing to release Carl’s cock. They moved onto the mattress like that, and Carl stopped, then said, “Give me my cock so I can put it where it belongs!”

Rose’s fingers sprang open! Carl ran his hand along her back as he circled her, maintaining contact. Rose whined and lowered her body until she was on her elbows, her ass presented like that of a cat in heat. Carl turned to Kevin, who was fidgeting in place, trying to figure out what to do next.

“Feed her. Ehshe likes to ehsuck,” he directed. Kevin nodded and circled around to Rose’s front, but waited, knowing instinctively that Rose didn’t want any distractions for what came next.

Rose’s was Carl’s first pussy, just like her mouth was the first to suck him. He stopped for a moment to take it in. It was pink, puffy, swollen-looking, with a finger-wide pink gap between the wet, open lips. At the bottom, a pink pea was exposed at the top of the fold that Carl knew was her clitoral hood. The dark fur below was luxuriant, but somehow smooth, and didn’t get in the way of anything, although there were small wisps along the lips. Rose whined and he stroked her lower back and ass to quiet her, then leaned in to rub his cock along her split and seat it at the open, pulsing opening to her tunnel. Rose froze, holding her breath, then moaned as his cock slowly sank inside her.