Chapter 9

Outside, the front of the joint was darkened, and the bartender was just hanging a CLOSED sign on the door. There were maybe twelve or fourteen men standing around, and the jukebox continued to blare loud country music.

Trish wasn't sure if any of the men had already fucked her mouth, but she was pretty sure at least some of them had. She'd long since lost count of how many cocks her mouth had wrapped itself around. Cum oozed from her lips and her body trembled.

She was obscenely exposed, her dress pushed down to show her tits, skirt lifted to expose her brown-furred cunt. She leaned back against Kyle Newberry, who was still fingerfucking her anus and pussy, and she looked around the room.

"Last call for alcohol," the bartender said.

Kate was stripping off. There were whistles at the sight of her lean, mean, tanned body, and she drank up the appreciation, strutting around like a stripper in her stilettos.

She walked up to a tall, heavy-bellied man who looked like a construction worker and she put her arms around his neck, shoving her face up so she could kiss him. Her mouth was wet and horny, and her body wriggled against his.

"I think you're ready," she laughed, drawing back and rubbing his cock bulge with the back of her hand. "This thing damn sure is!"

She unzipped him, her brown eyes staring fixedly into his face, and she fisted his cock up and down as they stood there. Another man came around behind her and cupped her tits from the rear, grinding his crotch into her highset, round ass. Kate preened, the center of their attention, and she soaked up their caresses.

Kyle took his fingers out of Trish. She seized his wrist and brought the fingers to her mouth, sucking them the way she'd sucked all those dicks in the men's room.

"I wanna fuck you," he said. Funny. He'd never told her that in high school. But it was no time to hold old grudges.

"You can fuck me," she replied smoothly. "But first you have to kiss me." It was time to bring this stud down just a peg or two. She wanted what he had, as much as he wanted to fuck her, but it would be on Tricia's terms. She was making the rules.

Somebody laughed. "Go ahead and kiss her cummy mouth, Newberry! You were a big football hero, and they're all fags anyway, aren't they?"

"Fuck you," Kyle growled. "C'mere, bitch!"

He pulled Trish to him, stared at her for a moment from two inches away, then slammed his mouth open and hot against her jizz-smeared lips. He bore her backward as he kissed her, down onto the pool table.

Someone had thrown a plastic cover over it, and it felt slick and slimy beneath Tricia's back. It would get slicker, slimier, before this all stopped.

He was naked -- most of the guys at least had their pants off, and some were totally naked, walking around with bulging hard-ons. As Kyle's mouth worked on Trish, other hands touched her. It was as if they wanted to make sure she was real, living flesh, here to seek pleasure with no holds barred and no questions asked. Her tender tits drew pinch after pinch.

She sat up, her legs dangling over the edge of the table. Off in a booth, along the nearer wall, she could see Kate, and it confirmed all of the suspicions she'd started to hold about her friend.

Kate was sitting on the table top, bouncing on a giant cock that filled her pussy to overflowing, while another man stood on the cushioned seat, holding her by the head as he fucked his long spear of a dick into her gulping mouth. Her body glowed with arousal and she made thrilled sounds of passion. She looked more slutty than Trish could have ever imagined, and she looked gorgeous too.

Kyle climbed onto the pool table, his rampant cock sticking up like a flagpole. All it needed was a big red banner hanging from the point.

Ten years ago, back in high school, Tricia would have sold her soul to be in this position with Kyle Newberry. It didn't seem quite so important to her now, but as she stretched out on the plastic sheeting, her body twisting and twining, her tits jiggling majestically with every motion, she had to admit that it was an exciting place to be.

As he propped himself above her, Tricia took his prick in both hands. It really had lived up to her high school fantasies. She was just sorry that he didn't recognize her now. But maybe it was better that way. The anonymity made it all sooo much more thrilling.

She stroked him in her moist hot palms, teasing her cunt with the massively swollen knob of his dong. Her clit was breathtakingly erect, and it was raw and aching with lust as she rubbed the tip of Kyle's dick back and forth, over the pink pinnacle of excitement.

She eased the knob down lower, wetting it in the oozing swamp of juices that comprised her pussy slash. Her eyes rolled over in their sockets as she slipped him into the antechamber of her cunt, holding him there for just a moment, the hungry mouth of her snatch sucking at the tip of his rod, her juices bubbling out to coat him in moisture.

She considered the swollen size of him. His cock was nearly as big as Ken's. She considered the circumstances under which she had gotten herself into this situation, and she found herself wondering if she could take anything as big as Kyle Newberry's rod up her anus.

Sure, she'd fucked her ass with the cock of Kate's husband Roger, but Roger's long slim tool was a fleabite next to the thick throbbing giant that Kyle sported. But it was assfucking that had started it all, and she thought it only proper that assfucking should have its place in this wild thrilling night's fun.

"My God," she said suddenly, "I'm a married woman. I 'couldn't' let you put your prick in my cunt. I'd never be able to look my husband in the face again. Oh, but I know what we can do, Kyle! Why don't you stick it up my ass, instead?"

His jaw hit the tabletop. There were audible gasps and a couple of rebel yells from the men who surrounded the pool table, watching it all. Tricia lay back, a slutty smirk beaming from her flushed face.

"Think you could handle that, stud?" she asked, yanking a little on his cock to emphasize her words.

"Bet your ass I can," he said in a low, excited tone. He cuffed her briskly on one hip and she rolled over, presenting her bottom to him. He fondled her sweaty, glowing buttocks, and the tip of his cock continued to flap against the wet arousal of her crotch. He was still big, still hard, still horny. Maybe his prime had lasted beyond high school. God, she hoped so!

"Somebody get me a beer," he yelled, and Trish saw a cold bottle being passed to him. She squealed as he poured half the contents onto her rectal area. Talk about cold! But her ass was so hot that the beer seemed to turn immediately into steam.

She looked back and saw him dump the rest of the liquid onto his stiff jutting cock. "I don't want to rip you apart, bitch," he smiled. "And when I go into your shitter, you're gonna feel every inch of my dick!"

He pushed his knob up against her anus and gave it a shove. He was bigger, knocking at her backdoor, than Trish had quite counted on. She closed her eyes, wondering if she could go through with it after all. But she had to know if she could take it. Ken was expecting a piece of her ass when he got home from California, and if she could engulf Kyle's rod, she knew that she would be able to take on her husband's rather larger tool as well.

"I thought you were gonna fuck my asshole," she taunted. "Feels like you're just playing with it."

"Yeah?" he growled. "Play with this, baby!"

And with that, he rammed, and his knob spread her assring with a vicious searing insistence. Trish's eyes bulged out of their sockets, as if her body was already so full of cock there was no room left for anything else. She clawed at the plastic sheet that covered the pool table and she said "Oh, you fucker! Oh, you nasty nasty fucker!"

His dick ripped deeper into Tricia, and she screamed, half in pain, half in pleasure. Taking Roger's tool up her shitter had been 'nothing' compared to the ramrodding of this bigger, stiffer, meaner weapon.

When it came to fucking, she knew, Kyle Newberry was still the same macho, arrogant stud he'd always seemed back in high school. He had a cock, and she had a hole, and he was going to fuck that hole with his cock, no matter what!

She could hear Kate moaning in orgasm, and the sound sent chills along her spine. Kyle was driving a little deeper now, getting more of his prick into her rectum. If that was all she'd give him, he'd fuck the living shit out of it.

Tricia cupped her pussy, massaging it feverishly while she endured the hard, demanding thrust of his cockstrokes up her ass. She slipped fingers into her cunt, spreading it vigorously, digits reaming in and out of her wet snug hole.

As she fingered herself, she could feel his prick thrusting hard and deep, on the other side of the muscle wall that divided her anus from her cunt. The pulsation of his cock was palpable to her fingers, and it inspired her to even more frantic masturbation efforts. She wanted to come in the worst way, but there was no question that she would come. It was only a matter of how soon.

Her head was hanging over the side of the table. Two or three stiff cocks were in plain sight. She ignored the faces of the owners, just husked out, "Bring me a prick! My mouth is hungry, too!"

A dick rammed into her mouth. She gagged as it fucked deeply into her throat, but she didn't miss a suck on the stabbing sausage. Her mouth clung to it, worshiping the gristly male flesh, and her tongue and teeth urged it to squirt her full of yet another scalding spray of cum.

The cock tasted familiar. She was sure she'd sucked it off once already, in the bathroom. A satisfied customer, back for seconds! She hoped he had seconds to give her, too, goddamn it!

Her asshole was in agony. Kyle only knew one way to fuck -- fast and hard and deep, and it didn't matter to him that her shitter was very nearly virginal. He had his tool inside it, and that was enough for him. He pumped her faster, banging his groin against the swell of her ass, his cockhead stirring the shit deep inside Tricia Miller's rectum, and he kept pounding back into her for fresh stroke after fresh stroke until her very teeth seemed to be growing loose inside her jaw.