Vince Marcos
The slut next door
CHAPTER ONE
Ron Cameron positioned himself at the window to make sure he would see Kathy Phillips when she got home. Goddamn, but he had the fucking burns for that bitch. Greedily, he thought of her big tits and the nice muff she had waiting for his cock to shove in. Her boy friend, Tony Duncan, probably got his share of snatch when he felt the urge, that lucky son of a bitch. He could tell when they were fucking. He heard that foxy chick groan from his apartment, which was just down the hall. Yeah, she probably liked to suck his prick, too. He was a lucky stiff, all right.
And the worst part about it all was that he, Ron Cameron, was only nineteen years old, and that nice piece of ass, Kathy, was twenty-five. Fuck, she thought of him as the "nice guy down the hall". She wasn't thinking of his seven-inch long cock, or his hairy chest or his big muscles or his dark black hair. Hell, no. Practically a fucking dumb cunt, even if she was a physical therapist at a hospital and he was just a measly college guy, working some cheap shit job at the local supermarket bagging groceries.
And that Tony Duncan, the tough dude, was a tool-and-dye maker at Randall's Machinery Parts, which wasn't exactly the best job in the world, but a hell of a lot better than what he was doing putting Goddamn cans in fucking bags.
Ron opened an envelope and pulled out a few four-by-five photos of Kathy, the ones he took when he followed them to a secluded beach. Ron had hid in the bushes with two rolls of film and a drooling mouth seeing the nugget-sized nipples on her tits when Tony pulled her bikini-top off. He got a few feet of film on that, then aimed lower and got a bird's eye view of her pussy, that set his mouth watering for more. He remembered the problem he had shifting himself in the bushes, trying to get the camera in the right position so he could zoom in between her legs, which were spread and had Tony's head bobbing around there, lapping up those tasty juices.
Ron rubbed his hand over his stiffened cock as he panted over each picture. Yeah, he got a dozen beaver shots of her, plus a few of her giving Tony a blow-job. Christ, but she got it all in there, sucking up that prick, like it was a Tootsie Roll. Yep, she liked doing it, and just the thought made his cock harder and stiffer until he knew he'd have to get his gun off pretty soon.
Several of the pictures were stained with cum, he had accidentally shot his wad over them while whacking off. He hated beating it off but some chicks were hard to find when he needed them. He'd get hard and there wouldn't be any cunt around, so he'd have to pull on his prick and settle for that. And the cum came shooting out of him like a volcanic eruption, and messed up the pictures of Kathy.
He wiped part of it off, as much as he hated touching the stuff, but some of it dried and formed a crusty stain. Fuck it! He still had some first-class cunt to gawk at.
He held the image of her pussy tightly in his hands and trembled as he felt his rigid cock bend in his pants. Yeah, he had to let it up for air, he decided, and went through the motions of unzipping his fly and watching his prick spring out, surrounded by black hairs that ran around it and down his huge balls. Shit, she'd go out of her mind sucking that guy, he grinned to himself, and he's all hers, down to the last inch.
He grabbed his cock and started to stroke himself while he brought the delicious photo up to his mouth and started to lick it with his tongue. Um, he could practically taste that twat-juice. He knew about those medical broads, they used strawberry or lemon or cherry douche foam on their cunts, which gave the guys a succulent treat.
Kathy looked like she used cherry, but shit, he didn't care. As long as he got a mouthful of her cum, it didn't matter. He was squeezing his prick tighter and pumping it harder, while his tongue lapped faster.