Pooling Resources 3

Salma gurgled around the prick buried in her hot mouth, rubbing her face against the hairs of his balls and lower belly.

“I’m not fucking your mouth this time,” Kirk said, his voice like gravel. “I want between those legs!”

Salma shook her head, holding her lips tightly wrapped around his prick, her tongue rubbing at his helmet in a further attempt to mollify him. She liked being fucked, but she didn’t know how good Kirk would be at it, how much experience he really had. And his cum tasted so good… and she loved making him give it to her so much…

Kirk pushed her away, his prick coming free. Salma looked up at him. His face was contorted with need. He came down on her, pressing her to the floor of the bathroom. Salma mewled weakly in protest. She always did this, always liked the taste of cum too much to go without. Most men were grateful enough for a blowjob to let her simply feed her addiction. But Kirk seemed determined to go all the way, get everything she had to offer…

“Please, put it back in my mouth!” she pleaded. “Don’t you know how much I love sucking cock? You’ll love coming in my mouth—you did the first time! Por favor, por favor, fuck my mouth… let me have your cum!”

“You’ll get it,” Kirk promised her. “After I get your cunt.”

He opened her legs; Salma didn’t resist. She lay on her back, savoring the wolfish look of him as he descended on her. She had always considered herself a strong woman, but she didn’t even try to fight Kirk off.

Something intrigued her about how forceful he’d become after only one orgasm. It was like he knew the effect he had on her and could instinctively exploit it. Her curiosity about where this would lead had a distinctly sensual undertone. It aroused her. It was very possible she could get more out of this than just the beloved taste of cum.

“Take it then, querido,” she said. “It’s yours if you can take it!”

Salma parted her legs, only to wrap them around his falling waist. His outthrust erection worked against her damp sex. His hands held her up by the hips, her body reconnecting with the tile floor at the small of her back. Her pussy was up in the air, suspended from his masculinely strong hands.

Salma enjoyed the spiraling feeling of helplessness, like she was some prey animal that had been run down and was about to be devoured. Kirk would fuck her like this, she knew, holding her up for his cock to pillage as though he were masturbating with her.

Her clitoris stood out from her groin, lost in the wiry hairs of Kirk’s belly. Her stomach muscles coiled as she moved herself up and down, stimulating herself with the feel of his flesh against hers. Bare skin, sweaty and hot from the sun, was so much better to the touch than clothes. Salma gripped his powerful shoulders, now wanting him to take her in the way she’d mockingly suggested just a moment ago.

“Show me you can handle this Mexican pussy!” she croaked, pulling at his earlobe with her lips the same way she had previously suckled his manhood. Kirk groaned and hammered down with his hips into her open thighs.

“AHHHH!” Salma cried, feeling the same backbreaking presence that had taken up so much of her mouth and throat, now demanding to feel the tightness of her surprised slot.

She took the searing thrust. Its heat charged along the walls of her channel, up into her womb and further, to her brain. Kirk withdrew, but charged forward just as fast as he’d come out of her. Her body exploded with the sensuous heat of being filled with him.

Salma gasped desperately for air, further stimulated by his chest rubbing together with hers on each stroke. Another thrust and she jerked, helplessly pumping her hips now, working her inner muscles on his manhood like a finely tuned instrument. It impassioned her as much as it serviced him.

“Hurry!” she cried, arms around his back to feel even more of his burning body, to immerse herself in more of his sweat and musk and desirous heat. Kirk wanted all of her and she wanted to give it all to him. “More! More! Don’t you wanna enjoy this cunt? Aren’t you going to fuck this pussy as hard as you can? Don’t you dare hold back, white boy—this is the best fucking you’re ever going to get!”

Kirk could barely pull out of her now. The moment he drew back, he was reversing course, ramming himself home in Salma with an instant demand for her sultry tightness. Her cunt lips opened and her hips flew up and her folds were stretched by his surging member.

“Mmmmm,” Salma moaned, kissing Kirk, sucking noisily on his tongue once he’d stuffed her mouth with it. It was hard to tell whether it felt better in her hungry mouth than his thick prick. “I want your cum, poolboy. Give me your white cum!”

Her inner muscles flowed around his prick, convulsing and contorting, while her buttocks clenched in his hands, the muscles standing out high and proud while they strained to contain the ecstasy he gave her. Salma’s back arched high and Kirk groaned as his cum boiled its way out of his bloated balls.

As much as she was enjoying being fucked into her nice marble tiles until they broke, Salma still felt a feverish desire to drink his cum. “Tell me when you’re going to shoot, white boy! Tell me and then put that cock in my mouth! I’ll suck your cum out, baby, I’ll swallow it all! Don’t you want to look at every smile I make and know it’s where you came?”

Kirk grimaced from how her inner muscles convulsed firmly around him; it was clear Salma was already getting off on the idea, pleasuring herself with the thought of tasting his cum once more. “I do, Mrs. Hayek… I want you to taste your cunt on my cock… know you’re sucking the cock that fucked you, yeah, yeah!”

He looked up, seeing through the bathroom’s high window a glimpse of a voluptuous ass rolling with indolent grace under a skintight bikini. Kirk hugged Salma’s frantic cunt to his body while watching the other woman.

He knew who it was: Christina Hendricks, Salma’s next door neighbor, whose pool he also cleaned. She must’ve come over through the gate in their shared fence—probably wondering what was taking Kirk so long, since he was scheduled to service her pool next.

Watching her and feeling Salma, his cock twitched, then convulsed, his balls swelteringly hot. He yanked himself free of her shuddering inner flesh, then rammed all the way into her with shocking force, sure to take up every last inch of her sheath.

He knew this had to be the last time. He couldn’t bear to leave her quivering tightness again. Salma charged against his pistoning hips, her womanhood sucking on his swollen member like it was starving

“Jesus!” Kirk gasped, his eyes rolling up into his head. He jerked free of Salma, knowing it was too late, that the chain reaction had already started at the core of him. “I think—just about to—swallow it, you slut, swallow it before I come in your face!”

“Yessss,” Salma managed to croon before she threw herself into his lap, engulfing his swollen cock with her mouth as wide as it could go.

She wasn’t a second too soon. Her lips had just closed around Kirk’s erection when the first heavy bolt of his salty cum broke free of his dick and splattered against the back of Salma’s throat. She gulped until she got down all the syrupy thickness of it, her fingers grasping his balls and kneading to get as much of his seed into her mouth as she possibly could.

At that moment, Salma was desperately thankful to be naked. She reached down to rub her clit, adding to the heat that suffused her body. She was at a boil in her cunt, but she knew it was thanks to the frothing cum going down her throat. The pleasure of draining this young man’s balls was like having an orgasm with each ejaculatory jolt he gave her.

“Munnhh! Guhhh!” she moaned wildly, sounds that barely escaped her throat as she sucked and gurgled to consume all he fed her.

There wasn’t a trace of semen left on Kirk’s prick or upon Salma’s lips by the time she was done licking and sucking, even rubbing her face against Kirk’s muscular groin only to lick away what she’d left there. She finally looked up from her ravenous expression of sexual appetite.

“So much cum… so much cum in my mouth… I didn’t know I could get it all from just one man… didn’t know I could ever be… sated,” she gasped, overjoyed.

And Kirk watched Christina disappear from sight, the neighbor evidently having decided that Salma wasn’t at home. Her well-built body undulating with a riot of sensuality in each step.

Even as his semen drained into Salma’s suckling mouth, he realized that a new lust had entered his body—and he felt far from exhausted.

If I can have one MILF that’s way out of my league, why not another? he thought as Salma slumped to the floor, licking her lips of cum that she’d long since cleaned away.

Salma saw his erection looming up again. “Oh no, no mames, I can’t suck on that anymore, my poor little mouth has no more spit… do you want to jerk off in my face? I’ll hold my pussy open until you get off. You know you love how good my Mexican pussy looks…”