Vince Marcos - The slut next door

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.

Fuck, he could feel his balls filling up with cum, and it was a shame it would go to waste and not be squirting into her cunt. It was going to be a big load, all right. And as he came closer to popping his cork, he brought the picture down to his cock and smiled as the cum splattered all over her pussy. Shit! You get it all, you horny cunt! You get his load all over you, bitch! Uh SLUT!

Fuck, he messed up another one. Shit on it, then. He didn't care, that chick wanted it so bad, he couldn't help it. He stared at his cock. Pooped.

He stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped it up, then looked outside his window again. Well, if he wasn't a son of a bitch! Kathy and Tony were driving up, and low and behold, she had her hand on top of his cock. Well, just about. It was still in his pants, but Ron could tell. Yep, she wanted that meat any minute, and couldn't wait until she got him into her apartment to give it a thorough sucking and fucking.

Christ, what a fox! Big fucking tits, great ass, long legs and a cute face. He could just see old Tony Duncan fucking her, pumping that huge cock of his into the sweet hunk of ass and getting his rocks off royal, stroking all that smooth flesh and watching her go crazy underneath, throwing her blonde-haired head from side to side.

Tony Duncan really wasn't all that great. Sure, he had good looks, with that red hair and massive chest, muscular and hairy arms and a good height. Average. And that son of a bitch liked to wear his pants tight, because his prick and balls were bulging out like a pile of boulders. Well, ain't he proud of himself, hung like a garden hose.

Ron knew that even if he didn't have as big a cock as Tony did, he still could fuck circles around him. Ron had muscle control and could keep himself from shooting his wad a lot longer than Tony probably could.

Kathy was laughing and pulling Tony toward the front door of the apartment house. He was letting her drag him, grinning at the same time because he knew once they closed the door, he'd get to fuck her.

That dude had it made, but Ron knew something he was going to pull off with such ease that Tony Duncan wouldn't know what happened.

Yep, everything was planned down to the last detail. He had worked on it for two weeks, thinking out all the flaws and finding an answer for them all. In about three hours, Tony would have to leave to go to work since he worked nights on Thursdays. This, he had discovered after watching them for so long.

After he left, Ron would pay Kathy a little visit and sit for a while. She was through for the day after two in the afternoon and usually sat home watching TV, then he'd start pouring it on and tell her how great he could fuck and give head and that his girl friends loved every minute of it. He'd keep at it and emphasize he had the best cock, and while he was saying all this, Kathy had started getting hot in her pants and her lips would get all juiced up and she'd be practically begging for it. She would want to fuck so bad that she'd jump on him and stuff it in her mouth and down her throat and milk him dry.

Sure, he could get her to do it. He saw the way she ate up Tony's prick like it was T-bone steak, and any broad that loved it that much would get it any way she could. And Ron would only be too happy to whip his cock out and let her suck on it.

Of course, there was only one thing left that he had to consider, although he doubted it would happen: that she wouldn't go through with it. But he had a way to fix that cunt's wagon if she pulled that shit on him.

He had had his eye on that snatch for a few months now, and only until now did he have the guts to go and do it. But his cock kept bending in his pants and he knew if he didn't give it a little stretch, he'd crack up.

So, raping her wouldn't be that bad. And after he was done squirting his last drop into her twat, she'd be so happy that she'd get down on her knees and give his cock the best treatment he'd had in years.