"You too, sir," she panted. "You're filling me up! Oh, fuck! Faster! Oh, faster, please!"
"Fuck that bitch, fast!" some guy yelled from the spectators.
"Yeah, give it to the whore hard!" another guy shouted.
That was a great idea. So, I picked up the pace, fucking Jessie hard and fast. My balls were tightening, slapping against her clit every time I bottomed out. "Oh, fuck!" I moaned, plunging once more, deep into her cunt's embrace and unload my sperm deep into her.
Jessie panted. "Are you satisfied, sir."
"I am, thanks," I said as I pulled my cock out of her cunt, my cum ran out of her pink pussy.
Jessie moaned in disappointment. "Maybe you want to stick it back in, have another go?"
"I'll stick it in you, bitch!" a spectator called out.
I did want to have another go, but not with Jessie. I glanced at the wife and saw her eyes were staring down at my glistening dick. "Just stay like that, Jessie," I told her, then I turned to the wife. "The women in the purple dress, come here."
As she stepped forward, her husband grabbed her arm, stopping her. She struggled hard in his grip. "What the hell, Erin?" he demanded.
"Let me go, Bill," she protested. "I need to go to him. Please, Bill."
"Let go of Erin," I ordered him. He released his wife and she stumbled forward, almost falling. Regaining her balance, she walked behind the counter and stood next to me, looking up at me.
Erin was short, barely coming up to my chin. I could smell the herbal shampoo she used to wash her hair with. Staring down at her I saw that the roots of her hair were dark brown, so not a natural blonde, and her eyes were a hazel, brown with flecks of brilliant green. Bill followed his wife behind the counter, face reddening with anger. He was muttering under his breath and was starting to pace. I was pretty sure he was working up the courage to hit me. I glanced over at Jessie, still bent over the counter. "You need to cum, Jessie?" I asked her.
"So bad," she moaned, shaking that fine ass. "Please, stick your cock back in."
"Bill, fuck Jessie," I ordered. "Don't stop until she cums." Bill was moving towards Jessie and fumbling at his pants, almost tripping in his haste to get to her wet cunt.
"What the fuck are you doing, William," his wife asked icily. She tried to grab her husband, but he easily pulled out of her grip, and buried himself into Jessie's wet cunt with a low sigh. She started slapping her husband's back and trying to pull him off. "Stop fucking that girl, Bill! Christ, what the fuck are you doing."
"I can't stop," Bill moaned, hips pumping away. "I just have to fuck her!"
"Mmmhh," moaned Jessie. "That's better. Give me a nice fuck, sir!"
"How're those sloppy seconds, Bill?" I asked
"Oh, god," he moaned. "She so wet. And tight. Crap, that's nice!"
"William Connar," Erin cried, hurt painting her face. "Why are you doing this?"
I pulled Erin to me and she wiggled in my grip. "Don't resist," I whispered as I cupped her face in my hand. She relaxed in my arms. Tears swam in her hazel eyes. "Erin, you want to get back at Bill, don't you?"
"Yes," she hissed, fighting back her tears. Her lips were red and full so I kissed them. She froze, not fighting, but not kissing me back, either. I realized I only told her not to resist.
"Good, hop up on that counter next to Jessie, and fuck me," I told her. "That'll show him."
"It will," she snarled and hopped up on the counter, sitting next to her husband fucking Jessie. She spread her legs, the shadow between her thighs promised pleasures to come.
"Bill, I'm going to eat your wife's pussy till she cums," I told him as he fucked Jessie hard. "Then, I'm gonna stick my cock up her cunt and cum deep in her."
"What!" Bill demanded angrily, still fucking Jessie hard. "Don't touch my wife, asshole."
"Oh, you're one to complain, balls deep in that hussy!" his wife retorted.
"Sorry," Bill apologized. "I just couldn't resist!"
"Bastard!" Erin hissed.
I knelt before her and pushed up her skirt, exposing a purple thong covering her pussy. I pulled her thong down and exposed a beautiful, shaved pussy. Her inner lips were large, thick, and protruded an inch out of her slit. I stroked the lips of her cunt with a finger and her juices started to bead on her labia and her clit started to engorge. I swiped my tongue, tasting her musky flavor. Erin moaned as my tongue found her clit, swirling around the hard nub.
"Oh, god, Mark knows his way around a pussy," Erin gasped, vindictively. "Unlike some men I know."
"I try," Bill complained.
"Not hard enough," Erin retorted. "Fuck, his tongue is wiggling inside me. Keep doing that!"
"You always complaining and nagging. Nothing I do is good enough for you, Erin@"
Erin moaned, rubbing her cunt on my face. "Oh, fuck! That's good! And I wouldn't complain if you weren't fucking some fucking whore."
"Hey!" protested Jessie, wiggling her ass on Bill's cock. "I'm not a whore. I'm just giving good customer service!"
Erin's left hand gripped my head and she let out a low, throaty moan. Juices squirted into my mouth as she came hard. "Oh god, oh god!" she screamed. "I'm cumming! Fuck! Fuck, that's amazing."
I stood up and wrapped my arms around Erin and tried to kiss her. She turned her head and I kissed her cheek, instead. Oh, well, I told her to fuck me, not kiss me. I grabbed my cock and rubbed the head against her wet labia. I moved it up and down, bumping her clit, and finally finding her pussy hole. I slid in and it felt so hot to be sliding into a married woman's cunt.