The passions and desires that most people only dream about fulfilling are usually kept hidden beneath a veneer of respectability and outwardly normal appearances. Mostly under unique circumstances-on a psychiatrist's couch, in a place far from family and acquaintances, on an occasion where alcohol and the relaxed inhibitions of others lend an air of recklessness and experimentation-are those desires ever expressed or experienced.
This is a story about married adults who, while still in love with their respective mates, find themselves getting bored. Then an unusual set of circumstances revolutionizes their lifestyles, and forever changes the workings of their marriages.
And while they struggle to come to terms with their new way of life, they also struggle to keep up a facade of respectability-attending the proper social functions, keeping their homes in good Order, working at their jobs- while behind the scenes they embark upon a path condemned by many but which, for them, is a new lease on life.
LAY THY NEIGHBORS--the story of one possible road to marital happiness. A path taken by many others today. A comment on the changing mores of our restless society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Stell Chambers felt Tom's thick cock plunge up her tight cunt with short, vicious jabs. She was hardly awake, yet his prick ignited submerged feelings of surrender.
"Yes, Tom, oh yes, honey," she said into his ear.
"Mmmm," he mumbled and continued with his quick, methodical thrusts.
She tried to arouse herself completely before it was over, but already she felt his body tense, like a cocked pistol ready to fire.
Her mind and imagination frantically raced as his thick cock began to spurt its hot cum into her throbbing cunt. Great gushes of jism scalded the insides of her pussy like molten lead.
"Tom . . . Tom ..." She wanted to tell him that she wasn't there, but she didn't want to make him feel badly.
"Good, honey, really good," was all he said as he rolled off her and headed for the shower. She watched his athletic back and shoulders in the pale morning light, his narrow waist and tight ass-she loved his ass, the curve of his asscheeks, the fuzzy hair that covered them.
But as usual, he had fucked her and left her high and dry. Stell couldn't stand it any more.
Again she was forced to let her own hands bring her the satisfaction that her husband never did. Her right hand strayed to her pussy while her left moved over her large aching titties. Her middle finger found the familiar groove of her cunt and slipped eagerly into the wet, slick opening.
"Aaaaahhh," Stell sighed to herself and moved her finger in quick angled plunges into her pussy and across her clit while she listened to the sound of Tom's shower.
She would have to hurry, for he was running late and his shower would not last long. Her finger increased its tempo, and her hips began to move to its rhythm. She doubled up, pulling her knees against the fullness of her tits to increase the pressure on her cunt, and her finger flew in and out of the wet cunt, rubbing wildly against the inflamed clit. Just as she heard the water stop in the shower, her own body shuddered gently in a weak spasm as her come rolled across her like ripples through thick syrup.
* * *
It was still the same. Stell had thought that their lives might change with the move and the new job, and she had given it time, but it hadn't made any difference. The sex was still quick, wham-bam, roll over and go to sleep or get up and go to work. She really didn't think she could take it any more. She hadn't been able to talk with Tom about it-he was so sensitive about making her happy, he worked so hard and everything-but her frustration was mounting, had reached a level that frightened her. She had to do something, but she didn't know what.
She had thrown herself into fixing up their house, which was not new, but so much nicer than the apartment they'd been renting before they moved to Pleasanton. But even her interest in that had worn off.
She sat in the kitchen drinking cup after cup of coffee, until her hands actually began to tremble. Getting up and putting the dishes in the washer, she threw herself into house cleaning, even though she had just cleaned the entire house the day before. While dusting the den she tossed the rag on the seat of her Boston rocker and sat down in Tom's overstuffed leather chair. She wanted to cry, but her tears were all gone. She sat for a long while, trying to decide what to do. She even toyed with the idea of having an affair, but women in her family just didn't do such things. She dismissed the thought. Exercise was what she needed, something to work off that excess energy. She needed a swim.
The pool was one of the things she loved most about the house, and she tried to swim every day, to avoid post-marital decay, as she often told Tom.
She pulled off her robe and nightgown and slipped on her briefest bikini, a yellow string job that she only wore when no one else was around, not even Tom. It cut up her ass and really wasn't very comfortable, but it bared almost all of her to the sun, and she wanted a thorough tan.
When she stepped out on the deck, she knew something was wrong, for the surface of the pool was littered with insects and dead leaves.
"Shit," she said and got the long poled net to scoop off the insects and debris. But as she was scooping, she saw that the filter wasn't working.
"Damnit!" Wouldn't anything in her life go right? She went over to the small structure that housed the heater and pump for the pool, but she couldn't tell exactly what was happening. The motor seemed to be working, but the skimmer and filter weren't doing their job.
It was a beautiful sunny day, not too hot, a perfect day for the pool, and Stell felt like she might just have enough tears left to cry over the disappointment. She tossed the scoop into the pool with a loud, "Fuck!" a word that she used only beyond Tom's hearing.
Just as she was about to chalk off her whole day as a failure, she saw Cliff Anderson's green pickup backing out of his driveway. She hurried to her gate and ran down her drive.
"Cliff!" she yelled as she ran, unaware of how she looked, titties straining at the flimsy material as they bounced up and down. "Cliff! Wait!"
As he turned the wheel and began to accelerate, he saw her and slammed on his brakes. He rolled down the window and smiled broadly as she ran toward him, obviously enjoying the display as her large, firm tits did everything but flop out of their skimpy halter.
"What's the emergency, Mrs. Chambers?" said Cliff, eyes focused upon her full luscious tits.
"Thank goodness I caught you," she said breathlessly. She put her hand between her tits, and paused to catch her breath. His eyes never left the beautiful swells of tan flesh.
"My filter, Mr. Anderson, my filter isn't working. You have time to look at it before you leave? I know you must be terribly busy and all, but I really would appreciate it." She smiled at him and he looked at her beautiful face, almost for the first time.
"Sure thing, Mrs. Chambers. No trouble at all."
"Stella-but my friends call me Stell." "Stell it is." He pulled his pickup into her driveway and took a look at the filter.
Fifteen minutes later he was through.
"That should do it," said Cliff, wiping his hands on a shop towel he carried in the back pocket of his tight Levi's.
"How much do I owe you?" she asked.
"Hell, it was nothing, Stell. You don't owe me a thing," he said with a longing look at her tits and cunt. "Maybe just come over for drinks some evening after your husband gets home from work. You'd like Betty, my wife."
"That would be great, Cliff. We just don't know a soul here in Pleasanton, I'm afraid."
"It won't take long, Stell, believe me." He again ran his eyes over her body like a little boy looking into a candy store.
Stell felt the magnetism, had felt it ever since she had run up to his pickup and felt him look at her. She didn't want him to leave, but didn't know how to keep him.
"Let me scoop off all that shit before I go," he said and picked up the long pole and began collecting the debris from the water.
"Oh, I can do that."
"Sure, you can do it, but I want to-okay?" He smiled at her and the smile seemed to fan the fires she had been unable to put out that morning with her own finger. She knew it was somehow dangerous, but she smiled back, smiled with her whole body.
"Thanks, Cliff. That's sweet of you."
"Damn right, old Cliff Anderson is one sweet guy, you can bet on it." He winked at her, and went about cleaning the pool.
"Can I get you a drink?"
"Thanks, that would be swell."
"You name it."
"I'm a gin man, Stell, a gin and tonic if you have it."
"You got it," she smiled again, aware that the smile suggested so much more than what her bright features indicated. She felt good for the first time in a long while as she went in to fix Cliff's drink. Her heart pounded and her blood raced, and it felt so good.
Five minutes later, she brought him his drink.
"What are you doing?" she said with a surprised look and almost dropped his drink on the concrete.
Cliff had his shirt off and was unbuttoning the top button of his Levi's.
"See the drain down there?" he said, pointing to the deep end of the pool. "There's something clogging up the drain. I don't think that would affect your filtering system, but you can't tell."
"What are you going to do?" She still didn't understand how that necessitated his taking off his clothes.
"I thought I'd just unclog it for you if I could."
Her eyes were wide with disbelief as she watched him pull off his pants one leg at a time, balancing there on the edge of the pool.
"I'll take a drink if you don't mind," he said with a strange smile playing about his mouth.
It was a full, sensual mouth, and Stell could almost taste its kisses. She shook her head and tried to push back the feelings that he aroused in her.
"Umm, good," he said, and handed back the tall collins glass.
"Hell, I might as well take these off too," he said. "Devil of a time trying to explain to Betty how I got my shorts wet, don't you think?" He chuckled softly and stripped off his boxer shorts and stood before her in the nude, his cock hanging half hard and inviting between his legs, but before she could really take it in, he had plunged into the water and stroked toward the bottom.
She stood there quivering, goose bumps prickling her tanned flesh. Her pussy throbbed as she clung to the image of his thick cock, much thicker than she had imagined. How big would it be hard? Christ! She tried to force such thoughts from her mind. She was just torturing herself. In a few minutes he would be gone and she would be left high and dry again, having to fuck herself with her own finger-or the several other devices she had tried since her marriage.
"Got it!" he cried, breaking the surface in a rush of water and bubbles. He shook his medium length hair and sprayed water on her. She jumped back, but it had felt good, the sudden chill against her hot flesh.
He held up an old T-shirt rusted with the grilled pattern of the drain.
"That would have caused you some trouble eventually, anyway," he said, climbing up the ladder, water running off his bronzed body in quick rivulets. He stood at the top and the sun clung in a hundred beads of water around his prick. Her eyes could not pull away, and she knew that he was fully aware of it.
As she stood there, dumbfounded, his cock swelled up before her. Her eyes grew even larger as she watched the flesh of his cock expand, stretch, lengthen. The head grew into a mushroomed purplish knob and the cockshaft expanded to a pinkish stalk around which ran red and purple veins that seemed to pulse as his prick bobbed up and down.
"My god," she said, her hand automatically going to her mouth.
"I'd apologize, but I can't. You are a great-looking woman, Stell, and my cock just naturally reacts when it's around someone as sexy as you."
She could feel the scarlet flush up her throat and into her cheeks. She had never been in such a situation and didn't know how to react. The only thing she knew was that she liked the look of his cock, and in her heart of hearts, wanted it inside her aching pussy. But other feelings pulled at her.
"I think you had better get dressed and finish your drink and then leave, Cliff. I don't . . ."
"Hey, Stell, come on, honey, no harm intended. Let's face it, you are one fantastic broad, and my cock has a mind of its own, Stell. It is a persistent little devil," he said, smiling, holding his thick cock in his hand and shaking it at her.
She tried not to look at it, but she couldn't help herself. Her pussy, too, had a mind of its own, and right now it was overpowering every other feeling she had.
"Please, Cliff. I'm not like that . . . I've never ... I don't . . ." She felt pulled apart. Her need was so strong, her conscience so weak. She loved Tom, but she also needed . . . what? Needed to be fucked, really fucked.
"Don't kid yourself, Stell. You want it as much as I do. I can tell by just looking at your eyes. Your eyes are tasting my cock right now, honey, I can feel them nibbling at its head, and it feels so good."
"Go, Cliff, please go before something happens." She turned her face away from him, but she stood rooted to the concrete.
She felt his hand touch her shoulder. The electrical charge shot through ever limb and raced along the circuitry of her nerves to her cunt. Her whole body trembled with the energy that flowed from his touch.
"You want it as much as I do, Stell, admit it. You want my big cock up that pussy so much you can already feel it-the thickness of it, the length of it-fucking up into your hot cunt. Go ahead and tell me you don't want it, Stell. Try and convince me." His other hand touched her and both hands ran down her arms. The energy level rising quickened the beat of her heart and the rush of air into her lungs.
"Oh, God, Cliff, don't do this-don't." She begged him, but she didn't pull away, didn't turn, didn't fight him.
"Can't you feel my hot prick, Stell, feel it easing up your buttery cunt, slicing into your slick pussy like a hot knife, honey. Feel it? Sure you do." His hands moved to the large globes of her tits, squeezed them as they hung barely covered by her bikini top. His fingers brushed the hard nubs of her taut nipples. The crackle of lightning-like electricity danced through her and zapped her cunt like a thousand volts. Her knees buckled and she would have fallen had Cliff not caught her in his arms.
"Christ, Stell, don't fight it. You want to fuck and you know it."
"Don't, Cliff," she mumbled weakly into his ear. "Love my husband, Cliff, I really do."
"Sure you do, honey, sure you do. But right now you are gonna fuck good old Cliff. Forget about Tom. Just think about Cliff and his big, beautiful cock. That cock is gonna make you so happy, baby, so fuckin' happy."
She could feel the hard length of his cock moving down her belly toward her cunt. He was pushing it down with one hand and holding her up with the other around her shoulders. Christ, was he going to fuck her standing up? Could people do it that way? She had never been fucked in any other way than the good old missionary position, and for the briefest time imaginable.
"Gonna stick this cock right up your greased pussy," he said and laughed softly.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, shaking her head back and forth weakly. She had to resist, didn't she? Wasn't she trying to make him stop? It wasn't really her fault, then. How could it be? She continued moving her head slowly back and forth, even as she felt the head of Cliff's cock nudge against the mouth of her burning cunt.
"A little help, Stell," he said, bending his knees so that he could get his cock up and angled toward her pussy. He put his hand between her thighs and wiggled it back and forth. "Come on, honey, a little cooperation here."
"Nnnnn," she said, still moving her head, but her thighs parted a little as she bowed her knees slightly. "Cliff," she said, but it floated away without meaning.
"That's it, honey, a little more, baby. Let Cliff stick this thing up your cunt and fuck you till kingdom come." He leaned her body to one side and kicked out her leg with his foot. Her own foot spread and her legs came apart. "There you go," he said and, straightening her back up, his cock made its first penetration.
"Aaaaah," she sighed, "Ooooh, Jesus, oooh, no, Cliff, noooo," but his cock was inching up into her burning cunt and the fires had begun to rage. One last effort to stop him tumbled from her throat, "NOOOAAAHHH-GGG," and ended in a guttural strangling moan as all her resistance died.
"Uuuuummm, baby, what a cunt. God, better than I had hoped for, Stell-tight and warm. Shit, baby, are we gonna have us a time." His cock closed the gap between its head and root in one swift plunge.
"Oooooh, shit!" she cried. The cock filling her as nothing had since she had been married to Tom. "Oh, shit, oh Christ, fuck me, Cliff, oh yes, fuck me." She clamped her cunt down on his cock and began to move against him.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ," he said. "Where the fuck did you learn to do that?" A look of pure gratification filled his face.
"Just comes naturally, I guess," she said, smiling up into his face. All resistance having fled, there was no need to pretend that she didn't enjoy it, didn't want it.
He moved his hands to her ass and clutched her asscheeks. Then he began to fuck in earnest.
"Oooooh, yes, Cliff, that's the way-that's it, honey, fuck my cunt." She threw her head back, her blond hair fell like a golden waterfall down her lovely back. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me. I need it, honey, I need it so bad-oh, so fuckin' bad."
She gripped his cock with her cunt and fucked back. She tried to reach around and grip his ass with her hands but her arms were not long enough. He had actually lifted her off the ground, her legs dangling down beside his calves as her own thighs rested on his upper legs.
"Fuck, honey, that's it," he said, his own tool driving up into her tight cunt with mounting fury. "Fuck me with that tight cunt. Ball me, baby, ball me like you never balled before." His face grimaced with sheer pleasure as he fucked into her tightening pussy.
"Oh, it's been so long, Cliff, so so long. Do it, honey, do it right, baby. That's it-oh, that's it." She squirmed and twisted on his cock, squeezed with every muscle she had, coaxing him on to harder and harder thrusts, wilder and wilder gyrations as he stood fucking her with his thick cock and at the same time balancing her almost in mid-air like a circus seal balancing a ball.
"Mmmmm, honey, you're so good," she said, hugging him with her arms, flattening her titties against his chest until she could feel her hard, marble-like nipples burning at their centers. She pressed harder until the burning became more intense, bordering on pain, a sensation that seemed to fan the fires that soared in the furnace of her cunt.
"Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Baby, what a pussy, what a wild cunt." He fucked and fucked, balanced and fucked at the same time, thrusting up into her gripping cunt until she didn't think she could stand it any more. She had been dissatisfied so many times in the past that every time she neared the bright glowing promise of her come, she instinctively pulled back. But it only served now to stoke the fires even more, build up the incredible energy that she had been storing for years, an energy that now threatened to explode.
"God, Cliff, oh gooooood, what a cock, fuck me with that great cock of yours, the best cock, honey, such a good cock. Fuck me with it, baby! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"
"I'm doing it, honey, doin' it." And he was, his long thick cock ripping into her, satisfying her like her cunt had never been satisfied before in her life. But even with the satisfaction was born a new hunger, a new need, and she fucked wildly to meet it. "Fuck, oh fuck, shit, cunt." She fought to find words to meet the new Stella, the greedy Stella who had been born out of her fucking with Cliff.
"Yeah, oh yeah, baby-talk to me, fuck me.
"Fuck the shit out of me, Cliff-oh, fuck me crazy, fuck me to death, honey. I don't care if I die on this big hard thing; just keep fucking me."
"I ain't gonna stop, baby, ain't never gonna stop, hon, just gonna keep fucking till there ain't nothing left to fuck." He renewed his efforts, she could feel the muscles in his legs trembling, fucking even more wildly than before. His cock pounded into her cunt with such force that she could feel his thick blunt cockhead batter against the end of her cunt passage, threatening to rip through and plunge up into her guts.
"Aaaaahhhh," she cried, loving every inch of the cock that just might kill her with its wild pounding. "Ffffuuuuuuck, oh fuck, yeah, fuck, Cliff, FUCK . . . FUCK . . . FUCK." And then her cunt contracted, unexpectedly, and she was thrown headlong into the wildest come she had ever felt. Her pussy exploded, sending out rings of fire that ripped through her body like shock waves. Her arms and legs quivered, and her belly convulsed in a series of spasms that racked and shuddered her until she thought she really would die.
And as the spasms began to recede, she rode out their dying with a series of bucking jerks. "FUCK . . . FUCK . . . CLIFF . . . FUCK . . . CLIFF . . . FUCK ... OH FUCK." And then, as the feelings died away, she slumped against Cliff's chest and felt him continue to fuck her quivering cunt.
CHAPTER TWO
Only seconds after her own wild climax he shot off his load up into her still pulsating cunt, and had fucked so hard that they almost fell into the pool. It was only afterwards, as they lay together on a nearby chaise lounge, that she discovered that he hadn't even bothered to take off her suit, had simply pulled it aside and fucked up her cunt through the leg hole. They both laughed and he then took off the skimpy yellow bikini.
She played with his shrunken prick as it curled in his cock hair and glistened in the sun with the wet glaze of her pussy juice and his jism. She pulled it out of its nest and stretched it out as far as it would stretch. "Mmmm," she said.
"Shit, Stell, that was some fuck. I'll bet you were saving up for a year." .
"More like two," she said.
"Hmm?" he asked, not catching what she had said. He was busy playing with her long, pink nipples.
"Nothing, just mumbling to myself."
"Talking to yourself can be dangerous. Why don't you talk to him?" he said, and pushed her face down toward his curled cock.
He smelled of her pussy and his cum, and, surprisingly, it was not an offensive smell. She liked it. "Hello," she said. The purple head had become almost lavender as his cock rested, and the veins had disappeared under the loose skin.
"That's not exactly what I meant, honey. Talk to it with your mouth."
She still didn't understand, but when he pushed her face down upon his cock, her lips grazed the mushroom-like head and he said, "Yeah, honey, that's it."
"I . . . I never," she said, looking up at him wide eyed.
"You got to be kidding. Everybody does it now."
"No, I've never done it, Cliff." She swallowed hard. The only time she had even been close to doing it was on her wedding night, when she had wanted to kiss Tom's cock but he had pulled back, saying that he knew she really didn't want to do that, that she would just be doing it to please him.
"No better time to start, then." Cliff smiled at her and pushed her head back into his crotch. She was reluctant. "Come on, Stell, you'll love it. Sexy thing like you-you can't get enough sex, and you know it. Now, open up and gobble it down." Her mouth and nose nuzzled against his soft cock, and it did feel good. But taking the thing in her mouth was something else.
"Open wide," he coaxed, moving her face around on top of it. She could feel it begin to swell, and her mouth seemed to respond on its own, for before she knew it, her mouth had opened and her tongue had licked up the limp cockhead and sucked it in between her lips.
"That's it, baby, now suck old Cliff hard."
She sucked on the head and felt it grow in response to the pressure, swell with almost lightning speed, until the head had fully bloomed in her mouth.
"See what you made it do, baby. Like magic, huh." He smiled down at her and took the sides of her head in his hands. He moved her head up and down slowly so that her lips slid up and down around his cock. As her saliva coated his prick, he moved her head faster and faster.
"Now, you're doing it-ah, are you ever doing it. See, nothing to it." She could feel the pulse of his cock as it fucked in and out of her mouth. She tried to smile at him, but the round shaft of his prick molded her mouth to its shape. She did manage to nod her head slightly.
"Suck it, honey, suck it back to life." But it was already back to life, fully rigid, rock hard.
As Stell got into the action, she reached her hands around the base of his cock and began to jack him off, smooth strokes that matched those of her mouth.
"Yeah, baby, oh yeah, now you're cooking, really cooking. You'll have cum in no time, a nice hot load of jism for you to drink, Stell- good for the throat, honey, good for the soul." Her head moved faster as he increased the movements of his hands.
She felt his cockhead jut farther and farther back into her mouth, nudging against the back of her throat. She tried to pull back a little, but he held her too tightly. "Get your ass around here, honey, no need to waste that while you eat my cock, baby, is there?" She did as he asked, because at least he had eased up on her head, and she could more comfortably manage his thrusting cock. When she had moved around so that her bare ass was beside him, she felt his hand move up and stroke her wet cunt. His strokes quickly rekindled the fires that his thorough fucking had put out only a short while ago. His fingers moved around the damp mouth of her cunt, and finally two of them eased up inside, turned over and began to massage her clit.
"Oh, Jesus." She couldn't believe that she was ready again, but her clit knew otherwise. It radiated with the heat of her eagerness, and her ass twitched with anticipation.
"One hot box, Stell, juiced and ready to go. God, one hot number you are." His fingers fucked harder into her pussy, fucked deeper, until they crammed into her slick slot all the way up to the knuckles of his hand.
"Mmmm," she mumbled happily into his prick.
As he settled down to a steady fucking of her uplifted cunt with his fingers, his free hand returned to the back of her head and controlled its upward and downward movements.
She was soon lost in the twin actions, moving like an oil rig she had seen in her childhood, one end up while the other end was down, the other end up, the first down.
"Jesus, Stell, Jesus Christ! You are a natural," said Cliff, and began to force her farther onto his thick thrusting cock.
"Aaagggghhhh," she tried to complain, but the big cockhead lodged in her gagging throat, and the sound strangled and died.
"Eat it all, baby, take that good cock and eat the whole fuckin' thing." He pushed harder and she felt more of his cock slide down her throat.
She tried to twist away, but he held her face. The gagging sensation gripped her, and the thought of throwing up panicked her. She fought back the sensation, breathed through her nose and tried to focus on the hot fucking her cunt was taking from his hand.
"Close, baby!" he yelled as she thought she would surely die, choking to death on his gigantic cock. A flash of grim humor made it to the screen of her mind - Pleasonton Housewife Strangled to Death on Neighbor's Cock. The impulse to laugh loosened her throat just enough to allow Cliff's cock to thrust all the way into her mouth and down her throat.
"Aaaaggghhhyyy." She fought, but Cliff was already discharging what seemed to her later as quart after quart of his cum down her tight, choking throat.
"Aaaaah," he cried, "aaaaahhhhh, baby, fuuuuck, fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck," he chanted as his cock pumped his cum into her, gushing thrust after gushing thrust.
In the middle of his coming his hand slipped away from her head and with the release she pulled her head up, sliding his bloated, spurting cock out of her throat and mouth. It came out with a wet pop, and the last few jets of come shot into Stell's surprised face, splattering the hot, white cum across her mouth and cheeks. His prick pumped against the empty air, and the last weak dribble ran down the underside like a thick runner of cream from a melting ice-cream cone.
The panic now gone, the choking stopped, she bent and licked the dribble and flicked it into her mouth. The salty sweet taste was good, and she licked her cum-smeared lips.
And then she fell in a shuddering bundle against him as her second climax washed over her and sucked her breath away.
Later that evening, Stell was talking with her husband.
"And did Cliff charge to fix the filter?" asked Tom over dinner.
"No, he even invited us over some evening for drinks," she tried to say calmly. Guilt hung over her like a cloud.
"Would you like to?"
"Oh, it might be nice. We don't really know anyone."
"Sounds good then."
As they performed their nightly ritual, Stell clutched the sheets, begging Tom to last long enough for her own satisfaction to engulf her. But as usual he came too quickly, a brief spasmodic quiver before rolling over and going to sleep.
Stell's finger automatically came to her rescue, but there was another thought that hovered on the horizon of her consciousness. There were other ways of finding satisfaction, other ways of meeting her even greater needs. Her finger whipped her into a frenzy of excitement, and she had to control herself so that she didn't wake her husband who snored softly beside her.
CHAPTER THREE
"How would you like to go to a costume party?" she asked Tom several weeks later.
"Where?" he asked looking up from the evening paper.
"The Andersons'." She said it calmly, unemotionally. The guilt was great, but she had discovered a tremendous will. It seemed that a week didn't go by that Cliff found an excuse to drop by. Two weeks ago they had fucked in almost every room in the house, and Cliff was just sucking out her cunt for the second time when Tom had driven up the drive. He managed to beat a hasty retreat and while Stell had dressed quickly, he had caught Tom out by the pool, saying that he had been checking the filter, and everything was working fine.
"I don't know, Stell, costume parties aren't really my thing."
"It might be fun, honey. A chance to meet some people, too. We still haven't made any real friends, you know." She sat down on the arm of his chair, and ran her fingers around his ear.
"When is it?"
"The thirty-first," she said smiling hopefully.
"Hum, well, we'll see, okay? If I'm not too busy at the office." She hugged him around the neck and he squeezed her leg far up on her thigh. The thrill raced through her. He so seldom touched her, and she loved it when he did. She wondered why he wasn't more interested in sex. She used to think that it might be her, but she had begun to change her mind about that.
A week and a half later, they attended the Andersons' party.
The Andersons lived in a two story colonial with huge white pillars supporting a mock portico. Stell loved the house and at times envied Betty for having a sexy husband and a handsome home.
"Hi there, you two," said Betty greeting them at the door. She was a short brunette with incredibly large tits, tits that jumped out at Stell through the gauzy fabric of Betty's harem costume. Her thick, round nipples were clearly visible, as were the large brown circles out of which they jutted.
"Well, hello," said Tom, eying her costume. He himself wore a bunny suit with large floppy ears.
"It seems like ages since we've seen you two," said Betty, big tits bouncing up and down as she clapped her hands enthusiastically.
Stell thought that she had never seen so much of Betty as they were seeing right now. She wondered if she were wearing anything under the thin garment; she thought she could detect the thick growth of dark pussy hair lurking at the crotch of her flimsy, ballooning trousers.
"Nice to see," she caught herself, almost saying, "so much of you," and continued, "see you again."
There must have been a dozen couples there, milling around, drinks in their hands, chatting happily. The thing that Stell noticed was how sexy the women's costumes were. Betty took her around and introduced her to a slave girl who had bare tits hanging out of crossed leather straps and a Marie Antoinette with hair piled up on top of her head and large white titties whose pink nipples perched on the ruffled bodice of her gown. Stell felt absolutely overdressed in her ballerina costume. The only thing it showed off were her lovely long legs.
As the party wore on and the liquor disappeared, she and Tom became separated. She didn't really mind, for he seemed to be having a good time.
"Hi ya, sweetheart," came a mock Bogey voice behind her. "Ever been fucked by a clown?" She turned around and was met by a large red nose surrounded by a white face.
"Cliff!?" She wasn't really sure. The makeup hid the familiar characteristics too well.
"I said, 'You ever been fucked by a clown,' sister."
She looked around, thankful that no one was near. She blushed and her hand went to her throat.
"Ssssh, someone will hear you, crazy."
"Not crazy, baby-horny." He reached out and took her hand. "Come on. I'll show you around."
He nearly dragged her down the hall and up the stairs. The upstairs was dimly lit, and she couldn't see very well through her plain black mask.
"Where are you taking mc?"
"You'll see, sweetheart." He spoke in the same slurred voice, and Stell wasn't absolutely sure that it was Cliff. But who else would talk like that to her?
"In here" he said, with almost a normal voice, and still she wasn't sure. The door closed behind them, and the clown forced her down on her knees before him. His grip was powerful and she did as his hands demanded. The tile floor was cold to her bare knees.
The clown stood against the door and his hands reached back and locked it. "Nice and private, sweetheart," he said. "Now I've got a little surprise for you." He reached down and unzipped his baggy pants and plopped out a huge cock with a red bulbous head just like his nose.
"Ooooh!" she gasped as the cock sprang out at her.
"Easy, sweetheart, easy." He reached down and pulled off what turned out to be a tennis ball mounted to the head of his cock by a hole cut in one side.
"The real thing, sugar, now I know you don't want to waste the evening downstairs playing guess who. This is the real clown, sugar, and he is standing up just for you." He pushed the head of his cock down toward her mouth.
As confused and uncertain as she was, she felt her mouth slowly open, lips parting and anticipating the taste of the cockhead that pulsed before her.
"Suck the real thing, baby, suck it in that pretty mouth, baby." He grabbed her head and pulled her onto his rigid prick.
"Aaaaggghhhh," she gasped and choked as the blunt cockhead slammed against the back of her throat.
"Come on, sweetheart, don't pretend that you can't take it, 'cause I know better. Open wide, and get some throat action going. We ain't got all night, you know." He held her head and began to fuck into her mouth and throat. Her mouth had been dry with excitement before, but as he fucked into her, she began to warm to the feel of his cock, his balls brushing against her chin as he thrust against her. As the moisture returned to her mouth, the cock began to work into her throat, slowly-painfully at first-but as he fucked her face, the pain eased.
"Yeah, baby, suck it!" he said, fucking harder into her.
She held his cock at the base in an attempt to hold back the force of his thrusts, but he was so strong that she ended up doing little but jacking off the thick base of his cock.
"That's it, honey-oh, baby, that's it. Jerk that son-of-a-bitch off, suck it off, do it, honey." He hooked his middle fingers in her ears and it was as if his fingers were fucking her ears.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, giving full approval to what was happening, participating fully as she tried to relax her throat and accept the thrusting cock.
"Throat it, baby-that's it, honey-take it all." That was exactly what she hoped to do-devour the full length of the straining cock.
"Sweet mouth, hot cunt-face, oooo, love it, love you suckin' my prick." His hips moved and pumped, his cock slid deeper and deeper into her throat.
She could feel her pussy now, throbbing and burning. She was leaking like a broken faucet down there. Leaving one hand on the thrusting cock, she let the other fall below her tutu and her fingers sought out the edge of her tights.
"Uh huh, baby," he said. "Get your hand back up there. Plenty of time for your pussy when we're done here, honey."
She returned her hand and jerked his cock with strong milking motions, but she had taken so much of it down her throat, that there really wasn't much for her to jack off.
The problem was soon solved, however, for the clown's cock began to bob and buck and thrust all at the same time, and then the hot powerful jets of cum were shooting down her throat, gusher after gusher spouting out of his pumping prick.
"Aaaah . . . aaaah . . . aaaah ..." he grunted as his hot jism poured down her constricting throat. "Oh, fuck, baby, oh, fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck," he cried as the last dying spurt landed on her tongue as he pulled out of her throat and mouth. She swallowed the thick gob and thrilled at the salty sweet taste she had come to love, even when she didn't know from whose cock it came.
"Now for that pretty pussy, sweetheart. We play our cards right, sugar, and this dumb thing will just keep fucking. He don't know a mouth from a cunt." He helped her up and reached under her tutu for her tights, jerking them off and down her long legs in one violent motion.
The movement was so fast and the air on her wet pussy so suddenly chill that she gasped, "Ooooh!"
"No time for gentleness, sweetheart. Speed is of the essence." He turned her around and led her to the toilet where he turned around and sat down on the closed lid.
"Alright, sweetheart, see if you can sit down on that thing and give it a ride." He lifted the back of her ruffled skirt and put his hand between her legs from the rear.
"Christ!" he said, "you got a river up there. Come on, let's not waste what time we have."
Her heart pounded against her rib cage. Her pussy was hungry for the big cock that stuck up from the clown's lap. No matter who it belonged to, she wanted it stuffed up her pussy, crammed up her needy cunt.
"Yes," she said as she moved backward and spread her legs. "Oh, yes, fuck me, whoever you are. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." She felt the thick cockhead meet the drenched mouth of her cunt and slide in without a moment's pause. She had never been so hot, so wet, so ready to fuck. She had never experienced such excitement. And then she became aware that part of her excitement, a big part of her turn-on, came from the fact that only a floor of tile and plaster separated her from a house full of people, one of whom was her own husband.
"Fuck me!" she yelled, louder than she needed to.
"Shhhh!" said the clown. "We aren't the only ones home, you know."
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!", she cried and moved up and down upon his thick prick.
"Yeah, baby, that's it. Fuck my old cock, honey-old tired cock. Bring it back to life." He fucked up into her from the back-fucked rhythmically-his prick already fully erect, rock hard in her cunt.
She felt his hands move around to the front of her, fumble with the wire bra that held her titties close to her chest like a real ballerina.
"Careful," she managed to say, but he had already turned down the wire contraption, freeing her tight, bouncing boobs.
"Gotcha," he said, and his hands began kneading the firm flesh of her tits, working them like silly putty. His strong fingers came close to hurting as they dug into her tender tits, but they always managed to stay just this side of the threshold of pain.
"Jesus!" she said. "Oh, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!" She turned her head from side to side, putting her own hands on top of his and pressing them down against her already flattened tits. She fucked up and down on his thick cock, twisting and grinding her pussy against his powerful cock.
"Tight pussy, honey, tight cunt-tightest. Fuck me, hon, fuck me like a wild cat."
She rode up and down the full length of his cock, rode up to its very rim and then plunged down its full length to settle with a gushing whush against its thick root.
"Yeah, babe, fuck it-you can really fuck it, honey. Nobody fucks better than my ballerina-nobody." He began to pull her up and down by the tits, jerking her like a doll with titties for handles.
"Oooooooh!" she cried into the stillness of the bathroom. "Mmmmmmm." She reached down between her legs and lifted his heavy balls with her two hands. She weighed them gently, and then pulled them up toward her.
"Fuck balls," she said, "sweet fuck balls." She pulled harder.
"Careful, sweetheart-they aren't rubber."
She let them fall between her legs and began to fuck the massive cock with controlled earnestness. She contracted her pussy with each upward motion, then relaxed it with each downward motion as she fell against his root. Up and down, up and down, she milked his big cock and he moaned with pleasure.
"You are a natural, aren't you," he said as if he had had some doubt. "I'd never believe it if I didn't feel it. What a natural." He squeezed her titties hard and kissed the nape of her neck.
"Oh, fuck me, you big son-of-a-bitch," she said. "Fuck me till I'm black and blue."
"I'll fuck your black and blue pussy, sweetheart-fuck all the black and blue out of it and then start all over again."
"Yes ... yes ... yes .. . never stop fucking me-oh, fuck me forever, forever, forever." Her cunt screwed up on his cock and he uttered a soft moan that fell somewhere between pain and pleasure.
"God," he said, "I can't stand it, honey, can't stand too much more, sugar-gonna shoot my hot load up your fuckin' cunt, drown that fuck-hole of yours with my cum, my hot, white cum.
"Do it, honey," she begged, "oh, do it. Flood my cunt with your cum, drown me with it, make it run out my mouth and ears. I can't get enough of your cock, enough of your cum. FUCK ME! OH YES, FUCK ME!" she cried, and he didn't try to shush her.
In the swirl of feelings she was aware that it didn't matter whose cock it was that pumped up into her, didn't matter whose cum it was that flooded her cunt. All that mattered was that cock and cum were there, lots of both.
"Your cunt is one hot bitch, honey-hottest little pussy I've ever had my cock sunk into. Can't get enough of your cunt, babe, never enough."
Stell couldn't get enough cock, period. She knew it now, had thought about it once or twice over the past few weeks, but now she knew it beyond question.
"Fuck me, baby, make me come and then fuck me again. I need to fuck and fuck and fuck, honey. I just need to be fucked without stopping."
She felt his hand move around to the front of her and finger around her upper pussy slit. "Ooooh, that feels good, baby. Lower, honey, but that feels so good-you fucking me at the same time. Oh, do it, honey, do it good." She felt his finger rub around the nub of her swollen clit-he rolled it around like a fleshy ball and sent renewed flames shooting up her already burning cunt.
"Aaaaah, honey, I can't stand that-but don't stop, please don't stop," she said, grabbing him by the wrist when the fingers of his hand stopped and- she thought he would pull his hand away.
His big cock had taken on new life and drilled up into her tight pussy like a pneumatic tool, spreading her cunt even wider.
"Oh, yes . . . yes . . . yes . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck," she chanted to herself, fucking for all she was worth, her pussy writhing and squirming on the cock that drove her crazy with its plunging action. - And then the clown took her clit between his thumb and forefinger. "Almost there, baby- close, honey-oh, so close," he said against her ear. As he rolled her clit back and forth, she felt the whole evening close in upon her, crush out everything except for the intense pleasure the man's fingers produced upon her clit-she was no more than the sensation in her clit, but it was everything.
And then the bright white bubble that had formed out on the very edge of her consciousness swelled so quickly that she was swallowed up by it, and at the moment it engulfed her, the whole thing exploded with a white hot heat.
"Eeeeeiiiiii," she screamed and felt herself shatter into a thousand tiny bubbles of pulsating light and heat.
"Fuuuuckkkk," she cried as she fell into the vast emptiness.
CHAPTER FOUR
A short time later, Stell still felt a little weak in the knees as she walked around the living room and smiled at everyone. From time to time she thought she felt the combined accumulation of his cum and her pussy juices dribbling down the insides of her thighs, but she had to be mistaken. She had washed carefully after the clown had left.
"Having fun?" asked a bearded pirate with a patch over one eye. "If things get boring, just give me a wink. I've got a saber here I haven't used all night." He patted himself halfway between his sword and his cock, so Stell wasn't sure just what his intent had been. She just smiled and said, "I'll remember that."
A strong man from the circus had a cat lady in leotards pressed up against the downstairs hall closet, and was harmlessly nibbling at her ear lobe, Only later did she see that the kitty's paws had exposed the strong man's cock and were busy jacking it off in the dimly lit hall. She sighed and walked about looking for Tom.
She found him in the kitchen with two beautiful women bent over the table in a deep discussion over tax credits.
She was glad to see that Tom was at least able to talk about what he knew best. The women seemed interested. A redheaded cowgirl seemed so interested that her large freckled breasts almost fell out of her open checked shirt onto the table top beside him.
"Hi, hon," he said. "This is Terri and Roberta."
"Hi," she said, holding up the glass of wine someone had handed her in the living room. The women nodded and turned back to Tom. He shrugged and continued his conversation.
"Cheers," she said, happy that all was well, for her pussy was more than satisfied, and she could really enjoy the evening knowing that Tom wasn't bored.
People seemed to have broken up into clusters in the living room and she managed to stay at the edges of several^-before she found one that interested her.
She seemed to gravitate to a group of people talking about strange sexual experiences they had heard about. A striking blond wearing a black mask just like Stell's and a revealing Roman toga had just finished telling about a woman who had been raped by a gorilla. The thing had actually come down out of the hills one night and crept into this hut and raped a woman.
"Can you imagine getting it from a gorilla? I wonder how big their things are?"
"They do it from the back, don't they?" asked another woman dressed as an Indian maiden. The only thing she wore on top was a buckskin vest. Her small, firm tits wiggled and bobbed behind the open flaps of the leather vest.
"Do you know?" she asked Stell. "Ah . . . ah." Startled, she couldn't find words.
The Indian maiden shrugged, revealing most of her small, high-riding titties. Stell wished that her tits would ride that high. But women with smaller tits always seemed to look like that. Besides, she thought, she might look really funny with such big titties sticking way up there.
"Ever fuck a clown, sweetheart?" said a voice behind her and she jumped, spilling her drink.
"Shit," she said. "I'm sorry, did I get it on you?" She was speaking to the woman next to her, the jungle woman in a striped suit that exposed one breast completely.
The woman lifted her large tit and licked at the nipple with her bent head. "No harm done, honey, none in the least. Want a lick?" She offered the tit to Stell.
She shook her head and turned to see who had spoken those familiar words. There was no one behind her, but at the entrance to the hall stood the clown she had been with before-at least she thought it was the same clown. He wore the same costume and the same makeup. But he seemed somehow taller. He motioned her over with a nod of his head, his floppy hat falling over one eye. He pushed it back with the back of his hand.
Stell found herself walking over to him, almost drawn to him with the hope of more games upstairs.
"Hi," she said. "I like clowns."
"You ever fucked a clown, sweetheart," he said in the same Bogey voice.
"Don't you know," she said in a surprised voice.
"Should I, sugar?"
"If you don't, who does?"
"If you ain't ever fucked a clown, sweetheart, it's time you did."
"Or again," she said as he led her down the hall toward the stairs. As she passed the kitchen, she saw Tom and the women, now three, gathered around the table. He was telling them something and they were all laughing. One had her arm draped around his shoulders. He would never miss her, and, yes, she needed fucking again-could never get enough fucking.
Upstairs the clown led her into one of the bedrooms and shut the door. He fumbled with the knob and then said, "Shit."
"What's the matter."
"No lock," he said. "Oh well, what the hell. Live dangerously, right?"
She shrugged her shoulders in the dark room. The clown came toward her and reached up under her ruffled skirt. He ran his hands around her full firm ass and around to the front over her pussy mound.
"You like to have the clown eat your pussy before he fucks you, sweetheart? He hasn't eaten a real live ballerina all night."
Her whole body trembled. Tom had never gone down on her, and the closest Cliff had come was a wet kiss planted on her cunt lips when they had been wrestling around on the bedroom carpet one afternoon.
"God, yes. Eat, clown, eat."
She felt his hands tuck in under the tight elastic of her thighs and turn them down over her ass and hips. He drew them down her long legs and whistled softly to himself as he stuck his head up under her short skirt.
She felt his hot tongue lap up against her pussy lips-lap, lap, lap, like a dog licking his master. She spread her legs so his tongue could get right up into her cunt.
"You got a great little pussy here, Stella, a great little cunt," and his tongue went back to work. She could feel it now slipping up between the slick wet lips and into the cunt itself, the tongue surprisingly rough, but satisfyingly so.
"Aaaaah, Jesus," she said, writhing and twisting with the pleasure his tongue brought her. "Fuck me with your tongue-oh yes, sink it in, honey-fuck it all the way in. I love it, I love it, I love it." She clasped the back of his head and forced it up into her wet pussy.
"God. Careful, Stella, I'll suffocate-happily, but still, I'd be dead."
"Sorry, but it feels so good."
"You never had your pussy licked before, honey?"
"No."
"You poor thing. Just relax, baby, 'cause I'm gonna lick some pussy tonight. Fasten your seat belt, Stella, we are about to take off."
Why was he calling her Stella? Even with the funny voice, it wasn't right. Since the first day he had called her Stell. She tried to think why, but she didn't have time to worry about it, for he was pushing her toward the bed. She fell back over the edge and he quickly drew her legs up.
"Spread 'em, baby, so I can go to work."
She felt his fingers spread her pussy lips apart and his tongue run up and down the groove of her cunt. He turned his head sideways and ran the length of her pussy in long, slow sweeps with his tongue, all the way from bottom to top, brushing against her clit in the process and sending shudders throughout her body.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby-lick my cunt, honey-lick it!" She pulled her legs up and as far apart as she could. She wanted him to have all the room he needed.
She felt his tongue circle her clit in tight little rings of electricity, and then knife-sharp slashing motions up and down. She even felt his tongue slip out of her cunt and drop to the tight shithole of her ass.
"Oooo, ooooh," she cried, his hot tongue cold against the puckered asshole. God, how could something like that feel so good? How could he do it, but more importantly, how could it feel so deliciously good?
"Yes, oh yes," she said, wiggling her pussy and ass around, contracting her cunt muscles, feeling the walls rub against each other. "Do it, honey, lick my shitter - lick it good." She couldn't believe herself-asking a man to lick her asshole, but that was what she wanted- needed. "Yes, lick it, honey, stick your tongue up my asshole, baby. Ream out my asshole with your tongue." And the feeling that he caused when he stuck his long tongue through the ring of tight muscle and up into her ass caused her to go wild.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!" she cried, words failing her and tangling in her throat. "Shit! Fuck, oh shitfuckcum!" She thrust her hips and pussy around so frantically that he couldn't keep his tongue planted up her ass.
"Christ, you are a wild cat, aren't you. Jesus fuckin' Christ. Let me at that pussy. I'm still hungry." He fell to licking her cunt again, and her nerves were so raw and tingling that Stell thought she would come with the first thrust of his rough exquisite tongue.
The clown was a master, however, and just when Stell thought she couldn't stand it anymore-that she would come whether she wanted to or not, the clown would back off and lick in lazy circles around the swollen mouth of her pussy, up and down the crevices of her asscheeks and thighs.
"Please, oh, please, eat me, suck me, make me come-please, please, fuck me with your tongue."
And he would again plunge his tongue up her cunt and whip her pussy into a frenzied state, edging her closer and closer to the intensity of her come, only to fall back to the lazy licking around cunt mouth and inner thighs.
"I can't take anymore-oh, please do it, make it happen," she begged, and in her frenzy grabbed his head, forced it down between her legs and locked it there with her strong long legs.
"Eat me, you bastard, eat me you mother fucking bastard." She squeezed his head between her thighs like a nut in a nut cracker, and the clown's tongue slashed out at her enraged clit.
"That's it, you cunt licker, that's it-lick my clit, you pig fucker." In her rage she was aware that her vocabulary didn't match her needs or feelings. She had outstripped her upbringing.
And then the clown's lips closed around her blood engorged clit and in one swift motion he sucked it into his mouth. Stell thought the world had exploded when he did, for the pressure of his sucking mouth on her red raw clit triggered the most devastating come Stell Chambers had ever experienced.
"Mmmmmmm!" she screamed into the back of her forearm, aware of the necessity for not arousing too much attention from the crowd below.
"Oooooh, ooooooh, ooooooh, shit, fuck- oh, shit, fuck," she mumbled incoherently, rolling her head from side to side and shaking as the force of her orgasm wracked her tingling body.
"Shit! Honey, I've never seen anything like that. I've never seen a woman come like that."
The clown knelt there between her legs shaking his head and watching the final fading spasms twitching through her beautiful body.
"I'll be damned if I let any of this go to waste," he said and quickly jumped up and unbuckled the large belt that held up his baggy pants. They fell around his too large shoes and he kicked them off. He jerked at his shorts and nearly ripped them as he fought to get them down over his huge erect cock.
"Yes, yes, yes," Stell said, "hurry, baby- I'm still hot, honey, still so fuckin' hot. Put out my fires, love, stuff that cock up my hot cunt and drown my fires with your thick cum."
"Jesus, let me at it." He crawled up between her legs and forced his cock down between her spread thighs. The large cockhead slid easily into her cunt, the thick juices of her coming still lubricating her whole cunt.
"Yes, that's it-that's it, honey-fuck me." She reached around him and grabbed his ass and pulled him toward her, ramming his entire cock into her in one fell swoop.
"Ooooooof," he gasped.
"Aaaaaaah," she sighed.
And then they began to fuck to some tempo they both instinctively understood. In and out with long powerful strokes, he slammed his huge hunk of cockmeat into her tight cunt. Up and down with steady, intense heaving of her hips and pussy, she thrust against his plunging cock.
"Yeah, oh, yeah, baby-so good-such a good cunt-oh, I love that pussy, baby-fuck it."
"Me too, me too, oh, me too-I love cock, all the cock-oh, please, all the cock there is." She twisted and squirmed on his plunging prick and squeezed her cunt muscles around the thick prick.
"Eeeeeaaaa! Fuck, oh fuck, baby-fuck," he said, the words coming in a hot rush of air against her face. His hands worked beneath her, and she felt them spread her asscheeks, fingers pulling them apart as they grooved in the cleft.
"Oh, God, fuck me, yes-fuck me-so close-oh, so close," she cried, pulling at his ass.
"Yeah, baby, fuck, baby." His hands were still working at her ass, and then a finger shot up her asshole out of nowhere.
"Aaaooooh!" she screamed, and then the pressure, for it really hadn't been pain, eased, and it was back to fuck, glorious fuck- pleasure building on top of pleasure.
Her own finger, to match his, sought out the puckered ring of his asshole and worked its way in. The going was harder because her asshole had been drenched by the thick flow of her pussy juice. But she managed, and when she had sunk her finger up to the first knuckle, they both began to come.
"Oooooooh," he cried, fucking wildly, driving his finger as far up her ass as he could, her feeling his cock and finger almost rubbing together inside her.
"Ssssshit!" she cried, and bucked just as wildly into his thrusting cock. She too sank her finger up his ass and pumped in unison with his cock's thrusting plunges up her cunt.
Finally, the last rippling spasm having died into the darkness of the night, they lay still and she felt their hearts pounding against one another.
Later, as they were undressing for bed, her husband spoke.
"Have a good time this evening? I didn't see much of you."
"Yes, and you?" She kept turned away from him. Surely he would be able to see something, although just what she didn't know-but something to show that she had been fucked almost senseless during the party.
"Quite nice. Met some nice people. Oh, by the way-Cliff gave me the name of an electrician who can do that wiring work for us. He'll call you tomorrow about coming by."
"Good," she said. She was tired and hoped he wouldn't want to fuck tonight of all nights. But he was up for some reason, and as soon as he got into bed he reached for her.
"I'm tired, dear," she protested weakly, but she saw the disappointed look on his face. "But if you want to, fine." She pulled up her gown and spread her tired legs.
Tom fucked her with unusual enthusiasm, but if anything, the fuck was shorter than usual, and he spilled what seemed to Stell a tremendous load of cum into her over-fucked cunt.
She waited for sleep and wondered what tomorrow would bring.
CHAPTER FIVE
Stell sat at the breakfast table drinking coffee. Tom had left in good spirits, off to add and subtract long columns of numbers, moving a decimal point here, a digit there, until, with the stroke of his magic pencil he managed to make the account ledgers of Tidewell Electronics balance and the profit margin glow with black ink.
She didn't see how he could push numbers around all day long, but he at least had secured a nice house for her and kept the bills paid. She uttered a long sigh, and her housecoat fell open to expose her full, large tits. She automatically pulled her robe closed. Surely there had to be more to it all than that-some excitement, some enjoyment. The chiming of the door bell startled her and she spilled coffee into her saucer.
Tightening the tie of her robe, she went to the door. She looked through the peep hole and saw the distorted smiling face of a man she vaguely recognized, but didn't know.
"Peek-a-boo," he said and made her jump back from the door. "Hi, Stella, it's me, Bill Simmons. Cliff said you had some electrical work he wanted me to look at for you."
"Sorry," she said, opening the door quickly.
"You gave me a fright."
"Hey, I didn't mean to do that, Stella. I thought you would recognize me, that's all."
"Should I have?" He was tall and rather thin, compared with Cliff, anyway. His ruggedly handsome face sparkled life and energy, and she felt that she really should recognize him, but from where?
"I thought you might remember me from the party, but I guess not." He looked disappointed.
"Were we introduced?" She had the strongest feeling that she should know the man-felt it deep in her gut. But if she didn't, at least she was sure that she wanted to know him. His rugged good looks had set her heart beating a skip faster and her blood racing a little quicker.
"Huump, what is this electrical work that you have to do, Stella? May I call you that?"
"Sure, but my friends all call me Stell."
"Okay, Stell-why don't you show me what needs to be done, and I'll write up an estimate for you." He stepped inside and closed the door behind him and she led him into the kitchen.
"Really, there are several things that need doing. We need a two-twenty line in here for an electric range, and we-say, would you like a cup of coffee? I was just having one when you rang." She motioned to the cup and saucer on the table.
"If it's made and it's no trouble," he said, smiling at her in the strangest way.
"No trouble at all. It's nice to have company." She got him another cup and bent to pour the coffee. Her robe fell open so that he was able to see one whole tit, nipple to cone-shaped base.
He sucked in air through his teeth and it made a slight whistling sound. She grabbed her robe and pulled it to, but spilled coffee on the table as she jerked up.
"Oh, dammit!" She set down the coffee pot and grabbed the dish rag and wiped up the spill. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little klutzy today, I suppose."
"I'd say you have a right to be, after that party last night." He smiled at her again in that mysterious way.
"What do you mean?" She stood straight. What did he know about what had gone on at the party? Could it be that he had seen her and Cliff sneaking upstairs, had followed them-had overheard, or even seen?
"No, nothing. Just that it was a weird party."
He took his coffee cup and went around inspecting the areas she said needed work. He turned to her several times and smiled as if he knew something she didn't, but he remained silent as he walked and figured.
Later, as he sat at the table and figured up the final bid estimate on an official-looking form attacked to a clipboard, he drank his coffee and smiled at her as much as he wrote.
"You must like clowns," he said, sounding offhanded, but causing her to start, her face to flush, and her heart to skip a full beat.
"I . . . I . . . don't have the faintest idea what you mean, Mr. Simmons." She clutched the crossed vee of her robe's collar and pulled it toward her throat. He had seen!
"Sure you do, Stell. The most exciting performer in the circus is the clown-right, Stell? Made you very happy last night, didn't he?"
"Mr. Simmons, I don't know what you are talking about, and I think you had better leave now." She got up and squared her shoulders. Her breasts stuck out as she did so, but she wasn't paying any attention to that. Also, in her huff, she had thrown back one flap of her gown and her long, lovely tan leg lay exposed to Bill Simmons' line of sight.
"Great leg, Stell, a really great leg-along with everything else."
She jerked her robe back around her legs and stamped her foot on the floor, her bedroom slipper slapping the glossy linoleum.
Bill Simmons calmly went on figuring on his clipboard, a broad smile across his face.
"Out, Mr. Simmons-out this instant, or I'll call my husband."
"Oh, I don't think you'll do that, Stell. How would good old Tom like to know that his sweet little Stella was banging the circus clown? I don't think that would set too well with him, now, do you?" he finished the figuring and signed the copy with a flourish.
"That does it, Stell. On to better things, right?"
Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she trembled with rage. She had no idea what to do. What she could do? What if he did tell Tom? Christ!
"Which clown did you like best, Stell?" His smile took on a devilish look and he laughed softly to himself.
"Which-" Her eyes flew open as wide as the saucers that sat on the table. "Which clown . . . but ..." Her throat constricted and her mouth went dry. Her stomach rolled over once and seemed to drop out of her body all together. She shook her head in disbelief.
"Yeah, Stell, two clowns-clown one and clown two."
"Oh, my God, my ever lovin' God."
"One of them better than the other? More fun? Fuck better?"
"I don't know how you ... I don't . . ." She sat back down in the kitchen chair, her robe falling open, exposing both her legs and the thick blonde tuft of pussy hair.
"I'm glad you dressed for the occasion, Stell, because last night was too cramped for my style." He got up and began pulling off the tan work shirt. His chest was covered with thick, soft, golden brown hair. His flat belly was rippled with muscle and the body hair grew darker as it fanned out and disappeared into his pants.
"Oh, please, no," said Stell, realizing what was happening.
"You didn't complain last night, honey. As a matter of fact,.you begged me to fuck you forever." He undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants.
"But I didn't know ... I thought it : . ." She looked up at him, shaking her head. The top of her robe had opened and her big tits spilled out into open view. Their big pink nipples looked like jelly beans that needed to be sucked.
"Jesus, you are some woman, Stell." He hurriedly took off his pants, standing on first one leg and then the other. He had difficulty getting his pants off over his work shoes, but he managed, hopping around a little before he was through.
"But it isn't fair," she whined. "I thought you were-" "What the fuck difference does it make, honey? Didn't you like it. Didn't I eat out your pussy good enough for you?"
His question threw her back into the memory of last night, the fiery tongue that lapped at her pussy, .teased her clit, and sank deep into her cunt in a way that nothing had ever done before-no finger or cock-and had brought her the most fantastic come. Shit! The quiver ran up from her cunt even as she sat there.
"If you're cold," he said, seeing her shiver, "I'll warm you up in no time, don't you worry about that." He stood there comically in his white shorts, his cock already half hard and bulging out against the thin material, and in his brown work shoes.
She couldn't help smiling at him.
He looked down at his own attire and laughed. "Sexy as hell, ain't it."
"I . . . I . . ." but she didn't know what to say. She was no longer mad, but she was confused. How had all that happened last night?
"Listen, you liked it well enough in the dark. Why not do it in the light and really enjoy it? I don't see what difference it makes. So you didn't know who you were fucking last night. I'm still the same guy and you're still the same woman, right? Only thing I can see is that it might even be better, if anything could be better than last night. Stell, you are one fantastic piece of ass, sweetheart," he said, dredging up his Bogey imitation.
She smiled. She couldn't think of anything else to do, and his logic was pretty sound. What difference did it make? He had been great last night, so why not today?
"Why not?" she said, and stood up out of the chair, her robe falling down over the back and seat.
"What a body," said Bill, reaching out and twisting the nipples of her titties. He twisted until it almost hurt, but Stell liked the feel, the half pain that gripped her and tugged powerfully at her cunt. "What tits-Christ, Stell, what gorgeous tits."
"You gonna fuck me on the kitchen floor or someplace more comfortable?" she asked, smiling now to match him.
"I'm gonna fuck you everyplace there is, sweetheart. I'm gonna fuck you in every nook and cranny of this here house. And when we've fucked in all those places, I guess I'll just have to build some more."
Leaving their clothes littering the kitchen, he led her to the living room couch and pulled her down on top of him.
"Take off your shoes, Bill. The couch."
"Oh, sure. My mind was on other things." He sat up and untied his shoes, setting them at the end of the sofa. "Don't know as I'll need these either," he said, and stripped off his shorts, dropping them on top of his shoes.
His cock stuck straight out-no bow, no bend, no angle-straight out at her. It was long and thick, and she reached for it immediately. No sense in being shy at this stage of things.
"Since you had a chance to eat me last night-it was you, wasn't it?"
"What do you think?"
"God, I can't be sure anymore."
"Well, you've got the sweetest pussy in Pleasanton, and I've sampled a few, believe me.
"Well, the least I can do is return the favor. Last night was the first for me. I'd never had my cunt sucked or eaten before. It was wild. You can do it again anytime you get hungry for pussy, Bill."
"Better not say that. With a pussy as sweet as yours, I might just be hungry all the time. Might even see about getting myself a tapeworm."
She pulled on his cock and he moved toward her. His cockhead was large and the shaft was thick. It seemed bigger and thicker than Cliff's cock, and she wondered if she would be able to throat it the way she had Cliff's. She really wanted to, to repay Bill for sucking her cunt so wildly the night before.
"You gonna eat that thing or sit there and admire it all morning?"
"God, I love cock, Bill-I really can't get enough cock, it seems."
"Well, just as long as I've got enough for this morning." He pushed his cock at her mouth and she licked the end with her pink tongue.
"More than enough, honey," she said, almost purring into the swollen, red cockhead.
"Well, get busy and start eating, sugar, cause I got a load in my balls that won't quit. I thought about your sweet pussy all last night, and I've saved up a gallon of cum just for you."
"Oh, yummy, I love cum, Bill-love the taste of it, the feel of it, the smell of it. I wish I could take baths in it, roll around in it." Her body quivered and her tits jiggled as the thrill of anticipation ran through her.
Her mouth opened and his cock plunged in. She closed her lips tightly and banged his cock in and out of her tight mouth. As her saliva built up, his prick began to slide in and out easily with a soft, wet sucking sound. She was sensitive to the sound-the sound of a cock fucking a wet pussy, and it turned her on as much as the cock in her hot mouth.
"Shit! Oh, shit! Do it, honey, suck my cock, Stell. You sure know how to suck it, honey." He began to fuck into her warm, wet mouth, and he put his hands behind her head to control his strokes.
Stell reached up and bounced his heavy balls. Maybe they did have a gallon of jism in them. They were incredibly heavy, covered with thick, soft hair. They felt like fleshy eggs in her hands, and she mashed them around in the loose skin of their sac.
"Yeah, baby, move them balls around, I love that action, honey. Suck deep, baby, suck it till my load blasts off." He fucked more forcefully into her. She could feel that he was bigger than Cliff-his cockhead especially. It clogged her throat, and she had trouble fighting back the gagging sensation.
"Come on, honey, you can take more than that. If your cunt can take it, baby, then your throat can take it." He thrust against her, plunging deep into her throat. The pain was intense, but she tried to control it. She tried to hold onto the image of his tongue licking out the wet groove of her cunt, lashing out at her electric clit. The more she focused upon her pleasure of the night before, the less she felt the pain as his cockhead pounded into her and battered against the back of her throat.
"Aaaaaaagggghhhhhhkkk," she said, trying to beg him to go slowly, but he paid no attention to her, battering in harder, faster.
"Yeah, baby, that's it-fuck my cock with that tight mouth. Fuck it, honey, fuck it good." Harder and harder he drove into her.
She tried to scream, but the words welled up only as far as the log of cock that jammed her throat. She twisted her head and pulled at the root of his cock with her hands. All of it only served to excite him more, whip up his passion and egg him on to harder and harder thrustings.
"Soon, honey," he gasped, and replaced her hands with his own. He jerked at the root of his big cock and fucked into her mouth and throat at the same time. "Yeah, baby, soon, soon-ooooh, fuckin' shit, honey, gonna blow, baby-so big-blow." He whacked his cock wildly and fucked her with a frenzy.
Just as Stell thought she couldn't take another thrust, her throat aching with the size of his massive cockhead splitting her throat open, he jerked out of her mouth.
"Here it comes, honey-gonna blow, hon- gonna blast."
He doubled over and beat at his thick jogging cock wildly. And with in a second she felt the hot load splatter across her face, felt it before she saw the thick white jets of his cum pumping out in incredible gushes, splashing against her chin and down across her big heaving tits. The last failing spurts caught her low on the belly and dribbled down into the thick mass of blonde pussy hair below. It eased like white syrup through the cunt thicket.
"My God, Bill, I never ... I don't believe it . . ." she said. She looked down at the thick oozing runners of cum that dribbled down her titties, and felt the same running on her cheeks and lips. Already her tongue was busy licking the cum from her lips and around her mouth.
"Some load-huh, baby? I told you I was saving it."
"Such a load, I'll say." She lay back and saved the cum from running all the way down her body. She scooped it up with her fingers and brought it to the tops of her breasts, around her hard pulsing nipples. She forced her titties up to her mouth and licked the cum from her pink, pouting tips.
"Uuuuuum, yummy, Bill-good fuck juice for your baby," she said, and licked the other nipple clean.
"Shit! I never seen a woman like you, Stell. You are too much." He milked his flagging cock and drew a thick glob of cum that hung to the pee slit long enough for Stell to reach over and lick it clean.
"Yeah, ain't I?" she said, beginning to realize just how much of a woman she really was. Tom had kept her hidden even from herself. It hadn't been fair, and now she was going to make up for lost time.
She lay sprawled on the couch, legs spread, her cunt pink and glistening from her heated juices. She rubbed the remainder of Bill's cum into her tits and belly. She massaged her pussy hair until the jism had worked itself into her skin. Her pussy felt alive, quivering and tingling, as her fingers moved around above it. She couldn't keep her fingers away and the middle one sneaked through the thicket of blonde hair and snaked its way into her cunt. She smiled and spread her legs even farther, sinking her finger as deep into her pussy as she could.
"Yeah, baby, do it to yourself. I want to watch you do it to yourself."
She looked up at him and smiled. Shit, she didn't care how she came, as long as she did, and often. Her finger began to move in and out of her cunt, up and down, over and around her clit. God, it felt so good.
"Aaaaah," she moaned to herself, her finger moving faster. She was hot from having sucked Bill's cock, but even hotter after having had him shoot his jism all over her. She wished she could shoot all over him, but he seemed satisfied to watch her finger herself. He stood there, cock in hand, half limp, pulling at it slowly as he watched her finger move in and out of her pussy.
"Jesus, baby, that's the way to move it. Fuck yourself with your finger, honey-bring yourself off for Bill."
"Oh, yeah, gonna come so fine, gonna feel so good, feels so good already." She bit her lower lip, held it fast between pearly white teeth, and thrashed her finger into the frothy pussy that had begun to move up off the couch as she fingered it. Her hips raised and her legs spread as she arched her back.
"Do it, honey, fuck yourself. Move them fingers. Come on, baby, more than one finger. Another, honey-get another one up your cunt."
She stuck another finger up her cunt and slammed them both in and out of her pussy, and then a third.
"Now you're beating yourself off, baby- that's the way." Bill too had begun to beat off, his cock swelling slowly as he did. His eyes glazed and his mouth hung slightly open. "Beat it, baby-fuck it with those fingers." His cock filled out until it strained at full erection-hard, red and engorged with his renewed passion.
"You too, baby-jack off for me, honey," she said, and got turned on even more by the movements of his hand up and down the full length of his long, thick cock.
Then the two of them locked into a mutual masturbating rhythm, her coaxing him on to more frenzied jerking, and him cheering her on to more excited finger fucking.
"Use your whole hand, honey-all the fingers," he said, using both of his own hands to haul up and down on his thick long prick. "Do it for me, baby-you can do it."
"Oh shit! Oh shit! I'm doing it, Bill-oh shit, I'm doing it. Whole hand, honey-up my fuckin' cunt. Fucking myself with my whole hand, honey." Her mouth fell open and her head rolled around on her shoulders, blonde hair cascading this way and that, her eyes rolled back. "Oooooooooooh," she sighed, her hand disappearing up into the frothy mouth of her cunt up to the knuckles of her fingers. One hand held the other fucking one at the wrist and helped drive it up as far as possible into the wet, slushy cavern of her cunt.
"Now, oh now!" she cried, and her hips bucked crazily up off the sofa and fucked against the hand slamming into her sopping cunt.
"Oh fuck ... oh fuck," she cried. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OOOOOH FUUUUCK!" She collapsed onto the soft cushion of the couch.
"Wild fuckin' come, baby, wild fucking come!" he yelled at her, and his cock began spitting the remainder of his jism from the bottom of his contracting balls. "Wiiiiiild fuuuuuuckin' come!" he said as his cock spurted thick gobs that dribbled onto the thick sandy carpet of the Chambers' living room.
CHAPTER SIX
A short time later, they sat at the kitchen table eating the ham sandwiches Stell had made for them and drinking cold beer from frosty glasses.
"Fuckin' sure makes a man hungry," Bill said. They sat naked and her feet played with his cock and balls under the table. His own leg was stretched so that his toe was planted in her still sopping cunt. When he wiggled his toe, they could hear the wet, sucking slush.
It reminded Stell about the story of the man with clap of the big toe, and she laughed sputtering beer across the table.
"What's so funny?"
"Your toe up my cunt."
"What's funny about that?"
"Just a joke I heard once about a man with clap of the big toe."
"I'll be the butt of no cunt's joke," he said, and with mock anger, jerked out his toe. "Aaaah, don't," she said. "I liked your toe up my pussy."
"Don't think of jokes about it, then."
"Promise." She crossed her heart between her big tits.
"That's better."
"Anything else?" she asked when they had finished their sandwiches. She got up to clear the dishes, and he reached out and stuck his hand up her cunt. It sent tingles out like a radio transmitter sending waves.
"God, I can't get enough. I can't. Is there something the matter with me?" she asked him, suddenly serious.
"Shit, baby, if there is anything the matter with you, every woman in American should have the same thing." He pulled her close and sucked on one of her big tits. "You wouldn't be half as much fun as you are if you were any different. Shit, babe, don't you ever change- you hear?"
She smiled and rubbed her tit into his mouth.
"Now, for dessert," he said, wiggling his fingers around in her hot pussy. "How about a banana split?"
"I'm sorry, Bill. I have bananas, but I don't have any ice cream. We don't eat much, so I never keep it on hand. Something else?" She was disappointed, for she wanted to please him.
"If you do have the banana, I'll make the split without the ice cream. Didn't need it in the first place."
She got him the banana from a bowl of fruit on the sideboard. "Here you go, but I never heard of a banana split without ice cream."
"Your education has been lacking, Stell." He peeled the banana and tossed the skin into the sink. He held the white curve of fruit in his fingers lightly. "Come here," he said, and held her around the waist with his free hand.
"What in heaven's name are you doing?" she said, a questioning look on her face.
"Just gonna have my banana split, and you are going to help me."
"How?"
"Just spread those lovely long legs and I'll show you." His fingers went between her thighs and fluttered there. "Come on, open up."
"You've got to be crazy if you think I'm-" She cut herself off in utter amazement. "Sure you will."
"That's . . . that's . . . sick!" She screwed up her face and sneered at him.
"Only if you think it is. I happen to like to eat bananas out of women's cunts. They're very tasty." His fingers tried to force her thighs apart, but she held them together.
"Don't be difficult, Stell - you'll see, it'll be fun."
"Fun! Hah, it's not going up your cunt. How do you know it's fun?"
"Shit! Trust me, will you?"
She stood there, legs tightly closed, wondering just what she could do to get out of this one. But already she had begun to wonder what it would feel like to have the thing stuck up her pussy and him eating it out of her. She felt her own will weaken and legs relax.
"Shit!" she said, and spread her legs for him.
"That a girl," and the tip of the banana found the mouth of her cunt and eased up easily.
"Don't feel much," she said, and then he began to fuck her with the curved length of the banana. "Ooooh, oooooh, now I feel it, Bill. Oh, shit, do I ever feel it." He fucked half the fruit up her cunt and held her ass with the other hand, his fingers massaging her asshole. "Oh; shit, baby-oh shit!"
"Now I'm gonna shove this thing all the way up and you are gonna let it out nice and slow. Understand?"
"Yes, oh yes-do it, Bill-shove it up my cunt." She spread her legs wide and he eased the curve right up her pussy, farther and farther, until her pink lips closed around the white tip of the fruit and held it inside her wet hot pussy.
"Oh Jesus, it's up me all the way-oh, Jesus Christ."
Bill got down on his knees and crouched between her legs. "Okay, start squeezing it out, nice and slow, 'cause I'm gonna gobble every bit of it up as you squeeze it out."
"Wild-God, is this ever wild. You're too much, Bill-I love it, honey-love it." She wiggled her ass and began to contract her cunt muscles, forcing the banana out of her cunt ever so slowly.
Bill crouched with his neck bent and his face angled up toward her pussy-mouth open, tongue sticking out to catch the slick white tip as it squeezed between the glistening pink lips .of her pussy.
"Come on, baby, squeeze it out."
"I'm trying, honey, I'm . . . aaaaaah, shit-aaaaah, is that ever weird." The banana began to move, easing out between her cunt lips.
Bill stuck out his tongue and touched the sweet acrid tip of the fruit, then ran it up between the outer edge and Stell's cunt lip. "Mmmmm," he tried to encourage without losing his tongue hold. "Mmmmmm." And the banana began to force down into his mouth. He took a bite off the end and chewed rapidly, getting ready for more.
"Ooooh, yeah, now it's coming, honey, now it's coming." He gobbled down a huge hunk of fruit and swashed his tongue around the mouth of her cunt.
"Fuckin' Jesus-oh God, Bill, that's wild."
"Turn around, hon," he said and made her face the table. "Bend over the table, baby, and I'll finish it from the back."
"Oh, Jesus, this is too much, too fuckin' much." She lay down across the table, flattening her big tits against the cold surface, her hard nipples like burning coals in the centers of her tits. She felt Bill's nose up her ass as she spread her legs and forced the banana down into his waiting mouth, his tongue guiding it along the way. She could feel him bite and chew, bite and chew as the thing slipped through the slick lips of her pussy.
"Mmmmmmmaaa," he seemed to say up her cunt. His tongue busily dug and drilled around the descending banana, and Stell thought she would cream before he could finish his banana split.
She shot bolt upright as the phone jangled, startling both her and him, sending him back on his bare ass as her body recoiled away from the phone beside the table.
"Fuck!" he yelled.
"Shit!" she echoed, and looked at him as if asking what to do.
"Let the fuckin' thing ring," he said, getting up and turning her around again, pushing her down over the table.
"But what if it's Tom?"
"Well, fuck Tom." Sticking his nose back up her ass, he began sucking at the remaining banana.
She giggled. It felt funny now, with the phone ringing, his nose pressed against her asshole and his tongue pulling at the banana.
The phone rang and rang, the caller obviously not going to give up without getting his money's worth. "Shit!" said Stell and stretched to reach the phone. She lifted it but dropped it on the edge of the table. "Fuck!" She grabbed the cord and saved it from hitting the floor.
"Hello . . . Hello . . . Stell! That you? Hello!"
"Oh my God-hello Tom," she said, her breath coming in short, heaving rasps. "What's going on?"
"Nothing, honey, I was outside and had to run. I have to catch my breath." She put her hand over the phone because Bill was giggling up into her ass and cunt. She felt like giggling too.
"Is something going on there, Stell?"
"Nothing, hon, not a thing."
"Well you sure sound funny."
She felt Bill suck out the last of the banana and smack his lips. She was still flat against the table top with her legs spread.
"I just wanted to let you know that I'll be home for lunch, babe. Some of that ham would be nice. I feel like a good ham sandwich and a beer. Okay?"
"Oooooh!" she cried as Bill's big cock slid right up her pussy as she lay there on the table.
"What the matter? You sure there isn't anything going on there, Stell? Sounds damned strange to me."
"Oooh, no, Tom . . . no . . . no," she said as Bill's cock slammed into her, moving the table against the far wall. "Oh, Tom, I just spilled . . . spilled . . . some . . . coffee . . . honey." She bit her lip and tried to control herself, but her pussy was on fire, her cunt aflame with desire as he fucked wildly up her pussy.
"I'll see you in fifteen minutes, Stell. Goodbye." He hung up without a response from her.
"Oh, shit, Bill, he'll be here in fifteen minutes. Oh my God, we can't, we . . . shit . . . we," but she stopped protesting. It felt too good, the hard slamming cock that plowed into her burning cunt.
She held the edges of the table so hard that her knuckles turned white. "Fuck me . . . oh FUCK ME," she cried, not caring whether Tom got home before they had each reached their climaxes or not. The raging cock was all that mattered, and its plunging into her unsatisfied cunt.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK," she cried, and felt the first faint stirrings of the tingle that would grip her body and shake it like a rag doll until the last ounce of her passion had been drained from her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jess Watson and Howard Thompson arrived about eight that morning, and by ten they had done the hall and were finishing up one of the bedrooms. Stell popped in and out as the two men painted. Jess, the older of the two, painted with the quick, fluid motions that come with experience. Howard was just as energetic but less polished as he moved his roller up and down the walls. Stell liked to watch both of them.
Even though it was unseasonably warm, the two men had insisted that she open the house so that the paint would dry correctly. She missed the air conditioning, but she decked herself out in a brief green halter that barely held her big tits, and the tightest pair of white shorts she had. She had noticed as she stood in front of the mirror after dressing that her pussy was cut in half by the inseam of the shorts. Her cunt mound swelled in two halves. Funny, she had never been aware of such things before. She had wondered if Jess and Howard would be just as aware. As she moved around the house that morning, she knew her answer, for the men's eyes seldom left her, following her wherever she walked.
By lunch time the two men were hot and thirsty. Stell offered them each a beer and they gladly accepted. She sat on the arm of the cloth-covered den sofa and chatted with them as they finished their lunch and drank their beer.
"Tell you what, Mrs. Chambers. You was my wife, I sure wouldn't let you run around like that in front of two sex-starved maniacs like us." He smiled at her, but his eyes, green and serious in the bright sunlight of the den, held something she wasn't sure of.
"And just what would you make your wife do, Jess?" She had her legs crossed and gently bounced one on top of the other, her high heeled clog slapping against the sole of her bare foot.
"Might just put her in a muu-muu and keep her there." He finished his beer and winked at her.
"Another?" she asked, getting up from the couch arm.
"If you're offering, sure."
"Howard?" she asked the younger man.
"Thank you. That would be swell."
"Would you be that mean to your wife, Howard?" she asked, coming back with their beer.
"Hell, she could do just about anything she wanted, if she looked like you, Mrs. Chambers." He turned up the bottle and she watched as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed. He was cute, in a young sort of way. She felt a tug deep in her cunt. Shit! She got up and walked toward the door.
"You boys need more beer, just whistle. The fridge is full and it's hot."
"Don't run off mad, Mrs. Chambers. You ain't my wife and I like what you're wearing just fine."
"Thank you," she said, and twitched her ass an extra bit as she left the room.
She walked down the hall and into the kitchen, but she had nothing to do. She really wanted just to hang around the painters and watch them work, talk with them. God, she got so tired of not having anyone to talk to.
She straightened things up in the kitchen, but that only took a few minutes. She walked out to the pool, but it was too hot to swim. She walked back into the house and down the hall, ducking her head into the room the men were painting. They had taken off their shirts and sweat glistened on their bodies like fine oil. She had planned only to see their progress, but as she watched them, she stepped into the room and leaned against the door, drawing one foot up behind her and resting her ass against the hands she crossed.
"You two are really moving along, aren't you?"
"I don't reckon your husband is paying us to dawdle, now, is he?" Jess looked down at her from the low scaffolding on which he stood. Without his shirt he looked larger than before, muscles large and rippling with glazed sweat.
She wanted to leave, simply walk back out the door, but for some reason she stood rooted to the door jamb. "If you don't want company, I'll be more than happy to leave you gentlemen to your work."
"Shit! Don't mind Jess, Mrs. Chambers, he's just in a foul mood today. Don't nothing seem to be going right. It ain't you, really."
"I'm sure glad to hear that, Howard. I thought it was me."
"Ain't nothing wrong with you," said Howard and turned away from her and pushed his roller up and down the half yellow and half blue wall.
The same tug pulled against her cunt, and she felt herself ease up. "Well, there sure isn't anything wrong with the two of you that another beer wouldn't cure." She took their empties and brought them two more cold ones.
"Thanks," said Jess. "You're just more woman than we're used to working around, and it's hot. And, if the truth be known, you do turn a man on, Mrs. Chambers." He turned up his bottle, and she thought she could see a swell in his loose white overalls.
"Yeah, it is pretty hot, isn't it?" She smiled at him. "Think I'll just get a beer and join you two, if you don't mind my hanging around."
She left and while she was gone she could hear the men talking in muffled voices. She got her beer and started back, but she stopped before she left the kitchen. Shit! Why not? She went back to the fridge and got as many bottles as she could carry.
"There," she said, setting the sweating bottles down beside the five-gallon paint can. "That should hold you two for a while." She turned up her own bottle and took a long, cool drink.
"Like to see a woman that can drink beer, Mrs. Chambers," said Jess.
"Why don't you guys call me Stell, okay? I'm tired of being Mrs. Chambers."
"Sure, Stell. That's a pretty name. Short for Stella?"
"Yes, but my friends all call me Stell."
"Can I ask a question, Stell?"
"Fire away, Jess."
"Well, it's kinda personal, Stell."
"Long as it isn't too personal, fellas." She winked at them and they smiled. Shit, she could feel the juices oozing out of her pussy.
"Howard and me was just guessing how much your titties weighed. I said they must be close to ten pounds."
Her mouth dropped halfway open, and she could feel her face flush slightly, but not like the old Stell.
"Well, boys," she said, pausing to take another sip of her beer, "I have no idea how much they weigh, and the thought never crossed my mind before."
"Lots of thoughts crossing my mind, Stell. You bring out something in a man, you know."
"What say we weigh them?" said Howard, with a sly smile on his face."
"And just how are you going to go about weighing such things?" she asked, trying to maintain herself. There were two men here, and she didn't know exactly where things were headed.
"You got any bathroom scales?"
"Yeah, but I don't see-" "Go get 'um," he said.
She shrugged and left the room. Behind her the two men broke into soft laughter. The whole thing was crazy, but one foot just kept following the other all the way to the bathroom. She brought the scale to the men and set them in the middle of the drop cloth that covered the floor.
"Okay, bright guy, how are you going to accomplish this feat?"
"Just get on the scales, honey." He reached out and gently nudged her toward the scales. She got up and watched the dial whirl around in a blur until it slowed at about one-twenty, jiggled back and forth, and finally came to rest at one-nineteen.
"Huuuum, some hunk of woman, Stell," said Jess, as he stood back admiring her body, all five-foot-seven of it. "Now what?"
"Okay, take off that halter, Stell."
"Hey, wait a minute here," she said, stepping off the scales and backward away from the two painters. They both smiled at her strangely.
"Shit! It's okay, Stell, we just want to get an accurate reading."
"Accurate reading of what? Not the weight of my tits, I'll bet."
"Come on, Stell, don't be a killjoy. I promise you, we are gonna weigh your tits. Cross my heart," said Howard, making a dry trail with his finger through the film of sweat that covered his chest.
"You sure about this?" She had already stepped back up on the scales as she said it.
"Would a painter lie, Stell?" Jess grinned at her and nudged Howard in the ribs with his elbow.
"Want me to take it off?" asked Howard.
"I can do it just fine," she said, and undid the bow at the back of her halter top. She held the material to her tits and looked at each man seriously. Was she getting into something she couldn't handle? It would be better just to tie herself back up and go out for the rest of the day, but she didn't. Instead she unbuttoned the single button at the back of her halter and let the fine fabric fall away.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ," gasped Jess. "You ever see such tits in all your life?" He reached out a trembling, paint-speckled hand toward her right tit.
"Ah ah," she cautioned, and covered her tits with her arms. "Not to touch."
"Well, I don't see how we are gonna weigh them if you don't let us touch them."
"And just why do you have to touch them?"
"Shit, Stell, we gotta lift them, honey-Jess one and me one, and see what you weigh with us holding them up." He looked very serious, brows knitted in the middle.
"This is stupid." She said it, but she didn't try to stop them and when they touched her, lifting her arms away from her tits, they generated the old electricity and the current jumped through her body.
"Okay, Jess, you lift one and I'll lift one.
Stell, you keep your eye on the scale."
Their hands cupped her titties and she felt her knees go weak, turn almost to water. She could feel their burning imprints on her ,skin. Each pair of hands cupped and squeezed a tit, and the feeling triggered the gripping sensation in her cunt that had become so familiar in the past weeks, or had it been months? She had lost track of time, and had begun to measure time in terms of cocks and comes rather than hours and days.
The two men began to lift up on her large, cone-shaped tits and she saw the dial begin to move back.
"Count it out, Stell," said Jess.
"One-fifteen," she said quietly. Could they really weigh her tits like this. She didn't really believe it, but she watched the dial carefully. "One-thirteen . . . one-ten . . . Jesus, one-o-nine," and the two men lifted her off the scales by her big tits.
"What'd I tell you? Ten pounds of titty-ten fucking pounds." Jess' hand squeezed her tit, fingers digging deep into the firm flesh. "You ever feel titty meat like this, Howard? God damn."
Howard squeezed her other tit, and Stell felt as though she would pass out, not just because they squeezed her until the pain almost made her cry out, but because she was so at their mercy. She had never been in such a predicament before, but she also felt her pussy warm to the possibilities-to flare up as the two men worked at her tits.
"Oh, please, please, don't," she begged half-heartedly. "I don't want this to happen-really I don't."
"Sure you do, Stell. You been flashing your long legs and jiggling these gigantic tits around here all day, and now it's time we enjoyed them-right, Howard?" Jess took her nipple between his paint-flecked thumb and forefinger and pulled it as far away from her body as it would go.
"Oooooh, ooooooh, please," she said, the pleasure/pain in her nipple tugging also at her throbbing cunt. "No, oh no, no . . . no . . . no," she said, twisting her head back and forth as the men twisted the nipples of her tits.
Howard reached down her back and ran his hand down the tight waist band of her shorts. Jess' free hand ran down the front. They both shoved in and the button of her shorts popped in a lazy loop right into the open paint can. The zipper hissed and both men had their hands inside her shorts.
"Oh, God, don't-please-oh, don't do this." She could feel their fingers kneading the flesh of her ass and the loose folds around her pussy through the silky film of her panties.
"Let's get rid of these," said Howard, and he ripped down her shorts with such violence that she gasped.
"Don't need these either," said Jess as he reached for the elastic of her panties and, with one swift motion, tore out the front panel which came away in his hand. The rest of the material hung down her legs, clutched by her damp crotch.
Howard tugged the material away and held it up in front of her. "Nope, no need for these, is there?" He held the crotch panel in front of her nose, and then in front of his own.
"Oh, baby, is that one sweet smelling pussy!" He held the ripped panties up over his head and opened his mouth. Letting the crotch panel dangle between his open lips, he flicked out his tongue and licked at the wet material. He lowered the whole thing into his mouth and sucked with an ecstatic smile on his face.
"Good pussy goo?" asked Jess.
"None better-sweet as molasses and just as thick."
"I don't know about you, but I think it's time we painted the inside of Stell's pussy white, Howard. Least we can do, don't you think?"
"Yeah, Jess, paint her insides just as white as we can get them." He stood back and began to unbutton the side$ of his overalls.
"Ooooh, fellas, don't do this. What if my husband comes home? He does, you know, sometimes for lunch." The incident with Bill Simmons flashed through her mind, and how close it had been. Tom thought she must have a fever because she was so flushed.
"Jesus, what luck, Howard. We ain't never been this lucky, have we?"
"Nope, Jess, we sure ain't." Howard stood there, his shorts sticking out like a tent. His cock poked out and he had trouble getting off the damp, sweaty underwear.
But when he did, Stell saw the most slender, handsome cock she had ever seen. It was fantastically long, with a tulip shaped head and a cockshaft that looked thin only because it was so long."
Her stomach turned over and her heart began to pound against her chest. She didn't even feel like resisting any more, but she forced the words out anyway.
"Please, oh please!" But it wasn't clear for what she pleaded. Her eyes looked longingly at the lavender-hued head of Howard's cock.
"You want it, don't you, baby?" he asked her and stuck his long thin cock out at her. Her hand automatically reached for the head and squeezed the blood back into the slender cockshaft.
"Don't," she said softly, even as she squeezed his cock, felt the blood rush in and out of his soft cockhead.
Jess hurriedly jerked off his overalls and stripped out of his bright plaid shorts. Stell's eyes were half closed as she massaged the head of Howard's prick, and it was only later that she looked back at Jess.
"Oooooooh!" she said with an inward rush of breath that whistled through her clamped teeth.
Jess' cock stood up at a forty-five degree angle from his body. It pulsed with an angry red head, and it was the thickest shaft that Stell had ever seen. Her left hand rubbed unconsciously at her right wrist, and she was aware that she was measuring the thickness of Jess' cock. Christ, it was thicker than her wrist by a long shot. She felt her pussy begin to hum, and flames shot up as if gasoline had been poured on the fire of her cunt.
"Why don't you feed this gal some cock while I inspect her pussy like a good painter," said Jess. He turned Stell around and forced her face down over the overstuffed arm of the couch.
"Come here, baby, and fasten your hot little mouth to this thing," said Howard, moving onto the couch so that she could reach his cock.
"God, oh God, yes, I want it. I want to suck your cock, Howard-your beautiful cock, honey." She gave up trying to restrain herself. What was the use? They would do with her what they wanted anyway. And she knew that she would want whatever they wanted, knew it more fully with each breath she took, with each heaving motion of her tits, with each tingling twitch of her pussy. She wanted anything and everything they could do to her.
"Yes ... yes . . .yes," she sighed and slipped the lavender head of Howard's cock into her sucking mouth. She ran her tongue in quick tight circles around the rim, and riveted it in and out of his pee slit.
"Jesus, Stell, can you ever suck a cock. God, Jess, you wouldn't believe the way she can do it. I never felt it like this before. Yeah, baby, suck it for all you're worth." She reached out her hands and clasped his slender cock in her eager hands and began to jack him off slowly as she sucked more and more of his cock into her mouth. It was the perfect size, and it was all she could do to keep from slamming it all the way down her tight throat. She rolled her head around and around, running the cockhead around the opening to her throat until she felt him shudder with pleasure.
"Oh, fuckin' Jesus," he said, his head lolling back on the couch.
"Good, honey?" she asked him, licking playfully at the underside of the tip.
"Oh, God, don't stop, honey-don't ever stop." He grabbed her head and forced her back onto his throbbing cock.
He was incredibly strong, and had she wanted to resist, she couldn't have. But there wasn't the least bit of resistance in her. There was no panic as he forced her head against his pumping cock-no fear, for she knew that she could take it all-every last inch.
"Love it! Shit! I love it!" Howard's head flopped from side to side, pleasure written across his face in ecstatic detail.
"Now to check out this pussy of yours, Stell," said Jess, and she felt something cool poking around at the mouth of her cunt.
She turned her head and tried to look back over her shoulder to see what Jess was doing, but Howard held her head fast, and more and more of his cock slid down her throat.
"Oh, Jesus, God, Jess, oh Jesus, God. She's gonna take it all, Jess-gonna take it all down her throat." Howard's hips began to move up off the canvas covered couch, and he began to fuck his cock up into her eager mouth. She felt the cockhead batter against her throat as it forced itself deeper and deeper down the tight passage.
"Mmmmmm, hhhhhmmmmm," she said, shaking her head up and down, and he forced more of his long cock into her. As she sucked his cock into her throat, she took her hands away, for there was not even a handhold of prick left, and even as she pulled her hand away there was even less as a great thrust of his pumping hips jabbed more cock meat into her pulsing throat.
And then Stell felt the thing in her cunt, cold at first-fucking into her from the back, up between her legs. It wasn't a cock, she knew, but she didn't know what it was.
As she sucked Howard's raging cock and felt the thing fuck into her from the back, she felt lifted above every care. There was nothing that could touch her there, and as she floated beyond reach, she fucked happily, the pleasure filling her through every pore of her being.
And then Howard began jetting hot spurts of cum down her throat, thick streams that seemed to scald her tender throat tissue. Scalding or not, she loved the feel of it flooding into her, and she sucked as hard as she could against his long, deep-throated cock.
"Oooooooh, shit, oooooh!" he cried, fucking into her face with quick, sharp stabs, and she felt as if she were being wounded by the keen point of his knife-like prick.
"Suck . . . suck . . . yeah, suck it . . . oh, suck ... oh, suck it, baby," he said in time to the spurts of cum that washed down her throat.
Stell tried to concentrate on the cock that filled her throat and belly with its size and cum, but the busy thing in her cunt was begging for attention. She felt it fuck up into her with long, steady strokes, nudge up against the back of her cunt passage, and then out again. Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh yes, fuck, fuck, fuck- she loved the feel and the rhythm.
Howard, his cock flagging, slipped out of her mouth with a wet slurping sound, and Stell turned her attention to her contracting cunt.
"Aaaaooooooh!" she gasped when she saw that it was the white plastic handle of a large paint roller that fucked into her eager cunt.
"Shit, Stell, you're gonna be a painter yet," said Jess as he guided the handle in with both hands fastened to the paint roller.
"Turn around here, Stell, and see if you'll make a painter." She moved away from the arm of the couch, bent over, and he moved her to the center of the room. "Down, honey, get down on your hands and knees, baby, and then roll over."
She did as she was told and when she had rolled over, without Jess missing a stroke of the roller, he spread her legs wide and reached for her hands, the roller dangling out of her cunt awkwardly.
"You take over, baby, see if you can handle a roller as good as Jess can. He moved back and sat down between her spread legs.
She lay there with the roller in both hands, feeling the wet paint, he hadn't even cleaned it before he stuffed it up her, and she saw that her thighs were smeared with the baby blue of the walls.
"Shit!" she said half to herself, but her cunt was already begging for the action to be renewed.
"Do it to yourself, honey-fuck yourself with that roller handle, honey." But he really didn't have to say a thing, for her hands were already forcing the plastic thing up her cunt.
"That's the way, baby-fuck that thing up your cunt, that steaming cunt. You ever see such a hot cunt on a woman, Howard?"
But Howard still lay sprawled on the couch, his cock hanging limp and used, cum-glazed and red. "Can't compare to her mouth, Jess, no way." He shook his head, still not believing his good fortune.
"I bet there's places better than her mouth, too, Howard-we just need to use our imagination.
Jess sat cross-legged before Stell and watched her fuck herself with the roller handle. As she watched, he jacked off his own thick tool, whacking faster as Stell's movements with the roller picked up speed.
"Yeah, baby, fuck it," and his tongue appeared in the corner of his mouth as he beat the angry red thickness of his cock meat.
"Oh, God, I don't believe this, I don't believe . . .1," but the feelings were real, and she fucked into her hot cunt harder and faster with the handle.
"Believe it, honey, 'cause you are a painter, baby," said Jess, his own powerful strokes getting faster, his hand tightening around the thickness of his cock.
"Shit, that's a waste of good pussy," he said abruptly, and jerked the roller out of her hands and out of her cunt with a sucking slurp that sounded with a wet pop.
Stell jumped with the suddenness of the action, but she saw that Jess was ready to plunge his own cock into her tight, creamy pussy.
"Oooooh, yes, God, yes, fuck me, Jess-fuck me like no tomorrow." She reached out and grabbed the head of his thick cock and stuffed it up her snapping cunt.
"Fuck, woman, that thing alive?"
"I sure hope it isn't dead," she said, pulling him down on top of her. She fucked up against his hard, quick thrusts, and opened her thighs as wide as she could. She wanted all that great thick cock meat she could get.
"Fuck me, honey, yeah, fuck me with that club of a cock. I have to have cock, Jess, all the cock I can get. I'm starved for it, baby, so starved. Fuck it to me, honey."
Jess lifted on his toes and rammed into her hot cunt. He arched his back and fucked up into the long slick groove of her pussy with lightning-like strokes that battered at the end of her cunt passage with the bluntness of his great cockhead.
"Yes, oh, yes, baby, that's it-fuck me, destroy my cunt with that missile of a cock, Jess. Do it, honey-rip my cunt apart."
Jess fucked her as if he wanted to do just that-fucked with wild crazed motions. He locked his legs around hers and they rolled across the paint-daubed canvas drop cloth.
"Ooooooh, Jess, do it, honey-fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" And her body picked up abstract splotches of blue paint as they rolled and fucked, fucked and rolled.
"Fuck your cunt, you bitch, fuck it black and blue!" said Jess, driving his iron hard cock into her tight pussy, even tighter with her legs locked between his own.
"You fucking animal, oh, you fucking animal," she said. "I love your fucking, honey-God, I can't get enough of your fucking. Harder, baby, bang me harder." They thrashed on the paint-smeared canvas and almost knocked over the open can of paint, but Howard jumped up and moved it just in time.
"Jesus, I never seen anything like this," he said to himself, and walked around the writhing pair as if he was looking for another opening.
Stell managed to stop Jess on his back and pull herself up with her knees planted firmly on either side of his hips.
"That's it, honey, fuck old Jess-fuck the shit out of his tired old cock." He lay there and let her fuck up and down on his thick cock, its full roundness glistening with the thick pussy juices that ran down from Stell's sopping cunt.
"Ready or not, here I come," said Howard, and pushed Stell down upon Jess' panting chest. .
Stell felt the head of his cock poke up at the mouth of her pussy beside Jess'. God, was he going to fuck her at the same time? Could her pussy take two cocks? She felt Howard's cockhead plunge up and back, up and back, as though it couldn't make up its mind, and then it pulled away.
She looked back over her shoulder and could only see the look of concentration on Howard's face.
"Howard?" she asked hesitantly, and then felt the head of his cock against the tightness of her asshole.
"Oh, God, no, Howard. No! No! No!" she cried and shook her head violently, spraying her paint-stained hair in a wide arc about her head.
"Got to, honey, got to fuck me some ass." "Please, honey, don't do it-Christ, don't hurt me!"
"Just gonna fuck me some asshole; Stell- get me some of this good, tight asshole, baby-you'll see, it'll be great."
His cock shoved against her, and she felt the pain explode like a hot blast from her ass. "Christ! Oh, Jesus Christ! Help, oh help!" she cried, and bit her lower lip until the blood almost formed around the perfect white teeth.
"Hang on, honey, I'll be in, in a second." He pushed and shoved, his slim, well-oiled head easing open the tight ring of her asshole by degrees.
"Eeeeeiiiiiaaaa!" she screamed, and in the middle of it, Howard gave a great lunge and sent half his slim cock up her ass.
"Oooooooh!" she cried. "Oh, God, no, I can't stand it-I can't, I can't, I can't!"
Howard pulled back and shot forward again, slamming his slim cock even further up her ass. He pulled back again and she cried out in pain, but he ignored it, slamming into her once again, plunging in to the hilt.
"Ooooooouuuuuuch!" she cried, but he had begun to fuck her ass, fuck in" and out slowly, and as he fucked, the strangest thing began to happen. It was as though his cock massaged away the pain, erased it with its fucking motions, for the longer he fucked, the better it felt.
"Howard!" she cried, but whether in pain or pleasure wasn't clear, not even to her.
"Aaaaaaah, honey, aaaaaaah, tight ass, such a tight ass."
As his fucking up her ass mellowed out, Stell became aware of the sensation of two cocks fucking her, fucking into her tingling body.
"Fuck me, oh yes, fuck me-both lovely big cocks fuck me." The tempo quickened as she pleaded with them, and she felt the sensations mounting. She was pushed up higher and higher, pushed up to the very peak of her excitement and balanced there like a ball on the nose of a seal until one or the other of the straining pricks flicked her off into the swirling ecstasy of her come.
"Ooooooooh, oooooooh, oooooooh, fffff-FFFFFUUUUUUCK!" she cried, as her climax slammed into her like a giant wave and swept her out into a depth of passion she had never known.
She felt the two cocks as one, fucking her, plowing into her, and then there was only the intensity of her convulsions, the overpowering sensation that swallowed her up.
Tom, talking with Stell later that evening, was not overly impressed with the painter's work.
"You can say what you want," said Tom as he shaved in front of the steamy mirror. Stell had turned it on to warm up the shower. "I don't think they accomplished very much to have been here all day." He held his nose and shaved the cleft in his upper lip.
"Sweetie, I was here all day, and I know they worked-they really did."
"They must be slow as molasses, then." He turned his head left and right, checking his cheeks with lather-stained fingers.
Stell walked in and opened the shower door.
"What the hell have you got all over you?" he asked swinging around from the mirror with a surprised look on his face.
"Paint?" said Stell, shrugging so that her big tits jiggled and danced before him. There were blotches of blue between those huge tits, down one side, and on her shoulders.
Shit, they had wiped her off quickly with pain thinner, but it had burned, so she told them to forget it. Now she wished she had waited.
He turned her around. "What the fuck were you doing, rolling on the drop cloth? Shit! You even got paint in the crack of your ass!"
"I don't know, honey. I was just helping them mix the paint so it was the right color. That's what you wanted, wasn't it? 'Be here so nothing gets screwed up.' Isn't that what you said?"
"Shit, I didn't think you'd take a bath in the stuff." He shrugged and went back to catch a patch of beard that he had missed and Stell quickly stepped into the shower and scrubbed for all she was worth.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Stell hung up the phone and sat staring out the bay window into the darkness. It was the second time that week that Tom had called to say that he would be working late at the office. The week before it had happened once. The thing that bothered her, though, was that he didn't seem to mind working late. She looked for that resigned tone in his voice, but none was there.
Shit! Maybe he had to work at the office, but she sure didn't have to sit at home. She got up and went into the bedroom and picked out her sexiest dress, a clinging kelly-green wraparound that showed lots of tit and, when she walked or danced, lots of leg. Tom could just sit there in the office and fuck his numbers, for all she cared.
The Crystal Ball was a combination bar and disco, and Stell headed for it as though it were her favorite haunt. She had really never been there before. Tom and she didn't go out that much. Inside she made her way through the smoky haze and multicolored lights that flashed from all corners of the room, found a small table beside the dance floor, and signaled the waiter.
The music blared from huge speakers and made the whole place sound like nothing but a box of sound. She sipped her drink and looked around the bar for action. There were couples and a few stray men, but nothing interesting. She quickly finished her drink and ordered another. The waiter brought it and spent a good deal of time making change as he looked down her dress at her large tits.
"Anything I can do, just give a nod." He moved back to the bar and Stell watched his lean, athletic walk. If nothing else turned up, who knew?
She had just settled down to enjoy her tall collins when the glass slipped from her hand and nearly fell on the floor. The sharp intake of breath caused her to gasp. There, across the dance floor, in a dimly lit booth, was Tom, with a big redhead. They were bent over drinks and she could see Tom's hands on the girl's knees beneath the table.
Her heart jumped into her throat and her stomach fell. She could see how beloved Tom was spending his time. He was going to work out on that little red-haired whore.
She got up and started to stomp across the dance floor, but she stopped herself and thought better of it. She turned and stepped behind a pillar that would give her a view of Tom and the woman.
Stell watched as the woman's skirt moved up her thighs and Tom's hands played over her legs. They didn't seem to mind that other people were around. The girl smiled and laughed and spread her legs as her skirt bunched at her hips. Stell saw Tom's right hand disappear between her legs and the girl's smile change slightly as his finger must have found her cunt.
Fuck it! She didn't have to stand there and watch her husband finger some bitch from his office. She had friends too, damn it, and she knew how to have a good time.
When she got home she called Cliff.
"Hi," he said when he identified the voice. "Betty's out for the evening-what's up?"
"I'm lonely, Cliff, and my pussy's aching for a cock."
"I'll be right over, baby-just keep it warmed up for me."
When he hung up she dialed Bill.
"Simmons' residence," said a sweet female voice at the other end of the line.
"Mr. Simmons, please," said Stell, as business-like as she could.
"Hello," said Bill after a few seconds.
"Feel like a party?" said Stell into the receiver.
"Well, I don't know if I could do it tonight, Mrs. Smith. How bad is it?"
"Shit, Bill, it's about as bad as it can get. I need cock, honey, lots of cock to fill up my empty cunt. Come and fuck me, honey, before it's too late."
"Well, if you're sure that it can't wait until morning, Mrs. Smith, I'll try to get over and look at it."
"It can't wait another five minutes, Bill-it needs fucking right now."
"I'll be there," he said and hung up.
Stell smiled to herself, and as she dialed the number the painter had scrawled on a color chip, her hand moved up under her green dress and rubbed the pussy beneath the silk panties. She would keep it warm, but boy would it be hot by the time they all got done with her! But why not? If Tom could have his fun, why couldn't she?
"Jess speaking," said a rusty voice at the end of the line.
"Hi, Jess, this is Stell-remember me?"
"Shit, how could I forget that?"
"I just wondered if you wanted a replay. I'm having a little party and I thought you might like some action, honey. Why don't you just come on over, and I'm sure you can find something to paint. You have a real talent for painting, Jess-I just want you to know that."
"Hell, Stell, I'd sure like to but my old lady . . . shit, fuck my old lady. I'll be there in a jiffy, honey. And you better be prepared for a fucking. Last time I was just warming up, honey. Tonight I'm gonna show you the real thing."
"I'll be ready, Jess-I'll be ready and waiting."
Cliff walked in only moments before Bill. They were surprised to see one another there. They looked at Stell questioningly. "Stell?"
"I just thought that if one is good, then two ought to be better." As they stood in the entrance talking, the bell rang and when she opened it there stood Jess with a grin from ear to ear. The grin faded as he saw the other two.
"And if two are better-well, shit, then three has to be great!"
She ushered them into the living room and they all sat down. The three men looked at one another and at her. No one spoke.
"Drinks?" she asked, and they all nodded. She poured and as they sat there and slugged down the liquor, Stell went over and turned on the stereo. She danced back across the room and asked, "Anybody want to dance?" The men looked at each other and finally Bill got up and said, "Sure."
They moved out into the center of the room and moved to the rhythm of the song that played. Stell rubbed her belly against his, and her pussy against his cock bulge. She managed to work her leg between the two of his, and as they swayed with the tempo, she dry-fucked no against his growing cock bulge.
"Shit," said Jess, getting up off the couch. He walked over and tapped Bill on the shoulder. "Mind if I cut in?"
He quickly stepped between Stell and Bill and grabbed her around the waist and let his hand slide down her back and spread out across her ass, fingers pressing against the underside of her asscheeks. "Now that's dancing," he said and swung her around. He ground his hardening cock into her pussy and pressed her against him from the rear with the hand that played with her ass. They danced in small circles around the room, and when they had made a complete revolution, Cliff got up to cut in.
"Next," he said, and plucked her gracefully out of Jess' arms. Cliff was a good dancer and he seemed to glide around the room. But even with all his smoothness, he kept his hand firm on her ass and his hard cock meat fast against her cunt. Her head began to swirl with the drinks she had had, with the music, and with the dancing as he whirled her around and around the room.
"Come on, Cliff, don't try to make it a one-man show," said Jess.
"Yeah," agreed Bill. "My turn." He got up and replaced Cliff. Rather than clamping her ass with his fanned fingers, he pulled up her dress inch by inch until it was all bunched in his hand, and then he tucked his hand under and slid it down between her panties and warm ass. She could feel the goose bumps as his fingers squeezed and kneaded her ass. They worked down between the crack and his middle finger massaged her pucker of a brown asshole.
"Aaaah," she sighed, rising above everything as she danced and rode his working finger. Tom was a distant irritation. Let him play with some office bitch all he wanted. It couldn't touch her here, not here above the work-a-day world.
"Yes, yes, yes," she whispered into his ear, crushing her tits against his chest and grinding her pussy into his hard cock bulge.
"Time's up," said Jess, stepping between them, but Bill's hand was caught in her panties, and Jess had to wait until Bill could free himself before he whirled Stell away on his own. As they danced he managed to undo the belt of her dress, and the flaps began to part as they danced. He manipulated the material so that more and more of her body was exposed, her large titties in their beige bras, flat belly well tanned from hours in the sun, and her pink panties swelling with the bulge of her pussy mound. "I don't guess we need this anymore," he said and turned the dress back over her shoulders and let it fall to the carpet as they danced away.
Bill and Cliff cheered Jess' success, and Stell bellied up to him, feeling the hardness of his cock even more now that her dress was gone.
"Okay, Jess, let me at her," said Cliff, gliding up and wiggling his hips like a Latin dancer.
"Shit!" said Jess, but he walked back to the couch and sat down.
Before Cliff began to dance her around the room, he reached behind her and unclasped her bra. He stepped back and pulled the straps down over her shoulders and watched the material fall away slowly from the great swells of her tits. He tossed the bra and it looped into a wobbling arc across the room and flattened out on the carpet near her crumpled dress.
Stell danced in panties and high heels, her tits flat against the smooth nylon shirt that Cliff wore, and her pussy rubbed by the muscular thigh stuck between her own. They danced and her head continued to swirl, the music beating a rhythm that matched the pounding of her blood. She could feel the same pounding in her temples, and all the way down into her cunt-the throb, throb, throb of the music as they danced.
"Last, but not least," said Bill, again getting up for his turn. Cliff stepped back and before Bill took his turn he knelt down and hooked his thumbs in the waist band of Stell's panties. He pulled them down slowly, revealing more and more of her fanned blonde patch of pussy hair. The silky drawers slid slowly down her lovely, long legs. Before getting up to dance, Bill stuck his nose in her cunt bush and breathed deeply.
"God, Stell, what a cunt?" He nuzzled her pussy and sniffed again and again.
"You gonna sniff her pussy all night, or are you gonna dance?" asked Jess impatiently.
Bill got up and put his arms around Stell and they danced slowly. He rubbed both asscheeks with a hand and she rubbed her nipples across his shirt. The thrill was electric as it shot down to her cunt and back up to her tits.
"God," she said, the thrill sending a chill up and down her spine. She was aware that she was dancing nude with a man who wanted to fuck her, while two others looked on-two others who wanted to fuck her, too. Three men-Christ, three men who wanted to fuck her, ball her, bang her until she couldn't walk straight. Her heart pounded and her blood raced. She couldn't wait.
"Fuck me," she said into Bill's ear. "Fuck me now, honey." She rubbed up against him, her pussy damp against his slacks.
"Shit. Stell, whatever." He twirled her away from him and began to pull off his shirt.
"Party time," said Jess, beginning to strip off his own clothes. Cliff was not far behind.
"You believe this, Cliff? Some piece of cunt, right?"
"Damn right," he said, getting up to pull of his own pants.
Bill balanced on one leg as he took off his pants, and then half stooped and shot down his shorts, his cock jumping out as he pulled them quickly down.
"Yes, my cock-my own private cock," said Stell, and reached for the turgid prick that bobbed before her.
She pushed down on his cockhead and tried to mount it.
"Standing up?"
"Why not?" She stood on tiptoe and he bent his knees, and tried to lean under her pussy.
The head of his cock found the mouth of her cunt, and since she was so excited, the mouth was wet and eager. With a short jerk he managed to sink the head up her pussy beyond the rim.
"Aaaah," she sighed.
"Fuckin' A," he said, feeling his prick hot and wet inside her tight cunt.
He moved under her even more and she strained on her stretched legs. She could feel the head of his prick well up her, and with just a little more effort she knew that she would have it all.
"Push," she urged. "Harder, Bill, push it up me, honey." He pulled back just a little and with a swooping upward thrust he sank half his big prick up her cunt.
"Oooooh!" she said, not expecting the suddenness of his plunged. "Yes, baby, yes-fuck your little Stell, fuck her good, honey-pin her pussy to your cock!" With awkward fucking motions he managed to sink his cock up her cunt farther and farther, every thrust wedging its way into her tight pussy.
"God, baby," he said, the smile on his face saying more than words, "what a cunt-what a perfect cunt." He forced himself back and leaned up into her. By pulling up on her asscheeks, he fucked up into her cunt all the way. "Yeeeesss," she said, "oh, baby, yes, fuck me, honey, fuck me silly."
The stereo picked up with a pounding rhythm and he began to fuck into her.
"Dance with me, baby, dance and fuck me at the same time, honey. Do it, God, do it all!" He pushed her up by the ass and whirled her around to the music, fucking into her as they danced and swirled in and around the other two men who stood waiting for some opportunity. Their cocks stood at rigid attention, but they had no place to put them.
"Hell, I don't aim to stand around here all night with a hard-on, Cliff. What say we get in there and see some of that action?"
"You got it, Jess." They stopped the whirling couple and forced them over to the couch. Bill turned around and sat down with Stell perched on his hot cock.
"Shit, lay down, Bill. You're hogging the whole show, boy." They shoved him down, him still fucking away into Stell's tight pussy.
"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." She looked up at the other two men with pleading in her eyes.
"That's just what we aim to do, Stell-fuck the shit out of you, and you're gonna beg for more-the best fuckin' you ever had, woman, and then we are gonna fuck you some more-fuck you till your cunt don't know in from out, honey."
Jess climbed up on the couch and put a knee on either side of Bill's head.
"What the fuck?"
"Shut up and fuck, you son-of-a-bitch," he said, and he positioned "himself before Stell's face so that his cock would be in front of her gaping mouth.
"Aaah, aaaah," she said as Bill fucked up into her, his cock reaming her pussy good, spreading her pussy with its hard, powerful strokes.
While her mouth hung open, Jess stuck his thick cockhead inside her mouth. She immediately began to suck on the great knob and run her tongue around its thickness.
"That's it, woman, suck on that cock, honey-suck it till the cum comes like a river down your throat."
She held her lips around the breadth of his cock and he began to force in and out of her hot mouth. Her tongue's soft-rough texture whipped his head into a frenzy of activity; it fucked into her with quick, short strokes. With the tip of her tongue she probed his pee slit and drove him wild as she forced herself farther and farther into the tiny piss hole. "Jesus, shit, fucking Jesus," he said, writhing halfway between pain and pleasure as she forced herself farther and farther into his slit.
Then he began to fuck into her mouth until the great knob of his cock battered against the back of her throat. She fought to get her tongue out of the way, and his cock thrust deeper and deeper as she tried to hold back the most vicious strokes with her hands around the root of his thick cock.
"Right, honey-jerk that cocksucker off, jack him off and suck his load down your throat." He seemed to fuck even wilder, thrust even harder, his whole body hammering at the small constricted throat.
"Fuck," said Cliff. He was tired of waiting for an opening in the action, so he decided to make his own opening. He went into the kitchen and came back with a cube of butter. He opened the foil covering and scooped up a gob of the pale yellow substance with the tips of his fingers. He leaned over and smeared the gob of greasy butter onto Stell's asshole.
"Mmmm, mmmmm," she said around the thick cock that plugged her mouth and the opening to her throat.
"Everything is just fine," said Cliff, daubing on more butter and working it around the brown button of her asshole.
"God, no," she wanted to say. "No! No! No!" But all that came out was the mumbled garble that tangled around Jess' pounding cock.
Stell remembered Howard's cock up her ass, and even though it had eventually been fantastic, had thrilled her as few other things did, Howard's cock had been long and thin. Cliff's cock was anything but. Long yes, but thick.
She shook her head wildly, and tried to scream, but her cries died in her throat, muffled by the great knob of Jess' cock.
"That's it, honey-suck that thing-suck it good, honey," said Jess, fucking up into her mouth even harder. He had misunderstood the shaking of her head, and he pounded unmercifully into her tight, raw throat.
Stell hadn't thought that she could take Jess down her throat, but in her panic at the thought of Cliff's huge cock up her ass, she had set aside her fears of Jess' plunging prick. Before she knew it, the head had slid past the opening and was working its way down her tight, raw throat.
"Oh, my God," she cried, but the sounds echoed only inside her mind.
Cliff's middle finger slipped easily into the tight ring of Stell's asshole and worked around in oily circles as it fucked in and out.
"God, am I gonna fuck some ass," said Cliff, his cockhead throbbing only inches from where his finger worked around in the tight, brown opening.
Stell vainly reached back to protect herself, but she could not reach her ass and she felt the knob of Cliff's cock push against the pucker of her asshole as his finger slid out with a soft, wet pop.
NO! NO! NO! But already she felt him shove against the muscles of her asshole, strain and shove until the opening began to give, expand, relent.
"Relax, baby, open up that asshole, baby-gonna shove this prick up your shitter one way or another. Might as well make it easy, honey, cause I'm coming in one way or the other."
She shook her head, but her efforts only served to excite Jess all the more, and his cock flashed in and out of her mouth, up and down her tight throat like a glistening piston in her overheated mouth.
And in the next instant his cock was spurting the scalding burden of his cum, splashing it out into the tightness of her throat, and adding lubrication that made his fucking easier. He spurted and pumped, jetted what seemed like quarts of his hot cum into her, great streams of jism that seemed to flood and wash the little pain that remained down her throat like the debris before a flood tide.
The wake of his coming was all pleasure for Stell-the motion of his cock as it plunged in and out of her throat sent thrilling sensations throughout her body. The taste of his cum easing up the sides of his thick cock satisfied deep hungers, and she wallowed in the feeling.
Just as she had begun to bask in the fullness of his fucking her throat, Stell felt the thick, blunt head of Cliff's cock puncture her ass, spear her tender asshole and spread the tender tissue as it plowed right up her hot, tight hole.
Her scream escaped before she even knew it was coming, but just as quickly she clamped her teeth upon the soft flesh of her forearm. She bit and the blood oozed from the wounded flesh. The pain did little to ease that which ripped through her ass and tore at her innards.
"God, oh merciful God," she cried to herself, knowing that she was beyond help. Cliff's cock eased ever farther up her hot, buttery ass, searing like a burning knife blade into her innermost softness.
"Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" Cliff shrieked as her asshole squeezed his cockhead like nothing else had ever squeezed it. "Fucking tight ass, oh such a fuckin' tight asshole."
The pain was unbearable, but Cliff kept shoving, heaving up against her ass and the back of her thighs. Even in the intensity of her pain, Stell became aware that Bill was still fucking her cunt, fucking steadily, rolling up and down with his stomach and hips. And the more aware of his cock she became, the less intense became the pain in her asshole.
In the beginning Bill and Cliff had fucked into her on their own, satisfying their own needs, but once Cliff had settled his great cock up her ass, and had planted it up to the hilt, their fucking began to run in unison, thrusting in time to each other's movements. Fuck in together, pull out together - Stell felt it, and felt that she would be able to stand it after all, would be able to rise above the pain.
"Aaaaaaghhhhhhhh," she said, her words tangling in the tightness of her throat, and she tried to block out everything but the two cocks that pumped into her pussy and ass, fucked into her hot body with slowly mounting speed and urgency.
"God, I can feel your cock against mine, Cliff-I can feel you fucking her ass-Jesus, I can feel it."
"Shit, me too, Bill. God, that's really something."
"You feel like you got a log up her ass." .
"Oh, God, yes, a fucking log," said Stell, feeling for the world as though she were being split open by a great oak pole. But even as she strained to control her pain, Cliff's cock began to move more easily in and out of the tight asshole, producing ripples of sensation that were neither pain nor pleasure, but something in between.
Her body began to respond to the motions of both cocks, her belly began to roll with the fucking of her cunt, and her pussy and ass muscles began to grip for the cock that filled her small hot ass.
"God, now you're doing it, baby-yeah, fuck, honey, fuck." Cliff fucked harder into her ass, and she could feel the head of his raging cock touch virgin emptiness deep within her bowels.
"Oh, shit, oh shit!" she cried and fucked back against his thrusting cock. Her body was speaking to her with a new language, one that translated the pain into pleasure, and she began to fuck with bucking, jerking motions, her body losing control of itself as more pleasure overloaded the circuits of her nerves.
"Shit, Bill, what a fuck-oh, what a fuck."
"Ride her-oh, shit, ride her," responded Bill from beneath her bucking hips.
Stell rode the glorious moment for all it was worth, fucked high above all her problems. In the next instant her come exploded and caught the two men up in the vacuum of its blast.
Her body convulsed with violent spasms as her asshole gripped the pounding cock and her cunt constricted in wild spasms upon the hammering prick. Her whole body trembled with the rippling power of her come.
Her ass was flooded with the gushing impact of Cliff's load, and she could feel its heat wash around in her insides, splashing up into unknown depths and spaces. Her cunt was awash with the charge expelled from Bill's pumping cock as well. Great jets of jism hosed up into her pussy, and filled her so full that it began rushing out the sides around his thundering cock, running down onto his balls in thick trickles.
Lunging into her even more fiercely than before, Cliff cried out his wild satisfaction in a series of deep-throated yells. "FUCK! . . . FUCK! . . . FUCK!" And then he fell against the quivering ass that gripped his spent cock, resting his heaving chest against her back.
"Fuck, oh yes, fuck, baby!" yelled Bill, and shot the last of his load up her writhing pussy.
Stell's whole body quivered and twitched, her nerves raw to every touch, but their rawness exposed not pain, but new avenues to pleasure.
Still half senseless, her mind reeling with the fucking she had taken, her body cried out for more, and her voice came to its aid.
"More," she cried, "oh, fuck me more-don't stop, never stop. Cock, give me cock-oh, fuck me and fuck me and fuck me!" she cried, gripping and milking the slackening cocks that still filled both her fuck holes. "Fuck me!" she cried impatiently. She willed their cocks back to life.
"Do it, damn you, fuck me. More! More! More!" Her eyes rolled in her head and she thrashed her head about, her hair flying around her face.
"Hell," said Jess, lifting her up off Bill's chest, "I got something you might like, Stell. What do you think?" He showed her his cock, thick and hard, revived from her blow job and ready to fuck her again.
"Oh, yes ... yes .. . yes," she said, a smile wavering upon her frantic face. "Fuck me with your big prick, Jess, stuff it up my cunt, honey. Fuck me some more-never stop." Reaching for his cock, her fingers clutched and clawed. She couldn't get enough-her body craved more cock-all the cock there was. She wanted it stuffed in every hole she had. "FUCK ME!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.
"God, move over, Bill," said Jess, fighting to get at her cunt.
Stell raised up and Bill pulled himself out from under her, his cock slipping out of her cunt with a wet, slurping sound.
Cliff tried to pull out of her ass, but she screamed.
"NO! NO! Stay, oh, do it more-fuck my ass more, Cliff-for me, honey, don't stop! God, baby, fuck my ass-ream it out, honey- fuck it till your cock comes out my throat, baby! Oh, shit, fuck me up the ass-I need it up the ass all the way."
As Jess helped her up off the couch Cliff moved along with her, his half-limp cock lodged up her writhing asshole. They moved slowly, and as they moved, Stell could feel Cliff's cock begin to grow, to stiffen, swell into its enormous self once again.
"Aaaaaah," she said as she felt the thrilling transformation.
"God, I don't believe it," said Cliff, almost soft a minute before, now hard and fucking into her asshole even as they moved across the floor to the center of the carpet.
Jess lay down on the floor and pulled Stell over him. "Sit on my cock, honey, sit on this prick I got stiffened up for you." She moved carefully, trying to keep Cliff up her ass and mounting herself on Jess' huge cock.
"That's it, baby, lower your pussy right down on Jess' cock and we're gonna fuck us up a storm!"
She felt herself sink upon his cock, and her pussy sucked him up like a warm knife against butter.
Jess fucked up off the floor, thrusting his hips, unconcerned about anything but coming into the hot, tight pussy above him. He fucked like a wild man, thrust into her cunt with every ounce of strength he possessed.
"Fuck, baby," he said. "Fuck your cunt until you can't stand it no more-fuck you until you can't walk."
"Do it," she cried, "Yes, do it-oh, I want you to fuck me to death."
"Shit, tight," said Cliff. Even with her ass full of his cum, her asshole was tighter than any pussy he had ever felt. After a few strokes into that soft, velvety tightness he knew that he would come again. He fucked madly toward his goal and she could feel the frenzy-and she loved it.
Bill lay sprawled on the couch, his cock half hard in his hand. He whacked away as he watched the threesome fucking in the middle of the floor. Bill was the first one to see Tom standing in the doorway, standing in wide-eyed amazement. His mouth hung open and he shook his head as if trying to focus.
"What the fuck?" he said under his breath. Bill's hand froze in mid-stroke, and he feebly waved at the three who fucked wildly on the floor, but they were too involved to notice.
"Fuck me, oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" cried Stell, raising her head and shaking it from side to side.
"I'm fucking you, baby," said Jess.
"Yeah, oh yes, I'm fucking your tight ass, honey-gonna send more of my jism up that hot tight ass of yours."
"Stell!" Tom yelled and stormed into the center of the room. The two men froze, cocks caught half in and half out.
"Just what the fuck you think you are doing?"
"Don't!" she yelled above his voice. "Don't stop, oh, don't stop fucking me!
Please fuck me, oh, please fuck me!"
Rage filled Tom's face as he watched her, caught between two thick pricks as she was. He could see their swollen, shiny wetness as they stuck into her cunt and asshole. He was enraged that she could do this to him, but as he watched, Stell wiggling against them, their cocks responding, fucking again slowly, then faster, he started unzipping his pants.
"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me-I want all your cocks-oh, all your cocks."
"I'll fuck you, you slut," Tom said. He took out his already half-hard cock and waved it in her face. "Take that and suck it up your mouth, cunt-suck it down your throat, you bitch."
Stell's already skilled mouth reached out and sucked up the head of his cock and her throat muscles began gorging it down into her eager throat.
"Jesus, oh, Jesus fuckin' Christ," he said, his cock disappearing down her throat, and the look on his face mellowed from anger to astonishment, and from astonishment to ecstasy. "Aaah, God, Stell, oh God, suck me, honey-suck me."
In the center of the room Stell Chambers led her well-turned orchestra of cocks toward a crashing climax, and her husband played as loudly as the rest.
CHAPTER NINE
"Oh, yeah, baby, fuck me!" Stell said into the softness of Tom's neck.
"Yeah, Stell-God, but I can't believe you're like this with me, that you wanted to be like this with me. I always thought you didn't like sex, honey, and so I tried not to get involved. God, how I wanted to fuck like this. I even tried to find it with other women, but I don't have to do that anymore, do I?"
"No, never, honey, never again. I'll give you all the fucking you need and as wild as you want it."
They continued to fuck after the three men left. The anger had worn down to sheer passion, and the fear had grown to excitement as they fucked and fucked into the early morning hours.
Tom dumped load after load into Stell's cunt, and still she begged for more. But finally he suggested that they save themselves, for he was taking her to a special party that night, and they would need their strength.
Stell bought a new slinky gown that showed off her tits, ass and long legs, and Tom said that it was perfect. She was thrilled that they were actually dressing up to go out.
The party was at the Horchows. The Andersons were there, as were the Simmonses, but Stell didn't know anyone else. She chatted with Betty and Pat for a while, and even got to know Tania Horchow as they drank and ate the hors d'oeuvres before dinner. Another couple, the Richters, came late, and Stell was impressed with them both. Brian was tall and lean, athletic without being overpowering. He seemed to walk like a cat, and Stell felt herself turn on. Brian's wife, Samantha, was small and beautiful.
All during dinner Stell noticed that the men were taking down notes in small notebooks. She had asked Tom, but he only told her that she would see a bit later.
The food and wine were good, and the evening began to mellow out for Stell. The night before she had thought that her world was just about to fall in around her when Tom had walked into that room where she was being so thoroughly fucked, but it had all worked out. She breathed a sigh of relief and cast a smile at Tom who sat across the table beside Tania Horchow. He smiled back and returned to his busy conversation.
After dinner everyone retired to the living room for coffee. Stell sat beside her husband, who let his hand play up and down her thigh. The sensations he produced were extreme, and she wished that he would either stop or that they would go home so that she could do something about them.
Stell had just noticed a small velvet footstool in one corner of the room when Rick Horchow got up and cleared his throat. He wasn't that tall, but he gave the impression of being a large, handsome man. Stell didn't know if it was the cut of his clothes, or his build, but she liked the way it came across.
"I think you have had enough time, gentlemen. If you'll just put your estimates in the crystal bowl that Tania brings around ..." he said.
Tania moved around the room with the small cut crystal bowl and the men dropped in slips of paper. Tania was dark and small. Her large tits seemed even bigger than they really were, and they seemed to strain against the rose coral gown as she moved around the room. Stell became aware of just how beautiful all the women in the room really were. Rick went over and got the footstool and placed it in the center of the room.
"What's going on?" asked Stell.
"Just wait and see," answered Tom, giving her leg a squeeze.
"And I think we'll begin with Pat Simmons, lovely as always. Pat," he said, holding out his hand, and she got up off the couch and went to him.
Rick helped her up on the stool and she turned around once, showing off her great figure in a lime-green dress.
Stell gasped and stiffened as she watched Rick reach up and unzip the dress with a swift downward pull on the zipper. He pulled off the sleeves and let the material fall down around her waist and over her hips. The slick material slid down her legs and Stell's mouth hung open as she watched Pat Simmons step out of it and stand there in her bra, panties and high heels.
Rick handed his own wife the dress and she folded it neatly and sat it on the couch.
The men talked among themselves, and the women smiled-all except for Stell, who was too amazed to do anything but fight for breath. Tom squeezed her leg again and smiled at her.
Rick unhooked Pat's bra and freed her large, milky tits. He handed Tania her bra. Tania stood beside him waiting, and Stell knew why. Rick hooked his hand inside the elastic band of Pat's panties and stripped her in a swift, silky motion.
Pat stepped out of them as calmly as she had out of her dress. Stell's heart was beating against her ribs, and her blood raced through her veins. She put the first knuckle of her right hand between her teeth to control the feelings that churned inside her. She had to refocus as Rick moved away from the naked woman and returned with a tape measure in his hand.
He first measured her tits, calling out the figures for Tania, who wrote them in a notebook. Then he measured the diameter of her nipple. Once again he called out the number and Tania wrote it in her book. Rick measured her from belly button to the beginning of her cunt cleft. He measured the length of her pussy from end to end.
When Stell watched him pull out one of Pat's pussy lips to measure its full extension, she thought she was going to faint, for she knew that eventually she would be up on that stool. But behind the weakness, the shallowness of her breathing, burned an excitement that she had never known before.
Finally Rick measured her leg from her crotch to her foot, called out the figure and Tania wrote it down. He then led Pat back to the couch and called for Betty.
Betty got up and stepped up on the pedestal. She too turned around once, smiling at the men, and stuck out her big tits, waiting for Rick to unzip her dress.
Each of the women went through the same process, stripped and measured by Rick. The others sat naked on the couch as Rick finally called for Stell. Her heart leaped.
"Go on, honey," said Tom.
She was up and walking toward Rick before she fully realized what was happening. She took a deep breath and reached out for his hand as he helped her up. Stell felt dizzy as she stood there, the men all staring at her and the women smiling. She felt Rick's hands at the back of her gown, and then she felt a draft as the zipper slid down and her dress peeled away. Rick turned it down over her tits and pulled it down her waist and legs. She stepped out of it, and stood there before their leering eyes. She could feel her face flush scarlet and her throat constrict.
Rick unhooked her bra and it fell away, revealing her large, full, pink-nippled titties. They juggled slightly and the men all smiled at her, even Tom. There were more approving smiles as Rick peeled down her panties and displayed her thick blonde bush.
Stell could feel the pounding of her heart and the thundering of her blood. She was embarrassed, but there was something stronger than that. Rick's hands on her had ignited ripples of sensation that she did not understand. How could she be turned on here, before all these people? Yet turned on was exactly what she was. The excitement mounted as Rick measured her tits, his fingers brushing against the skin of her firm tits, grazing against her taut nipples as he extended the tape. Tania wrote down the figure in the book.
The measurement from navel to cunt cleft was almost unbearable, for Stell could feel Rick's fingers in her pussy hair, against the outer lips of her cunt, and she could feel the churning of her cunt, as it contracted at his touch.
But when he pulled out her cunt lip and measured it, Stell thought that she would surely come with him pulling out the pink flap of skin. Her pussy screamed with pleasure, and her cunt rippled with tiny spasms. She fought to control herself and avoid the humiliation of coming right there on the pedestal as everyone looked on.
Fortunately, Rick let her pussy lip snap back into place and reached up between her legs and began to measure her from crotch to foot.
After all the women had been measured and were sitting naked on the couch, Tania included, Rick got her notebook and began to total up the figures.
Rick then leafed through the slips of paper the men had put in the bowl.
"Brian, I guess you are the lucky man. And our winner among the women is Stell Chambers."
Everyone applauded and Stell blushed. She had no idea where things would go from there, but she didn't imagine that they would put their clothes back on.
"Stell, back up on the stool and let us admire you." Rick reached for her hand and she let herself be led back to the velvet footstool. He turned her around and around, giving out her figures once again, and reading off the total inches.
"Eighty-six total inches, ladies and gentlemen. A new record for our contest, if I'm not mistaken." Rick turned her around again, reaching out and lifting up her tits with the palm of his hand as she turned.
Stell felt her skin burn at his touch. She had no idea how she could be so hot with so many people around. She was a constant surprise to herself.
Rick turned to Brian. "What is your wish?"
Brian got up and walked around the women sitting on the couch, and around Stell. He smiled with fine white teeth and his eyes sparkled their radiant blue as he scratched the back of his head.
He turned from Stell to the other women. "I've always wanted to see the reverse of a circle jerk, ladies, and now is my chance."
There was a mutual gasp as the women sucked in sharp intakes of air and looked at one another.
Brian walked over to them. "Everyone on the floor, please, facing this direction."
The women moved slowly. No one seemed to want to be first, and Stell stood there even after the others had sat down on the carpet facing the men.
Brian turned toward her. "You, too, Stell, our beautiful winner." He reached up and helped her down off the velvet stool.
Stell sat beside the others, aware of how awkward it was to be lady-like sitting with her legs spread on the carpet and flashing her cunt at the men who sat on the couch facing them.
The funny thing was that she could already feel her pussy oozing juices that dribbled down between her asscheeks. Her cunt radiated fiery heat throughout her body.
Brian walked into the middle of their group. "Everyone on her hands. Sit right on your hands so we don't have any false starts."
Stell looked at Betty and Pat who just shrugged and put their hands beneath their asses. Stell did the same, her own hands burning their imprint on her cool asscheeks.
Brian raised his hand. "When I give the signal, I want you all to begin masturbating until you all come, not just until the first one comes. Understood?"
The women nodded their heads and Brian began. "On your marks. Get set ..." He paused and Stell could feel the tension among the women. She didn't know what she would do when he said go. Could she stick her finger up her cunt with all these women around her, with all these men looking on? "Go!"
Stell's hand flew to her cunt and her middle finger sank up her cunt without a second's thought.
But once there, it just wiggled slowly, as if unsure of itself. Around her she could hear the wet action of other fingers slugging up hot juicy cunts, and she listened and watched the fingers and hands move at the mouths of eager pussies.
Stell's finger began to fuck in and out of her steamy cunt, slicing through the warm flesh and feeling the buttery smoothness of the insides of her cunt.
She watched Betty Anderson bent over, slamming her whole hand up her cunt, four fingers disappearing into the dark patch of her pussy hair and up her snatch.
Across from her the delicate hand of Samantha Richter made a cone of its joined fingers and pumped into her tight cunt that was surrounded by tight black pussy hair.
Stell's own action increased as she heard the breathing of the others quicken.
Cliff Anderson scooted up to the edge of the sofa and said, "First time I've ever seen a bunch of women beat off like that. Makes a guy hotter than hell just watching them."
Sitting beside him, Bill nodded. "Sure does. I got a cock that won't quit." He moved his hand and the bulge of his cock ran down his leg.
"Come on, ladies, whip those fingers," said Hank, clapping his hands as the fingers flew and the moans began to mount along with the heavy breathing.
Stell couldn't believe that she was actually going to bring herself off in front of all those people, but she could feel her come rising, bubbling up from her cunt and down from her bouncing, heaving tits. She concentrated on the bright bubble that grew within her, fucked herself with three slick fingers now, racing toward the finish line, actually hoping to win.
But just as she was about to burst across the finish line in an explosive orgasm, she saw Samantha Richter begin to thrash and writhe on the carpet, her pussy seeming to eat up her entire hand as it fucked into her tight cunt.
"Fuuuuuuck!" cried Samantha, bucking up off the carpet like a doll, her small, firm titties jutting up and jiggling like small white melons.
And, like a chain reaction, the other women began to come one after another. Stell crashed in second, then Betty, followed by Pat and Tania.
The women lay sprawled on the carpet, forgetting about gracefulness, and fought to regain their breath. The men clapped wildly and cheered. Rick walked over and raised Samantha's dripping hand, the juice actually running down her wrist as he held it up over her head.
After the women had regained control of their breathing, Rick stepped forward and said, "Okay, Brian had first crack. Tom, you were runner-up. They are all yours."
Stell's heart leaped. Tom got up and smiled at her and walked around the sprawled women. He circled the group and stepped over and around naked bodies, scratching his chin.
"Anything?" he asked Rick.
Rick nodded.
"Samantha," Tom decided out loud, walking over to where Samantha sat cross-legged on the carpet, "undress me." She got up and began unbuttoning his shirt.
By the time she had his clothes off, Tom's cock was rock hard. "Suck it." He pushed down on his cockhead and put his hand on her soft pale shoulder and made her kneel before him.
Without a word she knelt and opened her mouth. She took the head of his cock into her hot mouth and worked it around and around with her wet tongue.
Stell could not believe all the feelings that were going through her as she watched. It was as if she were between the cock and the woman's tongue, as though she could feel the sucking pull of Samantha's tongue.
Tom looked at Stell and down at the working mouth that took more and more of his cock. "God, this is too much," and he began to fuck in and out of the tight lips.
The more he fucked into her, the more he smiled, and the more he smiled, the more Stell felt the tingling in her own cunt. Her batteries had quickly recharged after her self-induced coming, and she was eager for more action. Her muscles twitched and quivered as she watched her husband's long cock slip silently in and out of Samantha's mouth. Samantha's saliva coated it with glistening light as he pulled out, and Stell wanted to mingle her own spit with Samantha's. She wanted to trade off sucking her husband's big cock.
Tom's face contorted, but it was difficult to identify its expression as pain or pleasure.
"No. I'll come. I want to fuck you, Samantha." He pulled out the glowing red knob of his prick. Her mouth already had sucked it almost to the point of no return, and Tom seemed to squeeze it to make sure that his cum stayed where he wanted it.
"Get on your hands and knees, Samantha." She did and he moved behind her fine ass and shapely legs. His hand reached out and followed the curve of her ass down her thigh and across to the other leg and up.
"I want to fuck you doggie style," he said, and stuck his big cock up between her thighs and raised it until he found the wet slot of her cunt.
"Yes," she said, responding to his touch by wiggling her ass around until the head of his cock lodged in her tight cunt.
Samantha lowered her small, firm tits to the carpet and stuck her ass up. Tom's long, thick cock eased up her pussy and her body seemed to quiver with the pressure that parted her pussy.
Stell's own pussy throbbed with the imaginary cock she felt pulsing up inside her. The phantom cock of her husband seemed to fuck her as his real cock plunged into the sweet ass of Samantha Richter.
Samantha's head turned from side to side and she uttered soft moaning sounds that came from deep in her throat.
"Yes, oh, yes. Good fuck, Tom-good fuck. I like it from the back, honey, I feel your cock all the way up my pussy," she said, growing more and more active with his fucking.
"That's the way, Samantha honey, fuck back into me." Tom tried to time his thrusting strokes to meet her backward movements.
He fucked faster as she moved more freely, and Stell could feel the quickening in her own cunt's contractions upon the imaginary prick within her pussy.
Samantha looked back over her shoulder at Tom and smiled, her tongue glossing her parted lips.
"Oh, Tom, what a cock. I can't get enough of this big prick. Ram it up my pussy, Tom. Make me feel it, honey-split my pussy wide open." She writhed and wiggled upon his cock and nodded her head up and down as he fucked her.
The excitement mounted as Tom and Samantha fucked in the middle of the floor, and the entire room experienced it. Stell felt it probably more than the others. As Tom and Samantha neared their climax, Stell's own fulfillment hovered just beyond her reach. Her own body writhed and twisted with the energy radiating from the other two in their ever more frantic fuck.
Samantha began to moan deeply, and her head jerked from side to side.
"Tom-oh, Tom. It's close, honey-fuck me hard. It's so close."
He crammed his cock in as far as he could and pumped wildly.
"Me, too, babe-oh shit! Me too."
Locked together, they fucked as one, and their come was simultaneous, both bodies bucking and heaving, milking the most they could from each other. .
As Stell watched Tom fuck Samantha, watched him come with shuddering spasms that shook not only him but the small frame of the woman he fucked, she could no longer control her feelings.
Sweeping over her in a long flat wave, her come sucked her up in its rush and threw her up against the hard wall of her intense pleasure. Her own body bucked and quivered as the intensity jolted her with great bolts of joy.
"Aaaaaah," she sighed quickly, caught her breath, and then rode the full length of her come to its dying ebb.
A few minutes later, Rick Horchow was walking slowly among the women. He smiled at Stell who had pleased the others more by her coming unassisted than had Tom and Samantha. Rick stopped beside her.
"Stell, I want you and Pat to suck each other out."
Stell's heart fell. She had never touched another woman, and had no desire to. But she could tell by the smile on Pat's face that the feeling wasn't mutual.
Pat got up and came over to her.
"Relax, Stell, I'm going to make you so happy you'll forget who it is between your legs. Believe me." Pat sat down beside her and stroked her thigh. She ran her fingers up and down the insides of Stell's thighs and brushed their tips along the cleft of her pussy.
Despite her unease, Stell felt the old familiar stirrings as Pat's fingers grazed the sensitive folds that hung down from her cunt. The fingertips tickled her hot cunt lips and a quiver ran through her body.
Pat smiled at her.
"See, it isn't all that bad. Who knows a woman's joy spots better than a woman."
Stell tried to relax, let out a long rush of breath she had been holding, and tried to smile back.
"I've just never done anything with a woman, Pat."
The other woman smiled again, and pushed her back down on the carpet. Pat pulled Stell's legs apart and bent them at the knee.
Stell's stomach tightened as she watched Pat lean over her and let her long red tongue trail up first one leg and then down the other.
"God, Pat, that feels like your tongue is on fire."
The other woman nodded without looking at her.
"Not my tongue, honey, my cunt. But I guess I'm pretty well heated all over."
Pat's tongue continued to run trails of fire that glistened long after her tongue had left. The wanderings of her tongue led through the forest of blonde bush and up over her flat belly toward her belly button. Up ran her tongue, tracing rings around Stell's hard nipples..
"Ooooh, Pat, that's wonderful." Stell pushed up her tits to meet Pat's tongue. She squeezed her own flesh until she could feel the narrow line between pain and pleasure begin to fade.
Pat looked up at her.
"Your skin is so sweet, Stell. God, I'll bet your cunt is just as sweet." Her tongue, as though tired of wandering over Stell's body, slid down the length of her, through her patch of blonde and down into the wet entry of her aching cunt.
"Oooooh!" cried Stell, not expecting the electrical charge that Pat's tongue seemed to carry.
Pat lifted her head, her tongue flicking in and out of her mouth and fluttering from side to side over Stell's gasping cunt.
"Sweeter than I thought, honey, so much sweeter." She buried her head in Stell's crotch and her tongue drove deep into her hot cunt.
Stell couldn't believe the feelings that the woman's tongue created inside her. Her tongue seemed to expose nerves that Stell didn't even know she had.
"Yes, oh . . . yes . . . yes." She raised her shoulders up off the carpet and tried to watch as Pat's tongue worked in and out of her cunt.
"Suck my clit, babe-oh, please suck my clit."
Pat's tongue searched out the hard hot nub of her clit, circled it and sucked it between powerful lips.
As Stell's body trembled with the sensation, her mind wanted to do more than receive. She moved up and tried to work her way in between Pat's legs.
Pat looked down at her and nodded, raising one leg and helping Stell scoot up under her.
"God, yes, Stell-do it, honey-it's so good."
Stell didn't know just what to do, but she knew how her own pussy felt as Pat sucked upon her crazed clit. She wanted to make Pat feel the same way.
Pat's cunt was just above her face, its pink mouth gasping slightly, glistening above her. Stell could see the thick swollen tip of her clit, so much larger than her own, and so inviting. She raised up off the carpet and opened her mouth to meet the wet kiss of Pat's cunt.
As Stell's mouth touched the wet warmth of her cunt, Pat spread her legs and lowered herself so that Stell would have better access.
"Hold on to my ass, honey. Support yourself."
Stell reached around Pat's hips and grabbed hold of the full swells of her ass. Her fingers dug into the firm flesh, and she was able to pull her mouth right up to the musky mouth of Pat's hot cunt.
"God, Pat," she said, breathing deeply the woman's rich odor. "God in heaven."
Stell's tongue flicked out and caressed the tip of Pat's clit, and both women shuddered as the contact was made.
Pat's pussy contracted.
"Do it, honey-shit, that's it."
Stell flicked out her tongue again, and this time she circled the soft nub and sucked it into her mouth.
Pat's entire body seemed to vibrate.
"Gooooood! Shit! Baby! Shit!"
Pat buried her own face deep in Stell's crotch and began sucking for all she was worth. Stell didn't know that a mouth could have so much power. She had no idea that a tongue could whip the fires of her pussy to such burning heights. But even more, she had never dreamed what a woman would be able to make her tongue do those things to her.
The two women locked their legs around each other's heads. They rocked back and forth as their tongues fucked one another's cunts. They even seemed to moan in unison.
Stell was vaguely aware that things were going on around her but she could only concentrate on her own tongue lashing out and licking into the buttery smoothness of Pat's pussy. She could only be aware of the incredible pleasure that Pat's tongue was able to mount as it flicked and fluttered inside her own cunt.
Once, however, as she and Pat rolled about the room, she caught sight of Tom's great cock banging into Betty Anderson's cunt. Betty leaned up against the wall and Tom seemed to be plunging up her with a mad frenzy. Betty's face was frozen in a mask of utter obsession as she rode Tom's fuck pole. And then Stell rolled and they were lost to sight.
Only seconds after that, the first of innumerable orgasms caught her by surprise and shook her almost senseless. Her cries were muffled by the wet mouth of Pat's cunt, and her frantic flailing about was bound by the tightness of her grip.
Her body twitched and thrashed as her spasms ripped her, and she thought her entire cunt would be torn away from her body, but just as she slid up and over the peak of her climax, another followed upon the heels of the first.
God, oh merciful God-and there it was, wringing her like a dish rag, squeezing the breath and consciousness out of her and tossing her back upon the tempest of her passion.
Pat's tongue never left her clit, sucked longingly at it, sucking it deeper and deeper into her mouth, and Stell dangled by little more than that swollen nub to feelings of any kind. Pat played her like a yoyo, drawing her up into the midst of her passion, and playing her out again, only to draw her back.
At last Stell felt the shuddering quiver in Pat's own body followed by the tensing of her ass muscles. Her body then began to buck and roll with the completion of its orgasm, rippling and trembling out in long, lazy spasms.
"Aaaaaahhh," sighed Pat as the strength of her come faded.
Stell couldn't take her mouth away from the sweetness of Pat's cunt, and she lingered, her tongue darting in and out even as the last fleeting sensations of Pat's come faded.
"Fuck me, oh, somebody fuck me," Stell cried, burying her tongue deep in the scented slickness.
Even as she begged to be fucked, Stell felt the blunt force of something forcing against her ass and cunt from the back. She lay face down, her mouth sucking up the fullness of Pat's cunt, and someone lay on top of her, for she could now feel a long hard cock plunge against her cunt from the back, probe and push until the head sunk into her pussy.
Raising her head, Stell looked back and saw the smiling face of Brian Richter. His cock sank deeper up her cunt and he began to fuck into her with quick short strokes that shook her with their power.
"Yes, yes, oh yes-fuck me."
Brian slid his hands under her and cupped a tit in each one. His fingers sank into the firm mounds and began kneading them in time with his fucking.
Stell's whole body came alive.
"Shit, honey, yeah-shit, fuck me. I can't get enough."
Stell felt herself being rolled on her side. Brian still fucked into he with quick, thudding strokes from the back, but as her mouth was pulled away from Pat's cunt, she saw that Rick Horchow was in front of her.
Her eyes widened. He held his cock in his hand and jacked it off slowly, it was the biggest cock Stell had ever seen.
Rick smiled at her slyly.
"All for you, Stell." He began working the head of his cock against the mouth of her cunt, a cunt already full of Brian's thick cock.
Stell shook her head.
"Oh, no, please. Not both of you. I can't-" Rick just smiled at her and put his finger to her lips.
"Sure you can, baby. Just watch."
He began forcing his huge cock into the already stuffed cunt.
Stell felt her pussy stretch beyond belief. Rick's cock was actually moving into her, with short vicious stabs that felt like the blows of a blade against her pussy.
"NO!" she yelled, but Brian reached around from the back and covered her mouth with his hand.
She shook her head, but he kept his hand firmly against her lips.
Rick reached down and raised her left leg so that he could get at her pussy better. "A little help wouldn't hurt," he said, but Stell didn't hear him.
She couldn't believe what was happening. Rick's massive cock kept inching its way up her cunt, and Brian kept fucking her from the back. The more Brian fucked her, the more lubrication was furnished for Rick.
Stell screamed against Brian's hand, but they both kept fucking her. No cunt could take two such cocks. It was impossible. And yet, the two pricks worked in and out of her splitting cunt.
With one cunt-shattering heave Rick forced the full length of his cock up the remainder of Stell's cunt, and the cry that came from her lips escaped as little more than a whimper from beneath Brian's hand.
Stell dangled there between consciousness and the blackness of her utter pain. But just as she thought that she would lose consciousness, her body did one of those complete reversals that she still couldn't comprehend.
There in her cunt, switching like day and night, was the immense pleasure that the two cocks generated as they fucked like one great prick up the throbbing passage of her cunt.
"God," she cried, "oh God, my God, yes-oh yes," and she began to fuck against them.
Tom walked over and looked down at her. Kneeling down over her, he turned her head up towards him. He lowered his thick cock down to her mouth, and she opened her lips.
"All the cock you can handle, hon-all the cock in the world." He too began to fuck into the soft eagerness of Stell."
Stell fucked them all, rode their pricks into the fullness of her tomorrow.
