Every society is marked by an adolescent stage. A growing-up period. A time when each young member feels he is infinitely more daring and modern than the adults ruling the establishment he often rebels against. Nowhere is this phenomenon more marked than in an open society like ours.
Many an adult has smiled in remembrance of the time in his youth when he snuck out back to enjoy a forbidden cigarette or beer. The time he challenged another boy to a drag race in his father's car.
This is the story of a young woman growing up in a very special way-breaking the moral code she has been taught. Flaunting her body in open rebellion. Reveling in any and every wanton new experience.
THE ILLEGAL SECRETARY-the story of a young woman's struggle to find happiness. A timely story for today. A story which answers many questions, but leaves many others still open to debate.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Like a lot of young girls, Stella Moran had a hot pussy. Even though she hadn't been laid with a real dick yet, a lot of things besides her fingers had passed between her wet cuntal lips beneath her covers at night.
Both of Stella's parents were very straight-laced. They thoroughly disapproved of drinking, dancing, smoking, parties, movies, and boys. They didn't believe in anything that was fun. Nothing! They told Stella that we were put on earth to suffer. They said it was her Christian duty to suffer along with them.
And Stella suffered-from sheer boredom most of the time. But when she entered high school, her figure filled out and the boys began to pay more than usual attention to her. Naturally, her parents were greatly distressed by her popularity, and they retaliated by trying to exert an even tighter control over her after-school activities. This led to constant bickering because her folks would not allow any boys to come to the house to see her.
Other girls who had similar problems with their parents gave Stella the solution.
She announced to her parents one night at dinner, that she was joining the girls' chorus at school and would have to rehearse each day for a couple of hours after school. And she no longer asked to be allowed to have boys visit her at home.
Stella did join the chorus. But rehearsal was only for a half hour one afternoon a week. On the other afternoons, she joined her girlfriends. They all met to have Cokes and pass the time, because they always went where all the boys spent so much time.
With her figure, Stella became the center of the boys' attention, and she loved every minute of it. They begged her for dates, but she had to say no. She told them that her parents would never let her go out with boys alone at night.
Charlie Best was especially attentive to Stella. And, since Charlie was captain of the football team and the handsomest boy in school, Stella readily returned his attention.
Charlie was a little smarter than the rest of his boisterous buddies who wanted to get into Stella's panties. If she couldn't go out with him at night, why not in the afternoon?
Charlie borrowed his father's car and off they went, to a hill above town which was usually used as lovers' lane by the high school kids. Since it was broad daylight, they had the place all to themselves.
Stella wasn't sure what to expect. She was hoping that Charlie would try to do something, though she didn't know exactly what. Her curiosity about sex gnawed at her, what with all the secret whispers about it from the other girls and the strange yearnings she had been feeling within her ripening body lately.
"Do you wanna mess around?" Charlie grinned.
"Mess around?"
"Yeah. Mess around. You know ... just play around with each other. Just for fun."
"Well," she hesitated, "I don't know ... I mean, I've never messed around so I wouldn't even know what to do." She was blushing deeply.
"Look, don't worry about that. You don't have to do anything if you don't want to. Let me take care of things. I know just what to do. We can have a ball!"
"Well, okay ... sure!" Stella said, leaning back against the seat.
She was unaware that her position thrust her huge tits out even further. The twin mounds of flesh strained at her tight bra and the top of her dress.
Charlie looked at the soft, round tits hungrily. He was sure she was poking them out like that deliberately, to get him worked up. And, dammit, she was succeeding! He could feel his cock begin to harden.
Normally, Charlie wouldn't even look at a little freshman girl, but then no other girl in the freshman class-shit, in the whole school-had a pair of tits like Stella!
He reached over and gently squeezed one of the huge melons. It was heavy in his hand.
"Jeez, you got nice ones, Stella."
"Hmmmm," Stella moaned.
It felt nice. Very nice. His hand was warm and gentle. It was exciting to finally have a boy touch her there-or on any part of her body, for that matter.
Jesus, she's gonna go! Charlie thought. First time out and she's gonna go!
He cupped one luscious tit with his hand and then the other. They were both so soft and squeezable, and he kept alternating his hand on each. Then he placed both hands on her chest, cupping both big tits at once.
Underneath his probing hands, Stella was squirming with pleasure. Growing more daring, Charlie slipped his hand down the front of her dress and into one bra cup to feel her flesh. She didn't try to stop him, so he kept it up until he had succeeded in completely lowering the top of her dress and finally removing her bra altogether.
She was nude from the waist up, and his moving fingers had ignited a bonfire of desire in her half-naked body.
His need was growing more urgent as his stiffened prick practically broke the elastic in his shorts. He took one of her hands and guided it down to his crotch to feel the throbbing bulge inside.
"Jeez, you got me hot, Stella, honey! Feel!"
Stella wanted to do more than feel. She wanted to see. She unzipped his pants and dragged his hard, pole-like cock into the open.
"Oh, God, it's big, Charlie! I mean, it's really big ... and hard!" She wrapped her fingers around the pulsing hard-on and began to slide her hand up and down the length of it, just to feel as much as she could. Then she let her hand wander boldly around his exposed groin, feeling his balls and thighs. In her eagerness to feel it all, she even slipped her palm under his ass to caress his cheeks.
While she was being carried away in her probing of Charlie's nude cock, he busied himself by removing her dress completely. He had one hand jammed inside her panties and his fingers were slipping gradually into her hairy pussy. He tickled her clit and slid his middle finger in and out of her cunt like a piston.
Charlie was so worked up, and Stella was so sexually turned on, that nothing could have stopped either one of them from going ahead at that point.
While she played excitedly with his dick, he kept right on finger-fucking her, until finally he pulled her panties off altogether and murmured for her to climb into the back seat. Without question, Stella clambered into the rear seat and stretched out, waiting for him to join her. Charlie hurriedly struggled out of the rest of his clothes, until he was as buck-ass naked as she.
As he undressed, Stella glued her eyes to his nude body, surveying every inch of exposed flesh that her eyes could see. By the time Charlie got into the back seat with her, juice was pouring from her hot pussy in streams.
Stella became the aggressor.
"Jeez, you really want it, don't ya, Stella, honey?"
"Oh, Charlie, you don't know how much I want it!"
She grabbed his dick. It seemed to be even bigger and throbbing more violently than before. His hand found her cunt. The pressure on her pussy lips caused sharp jolts of pleasure to flood through her belly. With one arm around her, Charlie drew her to himself, his lips coming down firmly and open to her mouth.
Stella almost gasped aloud when she felt him work the tip of one finger between her throbbing cuntal lips. Slowly, he moved the finger forward, wiggling it teasingly, until he found her clitoris.
Stella began writhing and moaning. He stimulated the little bud harder. She began panting and gasping as he moved his finger into her flooded cunt, then rubbed the wetness over her clit.
This natural lubrication made the gentle stroking of his finger even more exciting for Stella. She spread her legs farther apart as his finger began moving inside her clasping cunt in little circles, stretching the opening wider and wider until he could fit two more fingers inside her. In and out, in and out, his wetly glistening fingers flashed, keeping time with her passionate gasps and moans.
"Oh, Charlie, Charlie! It feels so good! Something's happening to me, Charlie ... my pussy's on fire!"
At the sound of her delirious cry, he shoved his three fingers as far up inside her cunt as they would go.
"Oh! Ooohhhh ... aaaaahhhhhhh!"
Stella choked as the first incredible shock of her orgasm struck her. Her straining tummy muscles sucked in and her whole body went stiff.
Charlie withdrew his fingers from the girl's spasming cunt and then leaned forward to cover her mouth with his. As she lay there in his arms, her body jerking and twitching as wave after wave of hot, seething sensations raced through her burning pussy, his hands slipped down to guide his cock to her seething slit.
"Gonna put it in now, baby. Gonna fuck you, honey!"
"Yes, yes, Charlie, FUCK ME!" the young girl cried.
Charlie poised the hard head of his dick on the rim of her cunt lips for less than a second. Then he shoved it into her frothing cunt with the power of a battering ram.
"OHHHH, YESSS! GOD, YESSSSS!" Stella squealed as she took her first cock easily.
Charlie backed off and lunged again. The inward thrust drew another gasp from Stella as his piercing prick slithered in, full length, burying itself as far as possible in the hot, wet flesh of her tight pussy.
In no time, their violent fucking was at its highest pitch. Each was becoming more and more excited, feeling erotic bolts of lightning flash through their groins. Blood boiled in Charlie's cock as his teeth sank into her lip. Stella's immense solid, fleshy tits were crushed flat against her body by his heaving chest. He could feel her long, thick nipples rubbing against his body as if seeking a hole to fuck.
Stella gave a strong heave of her hips, lifting the two of them off the seat and onto the floorboards. They hit on their sides, still nailed together.
His dick remained lodged in her grasping pussy while her legs clutched at his ass. They rolled until Charlie felt the door touch his feet. He used it for leverage, slicing his fat cock even deeper into her screaming cunt.
The insanity of their fucking was already violent, and now became more so. They bumped into the seat, making the entire car shake. Neither was totally sane at this point, but Stella was almost hysterical. The completeness of his thick meat as it totally filled her female emptiness made her want to scream. She wanted that final orgasm, and she thought she'd die if he withdrew his wonderful cock.
Charlie felt the same way. He loved the way her clinging pussy held his cramming prick, and he wanted to blast his load into her. Yet if he did, it would be the end of their wild fuck. Each time he fucked into her, he hoped it would never end.
He continued driving his rod into her wild and slobbering cunt. The juices seeping out of her and dripping down their thighs managed to stain the seat. They continued their insane rotating and revolving as they humped their young bodies together.
Stella was riding high at that point-higher than any drug could have sent her. Her saliva was dribbling from both corners of her mouth, and she no longer attempted to kiss him. Her eyes had rolled back into her head, and she was concentrating solely on the sensations received from his pounding cock inside her.
"Now, now, Charlie ... I'M THERE!" she shrieked. "MAKE ME COME!"
She arched her back as Charlie pulled back and then rammed into her with an ultimate thrust. Her entire body began trembling violently, and then she crushed him to herself as she convulsed, surrounding him with arms and legs. The squeezing of his in-rushing cock by her contracting pussy brought Charlie to the top of his come.
Cum erupted into Stella's dilated pussy, filling it with searing jets of heavy, white juice. Her cuntal walls were coated and her cunt hole flooded as she continued bouncing to the tune set by his thrusting meat. Her muscles squeezed, milking his cock until his balls were dry.
For a few moments afterward, he lay on top of her, then finally withdrew.
It was time to go to football practice.
"When can we do it again, Charlie? When?"
"Tomorrow ... I guess." Jesus, he thought, I really got me a live one!
* * *
The next afternoon, neither of them bothered with their practices. They just split right to the hill after school.
The routine was the same. Off came Stella's clothes and over the seat she went. Charlie popped out of the car and ripped off his clothes.
His dick was even more beautiful to Stella than before. She couldn't take her eyes off it. It jutted out of the coarse, dark hair covering his loins. She wondered how she had taken such a monstrous thing between her legs without being split in two!
Charlie scrambled back into the car and knelt beside her, drool seeping from the slit in the tip of his throbbing dick. Stella's hand moved up to encircle the massive, blood-engorged cock. She was surprised to find out how hot it was, like something that had been baking too long in the sun. As her fingers tightened slowly around it, she could feel his pulse beat inside the rigid shaft as if it had a tiny heard all its own.
Excitedly, curiously, she worked back his wrinkled foreskin, exposing the swollen, purple-red head, glistening with a droplet of cum from the hole in the tip.
Suddenly, a wild desire gripped her. She remembered seeing a picture in a dirty magazine that had been passed around school-a picture of a big cock in a girl's mouth. The girl had looked as though she loved the taste of it.
Stella wondered if it really did taste all that good. She had to find out. She wanted that huge, throbbing tool in her mouth. She wanted to sense and savor and taste it!
She brushed back the long hair from the sides of her face and moved her mouth closer, closer, her fingers squeezing harder, manipulating his cock flesh.
From his expression, it was more than Charlie could have hoped for-to have this beautiful young girl take his prick in her mouth. He couldn't stop a moan of pleasure from erupting in his throat from the pleasure she brought him as she touched her lips to the purple head. The light touch of her fingers danced over his pulsing length. She stroked him gently, drawing spasms of delight from him that he could hardly stand.
Whatever slight reluctance Stella might have had at the thought of what she was about to do, disappeared at once as she flicked out her tongue and let it glide warmly, wetly over his swollen cockhead. Charlie let out a long, low moan at the contact, his whole body spasming. She sat up, facing him, and began to run her tongue in little circles around the tip of his near-bursting meat.
A sudden flood of cum filled her mouth, at the same time filling her body with a new kind of sensual excitement. She took more and more of his prick into her mouth. She let her hand slide down the smooth, hot length of his cock to lightly take hold of his wrinkled ball sac.
She could feel the heavily veined underside of his prick sliding over her tongue, until it was far down her throat. Then instinctively, she began to suck, her red lips clasped tightly around the lust-swollen cock that was buried in her young face.
Charlie was moaning loudly now, in sheer ecstasy, as his groin began to rock against her face, his hands pulling her suctioning lips tighter against his aching cock. Slowly, rhythmically, his thick prick slid in and out of the naked girl's face to the loud accompaniment of the wet sucking slurp that mingled with his gasps and sighs.
Again he looked down at her, still unable to believe what was happening. He had meant to screw her again. But he never dreamed that she would suck cock. Yet, there she was right before his eyes, her flushed cheeks hollowing and then puffing out around his hardness with each thrust he made in and out of her mouth. As if that weren't enough, she kept swirling her tongue around his cockhead inside her scalding, wet throat.
Charlie began fumbling under her body and found her voluptuous, swaying tits. He began to massage them roughly, first one globe then the other, rolling and pinching the hard, sensitive nipples until Stella began moaning, half in pain, half in pleasure. Her sucking increased with every second.
To her utter amazement, she found herself totally enjoying the act she was performing, as she sucked his prick and he pulled and squeezed her tits. Damn, she thought, what have I been missing all this time! She was determined to make up for all the pleasure her parents had denied her.
Then all at once, she felt Charlie's cock swell, filling her mouth with his pre-cum. She thought she was going to gag. She pulled off him with a loud plop.
"Oh, no, baby ... don't stop! Not now!" Charlie cried.
She looked up at him apologetically. "I have to, Charlie. I've gotta catch my breath. You're so big, so long, I was starting to choke." She smiled softly. "But don't worry. I won't let you down."
"Oh, shit, Stella, I never had it done like this to my cock before!" the boy groaned.
Still staring up at him, she said, "You ... you want to go off? I mean, in my mouth? I'll let you if you want to."
He was completely taken aback. "You ... you sure you want to?"
Stella nodded. Then her mouth dove back onto his cock, and she began pumping up and down on him again. She sucked hard and her lips and teeth became merciless. Her flicking tongue made his cockhead scream. Hollowing her pink cheeks, she crammed almost three quarters of his big prick down her gulping throat.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh ... your tongue!" Charlie gasped. "As I come out, swirl your tongue around the underside of my prickhead! Ohhhh, rape the hell out of me, baby!"
"Like this? Like this, Charlie?"
"Ohhh, Jeez, yeah ... that's it!" His whole body stiffened. "You're sure ... absolutely sure you want it?"
She wagged her head as best she could with her mouth full of cock. Yes, yes, she wanted him to come this way. She wanted to taste and feel the hot juice in her mouth. She wanted to know what it was like.
She coughed and moaned as she took him too deeply into her throat, but she didn't let go. She just eased up on him a little and kept sucking, licking.
And then, all at once, her eyes filled with panic as she felt his cock turn to rock-hardness, felt the cum churn along the tube.
"IT'S HERE!" Charlie spat out. "OH, CHRIST! Hang On! Suck and Pull! Oh, Jeez, Suck It, Baby ... SUCK MY COOOOOOCK!"
The next moment, cum was gushing out of him, sticky and almost scalding hot. Stella gulped, gagged and waited until her mouth was almost full, then she began to swallow thirstily, wringing every last drop of jism from his balls. Only then did she let go of him. Only then did she draw back and fall back onto the seat, letting his shrunken dick drop down between his thighs.
"Now put it in my pussy and make me come, too, Charlie!"
Charlie was young, able, and willing. He dropped between her thighs and stuffed her pussy with cock. He was barely inside her, when his meat got a new life.
"Yes, Yes! Oh, Charlie, Yes, Like That!" she cried. "Fuck Me With All Of It!"
Charlie readily complied, his revived prick buried in her cunt flesh, sawing, slashing, until the cum in his balls went off for a second time, filling her squirming pussy with hot juice-and a satisfaction of coming that she so desperately needed.
CHAPTER TWO
Charlie could only take Stella for about a month. Her demands on his cock were too great, and he couldn't always get his father's car.
They began to drift apart. But to Stella's surprise, she didn't mind. She began to have afternoon dates with other boys-boys who owned their own cars.
In her senior year, her folks finally allowed her to out with boys on dates-at night. No matter what time they picked her up, though, they had to promise to have her back home early. Stella objected at first, saying that other girls were allowed out till midnight on dates. But her parents were adamant, and surprisingly, none of the boys complained about the restriction.
With other girls they had to spend money to get some nookie. With Stella, there wasn't time for regular dates, such as movies and food. There was only time to buy a six-pack, head for the hill, and fuck.
Stella had the sneaking suspicion that she was being used, but the constant fire in her pussy drove her on. She also harbored even more resentment against her parents. Here she was, almost graduated from high school, and they were as strict as ever.
Up until her last semester of school, Stella had only fucked boys who really appealed to her. Eventually, her sexual promiscuity knew no bounds. She started fucking and sucking any dick that came her way. Any boy who wanted a little pussy knew he could get it from Stella.
It was a very small town and her reputation with the boys inevitably became common gossip-so much so, that the talk finally reached her father's ears.
In a murderous rage one night, her father yanked off his belt and beat the living shit out of her, until she was screaming in agony for mercy. He was only stopped from killing her by his wife, who came running in to see what was going on.
Stella cried herself to sleep that night and made a vow to get away from there as soon as possible.
But she soon realized that proved easier said than done. She had no money, and until she graduated and got a job, she had little chance to get any.
So for the next two months she kept fucking any boy at school who asked her, and dreamed about a job.
At last, graduation came. And so did the job-secretary in a fur storage warehouse.
The money wasn't bad, but it still wasn't enough to move out, especially since she needed to buy a car in order to get to work. Well, maybe if she bought a cheap car ...
The car salesman's name was Clint Usherwood. He was tall, in his twenties, blond, and even better looking than her first lover, Charlie. He was also much more a man of the world than Charlie. That made it that much easier for him to sweep Stella off her feet.
He sold her the car and then asked her for a date. Stella was too embarrassed to tell him about her parents' strictness, so she agreed to have lunch with him.
Clint had lost his parents and raised his younger sister, Trixie, who still lived with him. He, like Stella, longed for one thing-to get enough money to get out of the tank towns and into the big city where his real talents could thrive. Stella didn't ask Clint what his real talents were. She didn't care. One lunch and she was falling in love with him.
It was inevitable that Stella would have to tell him about her parents and her problems, when Clint insisted on taking her out.
When she did, he had the solution-skip lunch and go to a motel.
Stella readily agreed.
In the car, Stella could hardly wait. It took very little for her to envision him in the nude, shaking his dick in his strong hands. The image started her cunt juices flowing. As Clint continued to weave the car through the thin traffic, Stella placed a warm hand on his right thigh, a few inches from his cock.
"You don't know how bad I need you, Clint," she purred, moving her hand up to his dick.
He chuckled. "That goes for me, too, baby. Jesus ... careful!"
His cock stirred. "You want me to rape you right here in the car?"
She smiled impishly and squeezed his hardened flesh. "You say it, but you won't do it."
He gritted his teeth against the sensation her fingers were bringing him. "I damn sure will when we get there!"
She just laughed and took away her hand.
* * *
Once in the room, neither of them wasted any time.
Stella unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head. The heat of the day had kept her under things to a minimum. She wore a French-cut bra and flimsy pink panties. These she hastily removed, revealing a taut, firm body. Her tits were large, like two melons jutting from her slim chest, with pink circles centering them.
Growing out of those sensuous areolas were two dime-sized nipples, both of which were already filling with blood and enlarging as Clint's eyes caressed them. Her waistline was so slim, he could have come close to surrounding it with his two hands. She had solid hips, with no loose flesh. Her belly was a flat plane dimpled with a tiny, winking navel, and a light line of fuzz led from her belly to the thatch of dark curling hair covering her pussy,
"God, you're beautiful," he sighed.
"And ready, darling," Stella moaned. "So ready!"
She sat on the bed and motioned for him to join her. Her moist, red lips were slightly parted, and her legs began to open.
Clint quickly moved to the bed and covered her mouth with his as his hand rested hotly on the firmness of her inner thigh. He could feel the blast of heat as his touch seemed to turn her cunt on, just like an oven.
Stella began to squirm. She wrapped her hands around his body, snaking them upward and curling them through his thick hair. Her tingling fingertips ran along his jawbone, tracing a path from one ear to the other. Her deft fingers unbuttoned his shirt and reached inside. She pressed her palms flat against his strong chest, loving the hardness of it. She rubbed his flesh, working down to the flatness of his stomach, loosening his belt with her other hand while still kissing him.
Clint crushed his mouth to hers, pressing as hard as he could, using the tip of his tongue to caress her gums, the hollows of both cheeks, the roof of her mouth. He pushed and stabbed his tongue into her mouth again and again, like a rigid prick fucking into an eager cunt.
The tingle Stella felt ran right down into her frothing pussy. She jammed her tongue around his, lunging into his mouth. Both tongues intertwined, and each reacted as if an electric current was sizzling through their blazing bodies.
Neither had spoken a word since their tongue-duel had begun. The urge to fuck was building steadily in both of them, blocking out all thoughts. Words would have been wasted at a time like this. Each sensed the desire in the other.
Their wanton lust continued to build. Stella began tugging at his clothes, wanting to feel the contact of his naked flesh against her skin. But Clint felt so aroused by the touch of her fingers, he didn't want to stop and remove his clothing. Her fingers were too erotic, her kisses too exciting. But even as their lips clung to each other, he felt her slowly removing his shirt.
Stella reached down and felt the hardness of his straining cock as it pushed against his pants. "Darling, take your clothes off, please! Hurry! I want to see your cock!"
She shook with anticipation while she watched him disrobe. With each article of clothing he took off, her need for him seemed to grow more urgent. She kept pressing her thighs together, trying to ease the tension building between them, but only made herself feel worse.
When the last of his clothes came off, he stood before her stark naked. His glistening cock, as big and as ripe for action as any she had ever seen, caused added excitement to burn in her cunt.
"Ohhh, God, darling, what a cock, you've got!" she breathed. "It's so big, and so beautiful! I can hardly wait to feel it inside my little pussy!"
Clint moved closer to her, until his firm, moist length of male flesh was pressing into her naked belly. She rubbed back and forth against it, like a she-cat in heat, as it smeared her flesh with his pre-cum.
She reached down and grasped it. Then, stretching up on tiptoes, she fitted the enormous thing between her soft thighs and let it sink into the hot cunt waiting there for it.
Stella shivered in ecstasy as she felt his fiery dick sear its way between the pulsing walls of her cunt-walls that closed around him lovingly, holding him tightly inside her until she had swallowed his entire length.
"Oooohhhhh, now ... now, darling!" she panted heatedly.
Just a few quick thrusts and her cunt exploded.
"Jesus," Clint gasped. "You came already, baby?"
"Oh, yes ... but keep fucking! God, I was so hot, Clint!"
He pulled his cock out of her and stretched her across the bed. She cupped her huge tits together and pointed the fleshy cones toward his drooling mouth.
"You bitch ... you sweet, beautiful, little bitch!" he uttered as he accepted her all-too-tempting invitation.
He leaned into her and kissed her moist lips. She panted into his mouth, her tongue seeking his. They met and licked each other, first his mouth, then in hers, making wet sucking sounds with their mingling juices.
He lifted his mouth then and buried his teeth into the satiny white flesh of her shoulder. Stella's hands were in his hair. She ran her fingers through it, then traced the outline of his ears and his strong jaw as his mouth moved down to her right tit. He kissed her nipple passionately, then devoured it.
"Oh, fuck me again, Clint! Put your dick back inside me!"
"Soon, baby, soon. But I want to taste you first!"
Stella could never remember receiving such a thrill before-simply from having her tits sucked. In seconds, it seemed, Clint got her so hot that she experienced one of those skimming orgasms that made her cunt dripping wet.
After his sucking mouth had moved back and forth from nipple to nipple, until each of them tingled and glowed, she expected that he would simply fuck her and get it over with. She was amazed and delighted when she felt his hand caress her quivering belly, then slide down over her furry cunt to press against the flaming, wet lips of her pussy.
He was so different from the boys she had fucked in high school. He was a man. He knew exactly where and how to touch her to fill her with incredible excitement. She closed her eyes as tremendous thrills rocketed through her. And then, as his fingers played and teased with her seething pussy, she bent her knees upwards and brought her heels in close to her ass cheeks.
All at once, Clint grasped her ankles and pushed outward, spreading her thighs wide apart. The result was that her entire cunt and ass were laid bare to his gaze.
His tongue was suddenly on her belly, and he was moving downward.
"Oh, God, Clint, what are you doing?"
"I'm gonna eat you, honey. I'm gonna ram my tongue up your sweet pussy and drink you dry!"
My God, Stella thought, he's going to do it! He's really going to do it! How many times she had wished one of the boys in school would do it to her. None would.
Now she was sure she loved Clint Usherwood.
Clint had pushed her legs up almost to her tits. If it had been anyone else but him holding her like this, with her pussy dribbling madly and every fold of her cunt exposed to him, she would have been humiliated beyond reason. But all she could feel under his eyes was excitement.
Then she felt his hot kiss on the center of her cunt as he draped her legs over his shoulders and dipped his head into the fragrant, warm slit between them.
"Oh ... God!"
She felt him lay his long tongue on the pink flesh of her cunt. It lingered a moment on the partly open lips, then began to swab up and down-sensually-licking over her pubic hair and the slick edges of her cuntal lips.
Stella's mind screamed at the ecstasy of it, and then, if possible, it became even more beautiful. He wiggled his tongue in and out between the folds of her pussy, slurping up her juices. He fluttered little tongue-lashes against her hot clit. It tingled and pulsed so wildly that any instant she expected it to explode.
She began sobbing, wiggling her legs on his shoulders, her ass cheeks against the front of his chest. He kept on licking, sucking, biting at the tip of her clit. She went completely insane with passion. She felt her mind going off like a rocket as he took her clit between his teeth and sucked the firm flesh until the first spasm of a full-scale orgasm hit her.
"Ooooooohhhhhh, Aaahhhhhh!" she squealed as she kept throbbing, her clitoris vibrating against his lips and tongue. "Now! Now! OH, GOD, GIVE ME COCK NOW!"
The next thing Stella knew, he was on the bed with her.
She stared up at him with her lips parted and her tits rising and falling, nipples stretching taut. She lowered her eyes to see his cock throbbing and jerking wildly, lurching from the wiry hair of his groin.
"Do you love me?" he suddenly rasped.
"I ... I don't know, Clint. I think so."
Whether she loved him-if indeed, it was possible for her to really love any man-or whether he was simply another conquest, another man, another cock that she wanted to fuck, she didn't know.
She felt his prick give a delightful, tight, jerk as he massaged her cunt with it. Then she hissed a squeal of sweet shock as he fed his cockhead into her cunt mouth.
Ooohhhh, God, he felt so good!
New, voluptuous pleasures filled her body as she felt his thickness, his great cock creeping deeper and deeper into her, opening more and more of her cunt as he ground into her with each succeeding stroke. Her clutching, slippery pussy clung around his flesh, molding to his length and breadth as he fucked harder, faster.
She could feel his hard belly and chest against hers, his coarse hair mingling with her soft fuzz, her encircling wet-warm cunt taking him and taking him, until she had all that he had to give her.
He fit into her so tightly that she wondered if she could ever let go-if she ever wanted to let go. She opened and closed her cuntal walls. The inner muscles of her pussy quaked as her legs now dangled helplessly off the sides of the bed and he continued to plough her furrow.
She panted and worked her hips up and down off the bed, furiously, desperately. Then, all at once, she felt the world closing in on her. For a moment, she couldn't breathe. She fucked up at him wildly, wailing, gasping, feeling her climax approaching but holding off until she felt his come take hold, so that they could come together.
And then it was there-a shattering moment of bliss that turned into a torrent of absolute ecstasy, causing her to tingle from head to toe. Then she felt his flood of cum jet into her, washing all consciousness from her brain to leave her lying there beneath him, as though paralyzed, as he continued to pour his hot juice into the very core of her womb.
"Jesus, you're the hottest piece of ass I've ever had!" Clint panted as they lay clinging together in each other's arms, breathing as if they had both run for miles.
"Was I really good?" Stella asked in a voice made purposely small and uncertain.
"Shit, Stella," he joked, "you're good enough to marry and keep around!"
Marry? Stella had never thought of that. Jesus, could he be serious? That would be one sure way of getting away from her impossible parents!
* * *
The fuck sessions in place of lunch became a daily thing. Clint hinted at marriage a few more times, and then dropped it. When Stella brought it up again, he evaded it. At last when she became insistent, he came out and told her that he just didn't have enough money.
Then the bomb fell. Clint's boss said he was spending too long away from the lot. He couldn't meet her anymore at noon.
Stella took the lack of Clint's dick for a week, and then she couldn't stand it any longer. She told her father she had to have her car checked one night and left before he could say no.
She drove straight to the lot and found Clint in his office.
"Jesus, honey, you shouldn't have come here."
"I had to, Clint," she sobbed into his shoulder. "I just had to! Can you get off early? Let's go to your place. I've got to have your cock!"
"Jesus, honey, my sister Trixie is there."
"I don't care. Send her away," Stella pleaded. "I need you!"
"Hold on!" He walked to the office door. "Hey, Walt, watch the joint for a little while, will ya?"
"Sure, Clint," a voice answered, and laughed. "What if Trixie comes by?"
"Tell her I've left."
Clint pulled the office drapes closed and turned to Stella.
She pulled the sweatshirt she was wearing over her head. Her big tits were braless, bouncing in front of his eyes. Grinning, she leaned closer, placing her mouth gently over his, pecking softly at his lips.
"Jesus, you are a little bitch, you know that?" Clint croaked, grabbing her and pulling her to him. Her tits were crushed against his chest.
His hands ran along her back and down over her jeans where he began stroking her soft, ripe ass cheeks. He could feel the softness, realizing that she wasn't wearing any panties. He squeezed each cheek and rubbed the back of each thigh.
Stella buried her face in the nape of his neck, kissing him gently. "Fuck me, Clint. Please, fuck me!"
She pulled him down to the carpeted floor and rolled over on her side, keeping his hands firmly on her full, lush tits. Her hand slid under the top of his trousers, passing the coarse hair and touching his erect cock.
Clint spread his legs wider, giving her room. He felt her hand dive down, palming his balls and fingering the flesh between his balls and asshole. His cock lay against her wrist, growing and throbbing, while his face was buried against her tits. He encircled her nipples with his tongue and attempted to get the whole luscious mound into his mouth.
Stella undid her zipper, took his hand and directed it down to her warm, wet and hungry pussy. His finger searched and found the opening. He massaged it gently, feeling the wetness of her slit lubricate his finger. He took his wet finger out, still moist, placed it between both their lips and watched each other's tongues, lick it and then kiss the sweetness off each other's lips.
His cock was now full and pounding against her arm, while her hand still squeezed his balls.
Clint sat up, placed his hands inside her half-undone jeans and slid them off. He quickly dropped his own pants, revealing a stiff and hungry cock that was pointing at Stella. She grabbed his dick and moved her body closer to his.
"I want to suck and lick you all over," he groaned, kneeling with his knees on the floor and arranging her on the small couch in the corner of the office.
His mouth moved over her tits, kissing and tonguing, feeling her stomach rise with ecstasy as he worked his way down to the fuzzy soft hair around her cunt. His body came off the floor as he dived into her crotch, throwing his left leg over her head, surrounding both sides of her face with his knees.
He began to kiss and suck the insides of her thighs, taking large amounts of soft flesh into his mouth and between his teeth. He continued sucking and biting while she was holding on gently to his cock.
She hungrily pulled his hips closer to her face and took his cock into her warm mouth. She sucked the throbbing head, tonguing the slit on the top, and finally driving the entire shaft of meat deep, adjusting her throat muscles and gliding her lips along the pulsating flesh.
Her finger ran wild through the deep valley separating his ass cheeks. She tickled his crack, preparing to ram her finger into it. Her mouth gave up the cock, and she pulled his ass closer and felt his prick drop to her neck. She began to lick his ass, her entire mouth alive, as was his, licking and driving his tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy, slurping and drowning in the sweet juices. Clint's tongue went in and out, around and around, as her thighs wrapped around his neck for support.
Finally, his head came up, causing her to stop and anticipate the next move. His leg came over her face and he looked down at her, readjusting himself and preparing to go inside her. His cock was pounding and her slit was wide and wet, ready for the fuck.
He spread both her legs, leaning over her as she grabbed hold of his prick and aimed it. Her knees shot into the air. When the head of his cock had made contact, feeling the softness and her warmth, he began to ram, driving his rod through the opening. He felt her legs wrap around his waist and watched her face twist with lust. She began to scrape the back of his neck with her nails as his big cock slid against the walls of her cunt.
She watched his ass rise and fall with the inward and outward motions, often slamming with his entire weight against her. Slowly and gently he began a steady motion, fucking her. She eagerly awaited his cum and her orgasm. In and out, in and out he fucked, driving his prick against her cervix, feeling her juices and smelling her pussy. With a frantic surge, his motions increased, jerking and pushing his cock with greater thrusts.
Both their bodies jerked and twisted, anticipating the end, holding tighter to one another as their passion reached an unbearable peak.
Then Stella felt Clint's balls explode. Cum shot out of his aching sac and blasted into her hungry pussy. She reached her own climax at the same time, flooding his cock and balls with her steaming juice.
Clint's body collapsed, drained and spent, while she continued to hold him tight, refusing to release the cock inside her. They continued to fuck, slowly and gently, until their breathing returned to normal.
"Oh, Jesus, that was good," she moaned.
Clint lifted himself free and rolled onto the floor, trying to regain some portion of his strength. They looked at each other, Clint running his fingers through her hair, causing her to smile, feeling relaxed and satisfied.
"Feeling a little better?" he asked.
Stella nodded, kissed him quickly, and sat up. "I guess I'd better go."
"I don't want you to go-ever," he said softly.
"And I don't want to, but I have to."
"Not if we're married."
Stella gasped. "Do you mean that? But you said we don't have the money!"
"We don't," Clint replied. "But there's a place where we can get it."
"Where?"
"That fur warehouse where you work."
"Clint ... you mean ... ?"
"Tomorrow at noon, come over to my place. You can meet my sister and we'll talk about it."
CHAPTER THREE
Trixie was a surprise to Stella. Though she was only a couple of years older than Stella, she looked hard and almost cruel. She was also very cold to Stella, almost as if she didn't like the attention Clint paid to her.
Clint fixed them drinks and got right down to business. Stella's eyes widened as he outlined the plan. He seemed to know all about the warehouse, the exact routine of the place. It quickly became obvious that Clint and Trixie had been planning this for some time.
Mr. Corrigan, Stella's boss, always stayed late on Friday evenings to tally the week's wholesale receipts and do the Monday payroll. On Fridays, the safe was bulging with cash, and the following week's shipment of furs would be in the cold locker, ready to go.
"Now there's only the night watchman and Corrigan there on Friday nights," Clint explained. "Trixie will take care of the watchman, while you handle Corrigan, Stella."
"Handle?" Stella said. "What do you mean?"
"Fuck 'em, honey." That was Trixie talking. "They get their dicks pumping in our cunts, and they'll never hear ol' Clint robbin' 'em blind."
"FUCK?" Stella shrieked. "Clint, you mean you want me to fuck another man?"
"Well, Jesus!" Trixie laughed. "Will you listen to the prude!"
"Shut up, Trix!" Clint hissed. He turned to Stella. "It'll only be this once, honey, and then we can be together for good."
"No! God, no, Clint!" she cried. "I couldn't!"
Clint's face reddened. "Why the hell not? Jesus, my sister's gonna hump the watchman, for chrissakes!"
Stella ran from the apartment, crying. She burst through the door and ran straight into her father, who gave her a tongue lashing for staying out so late. He screamed at her that if she was going to live under his roof she would abide by his rules. And the next time she stayed out late he'd take his belt to her, even if she thought she was too old to get whipped.
The next afternoon, Stella called Clint and told him she would do it. It was set up for the following Friday night.
* * *
Stella sat at her desk, nervously watching the clock crawl around to seven o'clock. All day she had dawdled over her work so she would have to stay late to get it done.
She was jittery about the robbery, but even more jittery about fucking Mr. Corrigan. She knew she would have no trouble seducing him-he'd been trying to get into her pants ever since she had started to work for him. But still, now that she loved Clint so much, the idea of sucking or fucking any man but him turned her off.
Corrigan wasn't ugly. As a matter of fact, he was quite handsome, and according to some of the other girls in the office, quite a stud. But Stella loved Clint, loved him in a way that she never thought she could love a man.
Then it was time. She tidied her desk and entered his office. His head tilted up from his desk and Stella could see the naked lust in his eyes that was always there when they were alone.
"I'll be going now, Mr. Corrigan."
He smiled, stood, and moved around the desk toward her. "It's after office hours, Stella. Why don't you call me Phil?"
"All right ... Phil," she nodded, sure that her heart was pounding so hard that it was making her tits jump.
"And have a little drink with me. We've both been working hard all day."
"Why, that would be nice, Mister ... Phil."
"Good, good!"
He pulled a bar out from the wall and set about mixing the drinks as Stella perched nervously on the couch. Between the slit in the side of her skirt and the way her hem hiked up above her knee, she was giving him a good shot of her thigh, clear to the white band of her panties covering her pussy.
From the red in Corrigan's cheeks and the start of a bulge in the front of his pants, Stella was pretty sure he hadn't missed it.
"Here you are."
"Thank you."
Stella leaned far forward to accept the drink. She had unbuttoned the top buttons on her blouse. As her tits sagged forward they threatened to spill out of her blouse-and her low-cut bra as well.
Phil Corrigan shot a look down the valley between her huge tits and almost came in his pants. Instead of sitting down, he stood so he could get a closer view of those beautiful breasts each time she moved.
He licked his lips and jammed a hand deep into his pants pocket, to lightly finger his throbbing prick which leapt at the touch. I want this cunt, his horny mind blazed. More and more I want Stella's sweet pink slit!
They made small talk, and slowly Corrigan got the conversation around to sex. Stella found herself getting hot under his lustful eyes. Maybe, she thought, this would be all right after all. She found that if she pushed Clint completely out of her mind, she could actually look forward to Phil Corrigan's prick.
He fixed them another drink, and she stood to straighten her clothes. She rubbed the palms of her hands over her blouse and skirt, cupping the hugeness of her firm tits and squeezing them tightly.
Corrigan saw every move. His hand shook so hard when he handed her the drink, that the ice rattled in the glass.
"You know, Stella, you're a very, very appealing woman."
"Why, thank you, Phil. I didn't think you ever noticed!"
Like hell, she thought. She saw the bulge in his pants was about to burst the material. She realized something else-she was liking his hot, lustful gaze on her body. It almost seemed as though his look were touching, caressing her.
There was a long pause as they eyed one another. She felt her stomach begin to churn as the beginnings of moisture seeped from her pussy lips. A light flush began to burn at her big, soft titties and then work upwards, over her shoulders and up her neck to her face. Her nipples became rigid and pushed against the cloth of her bra, making her tingle with excitement.
I can do it, she thought to herself.
Without warning, Corrigan took her in his arms. His lips were soft and his tongue was insistent as it searched her mouth. The rigid length of his dick rubbed her belly, and Stella rubbed back.
She stifled a moan of torment and tried to clear her excited brain. The image of his long, hard cock pervaded her mind. As he stood there, she had the mental picture of the way he would look naked, his feet wide and his thick cock sticking straight out, jutting from his balls and thick, hairy fur.
Then she looked again at his crotch and saw the huge bulge of his hard-on inside his trousers. She smiled.
"You want me, don't you?"
"I, uh ... I ... "
"You want me. You're waiting to see me naked." She smiled enticingly, warming to her task. "You want me to get undressed, to slip out of my clothes and parade around naked."
Corrigan grinned. "Yes, I do. Go ahead, Stella. Let me see you take off your blouse and skirt. You're not wearing a slip, are you?"
"No, just bra and panties."
Passion was building in her blood. She caught herself breathing hard, and her throat constricted. He wants to see me! She undid the first button of her blouse, and then the next.
She groaned with her arousal and undid the rest of the buttons. The blouse was completely free. She shrugged her slender shoulders and her blouse fell off, dropping from her arms.
Corrigan gasped and the front of his pants tented as his prick became fully erect. Stella saw the bulge, and another soft mewl escaped her lips.
God, she did want to fuck him!
Clint would be in the warehouse by now, and Trixie would be sucking the watchman's dick.
Stella snaked the zipper of her skirt down and stepped out of it. She stood, her clothes puddled around her feet, in nothing but her bra and panties. She moved her hands across her naked belly, reveling in the gaze of her boss, loving his feasting stare, wanting to take still more off, but at the same time, berating herself for her wickedness.
Corrigan stepped nearer. His hands reached out and his touch sent waves of sex-maddening tingles through her. Her skin seemed to have a life of its own, to ripple beneath his fingers as they stroked and played with her body. She relaxed in his grip, crushing herself to his chest until she thought she would burst from her now fully aroused passion.
"Oh, Phil," she sighed. "This is wrong. We must stop here, before ..."
"Hush, my sweet," he murmured into her ear. "Relax and enjoy ... enjoy ... enjoy ..." His words were hypnotic.
She had him and she knew it, but he was having a tremendous effect on her, too.
She brought her arms around him and stroked the nape of his neck warmly, and then kissed him. It was a sultry, open-mouthed kiss, and their tongues coiled and slipped around one another and felt along their teeth and cheeks with abandon.
"I want you ... I want you," he whispered softly. "Now ... now ..."
"Yes, yes!" Stella replied, lost in frantic desire.
His hard prick was pressing against her belly, straining to be free. She could feel its knobby length through his trousers and it took all her strength to resist placing her trembling hand there and fondling it. Her mind whirled with the anticipation of them fucking on the floor-naked and hot, his prick driving into her pussy, pumping up and down, in and out.
He didn't even bother to unfasten her bra. He just pulled the cups up until the giant globes were bobbing, naked and free.
"Jesus, what a set of tits!"
He shoved one breast upward with his palm and feverishly mouthed her nipple. He fastened his lips first to one, then to the other, before rubbing the super-sensitive points against his eyelids, his cheeks, his ears. He squeezed, grinning and licking them as they sprang and bounced before his eyes.
Stella began to moan and shudder. No one, not even Clint, had carried on so passionately over her tits. As if that wasn't enough to turn her on, she felt his hand between her legs-outside her panties-gently stroking her pussy.
"Oh, Stella, your body is so beautiful ... and your pussy is so hot!" He took her wrist and drew her hand down to his crotch, making sure she got a good feel of his throbbing, hard cock, which was now straining to get out of his fly. "You get over on the couch while I lock the door!"
"What about your wife?" Stella found herself saying for no reason.
"Fuck my wife," he growled, taking her wrist and pulling her toward the couch.
"My panties?"
"Take 'em off!" he told her as he let go of her wrist and went to the door and locked it.
He was different now that he knew he was going to get it-gruff and curt. It made her lock her arms over her tits as he walked back and stared at her.
He grabbed both her arms and pulled them away from her body so he could see her naked tits and the wisps of cunt hair that crept out the sides of her panties. He pushed her down onto the couch, where she sprawled on her back before him. He started to open the front of his trousers.
"Okay, kid, flop over!"
Stella looked up at him in astonishment as he whipped out his prick. It wasn't the most beautiful cock that she had ever seen, and while it was not nearly as large as Clint's, it did compare favorably in size with others she'd fucked.
"C'mon, c'mon, turn over on your belly!" he ordered. "We haven't got all night!"
She kept staring up at him, wide-eyed. "You ... you mean, you're going to do it ... back there?"
"You've never been ass-fucked?"
She shook her head.
He grinned. "Turn over!"
Stella's heart gave a little jump. Ever since she first felt a prick between the cheeks of her ass, she had wondered what it would be like. Now she was going to find out. At the same time, she couldn't help but feel some fear as she watched him walk quickly to the desk, take a small tube of something from one of the drawers and then return to the couch, his cock bobbing up and down with each step he took.
She was still on her back when he got back to the couch. The fact that she offered him no assistance didn't seem to bother him. He got out of his clothes in nothing flat. He grabbed her hips and turned her over, face-down on the couch. Next, he pulled off her panties and stared down at the firm mounds of her ass cheeks.
Stella looked straight ahead at the blank wall, holding her breath as she felt his hands feel her ass cheeks, then spread them apart and finger her rear hole, making her thighs jump. She had never realized how sensitive she was back there.
"What ... what are you doing?" she asked fearfully.
"Greasing your hole, sweetheart."
"Do you ... do you always like it this way?"
"Shit, yeah. You don't think I'm gonna fuck any old cunt, catch something, and give it to my wife, do you?"
She hated him, the prick! She wished he wanted a blow job so she could bite his cock off!
She felt the head of his dick at her asshole. Then he was pushing, spreading her with his cockhead.
"OOOWWWWW!" she hissed at the rippling entry, squirming in pain and panic, trying to get away.
"Lie still!" he ordered as he held her down by pressing into the small of her back with his free hand.
"Oh, no, please ... I can't stand it!" she gasped, barely able to get her breath through the exquisite pain from her butt hole. "It hurts!"
"Your pussy hurt the first time you were screwed, didn't it? But you forgot the pain in a big hurry ... same as you'll forget how much this hurts!"
In a sort of haze now, feeling as if her entire ass were on fire, Stella suddenly felt him lowering his full bulk to her back and his fat cock gliding into the well-oiled hole of her ass.
"OH, NO ... NO!" she shrieked feverishly. She was willing to do anything but this, now that she had had a sampling of how much it was going to hurt, "Fuck me in front! Do me any way you want! I-I'll even suck you off! But not back there. I can't stand hurt. I can't!"
"It's only gonna hurt for a few seconds, sweetheart," he murmured. "Then you're going to love it. I haven't met a woman yet who didn't. Some of 'em even like it better than in the cunt!"
Stella's eyes bulged in terror, and she flinched as she felt his prick digging into her asshole. He worked his way forward on her perspiring back, pushing against the flesh that acted like a barrier to keep him out.
"OOOHHH ... MY GOD!"
She was on the verge of hysteria as she felt the throbbing head at the end of his cock thrust its way into her aching rectum. By the knife-like pain that lanced through her, she thought surely he had split her in two.
Corrigan grunted loudly as he lunged forward with his hips, forcing his cock into her resisting hole in two-inch advances. By the sounds he was making, the pressure of her asshole on the lust-bloated head of his prick was driving him wild with pleasure.
With short, quick prods he drove his cock deeper and deeper between her pulsating ass cheeks.
Stella banged her fists on the cushions of the couch as the flaming dick forced its way into her sensitive rear channel. She had yelled so long and so loud that she seemed to have no voice left. Oh God, it hurts so much! her brain screeched over and over again.
And then suddenly, he stopped. She raised her head to look at him over her shoulder, hoping that he was done. But he hadn't pulled out of her. She could still feel her asshole stuffed to capacity with his hard, throbbing dick. He hadn't come, either. She would have known if he had.
The pain had subsided and was now replaced with a strange sensation, leaving her mind and her body in a state of confusion. She wanted him to stop and get off her, but at the same time, now that the aching had faded, she was curious to know what the ultimate sensation would be like. Would she liked it? Would she come? Would it be nearly as wonderful as being fucked in her cunt?
Without her fully realizing, he was moving against her again, sliding his slippery cock in and out of her loosened rear hole. She could feel his meat massaging the innermost areas of her virgin ass in a steady rhythm. She felt the movement of her buttocks under the weight of his body with each jab he made into her ass.
A spark seemed to suddenly ignite in her cunt. Was she just imagining, or was her body actually starting to respond?
She began to hump along with him, thrusting her fevered buttocks back against his rock-hard belly with each thrust he made into her. The pain she had felt was lost now in a gradually increasing rapture and delight, as he pumped harder into her ass. Stella could feel his sweat dripping down onto her flesh as they both worked harder, faster, hurrying toward the climax that they both wanted.
She was going to come. She could sense it, feel it. Her clit hadn't even been touched, yet her cunt was as wet as her asshole. And she was building rapidly toward an orgasm. Incredible! Once more-not entirely aware of what she was doing, moving strictly by instinct-she reached down beneath her thrusting hips and grasped hold of his huge, dangling, cum-filled balls. She brought them forward and held them tightly against her steaming cunt, trying to work them between the lips.
Corrigan's movements quickened, and Stella knew that he was there. His body pounded against her as he lunged in and out of her asshole. She could hear herself squealing and moaning in combined pain and pleasure as his bludgeoning cock pummelled her guts.
Then his body began to jerk as a jet of hot cum burst from his cock and spurted into her bowels.
"Aaaahhhhh!" he groaned into her ear as he hammered his load into her in great, pulsing globs.
The thick, milky cum soothed the burning walls of her asshole. For a moment, she was stretched out stiffly, her buttocks grinding back against his hairy pelvis, her asshole grasping his still deeply embedded prick.
She was almost there-close, close, oh, so close. She was building, driving to a come with a hard dick up her asshole!
And then all hell broke loose. Sirens and gongs and alarms went off all over the building.
"WHAT THE FUCK?"
Corrigan yanked his cock from her ass with a popping sound and ran to the window. One look told him what was going on.
"Phil ... Phil!" Stella wailed. "Fuck me some more! PLEASE FUCK ME SOME MORE!"
"They're robbin' the joint! A bunch of assholes are robbin' the joint!"
He dived for his clothes.
Too soon, Stella thought, it's too soon. She crawled off the couch and grabbed him. "More, more fucking, Phil!"
He faced her. It must have shown in her eyes.
"You're in on it!" he gasped and backhanded her across the face.
Stella fell across the desk, and he started climbing into his pants. I must stop him, she thought, must hold him up a little longer!
Her hands found a heavy paper weight on the desk. She hurtled forward and brought it down on the back of his head. He dropped like a rock.
Stella swept her clothes from the floor and ran from the office. The bells and alarms rang in her ears, making her dizzy. At the end of the hall, she found the night watchman sprawled across the floor. There was blood on the back of his head.
She ran on out into the warehouse, calling Clint's name. The loading dock was empty. The van was gone.
Then it hit her.
Clint and Trixie had left without her.
The pitch of the sirens changed. She jumped off the loading dock and ran for the front gates. She was halfway there when she was bathed in blue lights.
And she was still stark naked.
CHAPTER FOUR
Stella waited two months in county jail for her trial to come up. During that time, she was gang-raped twice. She complained to two guards, who informed her that there was a way she could be transferred into a tighter security section.
Stella quickly found out the way. She blew both the guards and soon found herself in a cell with two older women who left her alone.
She pleaded guilty at her trial and threw herself on the mercy of the Court. She also named her accomplices as Clint Usherwood and his sister Trixie.
It almost came as no surprise to Stella to find out that Clint's real name was Brady, and Trixie was not his sister-but his wife. She had really been fucked, in more ways than one.
Right then and there, Stella vowed that somewhere, some day she would find the two of them.
The Court sentenced her to three years in the state prison for women.
Two days later she checked out of county in the early morning. At three that afternoon she had been de-loused, re-clothed, fed, and was marching down the block toward her new cell assignment in her new home.
The door swung open, clanged shut, and Stella was eyed suspiciously by the inmates already inside. She stared back at them with curiosity and fear.
Her time in county, however, had given her the knowledge of how to handle the situation. "I'm Stella Moran. Where?"
One of the women, a hard-eyed blonde, pointed to an upper bunk close to the window. Stella put her things away and turned back to the blonde. She was obviously the cell boss.
"Which?"
The blonde pointed to one of the chairs lining the walls. Stella moved to the chair, sat down, and folded her arms.
The big blonde fumbled beneath the blanket on her bunk, extracted something, and turned to face Stella. As she crossed the cell, Stella could see that it was a gigantic dildo, at least fourteen inches long and as thick as a large man's wrist.
"I'm Harris, pussy," the blonde said. "How do you like it best, while you eat the rest of the girls? In your cunt or your ass?"
"I don't like it at all," Stella hissed between thin lips.
"You will," the blonde laughed. "Lift your skirt and take down your pants ... if you got any on!"
When she was three feet away, Stella rolled off her seat, grabbed the chair by the back, and swung. The chair hit the blonde squarely on the head and shoulders. She fell groaning to the floor. Stella hit her again. She kept hitting her until the chair shattered.
Stella faced the other girls with a sharp remnant of the chair in each hand. "Touch me, just one of you, and I'll ream out your cunt with these until the lips could grip an elephant's dick!"
They backed off.
That night, Stella went to bed fully dressed with the piece of chair at her side. About an hour after lights out, a head appeared above her bunk. Stella raised the club but the voice stopped her.
"Wait. I want to be your friend."
"Who are you?"
"Sissy Jordan. I like you. I want to thank you for what you did to Harris. It made me feel good."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. When I came into this cell, she rammed that thing so far up my ass I bled for a month. I finally had to have surgery so I could sit down again."
"Okay," Stella whispered. "We'll stick together."
"Swell. Goodnight!" Sissy leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on Stella's lips before her head disappeared.
The following morning they marched Stella down to personnel. She filled out the forms and answered the verbal questions. She was pretty sure, since she had some education and some experience, that she would get an easy job.
She was wrong.
She ended up sweating her ass off in the laundry. It wasn't long before Sissy let her in on the reason. Harris, the big blonde, had contacts in personnel. She had arranged for Stella to get the shittiest job in the prison.
And that wasn't all. Harris had friends in the laundry. One day, when Stella would be least expecting it, she would find herself in one of the vats of boiling water.
"Who can override personnel?" she asked Sissy.
"Only the warden," Sissy replied.
That night, Stella went to the head guard, Mrs. Miller. "I'd like to see the warden."
Mrs. Miller was a loner ... hard, tough and pragmatic. She was also a bull dyke who couldn't get enough young pussy. She was a huge woman, with a cunt to match. Very early in life she had learned that no man's cock could ever satisfy her. She turned to women, and found a job where she could get a lot of them.
"Moran, isn't it? Stella Moran?"
"Yes, ma'am," Stella replied, barely flicking an eye as the other woman measured her hips and tits with her gaze.
"What's it about?"
"I'd rather not say, Mrs. Miller."
"I have to have a reason to send you up there."
"It's a request," Stella said, "but personal."
"Denied."
"It's important, Mrs. Miller!"
"How important, Mrs. Miller!"
"Important enough to do the kitchen duty in your apartment tonight," Stella replied.
Every girl in the joint knew what happened after kitchen duty in Mrs. Miller's apartment.
"I'll have you brought up at nine."
* * *
There was no meal to cook and no dishes to wash. Mrs. Miller had been eyeing Stella's beautiful figure since the day the girl had arrived. She didn't want to waste a single minute eating food-not when she could eat pussy.
"Take off your things, honey."
Stella felt embarrassed as she took off her dress, then her under slip, so that she was down to bra and panties. She was a little taken aback at the intense way this woman was gazing at her belly and at the junction of her creamy thighs where the tight panties clung to her cunt mound. Through the transparent front, the dark triangle of her pussy could be seen.
"Don't be shy, honey," the woman said. "Take off the rest of your things."
She watched the girl reach up her back to get at the clip of the bra. The bra fluttered free. The eyes of the woman gleamed in evil anticipation at the sight of those two delectable soft white globes which were now lolling free. What a delight this little number was going to be! Those big, well-developed tits with the dusky shadows around the firm nipples ...oh, those firm nipples ... waiting to be chewed and devoured by a mouth that could appreciate them! A mouth that Mrs. Miller was slowly drawing her tongue across as she watched the pretty girl undressing.
"You have beautiful tits, honey," she muttered as she stood close to Stella, "beautifully firm."
She lifted her palms and raised the underneath part of the soft globes. Stella shivered at the way her tits were being lifted.
You can do it, Stella told herself. You can take anything this cunt has to offer! However, she did wish she would have taken Sissy up on her offer to swing with her first, to get an idea how it was supposed to go. Besides, Stella would much rather have been broken into woman to woman sex with a friend, instead of Mrs. Miller!
But she was here now, and she would go through with it.
"Open that drawer, there!" the woman ordered.
Stella crossed the room to a table and pulled out the drawer. Mrs. Miller smiled as she saw the expression of puzzlement cross the girl's face. She moved across and stood close beside her, an arm sliding around the slender waist. Stella was still staring down at the contents of the drawer. It contained a braided leather dog-whip, a dozen or so leather thongs, and right in the center of this assortment lay what was taking the girl's main attention, a black rubber dick with a leather harness attached.
"I'm not into this shit!" Stella cried, and turned to face the woman. As she turned, Mrs. Miller got her mouth over the girl's and gave her a hot, torrid kiss.
In a frenzied moment of sexuality, Stella put her arms around the woman's waist and returned the heat of the kiss. Mrs. Miller placed her hands so that she could feel the soft mounds of the young girl's ass through the panties as she held her close.
"You are a lovely girl, Stella," she murmured softly, "a lovely girl." She arched her belly to Stella's cunt and slowly pressed and rotated.
Stella could hardly believe it, but the cunt was turning her on!
The woman ground her belly harder into the girl's. "Does that make you feel good, Stella? Do you like me doing this to you?"
Stella was responding by swiveling her cunt and rubbing herself against the ample flesh of the older woman. No words were needed to tell Mrs. Miller that she had a hot and willing number.
Stella felt her bra being undone by the woman's agile fingers. Now as she was hugged close to the woman's body, she felt hot hands feeling all around her thighs, her panties, her ass cheeks. . She was moaning by the time Mrs. Miller got her fingers to the waistband of her panties.
Then her panties were gone and Miller was un-draping her own huge body. Stella's eyes popped when the dress came off. The woman was huge, all right, but all in the right places. Left was a matching bra and panty set of jet black satin. The bra was cut very low and the panties fitted her tightly. She also wore a narrow black nylon garter belt, the tabs of which drew taut the sheer nylons which encased the well-proportioned but very well fleshed thighs.
She dropped to her knees on the leather couch and lowered her face to caress and kiss the nakedness of Stella's palpitating belly and thighs. When she had the young girl writhing and sobbing with lust, her passion aroused to the extreme, she rolled over on her back and yanked her panties off to reveal a fur triangle that was at least a foot wide. The raw red lips of her cunt were huge and already swollen with lust.
"Eat me, Moran!" she hissed. "Eat my cunt!"
Stella lifted the bra from her huge tits and dropped her head to suck. The woman's powerful hands tangled in her hair and pushed her head down.
"Oh, no, not there!" Her legs shot straight up, her toes wiggling at the ceiling. "There! OH, my God, yes, YESSSSS!"
Now Stella was so hot that nothing could have turned her off, not even the size of Mrs. Miller's cunt, which looked like it could swallow her whole head.
She released all the pent-up emotions she had concerning the act, once she smelled the musky aroma, felt the tender flesh quiver under her tongue. It was velvety and warm, flexing as if it had a life of its own. The soft lips actually closed over her tongue, squeezing it, as she probed deep into the cave-like pussy.
Mrs. Miller's reactions spurred her on, giving her fierce satisfaction. The bigger body was putty in her hands, responding like a good horse to the reins, picking up speed as she explored the depths of her huge hot pussy.
Stella found the more sensitive spots, delving in them until the woman reached her peak. Then she stopped, teasing the begging body with fiendish delight, making animal noises come from the sensuous lips as she tantalized Miller's body to the breaking point.
"Don't quit! Don't! Oh, you're mean!" Hips jerked, and hands raked tits attached to the same body.
Stella acted like a little kitten lapping up milk.
"Go on! More! MORE!"
Stella blew gently into the gaping opening. It flexed at even this slight touch.
"Stella! Stella! Do something! Oh, don't stop!"
Mrs. Miller was begging now, sending chills down the firm body of the girl. Stella caressed her own pussy as she gazed into the one in front of her. Hers was wet, but not as wet as the one she was looking at. She diddled herself as she watched Miller's outer folds change from pink to deep maroon.
She knew the older woman was almost there, past experience telling her that the change of color meant only one thing. She waited until the last second, then attacked her worm-like clitoris with all her might, forming a suction around it and vacuuming it out of its tight enclosure, stretching it beyond any length it had yet experienced.
Mrs. Miller went crazy as the roots of her clit were roughed up by Stella's tongue. She bounced so hard, Stella had to hold her down. She had never seen anyone react this way, and the tremendous satisfaction she derived from holding the woman in orgasm so long made her reach one herself.
The two female bodies twisted and turned, bent and straightened, contorted into impossible positions as they submitted to giant orgasms. When their tossing and turning twisted them into a position in which Stella's furry cunt was within reach of Miller's gasping mouth, the mouth of the older woman latched onto it like a leech. Dual satisfaction was received then, and the wailing stopped. Only blubbering noises could be heard as Stella tried to surpass Mrs. Miller in spewing cum cream.
Asses bounced. Long hair flew as heads were shaken in an effort to get better grips on cunts that were flooding. Arms clenched thighs, holding them steady as the two women devoured their targets.
When it was over, Miller was on top, her thighs almost smothering the younger girl. She raised some of her weight and let go of Stella's pulsing pussy, allowing herself one more unrestrained shot of fluid, then rolled off the exhausted girl. She felt she would faint as she gulped air into her tortured lungs. Her head spun around and around, then settled itself as she forced herself to admit that Stella had outlasted her.
But she wasn't done. She had one more thrill to extract from this beautiful girl's hot pussy before she returned her to a cell.
She stood and moved across the room to the open drawer. She quickly took out the black rubber dildo. Strapping the harness around her thighs and belly, she went back to the couch, making Stella turn over on her belly and then raise herself up onto her knees and forearms.
Mrs. Miller knelt close behind the girl, gripping her hips. "Lift up your ass a little more, honey ... come on now ..."
Stella's sweetly moist gaping cunt was visible between the trembling white thighs. Stella was obeying her in a sort of mindless dream, fascinated by the rubber prick, overwhelmed by its size and the implications of what was happening to her.
Momentarily lost now was the hardness she had accumulated in county, and then during her stay so far in the state prison. Her body was a cauldron of lust, and she had one thought on her mind-satisfy it!
Excitedly, Miller adjusted herself closer to the swell of the young girl's ass cheeks. Then with a little fumbling, a little maneuvering, that fat head of the rubber prick disappeared into Stella's cunt.
From the mouth of the girl came a wail of indescribable delight.
"OOOHHAA ... OOOYEEESSSSS!"
Slowly lowering her full weight to the top of Stella's white back, Miller allowed the phony male dick to gouge fully into the young cunt. Her hands reached around and under the slim body to find and molest her hanging tits. While she toyed and pulled at the tits, she worked her hips to give the excitedly aroused girl the first imitation fucking she had ever received.
In a way that only a woman can do it to another woman, Miller brought Stella to an orgasm. And as she did so, the girl opened her mouth and began to urge her on to more and more thrills.
"Oh, that's wonderful! I LOVE IT! Aaaahahhhh, it's sending chills right up my spine, and my belly, and my tits! Ohhh, Miller, it's even better than a real one! Ohhhhh, oh, please fuck me some more with it, HARDER! Shove it into me! Please! OOOOHHHHHHH!"
Never had Stella known such fulfillment, and she was hysterical and almost fainting by the fifth violent climax that the relentless black rubber prick gave her.
Mrs. Miller carefully withdrew the rubber hunk from the slightly bloodied cunt, and after unstrapping it, she took the sobbing young girl in her arms and loved and talked to her as if she were a child.
Gradually the sobbing stopped. Stella was beginning to come around. She put her hands out to find the discarded dildo, and with almost loving care she fondled the wet, slimy prick. Mrs. Miller took it from her, and with a sly smile, she began to again strap it to her waist.
"You want it again, honey, don't you?" she murmured as she pushed the girl down onto her back, and this time mounted her from the front in the normal male-female position.
"Yes, yes," Stella groaned. "Fuck me like a man. Ohhh, goddam, fuck my brains out!"
Stella's arms and legs hugged the older woman. Their mouths met and fused in a long, passionate kiss. Their tits squashed and rubbed hard against each other and added to the intense pleasure each was feeling.
Miller's fingers probed the slit of Stella's ass. Stella felt her insert one in her asshole. It was a wild feeling, and when the stabbing finger had edged into her hole and was worming up her rectum, she suddenly felt a wonderful thrill that shook her whole body and made her thrust into Miller's heavy body. This excited the older woman, too, and they writhed and struggled against each other, the older body exerting all its strength against the younger.
Three times more Stella came, before she was so exhausted that she fainted, a victim of too much rubber-prick fucking and finger-fucking in her ass! The ecstasy was so overwhelming that she lost consciousness in a sea of pleasure which drowned her completely for almost a half-hour.
When she revived, there was Mrs. Miller standing over her with a glass of brandy and a sly grin on her face. The dildo was lying on the chair, well creamed with their mutual cunt juice and smelling from the comes of the two women. Miller picked it up and put it to Stella's nose. She sniffed their combined wetness and smiled up at her lesbian seducer.
And then Stella had to giggle. There was a question as to just who had seduced who!
"I'm sorry, honey, but I'll have to send you back to your cell, now."
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Stella said, the hardness returning to her voice and eyes.
Mrs. Miller nodded. Without a word, she went to the phone and dialed. Though she couldn't hear, Stella could see the woman mumbling into the mouthpiece.
A minute later, she returned.
"Warden Haley will see you at nine o'clock in the morning."
CHAPTER FIVE
Warden Brad Haley was fifty years old, a former athlete and proud of the fact that he had kept his body young and virile through the years.
Now he was perched up on the edge of his desk, alternately looking through the file and at the young woman it belonged to.
"I usually don't mess in this kind of affair, Miss Moran. What qualifications do you have for the office pool?" He looked openly at her lush body. "Can you type?"
"No," Stella replied, letting her skirt slip a little higher on her thigh as she crossed her legs.
"Can you take dictation? Shorthand?" He looked again at her. Stella's legs were uncrossed now and they had fallen open.
She could feel a blossoming arousal stealing through her body the way it always did at moments like this, when the eventual was at hand. Strangely, she had been aware from the moment she had entered the office.
There was no doubt in her mind that he was going to fuck her. Too many times in the past, she had seen the expression on a man's face, the look in his eyes-to say nothing of the lump in his trousers-not to recognize it now. Not that she had any particular objections. Because even though he hadn't laid so much as a hand on her yet, he had heated her more than enough to make her want him.
He was much better looking than she would have assumed. And the rubber dick that had been used on her the night before had really only primed her pussy for the real thing.
"Well, look, Miss Moran ... Stella ... the office pool is not only the best job here, it's also very demanding. Just what can you do?"
Stella stood and moved until the hard points of her tits were almost touching his chest. "Warden, I'm the best fuck in this damn joint."
She saw his hand slip under the desk and press a button that automatically closed the drapes on the huge picture window behind him, reducing the office to a dim half-light.
"More dramatic," he said with a tight smile. "Much more romantic ... less institutional."
He took hold of her hips and brought her closer. Then he lifted the bottom of her skirt high enough so that he could hook his fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties.
"I think we'd better get these off, don't you?" he whispered, and with quick, sure tugs pulled her panties down far enough so she could step out of them.
He glanced at her cunt fur and dropped his gaze to the bulge in his trousers. "I like a woman who knows her mind," he smiled.
"I like men with big cocks. I think we're going to get along just fine, warden."
He stood in front of her and gently pushed her to the floor with his hands on her shoulders. Then he unbuckled his belt.
Stella knelt, waiting, as he dropped his pants to the floor. Her eyes widened and a gasp bubbled from her lips.
He was naked from the waist down.
He stepped out of the fallen pants, wearing nothing but his shoes and socks. He grinned at her, a little saliva forming around his parted lips, and placed his hands on his hips. Stella stared first at his mouth with its smile, and then at his curly pubic hair and his big stiff prick. His cock jutted out, waving slightly from desire. His massive sac of nuts hung below, swinging below his open legs with the weight of his loaded balls.
She couldn't keep her gaze from his magnificent cock. It was bigger and better than she had ever had.
Right then, she knew that getting ahead in the prison system might just be fun, after all!
He tensed his muscles and his cock jumped. The smooth purple head oozed sticky white fluid, and the hard shaft throbbed passionately. The pubic hair surrounding it glistened wetly in the dim light.
"I like sex, Stella. Lots of sex. And until I was sure that you would cooperate, I couldn't help you. I hope you understand."
"I'm sure you'll find me very cooperative at all times, Warden Haley."
He smiled, and then put his right hand on his cock, stroking it lightly. His skin pulled back as his hand moved down the shaft to the base, and the full and massive purple head sprung into view. Again the little eye winked, and more cum dribbled out.
"I'm almost ready to come right now, Stella, you've got me so excited."
"What a waste that would be!" Stella sighed.
"Touch me!" he rasped, and she did. She reached out her trembling fingers that curled around his hardened dick, replacing his hands. "Oh, baby, yeah, that's it ... that's it!"
She stroked his cock, the firm yet soft feel of his throbbing length adding new thrill and passion to her mind.
"Aaahhh, yes ... yes!"
His mouth contorted with lustful delight and he rotated his groin against her stroking fingers. Her hand was so good, so perfect as she stroked his dick. He was going to come, going to come soon. He didn't want to-not now-not when he was so close to fucking this beautiful little pussy! He looked down at her face and saw it contort with lust. He could tell the torment she was going through. She'd been without a hard cock for a long time. What a fuck she'd make! he thought.
He pulled her to her feet and tugged a chair in behind himself.
"Spread your legs a little!" he croaked.
She did and her cunt dripped from the open lips. Saliva began to bubble in her mouth, and she licked her dry lips.
She groaned at the first probing touch on her naked pussy. She began to respond by wriggling and squirming her hips. He continued to explore with his fingers, putting one and then two into her warm, moist, fur-lined pussy, pulling and pushing as though his fingers were his prick.
His dick was bobbing wildly in front of his hairy groin. She wanted to suck it. She wanted to take his beautiful dick into her mouth. But that would have to wait. Because his hands were back on her hips, her skirt held up above her waist. He brought her forward to straddle his thighs. She stood there a moment, her naked, dripping pussy poised just above the head of his straining cock. Then, with her legs spread wide apart at each side of him, she felt him slowly bringing her down to meet him.
"You're going to be a good fuck, honey, a real good fuck!" he moaned, moving back to sit more comfortably in the chair.
"You know it!" she groaned, as the wet flesh of her pussy came in contact with the blazing head of his cock.
He took his hands from her hips then and began to unbutton the front of her blouse as she slowly lowered herself to his lap. She could feel the burning heat of his prick as it slid between the walls of her cunt, deeper and deeper, until his full length was wedged in her belly and her cunt fur rested against the wire-haired base of his cock.
She waited only until her blouse was open and he could get at her tits with his lips and hands. Then she began fucking up and down on him. She started slowly, then increased her tempo. Quickly her passion grew and she felt her first orgasm fluttering in her belly. She pumped faster and faster, pausing only long enough to enjoy the full impact of her climax when it raged through her body. Then she was back to work on him, her body alive with lust.
"You keep pounding my dick like that, honey, and I'm gonna come!" he gasped.
"Do it!" Stella hissed back. "Shoot it off if you want to! I'll suck it off and get it up again!"
He wrapped his arms around her waist and stood, his dick still deeply embedded in her hot hole.
"No," he gasped. "I want to eat you a little before I fuck your pussy up with my cum!"
"Oh, shit, lover," Stella whined as he laid her on the desk. "That's all right with me!"
His dick came out of her tight cunt with a pop, and his head went between her thighs.
"You have a beautiful pussy, Stella," he whispered, kneeling in front of her open cunt.
The tight confinement of her bra made her reach behind her, unsnap it, and shrug out of both the bra and her blouse. Now she could breathe more easily, but it didn't make the air in her lungs any cooler. She felt as if she were breathing liquid fire.
She wanted to take her time and savor every bit of it. "I can come a lot," she said.
"So can I, honey," he gasped, sniffing the musk from her gaping lower lips, "when the time comes."
Stella arched her back and lifted her pussy toward his face. Her soft, slightly rounded belly gleamed with perspiration. His eyes caught the small drops trickling along the insides of her thighs, following the lush curves of her flesh.
He straightened, then fell to his knees on the floor in front of her swaying body. His eager tongue traced moist patterns over her flesh. The salty taste of sweat and the delicious scent of her pussy enticed him. He wrapped his arms around her wide hips as his mouth sought the hot slit behind the cunt hair tickling his nose.
Stella felt his hot, slick tongue thrust through her jungle of pelvic hair. He found the leaking lips of her cunt. Licking his way along, he was barely able to touch her sensitive clit.
He used his right hand to squeeze her ass cheeks before using his fingers to part them and find her asshole. Meanwhile, his left hand soothed its way up until it came to her right tit. There his palm cupped the round globe, pressing hard against the nipple.
Stella tangled her hands in his hair, forcing his head forward while she thrust her cunt up in a frantic gyration. She matched the driving plunge of his slurping tongue, as it rubbed her clitoris. The muscles of her ass wriggled in furious lust as her long-awaited climax built.
"Oh, oh, oh, God!" she cried. "Don't stop now! For God's sake, don't stop! Oh, oh, OHHHHHHH!"
Like an atom bomb, she exploded. She felt weak as she began spasming. Her come rocketed from her fiery cunt, splashing his face with her burning juice. Again and again, waves of ecstasy flowed along her firm thighs and her entire body trembled violently.
"Suck, lover!" she yelled. "Suck it good! Keep on lapping it! SUCK, SUCK, SUCK!"
Little by little, the magnificent feeling began to fade and she began the long, hard climb back to reality. As if in slow motion, her lovely white body folded and settled to the desk. She lay gasping, feeling warm, limp, and one helluva lot better.
"God, that was good! You're a fantastic cunt-sucker!" she panted. "Want to fuck me now?"
"Yes," Haley replied, "unless you want to taste it first. I'm about ready to blow!"
Stella rolled her head to the side of the desk where he stood. His dick was throbbing. She knew he was on the verge. "Let me suck it!" she whispered hoarsely. "Christ, let me suck that beautiful hunk of meat!"
Already tight, his balls tugged even harder when her open mouth surrounded his dick. She ran her tongue back and forth over the wrinkled flesh, and the feel of her warm wetness drove him over the edge.
"I'm going to come, honey! Now! I'm gonna SHOOT!"
"Not yet," Stella begged. "Oh, please, not yet!"
"I'll get it up again," he promised. "But don't stop now!"
She knew there was no way of stopping him. If she stopped, his come would be bad, and he would blame her. Then he wouldn't give her what her hot hole so badly needed. She had to make it good for him so he would make it good for her!
She enclosed the fiery dick with her mouth, surrounding it with her soft lips. And as she bobbed her head, causing friction on the flesh of his fat cock, her fingers played lightly upon him, tickling his swollen sac of balls.
Haley felt her nails lightly scrape his sensitive flesh, bringing him to the peak. Sucking in his breath, he unleashed a load of thick, steaming cum. It exploded from the depths of his body into her hungering mouth.
Stella felt the flowing jism spurt into her waiting throat. She swallowed desperately, realizing he was gushing out much more than she could take. So much was erupting into her mouth, she couldn't get it down her throat quickly enough. It seeped out the sides of her mouth and dripped down to her chin. Even so, she continued desperately sucking him.
As the spasms of juice began subsiding, she squeezed his cock in a consistent rhythm. Half insane with the need for coming, she did her utmost to sap the throbbing prick of every possible drop of tasty cum.
Haley didn't move. His eyes were closed. He was finally exhaling the breath he had drawn in just before erupting. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, and he knew it was matched by the beating in his aching cock. It was limp now, and Stella was wallowing in his cum.
The drops which had seeped from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and along her neck, were being rubbed into her body by her trembling hands. She covered her tits with the warm juice, inhaling deeply, thrilling to the feel of the hot stuff on her skin. His prick began to pulse with new life from the sight.
Then she opened her eyes and looked at him. She pulled him around the desk until he was again between her thighs, his hot dick bouncing on her fur.
"Now, lover ... hurry! Shove your wonderful meat to me before it gets soft!"
Stella lay on her back, her arms at her sides, still breathing heavily. Her round, full tits heaved and bobbed with every breath she took. The full, rich mound of her sopping cunt moved as she breathed.
Haley sank onto the floor beside the desk, blowing cool air gently on her pussy. He could tell his actions were having an effect on her, as her tits quivered slightly.
"Shove it in, lover, shove it in!"
But Haley wasn't one to be hurried. For long moments his hand continued lightly teasing her flesh, tracing aimless patterns under her cunt, on her thighs, on her ass cheeks. Finally, he rested the palm of his hand flat against her twin mounds of ass flesh. He slowly ran his middle finger into her crack, pressing the tip against the skin of her anus.
Stella gave a little cry and jumped, tightening her ass for an instant, imprisoning the tip of his finger. Then she relaxed and let herself enjoy the way it was pressing slowly into her.
It was obvious she loved it. She raised her legs higher, allowing Haley easier access, and then, with his finger still in, rolled over onto her stomach and got up on her knees, making it even easier.
Haley twisted his finger in a little deeper, feeling her tight ring crush it as he writhed it deeper and deeper. He wiggled it sensuously, relentlessly, touching the sensitive nerves within.
Stella began moving her buttocks in a wide, circular motion. He responded with a steady, rotating movement of his fucking finger.
"Goddam, if you want my ass, do it! Fuck me! Fill one of my holes!"
She balanced her weight on her palms, letting her full, round tits dangle freely. They caught his eye, and he reached out with his free hand and caught one in his palm. He hefted the swelling fullness as if weighing a melon and testing it for ripeness. Then he caught the spike of a nipple between his fingers and squeezed. And all the time the finger buried in her ass pushed in deeper and deeper.
"Goddammit, FUCK ME!" Stella screeched.
Abruptly, he yanked his finger out, let go of her tit, and positioned himself behind her. He framed her ass with his hands, then plunged his dripping tongue into its tight recesses. He lapped fiercely like a thirsting animal.
Stella, in a frenzy, reached back and parted her ass cheeks wider. Thrill followed thrill as Haley's working tongue made its way deeper and deeper into her tight asshole. Now his hands began stroking the insides of her thighs and her excitement became even greater. His cock jumped and stirred. He wallowed in the ass-sucking, loving every bit of it.
Curving an arm around her leg, he groped for her hot cunt. As his fingers touched the burning center of her pussy, he felt her shudder. Pulling his head up, he brought his dick up against the back of her ass, positioning his pulsating cock against her rear hole. As it pressed itself into the entrance, Stella screamed.
"YES! JAM IT INTO ME, LOVER! FUCK ME RIGHT IN THE ASSSSS!"
The knob of his dick inched forward, parting the resisting muscles of her asshole, forcing its way through the fleshy entrance-just the head at first, plunging in, seeking the crushing tightness of her ass ring.
Then he reached out, grabbing her shoulders, and savagely rammed his entire flaming cock all the way into her tight rectum. Stella howled in ecstatic pain as the sizzling prick completely filled her bowels.
"Jesus Christ!" she yelled. "FUCK ME! Oh, Christ, fuck my ass good! FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUCK!"
Straining for more and more of his hard dick up her ass, she reached behind her with both hands. Each one grabbed an ass cheek and pulled. She separated the round globes as far apart as possible. Her head was turned, trying to look back and watch what he was doing to make her feel so good. But all she could see was the side of his working ass.
The warden's furious fucking gained greater speed. He was pummeling his belly against her twin butt mounds in a frenzy of insane fucking.
His swollen cockhead felt as if it was enlarging to the size of a grapefruit in the tightness of her asshole. He could feel his climax mounting.
This cunt was one helluva lay. Haley was more than happy she had come to his office. Before she left, he'd make it clear to her that he'd be available in the future. Hell, she was worth another go-around!
He was now reaming her asshole, ball-deep. Stella oohed and ahhed. She obviously loved the sounds of fucking, the slurping suction of her ass as she took his cock, the smacking sound of their bodies coming together in sexual joy.
Tiny groans of passionate pleasure erupted from both of them as he leaned back, drawing his thick cock out of her passage until only the knob remained embedded.
"My God, I don't believe it!" she cried. "You're giving me a come right through my asshole!"
He yanked her back. His eager hands sought the pillows of her tits. They quivered to the tempo of his grinding cock deep in her body. He clutched them and fondled them.
"Play with the nipples!" Stella demanded. "Fuck! Ohhhh, fuck harder ... POUND MY ASS!" She rolled her hips harder, vibrating her pelvis as she locked him even tighter in the grip of her asshole.
He groaned, the sound rattling deep in his chest and vibrating from his raspy throat. His only desire was to come, perhaps for the rest of his life, with his cock in her ass.
But her hunger was greater. She clamped her ass around the rod of his prick and made her hole its second skin. In seconds it seemed to him that her butt was moving in a dozen different directions all at the same time.
"Move it!" Stella shouted. "DAMMIT, MOVE IT!"
He fucked her with hard, straight strokes, going deeper each time, his cock feeling as though it would come out her throat with each succeeding thrust.
Stella started to scream something at him again, but the sound stopped in her throat. Her body went rigid and her face twisted as her lips pulled back from her teeth.
Haley almost stopped, but she urged him on, her hips banging against him at an even more furious pace.
He cried out and his cock began pumping, shooting off spurts of hot cum into her clutching hole.
She, too, felt the searing, wonderful, hot sensation of orgasm rippling through her body.
"Take me, you bitch," Haley growled.
"I am ... oh, God, I am! And I love it!"
Thin, searing streams of white, hot, sticky sperm flooded from his punching dick, lodging in her twitching asshole. It was his second come of the day, and he didn't have as much juice left in him as he'd had earlier. Had he been shooting into her cunt, he'd hardly have made much of a puddle. But in her tight, thin asshole, he was able to fire enough to fill the entire channel.
Stella felt yet another orgasm build, and then her body was wracked with sensational spasms of the overpowering come. Her ass cheeks tightened, contracting and milking every white drop of jism from his thick prick, sucking every ounce of burning juice from the fleshy cock.
Like all good things, their mutual orgasms finally ended. Haley eased his prick out of her juicy ass and rolled over onto the floor, too exhausted to move. She simply lay there, gasping for breath. Jesus, he had been the greatest lay she'd ever had!
"I hope you need another favor sometime," Haley panted. "I'd like a return match!"
"Next time," she smiled, "the favor will be all mine!"
The warden turned to her and smiled. "You're in the office steno pool. I'll get someone to train you."
"Thanks," Stella said, rolling off the hard desk and pulling on her panties. "Can you also move me and another girl-her name is Sissy-to a new cell?"
"I think it can be arranged."
"And ... just one more small thing," she grinned, idly playing with his limp dick.
"What?"
"The next time, can we use a bed?"
CHAPTER SIX
Stella and Sissy were transferred into another cell. There were only two other occupants, and with Stella's connection with the warden, she managed to keep it that way.
The other two girls were already lovers, so it became only natural that Sissy and Stella became lovers. Eventually, the two couples swapped off. And before long, all four of the girls were sucking each other and fucking with dildoes when the need arose.
They made for a happy family this way, and Stella even cut the other three girls in on her action with the warden.
Norma Blanton was a tall redhead with a wild, big-titted, sexy body and an appetite for sex that matched Stella's. Janice Peel was a smaller girl, but she also had a pair of outsized tits. Her big asset was an innocent, cupie-doll face and a mane of golden hair that she loved to smear with cunt juice while she was sucking pussy.
As the girls got to know each other and became lovers, they began to reveal their past lives.
Stella told her story first, and the reactions from the other girls were immediate and identical.
"That prick!" Norma hissed. "You know what I would do to that asshole Clint if I ever found him?"
"What?" Stella asked.
"I'd kill the shit," the redhead said calmly. "I'd stab the prick to death, just like I did my old man when he fucked me up."
This got the other girls excited. Norma launched into her story.
She had been a prostitute-not a street walker but a high class call girl-with a luxurious apartment and a good client list. She also had one up on her sisters in the business. Norma loved it. There was nothing she liked better in the world than fucking. For this reason she had a good business, with a lot of repeat customers.
"I don't think I could ever be a prostitute," Stella said. "I'm too choosy, and I wouldn't know how to go about it!"
"Listen," Norma replied. "I'm choosy too, and it's easy. When you get in the sack, you go to it with a john just like you do your old man. Naturally you go down on them, and if they act like they want to be sucked all the way off, you blow them and swallow it, making sure they know you did. Seems like it drives a man wild to know you gulped him!
"I always prided myself on making a man come more times than he ever had any idea he could. I don't know how many guys have said to me when they were leaving, 'Honey, I never shot that much juice in my life before, even when I was a kid!' "
"Well, Norma, if you were doing so well, what happened?" Sissy asked.
"What always happens," Norma smiled. "I met a fucking man that I couldn't do without. His name was Kenny, and, God, how I loved his cock! I thought he loved me, too, even when he became little more than a pimp and showed up just when he felt like it to fuck me."
"But what happened?" Sissy persisted.
"It was a lousy night. I'd worked a convention and my pussy was sore as hell. Shit, I must have fucked twenty guys, and two or three of them at the same time! I got home about eight, and ..."
* * *
Norma cuddled up in an easy chair and had a drink, hoping Kenny would show up soon. Despite the fact that she had been fucking guys and sucking dicks on and off for the past few hours, she was very much in the mood for Kenny's huge cock to fill her cunt.
Feeling sexy, she reached down to her pussy to poke her fingers inside and tickle her clit. Only then did she realize that the lips of her cunt were sensitive and sore. Apparently from the endless rounds of constant fucking.
It was then that Norma realized how rough it would be on her cunt to take Kenny's big cock that night. Suddenly, she was hoping he wouldn't show up. She wondered if cocks could get as tender and sore from over fucking as cunts could. She made a mental note to ask Kenny that question. If any guy had ever had the opportunity to over fuck, he certainly had-with the tomcat habits he possessed!
She was almost afraid of what would happen if Kenny did come charging in, looking for a fast piece of ass. Much as she longed for him, she knew she wasn't up to pleasing him in bed that night-not as sore as her cunt was. And if there was anything Kenny hated, it was being rejected when he wanted to fuck!
She was really in love with Kenny, and would have been thrilled if he came by to snuggle next to her and sleep. But sex? The very thought of his giant prick jabbing her sore pussy made the lips of her cunt hurt all the more.
After gently dabbing some cold cream over and around her pussy, Norma decided to go to bed and forget any late rendezvous with her maybe-he'll-come, maybe-he-won't boy friend.
No sooner had she climbed into the cool sheets than she heard his key in the door.
"Is that you, honey?" she called softly.
He came into the room, turned on the light and glared at her angrily. "Who else were you expecting?" he demanded.
Norma sat up in bed. She didn't like the tone of his voice. He had shown up in rotten moods before, but this time he seemed to be even more upset than ever.
She rolled out of bed and threw her arms around his neck. "Let's don't argue, honey. You know how I love you!"
She kissed him full on the lips. Then she pushed her tongue between his lips and explored the inside of his mouth. His anger drained, and he began to return the kiss by plunging his long tongue down her throat. He brought his large hands up inside her robe and felt the fullness and softness of her tits.
A surge of joy shot through Norma's body as his hands roamed freely over her tits and he shoved her short nightie up to her neck. Then he sent the spread palms down in the rear to feel the cushiony softness of her ass. The rising bulge of his aroused dick was beginning to press into her cunt.
Only then did she remember. Her sore pussy!
Much as she desired some fucking with him, she knew she'd never be able to stand the agony. Kenny was a brutal, physical-type of lover, and as thrilling as that could be, she was certain that if he tried plunging his huge prick into her pussy while it was still so tender, she'd hate every minute of it because of the sheer agony he'd be inflicting on her.
She pulled away from his grasp. "How about me getting you something to eat, lover?"
"Eat? You must be crazy! I wanna fuck!"
"Later, baby. Later. After we cool down a bit." Norma was really hoping he'd lie down and be so tired that he'd just drop off to sleep.
"You don't cool down to fuck!" Kenny hissed at her in a husky voice that indicated his passion. "You fuck while you're hot, and I am hot to go right now!" He unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, thick, hard prick.
"Honey, I-I can't. Honest. I've been fucking all day and half the evening. My pussy is so sore, I can hardly touch it!"
"Fuck you," he hissed. "When I say I wanna fuck ... I wanna fuck! Now get on that goddamned bed, bitch!" He ripped the robe and nightie off her body with one swoop of his hand.
Norma was terrified. "No, no, Kenny, please! Don't do it! I can't stand the pain. Oh, please, don't do it!"
Kenny threw her roughly on the bed and quickly tore all his own clothes off. He stood by the bed menacingly, with his hard-on throbbingly erect and ready to fuck her to the full extent of its long length and extra-thick girth!
Choking on her sobs, Norma begged, "Please, Kenny! Let me blow you! I'll suck you off, baby! You always like that. Oh, please!" She began caressing his dick with her fingers in the hope that he would settle for a fast blow-job to relieve his aching balls.
He smiled his evil best.
"You'd like that, wouldn't ya, you little cunt! Well, if I'm the number-one man in your life then I don't settle for any second best. When I want to fuck, I fuck! If you could put out all day for your fucking customers, then you had better be prepared to put out for me! Now spread those goddamned legs of yours because I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to use that pussy for another month! Not even to piss with! Now spread, bitch! Spread!"
Norma kept her legs tightly together, hoping that by some miracle he would have a sudden change of heart.
Her continued resistance not only made him madder, it made him hornier by the minute. He hadn't enjoyed himself so much since he and his teenage buddies used to go out and gang bang unsuspecting girls.
"Baby, I'm gonna fuck you shitless."
Pinning her shoulders to the bed and prying her legs apart, Kenny piled on top of her and forced the blunt knob of his big cock into her aching pussy. He immediately began to shove the huge prick all the way into her unreceptive hole.
"But you take most of the money I make, honey!" she wailed.
"So what? Blow 'em instead of fuckin' 'em, then. When I want your hole, I want it. Now FUCK BACK!"
He lunged ball-deep into her, jarring the bone of her pelvis with his.
Norma screamed at the searing pain of his lustful lunges. Kenny clamped one hand over her mouth tightly to shut her up. His ass pounded relentlessly as he forced and shoved and plowed until every throbbingly stiff inch of his gigantic prick was wedged into her cunt.
He pumped and fucked steadily with harsh, sledge-hammer strokes, in order to make each and every jab of his prick more and more painful. Norma's body twitched and thrashed under his body, not in passion or desire, but in agony. She wanted to die.
Though she didn't mean it to, her thrashing quickly brought the man to a rousing, earth-shuddering climax as his balls emptied their creamy juice into her cunt.
Then he was done and pulling out of her bloody cunt. He stood by the bed leering down at her. Norma closed her eyes and concentrated on quieting the screaming pain in her pussy.
"I changed my mind, cunt," Kenny hissed. "Get your ass cleaned up, after I shower. I'm gonna go out and line up a half-dozen more tricks for you yet tonight."
Then she was screaming. He was pissing all over her body. When his bladder was dry, he gave her another crack across the face and walked into the bathroom.
Norma lay there, sobbing quietly. She was hating his guts more than she'd ever hated anyone. She knew she could never forgive him for what he'd just done to her. If he had done it simply because of passion, she could understand.
But no. He had fucked her with nothing but hate. Pure, unadulterated hate! Each plunge of his prick into her cunt had really been the plunge of a blade into her heart.
She could hear the water running in the shower stall and Kenny's voice as he started singing. He sounded in a jovial mood, as if pleased with himself. Her tears stopped as her hatred for him boiled over.
"Hey, cunt!" he called over the sound of the shower. "Bring me my clothes, bitch!"
Like a zombie, Norma crawled off the bed and picked up his pants. There was a thud. She looked down. On the floor she saw the ugly switchblade that Kenny always carried. He called it his equalizer.
She picked it up, sprung the catch, and watched the long, deadly blade slide from its sheath.
She dropped his pants and padded into the bathroom. She could see his image, his form through the shower curtain.
"Hey, you fuckin' whore, where's my pants!"
She threw the shower curtain aside.
"Here, Kenny ... honey."
He turned. Norma plunged the knife, hilt deep, into his gut just as he had plunged his dick ball-deep in her sore pussy. Then she was fucking his belly with the knife, plunging again and again.
Suddenly they were both dripping with blood-his blood. Finally, he slumped to his knees.
He died cursing her.
* * *
"They gave me five to ten for manslaughter," Norma said. "It was worth it."
"The prick!" little Janice said. "But I couldn't have done the same thing. But sometimes, I wish I had!"
"What are you in for, Janice?" Stella asked, still shaken by Norma's story. "It can't be prostitution."
"No," Janice replied. "I guess you'd call it hot pants, though. I never could get enough fucking, and I ended up peddling dope to get more."
"Jesus, I don't get that," Sissy said.
Janice's little pixie face broke into a wild grin and a sardonic laugh erupted from her throat. "It all started with my family when I was real young. Shit, I was just a baby. I had a brother, four years older than me, and from the time I was a little kid he was finger-fucking me. My mother was a drunk, stinko most of the time, and we had a stepfather who took whatever care of us was taken.
"I guess I was about ten years old when my brother went beyond the finger-fucking stage. I didn't mind. It felt good when he prodded around in me. I used to jack him off. He never got enough of it ... I used to pump him out at least once a day, often twice.
"Then one day he wanted more. Instead of just lifting my skirt and taking off my panties, so he could play with my slit, he told me to take all my clothes off. He undressed too and his prick was sticking up like always. I started to play with it to make him come, but he stopped me. He wanted to do something different, he said. He was going to push it into my slit and come in there, like the big kids did.
"I told him to go ahead but if it hurt he'd have to stop. He agreed, and put the end of it against me. We were both standing up, and I spread my legs so he could get at me. We didn't even know you were supposed to lie down to fuck!
"Maybe that was a good thing, though, because he couldn't get it all in that way. He started to push it into me. The head of it slid in alright but when we got to the big shaft it hurt like hell! I told him to stop right there! He did, but he was so excited about having a real pussy for the first time that he didn't even have to pump it to come. He just stood and squirted.
"I could feel that, you better believe it! He blasted a squirt of hot juice into me. The end of his dick throbbed a long time after he came, and every twitch felt like he was splitting me wide open!
"About an hour later he asked me to let him do it again. He had his prick out and it was big and hard again. I told him it hurt too much, but he kept begging me and telling me it was the greatest thing he had ever felt.
"What the hell, his meat did feel pretty good to me, too, so I let him. This time I took the whole thing and it felt great. In no time we were fucking like crazy! I hadn't started having my period yet, so of course I couldn't get pregnant. We soon found out that it was better lying down, and I locked my little legs around his back and fucked him like a veteran!
"I enjoyed it fine after it stopped hurting, although it was at least a year before I had my first orgasm myself. When I had my first come, I went crazy! I guess I was about eleven. After that, I pestered him for fucking more than he did me! He got so he could ball me twice a day with no strain, once right after we got home from school and a second time about an hour later.
"We got to fucking so much and so often that we threw caution out the door. It was bound to happen. Our stepfather caught us. I was thirteen then, and had about the same huge jugs I got now.
"The old man raised hell and kicked my brother out of the room. Then he turned right around and started sucking on my tits, mumbling something about how great they were and how he didn't realize how big they had gotten.
"Before I realized what was happening, he had stood up, slipped out of his clothes, laid down on top of me and slipped his meat into me!
"God, how that hurt! I tried to take it like an old-timer, but his cock must have been twice the size of my brother's. His shaft went all the way up inside of me and I'll swear the knob forced its way into my womb! I know damn well that when he shot his stuff into my cunt it went clear into my belly!
"I loved it, and for the next two years I fucked both of them whenever they could get it up. I don't know which one of them got me pregnant, but when I told them about it, neither one of them would fuck me anymore.
"By that time, I was cock crazy. I couldn't live without a dick in me at least five times a day! So I ran away from home and met Dave. Dave was about thirty, and a real wheeler-deeler! He had a big, beautiful cock and a great big, expensive apartment to fuck in!
"He had two roommates, and I was soon fucking all three of them. I was in heaven! I had all the cock I could handle, and all I had to do was deliver these packages around town a couple of times a week.
"Dave paid for my abortion, and when I got well, he brought in a fourth roommate for me to fuck. It sounds crazy, but I just couldn't get enough cock!
"I soon found out that I was delivering dope. I wanted to quit. But Dave said, 'No deliveries, no cock and no nice apartment to live in!' I kept delivering and fucking. Eventually I got caught. I got sent up and those assholes went free!
"I still hate their asses, but, oh shit, do I ever miss their cocks!"
By the time Janice finished her story, she was lying back on her cot, wildly masturbating her pussy.
"Oh, God, what I wouldn't give for a man!" she whined. "If I could just feel one stiff prick up my slit I could die happy! If I could just feel a stud cream me inside, I wouldn't care what they did to me. When I get out I don't think I'll ever get caught up on my fucking. I'm gonna ball every man I meet that looks like he can get a hard-on!"
Sissy grabbed her vibrator out of her drawer and moved quickly over to Janice. "Would a quick job with the vibrator help, Janice? We still got time before dinner."
"Yeah, yeah!" Janice groaned. "Do me! Make my cunt come!"
Sissy shoved the vibrator up Janice's cunt and turned it on. The girl went wild. At the same time, Sissy pulled her skirt up and flipped around to settle her hot cunt over Janice's face.
Sounds of the cunt-fucking vibrator and Janice's cunt-sucking mouth filled the cell. Those sounds also filled Norma and Stella's cunts with desire.
In no time, they were naked in Stella's bunk, their faces glued to each other's pussies, wildly sucking each other off.
CHAPTER SEVEN
That night, a few minutes after lights out, Sissy whispered to Stella from the upper bunk. "Stel ... are you asleep?"
"No."
"Can I come down and talk? I'm not sleepy."
"Sure, why not," Stella replied. "I'm not sleepy either."
Sissy came down and stretched out beside her. It was a cool night, so Stella lifted the bed-covers and helped Sissy under them. The cot was narrow, but since they were both slim, they could be comfortable on it if they lay close together. Her warmth felt good beside Stella. Sissy put an arm around her and settled her head on Stella's shoulder.
"Stella, you never asked me why I was put in here."
"It's none of my business, honey," Stella replied, "unless you want to tell me."
"I do. I killed a girl. She was my lover. I came home from work one afternoon and found her in bed with a married couple. She was eating the wife while the husband doggie-fucked her."
"Jesus," Stella breathed. "What did you do?"
"I scratched his eyes out and kicked the wife in the cunt and tits until they both ran like hell. Then my girlfriend came after me with a knife, screaming that she was leaving me. She told me I was just a meal ticket anyway, and she much preferred eating cock to sucking my pussy!
"She took a swipe at me with the knife and cut one of my tits. I guess I went nuts. I brained her with a lamp and kept hitting her until they came in and found us."
Stella shrugged. "Well, we all do crazy things for love."
"You know," Sissy whispered, "I haven't felt like this since the last time I was with her. I used to love her, and when I lay with her I felt all warm and fluttery inside, just like I do now."
Stella was deeply moved. Sissy so needed love and affection that the first person who was kind to her not only became her friend but also aroused her sexually.
The warm softness of Sissy's body was having its effect on Stella as well. She moved a little and her hand came in contact with Sissy's bare flesh. The prison nightgowns were fairly short, and Sissy had worked up in the bed, exposing her thighs. Stella placed her hand against Sissy's cunt and discovered she was soaking wet. Her clitoris was sticking out of the top of her slit as if begging Stella to take her. Stella ran her fingertips over it, and Sissy's body began to tremble against hers.
Stella's blood began to run warm. Her nipples stood straight out on her tits and she could feel the flesh around them contract into goose pimples. The tenseness, the tightness in her cunt told her that she was sexually aroused by this girl. Stella wanted to feel Sissy's hands on her body. She wanted to feel her hands on Sissy.
Eagerly, they responded to each other. Stella lifted both her own nightgown and Sissy's higher, and rolled over on top of her. As Stella mounted her, Sissy spread her legs to take her. Lust for her lovely body inflamed Stella's clitoris, too. It stuck up out of her cunt. She pressed her clit against Sissy's, and Sissy clasped her legs around Stella tightly to hold her there and pull their clits even more firmly together. The hot, wet, united cunts made liquid sucking noises as the intensity of the sensations shut out the drab and sordid world around them.
"I'm coming!" Sissy whispered.
"Me, too!" Stella hissed. "Oh, God, me too! Hang on tight, baby! Rub! RUB!"
They exploded together. It was wild, wonderful, as if their whole bodies were concentrated on the tips of their fevered clits.
Exhausted, they fell apart but lay in each other's arms.
"God, that was good, baby," Stella said.
"Yeah," Sissy agreed. "Jeez, you turn me on!"
"Sissy?"
"Yeah?"
"Have you always wanted ... just other girls?"
Sissy giggled. "Oh, hell no! When I was a kid we lived next to a college campus. In fact, our house was right beside the practice field. By the time I was fourteen, I'd sucked every guy on the football team in our garage!"
"Right in your own garage?" Stella giggled. "Christ, it's a wonder your old man or old lady didn't catch you!"
"They never even suspected," Sissy replied proudly.
"They must've been out of their fucking minds. Even if they didn't know what was going on under their noses, I should think they would've been worried about you being so close to all those walking hard-ons next door! Most parents don't trust their precious daughters with one boy so close, let alone a whole football team!"
"To be honest," Sissy went on, "my folks did warn me a few times not to talk to any of the guys. But they thought I was completely ignorant about sex, so they trusted me. What they didn't know was that I had been into sex a year earlier with some boys in the neighborhood who were my own age. I was sucking dicks before I knew that they could shoot off into my mouth! The first two boys I blew didn't even come. But the third one was an older teenager, and when I blew him and he shot his wad into my throat, I choked and spit it all out. I was really scared and I thought I had done something wrong. He explained it to me and told me that I should swallow it. The next blow-job, I did swallow it. Shit, that really turned me on!"
"But you must have gone on to fuck?" Stella said.
"Oh, hell, yes. Lots. But the guys got worse and worse. Less satisfying. Then I met Lola ... an older woman who turned me on to pussy, and I just never went back to men ... at least for fun."
"Well, for the next few years," Stella sighed, "it looks like you and I have each other!"
* * *
Stella learned quickly. She became an accomplished stenographer in less than a year. She quickly decided that that wasn't enough. She learned bookkeeping, and from that got interested in tax. Another inmate, an ex-bank teller who was doing time for embezzlement, taught Stella how books could be manipulated.
One by one, the girls were released, but they kept in touch. Norma was the first to go. She migrated to a midwestern city and set up shop as a prostitute. Janice soon joined her.
Then it was Stella's turn. Sissy still had six months to go, but she agreed to join Stella as soon as she got out.
Stella joined her two old cellmates, and together the three of them went into business. They made good money, but not fast enough for Stella. Between the cost of pay-offs and the dearth of really big spenders, the profits were too low.
Stella suggested that they all get into some other line of work and just turn tricks on the side. That way, they could keep their clientele and keep the police off their backs.
Both Janice and Norma declined. They liked to fuck too much to quit, and they couldn't see giving it away. So Stella went along with them, and the girls continued to turn tricks.
Then one day, Stella saw Trixie's picture in the paper. She almost didn't recognize the woman. Her hair was changed. Her face had been lifted and, from the clothes she wore, she reeked of money.
She was Mrs. Clint Farley now, the wife of one of the city's leading, upright citizens.
Stella had to smile. So old Clint had gotten himself a stake and had gone straight. And, from the looks of things, he pretty well had it made.
She copied down the address of his office and went to see him.
"I'm sorry, Miss. Mr. Farley sees no one without an appointment."
The secretary was a cute little brunette, with high, jutting breasts and a nice ass. Stella wondered if Clint was banging her. Probably not. It wouldn't go with his new image of the upright businessman!
"He'll see me," Stella said, and handed the girl a candid shot of herself. "Here, show him this!"
Two minutes later Stella was sitting across the desk from an ashen-faced Clint Usherwood--alias Brady-alias Farley.
"What do you want?" he said, the crackle of fear obvious in his voice.
"Just my share, Clint. One third. I did time for it ... remember?"
Some color returned and he almost smiled. The look on his face said, Thank God, is that all?
"That was a long time ago, Stella. And, if I pay you, how can I be sure you'll keep your mouth shut?"
"By doing me a couple other little favors."
"I thought so." His face fell again.
Stella laughed. "Oh, don't worry, darling, nothing you can't handle. And even enjoy!"
She explained that she wanted the money to buy a huge old mansion on the outskirts of town. She told him about Janice and Norma, and her new way of making a living. Stella was sure Clint knew everybody in town that was anybody. He could steer clients her way. She and the girls could turn a nice profit, and everybody would be happy.
He took it ... hook, line and sinker. He not only agreed to everything but reverted to the old Clint. He wanted a sample of the merchandise.
"It's been a long time since I've had a hot piece of pussy like you, Stella," he said. "That fucking Trixie is a drag in the sack!"
"And it's been a long time since I've had a long, educated cock like yours, Clint," Stella said, almost meaning it. "How about the Merchant Hotel, in an hour? I keep a room there, 412."
"I'll be there with a hard-on ready!" he grinned.
I'll just bet you will, you cock-sucker! she thought as she left the office and headed for the elevator.
* * *
"Come in!"
Clint entered the room at the sound of her voice. His, "Oh, my God!" was drowned out by the slamming door behind him.
Stella was standing in the center of the room, stark naked, cupping her huge tits and pointing them at him.
He stared at the nude figure before him. Her body was without blemish-her smooth ass, her round voluptuous tits, her long slender legs were all perfect. He felt his prick harden inside his slacks. A thin wall of sweat covered his forehead. He had never seen such a beautiful body, such a fine featured face. He wanted to fuck her as he had never wanted to fuck anyone.
"Jesus, Stella, you are some kind of woman."
"No, Clint," she replied, "I'm a cunt. A hot pussy that's only good for fucking!"
She walked toward him and put her arms around his neck. She pushed her hips against his erect cock. She felt it move beneath his slacks and pushed against it harder. She put her lips to his and filled his mouth with her tongue. She searched his mouth with her tongue as her hips ground against his dick. He held her hips, planted his fingers in the soft flesh of her ass and ground his hungry meat against her.
Stella reached down and unzipped his trousers, letting them fall to the floor. She rubbed her pussy mound back and forth against the hard surface of his crotch. Her tongue flicked into his ear. He held her ass firmer now and thrust his longing dick against her warm mound. She pulled his jacket and shirt off as they ground together.
She turned him around, a prisoner locked by the slacks around his feet, and pushed him backward over the sofa. Then she ripped the binding shorts and slacks away. His erect prick stood straight up and throbbing.
Her cunt was hot and wet, and she knew she had to be fucked right away and save the fun for later. She climbed onto the sofa and mounted him. She held his cock in her hand and nuzzled its wet head against her hot pussy. She guided it into her open, juicy hole.
Clint groaned and thrust his hips forward, pushing his great cock high up into her. She lowered herself still farther down on it and then, without pausing, began to grind and push against him savagely.
The force of her humping took Clint's breath away. He watched her tits bobble as she used his meat. His eyes closed as she slipped her wet walls around his dick in a quick, circular motion. She pushed its silken tip over every part of her clinging, sensitive cunt. She rubbed his balls against her pussy.
Clint opened his eyes and reached forward to grasp her taut nipples between his fingers. He rubbed them and they stood out, jutting and proud, as he increased the pressure of his fingertips and started pinching. She cried out, clenched her teeth, and started bucking wildly, knocking the breath from him each time she bounced on him.
He could tell from the claspings of her inner walls that she was close to coming. He thrust now, faster and harder.
"Oh, baby," he groaned. "Oh, baby, your cunt is squeezing me! It's eating my prick! I'm gonna fuck you now. Really fuck you!" He thrust into her, savagely, relentlessly.
Stella screamed and fucked him back. His cock shot into her like a knife. She screamed again, and he surged forward into her, wild with the power of his massive cockhead. She held onto the back of the sofa and wriggled wildly on his pole. She was coming with each move.
"I'm big, baby, I'm big ... and I'm gonna fuck right through your sweet little pussy!"
He jammed his giant cock up into her tightening cuntflesh. Again and again he rammed, until his prick began its spasms and shot into her. His hot cum poured out of her hole, and she put her fingers on her clit and rubbed it with the hot juice. She sucked the coming prick into her oozing channel fiercely as she rubbed her throbbing clit, sucking and squeezing and milking the jerking meat until it had no more juice to give her.
"Jesus, you're an incredible fuck," Clint gasped, rubbing his spent prick against her cunt. "I-you-oh, Christ, you're a hot piece of ass!"
"The best you've ever had, baby," she hissed. She pushed herself against him furiously and kissed his lips.
As she pulled back from the kiss, she pushed him down, down, down. She pushed her cunt against his face and pried his mouth open violently with her fingers. Sputtering, he began to eat her. He didn't struggle but tried to eat her cunt as she hunched against his face.
"Eat it!" she spat at him. "Eat your cum out of my cunt and then I'll suck you up again!"
"Yeah, that's it ... talk dirty, baby, while I tickle your clit and bathe your hot pussy with my tongue!" he growled.
He plastered his face to the thick bush of her cunt hair and sent his long tongue into her to probe inside her wet, juicy pussy.
"Suck me off good!" Stella cried. "Use your tongue the same way you use that big stiff wonderful prick of yours! Shove it in! Suck me good and suck me hard until I cum all over your fucking face! SUCK MY COCK-HAPPY CUNT!"
Clint had his tongue buried in her cunt as far as he could shove it. Then he began shoveling it in and out like a cock while his big hands caressed her ass cheeks. Stella helped out by pumping her ass into his fucking face to match every stroke of his long, slithery tongue.
"Go ... GO!" she yelled. "Suck! Suck! SUCK! I want to grab those big balls and play with 'em all night! Then I'm gonna lick your ass all over! Keep sucking, you stiff-dicked motherfucker! Keep sucking my hot cunt!"
This wasn't the little Stella he remembered. This was a hot-blooded professional who could wear him down to nothing, and he knew it.
Stella literally threw her ass into convulsions as a series of multiple orgasms suddenly wracked her thrashing body. Despite the furious thrust of her jerky movements, Clint kept his mouth plastered to her cunt until she finally settled back. Only then did he release his face from the thick tuft of sticky-wet, matted pussy hairs.
He reached into his mouth to remove some of the curly hairs that had remained between his cunt-sticky lips. "I haven't had a hot hunk of pussy like that one in years," he grinned.
"We've got a deal then?" Stella asked.
"Are those other two cunts as good as you?"
"Every bit," Stella replied.
"Yeah, baby, then we got a deal. We got a hell of a deal!" Clint smiled.
"Then crawl up here and fuck my face!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Clint came through, just as Stella figured he would-first with the money, then with the clients. She got the old house fixed up. The girls got the reputation for really delivering for the dollar. That reputation spread, and the money really started rolling in.
Sissy got out of the slammer and came to stay with them, but Stella wouldn't let her join the group.
"Why not? I can do my share!" the girl insisted.
"No, baby," Stella said. "I got other plans for you!"
Through Clint's cute little brunette secretary, who was now working part time at the house, Stella got Sissy a job with his company as a bookkeeper-trainee. With proper identification, a name change, and a phony background, no one knew that Sissy had a prison record, nor that the girl was a friend of Stella's.
"But, Stella, honey," Sissy insisted, "I don't know nothin' about keepin' books."
"You will, baby. You just keep listening to little Stella!"
So Sissy went to work, and she learned. The house prospered and all the girls started accumulating multi-figured bank accounts.
It was inevitable that the local authorities would eventually step into the picture. The sheriff, Cyrus Cole, busted them all on a busy Saturday night.
Stella pleaded. "Jesus, Sheriff, you couldn't do this on a Monday or Tuesday, could you?"
"Not the first time, honey," Cyrus said. "The first time's a lesson!"
Stella didn't know what he meant exactly, so she and the girls spent the night in jail and paid the fines the next morning. That night, business was back to normal.
She found out just what Cyrus had in mind the following week. It was a slow Tuesday night when he and two deputies arrived.
"It's a bust, Stella, honey!" Cyrus smiled.
Stella opened the front of her robe and gave the sheriff a long, good, hard look at her fabulous body, with the heavy fur over her cunt gleaming and the jutting thrust of her tits practically in his face.
"Now, look, Sheriff, can't we talk this over?"
"We sure can, honey," Cyrus leered. "And why don't you have that little blonde and that big, tall redhead talk it over with my two deputies?"
Stella nodded. What else could she do? Besides, the sheriff wasn't bad looking, so what would a good fuck now and then cost her to get him off her back? She hadn't turned a trick all day, so she was in the mood!
She took Janice and Norma aside, told them what to do, and led the sheriff into the bedroom of her own, private wing of the house.
Cyrus sat on the Bed and pulled her down onto his lap. His fingers went right to the buttons on her robe. He wanted to get at those big tits.
"Hey, Christ, take it easy, Cyrus!
"Easy, bullshit! I want your cunt!"
And, by now, Stella wanted his cock, but she wasn't going to let him know just how much-not for a freebie!
He started to mumble against her throat all the things he wanted to do to her. Before he finished, she began to work at his clothes, too. His voice was becoming throaty as he played with her tits. Her ass was beginning to quiver in his lap.
He managed to grab a quick taste of one tit. His cock was beginning to stir uncomfortably, and he wanted to end their talk and get down to business.
"Easy, lover, easy!" Stella chided, but she was squirming a lot now.
He fondled her thigh and pushed his hand inside her robe to find her moist hair-rimmed pussy that waited for him. She squirmed to his touch and pulled his head down harder to her tit, one hand reaching between them to caress his prick, stifled under layers of clothing. He nursed at the achingly stiff bud of her nipple.
"Mmmm, beautiful, baby ... beautiful tits!" he groaned.
His zipper yielded to her skilled fingers, and she groped for and found his throbbing cock. While she toyed with the bulbous prickhead, prodding her nails painfully into the tiny hole at its tip, he delved into her snug warm channel, stroking the desire-thickened lips of her pussy and the swollen nub of her clit.
"Jesus, this is gonna be one good fuck!" he groaned, as he picked her up and dumped her on the bed. "I want a taste of that sweet pussy of yours, then I'm gonna ram you good and hard with my meat, baby!"
He ripped at the rest of his clothes, then fell heavily onto the bed, his face buried in the musky softness of her pussy.
Head to tail, they clutched at each other eagerly. Stella seized his cock with her mouth, and he grabbed her ass, pulling her over his face. He pried apart her swollen cuntlips and watched the pulsing movements of her pussy flesh, the throbbing twitches of her clitoris. It jumped when he touched it with his tongue, and she moaned when he engulfed it between his lips and sucked. His tongue probed into her, the elastic walls closing in around him and seeming to draw him in deeper. He licked the tiny droplets of her juices that soaked the walls of her fleshy pink channel. He sucked, he chewed, and everything he did served to increase their passion.
Stella gripped his dick with one hand, holding it like a lollipop. She licked at the flaring knob, and then took half his throbbing shaft into her face.
She sucked, and the pressures of her cheeks, the softly pulsing lining of her mouth massaging him, goaded him to the heights of pleasure. She glided down his length, letting the back of her tongue knead his head as it moved toward her throat. She cupped his balls, even as he was caressing her tits where they pressed sensuously against his belly, and took him in to the loving depths of her throat. They moaned and groaned together, and soon began thrashing toward their peak.
Then, all tenderness gone, Cyrus threw Stella to her back. "Gotta fuck! Damn, gotta fuck NOW!"
"Jesus," Stella groaned, struggling to change her position, "you're crude."
"Sure, I'm crude ... I'm hot for you and you are for me. I wanna fuck you!"
There was no shred of warmth or compassion in him. All he wanted was her body. He just wanted to fuck.
God, she thought, somewhere there must be a man who thought about something before and after the act! But, what the hell, it's all part of the business, even if I'm not getting paid for it. And my pussy is so hot!
Cyrus rolled her over until her cunt was directly above his prick, the lips dripping pussy juice onto his pubic hair.
"Shit, baby, don't tell me you don't want it. You're flowing cunt juice like a river!"
"Yeah," Stella hissed. "Yeah, you bastard, I want it!"
"Then take it, baby!" he grinned, his eyes glued to her seeping pussy.
She sat down on him, taking his big cock fully into her gaping cunt, clear to the hilt. A loud moan escaped from her lips as she tightened her cunt muscles around his prick.
He lunged up into her in rapid strokes, meeting her answering strokes as she slid up and down his glistening rod.
"Oh, shit!" she sighed, closing her eyes and clasping him tightly, their bodies fused into a passionate bundle of pure fucking. "Shit, shit, give it to me, you prick!"
Then she erupted into a frenzy of motion, punctuating the rhythm of her fucking with her cries of lust and passion. "OHHH! Fuck me, fuck me with your big, hard cock!"
The horny sheriff's cock throbbed through a climax that sent his cum flooding into her in great, thick spurts. Wave after wave of delight swept over his body as his prick contracted again and again, spending his hot juice in her cunt.
But once wasn't enough, not now, not the way-he was turned on.
"You through?" Stella asked.
"I hope not."
"I'll make sure!"
She reached out to grasp his throbbing prick with both hands. With each throb of his cock, her eyes seemed to glow with a brighter passion.
"I'll wash it off!" He started to take a step toward the bathroom, but she stopped him. Her long-lashed heavy eyelids drooped and she lowered her head slowly toward the throbbing head of his erect prick.
Her lips brushed the tip of his cock. Then the ring of her red lips closed over the head, and with a gentle sucking sound she worked it around in her mouth.
In seconds, the sheriff's prick stood straight and stiff again, throbbing and oozing the juices of lust. It was ready for any action that came along.
Stella lowered herself to her knees between his legs and took the whole head of his prick, wetly into her mouth. The twin erections of her dark nipples poked heatedly at his surging thighs. Her tongue swirled around the head of his meat and then she lowered her long, slender neck completely and took the entire length of his prick deep into her throat.
"OH, MY GOD!" Cyrus gasped.
It was more than he could take. He jabbed twice and then flooded her throat with the second and last come he had in him.
Stella raised her head from his dick and smiled. "Satisfied?"
"You bet your ass. For a pro, you sure love your cock! I'll be back next Tuesday night!"
Stella's heart fell, but what could she do?
And then he dropped the real bombshell.
"And you just have Monday night's receipts ready and waiting for me."
* * *
The following Tuesday night, the sheriff was back. He got well-fucked, and he collected. Every Tuesday night, it was the same. He appeared at the door, one hand holding his cock and the other hand extended for payment. Then, two months after the arrangement had started, the ante went up. The judge and the chief of the city police had to have their share.
Stella fucked and paid.
During all this, Sissy was doing fine at Clint's company. Once a week, as per Stella's instructions, she copied all the firm's important papers and delivered them to Stella. Soon, Stella knew as much about Clint's business as he did.
Clint came around regularly for his piece of ass as well. Stella didn't mind. He was a good fuck, and he seemed to sincerely want to help her. He kept sending more and more wealthy customers her way. She didn't even mind it when he wanted one of the other girls along with her. This gave Stella a chance to eat a little pussy along with getting Clint's huge dick.
It was at the end of one of these three-way sessions with little Janice, that Stella told Clint about her problems with Cyrus.
They had had a particularly wild session that night, since Clint had been out of town for three weeks and hadn't visited the house.
Janice went after him the second they were naked.
"Damn, this is a real mouthful!" she gasped, slipping her parted lips luxuriously down over his cockhead.
His dick instantly grew hard, swelling and filling her mouth to the brim, so that his cockhead was making contact with both cheeks at the same time. She ran her mouth down, feeding the prick meat to herself, until nearly the whole length was buried in her mouth and the head was lodged in her throat. Then, slowly and with great relish, she drew her tightly pursed lips back up the towering length and raised her head.
She smacked her lips, savouring the flavor on her taste buds.
"How is it, baby?" Stella asked.
"Great!" Janice squealed. Then she dropped her head back down to Clint's lap, engulfed the giant dick once more between her lips, and began bobbing her head slowly up and down. She had a very pliable mouth and managed to duck down so far that her lips nestled in his pubic hair. Purring like a cat at a bowl of cream, she worked away on his meat with hunger and greed.
Clint dropped back, groaning and trembling, and his new position was too much for Stella to ignore. Straddling his head, she lowered her dripping pussy onto his face. He ran his tongue into her, and his mouth was instantly filled with cream.
Janice loved sucking cock, but found that her mouth was getting tired from working on the huge wad, while her pussy was being neglected. She raised up and lowered her slippery cunt down onto Clint's dick. Riding him like a bronco, hips lashing and ass bucking, she worked herself off on his sturdy, upright cock.
Stella came first. She screamed, poured the juice from her pussy all over Clint's face, and then rolled away. Janice kept riding his meat until she, too, writhed through a come.
Then it was Stella's turn again, and she wanted his meat bad. "Me, baby," she gasped. "Now me!"
"Roll over!" Clint rasped.
She rolled over onto her back and threw her legs high and wide into the air. Her eyes were glazed and her huge tits heaved and danced on her chest.
"Cunt, my cunt! Oh, God, fill my pussy with meat!"
His cock was trembling violently as he climbed on top of her. She looked at that long, pointed spear getting ready to plunge deep into her hole, and she spread her legs wider.
"Fuck me!" she begged, shivering with lust. "Fuck me good, Clint! My pussy is on fire!"
Clint went wild. This chick was as sex-hungry as ever. His whole body seemed to want to ram right into her and rip her apart. His dick was harder than ever. He pressed his throbbing cock slowly against her open pussy and started to plunge it into her, deeper and deeper, until her hot cunt surrounded his giant dick.
Her juices were squishing out of her hole. His balls were pressing up hard against her slit, and he was pumping his cock in and out of her oily cunt with a vengeance.
He buried his face in her tits and started to suck wildly on the throbbing nipples, making them harder than ever. The two of them started to rock back and forth as his meat smashed all the way into her womb. His whole body seemed to be entering her.
His big meat was tearing up her insides. Her hot pussy walls were soaked as her lubricating juices flowed like a river. He was slipping and sliding in and out of her pussy without any friction whatever. He had to really pound her hole hard to make his cock ready to explode.
His prick was burning now. His long spear was throbbing and jerking wildly, and the cum was boiling in his balls. He started to nuzzle his face against her big tits, reaching underneath her body so he could play with her asshole.
Stella was moaning with sheer delight as he made ready to come. Then he felt a hot, wet tongue on the cheeks of his ass and knew Janice had gotten back into the action. Then the girl's tongue entered his asshole and his meat went wild in Stella's pussy.
"Ohhhhh, GODDDD, YESSSS!" Stella shrieked as his hard cock ripped into her. "Ohhhh, yesss! Fuck me, FUCK ME! OHHHH!"
Her clit was driving her crazy. She couldn't control herself. Her entire body was on fire.
"I'M SHOOTING!" Clint cried as his prick released his hot, creamy cum. "OHHHH, SHIIIIT!"
Hot, thick waves of male juice slammed into her pussy, flooding her hole. She felt his cum cascading into her and she screamed again, rubbing her mouth against his, jamming her tongue into his face.
Their bodies were covered with juice. His thick jism had begun to drip all over her. Stella scooped up his cum with her fingers, and then put her hands to her mouth to lick off the hot jism.
Clint pulled his dick from her hole and flopped over on his back. Janice immediately dropped her mouth over his meat again to clear the delicious mixture of his cum and both girls' juices from his cock.
It was then that Stella told Clint how the town fathers were ripping her off. She explained how it had started with Cyrus, the sheriff, and then mushroomed until she was paying off three of them, and it was taking practically half her week's take to do it.
Clint scowled and pushed Janice off his prick. "Get me a drink, baby!"
Janice nodded, and left the room.
Clint thoughtfully lit a cigarette and turned to face Stella. "I think I might have a solution to your problem. There's a guy I know, up-state. He's a private detective, but very shady. For the right bucks, he'll do most anything."
"Anything? Like what?" Stella asked, not completely trusting Clint, but willing to take any help she could get.
"Well, he's a camera expert, for one thing," Clint continued. "Both movie and stills. He also has a fantastic set of electronic recording equipment. Now, you say that these guys come out every Tuesday night, right?"
"Yes," Stella nodded.
"Well, we'll get Jack-that's his name, Jack Curtis-to come down over the weekend and install his equipment. And then Tuesday night you can throw a real party for the boys!"
CHAPTER NINE
Tuesday night rolled around, and so did Cyrus and the others, right on schedule. The judge's name-he was also the mayor-was John Fuller, and the chief of police was Clyde Beetle.
As usual, Stella served them a buffet dinner in the lower rooms and then took them up to her part of the house for drinks.
She excused herself for a moment to check with Jack. When he assured her that everything was ready to go, she returned to the room.
In a loud voice, she went down the line, stopping at each man in turn and openly discussing the many times they had been out to the house to fuck and suck her and the girls. All three of the men loved the dirty way Stella talked about fucking them and, just as loudly, joined in the conversation.
Then she brought up the subject of the money she had been paying them for so long, to let her keep her operation going. The men, just as openly, agreed with her, even down to saying how much they had been paid.
When Stella was sure that she had enough on tape to incriminate them, she moved to the center of the room.
"Boys," she said, "always in the past we've gone to our own rooms for the evening's entertainment. Tonight, the girls and I would like to change things a little."
"Don't tell me you ain't gonna fuck us tonight, little darling'," Cyrus said. "I'm afraid I'd have to call my deputies if you did that!"
"Oh, no, Cyrus," Stella said. "Believe me, we're gonna fuck you all like you've never been fucked before. Only, tonight, we're gonna do it orgy-style-all of us right here in this room together!"
John, Cyrus and Clyde were overjoyed.
Stella laughed. "And to get things started, Janice and Norma are gonna put on a little show for you. But first, let's everybody have one more drink!"
As soon as the round was over, the two girls took off their clothes. Then, to get everybody in the proper mood, they got down onto the sea of pillows scattered about on the floor, and after a little preliminary kissing and petting, they got their heads between each other's thighs and wildly staring eating pussy.
The three men went bananas. Any of the three who didn't already have a hard-on got one quick as the girls' educated, lusty tongues darted out to titillate and probe each other's cunts. Without waiting too long, they rolled over on the pillows and shifted positions. They broke apart and each girl lay on her back, legs parted, their exposed pussies wet and open.
"Lunch is served!" one of the girls announced.
There was a moment of awkward, bashful holding back, as if each of the three men present was reluctant to go first. Who stripped off his clothes and started the proceedings, or in what order they followed, was not important. But as soon as the first man cast off his self-consciousness, it was no holds barred. They all had a go at it, sampling first the blonde, then the redhead, and vice versa, until they all had their fill of cunt-eating.
After that, there was no orderly fashion as to how things happened. Cocks were sucked. Cunts were plugged front and back.
And all of it was recorded on film.
While noises of fucking filled the room-wet sucking, slurping, grunting, sighing and giggling-as one fuck led to another. The floor and the pillows became a mess of booze, sweat and cum.
Stella stood off to one side of the goings-on, watching, enjoying the mad jumble of sexual maneuvers taking place before her until finally the whole thing got too much for her, and she had to have a piece of the action herself.
She stripped off her clothes and was about to dive into the melee, when Clint appeared.
"How's it going?" he asked.
"See for yourself ... fantastic! C'mon, get naked! Let's join in!"
He smiled. "Oh, no. No way, baby," Clint said. "Not in front of those cameras. I don't want you having anything like this on me!"
"Suit yourself," Stella said coolly.
"I will," he replied, leering. "I'll just join Jack in the other room and watch the show!"
Clint left and Stella chose Clyde from the writhing bodies on the floor. She'd fucked him before and knew he wasn't much more than a one-shot. So, considering he'd already dropped a big load into Norma's cunt, Stella knew he might be hard to get up again right away.
But Stella was a pro.
"C'mon, Clyde," she purred, pulling him from the pile. "Old Stella wants your cock!"
"Jeez, Stella," he groaned. "I think I gotta rest for a minute."
"Bullshit, Clyde," she laughed. "You let me worry about that!"
She began by slithering her naked body over him like a snake, massaging him with her big tits, smearing him with the juice from her inflamed pussy. She fed him her tits and then rubbed the drenched, open lips of her cunt over his face, lingering at his mouth long enough for him to sample her syrupy wetness.
Aroused to a pitch where she could do him full justice, she slid down to his cock. She jiggled his balls and ran her hands over his belly and tickled his ass, exciting him even more. Then she worked the foreskin back off the head of his dick and held it that way while she grazed the exposed head with her tongue until the strength of her sexual stimulation had him full size again, straining so hard that the veins in his cock stood out like cords.
She fitted her lips tightly over the head of his dick and let it slide as far back into her throat as it would go, sucking and licking until his body was gorged with pleasure. Then she pulled off him.
Eyes glazed, body drawn tight as a strung bow, he groaned in frustration. "Oh, no, Stella ... God, no! Don't stop now! Not now!"
Stella looked at him and smiled. "Got to, darling. It's fuck time."
She lifted herself to her knees and crawled up to straddle him and fit his raging prick into her wringing wet cunt. He slid into her like a size seven foot going into a ten shoe.
Once he was deep inside her, she snuggled him in her flesh. Then, wrapping both arms around his middle, she rolled over so that he was on top of her. As he began to move against her, Stella let her legs creep up to encircle him. Then, with a desperate fury, she tried to work herself to a fever for him.
But it wasn't there. He wasn't the lover that Clint or half her other customers were. He was boring. But she put on a good show for Jack's camera, and made sure old Clyde's face was always in the shot.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Clyde was chanting as he tried to find the walls of her cunt with his cock.
"Take advantage of it, honey," Stella breathed. "It's the last freebie you're gonna get."
"Huh!" Clyde grunted. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, nothing, Clyde," she said. "Pull it out and eat me a little. Maybe that'll get you harder."
He pushed away from her, his dick barely making a sound when it slid from her big cunt. "Oh, shit," he groaned as he stared down at her.
The raging pinkness of her cunt, sneaking with her juices, was spread wide before his ogling eyes.
"EAT IT!" Stella hissed. She was chuckling to herself. That should make a good eyeful for the camera ... and maybe the bastard can get me off at the same time!
Clyde licked his lips and dropped to all fours between her legs. His lips kissed her slick, smooth cunt and she arched her back, grinding her hairy cunt lips against his mouth and the darting tip of his tongue.
She reached down between her legs and found the head of his prick. Vigorously, she massaged it as slickly as his tongue pounded and stroked her seething, wet, rigid clitoris.
Clyde got the message and swiveled around.
As her mouth went all the way over his cock, he dove into the warm wetness of her pussy. His tongue sank to its core and he hollowed his cheeks to suck the juice from Stella's body.
He stiffened. He gave all his attention suddenly to her mouth on his cock. He could hardly believe it, but he was at the point of going off again.
Stella had both arms around his buttocks. Her thumb brushed his asshole. His hips rose and fell, jamming his prick into her throat. At her touch, his asshole flew open, taking the plunging thumb. The surprise of her thumb, jabbing deeply into his rectum, was more than Clyde's balls could take.
With a violent jerk, he shot his cum into her mouth and she jammed even harder into his asshole with her thumb and added a finger. His balls poured more than their usual load of juice into her swallowing, tugging mouth.
He stiffened over her mouth. Her lips worked hard and fast around his prick, sucking the last drop of jism from his depleted balls.
He poured cock juice into her, her throat contracting, trying to get air along with the cream. He fucked her head in short, ramming strokes. Her thumb was firmly anchored in his asshole. He felt her thumb move in a circle inside his rectum, driving the sensitive nerves there to howling happiness.
When his dick was limp, it slipped from Stella's mouth and she rolled her head to the side to look around the room.
The orgy was over. Janice and Norma were still ripe and raring for action, but the guys had had it. There wasn't a fuck or a drop of cum left in them, collectively. They lay sprawled out around the room, on the pillows, hoping perhaps that by some miracle, the starch would return to their shriveled pricks. The two girls hung over the portable bar, drowning their frustrations in alcohol.
"Gentlemen," Stella announced, "I think that's about it for tonight."
"Yeah," Cyrus agreed.
"You bet your ass," John panted. "I couldn't come again with a new dick!"
They dressed and left. At the door, Cyrus held out his hand.
"I'm a little short this week, Cyrus," Stella said. "Can you pick it up day after tomorrow?"
"Sure, kid," Cyrus said. "We trust you. In the meantime, the gang will see you next Tuesday night, as usual."
Like fuck you will, you prick! Stella hissed to herself as she closed the door behind him and hurried into the next room.
"Did you get it all?" she asked Jack.
"Sure did," the young man smilingly replied. "And all in living color. Wow, can that blonde and redhead ever fuck!"
"They sure can," Stella said. "And those guys can't! Why don't you just go out there and finish them off? It's on the house. Believe me, they need it!"
"Glad to oblige," Jack grinned, ripping at his clothes as he ran through the door.
Stella turned to Clint and grabbed his hand. "C'mon. Those old men fuck like old men! My pussy is screaming for a good prick. There aren't any cameras in here ... let's fuck!"
Clint was more than willing. Witnessing the orgy had turned him on as much as being a part of it had turned Stella on.
He ripped at his clothes. They reached the bed, and he fell in beside her, naked. He rolled between her thighs and pressed the head of his dick against her already well-fucked cuntlips.
Stella threw her legs even wider apart for his entrance. "Yes, yes," she moaned. "Give me your cock, Clint! Fill me clear up with your beautiful man-meat, my lover!"
She started to scream, but fell to quiet mewling when she felt his powerful cock pressing against the pulp of her cuntal lips. It stretched her wide open, as though a big arm were pushing into her cunt. It delighted her. It filled her body with ecstasy. Her cunt became completely filled with his giant prick.
Clint fed his cock into her an inch at a time, allowing her hungry hole to savor each bite before he gave a gentle shove and rammed the big thickness deeper into the wet, juicy depths of her throbbing pussy.
The head of his huge prick felt like a hot fist as it reamed her sopping cunt. It penetrated deeply, driving farther and farther into her belly until she was sure she would soon feel it between her tits and eventually in the depths of her throat.
"It's in you," he groaned. "It's all the way in you and it's so fucking good. You've got all my cock in your pussy, baby!"
"Ohhhhh, yeah," Stella rasped. Her fingers dug into the hard cheeks of his ass and urged him on. "Your meat is so far up me, I can't believe I can take so big a thing so easy in my pussy!"
"Feel all right? Is it good?" he asked.
"Yeah ... shit, yeah! Give it to me ... split me with it! Faster, Clint, ram it into me faster! Ohhh, fuck me, lover, fuck me ... FUCK ME!"
"Grind your bone against me, baby," he moaned. "Fuck me back with your cunt!"
He groaned in total bliss. His cock was smoothly fucking in and out of her velvety pussy. He ground his pelvic bone against hers with force until his prick was again buried to its root in her belly and his balls battered her ass.
They settled into a rhythm, fucking in and out in long, even strokes, and jarring each other with their bodies as they pounded.
Stella's body felt crushed into the mattress, yet she squirmed as she used her fingers to pull at his buttocks, trying to yank his long, thick, throbbing cock even deeper into her hole.
Then they both came together. Clint felt his cum flow in long, steady, steamy spurts from the pulsating head of his cock as her body responded, lifting them both from the bed in quivering passion.
Stella screamed. Her voice was breaking, filling with sobs of joy and pleasure as she shrieked out how wonderful it was. He told her how tight and thrilling her pussy was for him, how beautiful her face and her tits looked when they were right at the peak of passion.
"More! Oh, shit, give me more! Don't stop, Clint ... fuck my ass off, fuck my brains out!"
"Oh, no, honey," he said. "Got to save some for later!"
"You're still a prick!" Stella hissed, and then smiled. "But you know what?"
"What?"
"In spite of everything, I think I might be falling in love with you again."
"I kind of figured you would ... eventually," he said, a cocky smile on his face.
* * *
Two days later, Stella showed the films and played the tapes for Cyrus. He screamed, he ranted, he raved. But, in the end, he wept. There was no doubt about it, if the voters ever saw and heard them, he would be run out of town. If his wife saw them, he would be killed.
He spoke as well for John and Clyde. They all agreed to get off Stella's back.
* * *
For months, everything went as smoothly as glass. The money rolled in, and soon Stella hired several more girls. Life was good. She and Norma and Janice stopped turning tricks, except when someone appealed to them. Of course, a lot of men appealed to them, but if a man didn't satisfy their craving pussies, then that man never got to fuck them again.
Clint dropped around less often. Stella thought that perhaps he'd gotten tired of her pussy, after all, and had gotten himself a mistress. She'd heard that Trixie had become a total drunk and Clint had put her away in some home.
Then he called.
"Hi, baby. Listen, how about some lunch?"
"How about some fucking first?" Stella laughed.
"Meet me at Hal's, on the edge of town," he said, and hung up.
How romantic, Stella thought, he's going to take me to a nice steak house and then to a motel. Just like the old days!
How wrong she was.
He was waiting for her, sipping a drink as she slipped into the booth. He didn't mince words. His voice was hard and cold.
"It's like this, baby. I'm your new boss."
"How do you figure that, Clint?" Stella said.
"Because Jack gave me a second copy of the films you made, along with a tape of some conversations the two of you had. You get a lot of years for blackmail in this state."
"You wouldn't!" Stella cried.
"The hell I wouldn't. I got nothin' to lose and you got nothin' on me anymore."
"How do you figure? How about the robbery?"
"Ever hear of the statute of limitations?" he smiled. "It ran out six months ago."
Stella stared coldly into his eyes. "What do you want?"
"No more than the boys got ... fifty percent."
* * *
Stella's mind was working like a jet engine as she drove back to the house. The first thing she did was call Sissy.
"Copy every record you can get your hands on ... and then quit!"
"QUIT?"
"That's what I said," Stella replied. "And then get your cute little ass over here!"
For two days, Stella and Cissy went over Clint's books and records. At the end of that time she gathered everything together and called the Internal Revenue Service.
"Jesus," Sissy said, "they'll put him away for a hundred years!"
"They sure will," Stella said, an icy gleam in her eye.
"But what about you ... the blackmail thing?"
"Shit, Sissy," Stella replied, "we'll be long fucking gone by then!"
* * *
Jeff Hodges had been the night desk clerk at Oro's Desert Motel for nine years. He'd seen a lot of beautiful women pass through on their way to Reno, but nothing to compare with the four standing in front of him right now.
Just watching them register had given him a gigantic hard-on that threatened to burst his pants.
"By the way, my name's Stella," said the one with the biggest tits. "Can you bring some ice down to our rooms?"
"Sure," he gulped, "sure can."
As soon as they were gone, Jeff put the switchboard on hold and filled two huge ice buckets. He was panting as he ran to their room.
He knocked on the door. It opened and he was jerked inside.
"OH, MY SHIT!"
Standing in front of him were the four most gorgeous naked women he had ever seen.
"Come over here!" Stella commanded, motioning at Jeff.
Jeff, feeling rather like a swimmer surrounded by sharks, moved away from the wall. Stella grasped his hand and pulled it in between her legs. He squeezed her hot cunt and groaned out loud. Norma moved to him, seized his other hand, and shoved it into her crotch.
Jeff couldn't believe what was happening to him. Here he was, standing in a room in the midst of these naked women. His head began to swim dizzily as the blood rushed to his swollen cock. His hands were tugged from cunt to cunt, until he lost all track of which pussy he was feeling at the moment.
He heard someone say, "Let's get his prick out!"
"Let me!" someone else volunteered.
He felt his fly being torn open but couldn't have resisted if he'd wanted to, since both of his hands were wedged tightly up creamy cunts. His giant dick burst out and at least three of the girls gasped in admiration.
"What have we got here?" Stella rasped. "Holy Christ, look at the size of it!"
They all lost interest in his hands then. Four pairs of hands ripped at his clothing as he stood, swaying, and in seconds he was as naked as they.
"Ohhhhh, let me suck on it!" Janice whimpered.
"Yeah, let's all give it a good suck!" Norma agreed.
"Just so nobody gets greedy and milks him too soon," Stella warned them.
"Jeez, this is fun!" Sissy giggled.
Jeff felt a warm mouth encase his swollen cockhead. He looked down to see which it was, but two other girls were bending over before him, awaiting their turns, and he couldn't tell. He glanced sideways and found the whole incredible scene reflected in the mirror. The sight caused his cock to balloon to even greater magnitude and his dazed eyes studied the moving images reflected in the glass. Three girls were licking his balls and his cock all at the same time!
And then, just as suddenly, they all stopped and stood staring at him.
"Did you like that?" Stella asked.
"Oh, shit, yeah!" he gulped.
"Do you want some more?" the big redhead said, pulling the lips of her pussy open to show him her meat.
"Yes, yes!" Jeff was almost fainting.
"Well, then, here's what you do. You go out and find all the salesmen and horny bastards in the bars around here, and tell 'em that you know where the best one-hundred dollar piece of ass in the world is!" The big redhead squeezed her pussy and grinned.
"And for every two guys you bring back here," said the cute little blonde with the huge tits, "you can fuck one of us! How's that?"
"That's fantastic!"
"See," Stella added, "we got in a little trouble a few weeks ago and had to leave our place of employment. So now we're on our way to Nevada to open a plush, legit whorehouse ... and you can kind of help us work our way across country and have some fun for yourself, too. Would you like that?"
He didn't answer. He just pulled on his clothes and bolted for the door. The four girls watched him run across the parking lot, and smiled.
"Well, let's get ready for work, girls!" Stella said.
"How do we do that?" Sissy asked.
"Get each other warmed up, silly!" Norma giggled.
And, convulsing with laughter, the four girls fell to the floor in a tangle and began sucking and licking each other's already hot, steaming cunts.
