It has been said that nearly every community contains a cross section of Americans within its confines, thereby maintaining an image unique in this country today. Every town has its doctors and lawyers, its coaches and teachers, and its clerks and carpenters, and each individual has in turn been touched to some extent by emotions common to all men--greed, lust, envy, and distress.
THE PREACHER'S HORNY WIFE is a story of everyday, responsible people whose lives are wrought with common frailties; people who seek pleasure, profit, expediency; people not unlike those who may live in your town or your neighborhood. Respectable citizens--yes, but not without the foibles and weaknesses seen every day in nearly every city.
THE PREACHER'S HORNY WIFE provides a unique insight into those emotions with which we all must live, a look at America at the grassroots level.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Louise watched the big, young stud peel off his bikini underpants as she lay back naked on his bed. She brought her hands up to her big tits and squeezed them as she let her eyes wander over the powerfully muscled body of the naked man. She pressed her thighs together and squirmed her ass around on the bed, feeling the friction on her hot clit. The naked man approached the bed, his long, hard prick bouncing out in front of him, aiming at her like a loaded cannon. She licked her red lips and ran her hands down between her legs.
"Ever seen one this big?" he said menacingly as he stood by the bed, his hips thrust out.
He wrapped one hand around the massive cock and stretched it out even further. The head turned a deep purple and he grunted as a little drop of fluid appeared on the piss-slit.
"Never," she breathed, and she slipped both hands down into her crotch.
The wetness there smoothed the way for her fingers to slide in between the slimy lips of her pussy. With one finger she rubbed her swollen clit and another she drove into her juicy cunt to the last knuckle. She squirmed on it and opened her thighs all the way.
"Fuck me with it. Split me," she said, grinding down on her fingers.
"Not just yet, baby," said the hairy blond man by the bed. "Ever had one this big down that lily white throat of yours?" He pumped twice on the big red cockrod as he moved toward her face. "Suck it, baby. There'll be plenty left over for your sweet, wet little pussy."
He kneeled on the edge of the bed and his weight made Louise roll toward him so that her mouth touched his huge prick. She turned her head away but he grabbed her lush, thick dark hair and wrenched her head back to his prick. She clamped her lips shut, but he still jabbed her with his hard-on. Louise squeezed her lips shut as hard as she could, but the iron-like shaft kept battering up against them until at last, she relented and opened her mouth. The hot hunk slipped easily past her lips and into her mouth.
"Oh, baby, you are one hot mama!" the man said. "Now, suck that meat. Suck it!" He started pumping his ass, pumping inch after inch of hard cockflesh into her face. Louise opened her throat and let the big prick pummel in and out, fucking her face while she kept her hands busy in her pussy. She did not want the man to know that she enjoyed sucking his prick. Part of her fun came from pretending to dislike anything but conventional fucking. And she knew that her resistance excited the various men she was sucking and fucking every day while her husband was busy at the church office.
Six days a week, she visited various men all over town, in all kinds of places, and did all kinds of things. Then, on the seventh day, Sunday, she rested. She attended her husband's church and sat in the front pew, listening to his sermon, gazing at him, amazed at the power behind his hell-fire and brimstone sermons and wishing he could transfer that power into their sex life.
For the ten years of their marriage, she had waited for him to respond to her caresses in vain. She had seen her husband's prick hard on their wedding night, but not since. And even then he had been unable to finish and she spent her wedding comforting him as he wept.
Now she sucked hard on this stranger's prick as it slid in and out of her mouth. Every time he drew it out, wet and glistening with her spit and red with her teeth marks, she marveled at how long and thick it was. She wanted it shoved up her cunt, up her ass, pumping and never stopping.
Suddenly the man stopped pumping and rammed his cockmeat into her face until the entire prick was buried and her nose was mashed into the curly blond hair at the base of his hard belly. She felt his balls jerking up under her chin, felt the raw power of his arms as he pulled her head to him and began pumping a load of cream down her throat. She worked her throat muscles, the head of his cock embedded halfway down her throat.
He moaned as he felt the sides of her throat rippling around his prickshaft, milking him. Finally he relaxed his hold on her head and began to drag his prick from her mouth. They both watched his cock reappear as he slowly savored the last flips of her expert tongue against his super-sensitive prickknob. At last, his cock flopped from between her lips with a lewd sucking sound and bobbed up and down like a diving board from the base of his hairy blond belly.
Louise pulled her hands out of her crotch and wiped her mouth. She could smell her own pussyjuice as she smeared her fingers around on her lips and cheeks. She hadn't come yet and now it was her turn.
"Is there anything left for me?" she asked, pretending to pout.
"Sure, baby," he said, hoisting his balls with both hands.
"Good," she cooed, rolling onto her back and spreading her long, white thighs to expose her cunt.
The man got around between her legs and placed his rough, strong hands on her thighs. His coarse manner excited her and she wriggled her ass on the bed. His thick fingers dug into her flesh, painfully gouging the insides of her thighs as he forced them apart like a wishbone. His face looked like a wild man's as he stared down into her cunt.
"Looks soft," he murmured. "Looks like I might hurt it if I poke my cock in there. Looks--delicate."
Louise was excited by the thought that he might enjoy hurting her. She led him on. "Please don't hurt me. I don't even know your name."
He glanced up at her face and for an instant Louise felt some fear. It was true, she had met him only hours before in a bar and now they were in his apartment. She wondered if he might be a psycho.
His cold blue eyes went back to her red pussy as it gaped open before him. Louise tried to spring her thighs closed, but her resistance seemed to give him strength and he forced her legs even farther apart. His eyes looked glazed as he peered down into her cunt.
"I wouldn't want to hurt you," he said. "Let's see if you could take it."
Slowly, he slid both his thick hands down her thighs toward her pussy. Louise held her breath, waiting to see just what he would do. His hands were in the hair surrounding her red pussyslit now and his fat thumbs circled lightly over her tight pussyhole. Then he began to press in with his thumbs, watching them disappear inside her, making loud squishing noises as they slid in deeper. Louise drew back as if to try to escape, even though her ass was on fire with excitement.
His thumbs were in her to the knuckles now and the rest of his fingers were splayed out on her open thighs. Louise got up on her elbows to see. It looked like he had his thumbs inside the red meat of a watermelon, juicy, sloppy, and sticky. Then, as she watched, he began to move his thumbs apart inside her, opening her up.
"Oh, God," she moaned, leaning back. "Please don't hurt me. You're splitting me open... "
She started moving her hips around in tiny circles under his hands, moaning as the thumbs pried her open. Her clit was exposed now as the flesh of her wet pussy was peeled back mercilessly and the feel of the cool, air-conditioned breeze across it brought her to the edge of an orgasm. She started bucking her hips against his thumbs as he relentlessly stretched open her cunt.
Then suddenly, just as she was about to cum, he jerked his hands away from her cunt and slapped them, wet with her juices, onto her spread knees. Louise looked down at his face--his eyes were wild.
"A gaping hole," he said contemptuously. "How do you expect me to fuck you there? It looks like the Grand Canyon!"
"What?" she said, frightened by his scary face.
"I like a tight fit," he said. "Tight!" He looked back down between her legs. "Real tight... "
He put his hands under her knees and forced her legs back toward her head. When her knees were wedged at the sides of her head, he used one powerful arm to hold them in place, blocking Louise's view. She held her breath and waited.
His other hand went down to her ass, which curled up off the bed with the stress of the way he was holding her. Louise felt two fat fingers at her cunthole then, like a battering ram, they plunged forward and sank into her wet pussy. She moaned as he pumped her hard, twisting his fingers and bending his knuckles up inside her.
Sometimes his knuckles contacted her clit, which seemed to be straining out for a touch. Louise shuddered and bucked and wished she had more control over the situation. She needed to come--her whole body was straining for an orgasm. The man in her crotch was grunting and breathing hard as he pounded her pussy with his hand and Louise was sure that she could feel three fingers gouging up into her now.
Pussyjuice ran down her asscrack and pooled at her little brown puckered asshole.
"Good, good, juice it up real good, baby. 'Cause I'm gonna ream out that little brown asshole of yours until you scream for me to stop." His sinister laugh floated up to Louise as she lay pinned down by his powerful arm. Ass-fucking! Her favorite! But she would not let him know.
She closed her eyes and began to imagine what his prick must look like now as he screwed a fourth finger into her pussy. She wanted to keep him excited so that gorgeous prick of his would be big and bulbous, long and throbbing, as it forced its way into her tiny asshole.
"Oh, no, not that!" she cried, wriggling her ass around as if to try to escape. "Don't fuck my ass!"
"Too late now, lady. You'll never get away from me."
The man's prick was standing straight up at attention now. It was every bit of twelve inches long, maybe more as it throbbed and danced in eagerness, wet and glistening and ready. He put the tip of his finger against the little round hole surrounded by wrinkles and watched it squeeze itself closed in protest.
He laughed. "You think you can close that hole up, huh?"
He pushed in hard with the finger and the ring of muscles in Louise's asshole opened like a flower, a golden flower covered with morning dew. Slowly he pushed forward, feeling her hot bowels trying to squeeze his finger out. Louise moaned, trying to feign pain as he began to saw his finger back and forth, working it around in circles, licking his lips as he did.
Louise groaned with pleasure and it was very hard for her to make it sound like she was in pain. She loved the feeling of his rude finger screwing around inside her ass, deeper and deeper, harder and harder, until he was pounding her butt with his fist, one finger going in and out. She longed to feel his long, thick cock inside her ass.
"Oh, please," she moaned, "you're hurting me so much! Please don't fuck me there anymore. Your prick is so big and it's already hurting me so much!"
He laughed loudly from down between her legs. "My prick! You think this is my prick?" He poked her hard with his finger and waited for her answer.
"Well?" she said innocently. "Isn't it?" She squeezed her ass muscles around the finger, sucking it into her.
"No way, baby."
He shifted around and Louise felt the hot, hard throbbing hunk of his cockmeat on the cheek of her ass. She sucked in her breath. It felt monstrous! Bigger than it had been in her mouth! She felt him pull the finger out of her asshole and heard the plopping sound it made as it exited. Then she held her breath as she felt him position his huge club-like cock at the entrance to her ass.
"No!" she said, squirming. "No, that can't be your cock. It's something else, isn't it? Something else?"
"Like what, baby? A ball bat?" He pushed forward with the big hard-on but her asshole remained closed. "A fence post?"
He pushed again and this time the little puckered hole blossomed open. The wedge-shaped head of his prick went in just slightly.
"Oh!" Louise moaned. "Unnnn... "
"A telephone pole?" he said, shoving his tight ass forward.
This time the rigid cockpole broke through and the head popped into Louise's butt. He moaned as he looked down at the results. The head of his cock was inside her and her guts were gripping it tightly. The veins throbbed as her asshole squeezed his prick like a tourniquet. He kept on looking at his long, thick, hard prick as it incredibly poked into the tiny asshole.
"No!" Louise screamed. "You're killing me!"
Her asshole felt like it was ripping. She could feel the pulsing of his blood as it strained to circulate in and out of her butt through the huge prick that stuck in her asshole like a spear.
"Here it comes, lady," he said quietly, squeezing the cheeks of his ass together and feeding her another inch of his pussy.
Louise was frightened now. She tried to put her hands down to stop him and she struggled so it took both his strong arms to hold her in place and keep his hot prick up inside her. She got her hands down to her ass and felt her fiery red cheeks, her wet pussyslit and then the cockpole jutting out of her. She felt up along its immense mass to his blond bush and back down again to where his pulsing cockshaft speared her ass. Feeling how his hard prick met her soft ass excited her and her fear melted away. But still she kept up her front.
"Please, no," she begged as she felt around with her fingers.
"Oh, yes," he breathed, pressing forward.
Her fingers monitored his progress as another inch forced its way in. She moved one hand up to rub her clit and the tingling sensations it brought her made her rotate her ass. The hard cockmeat worked in deeper.
"This is it, baby!" he warned her as he rocked forward with all his might.
Louise screamed as his hot cock filled up her ass and she felt his hard belly mashing her hand as it furiously rubbed her hard, wet clit. He started pounding her butt, screwing his cock around as he fucked her, plunging into the tight hole again and again. Squishing and farting sounds filled up the room as he stroked his twelve inches all the way in, then drew them out, the cockskin pulling up and down as her asshole constricted around it like a rubber band.
Louise rubbed her clit hard and as she felt the little bundle of nerves prepare to explode, she jammed two fingers down into her pussy. She could feel the man's huge prick trying to break through the thin wall between her asshole and her pussy. There was barely enough room for her fingers as his cock hammered into her butt, squeezing her cunt shut.
Suddenly, he began exploding in her, his cockhead jerking furiously as his cum blasted her bowels a full foot up inside her. Her own orgasm started while he still screwed his hips around, reaming her out. Her butthole tightened around his prick and she grunted and bucked as the cum flowed out around the fingers she jabbed into her cunt. Then she fainted, barely hearing him say, "... not finished with you yet... " When Louise woke up, it was dark in the apartment and she was surprised to find herself on her back on the kitchen table with her legs spread painfully wide. The light from the digital clock on the stove cast a weird green glow over everything around her. She tried to sit up, but something at her crotch stopped her.
She moved her hand to her pussy, feeling that the insides of her thighs and her belly were greasy. Something was jutting out from her cunt and when she touched it she realized it was a very large cucumber. She pulled it out, then smelled her hand. Butter! Louise laughed and licked each finger sensuously.
The apartment was empty. The blond man hadn't left her a note so she just helped herself to a shower, dressed, and left. Her husband John would be home now. What excuse would she use this time for being late?
"John, John, the preacher man," she sang mindlessly as she drove toward home.
But when she pulled into the drive, John's car was not there. In the house he had left her a note on the refrigerator: "Louise--Mrs. Smith is ill. I'll be home late. Love, John."
Love, she thought. Love without sex. Sex without love. She had them both. She went to bed and did not even wake up when John returned home at midnight.
CHAPTER TWO
Louise got up the next morning to fix her husband's breakfast. As she was pouring their coffee he walked into the kitchen, buttoning his cuffs. She pecked him on the cheek as he sat down.
"Morning, dear," she said pleasantly. "Good morning, Louise." He sipped his coffee.
Louise looked at her husband. He was extremely handsome, with slightly graying temples contrasting with his dark hair. His brown eyes were warm and sensual. Even sitting, he was tall and his shoulders rode high on his big frame. If only...
Louise set the coffee pot down and joined John at the table.
"John, dear, how is Mrs. Smith?"
"Well, she's better. We prayed for her until midnight." he barely glanced at Louise. "I hope you didn't mind being home alone."
"Of course I minded, John." She touched his hand. "I always miss you." She stroked his hand gently, but he pulled away and reached for his coffee cup.
"I'm afraid I'll be late again tonight. I have several people to visit."
Louise immediately began making her own plans. Sometimes whole weeks would go by with her husband hanging around the house, working in the study instead of at the church office, so she always made good use of every available moment. A phone number came immediately to mind--someone would be glad to see her.
"Good-bye, dear. Don't wait up." John lightly kissed the top of her head and walked out the patio door. His car started up and he was gone.
As soon as his car was gone, Louise was at the phone in the living room.
"Louise? Is that you?" The woman's voice sounded excited and happy.
"Yes, Marsha. I haven't been over for a while. How about it? Are you busy?"
"Of course not! I'm never too busy for you! You know that."
"I'll be there in an hour."
"Wonderful. Wear something easy to get out of."
Louise hurried through a shower, but took special pains with her sore pussy and asshole. She smiled as she wondered what the nameless man had done to her while she was unconscious. It excited her to think about it.
Louise slipped into a jogging outfit, shorts and a tank top, with no bra or panties. The terrycloth rubbed her swollen cunt when she walked and worked her nipples up into hard, jutting nubbins. In her car, she turned the air-conditioning on full blast to keep her nipples erect.
Downtown, Louise parked her car under the huge apartment tower and took the elevator up the twelfth floor. She ran Marsha's doorbell and waited.
The door opened, revealing a tall, beautiful blonde woman, broad shouldered, with a Swedish look of healthiness about her. She was wearing a filmy negligee which barely came down over her full, sensuous hips. It was completely transparent and she was naked beneath it. Her big tits hung down on her chest underneath the thin material and her nipples, dark-brown and huge, poked out against the filmy gown like bullets. Her belly button was barely visible, but below, a thick thatch of dark-blonde hair shone through the wispy, pale blue material.
"Louise! Come in!" The big blonde stepped back to let Louise into her apartment.
Louise stepped past the woman, and Marsha closed the door.
"Oh, Louise, I'm so glad to see you!" She stepped forward, looking up and down Louise's lithe body. "I can't wait! Come here."
Louise stepped forward and pressed her body up against Marsha's, mashing her tits against hers. Louise took her head in her hands and put her open mouth over Marsha's, lashing her tongue out into the blonde's mouth. Marsha moaned and squeezed Louise's asscheeks.
"Ow," Louise said, pulling back. "Sorry. I had an encounter with a guy yesterday and he gave my ass a real drilling."
"Oh, that's too bad. I'm sure you hated every moment of it."
Marsha smiled and ran her hand along Louise's throat and down to one big tit. She rolled the hard nipple around between her thumb and finger, then reached under Louise's terrycloth top to grasp her naked tit. She looked deep into Louise's eyes.
"If it still hurts, dear, maybe you'd better let me kiss it."
Louise turned and walked seductively into the big, luxurious bedroom. "No," she said breathlessly. "A nice hot tub soak is what I need." She went into the huge bathroom adjoining the bedroom and Marsha followed.
"Ummmm, that sounds marvelous!"
Marsha leaned down to the sunken tub and turned the gold handles until steaming hot water was pouring into the marble tub. As the tub filled, she watched Louise get undressed. Louise peeled the top over her head and cast it aside, briefly massaging her fleshy tits before pulling down her shorts. She then stood naked before Marsha.
"You haven't changed at all," Marsha murmured. "You've still got the most beautiful tits and ass I've ever seen." Marsha lifted the negligee up over her head and threw it into the corner with Louise's clothes.
Marsha's tits were big and hung down onto her ribcage, but the dark-brown nipples stuck straight out into the air. Her soft belly was slightly rounded and her hips flared out deliciously. Deep inside the shock of dark-blonde hair in the triangle of her crotch was barely visible the pouting red lips of her glistening pussy. "Let me see your poor little ass, dear," Marsha cooed.
Louise turned around and put her hands on the wall for support as she bent forward. Marsha kneeled down very close behind her and Louise heard her take a deep breath. Then Marsha put her cool hands on Louise's hips and used her long, feminine thumbs to spread open her asscheeks.
"It's really very sore, so--" Louise began, but she could not finished because Marsha's tongue curled around her red, hot asshole like a snake. "Oh, God, yes. Yes! Go in, go in! Put your tongue up my ass, oh, yessss."
The wet, quivering tongue slid easily up into Louise's hot asshole, where only yesterday twelve inches of pounding prickshaft had reamed her out. The tongue went in deep, so deep that Louise could feel Marsha's mouth pressed flat up against her ass. Slithering sucking sounds mingled with the sound of the water running into the tub.
Marsha fucked Louise with her tongue and Louise started rotating her hips. Louise clamped her asshole down around Marsha's searching tongue, but she could not stop it from squirming around inside her hot ass. Louise hung on the edge of an orgasm as she twisted around for Marsha's probing tongue. Then, like a slithering snake, the tongue slowly withdrew and the cool hands stopped kneading Louise's ass. Marsha stood up and turned the water off in the tub.
"Let's get in," she said softly.
Louise was weak from being brought so close to cumming but she allowed Marsha to help her into the hot, bubbly bath. She eased herself down into the bubbling water and Marsha slithered up beside her. There were mirrors all around the tub and on the ceiling and in them Marsha watched as Louise positioned herself between Marsha's long, outstretched legs.
Louise put her mouth on Marsha's, tasting the pungent flavor of her own asshole as she sucked Marsha's tongue. Marsha's big tits were floating on the hot, sudsy water and Louise took one in her hand and squeezed it hard, tugging at the distended nipple. Her other hand went down under the water into Marsha's crotch.
The slimy water made it easy for Louise to slip three fingers swiftly up into Marsha's cunt. Marsha moaned and bit down gently on Louise's tongue as it stabbed her mouth in the same rhythm her fingers were using on her cunthole. Marsha ground her hips down on the jabbing fingers, keeping her eyes open to watch it all in the mirrors. The water was churning with her movements and slopping out over the side of the tub as Louise found the blonde's big, hard clit.
"Oh, Louise, I've missed you so," she moaned, thrusting her own hand down into Louise's pussy.
"No," said Louise as Marsha's fingers searched around in her pussylips. "No, I want to eat you out first."
"Of course, dear," said Marsha. "Whatever you want."
Marsha lifted her tall frame up and the water cascaded off her tits in little streams. She hoisted her butt onto the broad edge of the marble tub and leaned back against the wall. Then, slowly, she spread her legs in front of Louise's face as Louise her glistening, puffy red pussylips open. Marsha put her feet on the sides of the tub and Louise slid through the water to plant herself before the blonde woman's lovely, dripping cunt.
"You still have the most beautiful cunt in the world," said Louise.
"Ummmm, eat it, then. Eat me out, bitch!"
Louise slid her wet hands along Marsha's smooth, slimy thighs to her waiting, quivering cunt. Using her thumbs, she peeled the outer lips back and exposed the silky, deep pink, frothy flesh inside. Louise was close enough to see the pulse pounding in Marsha's extended clit. Lower down, a tiny black hole winked invitingly as Louise lowered her face to the hot, wet cunt. She flicked out her tongue and teased the clit. Marsha jerked and moaned.
"Yesss, yesss, eat it!"
Marsha watched as Louise bobbed her head up and down in her cunt. She looked around at all the mirrors and watched from every angle.
Louise poked her tongue out into the center flesh, which gave way, pulling her stiffened tongue up into a warm interior valley. Her nose was pressed up against Marsha's hard clit as she thrust her tongue deep into the blonde's flowering cunt. Marsha moaned and started thrashing her hips around. Louise pulled her tongue out and jabbed her thumb in, curving it up deep inside Marsha.
"Oh! Yes, yes, fuck me now! Fuck me! Stick it in me and fuck me!"
"Where is it?" Louise asked impatiently, rotating her thumb rapidly.
Marsha reached behind herself and took the lid off an alabaster box on the side of the tub. Blindly she reached in and came out with a long, black, rubber dildo. Louise had fucked Marsha with it many times and she always enjoyed the way it filled up her cunt more than a finger or a thumb.
Louise took it firmly in her right hand as Marsha lay back and pushed her pelvis out to receive the long blackjack. Louise used her left hand to hold open the lips of her pussy, dripping now with something more than just water and bubble bath.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Marsha moaned, her head flung back to watch Louise in the ceiling mirror.
Louise put the head of the hard rubber dildo at Marsha's cunthole. The head popped in easily, the tight ring of well-developed muscles gripping it like teeth. Louise started fucking it in and out, in and out, an inch at a time. She screwed it around and around, grazing Marsha's clit as it rotated. Then she pushed forward and buried the black meat up to her fist.
Louise started pumping slowly, deliciously, making Marsha moan with ecstasy. Louise fingered herself with her other hand as she watched the big black root disappearing, reappearing from Marsha's pussy again and again. When it was buried all the way, she twisted it, letting her knuckles press hard into Marsha's quivering clit. Louise had to use all her strength to shove the big cock up the churning canal, twisting and screwing it as she went.
"Oh, God! I'm cumming!" Marsha screeched.
The pink pussy-lips were clamped tight around the blackjack as she ground her ass down on it and Louise shoved forward with all her might. The dildo went in all the way and Louise pressed her palm flat up against the end of it to hold it up inside Marsha's burning cunthole as the woman thrashed and bucked with her wrenching orgasm.
The sight of her own hand squashed up flat against Marsha's cunt excited Louise to the edge of an orgasm. She rubbed her own clit furiously under the water and put her thumb on the end of the dildo that peeped out from Marsha's squeezing hole. Gently she shoved it clear out of sight and Marsha's clamping, spasming pussy-lips sucked shut around Louise's inserted thumb. Louise held the dildo in place as she brought herself off in a fiery underwater explosion, then she let go and jammed both hands into her own pussy.
Spent, the women rested, breathing hard. Louise watched Marsha's red cunt as the dildo slowly eased out. It looked like a giant turd Marsha was shitting out of the wrong hole and Louise watched it with fascination. It seemed to move of its own accord as Marsha used her cunt muscles to excrete it. Finally, its weight bent it downward and it plopped into the water in front of Louise. Louise then bent forward and gently kissed Marsha's pussy.
The doorbell rang.
"Damn!" Marsha spat. "I'm sorry, darling."
She stepped briskly out of the tub and wrapped herself in a giant bath towel. Louise lay back in the warm, calm water and listened as voices drifted in from the living room.
"Stacey, hello, what can I do for you?" she heard Marsha say.
"Just need to borrow some batteries, Marsha. I hope you have some. I have a friend coming over tonight so I have to make sure the vibrator is all fired up."
Louise heard the two women laugh. She thought she recognized the other woman's voice and manner of speech. Marsha had called her Stacey. Louise listened closely.
"Oh, yes, you simply must always have fresh batteries."
"Yes. This is a special friend."
"I know what you mean. Aren't we lucky? I mean, all we have to do is fuck all day!"
"Yes, luck and horny and rich!"
The women laughed again. Louise could not place the name or the voice. She got out of the tub, dried off, and put on her shorts and top. trying to be nonchalant, she walked through the bedroom and out into the living room.
"Louise," said Marsha cheerfully, "this is my friend, Stacey."
"Stacey? Stacey King?" said Louise, flabbergasted as she looked at the woman before her. "The same Stacey King who went to North High?"
"Yes... " Stacey looked up and down Louise's body. "Why Louise Decker. It's been years."
The two woman walked toward each other and embraced warmly.
"Marsha," said Stacey, "Louise and I were best friends in high school. We used to share all our boyfriends--and girlfriends." They all laughed. "Louise, you look great!"
Louise was stuck for something to say because Stacey did not look great at all. She looked fifty years old and they were both barely thirty.
"So do you, Stacey," she lied. "So you and Marsha are friends, too?"
"Kissin' cousin, just like the old days I live across the hall. How about you? Do you still fuck anything with a heartbeat?"
Louise blushed and Marsha laughed out loud as she brought two packages of fresh batteries into the room. "You two have been out of touch a long time. Louise is married to a preacher now, has been for ten years."
Stacey's mouth fell open as she looked from Marsha to Louise, trying to figure out if she was being kidded. "No... " she said, testing. "Really?"
Louise nodded. "Yes," she said.
"Well, what... " said Stacey, looking back and forth again.
"You see," said Marsha grandly, "poor Louise can't get a boner on that preacher man of hers, so she visits me whenever she can and we have parties."
Stacey laughed. "Oh Louise."
"Well," said Louise, wishing Marsha hadn't been so blunt. "I just do it once in awhile."
"This girl can fuck! And what a sweet little asshole," said Marsha.
"I know," said Stacey, and they all laughed again. "Louise, please come over for coffee. It's been too long."
The doorbell rang again and Marsha looked at her clock. "Oh, that's my plumber. All right you girls, you'll have to finish this over at Stacey's, if she doesn't mind. I have to get my drain reamed out." She giggled.
"No," said Stacey. "I don't mind at all."
"All right, then, shoo." Marsha opened the door to a fat man holding a plunger and tool box. Louise and Stacey giggled girlishly and passed him to go Stacey's apartment.
CHAPTER THREE
Stacey's apartment was as plush and beautiful as Marsha's.
"I'll get us a drink," Stacey said.
"Fine." She watched Stacey as she walked to the wet bar in the corner of the living room. Her butt was as firm and taut as it had been the day they graduated from high school. Louise licked her lips. "Stacey, you really do look great."
"Thanks, you too. So you've married a preacher. I can't believe it!" She clinked two ice cubes into a glass. "You used to fuck everyone in a twenty-mile radius. What happened?"
"I went off to college and fell in love. But now he has a problem, he can't get it up."
Stacey brought the drinks to the couch and sat down. "Really? How awful not to get a fuck from your own husband!"
"It's not so bad now. I go out catting around a lot. You know me. I need sex."
"Ummmm, I know. Did you and Marsha just fuck each other?"
"I fucked her with a dildo and I was just getting ready to get some myself when you rang the doorbell."
"Oh, well, we can fix that. Wanna fuck?"
"Are you kidding?"
The two women set their drinks down on the coffee table and melted into each other's arms. Their tits mashed together and their nipples ground against each other, working up into hot, hard nibs.
Again the doorbell rang.
"Shit, I don't believe it!" Stacey said.
She got up and Louise sank back against the couch and put her hands into her crotch. She watched as Stacey opened the door to a young man holding a steaming pizza over his head. "Apartment 324?" he said.
"Come in," said Stacey, tugging him in by the buckle of his belt. Louise looked at the number on the door; it was 424.
The boy was very tall and thin and his hair was greased back. He looked very nervous, shifting from foot to foot as Stacey closed the door and locked it behind him.
"Louise, look what the pizza fairy brought us. You're not one, too, are you?" She shifted her hips seductively as she looked at the bewildered young man.
"Not one what?" he said.
"Fairy," said Stacey and laughed. "Never mind, I can tell you're not."
Her eyes darted down to his crotch where the denim of his jeans was rubbed a lighter shade of blue. Louise looked, too, and thought she detected a slight twitch there.
"Well, uh, what about the pizza?"
"Oh, put it in the kitchen. We can eat that later."
The young man went into the kitchen and returned. He stood sheepishly at the door waiting to be paid.
"You don't think we're letting a hunk like you get away this easily, do you?" said Stacey.
She moved like a stalking cat and positioned herself in front of the boy. She reached her long fingers up to his face and stroked his cheek, his forehead, his neck. He shivered.
Louise got up to join the action. Stepping behind the boy, she started pulling his sweaty shirt out of his jeans then put her hands under its loose tails and began stroking his hard, muscular belly. She could feel his muscles jerking and twitching his belly squeezing in and out as he drew in uneven breaths. His skin was soft and smooth and Louise ran her hands up his belly to his chest. His nipples were erect and she tweaked them, making him moan.
Louise heard the boy's zipper raking down in Stacey's familiar hot-to-trot style. The boy was moaning loud now and his hands were balled into fists at his sides as the women worked him over. Louise gently, expertly, slipped his shirt off his shoulders and down his strong arms. It fell to the floor behind him at Louise's feet. Stacey then peeled his jeans down his long, hairless legs and he voluntarily stepped out of them.
"You women are crazy," he said. But he let Louise pull down his briefs from behind and stepped out of them, too, leaving himself naked.
"Louise, dear, come around here and get a look at this."
Louise went around to the front of the boy, letting her hands slide along his side as she moved. She looked down at his prick and was pleased to see it was long and thick, jutting straight out with only a slight tuft of hair above it. It was lined up and down with blue, pounding veins. She reached out and touched the head. It was silky smooth and a drop of fluid oozed out to cream her fingers.
"My God, it must be thirteen inches long!"
"Fourteen," said the boy, quietly.
The two women took hold of his cock together. It throbbed in their grip.
"I've just got to suck it. Come on!" said Stacey.
She took hold of the boy's cock and led him crudely into the bedroom. Louise followed, stepping out of her clothes along the way. By the time the three of them reached the bedroom, Louise was naked. Her tits jiggled and bounced as she followed the pair to the bed. Stacey pushed the boy down onto his back and he did not resist.
As Stacey began licking the head of his cock, Louise started undressing Stacey. At last, they were all naked, and the boy was moaning and thrashing. Stacey slid her open lips along the length of his cockshaft, then took his prickhead between her teeth. The boy thrust upward with his hips and shot six inches of cockmeat into her mouth. He then reached for Louise's tits.
But Louise wanted more than a tit-massage. She straddled his face and his hands went to her wide-spread thighs. She felt him at her ass, using his long fingers to pry open her asscheeks. He rotated his thumbs around her pussy, getting them wet and slippery, then he spread the red lips apart and exposed her clit.
Louise lowered her ass slowly, positioning her clit over his mouth. She gripped his hipbones for support as she watched Stacey go down on his cock right in front of her face. His tongue flicked out between her legs like the head of a snail and brushed her clit.. She sucked in her breath as the tingling sensations shot from her clit to her asshole. He flicked her again and she moaned. Then he pulled her hips down and mashed her pussy down onto his face.
"Oh, my God! Fuck me with your tongue, you bastard! Fuck me, fuck, fuck, suck it out, suck it, suck my pussy! Eat me out!"
Louise rotated her hips and spread her pussy-lips out around his face as he shot his tongue up into her steamy groove. His thumbs worked up to her asshole and wormed their way inside.
"Oh, fuck my ass! Yes, yes, yes! Fuck it! Oh, Stacey, he's fucking my ass!"
Stacey kept busy on his cock, slurping her mouth up and down as he poked his prickmeat into the back of her throat. Louise reached around his jutting column of prickmeat and took his balls into her hand and squeezed. The boy moaned into Louise's wet pussy, sending vibrations up her cunt channel.
"Get over here, Stacey," said Louise. "I want to eat you out."
Stacey moved her bare ass around and aimed it at Louise, never losing her grip on the boy's vibrating prick. She arched her back and swung her leg over the boy's belly. Louise looked down into her sweet, red pussy, dripping with juice. She mashed her own pussy down on the boy's face as she leaned into Stacey's cunt, her hands holding open the white globes of her ass. With one last look, Louise dove into Stacey's cuntslit.
Sucking and moaning sounds filled the room and the only parts of the boy's body which was not covered by writhing female flesh were his long legs and feet, which twitched with delight. Louise could feel an orgasm mounting in her clit as he sucked it like a straw while her face was buried in the clutching wet, pink lips of Stacey's quivering cunt. Just as she was about to come, Louise moved her tongue up to Stacey's winking asshole and jabbed it home.
She kept right on reaming out Stacey's asshole and the boy kept right on poking his rude thumbs up Louise's butt, pounding them deep up inside her now. She felt Stacey tense for an orgasm and Louise rammed two fingers up Stacey's cunt and screwed them around inside her. She could feel the walls of Stacey's hungry pussy gripping her thrusting fingers as she came again and again while Louise's hot ass-fucking tongue brought her off explosively.
The only one who hadn't come now was the boy. Suddenly, like a volcano erupting, he flung both women off himself and stood beside the bed holding his red engorged prick in his hand.
"Okay, who wants this hot stick rammed up her?"
"We both do," said Stacey.
"All right, fine with me. You," he said, pointing to Stacey, "get on your knees on this bed. And you! Get on top of her."
The two women squealed with delight and did as they were told. When they were in position, their asses and pussies were open and exposed for the attack, one on top of the other. All the boy had to do was choose which one to start with. He brought the prick up to their waiting asses and began to tease them with it.
He rubbed its dripping red head all around Louise's ass and cunt, playfully poking it between the juicy red lips. Then he went down to Stacey's winking asshole and rubbed it, too. Without warning, he rammed his cock home up Stacey's burning hot hole. With fourteen inches of hot, slick cockmeat sliding up her cunt tunnel, she screamed.
"How do you like this, bitch? You can have my prick in your throat from both ends, can't you? God I love to watch it slide in and out."
As he long-stroked Stacey, his long, spidery fingers went to Louise's pussy, which was clamping open and shut with anticipation. He wormed one finger up her cunt clear to the knuckle.
"Damn, you're tight. Ummmm, smooth, too. Like that? Like that finger up there? Here's another one."
He brought another finger into play and mashed it home. Louise's red pussylips mouthed his fingers as he plunged them in and out, in and out, in the same rhythm he was using to fuck Stacey's cunt. Louise felt his long fingers deep inside her, wriggling and squirming and sliding along her velvety pussy tunnel, her cunt hole smacking loudly each time he screwed up into her. She moaned with pleasure.
Suddenly he pulled back and his monstrous cock flopped out of Stacey. He poised it like a cannon at Louise's cunt and thrust.
"Oh, my God!" she shrieked.
The long pole sank into her and he started pumping. She reached behind her to feel it sawing in and out of her. It slid through her slippery fingers as it pistoned her pussy. She had never felt anything so hard on any human being.
"Ever been butt-fucked?" he asked as he pounded her. "Let's see how you like that."
Louise tried to relax as he pulled his cockpole out of her pussy and poised it at the entrance to her ass. The hard knob leaned into her, but her asshole remained closed. Louise felt his hands on her, thumbs pressing into her flesh. She moaned loudly as the hard tips of his thumbs pulled at the sides of her asshole and the head of his prick began to intrude. Her elastic asshole stretched and stretched, his thumbs hooked inside now, like shoehorns, and his hot, hard prickhead slipped in. He pulled his thumbs out of her and grasped her hips in an iron-like grip.
He was grunting with the effort of trying to feed her asshole his mighty cock. Louise heard Stacey squeal as the boy reached under Louise and jammed his hand into Stacey's oozing cunt. Then she felt that same hand smearing the juice around on her stretched asshole and up and down the length of the boy's cockpole. He pushed forward insistently and she could feel his pounding prickhead far inside her ass, twitching and trembling.
Slowly, painfully, the long meat-stick disappeared up her ass and his downy balls dangled down over her sucking pussylips. "It's in all the way, cunt. How do you like it? Can you feel that?" He twitched his cock deep inside her bowels.
"Yes, oh yes. Fuck me."
"Okay, you asked for it."
Louise felt the hot length scraping its way out as he dragged it back out of her. Then it shot up her butt and his balls slapped her asshole. He pulled out again, leaving only the head embedded. Then he drove all the way in and drew his prick back out and drove it home again and again, filling her butt with his cockmeat.
Louise reached under Stacey and grabbed her tits, grunting each time the hot post buried itself inside her. She squeezed Stacey's nipples and licked her ear as the boy fucked her as hard as he could. She heard Stacey groan as the boy's fingers groped her cunt from behind.
The fluttering pre-orgasmic feelings were starting in Louise's quivering cunt. The boy was pounding her relentlessly, his balls slapping her pussy each time he thrust it home.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she whispered into Stacey's ear.
The boy took up a furious pace now, slamming her ass and grunting as he fucked her. Then suddenly, he stopped, and deep inside her bowels, Louise felt the head of his cock explode and melt, while his ball sack drew up, snuggling into her cunthole. Her mind went blank and her pussy started to jerk explosively. Her asshole clamped down on his cock and spasms rippled up and down the skewered tunnel as she came and came on his prick.
He collapsed on top of the two women, his prick still embedded deep inside Louise's asshole.
"You wanna pay me for the pizza now?" he said.
"Oh," Stacey mumbled from the bottom of the human heap. "I forgot to tell you--you've got the wrong apartment."
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day at noon, the phone rang at Louise's house. It was Stacey.
"Louise, dear, it's time to come out and be sexy in the name of love." She laughed sexily.
"What do you mean?" Louise said.
"I mean, ye of short memory, that I have a stud waiting over here for you. He's very tall, very handsome and just your type. He brought his toy box with him and when he's through with you, it's my turn."
Stacey laughed playfully and Louise squeezed her eyes shut, trying to fight off the desire building in her crotch. A pearl of moisture oozed out and dampened her panties.
"Be here in ten minutes, dear," Stacey said, and then Louise heard a dial tone.
Louise hung up. She did want sex, she needed it. So what would be the harm? She took a deep breath and went out to her car.
At the apartment, a man answered Stacey's door. He was tall and very handsome. Louise could not stop her eyes from roving down to his groin, where a massive lump was trailing down his pants leg.
"You must be Louise," he said. "Come in."
Louise stepped inside the apartment. "Where is Stacey?"
"Oh, she agreed to be absent this time," he said.
Louise turned to face him. "She was right," she said impulsively. "You are very handsome. What's your name?"
"Call me Joe, for now, okay?"
"Sure, Joe."
"Let's get down to it, huh? I understand you like your sex raw, not well done."
"For me, raw is well-done." Louise smiled and shifted her hips seductively.
"Take your clothes off. Slow." Joe sat down on the couch in front of Louise and picked up a wine glass from the table.
Louise started undressing, licking her lips as she unbuttoned and unzipped, peeled down her panties and discarded her bra. Her big tits tumbled out of the cups and jiggled when she tossed the bra aside. She brought her hands up and began slowly massaging them, pulling roughly on the nipples and grunting with pain. She started rotating her hips as she rubbed her tits. Slowly she worked her feet out until she was standing in front of Joe with her legs spread wide, knees bent, thrusting her cunt out toward his face.
Louise watched the bulge in his pants grow until she could see it pulsing under the thin summer material. She moved her hands sensuously down her sides to her thighs, her pussy churning out juice which foamed and frothed on the insides of her legs. She rubbed her hands in it and smeared it all over her belly, moaning and licking her lips as she did.
Joe's eyes were latched onto her rotating cunt, even though not much was visible from his position. As his hand went to his pants and unzipped the fly, she moved her hands slowly in toward her grinding pussy and used one finger of each hand to peel back the wet lips. Her pussylips made a kissing sound as they parted and a glob of cum splattered onto the coffee table. She pulled the lips back until the red bud of her clit poked out of its glistening sheath. Joe then leaned forward to get a better look as he hauled out his massive prick, red and engorged with pounding blood.
Louise stopped rotating her hips and started thrusting them back and forth, only about a foot from Joe's face as he started stroking his big prick. Louise licked her lips at the sight of the magnificent cock poking up out of his pants, vibrating in his hand. A glob of pre-cum oozed out his piss-slit and ran down onto his knuckles. Louise peeled her pussylips back further and thrust her ass forward. She moved the middle finger of one hand down to her cunthole and inserted the tip. She rolled it around inside her pussy, tossing her head back and moaning.
"Eat me," she moaned. "Eat out my pussy, you fucking stud. Eat it out, then fuck me." She held her hips in place and thrust forward, cuntlips peeled wide open.
Joe pumped his big cock a couple of times, then stood up. "Lie down on the floor on your stomach."
Louise got down on the floor, spread her legs and pushed her ass up in the air, waiting for Joe's hot tongue to ream out her cunt. She watched him open a briefcase on the couch. He brought out a pair of handcuffs and, his hard, long prick bouncing in his open fly, he walked over to her and fastened her wrists together behind her back.
"It occurs to me that you're much too willing," he said, and he slapped her hard across the ass.
Startled, Louise squealed. But the pain left a burning, excited feeling in her smoldering pussy. She put her cheek down in the carpet and waited for what might happen next.
Joe got more paraphernalia out of his briefcase, all the while stroking his swollen prick. He brought out a home-made contraption with a long, thick dildo fastened to a set of clamps.
"I made this especially for this table," he said, indicating the long, narrow table Stacey kept behind her sofa.
Louise watched as he fastened the device onto the table. The dildo was a foot long and probably three inches thick, hard rubber. Louise licked her lips as she looked at it.
"This way," Joe continued, pumping his cock twice, "your feet are off the floor and all your weight is down on this cock." Joe's prick swelled rapidly as he spoke. "Then I know it's in all the way, all the way... "
He started undressing and Louise watched him from the floor. Naked, Joe's prick looked even bigger. It seemed to be every bit as big as the one clamped to the table. The head was purple and white fluid was literally pouring out over the tip, running down the shaft. His belly was hairy and hair grew partway down the shaft of his big cock. He kneeled down across her chest, crushing her tits flat, and started bending that huge prick down to her mouth.
"Ladies first," he said, and slipped the head past her lips.
He moaned as her tongue started to work on the big cock knob. He then leaned over to support himself on his hands, looking down and watching as his giant cock disappeared down Louise's gulping throat.
She took it all, sucking and lapping at the base with the tip of her tongue. She undulated her tongue along his cockshaft and felt it quiver with excitement as Joe moaned. His hot, hairy balls were flapping up against her chin as she worked her throat against the oozing cock knob buried deep down her gullet.
She sucked harder as Joe began flipping his hips forward, ramming his cockmeat down her throat. Louise wished her hands were free so that she could masturbate while she was sucking him off. Her pussy was on fire and its flowing juices were running down into the carpet. She clamped her legs together and churned her hips. The throbbing, plunging prick in her throat was starting to vibrate.
"Suck it, suck it, suck it, whore," he whispered. "Eat my cum load!"
Then the head of his cock seemed to explode against the back of Louise's gullet and Joe gasped as he mashed his belly up against her nose. Louise swallowed and swallowed as the jizz continued to flow and pump spasmodically down her throat. She churned her ass, trying to get up an orgasm, but she needed something in her hot cunt, a tongue, a prick, a dildo, fingers, anything to grind up inside her and wrench out her cum. Slowly, Joe pulled back on his prick and it crawled out of Louise's mouth, its hot purple head trailing down her cum-smeared chin until he was again sitting on her tits. He moved back to straddle her waist and leaned forward. As he did, Louise thrust her belly up into the crack of his ass, his balls hanging down into her navel. She felt his hot asshole against her belly as she thrust upward.
He ground down onto her stomach as his mouth opened up around one tit, engulfing her nipple. She felt his balls sliding around under him on her smooth skin, hairy and heavy, and his growing prick already ran up to her breastbone. He sucked her nipple hard, drawing it deep into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth, and moaning. The moaning sent vibrations down to her longing clit.
"Eat me! she cried at last. "I can't take any more! Eat me out! Eat my pussy, my ass! Suck my cunt out!"
Joe started kissing down her body, lapping up the cum trail that his growing prick left on her belly. Louise spread her legs wide and Joe licked like a dog down her left thigh, kneading her right thigh. He tongued her knees, then moved over to the other knee and traced lazy circles around and then up, up, up, until finally, he reached her pussy.
He looked at her cunt momentarily, then stuck out his long pink tongue and let the tip glide in between the outer lips, just slightly. Louise moaned and tried to mash her cunt down onto his face, but he kept out of her way. He held her thighs painfully spread as his tongue, like a caterpillar testing the wind, wormed in between the dripping cuntlips, which closed around it. He pressed forward with his incredibly long tongue until he found her clit.
"Uhhhnnnnn!" Louise cried out.
Now the tongue moved down, sliding through the slippery crack. It slithered down, thrusting forward, poking and drilling into the hot, wet flesh between her cuntlips.
"Oh, God! Eat me out, eat me out, suck it, suck it, Joe... make me cum! Fuck me!" she screamed.
He started a fucking rhythm with his tongue, poking it in and out, in and out as she wriggled her ass against his face. He brought one hand up to her squirming brown ass, covered with a downy growth of hair, and popped a thumb into her churning asshole. Louise bucked upward to receive it.
"Oh? You like it in the ass?"
He plunged the thumb in to the knuckle as his tongue kept poking and drilling into her tight pussyhole. Inside her hot shitter, he bent and unbent his thumb.
Louise felt the cum gathering deep inside her as the tongue pushed rudely in and out of her cunthole and the thumb screwed her ass relentlessly. She grunted and bucked her hips, watching Joe's head between her legs as he worked on her. Her movements became quick and short as she reached for the electric feeling at the small of her back. Then, as he was furiously stabbing her with his thumb in her ass, she ground her hips and moaned as the room spun and her jizz splattered into Joe's mouth. Her pussy squirted him like a grapefruit and he lapped it up, sucking her hole for the last drop as she relaxed and lay on the floor panting.
"Ready for the bucking bronco?" he said from down between her legs.
She opened her eyes and saw him standing above her. His prick stuck out from his belly like a monstrous slab of pink marble. It jerked up and down as she stared stupidly up at it.
Joe leaned over and helped her to her feet. She swayed weakly, still slightly woozy from the powerful orgasm he tongued out of her. He led her gently over to the rubber dildo jutting up off the high sofa table. Joe positioned her at the end of the table with remarkable ease, lifting her up and poising her pussy above the tool. The muscles rippling in his arms, his jaws straining with the effort, he slowly lowered her down.
Louise felt it touch her pussy, slightly off center to slide into her comfortably. "Wait, it's not quite--"" But Joe just kept lowering her. The lewd stick stabbed her off to the side, sending a jolt of pain up to her belly. "Oh! It's not--"
"Just be patient. It'll find its way."
Joe lowered her abruptly and the foot-long spike was rammed deep up inside her. She felt it hit bottom and she screamed with pain and surprise. Her full weight was mashed down onto the dildo, the bulbous head of it deep up in her belly. She squirmed to try to relieve the pressure, but the head rubbed against her all the more, sending stabs of fire up her spine. With her hands behind her back, there was simply no way for Louise to relieve the pressure and Joe's hands were on her hips, pressing her down even more.
Standing behind her, Joe roughly inserted his fingers between her red pussylips. He felt around, grazing her clit briefly, until he could feel the thick prod protruding from between her hot, sticky cuntlips. He ran his rude fingers all around the cockshaft, feeling how it seemed to punch a hole in her soft flesh and then run endlessly up into her trembling body.
"Good, but it could be even deeper."
"No!" Louise screamed, "No, no deeper! There's no place for it to go!"
"Don't fight it," he breathed into her ear from behind. "It'll feel good, punching up into your cunt. Come on, Louise, just move your ass around and that old stick'll just pop right on in and I guarantee you, you'll never stop coming."
"No! It hurts!"
She was trembling and shaking with pain and fear. She knew she was completely at his mercy. His hands bore down on her again, the head of the hard rubber cock poking like a burning stick right behind her navel.
She felt his hand clawing at her ass and then she felt one long finger suddenly poke up into her ass.
"Yeah, yeah," he murmured. "I can feel that old cock in there. I can feel it way up inside you, but I want to feel all of it." He pulled his finger out with a popping sound.
Then she felt his huge prick knob at the entrance of her ass. He pushed and the head squeezed in. A fiery feeling, not quite pain and not quite pleasure, seared her ass as his big cock split her little asshole open. There was nothing Louise liked more than being fucked in the ass, and the pain of the long cock poking deep into her pussy started to feel different.
He pushed from behind, grunting, and the slick, hot hard-on went into her brown asshole.
It slid up alongside the long pole in her cunt and she could feel the two rubbing together, almost touching through the thin membrane separating her pussy from her ass canal.
He started pumping her from behind, screwing his ass around and reaming her asshole a foot deep. She could feel the head of his prick nudging the head of the rubber dildo deep up inside her steaming belly. She relaxed a little and felt something give way as the prick in her ass drove against the one in her cunt canal. Suddenly, she slipped down another inch and the feeling inside her belly was like a nuclear explosion as the head of the dildo finally popped past the tight ring of her womb entrance.
Louise screamed as she felt the mixed pain and pleasure of the searing cockhead moving inside her. Joe kept driving in from behind, making the dildo move and dance with his every plunge. His hands came around to feel the prickshaft as it went up inside her. Her pussy was flush down with the device and her outer cuntlips had closed around the end of the dildo.
"That's it, baby. Eat up that old fucking dildo." He rubbed her clit while he pumped his long cockrod into her churning ass.
Louise started cumming like a string of fire crackers, one right after the other as Joe's movement forced her to squirm around on the dildo. His hands kept after her clit as he pumped her even more furiously now. He rammed her ass with all his power as his fingers clawed at her clit and her brain swirled with the dizzying swell of the molten orgasm wrenching her deepest innards.
The last thing Louise remembered was Stacey opening the door on the scene and saying, "Oh, goodie! Playtime!"
CHAPTER FIVE
When Louise got home at six that evening, John was already home, and preparing supper.
"John, how thoughtful," she said as she came to his side.
He had his long sleeves rolled up to just below the elbow, his hairy arm jutting out with masculine beauty below. She touched his arm.
John drew away from her. "This is your job, Louise. Where have you been?" He did not look at her but continued to peel potatoes.
"I'm sorry dear. I, uhh, I--had to go over and visit Stacey on the spur of the moment. She's - been very depressed lately, you know, and I was worried she might do something drastic."
John went on peeling potatoes, unsmiling. "Just what is her illness, anyway?"
"Oh, well, I'd really rather not say," said Louise, knowing that if John thought it was anything involving sex, he would not press her for details.
"Oh... " He looked up at her. "Why don't I go over to her house and have a talk with her, perhaps pray with her?"
"Oh, no, no, dear. I don't think so." Louise started helping him with the dinner preparations. "She'll work it out. She just needs time."
The phone rang and Louise ran to it, trying to keep herself under control.
"Hello?"
"Hello, dear. Tomorrow, noon, my place. Wear a black dress and veil. Got a kinky one."
"No, I can't."
"You can and you will." Stacey's voice was icy, but calm. "No, Stacey, I--"
"Let's see, now, how does this sound? 'Dear Reverend John--' "
"All right." Louise slammed the phone down.
"Who was it?" John asked from the kitchen.
Louise took a deep breath. "It was Stacy, dear. She's really in very bad shape. I'm going to have to go over there again tomorrow."
John came out of the kitchen wiping his hands on a towel. She looked at his lean, strong body and her loins ached for him. "Louise," he said, "I didn't mean to be unkind. Of course you can go over to Stacey's any time she needs you. Don't give it another thought."
Louise went to him, guilt bubbling up in her throat. "Thank you, John," she said, and she stretched up to kiss him.
But just as her lips would have brushed his, he turned his head aside and her kiss landed on his scratchy cheek. She encircled his trim waist with her arms and tried to pull him to her, but he resisted. Finally he pushed her away and walked into the den, dropping the dish towel on the floor. Louise leaned against the wall and sighed.
The next day at noon, Louise was at Stacey's apartment, dressed in a black dress, a black net veil pulled down over her face. Stacey answered the door dressed in a similar outfit.
"Come in," she said somberly.
"What's going on?" Louise asked as she walked into the dark apartment.
Candles were burning around the room, casting a yellow glow and making shadows dance all about the place. On the couch was seated a little bald man dressed in black, his head hung morosely.
"What's going on?" Louise asked again.
"The funeral, of course." Stacey took Louise by the arm and led her silently into the big bedroom. "You're the guest of honor."
"What? You mean the--corpse?" Louise cringed.
"That's right. Mr. Apple is an undertaker. I met him at a convention here. He has these strange urges, you see, but being a sane and normal human being, he prefers to act out his fantasies on the living who pretend to be dead, rather than--well, you know."
"Oh, God, that's sick!"
"Maybe, but I think you'll enjoy the challenge."
"What do I do?"
"Just lie down here on the bed, corpse-fashion. That's it." Louise lay down on the bed and folded her hands across her body under her bulging breasts. The dress revealed her deep cleavage and Stacey reached out and adjusted the bodice, revealing even more of Louise's tits.
"Whatever you do," said Stacey, "just don't move. The challenge comes when you start to cum. And believe me, you will. He's already done it to me and Marsha."
She left the room and closed the door. Louise tried to relax. From the living room she heard organ music start up, slow and deliberate, funeral music. Then the door opened and Mr. Apple came in, head bowed. Stacey following him.
He came to the side of the bed and kneeled down with his face at the level of Louise's tits. "Oh, my dear, lovely, dead child," he said. "I must get you ready for the services."
He stood up and lifted the black net veil, carefully removing the hat from Louise's limp form. Then he bent down and kissed her neck, long and sensuously, and Louise felt her heart start to pound in a very un-corpse-like fashion. He kissed down her neck and into the deep cleavage where her heart was nearly bursting through her chest. His tongue flicked out as he moved to the side and licked her big, curving tits.
Then he tongued her nipple, reaching down inside the gown with his tongue to flip the eager bud into the open. He sucked her nipple as his fingers searched out the other nip and pulled the gown down, exposing her whole, massive, tit, covered with gooseflesh. He pinched and teased the nipple, then massaged her whole tit in his plump hand.
Louise was starting to breathe more heavily, but she tried to control it to preserve the fantasy.
"You're so beautiful," he said, "Why did you have to die?"
He reached around behind her without lifting her up and unzipped her dress expertly. He peeled it down her body and laid it lovingly beside her on the bed. She was wearing a black garter belt, with black fishnet stockings, black lace panties and no bra. Tenderly, he removed her shoes and set them down by the bed, side by side, very neatly.
The funeral music in the living room seemed louder as the blood pounded in Louise's ears. Now Mr. Apple gently lifted her outside leg. He brought it to the edge of the bed and set her foot carefully down on the floor. Then, he lifted her other leg and pushed it out into the center of the big kind-size bed so that Louise was spread wide.
"Scissors," Mr. Apple said quietly.
Louise flinched and her eyes came open involuntarily. She saw Stacy handing a pair of shining silver scissors to Mr. Apple, whose face never lost its remorseful look. Stacey flashed Louise a look of warming and Louise closed her eyes, squeezing them to keep them from springing open.
Mr. Apple touched Louise's thigh at the edge of her black lace panties and eased two fat fingers under the loose leg band. He slipped the point of the open scissors under the fabric and started cutting. Louise tried not to move or flinch or even breathe. He cunt excruciatingly slowly upward, lifting the waist-band of the garter belt, until he had cut all the way through the panties without once touching Louise's skin with the cold scissors. Then, he made another cut downward and pulled the crotch piece of the panties away. Gently, he pulled the shredded panties out from under Louise and handed them to Stacey, who laid them on top of the shoes.
"Excellent," he whispered. "Beautiful. Remarkably beautiful."
Mr. Apple pushed Louise's inside leg farther away, exposing her pussy further. Louise felt the bed shake as Mr. Apple sat on its edge between her outspread legs. He sat there and stared at Louise's pussy a long time, his breathing becoming coarse. Then he leaned forward in the dark room and squinted down at the puckering pussylips.
"It's too dark in here. I need light to work by."
Stacey brought over a floor lamp and aimed it onto Louise's crotch.
"Yes, better, much better."
He reached out and touched her glaring red cuntlips with both hands, using his thumbs to open them up. Louise caught her breath. Stacey had been right. The intensity of the slow-moving charade and the challenge of trying to remain still were very exciting.
She was motionless as Mr. Apple opened her soft pussy with his gently pulling thumbs. As he pulled the lips back, they made a moist licking sound and a thin thread of pussyjuice ran from one cuntlip to the other. He gently mashed his thumb into it and smeared it all around the puffy red maw. Louise flinched slightly as his thumb mashed into her clit.
"Dirty," said Mr. Apple quietly. "Douche."
"Right here," said Stacey.
Louise opened her eyes just enough to see through the veil of her lush eyelashes. Stacey was handing the nozzle of a douche-bag to Mr.
Apple, holding high the big, bulging bag of water.
Mr. Apple took the long, curved nozzle in hand and aimed it at Louise's pussy. It slipped in between the puckered red cuntlips easily and Mr. Apple eased it in until his fingers were enveloped by her rosy outer cuntlips. He then started rotating the nozzle deep inside Louise's cunt.
"All right," he said to Stacey.
Louise felt warm fluid rushing up her cunt and bathing her pussy as it flowed out over Mr. Apple's hand. As the water trickled out, he slipped a finger in beside the nozzle and wormed it around in her cuntslot. "Warm," he murmured.
All his movements were slow and deliberate. He placed a thumb on her clit and began rotating it in wide circles. It was all Louise could do to keep from thrashing her hips as his finger brought her to the fluttering edge of cumming. The warm water, made even warmer from her cunt, flowed down the crack of her ass and pooled under her.
"Empty," said Stacey quietly.
"All right. Next."
He stood up and gently pulled Louise's legs back together. Then he reached under her and expertly rolled her onto her belly.
"Ready," said Stacey.
Mr. Apple kneeled down beside Louise on the bed. Without spreading her legs at all, he pressed his fingers into the crack of her ass and exposed the puckered brown hole of her ass. As he held her open, he brought the tip of another nozzle up to her asshole and prodded gently forward. The hole winked open and the nozzle went inside the gripping brown orifice. Again he shoved a pudgy finger up inside her alongside the nozzle.
"Ready," he said solemnly.
A jet of warm fluid squirted up Louise's ass. She knew there was no danger of her shitting all over the bed because she was clean. The water continued to fill up her belly, the squirming finger holding the nozzle in tight. Mr. Apple's other hand was softly rubbing the small of her lusciously curved back.
"Empty," Stacey announced.
He pulled the nozzle out. The bed shook as he straddled Louise's limp body and wrapped his arms around her belly. His face rubbed her shoulder blade and his breathing was coarse and uneven. After his slow and gentle treatment, Louise was shocked when he suddenly squeezed his arms tight around her belly, forcing the hot bowel liquid out onto his black suit. It squirted out of her asshole and covered the front of his shirt. He lifted her up and manipulated her ass around so that the spewing fountain would wet down the front of his shirt and pants.
When she was empty, he dropped her to the bed and unfastened his pants. He took out his seven-inch cock and spread Louise's fish-netted legs. In a hurry now, he put the head of his prick in her pussy and shoved from behind. His prick slid into her cunt tunnel and he started fucking furiously.
"Ready?" said Stacey, poised behind him with a new enema bag and a fresh nozzle. "Ready!"
He stopped pumping long enough for Stacey to put the nozzle up his white ass, then he started drilling her again. Stacey brought two of her long fingers into place and jabbed them up his tight ass. The water swirled out around her fingers to fill up Mr. Apple's butt as he pumped his prick into Louise's wet puss.
Louise opened her eyes and looked across the room at the mirrored closet doors. There she saw herself being drilled from behind while Stacey held the long tube securely up inside Mr. Apple's asshole. The sight excited her and she started screwing her ass around.
"No!" yelled Mr. Apple. "You're dead!"
He slapped her ass hard and continued filling her cunthole with his cockmeat. Louise lay as still as possible, but tried to sneak one hand around to her clit from the front.
"Dead, dead, dead!" he cried, pounding her pussy. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Stacey jerked the tube out of his ass and he sank his cock pole into Louise's pussy and started pumping a load of cum into her guts. At the same time, she watched in the mirror as a spurting stream of brownish fluid was being ejected from his jerking ass. Every time his prick squirted cum up her cunt, his ass spat brown water out behind him.
Louise squeezed her cunthole shut around his prick as her own orgasm squirmed inside her pussy. Her pussy tunnel clamped down around his pulsing prick as it spat and foamed his jizz up inside her. Her cunt spasmed again and again as bullets of cum shot out inside her.
When he was done, Mr. Apple backed off and let his limp cock flop out. He pulled up his pants, zipped them, and got off the bed. Louise lay still.
"Razor," he said.
Louise started to get up when she heard Stacey say, "All we have is an electric shaver."
Immediately Louise relaxed.
"All right," said Mr. Apple. "Shaver."
While Stacey was in the bathroom, Mr. Apple turned Louise over onto her back again. He spread her legs out wide and bent one leg back onto her big tit. He pulled up one edge of the sheet and wiped the cum off her pussylips.
Stacey returned with the shaver and plugged it in beside the bed. Mr. Apple switched it on. It sounded to Louise like a vibrator and she started to sweat with anticipation.
"Pull up her other leg," said Mr. Apple.
Stacey sat on the bed and pulled up Louise's leg so that she was fully exposed to Mr. Apple's shaver. He placed it softly on her cuntmound and shaved a neat band across the top, above her puffy red, juicy pussylips.
The vibration so close to her clit made Louise shiver. The next pass was down one side, still not touching the pouting pussylips. Louise could feel the hairs falling into the crack of her ass, tickling her. Mr. Apple's shaver came down the other side of her pussy and Stacey reached over to hold Louise's protruding cuntlips out of the way. He brought the instrument clear down to her asshole and shaved the downy fuzz from around it.
One more pass down the other side and Louise was spasming uncontrollably in orgasm. Her hips bucked up and her gaping cunthole opened and closed with each convulsion. She could not suppress a grunt, as the last waves of her cum expired.
Mr. Apple then leaned down and blew on her pussy and asshole to chase away any stray hairs. Her cunt shone shiny and hairless, dewy with cum that was still dripping out of her pounded pussyhole.
"There," he said. "All done."
"Beautiful," said Stacey. "Look how her little clit pokes out now that all that nasty hair is gone." She put her finger on Louise's clit, making Louise jump.
"Post-mortem reactions," said Mr. Apple, quite seriously.
"Shall I dress her for you?" asked Stacey, just as seriously.
"No," said Mr. Apple. "I still have to put her make-up on her."
Mr. Apple spent two hours painting Louise's hairless cunt with all colors of body paints, then fucking them into a churning brown foam.
It was dark when Louise finally got home.
CHAPTER SIX
Louise jumped at the telephone every time it rang now. Stacey was calling her every day, getting her to come over and do all sorts of kinky things. Louise loved fucking all the men and women Stacey lined up for them but she was terrified that John would get suspicious because she came home late or left suddenly when he was home so often.
But he never questioned her when she said she was going out to comfort Stacey. And since he never came near her sexually, he never had a chance to find out that she was now keeping her cunt shaved as smooth as marble.
One Sunday afternoon after church, the phone rang. John answered it before Louise could get out of the shower.
"Who?" she heard him say as she stepped out of the stall and wrapped a big bath towel around her.
"She's busy right now, but--" John turned to see Louise walking into the living room with the towel held up under her heavy tits, dripping water on the carpet as she entered. John brought the phone down to his chest and covered the mouthpiece with his hand. He looked at Louise in total disgust.
"Louise, what are you doing out here like that?"
"Who is it? Is it for me?" she asked, pulling the towel tighter around her hips.
"Yes." He stuck the phone out and backed away.
She took it. "Hello?"
John went out onto the patio, unable to be in the same house with his scantily clad wife.
"Hello, Louise. This is Marsha. Was that your little preacher man?"
"Yes, Marsha, that was John. What do you want?"
"Well, Stacey asked me to call. She's busy today, but she has someone lined up for you so she asked me if I could let you come here, so to speak. I said sure, as long as I don't have to leave. So, come on over. He'll be here in about an hour."
"Oh, Marsha, is there any way I can beg out of this? I'm afraid John might suspect."
"I really don't think you'd ask me that if you knew anything about this man. Come on. It'll be fun."
Louise squeezed her thighs together and felt the nub of her bare clit rubbing on her hairless pussylips. Her hips jerked spasmodically.
"All right. All right, I'll be there as soon as I can." She hung up and turned to go into the bedroom. John was standing behind her.
"Leaving again?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so, dear. Do you mind?"
"Who is this time? That wasn't Stacey."
"No, dear, it wasn't. That was a neighbor of hers, calling for her. She says Stacey is so distraught that she was not able to call herself."
Louise started past her husband but John hooked his hand into her elbow and stopped her. "I'd rather you didn't go today, Louise. It's Sunday, after all."
"Yes," she said calmly. "But Stacey needs me. She needs me."
She disengaged her arm and walked off into the bedroom. Was he getting suspicious? She wasn't sure. She dressed carefully in her most conservative clothes and kissed him gently on the forehead before she left. He went to the living room window and watched her car pull away.
When Louise got to Marsha's apartment, the man was already there, drinking wine and lounging stark naked on the couch. His bulbous prick was engorged with blood and lay stretched out along his belly, poking up between his ribs. It twitched when Louise introduced herself.
"I'm very glad you could make it," he said. "Now suck my cock."
"Well," she said, "nothing like getting down to business."
She kneeled down beside the couch and looked at his enormous cock, pulsing and pounding with blood, its angry purple head jumping. She took its long shaft in both hands and bent it up toward her. The man groaned as she pulled it away from his body, as if she intended to wrench it right out by the root. His balls, draping down over one thigh, jerked and twitched as she pulled down his prick.
"Unnnmmmmm," he moaned. "Suck it, baby. I got something special for a little girl who does a good job."
Louise put the purple knob to her lips and flashed her tongue out to lick the oozing slit. At the same time, she grasped his ball sack in her other hand and jiggled his balls in rhythm with her tonguing. The man moaned and pumped his hips up, trying to poke through into her mouth.
Louise took the big bulb into her mouth and flipped her tongue all around the sapping head. She squeezed the man's balls lightly, feeling the two heavy eggs inside the hot, loose sack. The man opened his legs and Louise ran her hand down into the crack of his ass. His asshole was hot and hairy and every time he twitched his prick, his bung winked.
The man put both his hands on Louise's head and, holding her steady, lunged forward with his hips. Louise opened her throat and let the man's huge cock slide effortlessly down her slick, hot, gripping gullet. She sucked as hard as she could, running her tongue along the underside of his bumpy prick. Suddenly she thrust upward with her probing finger and went deep into the man's hot ass. He came up off the couch, forcing more of his stiff cockmeat down her throat.
"Aggggghhhhh!" he grunted.
Marsha was watching all this from the chair just a few feet away. She had on a loose-fitting gown, pulled up to her waist, and her hands were busy jamming themselves into her red, hot cunny. She licked her lips as she watched.
Louise was pulling her head back and forth now, jacking the man off with her mouth. One hand was squeezing his sack, the other was jabbing two fingers up the man's ass. He squirmed down on her fingers, screwing himself on them. Louise found a hot little nubbin deep inside his asshole. She pressed it with her fingertip and the man lurched forward.
"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ! Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it! Suck me! Eat my cum! Drink it! Bitch! Whore!"
His balls jerked and danced as they pumped a hefty load of jizz down Louise's throat. He jerked his prick free and pumped his pecker with his fist, unloading another quart of cum all over Louise's face. She lapped it up hungrily, licking it off her cheeks as he sprayed it there. Behind them, Marsha squealed as she came in a sudden burst of squishing cum.
The man leaned back against the back of the couch, panting. "Wow," he said at last. "You sure know how to suck a guy off."
"Thanks. I love an appreciative man." Louise stood up and started undressing. "Ever seen a shaved pussy before?"
"No! You're kidding! Your cunt's shaved?" He sat up with interest.
Louise was down to her panties. She peeled them slowly down, revealing inch by naked inch her smooth, shining, pouting, marble-white cunt. At last it was exposed and her clothes lay in a heap at her feet. She raised one leg and planted her foot on the couch at the man's side.
"By the way, do you have a name?" she said.
Marsha laughed behind Louise. "He has a nickname," she offered.
"Look at that pearly white pussy." The man leaned forward for a close examination.
"Nickname?" said Louise as the man laid a big, meaty hand on her lifted thigh. "What's your nickname?"
"Whip," he said, and moved his hand to her bare cunt.
"Whip?" asked Louise nervously, planting both feet back on the floor.
"Hey," he said, and ran his hand up Louise's leg to her belly, where he rotated it in broad circles, staring across at her protruding clit. "Don't worry about it."
"Yeah," said Marsha from behind. "I know what you like, and I know you'll love old Whip."
Louise put her foot back up on the edge of the couch. "Eat me out, Whip, like I ate you. I'll bet you've never sucked a bald one, either, have you, baby?"
"Nope."
He leaned forward and put his scratchy face in Louise's smooth crotch. His stubbly cheeks rubbed her exposed clit like sandpaper and made her shiver and moan.
"Oh, Whip, baby, that beard of yours is driving me wild. Rub it. Rub my little clitty with it."
Louise thrust out her hips and spread her legs wide open. Whip darted out his tongue, smooth and silky compared with his scratchy face. He lathered up her throbbing clitoris until it was dripping with spit. Love juice was streaming out of Louise's hot cunt and with no hairs to catch it, it ran profusely down her inner thighs, making them shine.
His tongue flipped open her pussy lips expertly and dived into the seething inferno as she grabbed his bobbing head and held it fastened tight to her cunt rim. The hairless pussy was sensitive and electric and allowed his tongue to slither freely from fold to fold, diving effortlessly into every wrinkle and valley, with nothing to snag on. She ground her cunt around on Whip's face and he pulled her closer with his strong hands and mashed his face deep into her hot hole.
"Oh, yes, Whip, eat my juice, unnnnn. Eat it, baby. Eat your little girl's pussy. Eat up inside, that's it, baby, suck it, yeah, lick it, lick it, lick it. Unnnggggnnnnn!"
"Get your whip out, Whip," said Marsha from behind. "I'll get the camera."
Whip came away from Louise's foaming cunt with a sucking smack and gave her grinding pussy one last dog-lick before he pushed her gently away from him and stood up before her.
"How about some pussyjuice down your throat to keep my jizz company?"
He draped his hot mouth over hers and thrust his probing tongue out, searching for hers. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and tasted her own cunt as he fucked his tongue in and out of her lips. She mashed her bare cunt up against his swelling root, which reached clear up between her tits and throbbed there like another heart. She used her hands to squeeze her tits around it and trap it.
"Here we are!" sang Marsha.
Whip stepped away from Louise and reached out to take the instrument Marsha was offering him. Louise saw it and sucked in her breath. It was a long, leather whip, freshly oiled, and its animal scent hung in the air. The leather tendril was seven feet long and the handle Whip was grasping appeared to be solid gold, twelve inches long, in the shape of a thick, massive cock.
Whip held the hand out to Louise to inspect. She grasped it in her trembling hand and looked it over. It felt amazingly like a real prick, with all the details expertly molded in, veins running sensuously up to the spear-shaped head, bumps and ridges along the underside, and a deeply etched slit at the tip. It was bowed slightly, like the real thing, and it was massively heavy.
"Can you guess who modeled for the sculpture?" said Whip, fingering his own long cock suggestively.
Louise looked from one to the other in awe at the size and beauty of the two golden sledges. Whip reached around and took the whip handle from Louise.
"Now, let's have a party!"
In a sudden movement, he raised the whip above his head and cracked it out into the still apartment air. It sounded like a gunshot and Louise jumped. His hand holding the curving golden cock looked obscene and exciting. As he swirled the whip high over his head, it appeared that he was jacking it off. He cracked it again over Louise's head and she jumped. "Jumpy today?"
With a flick of his wrist, he lashed out the long leather tongue and it wrapped tightly around Louise's legs, drawing them together with its force, a black snake winding up her body. The tip lightly slapped her navel, then unwound half a turn, but the thick, black tentacle stayed in place, sewing her legs together.
Marsha clicked a picture. "Oh, this is fun!" she squealed.
Whip walked toward her, the golden handle clutched lovingly in his hand. He stroked it, rubbing the ball-like end, and his own prick jerked and jumped, his hanging balls jiggled, as he petted the golden image. He stood in front of Louise and rubbed her heaving tits with the tip of the dildo-handle. Her nipples jumped out to meet it as the metal, warm from his stroking, sawed back and forth across them. He ran the handle down between her big tits to her navel, growing red from the light sting of the whip's tail.
The obscene golden prick fucked into her navel and she watched the slit on its pointed head go in. Electric feelings welled up behind her navel as he continued to poke it into her belly. Her clit jerked and danced, waiting impatiently for the massive golden cock to rub its throbbing head. Whip started rubbing his own bouncing cockhead, squeezing out drop after drop of pre-cum as he jabbed Louise's navel with the gilt handle. She began meeting his rhythmic thrusts by compressing her asscheeks to steady herself for his jabbing.
Now he moved the golden prick down in a straight line from her navel, slowly, slowly. He stopped at the line where her hair used to grow and rubbed it from hip bone to hip bone as he fondled his own enormous cock. Louise reached out and took over massaging his prick. She rubbed the copious juices back over the hot, stretched skin down into the root and lathered it into his hairs.
"Oh, yeah, baby, rub that root." He thrust his hips forward as Louise jacked the slimy, taut skin back, making the head stretch out.
He moved the golden prick handle down and Marsha snapped a picture just as it contacted Louise's protruding clit. Louise moaned as he rubbed the handle, warm from her hot body, across the head of the distended little nubbin. He positioned the golden slit over the head of her red, throbbing clit and pressed in. Her clit went up inside the hard hole of the handle.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "I'm fucking it!"
She thrust her ass forward as he pushed the prick in between the naked lips of her drippy pussy. Marsha snapped more pictures and the sound of the camera whirring as it churned out the instant photos filled Louise with electric excitement. Whip kept poking her cuntslit with the gilt prod until she felt a gigantic cum gathering at the base of her spine. She fucked forward on the handle, driving her hard little clit into the eye of the golden shaft as she ran her hand up and down the length of Whip's enormous hard-on. Now the fluttering feeling in the depths of her cunt was starting as she hunched the rod, fucking it with her clit.
"Oh, God, I'm cumming! I'm--cumming! Now!"
Marsha snapped a picture as Louise started grinding her ass into the poking prod. Her asshole tweaked and spasmed as the cum boiled up in her crotch and squirted out in spurts from between the puffy red lips under the jabbing golden prick. The milky fluid ran down her legs, clamped together by the clinging leather whip. Whip rubbed the golden prod around her pouting pussylips, lathering it up. At the same time, he began to uncoil the long tongue of the whip from Louise's legs. When she was free, she spread her legs, and Whip thrust the handle between them and rubbed the entrance to her pussyhole, oozing her cum juice.
"Oh, God, that was so gooooooood," she moaned, rubbing the cum on her heaving tits. "So good. Yes, rub my hole with it. Fuck me with it, Whip. Please, fuck me with it. Ram it up my pussy, yes, that's it, baby."
The camera whirred and Marsha squealed with delight as Louise sat down on the couch and opened her legs wide for the golden prick. Whip kneeled on the floor in front of her and inserted the handle just beyond her gaping cuntlips, poising it over her sucking hole.
"Yes," she moaned, "Ram it in, baby. Don't tease me, I can't take that. Please, just shove it up my cunt. I want that gold knob under my ribs, fucking my heart out. Come on, baby, give it to me. Fuck it in! Fuck it!"
Whip applied pressure to the lewd instrument as Marsha continued to photograph the scene. The yellow head slipped in and Louise's lips closed around it like a sucking mouth.
"Oh, yeah, baby, drive it on up. Sink it in, honey. I love to watch it go in, yes, oh, yes, shove it in, fuck me with your whip, fuck me, fuck me. Deeper... Deeper, baby, yes, that's it, unnnn, look at it disappear, God, oh God, I feel it now, oh yessss, now fuck me with it, fuck me!"
Whip had the entire length of the whip handle buried up Louise's screwing cunt. Now he drew it out, watching it slowly reappear.
"Oh, bitch," he whispered, watching it emerge covered with slimy cum. "Oh, you fucking whore, you love this, don't you? You love this hard fucking stick up your cunt. Listen, listen to it. Your fucking puss is sucking it, it's sucking it! You want it again? Huh? Well, here it comes, cunt!"
Whip lunged forward with the handle and gouged it up her gripping channel. Marsha took more pictures as it started squishing and twisting up inside her cunt.
"Oh, God!" Louise cried, looking down at the scene between her wide-spread legs.
Arm muscles rippling with the effort, Whip drove the thick golden pole deep inside her pussy, then drew out slowly, and plunged it home again. The sound was like someone plunging out a stopped-up toilet as he jammed the hard metal meat faster and faster up her cunt. The handle was slimy with cum and the fluid leaked out and ran down Louise's crack into the sofa.
"Yes, baby, fuck me with your whip, fuck me, harder... Ummmnnnn, yeah, faster... Oh, fuck, I'm cumming! I'm--oh, God, screw me!"
Whip ground the last inch of the golden cockshaft deep up into her cunt so that only the black whip showed as Marsha took another picture. It looked like a long, black snake was worming its way up into the hot depths of Louise's steamy cunt as she squirmed around, making it wiggle between her legs.
While Louise was still cumming, cumming hard, Whip grabbed her hips and flipped her deftly over onto her stomach on the couch. With the handle still buried out of sight inside her, its seven-foot length trailing out of her cunt like a tail, he rudely inserted his thumbs between her asscheeks and spread her open. Her asshole was smeared with pussyjuice and eased the way for his long, throbbing prick as it popped its probing head past her sphincter and into her ass.
"Oh, Whip, baby, fuck her ass out!" Marsha squealed. "Fuck her little asshole!"
The camera whirred at close range as Whip sank his cockmeat into her churning, burning butt. It was a tight fit, with the twin shafts taking up all the room inside her. Louise squirmed under him as he leaned his weight into her and mashed his cockmeat home to the balls.
"Oh, God, that's tight." He pumped his hips, then slowly drew his big prick out for another slam. Grunting, he thrust forward and his big red prick disappeared up her butt. "How's that baby? Huh?"
"Unnnnn! Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me!"
She lifted her ass up for him to ram. The black tail of the whip trailed behind and his balls slapped it repeatedly as he banged into her butt again and again, twelve inches of massive cockmeat screwing up into her ass. He battered her butt until his balls drew up into two tight little nuts and he blasted his load into her bowels.
"Agggghhhhh!" he grunted, long and loud as the cum spurted out like cannon fire.
He reached under his nuts and grabbed the whip where it trailed out of Louise's pussy. He gripped it firmly, still spewing spunk in her ass, and started fucking her with it. He could feel the golden cockshaft rubbing the head of his own prick as he poured out his sperm. He fucked her in both holes until he lay across her back, limp from cumming.
His prick started to shrink back, but the whip handle stayed deliciously hard inside Louise's insatiable cunt. She wriggled her hard-fucked ass for more as Marsha delightedly took picture after picture.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The phone rang early Monday morning, while John was working in his home office. Louise ran to get it before he could.
"Hello?"
"Hello, dear, Stacey here."
"Stacey, John is home today. Let me call you back later."
Louise heard a click on the line. Her heart jumped--and John picked up the extension. "Now, now, little hairless one. I need you.
We need you."
"Stacey, I know you are ill and that you need my support, but--"
"What--oh, I see. Yes, that's it, Louise dear, I am, so sick. You know, I don't know if I have the strength to fix anything to eat for lunch. I need to eat, or I'll--die."
"Stacey, don't be morbid."
John's voice came on the line, making Louise jump with fear. "Stacey? Don't worry, Louise and I will be over in half an hour. I think you need much more than just lunch."
"Oh, John, you are a dear," said Stacey coolly. "But, really, I simply couldn't receive any guests today. I look a mess. Please don't embarrass me, John, I really mustn't be seen. It's my hair, you see, it--it--well--"
"Never mind," said John. "I'm sorry, I won't force you, but try to remember, we're praying for you." Click.
"Be here in half an hour, Louise." Click.
Louise hung up. John came into the living room.
"Louise, this situation sounds serious. Her hair is falling out, isn't it? Yet she called you hairless. She must have some very deep psychological problems." He looked at his wife with his serious brown eyes.
Louise looked her husband up and down. Her cunt ached for his big prick. All she really wanted was to wrap her legs around his slender waist and ride him until his balls ached. Boldly, she went to him and put her arms around his waist. She pulled him to her, feeling him tense against it.
"Oh, John, I don't want to go, please make me want to stay here with you, John, please make love to me, please."
His cheeks were drained of color and he stared down at her, appalled, "Louise, you're acting like a slut. You know very well--"
"All I know is that I love you, and I want--I want--oh, hell, John, I want to fuck you! Fuck you!"
She stood on her tiptoes and mashed her mouth down on his lips. He drew them into a tense line and would not allow her probing tongue between them. With surprising strength, he took her arms and pushed her back from him.
"You talk like a whore! How dare you use profane language in this house!" He slapped her hard across the face, whipping her head around, her long dark hair flying out to the side. "I'll teach you, you little slut!" His eyes were glazed over as he dragged her off into the bathroom.
Louise was so surprised at the sudden turn of events that she could do nothing but follow along as he pulled her roughly into the bath. With powerful hands, he shoved her into the shower stall fully clothed in jeans and a tight, white t-shirt. Her unhaltered tits jiggled like water balloons as he shoved her into the stall.
"You're filthy!" he screamed at her. "Filthy!"
Her husband the preacher had turned into a maniac. Louise felt her hairless pussy inside the tight jeans throbbing with excitement as he turned on the cold water. The shower massage was rotated to the pulsing position and the cold streams of water jetted out onto her chest. She screamed and the cold cascade took her breath away and soaked into her t-shirt, molding it to her big tits as her chest heaved spasmodically. The nipples hardened instantly and poked through the thin white fabric. The shirt was tucked into the jeans and pulled down on the taut, jutting pebbles. Her crotch was on fire.
"You are nothing but a filthy whore to talk like that in this house! And after what I found you doing!"
John was practically in the ice-cold shower with her as he held her pinned under the spray. The water pulsed out, assaulting her huge tits in a fucking rhythm. Louise arched her back, shivering, driving her big nipples up toward the jetting spray. John's hands sometimes brushed her big, swaying tits as he struggled to hold her in place. Her hair was soaked with cold water and it streamed down her back and into the back of the jeans. All her clothes hung to her like skin, but icy cold. Her crotch was soaked now, with pussy juice as well as the cold water.
As John continued to hold her in front of the shower, his grip grew painfully tight and his eyes were glazed and distant. He was mumbling to himself as he held her and she struggled. The more she fought him, the more her husband's gripping hands came into accidental contact with her waggling tits. Her nipples were so hard they ached and they protruded like hard little pricks, throbbing with cold. She put her hands up to cover them and started to manipulate them.
"No!" John cried, seeing her hands on her nipples. "You whore! Don't!"
He reached to grab her hands away, but his palm came flat up against her swaying tit and the hard nipple drilled into his hand. He left it there as if he were hypnotized, the water pulsing down on the back of his hand. Then he squeezed her tit and Louise moaned with pleasure. She was ready to cum. He squeezed her tit hard, still in a trance. Now he rubbed it, around and around in big circles, mauling her fleshy tit under the shower. His mouth hung open as he watched his own hand milking her tit through the clinging wet t-shirt.
"You really do love me, don't you, Mama? Just me? You really want me to do this, Mama?"
Louise looked at his face. He seemed to be in another world, another time, as his disembodied hand stroked and rubbed her tit. Suddenly, still trance-like, he took the neck of the shirt in his fist and tore it down the front. Louise's tits flopped out and her nipples jumped out to their full length.
"Oh, God," she whispered.
She was on edge of an orgasm, but she was afraid to make a move, afraid of breaking the spell. The pulsing spray stung her naked flesh and bounced up into her face off her nipples.
John, staring at his heretical hand, took a nipple between two fingers and rolled it. Louise tried not to moan, tried to remain still, to prolong this ecstatic ordeal. He took hold of the edges of the raggedly ripped shirt and spread them open. Her huge tits jutted out like mountains. Louise was breathing heavily under the cold pulse. She watched her husband just staring at her tits.
Afraid the spell was about to dissolve, she said, "I want to fuck you!"
"Whore!"
John's eyes darted up to hers and his hand lashed out to slap her face again. Her wet hair flung around and lashed her face as her head twisted violently around. His hand went to her waistband and his fingers went in between her goose-fleshed belly and the snap. With one violent rip, her jeans were gaping open and the cold spray was battering her smooth mound.
She suppressed a moan as he roughly jerked her jeans down to her knees. Then he stood, half in the shower, and looked at her white cunt, its pink lips protruding like tongues.
"Filthy," he whispered as he stared. "You filthy woman. You liar. I'm going to clean his sperm out of you."
Louise had no idea what might be happening inside her husband's mind as he reached for the slippery soap. She watched him lather his hands and forearms, the soap frothing in the hair as he scrubbed himself furiously. While he worked, Louise stepped quietly out of the jeans and spread her legs to let the jet-stream throb down onto her cunt.
Now John had the big, green bar of soap in his hand and he stepped into the shower, fully dressed, in front of Louise. The cold spray hit him in the back, making him hunch his broad, masculine shoulders up to his neck. His eyes were wild as he looked down at Louise's cunt.
"You're nothing but a filthy whore, you slut!"
Louise backed up against the shower wall and opened her legs slightly. Her cunt was churning out big globs of cream which ran down her leg like soap suds and gathered on the stall floor.
"Slut," John said, and he reached out his soapy arms.
He put the bar of soap directly on Louise's cunt. It slipped out of his hand and banged onto the floor and his lathered hand slid up against her pussy. Louise could not suppress a moan now. This was the first time in ten years that her husband had put his hand on her aching cunt. She spread her legs, bent her knees, and thrust out her pelvis.
"I'm dirty," she moaned. "I'm so dirty! Wash me out!"
"Filthy!" John screamed, and his hand started moving back and forth in her cunt.
The cunt lips opened up readily under his slick and slimy fingers and soon a frothy lather was churned up and covered her mound like white hairs. His fingers slipped into all the nooks and crannies of her slippery cunt, rubbing her clit, pulling her lips apart, and then as he pressed harder, two of his scrubbing fingers slipped up inside her hole. Louise rubbed her tits as her husband scrubbed out her box with a vengeance. His hand went back farther with every stroke until he was slipping a finger up her butt as well.
"You are filthy, you slut. His sperm is everywhere! Look at it, it's bubbling out of you! I have to clean you out! Filthy!"
John ran three bunched-up fingers deliberately up her cunt, ramming up hard and screwing them in, scrubbing the walls of her cunt hole. Louise steadied herself against the wall as she felt herself starting to cum. John was bending low for leverage as he screwed the three fingers up into her soapy cunt, until eventually, Louise was sitting on the shower floor and John was kneeling, soaking Wet, water running down his face like sweat, between her wide-open thighs.
Louise ground her hips and let her upper body fall out of the shower. She stretched out on the bathroom floor while John worked a fourth finger up her cunthole. The soap suds from his wild agitation was covering her thighs and belly now. He could not even see her cunt as he brought his thumb into the act and forced it up alongside his probing, scrubbing fingers.
"Oh, God, you're fist-fucking me," Louise breathed, moving her hands down to her crotch to feel her husband's rippling muscles as he forced his hand into her.
The soap made it easier, but it was still painful when her pussy stretched open to let his hand pop in past the knuckles. She felt it with her hands, sliding her fingers up and down his hairy, soapy arm as it wriggled and squirmed in her pussy, going in and in and in. His fingers were clamped and immobilized inside her hot, frothy pussy. He started twisting and rotating his arm like a washing machine agitator. She felt his wrist bones crack and snap with the effort and his tendons and muscles rippled and flexed inside her. Now he was pumping her like a piston, fucking her with his arm, which disappeared up inside her in the suds.
Louise came fiercely on her husband's hand as he churned his trapped fingers inside her pussy, deep up in her belly. One of his wriggling fingers was teasing the place where the dildo had penetrated a few days before, trying to gain entrance. When the first knuckle popped through the tight ring of flesh, she came again, churning and grinding her hips. Somewhere, in the recesses of her mind, she was afraid she would snap his arm in two like a twig as she squirmed down on it but the thrashing cum took over and she fucked down hard on his twisting hand.
She grunted and bucked on the wet bathroom floor as the last dregs of orgasm came wrenching out of her soapy pussy. Now John was pulling his hand out, slowly, inch by inch, until his knuckles appeared and his fingers slid out of her clutching pussy.
Louise propped up on her elbows, the soaking shreds of her tattered t-shirt oozing down off her shoulders. She looked down between the legs at her husband, still kneeling there. He was unzipping his wet slacks and he reached in and hauled out his swollen cock. It was the first time Louise had ever seen it fully erect and she gasped at its magnificent size and beauty. He held the gigantic prick in both hands and looked up at Louise. His eyes were still glazed.
"This is your fault," he said, his voice shaking.
Blue veins stood out along the sides of the angry red prick as it pounded in his hands. His hands started going up and down the long shaft, soaping it up with lather as the shower continued to pulse behind him. John closed his eyes and his eyeballs started jerking and twitching under the lids as a vision only he could see undulated in his mind. He pulled his head back until his mouth came open and he ran his tongue along his lips, water streaming down his slack jaws. His hands started up and down his long, thick shaft, skinning the flesh back as he poked forward with his hips. Louise watched in fascination as he humped his fists. Quietly, while his eyes were closed, she got up on her knees on the wet bathroom floor and leaned down to his cockhead. She flicked out her tongue and grazed the pussy slit. He lunged forward and she opened her mouth. He lunged again and his prick slipped past her lips. Then excitedly, he started pumping his prick into her mouth and Louise wiggled her ass in the air as she ate his club with delight. She went down on him all the way, slamming her nose into his hairs, and she scooped his balls up out of his loose pants. She fondled the heavy package of nuts as she licked and sucked his soapy cock noisily, making lewd slurping sounds. He kept on flipping it to her, deep down her hot, tight throat, as she chewed and tongued his prick.
"I'll teach you," he whispered as he pumped. "I'll teach you, you little slut. He dirtied your womb, he ruined you. I'm going to clean it out good, then I'm going to defile you. I'm going to sodomize you! I'm going to--to--fuck your ass! Fuck your ass!"
John started pumping hard up into Louise's throat as she squeezed his balls. She felt them contract, felt the cum racing along the incredibly long, blood-engorged shaft and then detonate against her tonsils in a shower of red-hot sparks. John took hold of her head and mashed her mouth against his belly as he unloaded his seed down her gorge.
"You won't get away with this!?" he cried, still wrenching globs of cum out of his loaded sack. "You're a filthy whore!"
Finally it was over and John leaned back against the toilet on the floor. His eyes were still closed as he nursed his still-swollen prick. Louise looked at his now-calm face and wondered what in the world all his maniacal ravings had meant. She rubbed her throat, aching from his pummeling, but glowing with relief and happiness that she had at last sucked the seed from her husband's prick. And he had touched her, deep inside her, entered her womb where it still throbbed from his huge fist's intrusion.
The phone rang.
"Oh, my God," Louise whimpered. "Stacey!" She left John on the bathroom floor and ran naked into the living room to answer the phone. "Hello?"
"What are you doing, dear? You were supposed to be here an hour ago." Stacey's voice was hard and impatient, as if she were speaking through clenched teeth.
"I'm sorry, I've been delayed. I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Hurry, I've got a hot one."
Louise went into the bedroom. John was lying naked on his bed, sound asleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Louise finally arrived at Stacey's apartment, she had a female friend there.
"Well, Louise," said Stacey, eyeing her as she entered the apartment. "You look like the cat that ate the canary--or something. What happened? Getting some free stuff on the side?"
"Never mind," Louise said, and sat down on the couch next to the tall, beautiful woman in the slinky silver dress. "I'm Louise. What's your name?"
"Ann," she said shyly.
Stacey came around to the front of the couch and looked at Louise with her hands planted on her hips. "Well, aren't we getting pushy? It just so happens Ann likes the submissive type, right Ann? Now, Ann, I'm ready if you are."
Stacey began to lift her dress over her head and Ann stood up from the couch and slid her silver dress down over her undulating hips. She was stark naked underneath and her body was incredibly, lusciously beautiful. Louise sucked in her breath at the sight of Ann's globular tits thrusting out into the air, her swayed back curving deliriously down to her flared hips and her blonde, sparsely haired bush delicately rimming the barely visible pink pussy lips. Louise licked her lips, longing to stab her tongue into Ann's pussy.
"Don't get excited too fast," said Stacey. "Ann wants to watch you and me, just like the old days, eating each other out for all we're worth." Stacey's naked body glistened with oil and her cunt shone with cunt dew. "Eat it, bitch!"
"I have an idea," said Ann quietly. She was so quiet that Louise could hardly imagine her taking a dominant role. "Let's take dear Louise's clothes off her and make her eat out your--your--vagina--and then--"
"Of course!" cried Stacey, clapping her hands together like a child. "Of course! What a wonderful punishment for being so rude and being late! I love it! Let's get started!"
Stacey moved close to Louise, and started unbuttoning Louise's blouse. She yanked the blouse out of Louise's jeans roughly and pushed the opened front back to expose her glorious, proud tits. Ann moaned as she watched from Louise's elbow. "Oh, what beautiful--beautiful--tits."
Stacey unfastened Louise's jeans and zipped them down, knowing she did not have to be the least bit careful about catching any stray hairs in the zipper. It came down clean and exposed the silky smooth mound.
"Oh," said Ann. "Oh, oh dear, you have a lovely--a lovely--uh, you know."
"Pussy," said Stacey helpfully. "Ann here has a little speech impediment, Louise dear. She has trouble saying pussy, tits, cunt, cock, you know, all those nasty words. She drives me absolutely wild when she says, 'Oh, Stacey, please put your digit up my vagina while I kiss your rectum.' Isn't that maddening? Give me a good hairless pussy fuck any day." She rammed her hand into Louise's damp cunny and rubbed the wet lips, making Louise grunt. "That's it. That's all you get. You've been a bad girl. First you're late, then you insult me. No more cucumbers up your sweet ass, my dear."
"Louise," said Ann softly, tentatively. "Please get on the floor with Stacey. I want to watch you--watch you--put your tongue in her--"
"Fuck me with her tongue!" Stacey cried impatiently. "For Christ's sake! Can't you just say, 'I want to see you fuck Stacey with your tongue?' " Louise felt her stomach flip-flop at the thought of sticking her tongue into Stacey's luscious pussy. Stacey was positioning herself on the floor, Ann on the couch with her knees drawn up and her beautiful blond pussy open to the world. She already had her finger on her clit; ready to push her ignition. Stacey was on the floor on her back, legs spread, pink pussylips gaping open, oozing dew. Louise kneeled down between her legs and then dove into Stacey's cunt.
Stacey moaned as Louise attacked her maw. "That's right, you fucking little bitch whore! Eat out my poor little pussy. It's been so long since your lovely little lips were plastered up against my clit. That's it, baby, chew it for old Ann. Bite down on that clitoris and rape me with your tongue." She laughed like a mad woman. "Remember when we used to do this, Louise? Remember?" She pulled Louise's head deeper up into her crotch, and Louise snuffled and sucked and lapped. "We used to do this for those kinky little football players and their fat little coach, yeah, we did. Oh, God, baby, yeah, suck me out. Eat it, eat it!"
Stacey wrenched her ass up in the air as Louise wrang an orgasm out of her dripping hole. The hole closed in on Louise's tongue as she fucked it up into Stacey's pussy.
"Oh, my, oh, my... " said Ann quietly from the couch, her own orgasm ringing in her spasming cunt. She squeezed down hard on three probing fingers as she rubbed her clit fiercely.
Louise straightened up and wiped off her mouth. Stacey's cunt still smelled and tasted as sweet as it had when Louise had sucked her cum out in the locker room. Stacey watched her as she licked her fingers, one at a time, lapping up the pussyjuice.
"You're having much too much fun, dear," said Stacey, jumping to her feet. "What do you think, Ann?" Ann nodded. "Much too much. She was very rude to you and then she seemed to enjoy--you know--"
"Reaming out my cunt?"
"Yes, that," said Ann, blushing.
"That's what I thought, too. What shall we do about it?"
"Let's tie her up and make her watch us." Ann looked dreamily down at Louise. "I think she's rather taken with me and she'd like to--you know--have sex--with me."
Ann was right, in her way. Louise wanted nothing more right now than to thrust her fingers up Ann's sweet, shivering pussy. Her own cunt swelled up to bursting at just the thought. It would be torture to watch anything being done to this lovely creature and not be able to participate.
"Please... " Louise said weakly, gazing at Ann's monstrous, round tits.
"Ann, I believe you've really hit on something here. I'll get the rope."
"Oh, goodie," Ann said quietly. "You're really very rude, Louise. You deserve worse." She put her hands on her nipples and tweaked them into long, hard nubs for Louise's benefit.
Stacey came back with several lengths of rope. "This little table is going to come in hardy again, Louise. You just hop up here, dear, and we'll get you all fastened up."
Louise got up on the table which Joe had modified to fuck her so thoroughly with his homemade contraption. She straddled it, remembering the day her womb had first been penetrated. A glob of jizz dripped off her oozing lips and puddled on the tabletop at the very thought of the long dildo invading her inner depths.
"Oh, well, now, we can't have you on your stomach, where you might be able to squirm around and--shall we say--stimulate yourself? No, no that won't do at all. On your back, Missy."
Louise turned over onto her back on the skinny table, being careful not to upset it. She stretched out and let Stacey arrange her body as it suited her.
Stacy tied Louise's hands to the table legs, down to her side. Her big tits splayed out flat and the nipples pointed up and off to the sides like some wall-eyed fish. Then she turned Louise's head so that she would have to look at the middle of the living room floor and secured her head there with a rope across her forehead. Then she tied Louise's ankles together and lashed her feet to the end of the long table.
"There! All done. How does she look, Ann?"
Ann walked over to the table and Louise watched her approach. Her swaying tits were absolutely massive and her round little belly protruded ever so slightly, deeply dimpled by her belly button. Her hips flared just right and swung from side to side as she walked. When she reached the table, Ann put both her hands on Louise's fanned-out tits and rubbed her hardening nipples.
"Isn't she lovely?" she cooed. "Even lovelier all tied up. Look at her--her--"
"Cunt?" said Stacey, watching.
"Stacey, you're much too nasty. I was going to say--her--her--lovely labia. Her labia. How they puff up when she's excited. Oh, dear, I shouldn't have said 'puff up'--I meant--engorge.' See?" Ann pointed to Louise's pussy, the lips of which were indeed puffing up.
"Yes, she has a lovely little cunny. But don't do that anymore. You're making her cream all over the table. We don't want her to have any fun, remember?"
"Yes, no fun for Louise. Poor Louise."
Ann waved her hand at Louise, turned her back to her and leaned over at the waist. She brought both hands up behind her and used her long, slender fingers to pry open her asscheeks. Louise looked into her hot crack and licked her lips at the beautiful, winking asshole.
She gazed into the depths of the brown, puckered hole in Ann's steaming ass. Ann bent over farther, exposing the pink meat below her asshole and moving her hands down to spread the luscious, moist lips apart for Louise to drool over. Louise moaned at the sight.
"Ha ha ha!" cackled Stacey. "This was a wonderful idea you had, Ann."
She reached over and lightly rubbed the cheek of Ann's ass, then ran her fingers into the brown, puckered crack. They were right under Louise's nose and she could smell the steamy aroma of Ann's musk as Stacey slowly wormed a finger down into the pink mass of flesh below Ann's asshole. The finger pulled back one bright pink pussy lip like the petal of an exotic flower.
"Please put your finger inside my vagina, Stacey."
"Oh, for God's sake, Ann! Just say it! Just say, "Stacey, cram that pussy-fucking finger into my mother-fucking cunthole!"
"Oh, Stacey, don't be so nasty. Just--Oh!"
Stacey had aimed her probing finger right at Ann's unguarded hole and shoved, burying it to the palm. Right in front of Louise's face, she started screwing and twisting the finger around inside Ann's lovely, cushy cunt. She fucked Ann with one finger, drawing it out and poking it in, until Ann gyrated her hips around and clawed at her ass.
"Orgasm! I feel an orgasm!" Ann cried in her meek voice.
"Come on, you little goody-two-shoes! Bring mama one juicy cunt-shot! Squirt it out on Little Louise's face!"
She poked and jabbed with the finger, the red meat around it sucking and squishing as if Stacey were a mashing a ripe, succulent watermelon. Suddenly, Ann's ass shivered and she straightened her knees and bowed her back, letting her huge tits hang down and swing like coconuts.
Stacey pulled her screwing finger out at just the right moment and Ann's milky white cum squirted out the rear like a man's jizz. Louise was amazed when the sweet thick spunk splashed on her cheek.
Quickly, Stacey wiped the jizz off Louise's face. "No fair tasting," she said, leaving Louise to moan and sigh and lick her lips, trying to get one good taste of the oozing honey from Ann's fiery pussy.
"Oh, Stacey," Ann moaned as she straightened up. "Your finger is so good. But--no offense--do you suppose we could use the vibrator?" She blushed and looked down at the carpet, smiling virginally.
"Of course! What a wonderful idea!"
Stacey went to a desk and opened a drawer. She withdrew a ten-inch vibrator and switched it on. Its loud buzz filled up the room. Louise squirmed and wriggled, aching for just one touch of the magic vibrator. Her clit was throbbing--she needed fucking.
Stacey was pulling an arm chair up close to Louise. Ann plopped her sweet, round ass down into it and hooked her legs over the flaring arms. She put her fingers in her crotch and peeled back the tight lips of her pink pussy, then, watching what she was doing with closely bent head, chin on her chest, tits ballooning out over her arms, she peeled the sheath back from her thin-skinned clit with one finger.
Louise watched, fascinated but tortured. She could not move an inch.
"There it is, Stacey, dear. There's my--you know."
"Your clit, Ann, your ever-loving, mother-fucking clit! Say it! For God's sake, just say it!"
"Clit!" Ann spat. "Oh, dear, Stacey, you're horrid."
Stacey bent to her task with the buzzing vibrator in her bony fingers. She took on Ann's job of holding the clit exposed while Ann leaned her blond head back over the back of the chair. Her cunt hole squeezed shut in anticipation. Louise knew that one brief touch of the vibrator was enough to send a woman over the edge so fast she didn't know what had happened. Ann was ready for that.
Stacey brought the long buzzer down to Ann's clit and touched the tip of it to the purple bud. Instantly, her ass flew up off the chair, and it was all Stacey could do to hold the vibrator on the spot. Ann flipped her ass up and down like a bucking bronco, cumming again and again and screaming at the top of her lungs. Stacey refused to release her from the grinding, blinding electric orgasm.
"Oh!" Ann cried, then to everyone's surprise, she screamed out: "Oh mother-fucker, cock-sucker, goddamned son-of-a-fucking-bitch! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! You whore! You slut! Fuck it fuck it fuck it!"
At last, she shoved Stacey's hand away and cupped her pounding clit in both hands.
"I knew you had it in you, Ann," said Stacey. "You're nasty."
Ann looked up at Stacey and whispered, "Cunt."
CHAPTER NINE
Louise got home that night very late to find John sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee. She was uncertain what to say to him, so she went in to pour herself a cup of coffee without saying anything. Her pussy was twitching with desire after watching Ann and Stacey go through hours of their routine without once cumming herself.
"Louise, will you put on another pot of coffee?" John's voice sounded very cool and matter-of-fact.
"Of course, dear."
"I must've been very tired this afternoon. It's funny, but I can't seem to recall anything after I stopped working on my sermon. I've been sitting here thinking about it and all I remember is the phone ringing, and talking to poor Stacey for a few moments, and then waking up on the bed just a few minutes ago."
Louise went to him and cradled his head against her breast. He did not try to resist. "You're tired, John. You've been working too hard."
"I suppose so... by the way, what happened in the bathroom? Did the drain clog up or something?"
Louise laughed lightly. "You might say that. I'll get another cup of coffee."
While Louise was pouring his coffee, she silently undid the two buttons of her blouse and slipped it back on her shoulders. She took the cup in and sat down at the table.
"Thanks," said John, glancing up at her tits, which swelled and strained against the tight blouse. He looked away quickly and shifted in his chair.
The phone rang and Louise jumped involuntarily. John put his cup down and pushed his chair back. "If that's Stacey, I will not allow you to go over there after just getting home," he said. "You look as tired as I feel."
It rang again, and he went to the living room and answered. Louise closed her eyes and crossed her fingers, hoping it was a wrong number, a prank call, anything but Stacey. She wanted to try to seduce her husband again.
John spoke softly, hung up, and returned to the kitchen.
"It's old Mr. Jacobs. I have to go up to the hospital." Without another word, he was out the door, in the car, and gone.
Louise laid her head down on the table. Just as she was deciding to go out onto the dark patio with the baby oil and her hidden dildo, the phone rang again. She answered it before it could ring a second time.
"Louise, listen, this is Stacey. Don't say anything, just listen. Remember the man with the golden whip? The one you met at Marsha's? He's on his way over to your house right now. He just beat the shit out of me and got your address out of my purse. If he blows it for you--for us--I'll kill you! You mustn't let him in, do you hear? He'll ruin everything!"
Just then, a furious pounding started on the front door. Louise hung up the phone Stacey was still screaming at her. She looked out the window through the drawn drape and saw Whip beating his fist on the door. He was smiling. He turned suddenly and caught Louise looking out the window. Louise snapped the drape shut and the pounding stopped. Everything was quiet.
Her heart was pounding as hard as Whip's fist had been, banging up against her ribs and drumming in her ear. She leaned her trembling cheek up against the smooth wall and waited. Her heart was pounding, pounding, pounding, so loudly that it was all she could hear as she waited for something, or nothing, to happen. She was imagining John walking in and finding her slung across the kitchen table with a golden whip handle screwed up her ass, its black tail trailing out onto the floor.
She shut her eyes tight and that's when she felt the hand on her shaking shoulder. She screamed and whirled around. Whip was standing behind her, grinning into her horrified face.
"You should learn to lock your patio door. No telling what kind of creeping crud might decide to stroll in and--rape you."
His hand went slowly to her unbuttoned blouse and pulled back the edge, peeking inside at her big round tit. Her heartbeat was so strong it was visible in the vibrating flesh of her luscious globes. "What are you going to do?"
"What do you care?" said Whip. "Any dame who lets a man shove a whip handle up her cunt has gotta like just about anything a man might want to do to her, right?" He slipped his hand into her blouse and started to fondle her tit. "You've got the biggest titties I've ever seen on a bitch-dog like you. So firm, and round... like that? Huh? You sure liked it when old Whip shoved the meat down your throat, didn't you, baby? Huh? And, man oh man, when I fucked you with the whip handle, God, you couldn't get enough! Remember?" He squeezed her tit hard, bringing tears to her eyes. "Remember?"
"Yes, I remember."
"Well, I didn't bring it with me, too bad for you, but I got the real number, right here in my pants." He squirmed his rock-hard prick up against her. "You like the real thing, don't you, baby?"
"Yes," breathed Louise as he twisted against her and looked down into her face with a sinister grin.
"Yeah, you like it up the old kazoo, as that whore Stacey would say. Yeah, you've got a nice little kazoo, too, nice and tight, and hot, and juicy. Just right for fucking." He pushed her blouse down off her shoulders, exposing her tits completely. "Still, I like to shove things up ladies' cunts, know what I mean? All kinds of things. I once stuck a pop bottle up my sister's pussy, at her request, you understand. And my ex-wife loved it when the squash got big enough to pick--or poke. I don't know, there's something about watching a great big hunk of something sliding up a woman's cunt that turns me on. Know what I mean?"
Louise knew exactly what he meant. It was exciting for her, too. She had loved the whip handle. She loved dildoes. She loved the fruits and vegetables. They never got soft.
"Step outta those jeans, lady."
He stepped back so that Louise could have room to pull down her pants. The blouse fell off her shoulders in the process and fell to the floor, leaving her completely nude.
"Ummmm, you do have one fine body, lady. That bald pussy really turns me on. It looks just like my little sister's cunt when I first started fucking her with pop bottles." He took hold of Louise's tits and pulled her by the nipples over to the couch. "Just lie back here while I munch on your pussy for a couple of days."
He pushed Louise back onto the couch and forced her legs apart. Then he dived into her cunt. Louise moaned. She needed to cum so much! She bucked her ass up to meet his probing tongue. It slithered in between her pussylips and scorched a path up her cunt canal, where it drank down all the juicy jizz she was squirting out.
"Oh, Whip, eat me, that's it, yes, I love it. Get it in there, baby."
Getting caught was now the farthest thing from her mind. All she wanted now, all she needed was to cum, again and again. She ground her ass against his burrowing tongue.
"Deeper, deeper, eat my ass out... "
Whip moved down to her winking asshole and drove his tongue up inside the brown channel. "Oh! Yes, yes, eat my shit out... "
She pulled her legs up to her tits and watched Whip ream out her asshole as she wriggled on the couch. He lifted his head to look at her face.
"I sure wish I had a goddamn telephone pole to shove up this pretty pussy of yours. Look at it, just begging for some long, hard piece of man-made material to go squishing up that ooze-hole."
Just then, the phone rang. Louise looked over at it, then looking at Whip.
"Well?" he said. "Let's see who it is."
While Whip started diddling her clit with his finger, Louise picked up the phone.
"Has he shown up yet?" It was Stacey. "Well? Louise?"
Whip heard the screaming voice on the line and recognized it. "That dog," he said, and took the phone from Louise's hand. He started to hang up on the raving woman, but he stopped and looked at the receiver with new interest. "Not exactly a telephone pole, but close enough."
He took the earpiece and put it at the entrance of Louise's pussyhole. The screaming of Stacey's voice set up vibrations in it which tickled Louise's clit and made her wiggle her ass against the instrument.
"Here we go," said Whip, and used one hand to open the bright pink lips of her pussy.
He worked the knob of the black phone past the first ring of muscles and stopped, admiring how it looked protruding from the stretched pink lips. The black phone buzzed inside her pussy like a bee as Stacey continued to screech into it. Louise was amused to think that Stacey was going to provide her with a decent fuck tonight after all. Whip started bearing down on the black cock, curling it as he went, winding it up into her cunt tunnel.
"Oh, God, I've never been fucked with a phone before." She squirmed down on it.
"Sure you have, baby. Every month, when you get the bill." He laughed outrageously and squinted as he concentrated on the perversity of shoving a telephone up a woman's cunt. "Look at your sweet pussy sucking that baby home! There. All gone. That's a good girl."
Louise looked down into her crotch, past her big tits. All that was visible was the black cord coming coiling out of her aching cunt. And deep in her belly, the constant squawking of Stacey's frantic voice kept her womb buzzing.
"Let me just suck on your little clitty now." Whip leaned forward and latched onto her clit with his lips.
"Oh, God, I love it! Don't stop." She stretched out on the couch and reached out for Whip's loins. "Give it to me, give me your prick."
Whip quickly unleashed his long, hard hunk of prick and kneeled at the sides of her head, letting her guide the big knob into her mouth. She sank her lips around it and sucked out the globs of pre-cum that had gathered in the head. His big balls dangled down over her nose as she tongued his cock. His smell was rank, and his butthole floated over her eyes like an annoying fly. She reached up and inserted one long finger into the inviting orifice.
"Agggghhhhh! Goddamn fucking Almighty! Gonna pull that trick again, huh?"
He thrust downward, laying his ball sack across the bridge of her nose and completely impaling his ass on her fucking finger. At the same time, his long prick slid right down her throat and he started pumping his ass, drilling his gullet with his rock-hard cockmeat. The squawking on the phone inside Louise's pussy had stopped and had been replaced by a constant hum of the dial tone. It tickled her and she thrashed her ass around as Whip chewed her clit up to a climax. She flailed around on the couch as the tone inside her seemed to signal her orgasm, and then she exploded in a frenzy of flashing lights and colors, humping the buried dial tone deep inside her canal.
At the same time, Whip's prick swelled in her throat, jerked and started spitting as she continued to mash her finger into his asshole.
"Yeah, yeah!" he yelled. "Eat that cum! Suck it up hard!"
Whip started extracting his long cock from Louise's throat. She swallowed the last of his load as he popped the head from her mouth. He swung his leg out to the side as if he were getting off a horse and stood up beside the couch.
"You sure look sweet with that cord trailing out of your cunt. But you know what? I think you'd look better with it coming out of your ass."
He reached for the cord and Louise prepared to be fucked in the ass with the telephone. Suddenly headlights shone in the driveway.
"John!" Louise sat up and started frantically clawing at the black mouthpiece which was just starting to protrude from her cuntlips. "It's my husband! Help me!"
Whip slipped into his pants, zipped them, and hoisted his balls into position. "I'm gone, lady. I may be a pervert, but I'm not into murder." And he left like a flash out the patio door.
Louise sat up and grasped the phone and started pulling. It dragged painfully against her nervously gripping cuntwalls, but finally, she was able to pop it free. She just had time to set it back in its cradle, slippery and shiny with cum juice, when John walked in the front door to find her kneeling naked on the couch.
He looked at her with his mouth hanging open. "Louise, what are you doing out here like that?" His brows knit in the middle as he stared at her. At least, she thought, he is looking at me.
"I--I was getting ready to take a shower and the phone rang."
"Who was it?"
"Wrong number, I guess."
She covered her tits with her hands, sensuously, trying to make it appear that she wanted to hide them, but secretly trying to excite her husband.
"Well, I have to call the--"
"No!" Louise put her hand on the slimy phone to stop him. "I mean, you've worked enough for one day, John. It's late, let's go to bed."
"I have to call the hospital. I left my Bible up there. The one father gave me."
His mouth twitched slightly. He reached out and touched Louise's hand, looking into her face.
"I'll call, you get ready for bed. I'll call." She kept her hand firmly clamped down on the receiver.
He let his hand drop to his side. "All right," he sighed. "You call. I am tired. I am so tired." He went into the bedroom.
"Oh, dear God,' whispered Louise.
She unplugged the receiver and took it into the kitchen, where she scrubbed the cum off it with dish soap. Then she put it back, called the hospital, and joined her husband in the bedroom. He was already sound asleep on his bed, fully clothed.
CHAPTER TEN
Stacey called early the next morning, nearly frantic with worry.
"Why didn't you call me?" she screamed at Louise. "I've been up all night, waiting to hear what happened. Did he get in? What happened?"
"Calm down, Stacey, everything is all right. We were almost caught. You'd better be screening these men to weed out the perverts who like to live dangerously. And one other thing--if you ever tie me up and make me watch, like you did with Ann, I'll never come over there again."
"Oh, calm down dear," said Stacey. "I hope you're not all bruised up from your encounter last night because I have two men who want to meet you and your lily white hairless pussy. They wouldn't care for any big purple bruises marring your flawless flesh."
"Stacey, I mustn't come over today. I'm not bruised but I have something to take care of here."
"I thought so. That preacher man of yours got a boner the other day, didn't he? I can always tell by your face when you've been recently fucked. Remember? I knew you had fucked my special boyfriend in high school. And I never forgave you, either, did you know that?"
"I can't come over tonight."
"That's all right. Come over right now. Go to Marsha's and I'll be there as soon as I can." Click.
Louise hung up the phone. The silence in the early morning of the house was deafening. She stood with her hand on the phone. She knew she had to go. She just had to. Suddenly she heard something behind her and turned to see John straggling out of the bedroom, scratching his bare chest.
"Morning," he said, and went into the kitchen to start coffee.
She watched him and tried to think of an easy way, a safe way, an unsuspicious, way to tell him that she was going out again, to Stacey's. She knew she was wearing her old excuse thin.
"Was that Stacey again?" he said from the kitchen. She could not tell from his voice whether or not he suspected anything.
"No," she said, but not other excuse came to her racing mind.
"Who was it? For me?" He was rattling the coffee canister. "Oh-oh, We're out of coffee."
"Out of coffee?" she said, latching onto the idea. "Oh, dear, we can't have that! We're both such coffee addicts, I'll just run down to the supermarket and get us some."
"All right. I guess you're right, we're addicts."
Louise dressed quickly. How was she ever going to justify being gone long enough to fuck two men when she was supposed to be going for coffee? Car trouble? That was it! She would call and tell him her car had broken down and she had called a tow truck. She sighed with relief as the idea settled into her head. John knew absolutely nothing about cars so he would never offer to come and help her. It was a good idea and she was sure it would work.
She dressed in short shorts and a tight white t-shirt, just like the one John had torn off her in the shower. It pulled down tight against her huge tits and made the nipples jut out slightly. Her asscheeks hung out the bottom of the shorts and jiggled when she walked.
She managed to get through the house without John's seeing her--the would never allow her to go out dressed like that. She jumped into her car and took off for Stacey's and immediately started thinking about the two men. She hoped Stacey had meant two men at once--she loved that. She wriggled in the driver's seat and forced the seam of the shorts up into her naked pussylips until it rubbed her throbbing clit. An orgasm was just starting to tickle her pussy as she pulled into the parking garage and turned off the ignition.
She moaned and put her hand down her shorts to rub the hot little bud with her fingertips. She came with a shudder and a groan, spreading her pussylips apart and buttering her asshole with cum. She got out, brushed herself off, and took the elevator up to Marsha's apartment.
"Louise! How nice! I'm so glad you could make it!"
Marsha let Louise into the apartment. There was no one in the living room yet, so Louise sat down on the couch. Marsha went to the bar for wine and glasses and Louise sat on the edge of the couch.
Marsha brought two glasses of wine over to Louise.
Louise took hers and sipped the wine as Marsha sat down beside her on the couch.
"Well, where are these two guys? I thought they were all hot and horny," Louise said, gulping her wine impatiently.
Marsha giggled. "Oh, they'll be here. And Stacey guaranteed them to be superb. I've never met these two men, but Stacey says they're both hung like donkeys." She giggled girlishly. "They don't even know each other and they're both going to fuck you. Can you imagine?"
"Yes," said Louise, squeezing her thighs together and sipping another glass of wine.
The doorbell rang. Marsha bounced to the door in her filmy nightie and flung it open carelessly. A man stood in the hallway alone. He was tall and handsome, with light-brown hair and a flowing, sandy-colored mustache. His eyes were a brilliant green as he looked up and down Marsha's scantily clad, tall and lovely body.
"Marsha?" he said cautiously.
"Yes, indeed, dearie. You have the right place. Come in, come in, come in." The man walked in past Marsha and Louise stood up to get a better look at him. "What's your name, sweetie?" Marsha asked him as she closed the door.
"Gary," he said.
His lips moved invisibly beneath the long mustache. But Louise saw his tongue flick out to lick his lower lip as his green eyes moved up and down her body, stopping at her thrusting tits, then again at the V between her thighs.
"Gary, this is Louise, your date."
Gary walked forward and stood in front of Louise, still scanning up and down her body. Louise shifted her hips and brought her hands up to the sides of her mammoth tits. "
"Where's the bedroom?" said Gary, not taking his eyes from Louise's tits as she pushed them together and teased the nipples out toward his chest.
"Oh, I was hoping you might do it out here, on the couch, or the floor, or--"
"Where's the bedroom?" said Gary, his eyes turned menacingly toward Marsha.
"Oh, well, a man who likes his privacy. Right over there."
Marsha pointed to the bedroom door. Gary turned his attention back to Louise now. He slipped his big, meaty fingers inside the waistband of her shorts and led her that way to the bedroom.
"Oh!" said Louise remembering her excuse. "I have to make a phone call. I'll be just a minute."
Gary went on into the bedroom alone and she picked up the phone on the coffee table. She dialed her number. She let it ring ten times before she finally gave up, concluding that he had gone to pick up his Bible. She put it out of her mind and opened the bedroom door. "Come in and close the door." He was naked, stretched out on the bed on his back. His cock was massive and it stretched up his hairy belly to his sternum, the angry head purple and pounding with blood. His balls hung loosely down between his legs and they twitched every time he flexed his prick to show Louise what she was about to receive. He moved one hand up to the mighty cockshaft and ran it up and down along the taut, hard underside, moving the skin back and forth and making the head jerk up and down. Louise licked her lips. "Come on over here and suck my cock, baby."
Louise started toward the bed, peeling her shirt off as she went. Her huge tits tumbled free and swayed like udders as she walked to the side of the bed. Her pink nipples were pointing at Gary like missiles as she slid the shorts down her legs and kicked them aside.
"Oh, shit," he moaned, looking at her bare slit, her pink lips just barely visible. "Look at that little-girl pussy. Never mind sucking, baby. I've just got to ram that teeny-bopper pussy of yours."
He sat up on the bed and jerked Louise into a straddling position over his belly. With her knees spread wide, the outer lips of her pussy opened up and the bud of her clit hung down like a little pecker. The inner lips made a sucking sound as they parted.
"God, that's beautiful." He lay on his back and stared at Louise's pussy for several moments. "Do you think I can get this slab up inside you?"
He grasped his huge cock and pulled it into an upright position. It seemed to fight him, trying to flop back down to his chest. Upright, it reached well past her navel as she straddled his balls.
"It might hurt," she said, knowing full-well that she would just love it. In fact, what she really wanted was that hefty package shoved up her ass. A glob of pussyjuice dripped out of her open pussy and splattered onto his balls, "Jesus, are you cumming already? I haven't even gored you with this horn, yet. Now, how about it, can you take it or not?"
Louise tried to read the expression on his face. She was pretty sure that he wanted to feel that he was hurting her with his long, hard cock. She took his prick in her hands, wrapping both of them around it tightly, and squeezed. Gary shuddered and moaned. She pulled it up to her belly, squirming her clit up against the root, mashing her cunthole down onto his balls, which jerked and danced against it.
"See?" she said, pressing his massive cock up against her stomach. "My cunt is not that long. You'd kill me with it. You'd split me wide open. And I'm not strong enough to stop you if you decided to rape me with this thing."
She squeezed it with both hands. A pearl of white fluid appeared at the tip of it and ran down the long shaft, finally disappearing in his hairs.
"Sit on it, bitch." He grabbed her asscheeks and lifted her up into the air. "No!" she cried. "I'll just rub the tip of it around here on my pussy. That will feel good."
She brought the tip of the incredibly long prod into contact with her clit and rubbed it around. Their juices mingled, more flowed out, and her cunthole became very sloppy. When he thought she was wet enough to slide down his prickshaft, he pulled down hard on her ass and punched his hips upward.
"Oh!" Louise cried.
His bulbous cockknob was so huge that it barely squeaked into her opening, crudely lodging itself in her tight canal. It felt like she was skewered on a fence-post. The knob was stuck tight and the harder he pulled down on her ass and tried to punch through her pussy, the bigger it grew, just barely jammed inside.
"Goddamn it!" he yelled. "You're a goddam fucking virgin!" He held her up off his throbbing cockshaft. "But you're gonna get fucked, bitch, don't worry about that. If I ever get this goddamn thing up your cunt, you'll never forget it!"
Louise's pussy was stretched painfully out around the monstrous head of his long cock. She had never seen anything like it. His cock-knob was stuck fast in her burning cunt and he held her up in the air to take the pressure off.
"Marsha!" he yelled. "Marsha, come in here, now!"
Louise braced her feet on the bed, trying to stay poised over the monster wedged in her cunt. It was throbbing and beating on the walls of her pussylips like a drum. She wanted it in her, wanted to watch it slide up into her depths. But what she really wanted was this long, throbbing cockshaft sliding in and out of her hot ass. Her cunt was on fire with pain.
The door came open. "Oh, my God!" cried Marsha, then she started to laugh. "Shall I get the garden hose? Ho ho! That's what my daddy used to do when the dogs got stuck together!"
"Shut up, cunt," said Gary beneath his teeth. "Get us some jelly or butter or something!"
"What are you going to do, fuck or have tea and crumpets!"
Marsha laughed outrageously and Louise and Gary both had to smile in spite of themselves. Tears of laughter streaming down her face, she went to the bathroom and came out with a tube of lubricant. She was laughing so hard, she could barely get the cap off.
"Oh, dear God," she said between hee-haws. "You are hung like a donkey! Did you volunteer for some kind of experiment or something? An animal transplant? Ho ho!"
"Shut up and smear that stuff around, will you?" Gary was grunting with pain as Louise's tight pussy gripped his cockknob.
Marsha squeezed a long string of white paste out onto her palm and slapped it onto Louise's asshole. "We'll start back here and work our way up. My, but you are stuck! Let me try to get a shoe horn--"
"Shut up and work!" Gary cried.
Marsha twittered with laughter as she worked a long red fingernail in between the elastic pussyskin and the hard, throbbing prick. Then, greasing the way, she wormed a whole finger in.
Louise cried out as she slipped down slightly onto the long shaft jutting up into her. Marsha hurriedly buttered the rest of his immense length, smearing the outer cuntlips to make them slide easily down on the arm-like bone.
"Oh, my God!" she moaned.
"Yeah, baby, there it goes, there it goes, come on home to daddy, and I'll fuck your little girl pussy right up to your brain. Come on down, that's it."
Slowly and painfully, Louise was slipping down the greasy prickrod, her cunt split open wider than it ever had been before. The embedded cockhead touched bottom long before it had disappeared up her cunt. The long root sticking out between her blood-red cuntlips looked obscenely like a tree trunk growing out of her, with wispy ferns growing around the base.
"That's it," she said. "That's as far as it will go. I told you."
"Oh, dear," said Marsha. "That's a big one." She slipped her hand under Louise's ass and fingered her butthole. "Your poor little asshole is all squeezed shut from the pressure. Doesn't it feel like fist-fucking?" She forced her finger up into Louise's asshole. "Oh! Oh! Yes, daddy, fuck, fuck me, fuck me!"
"All right, little girl, here we go, baby!" Gary started thrusting his hips upward, letting his meat slide out, pulling his shaft-skin around feverishly. "Am I hurting you? Am I?"
"Yes! Fuck it in me, fuck it in me! Oh, goddamn it! Where is that other man! I need it in my ass! I need it! Fuck me, Marsha!"
Gary continued to flip it to her with his hips, ramming it up against her cervix. Louise rammed down onto it, sparks of pain and pleasure exploding every time the hot, hard head battered her insides. Marsha kept poking her pore with her long finger as Louise slid up and down on the huge tube.
The doorbell rang.
"Oh, there he is, Louise! Now you can get it the way you like it!"
Marsha ran out of the bedroom and closed the door, leaving Louise and Gary puffing and panting and gyrating on the bed, cursing each other with pain and pleasure.
Marsha flung the door open. The very handsome man stood in the hall, looking past her into her apartment. "Where's Stacey?" he said quietly.
"Come in, come in, come in!" said Marsha, taking hold of his suit sleeve and tugging him into the apartment.
He stood looking stupidly around the room, mouth hanging open, eyes darting from wall to wall, until he happened to hear some words from behind the closed door of the bedroom.
"Fuck it up me, stud," a woman's voice said hoarsely.
"Now you're getting slick," said a man's voice. "Take another inch of this donkey dong up your little virgin cunt!"
The woman's voice screamed and then moaned. "Cumming!" she shouted, "I'm cumming!"
Marsha saw the look of complete shock on the man's face as he stared over at the closed door. "Oh, don't be angry, honey. You're a little late so we started without you. But that's okay, 'cause little Louise wants your fat cock up her ass."
The man's head jerked around to Marsha and the look he gave her filled her with fear. "Oh, now, honey, don't be mad--" In three long strides, the man was at the bedroom door. He flung it inward on the steamy scene. Louise was still straddling the long cock and it still stuck out of her like a tree trunk. Her puckering little asshole winked at the man as he moved to the foot of the bed, looking in horror at the hot, red meat screwing up into her pussy, everything visible from behind as Louise leaned over Gary, dragging her big tits across his nipples.
"Well," said Gary, looking at the man who was staring at his probing prick as it ground up into Louise's cunt, making sloppy, plunging noises. "Here's your ass man, Louise. Ready to get your little ass reamed out?"
Louise looked up weakly and turned her head to look at the man at the foot of the bed. Her eyes opened wide and she screamed.
"John!"
"You slut," John whispered. "What's going on here?" said Marsha as she came up behind John.
John turned on her viciously and pushed her savagely out the door. Then he turned back, locked the door behind him, and went to the bed.
His eyes glazed, he said, "I followed you here, Mama. You lousy fucking whore!
He stared down with complete disgust at Louise, who was squirming in an effort to disengage herself from Gary's cock. But it was no use. He kept drilling it up into her, keeping her impaled, thinking that this was all part of the game.
"Please let me explain," said Louise weakly, knowing that there was nothing to be explained.
John lashed out and slapped her across the face, knocking her forward over Gary's chest. "You cunt! I'm not that stupid!" John screamed, his eyes hazy, the way they had been the day he had raped her in the shower. "And you!" He pointed an accusing finger at Gary, who grinned up at him, enjoying the fireworks. "You fucking bastard! My own brother! I'm the only one!" He pounded his chest with his fist. "Me! I'm the one who fucks Mama! Not you! She told me so herself! I'm the only one who could take Papa's place! It's me she wants! Me!"
John's face was red and the veins on his forehead stood out like railroad tracks. Louise looked up at him helplessly. "Please, John, calm down. You don't know what you're saying.
"Let him go, baby," said Gary. "Let him have his fun. Let him fuck you in the ass."
"Yes," whispered John, looking from one face to the other. "Yes, that would teach you, you slut. You told us both, didn't you? Told us both we were the only ones." John looked down at Gary's smiling face. "Didn't she?" He started unfastening his pants.
"Sure, buddy, that's what she told me. She said, 'Baby, you're the only one.' And she said, 'Baby, don't put that nasty stick up my little brown asshole.' She said, 'Don't fuck mama in the ass, baby.' " John had his clothes off now and Louise stared in wonder at his big cock. It was not as big as the hulking mass which still throbbed deep inside her cuntwalls, but to her, it was much more beautiful. It nodded up and down in front of her face. Her cunt spasmed at the idea of being fucked in the ass by her husband for the first time. In fact, it would be the first time he had ever done anything but fist-fuck her or face-fuck her, that day in the shower. She twisted her ass and started slipping into the role, understanding now why her husband had felt so guilty all these years.
"Don't fuck my ass," she whispered in pretended terror as she continued to stare at John's bouncing prick. "Don't fuck me up the ass, John. It would hurt so much. Your brother--your brother is already fucking my cunt. See?" She leaned forward and brought her hand back to her ass, spreading the cheeks open to improve the view. "See? I lied to you. I've been fucking him all along. Please forgive me."
"Bitch," John whispered as he kneeled down on the bed between Gary's legs. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass, mama, fuck you hard, and then I'm going to scrub out your pussy, because that's where he's been putting his--his--his cock! You liar! You liars!"
John put the head of his prick at Louise's clenched asshole. She held her breath. He punched into her butt from behind and the head of his dick popped into her brown hole.
"Oh! Oh, God!" she screamed.
She churned her ass, feeling the long cock crammed into her cunt canal pressing up against her clinging cunt walls as her husband speared her ass open savagely. He pushed forward and more of his prickshaft slipped up inside her, nestling in alongside the huge post that Gary had wedged fast inside her. Now Louise could feel both pricks pounding against one another deep inside her, pulse for pulse, and an orgasm wound up in her for release.
John started fucking her now, going in deeper with every thrust until his big balls slapped up against Gary's below him and his long cock slipped in and out of Louise's tight, hot ass.
White pre-cum lathered her asshole as it was forced out along his tight-fitting shaft like soapsuds. He watched his cock going in and out of his wife's ass, in and out, in and out, scraping up alongside the long shaft filling her cunt. His prick got longer, harder, fatter as it pumped in and out, in and out, and he watched it. It blew up like a balloon until he could hardly move it through her hot bowels.
"Oh, God... " Louise moaned, over and over as the hot shaft grew inside her and threatened to rip her apart.
But the orgasms kept bubbling up inside her packed cunt and ass as her husband kept slipping it to her from behind, bubbling up and overflowing until she was cumming like machine-gun fire, never stopping, cumming every time he sliced into her butt.
"I hope you like this," John whispered as he pumped her.
He reached around and took her big tits in his hands. His ass took up a faster rhythm now, slapping into her, banging his balls on the root of Gary's prick as he pounded her.
Gary started fucking up into her now. "God, man, I can feel your goddamn cock! You're right next door. That's it, Mack. Fuck that asshole!"
Louise was cumming again and again. "Oh, John, I love you! I love your prick in me!"
John started pumping furiously now. "Louise?" He grunted, somewhat surprised. "Louise?" he said again as if he had just realized where he was, and who he was in. "Oh, Christ, Louise!"
He moaned and started rotating his hard belly against her asshole, balls hanging down on Gary's sack. He buried his prick all the way in her and his nuts started cranking out a load of cum, shooting it like a rocket up her brown channel.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" he yelled as his balls exploded, the head of his hot, hard prick rapping out a spurting rhythm inside her bowels.
Then Gary's prick went off, too, and Louise fell back into her husband's waiting arms as he pumped it up into her. John kissed her neck as his cock started tingling and his balls itching.
"Louise," he breathed into her ear. "Let me--let me fuck you again. Please." His prick swelled inside her ass, and he reached around to finger her clit as he started gently pumping his hips. "I want to fuck you all night."
"Yes," she moaned, grinding down on Gary's fat cock. "Yes, John, fuck me all night."
