Chapter 9
Sandy Stevenson bent forward and fitted her tits into her black brassiere. She did it carefully and expertly, then arched back and snapped the fasteners on the straps. She snapped her garter belt and twisted it around. Next, her smooth and shapely legs received their nylons and she fastened them to the belt. The auburn bush covering her pussy was sticking out slightly below the black garter belt and she smiled and put a dab of powder on it.
";For Christ's sake, Sandra!" Ed muttered as he walked through the room, "who are you supposed to be? You're rigged up like a bull dyke. Where are your whips and boots?"
"Is a bull dyke something like a fruit, Edmund?" she asked, smiling coyly at her husband. "I'm sure you'd know that. "
He didn't even notice the snide remark. He looked at his wife. She was no Monica, but she wasn't bad. She had a nice little cunt for a forty-year-old, and her shape was better than most he'd seen. He felt like throwing a quick fuck into her before going down and meeting with the managers, but when he looked at the expression on her face he changed his mind. She was sneering haughtily.
He'd enjoyed Monica the day before and he was going to enjoy her many times in the near future-today, if possible. The good old days when Sandy was a real whore in bed were a thing of the past and it was time for a new playmate. He looked at her body again and shook his head sadly. Pity, he thought, she's so damned good-looking to be such a bitch. A superbitch, in fact.
"And what's wrong?" she asked, breaking the silence. "Is my poor torn-out body that bad?"
"No, sweet, not at all. By the way, do you need some money? You may as well go out and pick something up for yourself while I'm at the managers' meeting. Be back in time for the party. Wouldn't do for you to miss it."
"I'll be there. And yes, I could use a few dollars. I know just what I want and where to find it." She walked over to her husband to get the money. She looked at him. He was distinguished-looking, even if he was growing a paunch. And he was generous, as well. Too bad we don't make it much any more, she thought. He's not a bad guy. Stupid and dull, perhaps, but not bad. Interested in nothing but insurance. Over the hill-no sex drive left.
"Watch out for the lifeguard," he laughed, handing her two twenties.
Sandy almost fainted, but she tried hard not to show a reaction. "I'll watch out for him, all right."
"I noticed the way he's been giving you the eye. Can't say he has bad taste." He patted his wife on her bare butt and turned to leave. "Remember, four o'clock."
"Right. And don't you drink too much, either." She watched him leave the room. Then, when the door closed, she sighed heavily.
God, she thought, that was close. The mention of Ronnie, the sexy young rascal with his he-man prick, had made her lascivious hormones start flowing like a river in springtime!
God, how I want him, she thought.
Sandra got a fleeting inward vision of the handsome young lifeguard as he had crawled between her legs, but she fought down the impulse to call down to the swimming pool immediately. She also knew that he wouldn't be off duty until noon, and that was at least two hours away. She'd just have to sweat it out-hot cunt and all.
She lay idly back on the firm bed and spread her legs apart. She continued lazily moving her legs back and forth and smiled to herself. She wondered what Ed really knew about the lifeguard. It was not likely that he suspected anything except perhaps in a general way. He certainly had reason enough to be suspicious of her since that incident ten years ago when he was an area manager with that Nebraska life insurance company.
She smiled to herself. It always gave her a lewd thrill to think about the daisy-chain she had going in Omaha. She'd been balling fifteen of the new agents for almost a year before Ed got wise and everything went to hell.
She could never figure out why Ed hadn't demanded a divorce. Perhaps he was too proud to admit he had married a nympho and too glad of the fact. He knew she was sexy and blamed himself for not satisfying her. But the night he came home unexpectedly and found all of them in bed together was one bad scene.
It'd all started at a party where several of the young agents were getting very drunk. Or so she thought. She didn't know it at the time but they were drinking tea, acting very drunk and silly while they kept filling her glass and Ed's. Ed had passed out and they'd put him to bed.
She was so fussy she couldn't see straight when one of the fellows had suggested a game of strip poker. Then they all had sat in a circle on the living-room floor and methodically stripped her of all of her clothes-but she wouldn't take off her brassiere, nylons or garter belt. And there she had sat, Indian-fashion, with her bare cunt sticking out.
The other guys were all dressed-none of them lost a single hand. The party had been noisy and rowdy while Ed was up, but it suddenly became very quiet. The men spoke quietly and cut cards to see who'd be the first to fuck her. A tall boy from Clinton, Missouri, won and a local agent got seconds.
That was something. They both had tremendous tools, and the tall boy fucked her in the pussy while the other went in the back door. The feeling of two cocks stuck into her like that was too much and she'd almost passed out. But the more they fucked her the more awake and sober she became. There were only twelve that night, and she was fucked by each of them at least three times. Her cunt and asshole were so sore after that she could hardly walk. And it was that way for almost a month, until she got used to it.
She'd bled out of her ass, but she never told anybody about it and didn't go to a doctor. It wouldn't have been too neat if the gynecologist found cum and sperm in her rectum, and she didn't know but what a doctor could tell she was being gang-banged in the ass by fifteen guys twice a week. And she knew about doctors anyway. He'd stick his finger up her and get her sexy, then write out a prescription and give her a blank stare.
But the agents were better. One of them was a bachelor who had his own house out in the country. She'd get picked up at the supermarket every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon at one and stay until seven. Ed got home late on those nights. He never noticed the agency did poor business on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but the home office did. They sent for him and that was the time he came home unexpectedly and caught them.
Yes, Sandy thought, that was some time! Her record for one afternoon was sixty shots-she'd taken sixty ejaculations from fifteen men. At least twenty of the shots were in her mouth and were swallowed. It got to the point where she was beginning to worry about getting fat-eating all that fattening cum. She wondered what the calorie count on cum was. And there must have been at least a quarter of their juice pumped into her tubes on those nice afternoons.
Sandy smiled and stretched as she thought about it. It was so funny! She was being diddled by that group of madmen and her pussy was still nice and tight. Her finger lazily moved down and touched the lips. They were dry, but she put her finger in the slit and that was wet.
Ah, she said, and closed her eyes. She imagined she was being fingered in preparation for another mad romp, and her finger started moving up and down, in and out, with ever-increasing rapidity and precision. Then she found her clitoris and began really to turn on.
She thought about her big times as she masturbated, and was at this time writhing on the bed. Then the previous afternoon with Billy Jack came to her and she was consumed with an enraged passion. She didn't know what had come over her-she'd wanted to be had, but she had gotten miffed at him. Then he had gotten violent and banged her head. She felt her butt. It was pleasantly sore-good and sore-just the way it should be. Not sore from the heat of day, it was sore from cock friction.
Her hand was now moving rapidly and her other hand was into her tight-fitting brassiere. She rubbed her tit and massaged her clitoris while writhing on the king-sized bed. The room was spinning and she let a low moan escape from between her twisted lips. Oh, you wonderful clitoris, you. Sandy loved her button, her little bud of magic. She loved to have it rubbed-by anybody.
It occurred to her to put a dress on and go out to find a man before noon-she couldn't bear waiting. But she threw that idea out and rubbed faster, bringing herself to a fantastic climax. The fingers and palm of her hand were covered with her cum, and she moaned and held her wet hand over the side of the bed. She wished she had a man-she wished she had twenty men-or a thousand.
Ellen Speakman missed the meeting-she was writing a whopping policy for the Sandeens-and was up in Lou's room with Lou and his sister. Her head was fuzzy and her cunt was very sore. She wondered what her friend, Sapphire, had put in the drink to make her cunt so sore. She determined to get some more as soon as possible.
Lou sat in a chair listening and watching as Ellen and Marilyn sat on the bed amidst the pile of notebooks and policy applications. He looked at his sister, then at the older woman. They'd worked out a plan for seducing the old lady right after breakfast, when Linda and Bob were taking their dip. The plan was to get her drunk, then Marilyn would appeal during the pitch to the mother in Ellen, crying about the loss of her father. Lou was to stay out of it until physical contact had been established. Then he'd move to the bed and touch Ellen here and there. Ellen wouldn't know who was doing it and they'd both get to feel her out.
Marilyn was a switch-hitter-but she preferred men. Yet she sensed Lesbians and was sure Ellen was one. She knew that Lesbians could be turned on by another woman, then passed to a man, and she could think of nothing better than for her and her brother to double up on the stacked fifty-year-old. She had great tits, and Marilyn loved tits as much as any man. She'd play with herself for at least a half-hour every day. That was why her tits were so big and firm.
Now Ellen's speech was slurring. Lou was mixing Moscow Mules and really bombing Ellen out. She was to the part where, in the event of Bob's death, the insurance company would fork over so much money in cash and so much per month, when Marilyn started to weep. Then her eyes filled with large tears and she started to cry like a baby.
Ellen reacted as they thought she would. She immediately put her arms around Marilyn and clutched her to her large bosom while she patted her comfortingly on the back. "There, there, child!"
That was Lou's signal and he moved over and sat behind Marilyn. His hands slowly moved into the warmth between the two women and he smiled to see Marilyn's hand in the older woman's lap, pressing down harder as she cried and wailed uncontrollably. Lou felt the warmth of the four tits pressed against his hands, and he decided to become brash. Throwing caution to the wind, he grabbed Ellen's enormous tits as Marilyn exploded once again. The older lady didn't do a thing but continue to pat Marilyn on the back.
Lou found the button of Ellen's blouse between the full tits and undid it. Then he undid the next and the next. The old lady evidently didn't notice, and Lou sneaked his hand into the blouse and touched smooth, warm flesh-the protruding flesh of breasts. He smiled to see that Marilyn was also putting one of her hands into the blouse. The other hand was slowly moving under the hem of Ellen's dress. Lou decided to join his sister on that front, too. Together they felt Ellen's tits.
Lou's hand sneaked into the woman's wide and protective brassiere and he gritted his teeth as he contacted the nipple. He pinched it slightly to see if she'd glare at him. Nothing. He pinched harder and there was still no reaction. His other hand speeded up and he beat his sister to the woman's cunt. She was wearing only panties-no girdle. But she really didn't need one.
Marilyn was still crying disconsolately as her hand began to sneak down to Ellen's asshole. And Ellen had stopped patting her on the back. Her eyes were closed and she couldn't believe what was happening to her.
I'm being raped! she said to herself. My God, these horrible people are both touching my breasts and they are fondling my private parts as well. Ellen didn't know what to do, so she just sat there. She'd never even seen a nude man before yesterday. That was the first time she'd ever sucked a cock. Her head was spinning now. Four hands were touching her and she preferred the girl's: they were nice and smooth-and they were gentle. Yes, the girl knew what she was doing but the man wasn't bad. Little tingles of electricity coursed through her body and she found her hands were falling from the girl's back. She opened her eyes slightly and saw clearly that both of them had their hands in her brassiere. The front of her blouse was opened and her skirt was hiked way up!
Oh, God, she thought, I am being raped! She touched the smooth material of Lou's pants, then moved her hands, trying to pull it away. Then she touched it! There was a large lump in his pants, a column of hard flesh sticking straight up.
She wanted to tear her hand away, but she couldn't. The hot and vibrant thing held a horrible fascination for her, and try as she might, she just couldn't let go of it. The next thing she knew she was unzipping his fly. She just couldn't believe it! She was actually going into a man's pants. Everything was so strange, so disconnected, outrageous and odd! All of a sudden she snapped and heard her voice over the heavy breathing. "Fuck!"
You could have blown Marilyn over with your breath when she heard that. The sound of the nice old lady saying such a nasty word. Lou also struggled to keep from laughing and he removed both of his hands and pushed the lady down on her back.
Ellen lay on the bed with her eyes tightly closed. Her hand was wrapped around Lou's cock for dear life and she'd started jacking him off with jerky, erratic movements. Marilyn smiled at him as she saw the pitiful attempt of the old woman to masturbate a man.
But Lou liked it. The thought of some inexperienced old lady beating his meat was really fine. He looked down at the open blouse and regarded the large swells of flesh with hungry anticipation. He had to lick his lips at the sight and he motioned Marilyn to hike up the woman's dress all the way and pull down the panties. Marilyn did it while Lou watched. The sight of the hairy patch on Ellen Speakman's cunt made Lou breathe heavier and he was close to having an immediate orgasm.
Then Marilyn unbuttoned the rest of the blouse and rolled the old lady over on her side to unsnap the wide band of the brassiere. The two huge tits poured out and Marilyn rolled her over.
Lou couldn't stand it. He leaped onto the old lady and without any hesitation plunged his cock into her twat. It went in only halfway and he came, spurting his juice up into the cunt and lubricating the channel for more screwing. As if possessed by a demon, he fell upon her and sank his tongue deep into her mouth. His cock sprang to life once again. He started to thrust his cock in and out with a slow, deliberate rhythm and he managed to get it all the way in. That's when the fun began.
Her knees were now up in the air and she was pushing down against Lou as he thrust into her. Marilyn had moved to the head of the bed and was massaging Ellen's tits with large, circular movements, moving them as though they were two huge honeydew melons floating in a pool of flesh.
Ellen knew what orgasms were but she didn't know men could give them. She felt it stirring deep inside her belly as the man on top of her kept driving his penis in and out of her. It was strange, strong and demanding and it built to the point where she couldn't believe anything could feel so good. Her eyes were shut and she was gritting her teeth, her arms flung wide and her hands opening and closing crazily.
Then, all of a sudden, it happened. With a crash like thunder timed perfectly with his ejaculation, Ellen had her orgasm.
She cried out and moaned in delirious ecstasy and arched her body up so she could suck all of his precious juice far up into her pussy. It felt so good and she prayed silently that it wouldn't stop-that this wouldn't be the last. She had to have more-at any cost!
After two hours Ellen was a wreck. But she was smiling as she combed her hair.
"My gosh," she said, "I don't quite know what to say!"
Lou leered at her lewdly. "Then don't say anything. What about another party after the cocktail reception? Are you up to it?" He winked at Marilyn.
"Well, I ... uh ... that is ... well ... urn...."
"Let's say at six! In your room. Wouldn't want old Linda and Bob coming in on us, now, would we?"
Ellen stuttered and stammered for a few seconds trying to wage the war between pleasure and decency, and pleasure won. She told them her room number and agreed to make it at six. "I hope you won't say anything about any of this...." she concluded.
Marilyn told her the policy was fine and to leave the application for Bob to sign. She'd never handled such big tits in her life.
And, once again, Ellen could hardly walk. Her twat was sore but she smiled as she thought about the nice time. She left the room and thought about whistling. So that's what fucking's all about, is it? Have to do some more of that-every chance I get!