Chapter 2
Stella opened her eyes slowly as the intruding sun brightened her room. Then she grinned excitedly and hopped out of bed. She had thought of a plan that might get Dennis on the football team at school. It had come to her in her dreams.
She showered quickly, threw a robe around her naked body, then went downstairs to the kitchen. She was ravenous.
Doris was already at the stove when Stella walked through the doorway. The little blonde was wearing her bathrobe, a flimsy little thing that barely covered her shapely ass. The brunette found -herself staring at the woman's thighs once again.
"How about some pancakes?" said Doris, looking up at her brother's sister. "The kids have already left for school."
"Sounds fine," said Stella, taking a seat at the table.
Doris served the woman her pancakes, leaning over so that Stella had a splendid view of the blonde's plump titties. They were full and creamy, with pink nipples that looked like cherries. Stella realized that Doris had not purposely exposed her tits, it was just that her robe was so flimsy. Still, they were nice tits and Stella's eyes roamed over them.
"Sorry," said Doris, tightening the sash around her robe. The blonde seemed nervous, but Stella was sure it was not because of the poor-fitting robe.
"What's the matter?" asked Stella. "Is something bothering you, Doris?"
"I hate it when Dave goes away. I don't like being alone."
"You're not alone. I'm here. And so are the kids." The brunette put her arms around the tiny blonde's waist and tried to comfort her. "It can't be all that bad."
"I guess you're right," said Doris. "I'm just acting silly." But Stella could see that the woman was troubled. And it looked as if the problem was serious.
"I was going out for a while, Doris," said Stella. "But if you want me to stay here with you, I will."
"No, it's all right. I'll be okay. You go on out if you want to."
"You sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure," said Doris.
Stella realized that the woman was not going to discuss her problem just yet. Not wanting to push her, Stella finished her breakfast, dressed, and left the house.
The drive to the school was short. She parked her car and ran up to the building. She had to hurry because she wanted to catch the coach during his lunch hour. After asking directions, she walked over to the athletic field and waited outside the fence.
The boys were just now filing off the field, headed toward the showers. Stella waited until they were all inside, then walked through the gate and hurried toward the coach's private dressing room. Dennis had told her that the coach would be free for an hour after this class, but he didn't know why he was telling her. She had tricked it out of him, without him becoming suspicious. She now entered to carry out her plan.
Once through the door, the sexy aunt could hear the hissing sound of a running shower. She walked slowly toward that sound. The smell of sweat filled her nostrils, while steam swarmed around her head and shoulders.
When she located the shower stall she peeked inside. Admist the thick steam and running water was a tall, burly man. His body was covered with coarse, black hair and his cock, long and thick, hung down between his legs like a drooping cannon. He had not seen her and she watched on shaky legs as this mountain of a man continued with his shower.
"So that's Coach Davies," she muttered. "Hell, this might be more fun than I thought!"
Stella decided against joining him in the shower, she didn't want to shock him too much. Instead, she went into his office, sat down on his desk, and waited.
Her wait wasn't long. The running water ceased abruptly. Shortly afterwards, she heard the sound of bare feet on the dressing room floor. She knew he was headed towards his locker to dress. "Coach Davies, can I talk to you for a minute!" she called. The last thing she wanted was for him to get dressed.
"Who the hell is that?" she heard him say.
"I'm in your office," she called. "I have some business to talk over with you." She heard him coming toward her.
Stella wished she had a camera to capture the expression on the coach's face when he walked into his office and saw the young aunt sitting on top of his desk. He had a towel wrapped around him, but both his eyes and his cock bulged out at the sight of her.
The sheer pink dress she was wearing, with its low neckline, left little to the imagination. She knew that her black underthings could be plainly seen. And her legs were crossed in such a fashion that her creamy white thighs were visible above her black stockings.
"What the fuck?" said the coach, bewildered.
"I'm Dennis' aunt," said the brunette. "You know, your star quarterback. I want to talk to you about his future on the football team. You do know that he's one of your best players, don't you? It would be a shame if someone with less ability was given the quarterback job. It would only hurt the team." She looked at the coach with a warm smile, her hands grasping the edge of the desk.
The coach stood in the doorway, his eyes exploring every nook and cranny of Stella's luscious body. He seemed unable at first to find his voice. Finally he spoke. "Yes, I know that Dennis is our best quarterback. But Billy Lancer's father is rich and the school depends heavily on his donations. If I don't make Billy the quarterback, we may lose those donations."
"Nonsense," said Stella, raising one leg to the desk so that the coach could see all the way up her dress. "A smart man like yourself could find a way around that problem. You could, for instance, make Billy the substitute quarterback. Then, if his father objects and threatens to cut off the money, you could threaten him with bad publicity. Rich men hate bad publicity. One word from you to the town council would do serious damage to his image in this town. I don't think he would want that. What do you say, coach?"
"I say you're one hell of a woman, sister. And you're probably right. Old man Lancer wouldn't Want his image hurt. He does a lot of business in this town." He walked toward Stella, his eyes never leaving her open thighs. When he was directly in front of her, he reached out with both hands and grasped her knees. His towel fell in a heap to the floor.
"Then you'll do it?" asked Stella, her voice a little shaky. "You'll make Dennis your quarterback?"
"Yes," he said, running his hands up her thighs. "But I may have to be persuaded a little bit more."
Stella, smiling knowingly, reached out and grabbed the coach's enormous cock, cradling the hairy nuts in her tiny hand. While she held onto his balls, she reached out with the other hand and stroked his stiff cock shaft. It was long, thick, and magnificent. She couldn't take her eyes off it.
"Yeah, baby," said the coach. "I'm sure we can work something*out." By now, his hands were all the way up to her thin panties. He grabbed the lining and pulled them down her legs.
"Eeeeee!" squealed Stella as her pussy was suddenly exposed to-the air. She also trembled slightly when she felt the man's hairy arms brush against her inner thighs.
"You're a hot piece, baby," he said, now removing her dress over her head. "Real hot!" He unclasped her bra, tossing everything onto the floor.
Stella remained seated on the edge of the desk, wearing only her black stockings and garter belt.
Her huge round tits jutted outward, their brown nipples staring up at the coach like two eyes. She reached out for his cock once again, but he slapped her hands away.
"Lie back, bitch!" he demanded, brushing aside the debris on his desk. "I want to graze in your grass!"
Stella lay back on the desk, her head resting on a baseball glove. Immediately the coach pushed her thighs back so that both her feet rested on the edge of the desk. Now spreading them apart, he thus exposed her hairy cunt.
"Eeeeeee!" Stella squealed as the coach lowered his head. Her pussy quivered expectantly.
The loving aunt could feel the man's tongue exploring her thick cunt hair. Snake-like, it traveled round and round her pussy, darting between her open pussy lips. She trembled and gasped as her pussy began to itch.
"Ummmmmm! Aaaaaaagh!" she moaned, her body rocking.
Then the coach's tongue slithered in between her pussy lips, lapping at the juicy membranes. She could feel his rough hands stretching her pussy so that more of her pussy meat was exposed to his tongue. The man's tongue slithered along her tender, blue-veined pussy, setting it afire.
"Oh, shiiiiit!" she groaned, shuddering. "Eat me! Eat my pussy! Shove your tongue all the way up inside me! EEEEE!"
The coach did as she requested, shooting his tongue up inside the aunt's fuck hole. It went in deep, scraping against her pussy walls and stretching them. Stella was on fire and she trembled violently.
"Sluuurrrp! Uuuuungh!" grumbled the coach as he lapped at Stella's pussy.
Stella could feel his hot breath on her pussy lips. His hands continued to tug at her membranes, stretching them. The base of his tongue scraped against her clit and set it afire, too. She rocked back and forth on the desk as the blissful heat seared her big pussy.
The coach licked her pussy hole clean, his tongue delving deep into the dark crevice. He could taste her pussy juices and he could smell her rich aroma as his nose brushed against her juicy cunt meat. Stella lifted her big ass off the desk and pushed her open pussy into the coach's mouth.
"Aaaaaagh! Do it, coach! Do it!" she moaned, the heat consuming her brain.
Then the coach removed his hot tongue from her cunt and began to lick her hairy pussy lips. His long strokes seared her entire pussy and drenched her pussy hair with his spit. He could hear her moaning and gasping as he drove her crazy.
"Sweet mother-fucker!" Stella shouted. "You big pussy-eatin' son-of-a-bitch!"
Coach Davies next covered her pussy with his mouth and sucked on it. He sucked out some of her juices and immediately swallowed the creamy liquid. He smacked and slurped noisily, obviously enjoying the young aunt's sweet cunt. At long last, he lifted his head and smiled. His face glistened with juice.
"I'm going to fuck that wet pussy now!" he told her, pulling her ass to the edge of the desk. "Do you want my cock?"
"Yeeesss!" Stella said, moaning. "Shove that big fucker inside me! Hurry! Fuck me with your big prick!"
Still standing, the coach grabbed Stella's legs and held them at his. sides like the handles of a wheelbarrow. Her pussy hole was now wide open, waiting for him. He then pulled her slightly forward so that he could fuck the shit out of her without banging his nuts on the desk.
"Oh, yes, baby!" he moaned, pressing his hard cock into her soft pussy. "I can feel your heat! Oooooooh!"
Her pussy lips parted as he shoved his cock into her cunt. She was wet and slippery and his cock slid in easily. He worked it in and out of her, slowly at first. Then he quickened the tempo, thrusting his huge prick in deep, pulling it halfway out, then slamming it back in again. His balls slapped noisily against her pussy lips.
The coach held her legs firmly while he rammed her cunt hole with his huge, swollen cock. Stella felt as-if she were being ripped open down the middle. But the pleasurable sensations of the man's cock made it all worthwhile. She trembled and sighed as the huge cock pounded her into submission.
"Uuuungh! Uuungh!" grunted Coach Davies. Sweat poured down his hairy body. His large stomach quivered with each thrust of his prick. He was enjoying the aunt's lovely pussy.
"Fuck meeee!" shouted Stella as the heat raced through her open pussy before traveling up to her brain. "Fuck me hard! Damn you, coach! Fuck my big pussy! Uuuuungh! Uuuungh!"
The coach slammed into her fuck hole with brutal thrusts. His thick cock stretched her pussy walls and filled her with mind-blowing heat waves that rippled through her cunt. She was beside herself as her juices began to rise.
"Shit! Shit! Shiiiiiit! Aaaaagh!" she howled. The friction in her pussy was intense and she gurgled deliriously.
"I'm going to fuck you to death, you bitch! You bitch!" He slammed his prick in and out of her brutally, all the time holding her long legs at his sides.
Stella could hear the sounds of their brutal fucking—squishing noises coming from her wet cunt and the loud noises of flesh slapping against flesh. She could also feel his thick body hair scratching her soft inner thighs. She shook her head in delirium as her body rocked to and fro.
"I can't take it!" she shouted as her juices began to boil. "I'm on fire! I'm burning! Shit! Shit! SHIIIIIITT! I'M COMMIIIING! AAAAAGH!"
The coach, his prick still hard, slammed into her wet pussy a few final times while she trembled violently on the desk. When her spasms had subsided, he yanked his cock out of her cunt with a loud popping noise and crawled on top of the desk with her. Stella, her mind still clouded from her violent orgasm, watched as the huge, hairy man straddled her shoulders and pointed his cock in the direction of her mouth.
"Put it in my mouth!" she said, her voice ragged. "Let me suck on it! It looks so good!"
"No, baby!" he said. "I want to fuck those huge titties!"
Stella knew what he meant, for she had done this many times before, with a lot of different men. It seemed men found her tits irresistible. She watched as the coach placed his cock between her huge titties and then pressed her titties together with his hands, thus enclosing his big prick between two mountains of burning flesh. She could feel the heat from his cock and see the shining red cock bulb staring at her from between her white titties.
"Oooooooh, baaabbyyy!" he moaned as he thrust his cock back and forth. "Your tits are hot as shit! Iiiieee! Uungh!"
Stella also was feeling pleasure as the hot prick burned her titties. She reached up and grabbed them herself, forcing them even tighter against the coach's cock. She trembled and gasped each time the huge prick slid back and forth.
Stella found herself staring directly into the man's cock. Each time the huge prick shot forward she opened her mouth, hoping to feel it slam against her lips, but she never did. It did come close enough so that she could see her own pussy juices glistening on its shaft. She continued watching, while her big tits throbbed and burned.
"Fuck it, bitch!" groaned the coach as he began to thrust his cock harder.
Both he and Stella held her tits firmly. Her hot, throbbing flesh burned the shit out of his cock and made him tremble. He could feel his cum rising and he slammed his prick back and forth viciously.
"Come in my mouth, coach!" said Stella, holding her mouth open wide. "See if you can shoot your wad all the way to my face!"
"Oooooh, bitch! You're making me come, bitch!" howled the coach, slamming into her with all his might. "Shiiiit! Uuuungh! I feel it!"
His cock erupted and sent thick wads of cum shooting in the direction of Stella's face. The brunette closed her eyes and opened her mouth in expectation. The gooey cream landed on her forehead and on her cheeks. The man's prick kept pumping. Finally, a thick wad landed on her lips and dripped down into her greedy mouth. She swallowed it quickly and then was awarded with another thick load of spunk that hit her squarely on her tongue. This too she gulped down, smacking her lips with glee.
The coach's cock was shrinking fast, but it continued to squirt. It covered her neck and titties with cum. Stella took her hands and smeared the cream all over her titties, rubbing it in. Then she lifted her head and pulled the coach's cock into her mouth, sucking and slurping on the meaty prick until it was clean. Finally satisfied, she let him roll off her and then sat up on the desk.
"Was I persuasive enough?" she asked, wiping the cum from her face. She felt completely satisfied as she pinched her tits.
"Damn right, bitch! I'll tell Dennis that he's my starting quarterback. And I'll tell old man Lancer to go to hell!"
"Thank you, coach! Glad to do business with you!"
Stella hopped down off the table and collected her clothes. She could see that the coach's lunch hour was almost over and she wanted to leave before his next class arrived. Once dressed, she gave him a parting kiss and then hurried out of the building.
Upon arriving at her brother's house, Stella checked her appearance in the rear view mirror. Satisfied, she got out and went inside. Just when she was closing the front door behind her, she heard what sounded like a scream coming from the living room. Stella crept forward and peeked through the doorway. The scream was not frightened—it was passionate.
The sight Stella saw startled her, but she kept watching. On the floor was a postman's mailbag and on the couch was the naked postman, with tiny Doris, also naked, riding his cock. The little blonde was grinding her pussy into him. Her head was tossed back and her eyes were shut tight. Her firm, pointed tits bounced up and down. Her slim legs straddled the postman's hips. So, Stella thought, the little bitch gets it on the side. No wonder she was so nervous! "Oooooooh!" moaned Doris. "Your big prick is tearing me apart!" She moved her hips in circles.
Stella watched as the postman bucked up into the tiny woman, slamming his big cock deep into the woman's cunt with such force that she nearly fell off his body. Once more Doris screamed. Then she began to bounce up and down, letting the huge cock slide in and out of her tiny pussy. Stella could see the woman's golden cunt hair coming into contact with the postman's hairy nuts.
"Uuuunnngh!" groaned the postman as he arched his back and forced more of his cock into the woman's open pussy. "You're so fucking tight!"
Still unseen, Stella peeked at the two on the couch. The little blonde continued to bounce up and down on the huge prick. It slid in and out of her noisily. Her asscheeks jiggled each time she slapped down on the postman's cock. Stella could see pussy juice glistening on the hard cock shaft each time Doris lifted up. Their moans and gasps made the brunette quiver.
"Fuck me, you bitch! Fuck me!" shouted the postman as the blonde rode him feverishly.
"Oooooooh! It's so fucking deep! Aaaaagh!" howled Doris, her shoulder-length blonde hair flying about. "Burn me! Fuck me to death! I need it! I need your cock! Aaaaagh!"
Stella's well-fucked pussy was beginning to drip once more as she watched the hard-fucking little blonde. The man's cock was enormous, yet Doris rode it like a champion, letting it slam into her pussy brutally. Then the postman got too rough.
He bucked up into Doris so hard that the little woman went sailing to the floor, her pussy empty.
"Hurry," cried Doris, rising to her hands and knees. "Put your cock back inside me! Plug me up! Hurry!"
Stella, relieved that her sister-in-law was not hurt, kept watching as the postman jumped down onto the floor and grabbed Doris' waist from behind. Then he shoved his huge cock into her golden-haired cunt and forced it in balls deep. The little woman arched her back, her tits hanging low.
Doris pushed her ass back into the postman's hairy groin. "That's it! Fuck me like a dog!"
The postman held her slim waist firmly and slammed his big prick in and out of her. Each savage thrust shook her thighs and asscheeks and turned them red. She lowered her head as her body rocked to and fro.
The postman moaned, his huge bulk towering over her kneeling body. "You're a hot motherfucker! liiiieeee! I'm going to set you on fire, bitch! Shiiiit!"
Stella wondered how such a tiny woman could bear such a huge cock. Surely it must be up into her belly. She kept watching from her hidden position as the postman pummeled Doris' little pussy.
Fuck noises filled the room. Doris' ass was bright red. Both their bodies were covered with sweat and they were both panting furiously as heated bliss consumed them.
"Shit! Shit! Shiiiiiiit!" howled Doris as the man pounded the shit out of her little golden pussy.
"I'm on fire!"
"Me toooooo!" said the postman, his thrusting cock into her clinging, red-hot pussy meat.
"I can't take much more!" she cried. "I'm going to come!"
"Aaaaaagh!" said he. "Me tooooo! I feel it!"
Stella watched as the two collapsed on the carpet, their bodies thrusting and heaving and spewing out cum. Then the brunette left the house and drove off. She didn't want Doris to know what she had seen. She spent the rest of the day shopping, then joined the family at dinner before hopping into bed for a well-deserved sleep.