Chapter 9
"Oh, yeah, baby, fuck me!" Stell said into the softness of Tom's neck.
"Yeah, Stell-God, but I can't believe you're like this with me, that you wanted to be like this with me. I always thought you didn't like sex, honey, and so I tried not to get involved. God, how I wanted to fuck like this. I even tried to find it with other women, but I don't have to do that anymore, do I?"
"No, never, honey, never again. I'll give you all the fucking you need and as wild as you want it."
They continued to fuck after the three men left. The anger had worn down to sheer passion, and the fear had grown to excitement as they fucked and fucked into the early morning hours.
Tom dumped load after load into Stell's cunt, and still she begged for more. But finally he suggested that they save themselves, for he was taking her to a special party that night, and they would need their strength.
Stell bought a new slinky gown that showed off her tits, ass and long legs, and Tom said that it was perfect. She was thrilled that they were actually dressing up to go out.
The party was at the Horchows. The Andersons were there, as were the Simmonses, but Stell didn't know anyone else. She chatted with Betty and Pat for a while, and even got to know Tania Horchow as they drank and ate the hors d'oeuvres before dinner. Another couple, the Richters, came late, and Stell was impressed with them both. Brian was tall and lean, athletic without being overpowering. He seemed to walk like a cat, and Stell felt herself turn on. Brian's wife, Samantha, was small and beautiful.
All during dinner Stell noticed that the men were taking down notes in small notebooks. She had asked Tom, but he only told her that she would see a bit later.
The food and wine were good, and the evening began to mellow out for Stell. The night before she had thought that her world was just about to fall in around her when Tom had walked into that room where she was being so thoroughly fucked, but it had all worked out. She breathed a sigh of relief and cast a smile at Tom who sat across the table beside Tania Horchow. He smiled back and returned to his busy conversation.
After dinner everyone retired to the living room for coffee. Stell sat beside her husband, who let his hand play up and down her thigh. The sensations he produced were extreme, and she wished that he would either stop or that they would go home so that she could do something about them.
Stell had just noticed a small velvet footstool in one corner of the room when Rick Horchow got up and cleared his throat. He wasn't that tall, but he gave the impression of being a large, handsome man. Stell didn't know if it was the cut of his clothes, or his build, but she liked the way it came across.
"I think you have had enough time, gentlemen. If you'll just put your estimates in the crystal bowl that Tania brings around ..." he said.
Tania moved around the room with the small cut crystal bowl and the men dropped in slips of paper. Tania was dark and small. Her large tits seemed even bigger than they really were, and they seemed to strain against the rose coral gown as she moved around the room. Stell became aware of just how beautiful all the women in the room really were. Rick went over and got the footstool and placed it in the center of the room.
"What's going on?" asked Stell.
"Just wait and see," answered Tom, giving her leg a squeeze.
"And I think we'll begin with Pat Simmons, lovely as always. Pat," he said, holding out his hand, and she got up off the couch and went to him.
Rick helped her up on the stool and she turned around once, showing off her great figure in a lime-green dress.
Stell gasped and stiffened as she watched Rick reach up and unzip the dress with a swift downward pull on the zipper. He pulled off the sleeves and let the material fall down around her waist and over her hips. The slick material slid down her legs and Stell's mouth hung open as she watched Pat Simmons step out of it and stand there in her bra, panties and high heels.
Rick handed his own wife the dress and she folded it neatly and sat it on the couch.
The men talked among themselves, and the women smiled-all except for Stell, who was too amazed to do anything but fight for breath. Tom squeezed her leg again and smiled at her.
Rick unhooked Pat's bra and freed her large, milky tits. He handed Tania her bra. Tania stood beside him waiting, and Stell knew why. Rick hooked his hand inside the elastic band of Pat's panties and stripped her in a swift, silky motion.
Pat stepped out of them as calmly as she had out of her dress. Stell's heart was beating against her ribs, and her blood raced through her veins. She put the first knuckle of her right hand between her teeth to control the feelings that churned inside her. She had to refocus as Rick moved away from the naked woman and returned with a tape measure in his hand.
He first measured her tits, calling out the figures for Tania, who wrote them in a notebook. Then he measured the diameter of her nipple. Once again he called out the number and Tania wrote it in her book. Rick measured her from belly button to the beginning of her cunt cleft. He measured the length of her pussy from end to end.
When Stell watched him pull out one of Pat's pussy lips to measure its full extension, she thought she was going to faint, for she knew that eventually she would be up on that stool. But behind the weakness, the shallowness of her breathing, burned an excitement that she had never known before.
Finally Rick measured her leg from her crotch to her foot, called out the figure and Tania wrote it down. He then led Pat back to the couch and called for Betty.
Betty got up and stepped up on the pedestal. She too turned around once, smiling at the men, and stuck out her big tits, waiting for Rick to unzip her dress.
Each of the women went through the same process, stripped and measured by Rick. The others sat naked on the couch as Rick finally called for Stell. Her heart leaped.
"Go on, honey," said Tom.
She was up and walking toward Rick before she fully realized what was happening. She took a deep breath and reached out for his hand as he helped her up. Stell felt dizzy as she stood there, the men all staring at her and the women smiling. She felt Rick's hands at the back of her gown, and then she felt a draft as the zipper slid down and her dress peeled away. Rick turned it down over her tits and pulled it down her waist and legs. She stepped out of it, and stood there before their leering eyes. She could feel her face flush scarlet and her throat constrict.
Rick unhooked her bra and it fell away, revealing her large, full, pink-nippled titties. They juggled slightly and the men all smiled at her, even Tom. There were more approving smiles as Rick peeled down her panties and displayed her thick blonde bush.
Stell could feel the pounding of her heart and the thundering of her blood. She was embarrassed, but there was something stronger than that. Rick's hands on her had ignited ripples of sensation that she did not understand. How could she be turned on here, before all these people? Yet turned on was exactly what she was. The excitement mounted as Rick measured her tits, his fingers brushing against the skin of her firm tits, grazing against her taut nipples as he extended the tape. Tania wrote down the figure in the book.
The measurement from navel to cunt cleft was almost unbearable, for Stell could feel Rick's fingers in her pussy hair, against the outer lips of her cunt, and she could feel the churning of her cunt, as it contracted at his touch.
But when he pulled out her cunt lip and measured it, Stell thought that she would surely come with him pulling out the pink flap of skin. Her pussy screamed with pleasure, and her cunt rippled with tiny spasms. She fought to control herself and avoid the humiliation of coming right there on the pedestal as everyone looked on.
Fortunately, Rick let her pussy lip snap back into place and reached up between her legs and began to measure her from crotch to foot.
After all the women had been measured and were sitting naked on the couch, Tania included, Rick got her notebook and began to total up the figures.
Rick then leafed through the slips of paper the men had put in the bowl.
"Brian, I guess you are the lucky man. And our winner among the women is Stell Chambers."
Everyone applauded and Stell blushed. She had no idea where things would go from there, but she didn't imagine that they would put their clothes back on.
"Stell, back up on the stool and let us admire you." Rick reached for her hand and she let herself be led back to the velvet footstool. He turned her around and around, giving out her figures once again, and reading off the total inches.
"Eighty-six total inches, ladies and gentlemen. A new record for our contest, if I'm not mistaken." Rick turned her around again, reaching out and lifting up her tits with the palm of his hand as she turned.
Stell felt her skin burn at his touch. She had no idea how she could be so hot with so many people around. She was a constant surprise to herself.
Rick turned to Brian. "What is your wish?"
Brian got up and walked around the women sitting on the couch, and around Stell. He smiled with fine white teeth and his eyes sparkled their radiant blue as he scratched the back of his head.
He turned from Stell to the other women. "I've always wanted to see the reverse of a circle jerk, ladies, and now is my chance."
There was a mutual gasp as the women sucked in sharp intakes of air and looked at one another.
Brian walked over to them. "Everyone on the floor, please, facing this direction."
The women moved slowly. No one seemed to want to be first, and Stell stood there even after the others had sat down on the carpet facing the men.
Brian turned toward her. "You, too, Stell, our beautiful winner." He reached up and helped her down off the velvet stool.
Stell sat beside the others, aware of how awkward it was to be lady-like sitting with her legs spread on the carpet and flashing her cunt at the men who sat on the couch facing them.
The funny thing was that she could already feel her pussy oozing juices that dribbled down between her asscheeks. Her cunt radiated fiery heat throughout her body.
Brian walked into the middle of their group. "Everyone on her hands. Sit right on your hands so we don't have any false starts."
Stell looked at Betty and Pat who just shrugged and put their hands beneath their asses. Stell did the same, her own hands burning their imprint on her cool asscheeks.
Brian raised his hand. "When I give the signal, I want you all to begin masturbating until you all come, not just until the first one comes. Understood?"
The women nodded their heads and Brian began. "On your marks. Get set ..." He paused and Stell could feel the tension among the women. She didn't know what she would do when he said go. Could she stick her finger up her cunt with all these women around her, with all these men looking on? "Go!"
Stell's hand flew to her cunt and her middle finger sank up her cunt without a second's thought.
But once there, it just wiggled slowly, as if unsure of itself. Around her she could hear the wet action of other fingers slugging up hot juicy cunts, and she listened and watched the fingers and hands move at the mouths of eager pussies.
Stell's finger began to fuck in and out of her steamy cunt, slicing through the warm flesh and feeling the buttery smoothness of the insides of her cunt.
She watched Betty Anderson bent over, slamming her whole hand up her cunt, four fingers disappearing into the dark patch of her pussy hair and up her snatch.
Across from her the delicate hand of Samantha Richter made a cone of its joined fingers and pumped into her tight cunt that was surrounded by tight black pussy hair.
Stell's own action increased as she heard the breathing of the others quicken.
Cliff Anderson scooted up to the edge of the sofa and said, "First time I've ever seen a bunch of women beat off like that. Makes a guy hotter than hell just watching them."
Sitting beside him, Bill nodded. "Sure does. I got a cock that won't quit." He moved his hand and the bulge of his cock ran down his leg.
"Come on, ladies, whip those fingers," said Hank, clapping his hands as the fingers flew and the moans began to mount along with the heavy breathing.
Stell couldn't believe that she was actually going to bring herself off in front of all those people, but she could feel her come rising, bubbling up from her cunt and down from her bouncing, heaving tits. She concentrated on the bright bubble that grew within her, fucked herself with three slick fingers now, racing toward the finish line, actually hoping to win.
But just as she was about to burst across the finish line in an explosive orgasm, she saw Samantha Richter begin to thrash and writhe on the carpet, her pussy seeming to eat up her entire hand as it fucked into her tight cunt.
"Fuuuuuuck!" cried Samantha, bucking up off the carpet like a doll, her small, firm titties jutting up and jiggling like small white melons.
And, like a chain reaction, the other women began to come one after another. Stell crashed in second, then Betty, followed by Pat and Tania.
The women lay sprawled on the carpet, forgetting about gracefulness, and fought to regain their breath. The men clapped wildly and cheered. Rick walked over and raised Samantha's dripping hand, the juice actually running down her wrist as he held it up over her head.
After the women had regained control of their breathing, Rick stepped forward and said, "Okay, Brian had first crack. Tom, you were runner-up. They are all yours."
Stell's heart leaped. Tom got up and smiled at her and walked around the sprawled women. He circled the group and stepped over and around naked bodies, scratching his chin.
"Anything?" he asked Rick.
Rick nodded.
"Samantha," Tom decided out loud, walking over to where Samantha sat cross-legged on the carpet, "undress me." She got up and began unbuttoning his shirt.
By the time she had his clothes off, Tom's cock was rock hard. "Suck it." He pushed down on his cockhead and put his hand on her soft pale shoulder and made her kneel before him.
Without a word she knelt and opened her mouth. She took the head of his cock into her hot mouth and worked it around and around with her wet tongue.
Stell could not believe all the feelings that were going through her as she watched. It was as if she were between the cock and the woman's tongue, as though she could feel the sucking pull of Samantha's tongue.
Tom looked at Stell and down at the working mouth that took more and more of his cock. "God, this is too much," and he began to fuck in and out of the tight lips.
The more he fucked into her, the more he smiled, and the more he smiled, the more Stell felt the tingling in her own cunt. Her batteries had quickly recharged after her self-induced coming, and she was eager for more action. Her muscles twitched and quivered as she watched her husband's long cock slip silently in and out of Samantha's mouth. Samantha's saliva coated it with glistening light as he pulled out, and Stell wanted to mingle her own spit with Samantha's. She wanted to trade off sucking her husband's big cock.
Tom's face contorted, but it was difficult to identify its expression as pain or pleasure.
"No. I'll come. I want to fuck you, Samantha." He pulled out the glowing red knob of his prick. Her mouth already had sucked it almost to the point of no return, and Tom seemed to squeeze it to make sure that his cum stayed where he wanted it.
"Get on your hands and knees, Samantha." She did and he moved behind her fine ass and shapely legs. His hand reached out and followed the curve of her ass down her thigh and across to the other leg and up.
"I want to fuck you doggie style," he said, and stuck his big cock up between her thighs and raised it until he found the wet slot of her cunt.
"Yes," she said, responding to his touch by wiggling her ass around until the head of his cock lodged in her tight cunt.
Samantha lowered her small, firm tits to the carpet and stuck her ass up. Tom's long, thick cock eased up her pussy and her body seemed to quiver with the pressure that parted her pussy.
Stell's own pussy throbbed with the imaginary cock she felt pulsing up inside her. The phantom cock of her husband seemed to fuck her as his real cock plunged into the sweet ass of Samantha Richter.
Samantha's head turned from side to side and she uttered soft moaning sounds that came from deep in her throat.
"Yes, oh, yes. Good fuck, Tom-good fuck. I like it from the back, honey, I feel your cock all the way up my pussy," she said, growing more and more active with his fucking.
"That's the way, Samantha honey, fuck back into me." Tom tried to time his thrusting strokes to meet her backward movements.
He fucked faster as she moved more freely, and Stell could feel the quickening in her own cunt's contractions upon the imaginary prick within her pussy.
Samantha looked back over her shoulder at Tom and smiled, her tongue glossing her parted lips.
"Oh, Tom, what a cock. I can't get enough of this big prick. Ram it up my pussy, Tom. Make me feel it, honey-split my pussy wide open." She writhed and wiggled upon his cock and nodded her head up and down as he fucked her.
The excitement mounted as Tom and Samantha fucked in the middle of the floor, and the entire room experienced it. Stell felt it probably more than the others. As Tom and Samantha neared their climax, Stell's own fulfillment hovered just beyond her reach. Her own body writhed and twisted with the energy radiating from the other two in their ever more frantic fuck.
Samantha began to moan deeply, and her head jerked from side to side.
"Tom-oh, Tom. It's close, honey-fuck me hard. It's so close."
He crammed his cock in as far as he could and pumped wildly.
"Me, too, babe-oh shit! Me too."
Locked together, they fucked as one, and their come was simultaneous, both bodies bucking and heaving, milking the most they could from each other. .
As Stell watched Tom fuck Samantha, watched him come with shuddering spasms that shook not only him but the small frame of the woman he fucked, she could no longer control her feelings.
Sweeping over her in a long flat wave, her come sucked her up in its rush and threw her up against the hard wall of her intense pleasure. Her own body bucked and quivered as the intensity jolted her with great bolts of joy.
"Aaaaaah," she sighed quickly, caught her breath, and then rode the full length of her come to its dying ebb.
A few minutes later, Rick Horchow was walking slowly among the women. He smiled at Stell who had pleased the others more by her coming unassisted than had Tom and Samantha. Rick stopped beside her.
"Stell, I want you and Pat to suck each other out."
Stell's heart fell. She had never touched another woman, and had no desire to. But she could tell by the smile on Pat's face that the feeling wasn't mutual.
Pat got up and came over to her.
"Relax, Stell, I'm going to make you so happy you'll forget who it is between your legs. Believe me." Pat sat down beside her and stroked her thigh. She ran her fingers up and down the insides of Stell's thighs and brushed their tips along the cleft of her pussy.
Despite her unease, Stell felt the old familiar stirrings as Pat's fingers grazed the sensitive folds that hung down from her cunt. The fingertips tickled her hot cunt lips and a quiver ran through her body.
Pat smiled at her.
"See, it isn't all that bad. Who knows a woman's joy spots better than a woman."
Stell tried to relax, let out a long rush of breath she had been holding, and tried to smile back.
"I've just never done anything with a woman, Pat."
The other woman smiled again, and pushed her back down on the carpet. Pat pulled Stell's legs apart and bent them at the knee.
Stell's stomach tightened as she watched Pat lean over her and let her long red tongue trail up first one leg and then down the other.
"God, Pat, that feels like your tongue is on fire."
The other woman nodded without looking at her.
"Not my tongue, honey, my cunt. But I guess I'm pretty well heated all over."
Pat's tongue continued to run trails of fire that glistened long after her tongue had left. The wanderings of her tongue led through the forest of blonde bush and up over her flat belly toward her belly button. Up ran her tongue, tracing rings around Stell's hard nipples..
"Ooooh, Pat, that's wonderful." Stell pushed up her tits to meet Pat's tongue. She squeezed her own flesh until she could feel the narrow line between pain and pleasure begin to fade.
Pat looked up at her.
"Your skin is so sweet, Stell. God, I'll bet your cunt is just as sweet." Her tongue, as though tired of wandering over Stell's body, slid down the length of her, through her patch of blonde and down into the wet entry of her aching cunt.
"Oooooh!" cried Stell, not expecting the electrical charge that Pat's tongue seemed to carry.
Pat lifted her head, her tongue flicking in and out of her mouth and fluttering from side to side over Stell's gasping cunt.
"Sweeter than I thought, honey, so much sweeter." She buried her head in Stell's crotch and her tongue drove deep into her hot cunt.
Stell couldn't believe the feelings that the woman's tongue created inside her. Her tongue seemed to expose nerves that Stell didn't even know she had.
"Yes, oh . . . yes . . . yes." She raised her shoulders up off the carpet and tried to watch as Pat's tongue worked in and out of her cunt.
"Suck my clit, babe-oh, please suck my clit."
Pat's tongue searched out the hard hot nub of her clit, circled it and sucked it between powerful lips.
As Stell's body trembled with the sensation, her mind wanted to do more than receive. She moved up and tried to work her way in between Pat's legs.
Pat looked down at her and nodded, raising one leg and helping Stell scoot up under her.
"God, yes, Stell-do it, honey-it's so good."
Stell didn't know just what to do, but she knew how her own pussy felt as Pat sucked upon her crazed clit. She wanted to make Pat feel the same way.
Pat's cunt was just above her face, its pink mouth gasping slightly, glistening above her. Stell could see the thick swollen tip of her clit, so much larger than her own, and so inviting. She raised up off the carpet and opened her mouth to meet the wet kiss of Pat's cunt.
As Stell's mouth touched the wet warmth of her cunt, Pat spread her legs and lowered herself so that Stell would have better access.
"Hold on to my ass, honey. Support yourself."
Stell reached around Pat's hips and grabbed hold of the full swells of her ass. Her fingers dug into the firm flesh, and she was able to pull her mouth right up to the musky mouth of Pat's hot cunt.
"God, Pat," she said, breathing deeply the woman's rich odor. "God in heaven."
Stell's tongue flicked out and caressed the tip of Pat's clit, and both women shuddered as the contact was made.
Pat's pussy contracted.
"Do it, honey-shit, that's it."
Stell flicked out her tongue again, and this time she circled the soft nub and sucked it into her mouth.
Pat's entire body seemed to vibrate.
"Gooooood! Shit! Baby! Shit!"
Pat buried her own face deep in Stell's crotch and began sucking for all she was worth. Stell didn't know that a mouth could have so much power. She had no idea that a tongue could whip the fires of her pussy to such burning heights. But even more, she had never dreamed what a woman would be able to make her tongue do those things to her.
The two women locked their legs around each other's heads. They rocked back and forth as their tongues fucked one another's cunts. They even seemed to moan in unison.
Stell was vaguely aware that things were going on around her but she could only concentrate on her own tongue lashing out and licking into the buttery smoothness of Pat's pussy. She could only be aware of the incredible pleasure that Pat's tongue was able to mount as it flicked and fluttered inside her own cunt.
Once, however, as she and Pat rolled about the room, she caught sight of Tom's great cock banging into Betty Anderson's cunt. Betty leaned up against the wall and Tom seemed to be plunging up her with a mad frenzy. Betty's face was frozen in a mask of utter obsession as she rode Tom's fuck pole. And then Stell rolled and they were lost to sight.
Only seconds after that, the first of innumerable orgasms caught her by surprise and shook her almost senseless. Her cries were muffled by the wet mouth of Pat's cunt, and her frantic flailing about was bound by the tightness of her grip.
Her body twitched and thrashed as her spasms ripped her, and she thought her entire cunt would be torn away from her body, but just as she slid up and over the peak of her climax, another followed upon the heels of the first.
God, oh merciful God-and there it was, wringing her like a dish rag, squeezing the breath and consciousness out of her and tossing her back upon the tempest of her passion.
Pat's tongue never left her clit, sucked longingly at it, sucking it deeper and deeper into her mouth, and Stell dangled by little more than that swollen nub to feelings of any kind. Pat played her like a yoyo, drawing her up into the midst of her passion, and playing her out again, only to draw her back.
At last Stell felt the shuddering quiver in Pat's own body followed by the tensing of her ass muscles. Her body then began to buck and roll with the completion of its orgasm, rippling and trembling out in long, lazy spasms.
"Aaaaaahhh," sighed Pat as the strength of her come faded.
Stell couldn't take her mouth away from the sweetness of Pat's cunt, and she lingered, her tongue darting in and out even as the last fleeting sensations of Pat's come faded.
"Fuck me, oh, somebody fuck me," Stell cried, burying her tongue deep in the scented slickness.
Even as she begged to be fucked, Stell felt the blunt force of something forcing against her ass and cunt from the back. She lay face down, her mouth sucking up the fullness of Pat's cunt, and someone lay on top of her, for she could now feel a long hard cock plunge against her cunt from the back, probe and push until the head sunk into her pussy.
Raising her head, Stell looked back and saw the smiling face of Brian Richter. His cock sank deeper up her cunt and he began to fuck into her with quick short strokes that shook her with their power.
"Yes, yes, oh yes-fuck me."
Brian slid his hands under her and cupped a tit in each one. His fingers sank into the firm mounds and began kneading them in time with his fucking.
Stell's whole body came alive.
"Shit, honey, yeah-shit, fuck me. I can't get enough."
Stell felt herself being rolled on her side. Brian still fucked into he with quick, thudding strokes from the back, but as her mouth was pulled away from Pat's cunt, she saw that Rick Horchow was in front of her.
Her eyes widened. He held his cock in his hand and jacked it off slowly, it was the biggest cock Stell had ever seen.
Rick smiled at her slyly.
"All for you, Stell." He began working the head of his cock against the mouth of her cunt, a cunt already full of Brian's thick cock.
Stell shook her head.
"Oh, no, please. Not both of you. I can't-" Rick just smiled at her and put his finger to her lips.
"Sure you can, baby. Just watch."
He began forcing his huge cock into the already stuffed cunt.
Stell felt her pussy stretch beyond belief. Rick's cock was actually moving into her, with short vicious stabs that felt like the blows of a blade against her pussy.
"NO!" she yelled, but Brian reached around from the back and covered her mouth with his hand.
She shook her head, but he kept his hand firmly against her lips.
Rick reached down and raised her left leg so that he could get at her pussy better. "A little help wouldn't hurt," he said, but Stell didn't hear him.
She couldn't believe what was happening. Rick's massive cock kept inching its way up her cunt, and Brian kept fucking her from the back. The more Brian fucked her, the more lubrication was furnished for Rick.
Stell screamed against Brian's hand, but they both kept fucking her. No cunt could take two such cocks. It was impossible. And yet, the two pricks worked in and out of her splitting cunt.
With one cunt-shattering heave Rick forced the full length of his cock up the remainder of Stell's cunt, and the cry that came from her lips escaped as little more than a whimper from beneath Brian's hand.
Stell dangled there between consciousness and the blackness of her utter pain. But just as she thought that she would lose consciousness, her body did one of those complete reversals that she still couldn't comprehend.
There in her cunt, switching like day and night, was the immense pleasure that the two cocks generated as they fucked like one great prick up the throbbing passage of her cunt.
"God," she cried, "oh God, my God, yes-oh yes," and she began to fuck against them.
Tom walked over and looked down at her. Kneeling down over her, he turned her head up towards him. He lowered his thick cock down to her mouth, and she opened her lips.
"All the cock you can handle, hon-all the cock in the world." He too began to fuck into the soft eagerness of Stell."
Stell fucked them all, rode their pricks into the fullness of her tomorrow.