Chapter 1
Stell Chambers felt Tom's thick cock plunge up her tight cunt with short, vicious jabs. She was hardly awake, yet his prick ignited submerged feelings of surrender.
"Yes, Tom, oh yes, honey," she said into his ear.
"Mmmm," he mumbled and continued with his quick, methodical thrusts.
She tried to arouse herself completely before it was over, but already she felt his body tense, like a cocked pistol ready to fire.
Her mind and imagination frantically raced as his thick cock began to spurt its hot cum into her throbbing cunt. Great gushes of jism scalded the insides of her pussy like molten lead.
"Tom . . . Tom ..." She wanted to tell him that she wasn't there, but she didn't want to make him feel badly.
"Good, honey, really good," was all he said as he rolled off her and headed for the shower. She watched his athletic back and shoulders in the pale morning light, his narrow waist and tight ass-she loved his ass, the curve of his asscheeks, the fuzzy hair that covered them.
But as usual, he had fucked her and left her high and dry. Stell couldn't stand it any more.
Again she was forced to let her own hands bring her the satisfaction that her husband never did. Her right hand strayed to her pussy while her left moved over her large aching titties. Her middle finger found the familiar groove of her cunt and slipped eagerly into the wet, slick opening.
"Aaaaahhh," Stell sighed to herself and moved her finger in quick angled plunges into her pussy and across her clit while she listened to the sound of Tom's shower.
She would have to hurry, for he was running late and his shower would not last long. Her finger increased its tempo, and her hips began to move to its rhythm. She doubled up, pulling her knees against the fullness of her tits to increase the pressure on her cunt, and her finger flew in and out of the wet cunt, rubbing wildly against the inflamed clit. Just as she heard the water stop in the shower, her own body shuddered gently in a weak spasm as her come rolled across her like ripples through thick syrup.
It was still the same. Stell had thought that their lives might change with the move and the new job, and she had given it time, but it hadn't made any difference. The sex was still quick, wham-bam, roll over and go to sleep or get up and go to work. She really didn't think she could take it any more. She hadn't been able to talk with Tom about it-he was so sensitive about making her happy, he worked so hard and everything-but her frustration was mounting, had reached a level that frightened her. She had to do something, but she didn't know what.
She had thrown herself into fixing up their house, which was not new, but so much nicer than the apartment they'd been renting before they moved to Pleasanton. But even her interest in that had worn off.
She sat in the kitchen drinking cup after cup of coffee, until her hands actually began to tremble. Getting up and putting the dishes in the washer, she threw herself into house cleaning, even though she had just cleaned the entire house the day before. While dusting the den she tossed the rag on the seat of her Boston rocker and sat down in Tom's overstuffed leather chair. She wanted to cry, but her tears were all gone. She sat for a long while, trying to decide what to do. She even toyed with the idea of having an affair, but women in her family just didn't do such things. She dismissed the thought. Exercise was what she needed, something to work off that excess energy. She needed a swim.
The pool was one of the things she loved most about the house, and she tried to swim every day, to avoid post-marital decay, as she often told Tom.
She pulled off her robe and nightgown and slipped on her briefest bikini, a yellow string job that she only wore when no one else was around, not even Tom. It cut up her ass and really wasn't very comfortable, but it bared almost all of her to the sun, and she wanted a thorough tan.
When she stepped out on the deck, she knew something was wrong, for the surface of the pool was littered with insects and dead leaves.
"Shit," she said and got the long poled net to scoop off the insects and debris. But as she was scooping, she saw that the filter wasn't working.
"Damnit!" Wouldn't anything in her life go right? She went over to the small structure that housed the heater and pump for the pool, but she couldn't tell exactly what was happening. The motor seemed to be working, but the skimmer and filter weren't doing their job.
It was a beautiful sunny day, not too hot, a perfect day for the pool, and Stell felt like she might just have enough tears left to cry over the disappointment. She tossed the scoop into the pool with a loud, "Fuck!" a word that she used only beyond Tom's hearing.
Just as she was about to chalk off her whole day as a failure, she saw Cliff Anderson's green pickup backing out of his driveway. She hurried to her gate and ran down her drive.
"Cliff!" she yelled as she ran, unaware of how she looked, titties straining at the flimsy material as they bounced up and down. "Cliff! Wait!"
As he turned the wheel and began to accelerate, he saw her and slammed on his brakes. He rolled down the window and smiled broadly as she ran toward him, obviously enjoying the display as her large, firm tits did everything but flop out of their skimpy halter.
"What's the emergency, Mrs. Chambers?" said Cliff, eyes focused upon her full luscious tits.
"Thank goodness I caught you," she said breathlessly. She put her hand between her tits, and paused to catch her breath. His eyes never left the beautiful swells of tan flesh.
"My filter, Mr. Anderson, my filter isn't working. You have time to look at it before you leave? I know you must be terribly busy and all, but I really would appreciate it." She smiled at him and he looked at her beautiful face, almost for the first time.
"Sure thing, Mrs. Chambers. No trouble at all."
"Stella-but my friends call me Stell." "Stell it is." He pulled his pickup into her driveway and took a look at the filter.
Fifteen minutes later he was through.
"That should do it," said Cliff, wiping his hands on a shop towel he carried in the back pocket of his tight Levi's.
"How much do I owe you?" she asked.
"Hell, it was nothing, Stell. You don't owe me a thing," he said with a longing look at her tits and cunt. "Maybe just come over for drinks some evening after your husband gets home from work. You'd like Betty, my wife."
"That would be great, Cliff. We just don't know a soul here in Pleasanton, I'm afraid."
"It won't take long, Stell, believe me." He again ran his eyes over her body like a little boy looking into a candy store.
Stell felt the magnetism, had felt it ever since she had run up to his pickup and felt him look at her. She didn't want him to leave, but didn't know how to keep him.
"Let me scoop off all that shit before I go," he said and picked up the long pole and began collecting the debris from the water.
"Oh, I can do that."
"Sure, you can do it, but I want to-okay?" He smiled at her and the smile seemed to fan the fires she had been unable to put out that morning with her own finger. She knew it was somehow dangerous, but she smiled back, smiled with her whole body.
"Thanks, Cliff. That's sweet of you."
"Damn right, old Cliff Anderson is one sweet guy, you can bet on it." He winked at her, and went about cleaning the pool.
"Can I get you a drink?"
"Thanks, that would be swell."
"You name it."
"I'm a gin man, Stell, a gin and tonic if you have it."
"You got it," she smiled again, aware that the smile suggested so much more than what her bright features indicated. She felt good for the first time in a long while as she went in to fix Cliff's drink. Her heart pounded and her blood raced, and it felt so good.
Five minutes later, she brought him his drink.
"What are you doing?" she said with a surprised look and almost dropped his drink on the concrete.
Cliff had his shirt off and was unbuttoning the top button of his Levi's.
"See the drain down there?" he said, pointing to the deep end of the pool. "There's something clogging up the drain. I don't think that would affect your filtering system, but you can't tell."
"What are you going to do?" She still didn't understand how that necessitated his taking off his clothes.
"I thought I'd just unclog it for you if I could."
Her eyes were wide with disbelief as she watched him pull off his pants one leg at a time, balancing there on the edge of the pool.
"I'll take a drink if you don't mind," he said with a strange smile playing about his mouth.
It was a full, sensual mouth, and Stell could almost taste its kisses. She shook her head and tried to push back the feelings that he aroused in her.
"Umm, good," he said, and handed back the tall collins glass.
"Hell, I might as well take these off too," he said. "Devil of a time trying to explain to Betty how I got my shorts wet, don't you think?" He chuckled softly and stripped off his boxer shorts and stood before her in the nude, his cock hanging half hard and inviting between his legs, but before she could really take it in, he had plunged into the water and stroked toward the bottom.
She stood there quivering, goose bumps prickling her tanned flesh. Her pussy throbbed as she clung to the image of his thick cock, much thicker than she had imagined. How big would it be hard? Christ! She tried to force such thoughts from her mind. She was just torturing herself. In a few minutes he would be gone and she would be left high and dry again, having to fuck herself with her own finger-or the several other devices she had tried since her marriage.
"Got it!" he cried, breaking the surface in a rush of water and bubbles. He shook his medium length hair and sprayed water on her. She jumped back, but it had felt good, the sudden chill against her hot flesh.
He held up an old T-shirt rusted with the grilled pattern of the drain.
"That would have caused you some trouble eventually, anyway," he said, climbing up the ladder, water running off his bronzed body in quick rivulets. He stood at the top and the sun clung in a hundred beads of water around his prick. Her eyes could not pull away, and she knew that he was fully aware of it.
As she stood there, dumbfounded, his cock swelled up before her. Her eyes grew even larger as she watched the flesh of his cock expand, stretch, lengthen. The head grew into a mushroomed purplish knob and the cockshaft expanded to a pinkish stalk around which ran red and purple veins that seemed to pulse as his prick bobbed up and down.
"My god," she said, her hand automatically going to her mouth.
"I'd apologize, but I can't. You are a great-looking woman, Stell, and my cock just naturally reacts when it's around someone as sexy as you."
She could feel the scarlet flush up her throat and into her cheeks. She had never been in such a situation and didn't know how to react. The only thing she knew was that she liked the look of his cock, and in her heart of hearts, wanted it inside her aching pussy. But other feelings pulled at her.
"I think you had better get dressed and finish your drink and then leave, Cliff. I don't . . ."
"Hey, Stell, come on, honey, no harm intended. Let's face it, you are one fantastic broad, and my cock has a mind of its own, Stell. It is a persistent little devil," he said, smiling, holding his thick cock in his hand and shaking it at her.
She tried not to look at it, but she couldn't help herself. Her pussy, too, had a mind of its own, and right now it was overpowering every other feeling she had.
"Please, Cliff. I'm not like that . . . I've never ... I don't . . ." She felt pulled apart. Her need was so strong, her conscience so weak. She loved Tom, but she also needed . . . what? Needed to be fucked, really fucked.
"Don't kid yourself, Stell. You want it as much as I do. I can tell by just looking at your eyes. Your eyes are tasting my cock right now, honey, I can feel them nibbling at its head, and it feels so good."
"Go, Cliff, please go before something happens." She turned her face away from him, but she stood rooted to the concrete.
She felt his hand touch her shoulder. The electrical charge shot through ever limb and raced along the circuitry of her nerves to her cunt. Her whole body trembled with the energy that flowed from his touch.
"You want it as much as I do, Stell, admit it. You want my big cock up that pussy so much you can already feel it-the thickness of it, the length of it-fucking up into your hot cunt. Go ahead and tell me you don't want it, Stell. Try and convince me." His other hand touched her and both hands ran down her arms. The energy level rising quickened the beat of her heart and the rush of air into her lungs.
"Oh, God, Cliff, don't do this-don't." She begged him, but she didn't pull away, didn't turn, didn't fight him.
"Can't you feel my hot prick, Stell, feel it easing up your buttery cunt, slicing into your slick pussy like a hot knife, honey. Feel it? Sure you do." His hands moved to the large globes of her tits, squeezed them as they hung barely covered by her bikini top. His fingers brushed the hard nubs of her taut nipples. The crackle of lightning-like electricity danced through her and zapped her cunt like a thousand volts. Her knees buckled and she would have fallen had Cliff not caught her in his arms.
"Christ, Stell, don't fight it. You want to fuck and you know it."
"Don't, Cliff," she mumbled weakly into his ear. "Love my husband, Cliff, I really do."
"Sure you do, honey, sure you do. But right now you are gonna fuck good old Cliff. Forget about Tom. Just think about Cliff and his big, beautiful cock. That cock is gonna make you so happy, baby, so fuckin' happy."
She could feel the hard length of his cock moving down her belly toward her cunt. He was pushing it down with one hand and holding her up with the other around her shoulders. Christ, was he going to fuck her standing up? Could people do it that way? She had never been fucked in any other way than the good old missionary position, and for the briefest time imaginable.
"Gonna stick this cock right up your greased pussy," he said and laughed softly.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, shaking her head back and forth weakly. She had to resist, didn't she? Wasn't she trying to make him stop? It wasn't really her fault, then. How could it be? She continued moving her head slowly back and forth, even as she felt the head of Cliff's cock nudge against the mouth of her burning cunt.
"A little help, Stell," he said, bending his knees so that he could get his cock up and angled toward her pussy. He put his hand between her thighs and wiggled it back and forth. "Come on, honey, a little cooperation here."
"Nnnnn," she said, still moving her head, but her thighs parted a little as she bowed her knees slightly. "Cliff," she said, but it floated away without meaning.
"That's it, honey, a little more, baby. Let Cliff stick this thing up your cunt and fuck you till kingdom come." He leaned her body to one side and kicked out her leg with his foot. Her own foot spread and her legs came apart. "There you go," he said and, straightening her back up, his cock made its first penetration.
"Aaaaah," she sighed, "Ooooh, Jesus, oooh, no, Cliff, noooo," but his cock was inching up into her burning cunt and the fires had begun to rage. One last effort to stop him tumbled from her throat, "NOOOAAAHHH-GGG," and ended in a guttural strangling moan as all her resistance died.
"Uuuuummm, baby, what a cunt. God, better than I had hoped for, Stell-tight and warm. Shit, baby, are we gonna have us a time." His cock closed the gap between its head and root in one swift plunge.
"Oooooh, shit!" she cried. The cock filling her as nothing had since she had been married to Tom. "Oh, shit, oh Christ, fuck me, Cliff, oh yes, fuck me." She clamped her cunt down on his cock and began to move against him.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ," he said. "Where the fuck did you learn to do that?" A look of pure gratification filled his face.
"Just comes naturally, I guess," she said, smiling up into his face. All resistance having fled, there was no need to pretend that she didn't enjoy it, didn't want it.
He moved his hands to her ass and clutched her asscheeks. Then he began to fuck in earnest.
"Oooooh, yes, Cliff, that's the way-that's it, honey, fuck my cunt." She threw her head back, her blond hair fell like a golden waterfall down her lovely back. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me. I need it, honey, I need it so bad-oh, so fuckin' bad."
She gripped his cock with her cunt and fucked back. She tried to reach around and grip his ass with her hands but her arms were not long enough. He had actually lifted her off the ground, her legs dangling down beside his calves as her own thighs rested on his upper legs.
"Fuck, honey, that's it," he said, his own tool driving up into her tight cunt with mounting fury. "Fuck me with that tight cunt. Ball me, baby, ball me like you never balled before." His face grimaced with sheer pleasure as he fucked into her tightening pussy.
"Oh, it's been so long, Cliff, so so long. Do it, honey, do it right, baby. That's it-oh, that's it." She squirmed and twisted on his cock, squeezed with every muscle she had, coaxing him on to harder and harder thrusts, wilder and wilder gyrations as he stood fucking her with his thick cock and at the same time balancing her almost in mid-air like a circus seal balancing a ball.
"Mmmmm, honey, you're so good," she said, hugging him with her arms, flattening her titties against his chest until she could feel her hard, marble-like nipples burning at their centers. She pressed harder until the burning became more intense, bordering on pain, a sensation that seemed to fan the fires that soared in the furnace of her cunt.
"Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Baby, what a pussy, what a wild cunt." He fucked and fucked, balanced and fucked at the same time, thrusting up into her gripping cunt until she didn't think she could stand it any more. She had been dissatisfied so many times in the past that every time she neared the bright glowing promise of her come, she instinctively pulled back. But it only served now to stoke the fires even more, build up the incredible energy that she had been storing for years, an energy that now threatened to explode.
"God, Cliff, oh gooooood, what a cock, fuck me with that great cock of yours, the best cock, honey, such a good cock. Fuck me with it, baby! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"
"I'm doing it, honey, doin' it." And he was, his long thick cock ripping into her, satisfying her like her cunt had never been satisfied before in her life. But even with the satisfaction was born a new hunger, a new need, and she fucked wildly to meet it. "Fuck, oh fuck, shit, cunt." She fought to find words to meet the new Stella, the greedy Stella who had been born out of her fucking with Cliff.
"Yeah, oh yeah, baby-talk to me, fuck me.
"Fuck the shit out of me, Cliff-oh, fuck me crazy, fuck me to death, honey. I don't care if I die on this big hard thing; just keep fucking me."
"I ain't gonna stop, baby, ain't never gonna stop, hon, just gonna keep fucking till there ain't nothing left to fuck." He renewed his efforts, she could feel the muscles in his legs trembling, fucking even more wildly than before. His cock pounded into her cunt with such force that she could feel his thick blunt cockhead batter against the end of her cunt passage, threatening to rip through and plunge up into her guts.
"Aaaaahhhh," she cried, loving every inch of the cock that just might kill her with its wild pounding. "Ffffuuuuuuck, oh fuck, yeah, fuck, Cliff, FUCK . . . FUCK . . . FUCK." And then her cunt contracted, unexpectedly, and she was thrown headlong into the wildest come she had ever felt. Her pussy exploded, sending out rings of fire that ripped through her body like shock waves. Her arms and legs quivered, and her belly convulsed in a series of spasms that racked and shuddered her until she thought she really would die.
And as the spasms began to recede, she rode out their dying with a series of bucking jerks. "FUCK . . . FUCK . . . CLIFF . . . FUCK . . . CLIFF . . . FUCK ... OH FUCK." And then, as the feelings died away, she slumped against Cliff's chest and felt him continue to fuck her quivering cunt.