Chapter 2
Only seconds after her own wild climax he shot off his load up into her still pulsating cunt, and had fucked so hard that they almost fell into the pool. It was only afterwards, as they lay together on a nearby chaise lounge, that she discovered that he hadn't even bothered to take off her suit, had simply pulled it aside and fucked up her cunt through the leg hole. They both laughed and he then took off the skimpy yellow bikini.
She played with his shrunken prick as it curled in his cock hair and glistened in the sun with the wet glaze of her pussy juice and his jism. She pulled it out of its nest and stretched it out as far as it would stretch. "Mmmm," she said.
"Shit, Stell, that was some fuck. I'll bet you were saving up for a year." .
"More like two," she said.
"Hmm?" he asked, not catching what she had said. He was busy playing with her long, pink nipples.
"Nothing, just mumbling to myself."
"Talking to yourself can be dangerous. Why don't you talk to him?" he said, and pushed her face down toward his curled cock.
He smelled of her pussy and his cum, and, surprisingly, it was not an offensive smell. She liked it. "Hello," she said. The purple head had become almost lavender as his cock rested, and the veins had disappeared under the loose skin.
"That's not exactly what I meant, honey. Talk to it with your mouth."
She still didn't understand, but when he pushed her face down upon his cock, her lips grazed the mushroom-like head and he said, "Yeah, honey, that's it."
"I . . . I never," she said, looking up at him wide eyed.
"You got to be kidding. Everybody does it now."
"No, I've never done it, Cliff." She swallowed hard. The only time she had even been close to doing it was on her wedding night, when she had wanted to kiss Tom's cock but he had pulled back, saying that he knew she really didn't want to do that, that she would just be doing it to please him.
"No better time to start, then." Cliff smiled at her and pushed her head back into his crotch. She was reluctant. "Come on, Stell, you'll love it. Sexy thing like you-you can't get enough sex, and you know it. Now, open up and gobble it down." Her mouth and nose nuzzled against his soft cock, and it did feel good. But taking the thing in her mouth was something else.
"Open wide," he coaxed, moving her face around on top of it. She could feel it begin to swell, and her mouth seemed to respond on its own, for before she knew it, her mouth had opened and her tongue had licked up the limp cockhead and sucked it in between her lips.
"That's it, baby, now suck old Cliff hard."
She sucked on the head and felt it grow in response to the pressure, swell with almost lightning speed, until the head had fully bloomed in her mouth.
"See what you made it do, baby. Like magic, huh." He smiled down at her and took the sides of her head in his hands. He moved her head up and down slowly so that her lips slid up and down around his cock. As her saliva coated his prick, he moved her head faster and faster.
"Now, you're doing it-ah, are you ever doing it. See, nothing to it." She could feel the pulse of his cock as it fucked in and out of her mouth. She tried to smile at him, but the round shaft of his prick molded her mouth to its shape. She did manage to nod her head slightly.
"Suck it, honey, suck it back to life." But it was already back to life, fully rigid, rock hard.
As Stell got into the action, she reached her hands around the base of his cock and began to jack him off, smooth strokes that matched those of her mouth.
"Yeah, baby, oh yeah, now you're cooking, really cooking. You'll have cum in no time, a nice hot load of jism for you to drink, Stell- good for the throat, honey, good for the soul." Her head moved faster as he increased the movements of his hands.
She felt his cockhead jut farther and farther back into her mouth, nudging against the back of her throat. She tried to pull back a little, but he held her too tightly. "Get your ass around here, honey, no need to waste that while you eat my cock, baby, is there?" She did as he asked, because at least he had eased up on her head, and she could more comfortably manage his thrusting cock. When she had moved around so that her bare ass was beside him, she felt his hand move up and stroke her wet cunt. His strokes quickly rekindled the fires that his thorough fucking had put out only a short while ago. His fingers moved around the damp mouth of her cunt, and finally two of them eased up inside, turned over and began to massage her clit.
"Oh, Jesus." She couldn't believe that she was ready again, but her clit knew otherwise. It radiated with the heat of her eagerness, and her ass twitched with anticipation.
"One hot box, Stell, juiced and ready to go. God, one hot number you are." His fingers fucked harder into her pussy, fucked deeper, until they crammed into her slick slot all the way up to the knuckles of his hand.
"Mmmm," she mumbled happily into his prick.
As he settled down to a steady fucking of her uplifted cunt with his fingers, his free hand returned to the back of her head and controlled its upward and downward movements.
She was soon lost in the twin actions, moving like an oil rig she had seen in her childhood, one end up while the other end was down, the other end up, the first down.
"Jesus, Stell, Jesus Christ! You are a natural," said Cliff, and began to force her farther onto his thick thrusting cock.
"Aaagggghhhh," she tried to complain, but the big cockhead lodged in her gagging throat, and the sound strangled and died.
"Eat it all, baby, take that good cock and eat the whole fuckin' thing." He pushed harder and she felt more of his cock slide down her throat.
She tried to twist away, but he held her face. The gagging sensation gripped her, and the thought of throwing up panicked her. She fought back the sensation, breathed through her nose and tried to focus on the hot fucking her cunt was taking from his hand.
"Close, baby!" he yelled as she thought she would surely die, choking to death on his gigantic cock. A flash of grim humor made it to the screen of her mind - Pleasonton Housewife Strangled to Death on Neighbor's Cock. The impulse to laugh loosened her throat just enough to allow Cliff's cock to thrust all the way into her mouth and down her throat.
"Aaaaggghhhyyy." She fought, but Cliff was already discharging what seemed to her later as quart after quart of his cum down her tight, choking throat.
"Aaaaah," he cried, "aaaaahhhhh, baby, fuuuuck, fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck," he chanted as his cock pumped his cum into her, gushing thrust after gushing thrust.
In the middle of his coming his hand slipped away from her head and with the release she pulled her head up, sliding his bloated, spurting cock out of her throat and mouth. It came out with a wet pop, and the last few jets of come shot into Stell's surprised face, splattering the hot, white cum across her mouth and cheeks. His prick pumped against the empty air, and the last weak dribble ran down the underside like a thick runner of cream from a melting ice-cream cone.
The panic now gone, the choking stopped, she bent and licked the dribble and flicked it into her mouth. The salty sweet taste was good, and she licked her cum-smeared lips.
And then she fell in a shuddering bundle against him as her second climax washed over her and sucked her breath away.
Later that evening, Stell was talking with her husband.
"And did Cliff charge to fix the filter?" asked Tom over dinner.
"No, he even invited us over some evening for drinks," she tried to say calmly. Guilt hung over her like a cloud.
"Would you like to?"
"Oh, it might be nice. We don't really know anyone."
"Sounds good then."
As they performed their nightly ritual, Stell clutched the sheets, begging Tom to last long enough for her own satisfaction to engulf her. But as usual he came too quickly, a brief spasmodic quiver before rolling over and going to sleep.
Stell's finger automatically came to her rescue, but there was another thought that hovered on the horizon of her consciousness. There were other ways of finding satisfaction, other ways of meeting her even greater needs. Her finger whipped her into a frenzy of excitement, and she had to control herself so that she didn't wake her husband who snored softly beside her.