Chapter 3
"How would you like to go to a costume party?" she asked Tom several weeks later.
"Where?" he asked looking up from the evening paper.
"The Andersons'." She said it calmly, unemotionally. The guilt was great, but she had discovered a tremendous will. It seemed that a week didn't go by that Cliff found an excuse to drop by. Two weeks ago they had fucked in almost every room in the house, and Cliff was just sucking out her cunt for the second time when Tom had driven up the drive. He managed to beat a hasty retreat and while Stell had dressed quickly, he had caught Tom out by the pool, saying that he had been checking the filter, and everything was working fine.
"I don't know, Stell, costume parties aren't really my thing."
"It might be fun, honey. A chance to meet some people, too. We still haven't made any real friends, you know." She sat down on the arm of his chair, and ran her fingers around his ear.
"When is it?"
"The thirty-first," she said smiling hopefully.
"Hum, well, we'll see, okay? If I'm not too busy at the office." She hugged him around the neck and he squeezed her leg far up on her thigh. The thrill raced through her. He so seldom touched her, and she loved it when he did. She wondered why he wasn't more interested in sex. She used to think that it might be her, but she had begun to change her mind about that.
A week and a half later, they attended the Andersons' party.
The Andersons lived in a two story colonial with huge white pillars supporting a mock portico. Stell loved the house and at times envied Betty for having a sexy husband and a handsome home.
"Hi there, you two," said Betty greeting them at the door. She was a short brunette with incredibly large tits, tits that jumped out at Stell through the gauzy fabric of Betty's harem costume. Her thick, round nipples were clearly visible, as were the large brown circles out of which they jutted.
"Well, hello," said Tom, eying her costume. He himself wore a bunny suit with large floppy ears.
"It seems like ages since we've seen you two," said Betty, big tits bouncing up and down as she clapped her hands enthusiastically.
Stell thought that she had never seen so much of Betty as they were seeing right now. She wondered if she were wearing anything under the thin garment; she thought she could detect the thick growth of dark pussy hair lurking at the crotch of her flimsy, ballooning trousers.
"Nice to see," she caught herself, almost saying, "so much of you," and continued, "see you again."
There must have been a dozen couples there, milling around, drinks in their hands, chatting happily. The thing that Stell noticed was how sexy the women's costumes were. Betty took her around and introduced her to a slave girl who had bare tits hanging out of crossed leather straps and a Marie Antoinette with hair piled up on top of her head and large white titties whose pink nipples perched on the ruffled bodice of her gown. Stell felt absolutely overdressed in her ballerina costume. The only thing it showed off were her lovely long legs.
As the party wore on and the liquor disappeared, she and Tom became separated. She didn't really mind, for he seemed to be having a good time.
"Hi ya, sweetheart," came a mock Bogey voice behind her. "Ever been fucked by a clown?" She turned around and was met by a large red nose surrounded by a white face.
"Cliff!?" She wasn't really sure. The makeup hid the familiar characteristics too well.
"I said, 'You ever been fucked by a clown,' sister."
She looked around, thankful that no one was near. She blushed and her hand went to her throat.
"Ssssh, someone will hear you, crazy."
"Not crazy, baby-horny." He reached out and took her hand. "Come on. I'll show you around."
He nearly dragged her down the hall and up the stairs. The upstairs was dimly lit, and she couldn't see very well through her plain black mask.
"Where are you taking mc?"
"You'll see, sweetheart." He spoke in the same slurred voice, and Stell wasn't absolutely sure that it was Cliff. But who else would talk like that to her?
"In here" he said, with almost a normal voice, and still she wasn't sure. The door closed behind them, and the clown forced her down on her knees before him. His grip was powerful and she did as his hands demanded. The tile floor was cold to her bare knees.
The clown stood against the door and his hands reached back and locked it. "Nice and private, sweetheart," he said. "Now I've got a little surprise for you." He reached down and unzipped his baggy pants and plopped out a huge cock with a red bulbous head just like his nose.
"Ooooh!" she gasped as the cock sprang out at her.
"Easy, sweetheart, easy." He reached down and pulled off what turned out to be a tennis ball mounted to the head of his cock by a hole cut in one side.
"The real thing, sugar, now I know you don't want to waste the evening downstairs playing guess who. This is the real clown, sugar, and he is standing up just for you." He pushed the head of his cock down toward her mouth.
As confused and uncertain as she was, she felt her mouth slowly open, lips parting and anticipating the taste of the cockhead that pulsed before her.
"Suck the real thing, baby, suck it in that pretty mouth, baby." He grabbed her head and pulled her onto his rigid prick.
"Aaaaggghhhh," she gasped and choked as the blunt cockhead slammed against the back of her throat.
"Come on, sweetheart, don't pretend that you can't take it, 'cause I know better. Open wide, and get some throat action going. We ain't got all night, you know." He held her head and began to fuck into her mouth and throat. Her mouth had been dry with excitement before, but as he fucked into her, she began to warm to the feel of his cock, his balls brushing against her chin as he thrust against her. As the moisture returned to her mouth, the cock began to work into her throat, slowly-painfully at first-but as he fucked her face, the pain eased.
"Yeah, baby, suck it!" he said, fucking harder into her.
She held his cock at the base in an attempt to hold back the force of his thrusts, but he was so strong that she ended up doing little but jacking off the thick base of his cock.
"That's it, honey-oh, baby, that's it. Jerk that son-of-a-bitch off, suck it off, do it, honey." He hooked his middle fingers in her ears and it was as if his fingers were fucking her ears.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, giving full approval to what was happening, participating fully as she tried to relax her throat and accept the thrusting cock.
"Throat it, baby-that's it, honey-take it all." That was exactly what she hoped to do-devour the full length of the straining cock.
"Sweet mouth, hot cunt-face, oooo, love it, love you suckin' my prick." His hips moved and pumped, his cock slid deeper and deeper into her throat.
She could feel her pussy now, throbbing and burning. She was leaking like a broken faucet down there. Leaving one hand on the thrusting cock, she let the other fall below her tutu and her fingers sought out the edge of her tights.
"Uh huh, baby," he said. "Get your hand back up there. Plenty of time for your pussy when we're done here, honey."
She returned her hand and jerked his cock with strong milking motions, but she had taken so much of it down her throat, that there really wasn't much for her to jack off.
The problem was soon solved, however, for the clown's cock began to bob and buck and thrust all at the same time, and then the hot powerful jets of cum were shooting down her throat, gusher after gusher spouting out of his pumping prick.
"Aaaah . . . aaaah . . . aaaah ..." he grunted as his hot jism poured down her constricting throat. "Oh, fuck, baby, oh, fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck," he cried as the last dying spurt landed on her tongue as he pulled out of her throat and mouth. She swallowed the thick gob and thrilled at the salty sweet taste she had come to love, even when she didn't know from whose cock it came.
"Now for that pretty pussy, sweetheart. We play our cards right, sugar, and this dumb thing will just keep fucking. He don't know a mouth from a cunt." He helped her up and reached under her tutu for her tights, jerking them off and down her long legs in one violent motion.
The movement was so fast and the air on her wet pussy so suddenly chill that she gasped, "Ooooh!"
"No time for gentleness, sweetheart. Speed is of the essence." He turned her around and led her to the toilet where he turned around and sat down on the closed lid.
"Alright, sweetheart, see if you can sit down on that thing and give it a ride." He lifted the back of her ruffled skirt and put his hand between her legs from the rear.
"Christ!" he said, "you got a river up there. Come on, let's not waste what time we have."
Her heart pounded against her rib cage. Her pussy was hungry for the big cock that stuck up from the clown's lap. No matter who it belonged to, she wanted it stuffed up her pussy, crammed up her needy cunt.
"Yes," she said as she moved backward and spread her legs. "Oh, yes, fuck me, whoever you are. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." She felt the thick cockhead meet the drenched mouth of her cunt and slide in without a moment's pause. She had never been so hot, so wet, so ready to fuck. She had never experienced such excitement. And then she became aware that part of her excitement, a big part of her turn-on, came from the fact that only a floor of tile and plaster separated her from a house full of people, one of whom was her own husband.
"Fuck me!" she yelled, louder than she needed to.
"Shhhh!" said the clown. "We aren't the only ones home, you know."
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!", she cried and moved up and down upon his thick prick.
"Yeah, baby, that's it. Fuck my old cock, honey-old tired cock. Bring it back to life." He fucked up into her from the back-fucked rhythmically-his prick already fully erect, rock hard in her cunt.
She felt his hands move around to the front of her, fumble with the wire bra that held her titties close to her chest like a real ballerina.
"Careful," she managed to say, but he had already turned down the wire contraption, freeing her tight, bouncing boobs.
"Gotcha," he said, and his hands began kneading the firm flesh of her tits, working them like silly putty. His strong fingers came close to hurting as they dug into her tender tits, but they always managed to stay just this side of the threshold of pain.
"Jesus!" she said. "Oh, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!" She turned her head from side to side, putting her own hands on top of his and pressing them down against her already flattened tits. She fucked up and down on his thick cock, twisting and grinding her pussy against his powerful cock.
"Tight pussy, honey, tight cunt-tightest. Fuck me, hon, fuck me like a wild cat."
She rode up and down the full length of his cock, rode up to its very rim and then plunged down its full length to settle with a gushing whush against its thick root.
"Yeah, babe, fuck it-you can really fuck it, honey. Nobody fucks better than my ballerina-nobody." He began to pull her up and down by the tits, jerking her like a doll with titties for handles.
"Oooooooh!" she cried into the stillness of the bathroom. "Mmmmmmm." She reached down between her legs and lifted his heavy balls with her two hands. She weighed them gently, and then pulled them up toward her.
"Fuck balls," she said, "sweet fuck balls." She pulled harder.
"Careful, sweetheart-they aren't rubber."
She let them fall between her legs and began to fuck the massive cock with controlled earnestness. She contracted her pussy with each upward motion, then relaxed it with each downward motion as she fell against his root. Up and down, up and down, she milked his big cock and he moaned with pleasure.
"You are a natural, aren't you," he said as if he had had some doubt. "I'd never believe it if I didn't feel it. What a natural." He squeezed her titties hard and kissed the nape of her neck.
"Oh, fuck me, you big son-of-a-bitch," she said. "Fuck me till I'm black and blue."
"I'll fuck your black and blue pussy, sweetheart-fuck all the black and blue out of it and then start all over again."
"Yes ... yes ... yes .. . never stop fucking me-oh, fuck me forever, forever, forever." Her cunt screwed up on his cock and he uttered a soft moan that fell somewhere between pain and pleasure.
"God," he said, "I can't stand it, honey, can't stand too much more, sugar-gonna shoot my hot load up your fuckin' cunt, drown that fuck-hole of yours with my cum, my hot, white cum.
"Do it, honey," she begged, "oh, do it. Flood my cunt with your cum, drown me with it, make it run out my mouth and ears. I can't get enough of your cock, enough of your cum. FUCK ME! OH YES, FUCK ME!" she cried, and he didn't try to shush her.
In the swirl of feelings she was aware that it didn't matter whose cock it was that pumped up into her, didn't matter whose cum it was that flooded her cunt. All that mattered was that cock and cum were there, lots of both.
"Your cunt is one hot bitch, honey-hottest little pussy I've ever had my cock sunk into. Can't get enough of your cunt, babe, never enough."
Stell couldn't get enough cock, period. She knew it now, had thought about it once or twice over the past few weeks, but now she knew it beyond question.
"Fuck me, baby, make me come and then fuck me again. I need to fuck and fuck and fuck, honey. I just need to be fucked without stopping."
She felt his hand move around to the front of her and finger around her upper pussy slit. "Ooooh, that feels good, baby. Lower, honey, but that feels so good-you fucking me at the same time. Oh, do it, honey, do it good." She felt his finger rub around the nub of her swollen clit-he rolled it around like a fleshy ball and sent renewed flames shooting up her already burning cunt.
"Aaaaah, honey, I can't stand that-but don't stop, please don't stop," she said, grabbing him by the wrist when the fingers of his hand stopped and- she thought he would pull his hand away.
"Shit! Don't worry, baby, ain't gonna stop-never stop."
His big cock had taken on new life and drilled up into her tight pussy like a pneumatic tool, spreading her cunt even wider.
"Oh, yes . . . yes . . . yes . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck," she chanted to herself, fucking for all she was worth, her pussy writhing and squirming on the cock that drove her crazy with its plunging action. - And then the clown took her clit between his thumb and forefinger. "Almost there, baby- close, honey-oh, so close," he said against her ear. As he rolled her clit back and forth, she felt the whole evening close in upon her, crush out everything except for the intense pleasure the man's fingers produced upon her clit-she was no more than the sensation in her clit, but it was everything.
And then the bright white bubble that had formed out on the very edge of her consciousness swelled so quickly that she was swallowed up by it, and at the moment it engulfed her, the whole thing exploded with a white hot heat.
"Eeeeeiiiiii," she screamed and felt herself shatter into a thousand tiny bubbles of pulsating light and heat.
"Fuuuuckkkk," she cried as she fell into the vast emptiness.