Chapter 4
A short time later, Stell still felt a little weak in the knees as she walked around the living room and smiled at everyone. From time to time she thought she felt the combined accumulation of his cum and her pussy juices dribbling down the insides of her thighs, but she had to be mistaken. She had washed carefully after the clown had left.
"Having fun?" asked a bearded pirate with a patch over one eye. "If things get boring, just give me a wink. I've got a saber here I haven't used all night." He patted himself halfway between his sword and his cock, so Stell wasn't sure just what his intent had been. She just smiled and said, "I'll remember that."
A strong man from the circus had a cat lady in leotards pressed up against the downstairs hall closet, and was harmlessly nibbling at her ear lobe, Only later did she see that the kitty's paws had exposed the strong man's cock and were busy jacking it off in the dimly lit hall. She sighed and walked about looking for Tom.
She found him in the kitchen with two beautiful women bent over the table in a deep discussion over tax credits.
She was glad to see that Tom was at least able to talk about what he knew best. The women seemed interested. A redheaded cowgirl seemed so interested that her large freckled breasts almost fell out of her open checked shirt onto the table top beside him.
"Hi, hon," he said. "This is Terri and Roberta."
"Hi," she said, holding up the glass of wine someone had handed her in the living room. The women nodded and turned back to Tom. He shrugged and continued his conversation.
"Cheers," she said, happy that all was well, for her pussy was more than satisfied, and she could really enjoy the evening knowing that Tom wasn't bored.
People seemed to have broken up into clusters in the living room and she managed to stay at the edges of several^-before she found one that interested her.
She seemed to gravitate to a group of people talking about strange sexual experiences they had heard about. A striking blond wearing a black mask just like Stell's and a revealing Roman toga had just finished telling about a woman who had been raped by a gorilla. The thing had actually come down out of the hills one night and crept into this hut and raped a woman.
"Can you imagine getting it from a gorilla? I wonder how big their things are?"
"They do it from the back, don't they?" asked another woman dressed as an Indian maiden. The only thing she wore on top was a buckskin vest. Her small, firm tits wiggled and bobbed behind the open flaps of the leather vest.
"Do you know?" she asked Stell. "Ah . . . ah." Startled, she couldn't find words.
The Indian maiden shrugged, revealing most of her small, high-riding titties. Stell wished that her tits would ride that high. But women with smaller tits always seemed to look like that. Besides, she thought, she might look really funny with such big titties sticking way up there.
"Ever fuck a clown, sweetheart?" said a voice behind her and she jumped, spilling her drink.
"Shit," she said. "I'm sorry, did I get it on you?" She was speaking to the woman next to her, the jungle woman in a striped suit that exposed one breast completely.
The woman lifted her large tit and licked at the nipple with her bent head. "No harm done, honey, none in the least. Want a lick?" She offered the tit to Stell.
She shook her head and turned to see who had spoken those familiar words. There was no one behind her, but at the entrance to the hall stood the clown she had been with before-at least she thought it was the same clown. He wore the same costume and the same makeup. But he seemed somehow taller. He motioned her over with a nod of his head, his floppy hat falling over one eye. He pushed it back with the back of his hand.
Stell found herself walking over to him, almost drawn to him with the hope of more games upstairs.
"Hi," she said. "I like clowns."
"You ever fucked a clown, sweetheart," he said in the same Bogey voice.
"Don't you know," she said in a surprised voice.
"Should I, sugar?"
"If you don't, who does?"
"If you ain't ever fucked a clown, sweetheart, it's time you did."
"Or again," she said as he led her down the hall toward the stairs. As she passed the kitchen, she saw Tom and the women, now three, gathered around the table. He was telling them something and they were all laughing. One had her arm draped around his shoulders. He would never miss her, and, yes, she needed fucking again-could never get enough fucking.
Upstairs the clown led her into one of the bedrooms and shut the door. He fumbled with the knob and then said, "Shit."
"What's the matter."
"No lock," he said. "Oh well, what the hell. Live dangerously, right?"
She shrugged her shoulders in the dark room. The clown came toward her and reached up under her ruffled skirt. He ran his hands around her full firm ass and around to the front over her pussy mound.
"You like to have the clown eat your pussy before he fucks you, sweetheart? He hasn't eaten a real live ballerina all night."
Her whole body trembled. Tom had never gone down on her, and the closest Cliff had come was a wet kiss planted on her cunt lips when they had been wrestling around on the bedroom carpet one afternoon.
"God, yes. Eat, clown, eat."
She felt his hands tuck in under the tight elastic of her thighs and turn them down over her ass and hips. He drew them down her long legs and whistled softly to himself as he stuck his head up under her short skirt.
She felt his hot tongue lap up against her pussy lips-lap, lap, lap, like a dog licking his master. She spread her legs so his tongue could get right up into her cunt.
"You got a great little pussy here, Stella, a great little cunt," and his tongue went back to work. She could feel it now slipping up between the slick wet lips and into the cunt itself, the tongue surprisingly rough, but satisfyingly so.
"Aaaaah, Jesus," she said, writhing and twisting with the pleasure his tongue brought her. "Fuck me with your tongue-oh yes, sink it in, honey-fuck it all the way in. I love it, I love it, I love it." She clasped the back of his head and forced it up into her wet pussy.
"God. Careful, Stella, I'll suffocate-happily, but still, I'd be dead."
"Sorry, but it feels so good."
"You never had your pussy licked before, honey?"
"No."
"You poor thing. Just relax, baby, 'cause I'm gonna lick some pussy tonight. Fasten your seat belt, Stella, we are about to take off."
Why was he calling her Stella? Even with the funny voice, it wasn't right. Since the first day he had called her Stell. She tried to think why, but she didn't have time to worry about it, for he was pushing her toward the bed. She fell back over the edge and he quickly drew her legs up.
"Spread 'em, baby, so I can go to work."
She felt his fingers spread her pussy lips apart and his tongue run up and down the groove of her cunt. He turned his head sideways and ran the length of her pussy in long, slow sweeps with his tongue, all the way from bottom to top, brushing against her clit in the process and sending shudders throughout her body.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby-lick my cunt, honey-lick it!" She pulled her legs up and as far apart as she could. She wanted him to have all the room he needed.
She felt his tongue circle her clit in tight little rings of electricity, and then knife-sharp slashing motions up and down. She even felt his tongue slip out of her cunt and drop to the tight shithole of her ass.
"Oooo, ooooh," she cried, his hot tongue cold against the puckered asshole. God, how could something like that feel so good? How could he do it, but more importantly, how could it feel so deliciously good?
"Yes, oh yes," she said, wiggling her pussy and ass around, contracting her cunt muscles, feeling the walls rub against each other. "Do it, honey, lick my shitter - lick it good." She couldn't believe herself-asking a man to lick her asshole, but that was what she wanted- needed. "Yes, lick it, honey, stick your tongue up my asshole, baby. Ream out my asshole with your tongue." And the feeling that he caused when he stuck his long tongue through the ring of tight muscle and up into her ass caused her to go wild.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!" she cried, words failing her and tangling in her throat. "Shit! Fuck, oh shitfuckcum!" She thrust her hips and pussy around so frantically that he couldn't keep his tongue planted up her ass.
"Christ, you are a wild cat, aren't you. Jesus fuckin' Christ. Let me at that pussy. I'm still hungry." He fell to licking her cunt again, and her nerves were so raw and tingling that Stell thought she would come with the first thrust of his rough exquisite tongue.
The clown was a master, however, and just when Stell thought she couldn't stand it anymore-that she would come whether she wanted to or not, the clown would back off and lick in lazy circles around the swollen mouth of her pussy, up and down the crevices of her asscheeks and thighs.
"Please, oh, please, eat me, suck me, make me come-please, please, fuck me with your tongue."
And he would again plunge his tongue up her cunt and whip her pussy into a frenzied state, edging her closer and closer to the intensity of her come, only to fall back to the lazy licking around cunt mouth and inner thighs.
"I can't take anymore-oh, please do it, make it happen," she begged, and in her frenzy grabbed his head, forced it down between her legs and locked it there with her strong long legs.
"Eat me, you bastard, eat me you mother fucking bastard." She squeezed his head between her thighs like a nut in a nut cracker, and the clown's tongue slashed out at her enraged clit.
"That's it, you cunt licker, that's it-lick my clit, you pig fucker." In her rage she was aware that her vocabulary didn't match her needs or feelings. She had outstripped her upbringing.
And then the clown's lips closed around her blood engorged clit and in one swift motion he sucked it into his mouth. Stell thought the world had exploded when he did, for the pressure of his sucking mouth on her red raw clit triggered the most devastating come Stell Chambers had ever experienced.
"Mmmmmmm!" she screamed into the back of her forearm, aware of the necessity for not arousing too much attention from the crowd below.
"Oooooh, ooooooh, ooooooh, shit, fuck- oh, shit, fuck," she mumbled incoherently, rolling her head from side to side and shaking as the force of her orgasm wracked her tingling body.
"Shit! Honey, I've never seen anything like that. I've never seen a woman come like that."
The clown knelt there between her legs shaking his head and watching the final fading spasms twitching through her beautiful body.
"I'll be damned if I let any of this go to waste," he said and quickly jumped up and unbuckled the large belt that held up his baggy pants. They fell around his too large shoes and he kicked them off. He jerked at his shorts and nearly ripped them as he fought to get them down over his huge erect cock.
"Yes, yes, yes," Stell said, "hurry, baby- I'm still hot, honey, still so fuckin' hot. Put out my fires, love, stuff that cock up my hot cunt and drown my fires with your thick cum."
"Jesus, let me at it." He crawled up between her legs and forced his cock down between her spread thighs. The large cockhead slid easily into her cunt, the thick juices of her coming still lubricating her whole cunt.
"Yes, that's it-that's it, honey-fuck me." She reached around him and grabbed his ass and pulled him toward her, ramming his entire cock into her in one fell swoop.
"Ooooooof," he gasped.
"Aaaaaaah," she sighed.
And then they began to fuck to some tempo they both instinctively understood. In and out with long powerful strokes, he slammed his huge hunk of cockmeat into her tight cunt. Up and down with steady, intense heaving of her hips and pussy, she thrust against his plunging cock.
"Yeah, oh, yeah, baby-so good-such a good cunt-oh, I love that pussy, baby-fuck it."
"Me too, me too, oh, me too-I love cock, all the cock-oh, please, all the cock there is." She twisted and squirmed on his plunging prick and squeezed her cunt muscles around the thick prick.
"Eeeeeaaaa! Fuck, oh fuck, baby-fuck," he said, the words coming in a hot rush of air against her face. His hands worked beneath her, and she felt them spread her asscheeks, fingers pulling them apart as they grooved in the cleft.
"Oh, God, fuck me, yes-fuck me-so close-oh, so close," she cried, pulling at his ass.
"Yeah, baby, fuck, baby." His hands were still working at her ass, and then a finger shot up her asshole out of nowhere.
"Aaaooooh!" she screamed, and then the pressure, for it really hadn't been pain, eased, and it was back to fuck, glorious fuck- pleasure building on top of pleasure.
Her own finger, to match his, sought out the puckered ring of his asshole and worked its way in. The going was harder because her asshole had been drenched by the thick flow of her pussy juice. But she managed, and when she had sunk her finger up to the first knuckle, they both began to come.
"Oooooooh," he cried, fucking wildly, driving his finger as far up her ass as he could, her feeling his cock and finger almost rubbing together inside her.
"Ssssshit!" she cried, and bucked just as wildly into his thrusting cock. She too sank her finger up his ass and pumped in unison with his cock's thrusting plunges up her cunt.
Finally, the last rippling spasm having died into the darkness of the night, they lay still and she felt their hearts pounding against one another.
Later, as they were undressing for bed, her husband spoke.
"Have a good time this evening? I didn't see much of you."
"Yes, and you?" She kept turned away from him. Surely he would be able to see something, although just what she didn't know-but something to show that she had been fucked almost senseless during the party.
"Quite nice. Met some nice people. Oh, by the way-Cliff gave me the name of an electrician who can do that wiring work for us. He'll call you tomorrow about coming by."
"Good," she said. She was tired and hoped he wouldn't want to fuck tonight of all nights. But he was up for some reason, and as soon as he got into bed he reached for her.
"I'm tired, dear," she protested weakly, but she saw the disappointed look on his face. "But if you want to, fine." She pulled up her gown and spread her tired legs.
Tom fucked her with unusual enthusiasm, but if anything, the fuck was shorter than usual, and he spilled what seemed to Stell a tremendous load of cum into her over-fucked cunt.
She waited for sleep and wondered what tomorrow would bring.