Chapter 5
Stell sat at the breakfast table drinking coffee. Tom had left in good spirits, off to add and subtract long columns of numbers, moving a decimal point here, a digit there, until, with the stroke of his magic pencil he managed to make the account ledgers of Tidewell Electronics balance and the profit margin glow with black ink.
She didn't see how he could push numbers around all day long, but he at least had secured a nice house for her and kept the bills paid. She uttered a long sigh, and her housecoat fell open to expose her full, large tits. She automatically pulled her robe closed. Surely there had to be more to it all than that-some excitement, some enjoyment. The chiming of the door bell startled her and she spilled coffee into her saucer.
Tightening the tie of her robe, she went to the door. She looked through the peep hole and saw the distorted smiling face of a man she vaguely recognized, but didn't know.
"Peek-a-boo," he said and made her jump back from the door. "Hi, Stella, it's me, Bill Simmons. Cliff said you had some electrical work he wanted me to look at for you."
"Sorry," she said, opening the door quickly.
"You gave me a fright."
"Hey, I didn't mean to do that, Stella. I thought you would recognize me, that's all."
"Should I have?" He was tall and rather thin, compared with Cliff, anyway. His ruggedly handsome face sparkled life and energy, and she felt that she really should recognize him, but from where?
"I thought you might remember me from the party, but I guess not." He looked disappointed.
"Were we introduced?" She had the strongest feeling that she should know the man-felt it deep in her gut. But if she didn't, at least she was sure that she wanted to know him. His rugged good looks had set her heart beating a skip faster and her blood racing a little quicker.
"Huump, what is this electrical work that you have to do, Stella? May I call you that?"
"Sure, but my friends all call me Stell."
"Okay, Stell-why don't you show me what needs to be done, and I'll write up an estimate for you." He stepped inside and closed the door behind him and she led him into the kitchen.
"Really, there are several things that need doing. We need a two-twenty line in here for an electric range, and we-say, would you like a cup of coffee? I was just having one when you rang." She motioned to the cup and saucer on the table.
"If it's made and it's no trouble," he said, smiling at her in the strangest way.
"No trouble at all. It's nice to have company." She got him another cup and bent to pour the coffee. Her robe fell open so that he was able to see one whole tit, nipple to cone-shaped base.
He sucked in air through his teeth and it made a slight whistling sound. She grabbed her robe and pulled it to, but spilled coffee on the table as she jerked up.
"Oh, dammit!" She set down the coffee pot and grabbed the dish rag and wiped up the spill. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little klutzy today, I suppose."
"I'd say you have a right to be, after that party last night." He smiled at her again in that mysterious way.
"What do you mean?" She stood straight. What did he know about what had gone on at the party? Could it be that he had seen her and Cliff sneaking upstairs, had followed them-had overheard, or even seen?
"No, nothing. Just that it was a weird party."
He took his coffee cup and went around inspecting the areas she said needed work. He turned to her several times and smiled as if he knew something she didn't, but he remained silent as he walked and figured.
Later, as he sat at the table and figured up the final bid estimate on an official-looking form attacked to a clipboard, he drank his coffee and smiled at her as much as he wrote.
"You must like clowns," he said, sounding offhanded, but causing her to start, her face to flush, and her heart to skip a full beat.
"I . . . I . . . don't have the faintest idea what you mean, Mr. Simmons." She clutched the crossed vee of her robe's collar and pulled it toward her throat. He had seen!
"Sure you do, Stell. The most exciting performer in the circus is the clown-right, Stell? Made you very happy last night, didn't he?"
"Mr. Simmons, I don't know what you are talking about, and I think you had better leave now." She got up and squared her shoulders. Her breasts stuck out as she did so, but she wasn't paying any attention to that. Also, in her huff, she had thrown back one flap of her gown and her long, lovely tan leg lay exposed to Bill Simmons' line of sight.
"Great leg, Stell, a really great leg-along with everything else."
She jerked her robe back around her legs and stamped her foot on the floor, her bedroom slipper slapping the glossy linoleum.
Bill Simmons calmly went on figuring on his clipboard, a broad smile across his face.
"Out, Mr. Simmons-out this instant, or I'll call my husband."
"Oh, I don't think you'll do that, Stell. How would good old Tom like to know that his sweet little Stella was banging the circus clown? I don't think that would set too well with him, now, do you?" he finished the figuring and signed the copy with a flourish.
"That does it, Stell. On to better things, right?"
Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she trembled with rage. She had no idea what to do. What she could do? What if he did tell Tom? Christ!
"Which clown did you like best, Stell?" His smile took on a devilish look and he laughed softly to himself.
"Which-" Her eyes flew open as wide as the saucers that sat on the table. "Which clown . . . but ..." Her throat constricted and her mouth went dry. Her stomach rolled over once and seemed to drop out of her body all together. She shook her head in disbelief.
"Yeah, Stell, two clowns-clown one and clown two."
"Oh, my God, my ever lovin' God."
"One of them better than the other? More fun? Fuck better?"
"I don't know how you ... I don't . . ." She sat back down in the kitchen chair, her robe falling open, exposing both her legs and the thick blonde tuft of pussy hair.
"I'm glad you dressed for the occasion, Stell, because last night was too cramped for my style." He got up and began pulling off the tan work shirt. His chest was covered with thick, soft, golden brown hair. His flat belly was rippled with muscle and the body hair grew darker as it fanned out and disappeared into his pants.
"Oh, please, no," said Stell, realizing what was happening.
"You didn't complain last night, honey. As a matter of fact,.you begged me to fuck you forever." He undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants.
"But I didn't know ... I thought it : . ." She looked up at him, shaking her head. The top of her robe had opened and her big tits spilled out into open view. Their big pink nipples looked like jelly beans that needed to be sucked.
"Jesus, you are some woman, Stell." He hurriedly took off his pants, standing on first one leg and then the other. He had difficulty getting his pants off over his work shoes, but he managed, hopping around a little before he was through.
"But it isn't fair," she whined. "I thought you were-" "What the fuck difference does it make, honey? Didn't you like it. Didn't I eat out your pussy good enough for you?"
His question threw her back into the memory of last night, the fiery tongue that lapped at her pussy, .teased her clit, and sank deep into her cunt in a way that nothing had ever done before-no finger or cock-and had brought her the most fantastic come. Shit! The quiver ran up from her cunt even as she sat there.
"If you're cold," he said, seeing her shiver, "I'll warm you up in no time, don't you worry about that." He stood there comically in his white shorts, his cock already half hard and bulging out against the thin material, and in his brown work shoes.
She couldn't help smiling at him.
He looked down at his own attire and laughed. "Sexy as hell, ain't it."
"I . . . I . . ." but she didn't know what to say. She was no longer mad, but she was confused. How had all that happened last night?
"Listen, you liked it well enough in the dark. Why not do it in the light and really enjoy it? I don't see what difference it makes. So you didn't know who you were fucking last night. I'm still the same guy and you're still the same woman, right? Only thing I can see is that it might even be better, if anything could be better than last night. Stell, you are one fantastic piece of ass, sweetheart," he said, dredging up his Bogey imitation.
She smiled. She couldn't think of anything else to do, and his logic was pretty sound. What difference did it make? He had been great last night, so why not today?
"Why not?" she said, and stood up out of the chair, her robe falling down over the back and seat.
"What a body," said Bill, reaching out and twisting the nipples of her titties. He twisted until it almost hurt, but Stell liked the feel, the half pain that gripped her and tugged powerfully at her cunt. "What tits-Christ, Stell, what gorgeous tits."
"You gonna fuck me on the kitchen floor or someplace more comfortable?" she asked, smiling now to match him.
"I'm gonna fuck you everyplace there is, sweetheart. I'm gonna fuck you in every nook and cranny of this here house. And when we've fucked in all those places, I guess I'll just have to build some more."
Leaving their clothes littering the kitchen, he led her to the living room couch and pulled her down on top of him.
"Take off your shoes, Bill. The couch."
"Oh, sure. My mind was on other things." He sat up and untied his shoes, setting them at the end of the sofa. "Don't know as I'll need these either," he said, and stripped off his shorts, dropping them on top of his shoes.
His cock stuck straight out-no bow, no bend, no angle-straight out at her. It was long and thick, and she reached for it immediately. No sense in being shy at this stage of things.
"Since you had a chance to eat me last night-it was you, wasn't it?"
"What do you think?"
"God, I can't be sure anymore."
"Well, you've got the sweetest pussy in Pleasanton, and I've sampled a few, believe me.
"Well, the least I can do is return the favor. Last night was the first for me. I'd never had my cunt sucked or eaten before. It was wild. You can do it again anytime you get hungry for pussy, Bill."
"Better not say that. With a pussy as sweet as yours, I might just be hungry all the time. Might even see about getting myself a tapeworm."
She pulled on his cock and he moved toward her. His cockhead was large and the shaft was thick. It seemed bigger and thicker than Cliff's cock, and she wondered if she would be able to throat it the way she had Cliff's. She really wanted to, to repay Bill for sucking her cunt so wildly the night before.
"You gonna eat that thing or sit there and admire it all morning?"
"God, I love cock, Bill-I really can't get enough cock, it seems."
"Well, just as long as I've got enough for this morning." He pushed his cock at her mouth and she licked the end with her pink tongue.
"More than enough, honey," she said, almost purring into the swollen, red cockhead.
"Well, get busy and start eating, sugar, cause I got a load in my balls that won't quit. I thought about your sweet pussy all last night, and I've saved up a gallon of cum just for you."
"Oh, yummy, I love cum, Bill-love the taste of it, the feel of it, the smell of it. I wish I could take baths in it, roll around in it." Her body quivered and her tits jiggled as the thrill of anticipation ran through her.
Her mouth opened and his cock plunged in. She closed her lips tightly and banged his cock in and out of her tight mouth. As her saliva built up, his prick began to slide in and out easily with a soft, wet sucking sound. She was sensitive to the sound-the sound of a cock fucking a wet pussy, and it turned her on as much as the cock in her hot mouth.
"Shit! Oh, shit! Do it, honey, suck my cock, Stell. You sure know how to suck it, honey." He began to fuck into her warm, wet mouth, and he put his hands behind her head to control his strokes.
Stell reached up and bounced his heavy balls. Maybe they did have a gallon of jism in them. They were incredibly heavy, covered with thick, soft hair. They felt like fleshy eggs in her hands, and she mashed them around in the loose skin of their sac.
"Yeah, baby, move them balls around, I love that action, honey. Suck deep, baby, suck it till my load blasts off." He fucked more forcefully into her. She could feel that he was bigger than Cliff-his cockhead especially. It clogged her throat, and she had trouble fighting back the gagging sensation.
"Come on, honey, you can take more than that. If your cunt can take it, baby, then your throat can take it." He thrust against her, plunging deep into her throat. The pain was intense, but she tried to control it. She tried to hold onto the image of his tongue licking out the wet groove of her cunt, lashing out at her electric clit. The more she focused upon her pleasure of the night before, the less she felt the pain as his cockhead pounded into her and battered against the back of her throat.
"Aaaaaaagggghhhhhhkkk," she said, trying to beg him to go slowly, but he paid no attention to her, battering in harder, faster.
"Yeah, baby, that's it-fuck my cock with that tight mouth. Fuck it, honey, fuck it good." Harder and harder he drove into her.
She tried to scream, but the words welled up only as far as the log of cock that jammed her throat. She twisted her head and pulled at the root of his cock with her hands. All of it only served to excite him more, whip up his passion and egg him on to harder and harder thrustings.
"Soon, honey," he gasped, and replaced her hands with his own. He jerked at the root of his big cock and fucked into her mouth and throat at the same time. "Yeah, baby, soon, soon-ooooh, fuckin' shit, honey, gonna blow, baby-so big-blow." He whacked his cock wildly and fucked her with a frenzy.
Just as Stell thought she couldn't take another thrust, her throat aching with the size of his massive cockhead splitting her throat open, he jerked out of her mouth.
"Here it comes, honey-gonna blow, hon- gonna blast."
He doubled over and beat at his thick jogging cock wildly. And with in a second she felt the hot load splatter across her face, felt it before she saw the thick white jets of his cum pumping out in incredible gushes, splashing against her chin and down across her big heaving tits. The last failing spurts caught her low on the belly and dribbled down into the thick mass of blonde pussy hair below. It eased like white syrup through the cunt thicket.
"My God, Bill, I never ... I don't believe it . . ." she said. She looked down at the thick oozing runners of cum that dribbled down her titties, and felt the same running on her cheeks and lips. Already her tongue was busy licking the cum from her lips and around her mouth.
"Some load-huh, baby? I told you I was saving it."
"Such a load, I'll say." She lay back and saved the cum from running all the way down her body. She scooped it up with her fingers and brought it to the tops of her breasts, around her hard pulsing nipples. She forced her titties up to her mouth and licked the cum from her pink, pouting tips.
"Uuuuuum, yummy, Bill-good fuck juice for your baby," she said, and licked the other nipple clean.
"Shit! I never seen a woman like you, Stell. You are too much." He milked his flagging cock and drew a thick glob of cum that hung to the pee slit long enough for Stell to reach over and lick it clean.
"Yeah, ain't I?" she said, beginning to realize just how much of a woman she really was. Tom had kept her hidden even from herself. It hadn't been fair, and now she was going to make up for lost time.
She lay sprawled on the couch, legs spread, her cunt pink and glistening from her heated juices. She rubbed the remainder of Bill's cum into her tits and belly. She massaged her pussy hair until the jism had worked itself into her skin. Her pussy felt alive, quivering and tingling, as her fingers moved around above it. She couldn't keep her fingers away and the middle one sneaked through the thicket of blonde hair and snaked its way into her cunt. She smiled and spread her legs even farther, sinking her finger as deep into her pussy as she could.
"Yeah, baby, do it to yourself. I want to watch you do it to yourself."
She looked up at him and smiled. Shit, she didn't care how she came, as long as she did, and often. Her finger began to move in and out of her cunt, up and down, over and around her clit. God, it felt so good.
"Aaaaah," she moaned to herself, her finger moving faster. She was hot from having sucked Bill's cock, but even hotter after having had him shoot his jism all over her. She wished she could shoot all over him, but he seemed satisfied to watch her finger herself. He stood there, cock in hand, half limp, pulling at it slowly as he watched her finger move in and out of her pussy.
"Jesus, baby, that's the way to move it. Fuck yourself with your finger, honey-bring yourself off for Bill."
"Oh, yeah, gonna come so fine, gonna feel so good, feels so good already." She bit her lower lip, held it fast between pearly white teeth, and thrashed her finger into the frothy pussy that had begun to move up off the couch as she fingered it. Her hips raised and her legs spread as she arched her back.
"Do it, honey, fuck yourself. Move them fingers. Come on, baby, more than one finger. Another, honey-get another one up your cunt."
She stuck another finger up her cunt and slammed them both in and out of her pussy, and then a third.
"Now you're beating yourself off, baby- that's the way." Bill too had begun to beat off, his cock swelling slowly as he did. His eyes glazed and his mouth hung slightly open. "Beat it, baby-fuck it with those fingers." His cock filled out until it strained at full erection-hard, red and engorged with his renewed passion.
"You too, baby-jack off for me, honey," she said, and got turned on even more by the movements of his hand up and down the full length of his long, thick cock.
Then the two of them locked into a mutual masturbating rhythm, her coaxing him on to more frenzied jerking, and him cheering her on to more excited finger fucking.
"Use your whole hand, honey-all the fingers," he said, using both of his own hands to haul up and down on his thick long prick. "Do it for me, baby-you can do it."
"Oh shit! Oh shit! I'm doing it, Bill-oh shit, I'm doing it. Whole hand, honey-up my fuckin' cunt. Fucking myself with my whole hand, honey." Her mouth fell open and her head rolled around on her shoulders, blonde hair cascading this way and that, her eyes rolled back. "Oooooooooooh," she sighed, her hand disappearing up into the frothy mouth of her cunt up to the knuckles of her fingers. One hand held the other fucking one at the wrist and helped drive it up as far as possible into the wet, slushy cavern of her cunt.
"Now, oh now!" she cried, and her hips bucked crazily up off the sofa and fucked against the hand slamming into her sopping cunt.
"Oh fuck ... oh fuck," she cried. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OOOOOH FUUUUCK!" She collapsed onto the soft cushion of the couch.
"Wild fuckin' come, baby, wild fucking come!" he yelled at her, and his cock began spitting the remainder of his jism from the bottom of his contracting balls. "Wiiiiiild fuuuuuuckin' come!" he said as his cock spurted thick gobs that dribbled onto the thick sandy carpet of the Chambers' living room.