Chapter 6
A short time later, they sat at the kitchen table eating the ham sandwiches Stell had made for them and drinking cold beer from frosty glasses.
"Fuckin' sure makes a man hungry," Bill said. They sat naked and her feet played with his cock and balls under the table. His own leg was stretched so that his toe was planted in her still sopping cunt. When he wiggled his toe, they could hear the wet, sucking slush.
It reminded Stell about the story of the man with clap of the big toe, and she laughed sputtering beer across the table.
"What's so funny?"
"Your toe up my cunt."
"What's funny about that?"
"Just a joke I heard once about a man with clap of the big toe."
"I'll be the butt of no cunt's joke," he said, and with mock anger, jerked out his toe. "Aaaah, don't," she said. "I liked your toe up my pussy."
"Don't think of jokes about it, then."
"Promise." She crossed her heart between her big tits.
"That's better."
"Anything else?" she asked when they had finished their sandwiches. She got up to clear the dishes, and he reached out and stuck his hand up her cunt. It sent tingles out like a radio transmitter sending waves.
"God, I can't get enough. I can't. Is there something the matter with me?" she asked him, suddenly serious.
"Shit, baby, if there is anything the matter with you, every woman in American should have the same thing." He pulled her close and sucked on one of her big tits. "You wouldn't be half as much fun as you are if you were any different. Shit, babe, don't you ever change- you hear?"
She smiled and rubbed her tit into his mouth.
"Now, for dessert," he said, wiggling his fingers around in her hot pussy. "How about a banana split?"
"I'm sorry, Bill. I have bananas, but I don't have any ice cream. We don't eat much, so I never keep it on hand. Something else?" She was disappointed, for she wanted to please him.
"If you do have the banana, I'll make the split without the ice cream. Didn't need it in the first place."
She got him the banana from a bowl of fruit on the sideboard. "Here you go, but I never heard of a banana split without ice cream."
"Your education has been lacking, Stell." He peeled the banana and tossed the skin into the sink. He held the white curve of fruit in his fingers lightly. "Come here," he said, and held her around the waist with his free hand.
"What in heaven's name are you doing?" she said, a questioning look on her face.
"Just gonna have my banana split, and you are going to help me."
"How?"
"Just spread those lovely long legs and I'll show you." His fingers went between her thighs and fluttered there. "Come on, open up."
"You've got to be crazy if you think I'm-" She cut herself off in utter amazement. "Sure you will."
"That's . . . that's . . . sick!" She screwed up her face and sneered at him.
"Only if you think it is. I happen to like to eat bananas out of women's cunts. They're very tasty." His fingers tried to force her thighs apart, but she held them together.
"Don't be difficult, Stell - you'll see, it'll be fun."
"Fun! Hah, it's not going up your cunt. How do you know it's fun?"
"Shit! Trust me, will you?"
She stood there, legs tightly closed, wondering just what she could do to get out of this one. But already she had begun to wonder what it would feel like to have the thing stuck up her pussy and him eating it out of her. She felt her own will weaken and legs relax.
"Shit!" she said, and spread her legs for him.
"That a girl," and the tip of the banana found the mouth of her cunt and eased up easily.
"Don't feel much," she said, and then he began to fuck her with the curved length of the banana. "Ooooh, oooooh, now I feel it, Bill. Oh, shit, do I ever feel it." He fucked half the fruit up her cunt and held her ass with the other hand, his fingers massaging her asshole. "Oh; shit, baby-oh shit!"
"Now I'm gonna shove this thing all the way up and you are gonna let it out nice and slow. Understand?"
"Yes, oh yes-do it, Bill-shove it up my cunt." She spread her legs wide and he eased the curve right up her pussy, farther and farther, until her pink lips closed around the white tip of the fruit and held it inside her wet hot pussy.
"Oh Jesus, it's up me all the way-oh, Jesus Christ."
Bill got down on his knees and crouched between her legs. "Okay, start squeezing it out, nice and slow, 'cause I'm gonna gobble every bit of it up as you squeeze it out."
"Wild-God, is this ever wild. You're too much, Bill-I love it, honey-love it." She wiggled her ass and began to contract her cunt muscles, forcing the banana out of her cunt ever so slowly.
Bill crouched with his neck bent and his face angled up toward her pussy-mouth open, tongue sticking out to catch the slick white tip as it squeezed between the glistening pink lips .of her pussy.
"Come on, baby, squeeze it out."
"I'm trying, honey, I'm . . . aaaaaah, shit-aaaaah, is that ever weird." The banana began to move, easing out between her cunt lips.
Bill stuck out his tongue and touched the sweet acrid tip of the fruit, then ran it up between the outer edge and Stell's cunt lip. "Mmmmm," he tried to encourage without losing his tongue hold. "Mmmmmm." And the banana began to force down into his mouth. He took a bite off the end and chewed rapidly, getting ready for more.
"Ooooh, yeah, now it's coming, honey, now it's coming." He gobbled down a huge hunk of fruit and swashed his tongue around the mouth of her cunt.
"Fuckin' Jesus-oh God, Bill, that's wild."
"Turn around, hon," he said and made her face the table. "Bend over the table, baby, and I'll finish it from the back."
"Oh, Jesus, this is too much, too fuckin' much." She lay down across the table, flattening her big tits against the cold surface, her hard nipples like burning coals in the centers of her tits. She felt Bill's nose up her ass as she spread her legs and forced the banana down into his waiting mouth, his tongue guiding it along the way. She could feel him bite and chew, bite and chew as the thing slipped through the slick lips of her pussy.
"Mmmmmmmaaa," he seemed to say up her cunt. His tongue busily dug and drilled around the descending banana, and Stell thought she would cream before he could finish his banana split.
She shot bolt upright as the phone jangled, startling both her and him, sending him back on his bare ass as her body recoiled away from the phone beside the table.
"Fuck!" he yelled.
"Shit!" she echoed, and looked at him as if asking what to do.
"Let the fuckin' thing ring," he said, getting up and turning her around again, pushing her down over the table.
"But what if it's Tom?"
"Well, fuck Tom." Sticking his nose back up her ass, he began sucking at the remaining banana.
She giggled. It felt funny now, with the phone ringing, his nose pressed against her asshole and his tongue pulling at the banana.
The phone rang and rang, the caller obviously not going to give up without getting his money's worth. "Shit!" said Stell and stretched to reach the phone. She lifted it but dropped it on the edge of the table. "Fuck!" She grabbed the cord and saved it from hitting the floor.
"Hello . . . Hello . . . Stell! That you? Hello!"
"Oh my God-hello Tom," she said, her breath coming in short, heaving rasps. "What's going on?"
"Nothing, honey, I was outside and had to run. I have to catch my breath." She put her hand over the phone because Bill was giggling up into her ass and cunt. She felt like giggling too.
"Is something going on there, Stell?"
"Nothing, hon, not a thing."
"Well you sure sound funny."
She felt Bill suck out the last of the banana and smack his lips. She was still flat against the table top with her legs spread.
"I just wanted to let you know that I'll be home for lunch, babe. Some of that ham would be nice. I feel like a good ham sandwich and a beer. Okay?"
"Oooooh!" she cried as Bill's big cock slid right up her pussy as she lay there on the table.
"What the matter? You sure there isn't anything going on there, Stell? Sounds damned strange to me."
"Oooh, no, Tom . . . no . . . no," she said as Bill's cock slammed into her, moving the table against the far wall. "Oh, Tom, I just spilled . . . spilled . . . some . . . coffee . . . honey." She bit her lip and tried to control herself, but her pussy was on fire, her cunt aflame with desire as he fucked wildly up her pussy.
"I'll see you in fifteen minutes, Stell. Goodbye." He hung up without a response from her.
"Oh, shit, Bill, he'll be here in fifteen minutes. Oh my God, we can't, we . . . shit . . . we," but she stopped protesting. It felt too good, the hard slamming cock that plowed into her burning cunt.
She held the edges of the table so hard that her knuckles turned white. "Fuck me . . . oh FUCK ME," she cried, not caring whether Tom got home before they had each reached their climaxes or not. The raging cock was all that mattered, and its plunging into her unsatisfied cunt.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK," she cried, and felt the first faint stirrings of the tingle that would grip her body and shake it like a rag doll until the last ounce of her passion had been drained from her.