Chapter 7
Jess Watson and Howard Thompson arrived about eight that morning, and by ten they had done the hall and were finishing up one of the bedrooms. Stell popped in and out as the two men painted. Jess, the older of the two, painted with the quick, fluid motions that come with experience. Howard was just as energetic but less polished as he moved his roller up and down the walls. Stell liked to watch both of them.
Even though it was unseasonably warm, the two men had insisted that she open the house so that the paint would dry correctly. She missed the air conditioning, but she decked herself out in a brief green halter that barely held her big tits, and the tightest pair of white shorts she had. She had noticed as she stood in front of the mirror after dressing that her pussy was cut in half by the inseam of the shorts. Her cunt mound swelled in two halves. Funny, she had never been aware of such things before. She had wondered if Jess and Howard would be just as aware. As she moved around the house that morning, she knew her answer, for the men's eyes seldom left her, following her wherever she walked.
By lunch time the two men were hot and thirsty. Stell offered them each a beer and they gladly accepted. She sat on the arm of the cloth-covered den sofa and chatted with them as they finished their lunch and drank their beer.
"Tell you what, Mrs. Chambers. You was my wife, I sure wouldn't let you run around like that in front of two sex-starved maniacs like us." He smiled at her, but his eyes, green and serious in the bright sunlight of the den, held something she wasn't sure of.
"And just what would you make your wife do, Jess?" She had her legs crossed and gently bounced one on top of the other, her high heeled clog slapping against the sole of her bare foot.
"Might just put her in a muu-muu and keep her there." He finished his beer and winked at her.
"Another?" she asked, getting up from the couch arm.
"If you're offering, sure."
"Howard?" she asked the younger man.
"Thank you. That would be swell."
"Would you be that mean to your wife, Howard?" she asked, coming back with their beer.
"Hell, she could do just about anything she wanted, if she looked like you, Mrs. Chambers." He turned up the bottle and she watched as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed. He was cute, in a young sort of way. She felt a tug deep in her cunt. Shit! She got up and walked toward the door.
"You boys need more beer, just whistle. The fridge is full and it's hot."
"Don't run off mad, Mrs. Chambers. You ain't my wife and I like what you're wearing just fine."
"Thank you," she said, and twitched her ass an extra bit as she left the room.
She walked down the hall and into the kitchen, but she had nothing to do. She really wanted just to hang around the painters and watch them work, talk with them. God, she got so tired of not having anyone to talk to.
She straightened things up in the kitchen, but that only took a few minutes. She walked out to the pool, but it was too hot to swim. She walked back into the house and down the hall, ducking her head into the room the men were painting. They had taken off their shirts and sweat glistened on their bodies like fine oil. She had planned only to see their progress, but as she watched them, she stepped into the room and leaned against the door, drawing one foot up behind her and resting her ass against the hands she crossed.
"You two are really moving along, aren't you?"
"I don't reckon your husband is paying us to dawdle, now, is he?" Jess looked down at her from the low scaffolding on which he stood. Without his shirt he looked larger than before, muscles large and rippling with glazed sweat.
She wanted to leave, simply walk back out the door, but for some reason she stood rooted to the door jamb. "If you don't want company, I'll be more than happy to leave you gentlemen to your work."
"Shit! Don't mind Jess, Mrs. Chambers, he's just in a foul mood today. Don't nothing seem to be going right. It ain't you, really."
"I'm sure glad to hear that, Howard. I thought it was me."
"Ain't nothing wrong with you," said Howard and turned away from her and pushed his roller up and down the half yellow and half blue wall.
The same tug pulled against her cunt, and she felt herself ease up. "Well, there sure isn't anything wrong with the two of you that another beer wouldn't cure." She took their empties and brought them two more cold ones.
"Thanks," said Jess. "You're just more woman than we're used to working around, and it's hot. And, if the truth be known, you do turn a man on, Mrs. Chambers." He turned up his bottle, and she thought she could see a swell in his loose white overalls.
"Yeah, it is pretty hot, isn't it?" She smiled at him. "Think I'll just get a beer and join you two, if you don't mind my hanging around."
She left and while she was gone she could hear the men talking in muffled voices. She got her beer and started back, but she stopped before she left the kitchen. Shit! Why not? She went back to the fridge and got as many bottles as she could carry.
"There," she said, setting the sweating bottles down beside the five-gallon paint can. "That should hold you two for a while." She turned up her own bottle and took a long, cool drink.
"Like to see a woman that can drink beer, Mrs. Chambers," said Jess.
"Why don't you guys call me Stell, okay? I'm tired of being Mrs. Chambers."
"Sure, Stell. That's a pretty name. Short for Stella?"
"Yes, but my friends all call me Stell."
"Can I ask a question, Stell?"
"Fire away, Jess."
"Well, it's kinda personal, Stell."
"Long as it isn't too personal, fellas." She winked at them and they smiled. Shit, she could feel the juices oozing out of her pussy.
"Howard and me was just guessing how much your titties weighed. I said they must be close to ten pounds."
Her mouth dropped halfway open, and she could feel her face flush slightly, but not like the old Stell.
"Well, boys," she said, pausing to take another sip of her beer, "I have no idea how much they weigh, and the thought never crossed my mind before."
"Lots of thoughts crossing my mind, Stell. You bring out something in a man, you know."
"What say we weigh them?" said Howard, with a sly smile on his face."
"And just how are you going to go about weighing such things?" she asked, trying to maintain herself. There were two men here, and she didn't know exactly where things were headed.
"You got any bathroom scales?"
"Yeah, but I don't see-" "Go get 'um," he said.
She shrugged and left the room. Behind her the two men broke into soft laughter. The whole thing was crazy, but one foot just kept following the other all the way to the bathroom. She brought the scale to the men and set them in the middle of the drop cloth that covered the floor.
"Okay, bright guy, how are you going to accomplish this feat?"
"Just get on the scales, honey." He reached out and gently nudged her toward the scales. She got up and watched the dial whirl around in a blur until it slowed at about one-twenty, jiggled back and forth, and finally came to rest at one-nineteen.
"Huuuum, some hunk of woman, Stell," said Jess, as he stood back admiring her body, all five-foot-seven of it. "Now what?"
"Okay, take off that halter, Stell."
"Hey, wait a minute here," she said, stepping off the scales and backward away from the two painters. They both smiled at her strangely.
"Shit! It's okay, Stell, we just want to get an accurate reading."
"Accurate reading of what? Not the weight of my tits, I'll bet."
"Come on, Stell, don't be a killjoy. I promise you, we are gonna weigh your tits. Cross my heart," said Howard, making a dry trail with his finger through the film of sweat that covered his chest.
"You sure about this?" She had already stepped back up on the scales as she said it.
"Would a painter lie, Stell?" Jess grinned at her and nudged Howard in the ribs with his elbow.
"Want me to take it off?" asked Howard.
"I can do it just fine," she said, and undid the bow at the back of her halter top. She held the material to her tits and looked at each man seriously. Was she getting into something she couldn't handle? It would be better just to tie herself back up and go out for the rest of the day, but she didn't. Instead she unbuttoned the single button at the back of her halter and let the fine fabric fall away.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ," gasped Jess. "You ever see such tits in all your life?" He reached out a trembling, paint-speckled hand toward her right tit.
"Ah ah," she cautioned, and covered her tits with her arms. "Not to touch."
"Well, I don't see how we are gonna weigh them if you don't let us touch them."
"And just why do you have to touch them?"
"Shit, Stell, we gotta lift them, honey-Jess one and me one, and see what you weigh with us holding them up." He looked very serious, brows knitted in the middle.
"This is stupid." She said it, but she didn't try to stop them and when they touched her, lifting her arms away from her tits, they generated the old electricity and the current jumped through her body.
"Okay, Jess, you lift one and I'll lift one.
Stell, you keep your eye on the scale."
Their hands cupped her titties and she felt her knees go weak, turn almost to water. She could feel their burning imprints on her ,skin. Each pair of hands cupped and squeezed a tit, and the feeling triggered the gripping sensation in her cunt that had become so familiar in the past weeks, or had it been months? She had lost track of time, and had begun to measure time in terms of cocks and comes rather than hours and days.
The two men began to lift up on her large, cone-shaped tits and she saw the dial begin to move back.
"Count it out, Stell," said Jess.
"One-fifteen," she said quietly. Could they really weigh her tits like this. She didn't really believe it, but she watched the dial carefully. "One-thirteen . . . one-ten . . . Jesus, one-o-nine," and the two men lifted her off the scales by her big tits.
"What'd I tell you? Ten pounds of titty-ten fucking pounds." Jess' hand squeezed her tit, fingers digging deep into the firm flesh. "You ever feel titty meat like this, Howard? God damn."
Howard squeezed her other tit, and Stell felt as though she would pass out, not just because they squeezed her until the pain almost made her cry out, but because she was so at their mercy. She had never been in such a predicament before, but she also felt her pussy warm to the possibilities-to flare up as the two men worked at her tits.
"Oh, please, please, don't," she begged half-heartedly. "I don't want this to happen-really I don't."
"Sure you do, Stell. You been flashing your long legs and jiggling these gigantic tits around here all day, and now it's time we enjoyed them-right, Howard?" Jess took her nipple between his paint-flecked thumb and forefinger and pulled it as far away from her body as it would go.
"Oooooh, ooooooh, please," she said, the pleasure/pain in her nipple tugging also at her throbbing cunt. "No, oh no, no . . . no . . . no," she said, twisting her head back and forth as the men twisted the nipples of her tits.
Howard reached down her back and ran his hand down the tight waist band of her shorts. Jess' free hand ran down the front. They both shoved in and the button of her shorts popped in a lazy loop right into the open paint can. The zipper hissed and both men had their hands inside her shorts.
"Oh, God, don't-please-oh, don't do this." She could feel their fingers kneading the flesh of her ass and the loose folds around her pussy through the silky film of her panties.
"Let's get rid of these," said Howard, and he ripped down her shorts with such violence that she gasped.
"Don't need these either," said Jess as he reached for the elastic of her panties and, with one swift motion, tore out the front panel which came away in his hand. The rest of the material hung down her legs, clutched by her damp crotch.
Howard tugged the material away and held it up in front of her. "Nope, no need for these, is there?" He held the crotch panel in front of her nose, and then in front of his own.
"Oh, baby, is that one sweet smelling pussy!" He held the ripped panties up over his head and opened his mouth. Letting the crotch panel dangle between his open lips, he flicked out his tongue and licked at the wet material. He lowered the whole thing into his mouth and sucked with an ecstatic smile on his face.
"Good pussy goo?" asked Jess.
"None better-sweet as molasses and just as thick."
"I don't know about you, but I think it's time we painted the inside of Stell's pussy white, Howard. Least we can do, don't you think?"
"Yeah, Jess, paint her insides just as white as we can get them." He stood back and began to unbutton the side$ of his overalls.
"Ooooh, fellas, don't do this. What if my husband comes home? He does, you know, sometimes for lunch." The incident with Bill Simmons flashed through her mind, and how close it had been. Tom thought she must have a fever because she was so flushed.
"Jesus, what luck, Howard. We ain't never been this lucky, have we?"
"Nope, Jess, we sure ain't." Howard stood there, his shorts sticking out like a tent. His cock poked out and he had trouble getting off the damp, sweaty underwear.
But when he did, Stell saw the most slender, handsome cock she had ever seen. It was fantastically long, with a tulip shaped head and a cockshaft that looked thin only because it was so long."
Her stomach turned over and her heart began to pound against her chest. She didn't even feel like resisting any more, but she forced the words out anyway.
"Please, oh please!" But it wasn't clear for what she pleaded. Her eyes looked longingly at the lavender-hued head of Howard's cock.
"You want it, don't you, baby?" he asked her and stuck his long thin cock out at her. Her hand automatically reached for the head and squeezed the blood back into the slender cockshaft.
"Don't," she said softly, even as she squeezed his cock, felt the blood rush in and out of his soft cockhead.
Jess hurriedly jerked off his overalls and stripped out of his bright plaid shorts. Stell's eyes were half closed as she massaged the head of Howard's prick, and it was only later that she looked back at Jess.
"Oooooooh!" she said with an inward rush of breath that whistled through her clamped teeth.
Jess' cock stood up at a forty-five degree angle from his body. It pulsed with an angry red head, and it was the thickest shaft that Stell had ever seen. Her left hand rubbed unconsciously at her right wrist, and she was aware that she was measuring the thickness of Jess' cock. Christ, it was thicker than her wrist by a long shot. She felt her pussy begin to hum, and flames shot up as if gasoline had been poured on the fire of her cunt.
"Why don't you feed this gal some cock while I inspect her pussy like a good painter," said Jess. He turned Stell around and forced her face down over the overstuffed arm of the couch.
"Come here, baby, and fasten your hot little mouth to this thing," said Howard, moving onto the couch so that she could reach his cock.
"God, oh God, yes, I want it. I want to suck your cock, Howard-your beautiful cock, honey." She gave up trying to restrain herself. What was the use? They would do with her what they wanted anyway. And she knew that she would want whatever they wanted, knew it more fully with each breath she took, with each heaving motion of her tits, with each tingling twitch of her pussy. She wanted anything and everything they could do to her.
"Yes ... yes . . .yes," she sighed and slipped the lavender head of Howard's cock into her sucking mouth. She ran her tongue in quick tight circles around the rim, and riveted it in and out of his pee slit.
"Jesus, Stell, can you ever suck a cock. God, Jess, you wouldn't believe the way she can do it. I never felt it like this before. Yeah, baby, suck it for all you're worth." She reached out her hands and clasped his slender cock in her eager hands and began to jack him off slowly as she sucked more and more of his cock into her mouth. It was the perfect size, and it was all she could do to keep from slamming it all the way down her tight throat. She rolled her head around and around, running the cockhead around the opening to her throat until she felt him shudder with pleasure.
"Oh, fuckin' Jesus," he said, his head lolling back on the couch.
"Good, honey?" she asked him, licking playfully at the underside of the tip.
"Oh, God, don't stop, honey-don't ever stop." He grabbed her head and forced her back onto his throbbing cock.
He was incredibly strong, and had she wanted to resist, she couldn't have. But there wasn't the least bit of resistance in her. There was no panic as he forced her head against his pumping cock-no fear, for she knew that she could take it all-every last inch.
"Love it! Shit! I love it!" Howard's head flopped from side to side, pleasure written across his face in ecstatic detail.
"Now to check out this pussy of yours, Stell," said Jess, and she felt something cool poking around at the mouth of her cunt.
She turned her head and tried to look back over her shoulder to see what Jess was doing, but Howard held her head fast, and more and more of his cock slid down her throat.
"Oh, Jesus, God, Jess, oh Jesus, God. She's gonna take it all, Jess-gonna take it all down her throat." Howard's hips began to move up off the canvas covered couch, and he began to fuck his cock up into her eager mouth. She felt the cockhead batter against her throat as it forced itself deeper and deeper down the tight passage.
"Mmmmmm, hhhhhmmmmm," she said, shaking her head up and down, and he forced more of his long cock into her. As she sucked his cock into her throat, she took her hands away, for there was not even a handhold of prick left, and even as she pulled her hand away there was even less as a great thrust of his pumping hips jabbed more cock meat into her pulsing throat.
And then Stell felt the thing in her cunt, cold at first-fucking into her from the back, up between her legs. It wasn't a cock, she knew, but she didn't know what it was.
As she sucked Howard's raging cock and felt the thing fuck into her from the back, she felt lifted above every care. There was nothing that could touch her there, and as she floated beyond reach, she fucked happily, the pleasure filling her through every pore of her being.
And then Howard began jetting hot spurts of cum down her throat, thick streams that seemed to scald her tender throat tissue. Scalding or not, she loved the feel of it flooding into her, and she sucked as hard as she could against his long, deep-throated cock.
"Oooooooh, shit, oooooh!" he cried, fucking into her face with quick, sharp stabs, and she felt as if she were being wounded by the keen point of his knife-like prick.
"Suck . . . suck . . . yeah, suck it . . . oh, suck ... oh, suck it, baby," he said in time to the spurts of cum that washed down her throat.
Stell tried to concentrate on the cock that filled her throat and belly with its size and cum, but the busy thing in her cunt was begging for attention. She felt it fuck up into her with long, steady strokes, nudge up against the back of her cunt passage, and then out again. Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh yes, fuck, fuck, fuck- she loved the feel and the rhythm.
Howard, his cock flagging, slipped out of her mouth with a wet slurping sound, and Stell turned her attention to her contracting cunt.
"Aaaaooooooh!" she gasped when she saw that it was the white plastic handle of a large paint roller that fucked into her eager cunt.
"Shit, Stell, you're gonna be a painter yet," said Jess as he guided the handle in with both hands fastened to the paint roller.
"Turn around here, Stell, and see if you'll make a painter." She moved away from the arm of the couch, bent over, and he moved her to the center of the room. "Down, honey, get down on your hands and knees, baby, and then roll over."
She did as she was told and when she had rolled over, without Jess missing a stroke of the roller, he spread her legs wide and reached for her hands, the roller dangling out of her cunt awkwardly.
"You take over, baby, see if you can handle a roller as good as Jess can. He moved back and sat down between her spread legs.
She lay there with the roller in both hands, feeling the wet paint, he hadn't even cleaned it before he stuffed it up her, and she saw that her thighs were smeared with the baby blue of the walls.
"Shit!" she said half to herself, but her cunt was already begging for the action to be renewed.
"Do it to yourself, honey-fuck yourself with that roller handle, honey." But he really didn't have to say a thing, for her hands were already forcing the plastic thing up her cunt.
"That's the way, baby-fuck that thing up your cunt, that steaming cunt. You ever see such a hot cunt on a woman, Howard?"
But Howard still lay sprawled on the couch, his cock hanging limp and used, cum-glazed and red. "Can't compare to her mouth, Jess, no way." He shook his head, still not believing his good fortune.
"I bet there's places better than her mouth, too, Howard-we just need to use our imagination.
Jess sat cross-legged before Stell and watched her fuck herself with the roller handle. As she watched, he jacked off his own thick tool, whacking faster as Stell's movements with the roller picked up speed.
"Yeah, baby, fuck it," and his tongue appeared in the corner of his mouth as he beat the angry red thickness of his cock meat.
"Oh, God, I don't believe this, I don't believe . . .1," but the feelings were real, and she fucked into her hot cunt harder and faster with the handle.
"Believe it, honey, 'cause you are a painter, baby," said Jess, his own powerful strokes getting faster, his hand tightening around the thickness of his cock.
"Shit, that's a waste of good pussy," he said abruptly, and jerked the roller out of her hands and out of her cunt with a sucking slurp that sounded with a wet pop.
Stell jumped with the suddenness of the action, but she saw that Jess was ready to plunge his own cock into her tight, creamy pussy.
"Oooooh, yes, God, yes, fuck me, Jess-fuck me like no tomorrow." She reached out and grabbed the head of his thick cock and stuffed it up her snapping cunt.
"Fuck, woman, that thing alive?"
"I sure hope it isn't dead," she said, pulling him down on top of her. She fucked up against his hard, quick thrusts, and opened her thighs as wide as she could. She wanted all that great thick cock meat she could get.
"Fuck me, honey, yeah, fuck me with that club of a cock. I have to have cock, Jess, all the cock I can get. I'm starved for it, baby, so starved. Fuck it to me, honey."
Jess lifted on his toes and rammed into her hot cunt. He arched his back and fucked up into the long slick groove of her pussy with lightning-like strokes that battered at the end of her cunt passage with the bluntness of his great cockhead.
"Yes, oh, yes, baby, that's it-fuck me, destroy my cunt with that missile of a cock, Jess. Do it, honey-rip my cunt apart."
Jess fucked her as if he wanted to do just that-fucked with wild crazed motions. He locked his legs around hers and they rolled across the paint-daubed canvas drop cloth.
"Ooooooh, Jess, do it, honey-fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" And her body picked up abstract splotches of blue paint as they rolled and fucked, fucked and rolled.
"Fuck your cunt, you bitch, fuck it black and blue!" said Jess, driving his iron hard cock into her tight pussy, even tighter with her legs locked between his own.
"You fucking animal, oh, you fucking animal," she said. "I love your fucking, honey-God, I can't get enough of your fucking. Harder, baby, bang me harder." They thrashed on the paint-smeared canvas and almost knocked over the open can of paint, but Howard jumped up and moved it just in time.
"Jesus, I never seen anything like this," he said to himself, and walked around the writhing pair as if he was looking for another opening.
Stell managed to stop Jess on his back and pull herself up with her knees planted firmly on either side of his hips.
"That's it, honey, fuck old Jess-fuck the shit out of his tired old cock." He lay there and let her fuck up and down on his thick cock, its full roundness glistening with the thick pussy juices that ran down from Stell's sopping cunt.
"Ready or not, here I come," said Howard, and pushed Stell down upon Jess' panting chest. .
Stell felt the head of his cock poke up at the mouth of her pussy beside Jess'. God, was he going to fuck her at the same time? Could her pussy take two cocks? She felt Howard's cockhead plunge up and back, up and back, as though it couldn't make up its mind, and then it pulled away.
She looked back over her shoulder and could only see the look of concentration on Howard's face.
"Howard?" she asked hesitantly, and then felt the head of his cock against the tightness of her asshole.
"Oh, God, no, Howard. No! No! No!" she cried and shook her head violently, spraying her paint-stained hair in a wide arc about her head.
"Got to, honey, got to fuck me some ass." "Please, honey, don't do it-Christ, don't hurt me!"
"Just gonna fuck me some asshole; Stell- get me some of this good, tight asshole, baby-you'll see, it'll be great."
His cock shoved against her, and she felt the pain explode like a hot blast from her ass. "Christ! Oh, Jesus Christ! Help, oh help!" she cried, and bit her lower lip until the blood almost formed around the perfect white teeth.
"Hang on, honey, I'll be in, in a second." He pushed and shoved, his slim, well-oiled head easing open the tight ring of her asshole by degrees.
"Eeeeeiiiiiaaaa!" she screamed, and in the middle of it, Howard gave a great lunge and sent half his slim cock up her ass.
"Oooooooh!" she cried. "Oh, God, no, I can't stand it-I can't, I can't, I can't!"
Howard pulled back and shot forward again, slamming his slim cock even further up her ass. He pulled back again and she cried out in pain, but he ignored it, slamming into her once again, plunging in to the hilt.
"Ooooooouuuuuuch!" she cried, but he had begun to fuck her ass, fuck in" and out slowly, and as he fucked, the strangest thing began to happen. It was as though his cock massaged away the pain, erased it with its fucking motions, for the longer he fucked, the better it felt.
"Howard!" she cried, but whether in pain or pleasure wasn't clear, not even to her.
"Aaaaaaah, honey, aaaaaaah, tight ass, such a tight ass."
As his fucking up her ass mellowed out, Stell became aware of the sensation of two cocks fucking her, fucking into her tingling body.
"Fuck me, oh yes, fuck me-both lovely big cocks fuck me." The tempo quickened as she pleaded with them, and she felt the sensations mounting. She was pushed up higher and higher, pushed up to the very peak of her excitement and balanced there like a ball on the nose of a seal until one or the other of the straining pricks flicked her off into the swirling ecstasy of her come.
"Ooooooooh, oooooooh, oooooooh, fffff-FFFFFUUUUUUCK!" she cried, as her climax slammed into her like a giant wave and swept her out into a depth of passion she had never known.
She felt the two cocks as one, fucking her, plowing into her, and then there was only the intensity of her convulsions, the overpowering sensation that swallowed her up.
Tom, talking with Stell later that evening, was not overly impressed with the painter's work.
"You can say what you want," said Tom as he shaved in front of the steamy mirror. Stell had turned it on to warm up the shower. "I don't think they accomplished very much to have been here all day." He held his nose and shaved the cleft in his upper lip.
"Sweetie, I was here all day, and I know they worked-they really did."
"They must be slow as molasses, then." He turned his head left and right, checking his cheeks with lather-stained fingers.
Stell walked in and opened the shower door.
"What the hell have you got all over you?" he asked swinging around from the mirror with a surprised look on his face.
"Paint?" said Stell, shrugging so that her big tits jiggled and danced before him. There were blotches of blue between those huge tits, down one side, and on her shoulders.
Shit, they had wiped her off quickly with pain thinner, but it had burned, so she told them to forget it. Now she wished she had waited.
He turned her around. "What the fuck were you doing, rolling on the drop cloth? Shit! You even got paint in the crack of your ass!"
"I don't know, honey. I was just helping them mix the paint so it was the right color. That's what you wanted, wasn't it? 'Be here so nothing gets screwed up.' Isn't that what you said?"
"Shit, I didn't think you'd take a bath in the stuff." He shrugged and went back to catch a patch of beard that he had missed and Stell quickly stepped into the shower and scrubbed for all she was worth.