Chapter 8
Stell hung up the phone and sat staring out the bay window into the darkness. It was the second time that week that Tom had called to say that he would be working late at the office. The week before it had happened once. The thing that bothered her, though, was that he didn't seem to mind working late. She looked for that resigned tone in his voice, but none was there.
Shit! Maybe he had to work at the office, but she sure didn't have to sit at home. She got up and went into the bedroom and picked out her sexiest dress, a clinging kelly-green wraparound that showed lots of tit and, when she walked or danced, lots of leg. Tom could just sit there in the office and fuck his numbers, for all she cared.
The Crystal Ball was a combination bar and disco, and Stell headed for it as though it were her favorite haunt. She had really never been there before. Tom and she didn't go out that much. Inside she made her way through the smoky haze and multicolored lights that flashed from all corners of the room, found a small table beside the dance floor, and signaled the waiter.
The music blared from huge speakers and made the whole place sound like nothing but a box of sound. She sipped her drink and looked around the bar for action. There were couples and a few stray men, but nothing interesting. She quickly finished her drink and ordered another. The waiter brought it and spent a good deal of time making change as he looked down her dress at her large tits.
"Anything I can do, just give a nod." He moved back to the bar and Stell watched his lean, athletic walk. If nothing else turned up, who knew?
She had just settled down to enjoy her tall collins when the glass slipped from her hand and nearly fell on the floor. The sharp intake of breath caused her to gasp. There, across the dance floor, in a dimly lit booth, was Tom, with a big redhead. They were bent over drinks and she could see Tom's hands on the girl's knees beneath the table.
Her heart jumped into her throat and her stomach fell. She could see how beloved Tom was spending his time. He was going to work out on that little red-haired whore.
She got up and started to stomp across the dance floor, but she stopped herself and thought better of it. She turned and stepped behind a pillar that would give her a view of Tom and the woman.
Stell watched as the woman's skirt moved up her thighs and Tom's hands played over her legs. They didn't seem to mind that other people were around. The girl smiled and laughed and spread her legs as her skirt bunched at her hips. Stell saw Tom's right hand disappear between her legs and the girl's smile change slightly as his finger must have found her cunt.
Fuck it! She didn't have to stand there and watch her husband finger some bitch from his office. She had friends too, damn it, and she knew how to have a good time.
When she got home she called Cliff.
"Hi," he said when he identified the voice. "Betty's out for the evening-what's up?"
"I'm lonely, Cliff, and my pussy's aching for a cock."
"I'll be right over, baby-just keep it warmed up for me."
When he hung up she dialed Bill.
"Simmons' residence," said a sweet female voice at the other end of the line.
"Mr. Simmons, please," said Stell, as business-like as she could.
"Hello," said Bill after a few seconds.
"Feel like a party?" said Stell into the receiver.
"Well, I don't know if I could do it tonight, Mrs. Smith. How bad is it?"
"Shit, Bill, it's about as bad as it can get. I need cock, honey, lots of cock to fill up my empty cunt. Come and fuck me, honey, before it's too late."
"Well, if you're sure that it can't wait until morning, Mrs. Smith, I'll try to get over and look at it."
"It can't wait another five minutes, Bill-it needs fucking right now."
"I'll be there," he said and hung up.
Stell smiled to herself, and as she dialed the number the painter had scrawled on a color chip, her hand moved up under her green dress and rubbed the pussy beneath the silk panties. She would keep it warm, but boy would it be hot by the time they all got done with her! But why not? If Tom could have his fun, why couldn't she?
"Jess speaking," said a rusty voice at the end of the line.
"Hi, Jess, this is Stell-remember me?"
"Shit, how could I forget that?"
"I just wondered if you wanted a replay. I'm having a little party and I thought you might like some action, honey. Why don't you just come on over, and I'm sure you can find something to paint. You have a real talent for painting, Jess-I just want you to know that."
"Hell, Stell, I'd sure like to but my old lady . . . shit, fuck my old lady. I'll be there in a jiffy, honey. And you better be prepared for a fucking. Last time I was just warming up, honey. Tonight I'm gonna show you the real thing."
"I'll be ready, Jess-I'll be ready and waiting."
Cliff walked in only moments before Bill. They were surprised to see one another there. They looked at Stell questioningly. "Stell?"
"I just thought that if one is good, then two ought to be better." As they stood in the entrance talking, the bell rang and when she opened it there stood Jess with a grin from ear to ear. The grin faded as he saw the other two.
"And if two are better-well, shit, then three has to be great!"
She ushered them into the living room and they all sat down. The three men looked at one another and at her. No one spoke.
"Drinks?" she asked, and they all nodded. She poured and as they sat there and slugged down the liquor, Stell went over and turned on the stereo. She danced back across the room and asked, "Anybody want to dance?" The men looked at each other and finally Bill got up and said, "Sure."
They moved out into the center of the room and moved to the rhythm of the song that played. Stell rubbed her belly against his, and her pussy against his cock bulge. She managed to work her leg between the two of his, and as they swayed with the tempo, she dry-fucked no against his growing cock bulge.
"Shit," said Jess, getting up off the couch. He walked over and tapped Bill on the shoulder. "Mind if I cut in?"
He quickly stepped between Stell and Bill and grabbed her around the waist and let his hand slide down her back and spread out across her ass, fingers pressing against the underside of her asscheeks. "Now that's dancing," he said and swung her around. He ground his hardening cock into her pussy and pressed her against him from the rear with the hand that played with her ass. They danced in small circles around the room, and when they had made a complete revolution, Cliff got up to cut in.
"Next," he said, and plucked her gracefully out of Jess' arms. Cliff was a good dancer and he seemed to glide around the room. But even with all his smoothness, he kept his hand firm on her ass and his hard cock meat fast against her cunt. Her head began to swirl with the drinks she had had, with the music, and with the dancing as he whirled her around and around the room.
"Come on, Cliff, don't try to make it a one-man show," said Jess.
"Yeah," agreed Bill. "My turn." He got up and replaced Cliff. Rather than clamping her ass with his fanned fingers, he pulled up her dress inch by inch until it was all bunched in his hand, and then he tucked his hand under and slid it down between her panties and warm ass. She could feel the goose bumps as his fingers squeezed and kneaded her ass. They worked down between the crack and his middle finger massaged her pucker of a brown asshole.
"Aaaah," she sighed, rising above everything as she danced and rode his working finger. Tom was a distant irritation. Let him play with some office bitch all he wanted. It couldn't touch her here, not here above the work-a-day world.
"Yes, yes, yes," she whispered into his ear, crushing her tits against his chest and grinding her pussy into his hard cock bulge.
"Time's up," said Jess, stepping between them, but Bill's hand was caught in her panties, and Jess had to wait until Bill could free himself before he whirled Stell away on his own. As they danced he managed to undo the belt of her dress, and the flaps began to part as they danced. He manipulated the material so that more and more of her body was exposed, her large titties in their beige bras, flat belly well tanned from hours in the sun, and her pink panties swelling with the bulge of her pussy mound. "I don't guess we need this anymore," he said and turned the dress back over her shoulders and let it fall to the carpet as they danced away.
Bill and Cliff cheered Jess' success, and Stell bellied up to him, feeling the hardness of his cock even more now that her dress was gone.
"Okay, Jess, let me at her," said Cliff, gliding up and wiggling his hips like a Latin dancer.
"Shit!" said Jess, but he walked back to the couch and sat down.
Before Cliff began to dance her around the room, he reached behind her and unclasped her bra. He stepped back and pulled the straps down over her shoulders and watched the material fall away slowly from the great swells of her tits. He tossed the bra and it looped into a wobbling arc across the room and flattened out on the carpet near her crumpled dress.
Stell danced in panties and high heels, her tits flat against the smooth nylon shirt that Cliff wore, and her pussy rubbed by the muscular thigh stuck between her own. They danced and her head continued to swirl, the music beating a rhythm that matched the pounding of her blood. She could feel the same pounding in her temples, and all the way down into her cunt-the throb, throb, throb of the music as they danced.
"Last, but not least," said Bill, again getting up for his turn. Cliff stepped back and before Bill took his turn he knelt down and hooked his thumbs in the waist band of Stell's panties. He pulled them down slowly, revealing more and more of her fanned blonde patch of pussy hair. The silky drawers slid slowly down her lovely, long legs. Before getting up to dance, Bill stuck his nose in her cunt bush and breathed deeply.
"God, Stell, what a cunt?" He nuzzled her pussy and sniffed again and again.
"You gonna sniff her pussy all night, or are you gonna dance?" asked Jess impatiently.
Bill got up and put his arms around Stell and they danced slowly. He rubbed both asscheeks with a hand and she rubbed her nipples across his shirt. The thrill was electric as it shot down to her cunt and back up to her tits.
"God," she said, the thrill sending a chill up and down her spine. She was aware that she was dancing nude with a man who wanted to fuck her, while two others looked on-two others who wanted to fuck her, too. Three men-Christ, three men who wanted to fuck her, ball her, bang her until she couldn't walk straight. Her heart pounded and her blood raced. She couldn't wait.
"Fuck me," she said into Bill's ear. "Fuck me now, honey." She rubbed up against him, her pussy damp against his slacks.
"Shit. Stell, whatever." He twirled her away from him and began to pull off his shirt.
"Party time," said Jess, beginning to strip off his own clothes. Cliff was not far behind.
"You believe this, Cliff? Some piece of cunt, right?"
"Damn right," he said, getting up to pull of his own pants.
Bill balanced on one leg as he took off his pants, and then half stooped and shot down his shorts, his cock jumping out as he pulled them quickly down.
"Yes, my cock-my own private cock," said Stell, and reached for the turgid prick that bobbed before her.
She pushed down on his cockhead and tried to mount it.
"Standing up?"
"Why not?" She stood on tiptoe and he bent his knees, and tried to lean under her pussy.
The head of his cock found the mouth of her cunt, and since she was so excited, the mouth was wet and eager. With a short jerk he managed to sink the head up her pussy beyond the rim.
"Aaaah," she sighed.
"Fuckin' A," he said, feeling his prick hot and wet inside her tight cunt.
He moved under her even more and she strained on her stretched legs. She could feel the head of his prick well up her, and with just a little more effort she knew that she would have it all.
"Push," she urged. "Harder, Bill, push it up me, honey." He pulled back just a little and with a swooping upward thrust he sank half his big prick up her cunt.
"Oooooh!" she said, not expecting the suddenness of his plunged. "Yes, baby, yes-fuck your little Stell, fuck her good, honey-pin her pussy to your cock!" With awkward fucking motions he managed to sink his cock up her cunt farther and farther, every thrust wedging its way into her tight pussy.
"God, baby," he said, the smile on his face saying more than words, "what a cunt-what a perfect cunt." He forced himself back and leaned up into her. By pulling up on her asscheeks, he fucked up into her cunt all the way. "Yeeeesss," she said, "oh, baby, yes, fuck me, honey, fuck me silly."
The stereo picked up with a pounding rhythm and he began to fuck into her.
"Dance with me, baby, dance and fuck me at the same time, honey. Do it, God, do it all!" He pushed her up by the ass and whirled her around to the music, fucking into her as they danced and swirled in and around the other two men who stood waiting for some opportunity. Their cocks stood at rigid attention, but they had no place to put them.
"Hell, I don't aim to stand around here all night with a hard-on, Cliff. What say we get in there and see some of that action?"
"You got it, Jess." They stopped the whirling couple and forced them over to the couch. Bill turned around and sat down with Stell perched on his hot cock.
"Shit, lay down, Bill. You're hogging the whole show, boy." They shoved him down, him still fucking away into Stell's tight pussy.
"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." She looked up at the other two men with pleading in her eyes.
"That's just what we aim to do, Stell-fuck the shit out of you, and you're gonna beg for more-the best fuckin' you ever had, woman, and then we are gonna fuck you some more-fuck you till your cunt don't know in from out, honey."
Jess climbed up on the couch and put a knee on either side of Bill's head.
"What the fuck?"
"Shut up and fuck, you son-of-a-bitch," he said, and he positioned "himself before Stell's face so that his cock would be in front of her gaping mouth.
"Aaah, aaaah," she said as Bill fucked up into her, his cock reaming her pussy good, spreading her pussy with its hard, powerful strokes.
While her mouth hung open, Jess stuck his thick cockhead inside her mouth. She immediately began to suck on the great knob and run her tongue around its thickness.
"That's it, woman, suck on that cock, honey-suck it till the cum comes like a river down your throat."
She held her lips around the breadth of his cock and he began to force in and out of her hot mouth. Her tongue's soft-rough texture whipped his head into a frenzy of activity; it fucked into her with quick, short strokes. With the tip of her tongue she probed his pee slit and drove him wild as she forced herself farther and farther into the tiny piss hole. "Jesus, shit, fucking Jesus," he said, writhing halfway between pain and pleasure as she forced herself farther and farther into his slit.
Then he began to fuck into her mouth until the great knob of his cock battered against the back of her throat. She fought to get her tongue out of the way, and his cock thrust deeper and deeper as she tried to hold back the most vicious strokes with her hands around the root of his thick cock.
"Right, honey-jerk that cocksucker off, jack him off and suck his load down your throat." He seemed to fuck even wilder, thrust even harder, his whole body hammering at the small constricted throat.
"Fuck," said Cliff. He was tired of waiting for an opening in the action, so he decided to make his own opening. He went into the kitchen and came back with a cube of butter. He opened the foil covering and scooped up a gob of the pale yellow substance with the tips of his fingers. He leaned over and smeared the gob of greasy butter onto Stell's asshole.
"Mmmm, mmmmm," she said around the thick cock that plugged her mouth and the opening to her throat.
"Everything is just fine," said Cliff, daubing on more butter and working it around the brown button of her asshole.
"God, no," she wanted to say. "No! No! No!" But all that came out was the mumbled garble that tangled around Jess' pounding cock.
Stell remembered Howard's cock up her ass, and even though it had eventually been fantastic, had thrilled her as few other things did, Howard's cock had been long and thin. Cliff's cock was anything but. Long yes, but thick.
She shook her head wildly, and tried to scream, but her cries died in her throat, muffled by the great knob of Jess' cock.
"That's it, honey-suck that thing-suck it good, honey," said Jess, fucking up into her mouth even harder. He had misunderstood the shaking of her head, and he pounded unmercifully into her tight, raw throat.
Stell hadn't thought that she could take Jess down her throat, but in her panic at the thought of Cliff's huge cock up her ass, she had set aside her fears of Jess' plunging prick. Before she knew it, the head had slid past the opening and was working its way down her tight, raw throat.
"Oh, my God," she cried, but the sounds echoed only inside her mind.
Cliff's middle finger slipped easily into the tight ring of Stell's asshole and worked around in oily circles as it fucked in and out.
"God, am I gonna fuck some ass," said Cliff, his cockhead throbbing only inches from where his finger worked around in the tight, brown opening.
Stell vainly reached back to protect herself, but she could not reach her ass and she felt the knob of Cliff's cock push against the pucker of her asshole as his finger slid out with a soft, wet pop.
NO! NO! NO! But already she felt him shove against the muscles of her asshole, strain and shove until the opening began to give, expand, relent.
"Relax, baby, open up that asshole, baby-gonna shove this prick up your shitter one way or another. Might as well make it easy, honey, cause I'm coming in one way or the other."
She shook her head, but her efforts only served to excite Jess all the more, and his cock flashed in and out of her mouth, up and down her tight throat like a glistening piston in her overheated mouth.
And in the next instant his cock was spurting the scalding burden of his cum, splashing it out into the tightness of her throat, and adding lubrication that made his fucking easier. He spurted and pumped, jetted what seemed like quarts of his hot cum into her, great streams of jism that seemed to flood and wash the little pain that remained down her throat like the debris before a flood tide.
The wake of his coming was all pleasure for Stell-the motion of his cock as it plunged in and out of her throat sent thrilling sensations throughout her body. The taste of his cum easing up the sides of his thick cock satisfied deep hungers, and she wallowed in the feeling.
Just as she had begun to bask in the fullness of his fucking her throat, Stell felt the thick, blunt head of Cliff's cock puncture her ass, spear her tender asshole and spread the tender tissue as it plowed right up her hot, tight hole.
Her scream escaped before she even knew it was coming, but just as quickly she clamped her teeth upon the soft flesh of her forearm. She bit and the blood oozed from the wounded flesh. The pain did little to ease that which ripped through her ass and tore at her innards.
"God, oh merciful God," she cried to herself, knowing that she was beyond help. Cliff's cock eased ever farther up her hot, buttery ass, searing like a burning knife blade into her innermost softness.
"Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" Cliff shrieked as her asshole squeezed his cockhead like nothing else had ever squeezed it. "Fucking tight ass, oh such a fuckin' tight asshole."
The pain was unbearable, but Cliff kept shoving, heaving up against her ass and the back of her thighs. Even in the intensity of her pain, Stell became aware that Bill was still fucking her cunt, fucking steadily, rolling up and down with his stomach and hips. And the more aware of his cock she became, the less intense became the pain in her asshole.
In the beginning Bill and Cliff had fucked into her on their own, satisfying their own needs, but once Cliff had settled his great cock up her ass, and had planted it up to the hilt, their fucking began to run in unison, thrusting in time to each other's movements. Fuck in together, pull out together - Stell felt it, and felt that she would be able to stand it after all, would be able to rise above the pain.
"Aaaaaaghhhhhhhh," she said, her words tangling in the tightness of her throat, and she tried to block out everything but the two cocks that pumped into her pussy and ass, fucked into her hot body with slowly mounting speed and urgency.
"God, I can feel your cock against mine, Cliff-I can feel you fucking her ass-Jesus, I can feel it."
"Shit, me too, Bill. God, that's really something."
"You feel like you got a log up her ass." .
"Oh, God, yes, a fucking log," said Stell, feeling for the world as though she were being split open by a great oak pole. But even as she strained to control her pain, Cliff's cock began to move more easily in and out of the tight asshole, producing ripples of sensation that were neither pain nor pleasure, but something in between.
Her body began to respond to the motions of both cocks, her belly began to roll with the fucking of her cunt, and her pussy and ass muscles began to grip for the cock that filled her small hot ass.
"God, now you're doing it, baby-yeah, fuck, honey, fuck." Cliff fucked harder into her ass, and she could feel the head of his raging cock touch virgin emptiness deep within her bowels.
"Oh, shit, oh shit!" she cried and fucked back against his thrusting cock. Her body was speaking to her with a new language, one that translated the pain into pleasure, and she began to fuck with bucking, jerking motions, her body losing control of itself as more pleasure overloaded the circuits of her nerves.
"Shit, Bill, what a fuck-oh, what a fuck."
"Ride her-oh, shit, ride her," responded Bill from beneath her bucking hips.
Stell rode the glorious moment for all it was worth, fucked high above all her problems. In the next instant her come exploded and caught the two men up in the vacuum of its blast.
Her body convulsed with violent spasms as her asshole gripped the pounding cock and her cunt constricted in wild spasms upon the hammering prick. Her whole body trembled with the rippling power of her come.
Her ass was flooded with the gushing impact of Cliff's load, and she could feel its heat wash around in her insides, splashing up into unknown depths and spaces. Her cunt was awash with the charge expelled from Bill's pumping cock as well. Great jets of jism hosed up into her pussy, and filled her so full that it began rushing out the sides around his thundering cock, running down onto his balls in thick trickles.
Lunging into her even more fiercely than before, Cliff cried out his wild satisfaction in a series of deep-throated yells. "FUCK! . . . FUCK! . . . FUCK!" And then he fell against the quivering ass that gripped his spent cock, resting his heaving chest against her back.
"Fuck, oh yes, fuck, baby!" yelled Bill, and shot the last of his load up her writhing pussy.
Stell's whole body quivered and twitched, her nerves raw to every touch, but their rawness exposed not pain, but new avenues to pleasure.
Still half senseless, her mind reeling with the fucking she had taken, her body cried out for more, and her voice came to its aid.
"More," she cried, "oh, fuck me more-don't stop, never stop. Cock, give me cock-oh, fuck me and fuck me and fuck me!" she cried, gripping and milking the slackening cocks that still filled both her fuck holes. "Fuck me!" she cried impatiently. She willed their cocks back to life.
"Do it, damn you, fuck me. More! More! More!" Her eyes rolled in her head and she thrashed her head about, her hair flying around her face.
"Hell," said Jess, lifting her up off Bill's chest, "I got something you might like, Stell. What do you think?" He showed her his cock, thick and hard, revived from her blow job and ready to fuck her again.
"Oh, yes ... yes .. . yes," she said, a smile wavering upon her frantic face. "Fuck me with your big prick, Jess, stuff it up my cunt, honey. Fuck me some more-never stop." Reaching for his cock, her fingers clutched and clawed. She couldn't get enough-her body craved more cock-all the cock there was. She wanted it stuffed in every hole she had. "FUCK ME!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.
"God, move over, Bill," said Jess, fighting to get at her cunt.
Stell raised up and Bill pulled himself out from under her, his cock slipping out of her cunt with a wet, slurping sound.
Cliff tried to pull out of her ass, but she screamed.
"NO! NO! Stay, oh, do it more-fuck my ass more, Cliff-for me, honey, don't stop! God, baby, fuck my ass-ream it out, honey- fuck it till your cock comes out my throat, baby! Oh, shit, fuck me up the ass-I need it up the ass all the way."
As Jess helped her up off the couch Cliff moved along with her, his half-limp cock lodged up her writhing asshole. They moved slowly, and as they moved, Stell could feel Cliff's cock begin to grow, to stiffen, swell into its enormous self once again.
"Aaaaaah," she said as she felt the thrilling transformation.
"God, I don't believe it," said Cliff, almost soft a minute before, now hard and fucking into her asshole even as they moved across the floor to the center of the carpet.
Jess lay down on the floor and pulled Stell over him. "Sit on my cock, honey, sit on this prick I got stiffened up for you." She moved carefully, trying to keep Cliff up her ass and mounting herself on Jess' huge cock.
"That's it, baby, lower your pussy right down on Jess' cock and we're gonna fuck us up a storm!"
She felt herself sink upon his cock, and her pussy sucked him up like a warm knife against butter.
"Yeeees," she sighed, "fuck me, Jess. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Jess fucked up off the floor, thrusting his hips, unconcerned about anything but coming into the hot, tight pussy above him. He fucked like a wild man, thrust into her cunt with every ounce of strength he possessed.
"Fuck, baby," he said. "Fuck your cunt until you can't stand it no more-fuck you until you can't walk."
"Do it," she cried, "Yes, do it-oh, I want you to fuck me to death."
"Shit, tight," said Cliff. Even with her ass full of his cum, her asshole was tighter than any pussy he had ever felt. After a few strokes into that soft, velvety tightness he knew that he would come again. He fucked madly toward his goal and she could feel the frenzy-and she loved it.
Bill lay sprawled on the couch, his cock half hard in his hand. He whacked away as he watched the threesome fucking in the middle of the floor. Bill was the first one to see Tom standing in the doorway, standing in wide-eyed amazement. His mouth hung open and he shook his head as if trying to focus.
"What the fuck?" he said under his breath. Bill's hand froze in mid-stroke, and he feebly waved at the three who fucked wildly on the floor, but they were too involved to notice.
"Fuck me, oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" cried Stell, raising her head and shaking it from side to side.
"I'm fucking you, baby," said Jess.
"Yeah, oh yes, I'm fucking your tight ass, honey-gonna send more of my jism up that hot tight ass of yours."
"Stell!" Tom yelled and stormed into the center of the room. The two men froze, cocks caught half in and half out.
"Just what the fuck you think you are doing?"
"Don't!" she yelled above his voice. "Don't stop, oh, don't stop fucking me!
Please fuck me, oh, please fuck me!"
Rage filled Tom's face as he watched her, caught between two thick pricks as she was. He could see their swollen, shiny wetness as they stuck into her cunt and asshole. He was enraged that she could do this to him, but as he watched, Stell wiggling against them, their cocks responding, fucking again slowly, then faster, he started unzipping his pants.
"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me-I want all your cocks-oh, all your cocks."
"I'll fuck you, you slut," Tom said. He took out his already half-hard cock and waved it in her face. "Take that and suck it up your mouth, cunt-suck it down your throat, you bitch."
Stell's already skilled mouth reached out and sucked up the head of his cock and her throat muscles began gorging it down into her eager throat.
"Jesus, oh, Jesus fuckin' Christ," he said, his cock disappearing down her throat, and the look on his face mellowed from anger to astonishment, and from astonishment to ecstasy. "Aaah, God, Stell, oh God, suck me, honey-suck me."
In the center of the room Stell Chambers led her well-turned orchestra of cocks toward a crashing climax, and her husband played as loudly as the rest.