Chapter 3
Veronica glanced through the society pages with a pout of slight disgust on her mouth. Neither she nor George were particularly interested in purely social functions, attending this or that affair only when specifically requested to do so by one of their families. She maintained it was all a sham, all those small breasted women eyeing each other's clothes while their husbands eyed Veronica's tits. Veronica was certainly a skilled liar, but she had always lied for a purpose. The sweet, simpering lying that went on at those functions was without purpose, was not even cleverly masked, and it sickened her. Besides, she had never really forgiven them for excluding her when she was young enough to want to belong to their world. Now big tits and olive skin were very chic. They had always been attractive to the men, of course, but the show was run by the ladies with small tits and plastic smiles. She dropped the newspaper on the floor and finished the cup of coffee.
She heard the utility company truck pull into the driveway. Although the company would certainly deny it, they always gave immediate service to the so-called better neighborhoods. The poor bastards in the less expensive neighborhoods had to take time off from work to sit around and wait for service. All she, Mrs. George Wainwright, had to do was place a telephone call, drink a cup of coffee and open the door. She was suddenly angry, about the society pages and about the speed with which she received service. Jesus, if I wasn't so busy getting fucked by every available man, I'd sure as hell join some committees for social reform. Well, there's still the sex fair. That's for a good cause.
She moved towards the window and leaned forward to catch a glimpse of the utility company man. If he wasn't too hot, she would change back into a quilted robe and get rid of bun quick. The man swung into view and Veronica gasped. Veronica, you've struck it rich. Look at that gorgeous stud. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me. Oh, God, how I want you to fuck me. Her breath quickened.
The man moved up the driveway with a solid gait. He had thick, blond hair, brae eyes, and a thick sensual mouth framed by a curly blond mustache. His body was tight. She liked the way the low-slung utility belt pushed the bulge in his pants up and out, and she quickly estimated he had a good piece of meat to implant in her hungry cunt. She walked towards the kitchen door and opened it, allowing her transparent peignoir to fall slightly open as if blown free of her grasp by the wind.
He looked up and smiled warmly. She could tell that, although young, he was no fool. He had assessed the situation in a minute. He placed his hands loosely on his hips, his eyes half-closed against the glare of the morning sun.
"Morning," he said.
"Hello," she said. With a smile, she coyly drew the peignoir about her neck. He followed her into the kitchen.
"What seems to be the trouble?" he asked.
She turned around and faced him. He was still smiling, and for a moment she felt slightly foolish. She wondered if she should have been at least partly dressed so that he could have had the pleasure of undressing her, of hooking the fingers of his massive hands into the elastic band of her panties and ripping them from her. Perhaps he, too, was laughing at her. Perhaps it would have been more exciting for him to guess at the contours of her body. Veronica, however, never entertained second thoughts for very long. Hell, any man who doesn't want me is either a tool or a queer.
She lifted her head and looked him straight in the eye. His right hand had moved from his hip and he had hooked his thumb into the low-slung utility belt so the palm gently brushed against the lump in his trousers. She saw the hand move slightly and knew he was getting a hard-on. A thrill shot through her. Victory.
"I need service," she said in a voice which was deliberately calm to cover her mounting excitement.
"So do I, babe. So do I." His voice was slow, almost lazy. He walked towards her slowly, smiling still, and slipped his strong arms about her waist. She reacted to his masterful touch as if it were an electric current, stiffening with a slight shiver, then she settled back into the cradle of his arms. His mouth settled onto hers. His tongue slipped through her parted lips and slowly explored the corners of her mouth. She thrilled to his strength. He was the kind of man to whom a woman could give complete control. The buckle of his utility belt dug into her flesh and, beneath the belt, she felt the full force of his enormous prick straining against the constricting material of his pants.
As he kissed her, his hands began to move along the small of her back. They were hot, strong hands, and she squirmed slightly beneath his touch. The hot hands moved around towards her front and brushed over her quivering stomach as they rose to cup her breasts. He opened the peignoir, drew it over her shoulders and let it drop onto the floor. Veronica now stood completely naked before him. She was alone in the house with the powerful man. Her nakedness increased her sense of vulnerability. Her breasts began to quiver with excited anticipation of the pleasures to come.
He stood back and looked at her magnificent, heaving tits. Then he took one tit in each hand and began to massage the nipples with his thumb and forefinger. The brown nipples began to harden beneath his sure touch.
"Suck them," she whispered. "It drives me wild." She put her right hand onto the back of his head, lacing her fingers into the thick, curly hair, and brought his head forward towards her right tit. His mouth opened slightly as he came forward and the thick sensual lips closed about her nipple. He ran his tongue around the outer rim of the nipple, moving closer and closer to the hardened nub at the center. When he reached the stiff center, his mouth closed over it and she moaned softly at the slight touch of his teeth. Then he took as much of the tit into his mouth as he could and massaged the quivering flesh with his mouth, Using his hand to aid the oral stimulation. Veronica moaned and held tightly onto the back of his head.
"That's it," she whispered. "You know how to lick tits."
He released her right tit and began to ran his tongue along her tit towards the cleavage, slowly approaching the other nipple and leaving a thin trail of saliva along her heaving chest. He was a man who knew how to take pleasure slowly, how to squeeze the most out of a woman's body.
Veronica was less patient. She was already becoming wild. She moaned deeply.
"Eat my pussy," she said. "Eat my pussy like you eat my tits."
He drew his mouth away and smiled. Placing Ms hands on her hips, he easily lifted her off the floor and set her down on top of the clothes dryer. The cheeks of her ass shivered upon contact with the cold metal, but that, too, added to her pleasure and she made no protest. She was in the hands of a very capable man. She had not even seen his cock yet, but she had already become aware he could do anything he wanted with her.
He got onto his knees before the clothes dryer and separated her legs with his strong hands. He lowered his head and she felt the strong tongue run around the lips of her cunt. Again and again, his tongue traced her vulva until Veronica cried out and, grabbing onto the back of his head, forced the probing tongue to sink into her tunnel. Responding to her demands, the tongue flickered in and out quickly. He had a strong tongue, strong and powerful. It pushed against her hardened clit. Veronica gasped with pleasure. She looked down at him. His face was buried-in her pussy, the blond hair of his mustache enmeshed with the black pubic hair which had become matted with his saliva and sweat from his forehead.
He drew away and smiled at her constricting cunt "Now I'll fuck you," he said.
He stepped back and began to undress. He knew how to please a woman, how to work a woman up to such a fever pitch that he could do anything to her. Most men were too foolish or too vain to realize that a fully aroused woman gave more pleasure to a man. This man, however, knew how to bring a woman to the brink of ecstasy, how to tantalize her until she completely abandoned herself to sensation.
He was going to undress before her, slowly reveal to her the body which would soon be entwined with her own. He quickly undid his shirt and, pulling it free of his trousers, tossed it onto the floor. Then he removed his work boots and socks. He acted as if he were unaware of her presence, but Veronica sensed that he was acutely aware of her panting on top of the clothes dryer. His vanity did not offend her. It was not conceit which motivated him, but a confidence that the sight of his body could sustain and enhance the excitement which his tongue had begun.
He unbuckled the utility belt and the bulge in his pants, given slightly more room, surged forward to fill up the space. He ran his hand slowly over the bulge and looked up at her. "That's all going to be yours, little lady. Every hot, throbbing inch."
His performance was certainly having the intended result. Veronica's mouth was half-opened and she felt her heart thudding against her chest. She squirmed and realized that the metal of the clothes dryer was becoming damp beneath the hot flesh of her ass. She was wild to see the instrument of her pleasure.
"Oh, I want it so bad," she whispered. "So fucking bad."
"You'll get it," he said. "Dick is going to really lay it on you."
He unzipped his fly and let his pants fall down about his ankles. His swollen cock struggled against the cotton jockey shorts so they stood out from his body. There was a spreading stain where the lubricant had already begun to seep in expectation. Then he came forward, moving his muscular bronze body with an easy masculine grace.
"The rest is for you."
Veronica was now raging with lust for his code. She got onto her knees quickly and pulled the jockey shorts out and down so his huge cock swung free and stuck her across the face. It was thick, about eight inches long, with a throbbing purplish head. She looked at the large head, knew that at the moment of climax it would expand even more against the walls of her cunt, and she groaned with pleasure. Her tongue flickered forward to catch the sticky drop of lubricant which hung from the slit of his cock in a transparent thread. She felt him shiver beneath the touch of her tongue. He had been good to her and now it was time to bring him pleasure.
She began to run her rough tongue up and down the underside of his shaft When she reached the base of his cock she kept on going, licking his heavy balls with her hot tongue and catching the soft blond down in her teeth, causing him to groan. Then she ran her tongue back up along the underside of the twitching prick.
Veronica rocked back onto her haunches and considered her task. He was hung like the best of them, but he had the thickest piece of meat she had ever seen. She was determined, however, to experience the pleasure of swallowing the heavy piece of meat to the base. She wanted more than anything to feel that huge head expand and contract within her throat She wished she could eat him and get fucked by him at the same tune. She took the head of his cock into her mouth and felt her lips stretch painfully as they passed over the rim of the head. For a moment she hesitated. Even now, with just the head of his prick in her mouth, she had never had such a mouthful of cock. She was, however, determined. She pushed forward, gasping for breath as she went. Not even half his cock was in before it lodged against the back of her mouth. First drawing back slightly, Veronica tilted her head back to open the passage of her throat and slid forward again. The cock slid in slowly, inch after inch. Her eyes closed with the pleasure. The cock slid over her tongue and moved into her throat. Then she felt his balls come to rest against her uplifted chin, and she knew that somehow she had managed to accommodate the thick shaft of passion.
"Nobody's ever done that before," he groaned. "Not even a fairy."
Veronica's lips began to ache from being stretched, and her jaw bones felt as if they were going to collapse from the strain and pressure. She felt a slight wave of warm nausea stir in the pit of her stomach. It was too much to accommodate for long. She withdrew, and her head fell forward. She breathed deeply, gasping for air.
"Again," she heard him whisper. "Do it sweetheart. Suck me."
"No," Veronica answered. She looked at him and was astounded that the thick throbbing tool had only a moment earlier been in her throat. "Let's put it where it belongs," she said.
He laughed and pulled her onto her feet. The cock jerked against the soft flesh of her stomach, slippery with her own saliva. She was squirming, thrusting her aching cunt against the swollen dick.
"I want you to fuck me with that thing now," she said hoarsely.
"That little pussy of yours can't wait?" he said.
"Not another second." She wrapped as much of her hand as possible around his cock. She felt it pulsate slightly within her grip. She turned around, still hanging onto the cock, to lead him into the bedroom.
"Wait," he whispered, his breath thickened with lust "You're like a bitch in heat. We'll do it dog-style."
He turned her around quickly and she fell across the top of the clothes dryer. Goose bumps rose on her tits as they came into contact with the metal which was cold again and still wet with the perspiration from her ass. He quickly spread her legs apart and, positioning his cock for entry, he put both hands onto her hips and slammed it to the hilt with one swift stroke. Veronica lunged forward with the sudden thrust and accidentally hit the "on" switch. She gasped with pleasure as the thick cock stretched the walls of her vagina as they had never been stretched before.
"It's the best way to take a cock like mine," he groaned. "Fast and sudden."
She contracted the walls of her enflamed passage around his prick, "Fuck me," she demanded. "Fuck me until I pass out."
"You asked for it," he said and, withdrawing the prick until the head nearly fell free of her stretched vulva, he slammed into her again, gasping and shuddering with pleasure.
Veronica suddenly realized the clothes dryer had begun to work. She felt the rush of hot air cover her tits, and she pressed into the hot metal with the pleasure of a new sensation. When the machine began to vibrate rapidly, she shivered with ecstasy.
Dick, aware of the new turn of events, drove his cock into her cunt to the hilt and remained pressed up against her vibrating ass. They remained glued together, thrilling to the rapid vibrations of the hot machine. Veronica gnashed her teeth and backed the cheeks of her ass into his stomach as much as she could. He, in turn, pressed forward so that she was completely flattened against the machine, the hot metal digging into her stomach. She reached behind and took his balls into her right hand. They, too, were vibrating from the action of the machine. She frantically worked the muscles of her quivering tunnel to squeeze his vibrating cock. She had never experienced such pleasure.
Dick was bringing her to the heights of pleasure, and she was about to give herself completely up to the moment when she heard Dick gruffly say, "Hey, what the hell is this?"
She turned her head quickly and saw Tom standing in the doorway. He was leaning against the door jam, his arms folded upon his chest, grinning at Veronica and Dick as they continued to vibrate on the machine.
"What the fuck do you want?" she demanded.
Tom glanced down at his crotch. Fully erected, his nine-inch cock was held firmly against his leg by the tight material of his pants.
"I want what I didn't get to finish this morning," he said. Then he looked at Dick and smiled. "Okay with you?" he asked.
Dick stepped back. His cock emerged from Veronica's cunt with a sucking sound. Veronica moaned, "Don't stop."
"It's okay with me," Dick said. "She's hot enough to handle anything. Aren't you, babe?"
"Jesus," she panted. "Knock off the chatter and get with it."
Dick chuckled and lay on his back on the kitchen floor. He looked up at Tom who had quickly removed his clothing and was approaching them. "How about sandwich style?" he asked Tom.
"Great," Tom answered. "Perfect." He spit into the palm of his hand and greased his cock.
"What the fuck is sandwich style?" Veronica asked.
"You'll find out," Dick said. "Just start by sitting on my cock."
Veronica was too obsessed with her passion to question. She quickly straddled Dick's waist and prepared to lower herself onto his prick, which had begun to frantically twitch up and down. Dick reached up and spread the juicy lips of her cunt with one hand. With the other hand he grabbed his dick about its thick base and positioned it directly below her hot opening, "Now, babe," he said.
Veronica lowered herself slowly onto his hot tool, savoring every moment of the penetration. She felt the hot flesh of her tunnel stretch to receive the thick tool and then she came to rest onto his crotch, completely impaled on the massive prick. The thick head of the cock flexed, and she felt the already straining walls of her tunnel stretch with the sensation. Dick moaned and, holding onto the cheeks of her ass, he began to pump in and out of her cunt with a slow, dreamy beat. Veronica abandoned herself to the sensation of being probed so deeply.
She had almost forgotten Tom's presence when she felt another pair of hands on her ass. She looked over her shoulder and saw that Tom was on his knees behind them between Dick's spread legs. He was moving his hand up and down the crack between the cheeks of her ass, lingering longer and longer each time he reached the sensitive opening of her' rectum. Then he withdrew his hand and put the forefinger in his mouth. When the forefinger was wet enough he took it from his mouth and, spreading the cheeks of her ass with the other hand, he deliberately forced the forefinger up her ass-hole. Veronica shivered with a slight spasm of pain she turned away and leaned forward with pleasure. Dick continued to fuck her slowly while Tom began to work his finger in and out of her ass-hole. She leaned forward even further and her tits swung over Dick's face. He raised his head to suck hungrily at the swollen nipples. She pulled back, withdrawing the tits from the reach of his mouth, and began to sway back and forth. Then she came forward again and groaned with the thrill as he took the nipple of her right tit between his teeth.
"Faster," she moaned to Dick. "Start fucking me faster."
Dick immediately began pumping at a quickened pace, catching his breath in large gulps as he struggled beneath her weight.
Veronica was suddenly aware that Tom had stopped fingerfucking her ass-hole. She had just begun to wonder why he had stopped the pleasurable probing when she suddenly felt the full force, not of his finger, but of his nine-inch cock as it ripped up the tight passage of her anal passage. She cried out with the pain and immediately broke into a cold sweat. Her senses reeled.
The men hesitated only a moment Then both their bodies stiffened with increased pleasure and they began to moan. Her own pain subsided, and she was aware of new and unimagined pleasure. She knew they could probably feel the pressure of each other's cocks through the thin membrane separating her expanded passages. She felt the two throbbing cocks thrusting deep into her body, and she contracted the muscles of first one and then the other molten passage. Both men responded and they began to pump into her with alternating thrusts. Every time Dick withdrew, Tom would thrust up into her ass. Then when Tom withdrew, Dick would drive up again into her hot cunt. She moaned and rocked with ecstasy, especially at the moment when, as one was withdrawing and the other was plunging forward, the two cocks were side-by-side with only the thin tissue between them. She furiously massaged her own tits as she rocked to the thrusts of the two groaning men.
Then Dick and Tom began to slam into her at the same tune, and Veronica experienced even more sensation. She thought she might faint from weakness and from the thrill. She could feel the two cocks ramming up her body simultaneously, rubbing together through the slippery and straining membrane. She gave herself so completely to the sensation of the moment that she had a slight fear she might lose control and defecate all over Tom's priming tool. Then she forgot everything and was completely swept up in her lust. Nothing in the world existed but the hot, painful pleasure of two men crashing into her body at the same time.
Her spasms began suddenly, surging throughout her entire body like a flash flood so that she jerked helplessly and frantically, writhing and crying out like a woman possessed with an ecstatic madness. Tears of pleasure sprang to her eyes and a sudden cry, begun somewhere in the depths of her being where the two men labored together, tore through her constricted throat Then she fell forward onto Dick's sweating chest just as a loud cry burst from him. His body rose slightly as if jerked forward by an outside force. Then he gasped and tossed his head back and forth just as Tom rammed into her with a sudden violence.
The three of them lay gasping and panting on the floor of the kitchen for some time. Eventually Veronica became conscious again of the external world, aware of other things besides the raw tingling pain in her cunt and rectum. Her face had fallen onto Dick's heaving chest, and she was pleasantly aware of the odor of fresh sweat coming from his arm pits. The entire kitchen smelled of sweat and the heavy odor of unbridled sex. She became aware, too, that Tom had fallen in exhaustion on top of her. She stirred and began to struggle beneath the man's weight.
Her effort to free herself also brought Tom back to consciousness.
"Jesus, what a fuck," he gasped.
His ebbing cock withdrew itself from her ass-hole. There was a stab of pain as the head withdrew through the sensitive opening. Then Tom leaned back on his knees, thus freeing her of his weight She heard him chuckle as she lifted herself painfully from Dick's body.
She turned around. Tom was standing up now, stroking his flaccid cock which was faintly tinged brown.
He laughed and said, "Looks like I finally got to fuck the shit out of you."
As exhausted as she was, Veronica could not help smiling. "No hard feelings, huh? Even Steven?"
"Right. It had to happen. Can I take a shower."
"Sure," she replied and waved her arm in the general direction of the bathroom.
Tom turned and walked out of the kitchen, whistling with pride and satisfaction.
She looked down at Dick. He was still sprawled on his back. His prick, thick even in its soft state, lay across the blond pubic hair soaked with sweat, saliva and juices from their sex. His stomach was Sat with swirls of blond hair thinning out near the deeply recessed navel. He was still breathing heavily from the strain of sex and of supporting the combined weight of Veronica and Tom.
He gulped and said, "You are one hell of a fuck, lady."
"Want to do it again?" she laughed. She suddenly felt very dizzy and staggered from a stab of pain which shot through her rectum. She leaned against the clothes dryer and took a deep breath. Feeling she had sufficiently gained control of herself, she turned away and walked toward the door.
She turned around to look at him again. Actually she did not look at him but at his dick. The thickness of it was incredible. The bastard is as thick as a can of shaving cream. Economy size.
"By the way," she said, "the pilot light really is out."
Then she walked out of the kitchen.