Chapter 7
Stella was determined to have the excitement of his young cock stabbing up her asshole. She wasn't sure that he had ever thought of such a thing. And she didn't know how to approach the subject.
"There are many ways to make it, aren't there?" Stella grinned knowingly. "Yes," he agreed.
"You can take it up the front door or the back door," Stella giggled.
"I like the back door," he said. "How about letting me fuck your asshole? " "Bet you never had that before?" Stella smiled softly.
"Never," he lied.
Stella had her own ideas about how it should be done. She went to her big purse and pulled out a tube of KY Jelly.
"I always carry some of this," she said, "it helps when you do a lot of things like I do."
"Don't hit it too hard, honey," she said, "it has to look nice for other men."
"You shouldn't tell me about other men," he said disgustedly. "That might turn me off."
"I'm just a sex gypsy," she giggled. "I like to sleep around if you know what I mean."
"I know what you mean," he said, "your pussy is a play thing. You love to experience different men slipping their cocks into you. I'll bet you could tell plenty about fucking."
"If I ever opened my mouth I could," she laughed.
"How about telling me some of your adventures, Stella."
As Stella began massaging the KY Jelly into his cock she revealed some of her secrets.
"Oh, I go out with men who like bondage," she began. "Some of them like to tie me up and whip me. Then they fuck and suck on me. I'm not too crazy about that bondage though. Sometimes those ropes they use hurt. They pinch."
"I don't think that would be much fun," young Dave told her frankly.
"It is for them," she said.
"Any other weirdo experiences?" he asked Stella. "Now remember all of this happened before I met your father," she said, "I've been loyal to him ever since."
"I realize," he assured her, "these aren't things you're doing now. It's your purple past we're talking about."
"Precisely," she said, "just wanted to clear the air."
"There was a crazy guy," she continued, "that used to call me his sex Sunday."
"Sex Sunday?" he asked. "What is that?"
"He used to pour whipped cream on my pussy," she- said, "and dribble chocolate over my tits. And one time he even stuck a banana in my pussy. That's when I was a banana split. Get it? Banana split?"
"I'll bet he got a good time eating your pussy that way," he smiled at her.
"You know it," she assured him.
There wasn't the least doubt in his mind about Stella's experienced background. He envied her having so many sexual adventures. And he wished he could lick all sorts of delicacies from her body.
"Now, baby," she said, "use a little of this KY in Stella's asshole."
Stella bent over on the bed. With her ass cheeks upraised she handed him the KY Jelly.
"All you've got to do, darling," she said, "is apply some of this to your finger. And then slip your finger up my asshole. We could really have a good time."
Sliding his finger up her asshole he could hardly wait to let his cock go up there, too.
"Oh, that feels so good," she said, "but I'll be happier when you slip that big prick up there. That's what I really want."
"Sure, Stella, baby," he said, as he gripped her ass cheeks and slipped his cock between them. * "Hang in there," he said, "you're gonna get a screwing you'll never forget."
His huge cock plunged up her behind. She was so stimulated now she was trembling.
"Fuck off, baby," he exclaimed. "That's what I want you to do. Twist your tail."
Stella wiggled her ass as the young boy stabbed into her. She loved the feel of his balls bouncing against her buttocks. She thrilled to the enthusiasm that he displayed for the fuck. It was obvious to her that he was horny and in need of such sexual excitation.
"Fuck me, baby," she begged in a hoarse whisper, "fuck me. Give it to my ass. Give it to me good."
The hot cream surged up her asshole. He was so excited now he was shaking.
"You're beautiful," he said, "and when I'm sliding in and out of your ass you drive me out of my mind. Oh, baby, fuck me. Give it to me."
The really erotic pleasure that he was experiencing now increased. For he was ramming with savage force. And Stella loved it. Pushing back to meet his advancing cock stabs she asked him, "Shove it all in. Give me every inch of that big cock of yours. That's it. I want to feel it, fucker. Give it to me."
He rammed it into her and gripped her cheeks, and squeezed them.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "fuck. Fuck. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. That's what I want."
The hot steady stream of cream shot into Stella's ass. She was delighted that she had received him. When he slowly eased his cock out of her asshole she lay down on the bed and started laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" he asked, not understanding what tickled her funny bone.
"At you and me," she said, "how we met and everything. Your father has told me so much about you, Davey. He's worried about you not getting enough sex. But I'll keep your secret."
"What secret?" he asked.
"You've been around, baby doll," she said. "You've had lots of sex."
"How can you tell?" he asked.
"That's easy," she said. "I've had enough experience with young men who have never fucked. I can tell when it's the first time. You've had plenty of action. Even your response to my cock sucking job clued me in."
"Don't you tell him anything," Dave said, "what my old man doesn't know doesn't hurt him."
Stella burst out laughing again.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"That's exactly what I say," she said. "I'll be honest. I date on the side. Of course, I don't tell him. He would worry. He's a dear and I love him. But I require more sex. You see, Dave, I'm a nympho."
"A nympho?" he asked, not quite sure he understood the full meaning of that.
"A nympho," she smiled, "is a woman who is blessed. She loves getting screwed so much she can't get enough of it. It's a wonderful thing to enjoy fucking as much as I do. I only wish that the frigid women around the world could trade places with me for one night."
"That's generous of you," he laughed, "you are a remarkable woman. I'm glad dad intro--duced me to you."
"Makes me feel sort of sad sometimes to think of your mom," Stella admitted. "I don't suppose he gives her much action."
"Mom doesn't need it," Dave insisted. "She's always busy with her bridge clubs and whatever."
"A lot of women are that way," Stella agreed. "They don't require much sex. Good for them."
"I need lots of it," he said enthusiastically. "And I'm not ashamed of it. I respect my peter."
"I respect your cock, too, baby," she said. "That's why I sucked it for you."
"Would you lick my balls?" the boy asked.
"Certainly," Stella said. "I have always been considered good at ball sucking."
She crouched over his crotch and let her tongue slip all over his weighty testicles. He 'lay back and put his hands behind his head and enjoyed himself as she took care of him there. She was pulling on his penis now as she sucked on his balls.
"I like that," he told her, "I'm gonna get sticky quick."
Stella was only too happy to help. She wanted to give him an opportunity to spurt his sperm in her face again. She had become very fond of Dave's cum.
"Oh, keep licking them," he said, "nobody ever did it for me like you, Stella. That is the truth. I mean, that's the truth, Stella. Lick my nuts."
With all of the praise that he was heaping on her, Stella was happy to accommodate him with more ball sucking. At the same time her hand was pumping rhythmically up and down on his shaft.
"Oh, Stella," he exclaimed, "I love what you're doing to me. You're really turning me on."
Stella's hot tongue continued lashing all around him there until he was shaking.
"Keep it up," he insisted, "oh, don't stop for anything."
However, when Stella saw some juice trickling down her hand from his cock head she realized that she had to take care of him.
"Suck me," he finally panted, "suck me, Stella baby. Oh, yes, you cock sucker. Go down on my dick. Eat my prick."
Stella was happy to help him out. She really loved Dave. She enjoyed the way he pressed his thighs against her cheeks as she sueked his cock in. Inch by inch she accepted him.
"Eat me," he panted, "oh, Stella, baby, eat my prick. That's what I need. Suck my big cock."
She was focusing her mouth action on the head of his shaft. She figured she could stimulate him most there if she let her tongue sweep over the velvety crown of his cock.
"That's what I like," he told her, "you really know how to do me. Keep it up. Oh, yes. That's what I want, Stella baby."
He as getting more and more excited every second. Stella went right on sucking. She was determined to give him what he required.
"Eat my dick meat," he told her, "eat it, baby. Oh, yes."
Stella figured she would give him something different with her finger.
She slid her finger to his tight anal channel. Then ever so easily she went up him. He wiggled on her finger. It felt good to his ass as she fucked him there.
"Suck my cock off," he begged her. "Suck it, baby. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, eat my juicy prick."
It didn't take long now. For Stella's sliding finger was massaging the young boy's prostate. He couldn't stand it any longer. He cut loose with a gob of sperm. The hot cream shot down her throat. Regretfully Stella pulled back, sorry she couldn't have savored the taste of it in her mouth.
It wouldn't be much longer now and she knew it. She was sucking for all she was worth. Her head was bobbing up and down as she went from the top of his penis to the base of it. At the same time her eyes were open so she could see his balls jiggling and thrill to the crack in his ass where she was fingering him.
"I'm juicing, baby," he gasped, "you're getting more cream out of my cock."
To her delight and surprise Dave was again spurting sperm. Stella quickly, greedily sucked him.
"Beautiful, baby," he exclaimed, "oh, what a cock sucker."
Stella completed the job for him. Then moving her mouth off his shaft she licked her lips.
"That ought to take care of you for a while," she said, a smile creeping about her lips.
"You know it," he assured her.
Stella straddled him for a long moment. She brushed her bosoms lightly over his chest and then she pressed her lips on his mouth. After all of this cock sucking he didn't know whether he should be kissing her now or not. Just then his father barged in. "Dad," Dave complained, "you should give us some privacy."
"It's all right," Stella said, "Davey and I had a wonderful time, didn't we?" "You know it," he agreed. His father told him to get dressed. When he had finished dressing he thanked Stella and waited for his father outside. A moment or two later his father returned.
"She says you were good at it, Dave," his father smiled proudly. "I'm happy to hear that. I've always prided myself in my pecker. And it's good to know my son has a good set of nuts on him, too."
"I only have you to thank, dad," he said a a wry smile formed on his face.
"That's true," his father replied, "a chip off the old block."
As they drove home that evening neither Dave nor his father said much. Finally as they approached their house his father felt it was time to make sure Dave kept his mouth shut.
"Say nothing of this to your sister or your mother," he insisted. "Neither of them could understand. Men are different. They require sex in a completely different way than women."
"Are all women different like that?" Dave asked sincerely.
"Unfortunately, yes," his father said. "It's a pity. But it's the nature of the beast."
"You mean you wish all women were nym-phos like Stella?" he asked.
"Stella is no nympho," his father replied abruptly.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, "I thought you knew she was a nympho."
"I know nothing of the sort," his father said. "Stella tells me that I completely satisfy her. It's only a very unusual and rare event that I would bring my own son to have sex with her. For I consider her pussy a sacred trust."
"That's nice, ada," he smiled, "but tell me am I really the only one you share Stella's twatwith?"
"I wish you wouldn't refer to her lovely pussy as a twat," his father demanded. "I don't think pussy is so bad. It sounds kind of cute. But twat doesn't sound good at all. It's kind of crude."
"All right, dad," he said, "but did you ever share Stella with anyone else?"
"I thought you'd come back to that," his father said with a shrug. "Yes, I have. There was a salesman who was visiting and I didn't know where to take him. We tried to find him a hustler, but that night they were all booked up. You have to book them in advance."
"So you let him fuck Stella?" his son chuckled.
"That's true," he admited, "that's exactly what I did. I didn't see anything wrong with it. But I don't make it a practice."
"Did the guy pay extra for her pussy?" Dave asked.
"Why do you have to know so much?" his father demanded. "You want to know everything."
"Did he pay for her pussy?" his son'repeated the question.
"Yes," his father replied. "Stella can't pass her ass around for nothing. Free ass isn't available anywhere on earth."
"And I suppose you found that out first-hand, dad," Dave chuckled.
When they were home, Dave immediately went to his room. His sister came in and began riddling about where he had been.
"I called the bowling alley," she said, "and daddy and you weren't there. Where were you?"
"None of your stinkin' business," he replied.
"That's nice," she said, "here you are about to launch me on a career as a film star. I am willing to let you be my manager. And you won't even tell me where you've been. That's not fair."
"Damn it, I'm sorry," he told her, "I really am. But I can't tell you."
It was obvious to his sister, Sue, that he was keeping a secret.
"All right," she said, "I won't tell you what Rocky and I have been doing."
"That's business," he insisted, "I've got to know what Rocky and you are up to."
"Well," she said, "I have made a startling discovery."
"Tell me," he said, "I want to know."
"As soon as you tell me what you were doing, or maybe I should say whom you were doing tonight."
Sue looked at him anxiously. He could tell she wasn't going to leave him alone until he revealed what he had done.
"Dad set me up with a hooker in a motel," he admitted candidly.
"That's nice," she said, "real nice. Your own father introducing you to sex. He ought to be ashamed of himself."
"Unfortunately, he's not," Dave shrugged, "and I'm not ushamed either. She was a good tight piece of ass."
"Better than me?"
Her words shook him to the core. For David realized for the first time his sister was totally turned on with him and didn't want him to have sex with anybody else.
"Really, baby," she said, "I think you are stinking. I've tried to give you all the good times you could ask for. And this is gratitude!"
"You always look at things in the worst way," he told her, "and that's what burns me up about you. I wish sometime, you would be a little more human."
"I think so much of you, Dave," Sue exclaimed, "it's hard for me to think of you in any way but my lover. The only one I've ever shared myself with is Rocky. You two mean the world to me."
Dave looked in the corner at the big dog who was looking at him.
"Tell me, Sue," he asked, "who means the most to you? That big dog's cock or my big prick? I'm sure that's what you're interested in."
"All right," she said, "I won't tell you what Rocky and I did. You've been awful."
Sue turned around and was about to walk away, but he grabbed her.
"You'd better tell me," he said, "I told you what I did. Now you tell me."
"If you must know," she said proudly, "I taught Rocky how to give me an ass fuck."