0 comments/ 197907 views/ 36 favorites Stefannie's Adventure By: mctoke Stefannie walked into the house, perhaps a bit unsteadily. She usually didn't drink in the afternoon, but she had been so mad at her husband that morning she could not help it. They had only been married for about two months now, and he had spent all their savings on a boat; there was less than thirty dollars in the bank account until he got paid next, and that was almost two weeks away! She sighed as she stepped into the air-conditioned air of her home, and was thankful that at least all their bills were paid. Stefannie was a beautiful woman, twenty-one years old, with short dark hair that framed her face, setting off her high cheekbones and almond shaped eyes. She had the sexiest lips most men had ever seen, but like most things she was unaware of the effect she had on men. Her body was just as perfect as her face; her slim neck trailed down to perfectly formed shoulders and collarbones, and her breasts, surprisingly large for such a petite woman, swelled voluptuously from her fine boned chest. They were nearly the size of coconuts, and both their size and the fact that they were extremely sensitive had always embarrassed her. Her nipples were round stubs that would poke embarrassingly from the firm globes with just the faintest pressure from fabric or fingers. Her narrow waist and slightly curved tummy flowed smoothly down to wide, luscious hips, and that led to long, smooth thighs and one of the best-shaped asses on any woman. Despite all this, she had been a virgin when she and Bill had married; only two men had ever felt her magnificent body up. She was dressed that day in a sexy swimsuit, the top of it almost like a halter, the bottoms showing off her ass to a tee. It was Bill's favorite suit, as the hips of the panties were fastened with small hooks. The little halter-top also left a great deal of cleavage on display. She always felt like some kind of slut when she wore it, but she had donned it without thinking that day. She heard the lawnmower from the front lawn cut off suddenly, and knew that the yardmen must have finished. A fist gripped her tummy, and she nervously donned a short, silk robe as there was a knock at the door. She opened the door, and smiled up at the huge black man standing there; "Hi, Paul," she said in a soft voice. "Come on in and I'll write you a check." "Sure, Mrs. Peters," he said, and she could not help blushing and pulling the robe tighter as his eyes went hungrily to her exposed tit slopes. "How much is it?" she asked over her shoulder as she led him to the kitchen. "That'll be a hundred and eighty dollars, Ma'am," he said. Stefannie stopped, and turned around in shock, not even noticing that he had been staring at her ass. There was only thirty dollars in the account! Then she noticed that the other men had come in the house also; they were both white guys, and looked like brothers. They were shorter than Paul, and did not have his massive build, but she could tell they had muscular bodies beneath the tight t-shirts and shorts. Where Paul was rough looking, they were sleekly handsome, and about her own age. They were also staring at her body hungrily. Stefannie swallowed nervously, turned around and wrote the check. She could almost feel the men's eyes on her, and closed the robe again before she turned back around. Paul had an amused look on his blunt features, and smiled when she held the check out. "Um, it's more than I thought it was going to be," Stefannie said as he reached for the check. "If you could just hold this until the Monday after next . . .?" Stefannie's voice trailed off at the sudden angry look in Paul's eyes. "No, I don't think so, Mrs. Peters," he said, his voice softer but somehow more threatening. "I told you husband how much it would be, and he agreed to it! I charge all my customers a month in advance. Surely with this big house, in this nice rich white neighborhood, you can afford to pay me!" Stefannie swallowed nervously. How could her husband do this to her? "But, Paul, I don't have the money! I won't have any until Bill gets paid!" Paul snatched the check from her hand, moving so fast it took her breath away, then crumpled it and threw it on the floor. His almost black eyes burned into her green ones, and then his eyes dropped downwards. Stefannie looked down, realized the robe had fallen open a bit, and that her chest was exposed to his gaze. The other two workers grinned at each other, but she did not notice that. She shifted, and once again pulled the robe closed. He looked back up at her and smiled: "I think we can work something out, Mrs. Peters," he said finally, smiling at her now. She did not like the look of that smile, but relief flooded through her. She had been about to think he was going to suggest . . . "Give each of us three kisses, and we'll call it even, OK?" Stefannie's mouth dropped open, shocked. Three kisses? Each? "No, that's not OK," she tried to protest. "I'm a married woman! There's no way I'm going to do that!" "OK, I'll just call my lawyer then. The embarrassment should be worth more than the money." His hard eyes bored into hers, and the young wife felt a fist slowly settle around her heart. She did not think it would look good to her husband's company if he were sued for nonpayment, since his job was financial. What Paul said next reaffirmed her fears. "It's true, they'll yank your husbands license, but that's just the way it goes, right, guys?" "Yeah, tough shit," said one of the blonde boys, and gave her an insolent smile. Stefannie's head was spinning, and she found herself wishing she had not drunk that third martini. "Just regular kisses, right? Nothing else?" "Naw, nothing else, lady. I'm not a monster," Paul said. Something in the young woman screamed at her not to trust this man, and a sharp glint in his eyes made her heart tumble nervously, but she finally nodded. "Good. You can start with me." She nodded again, and stepped forward. He bent forward, and she had to raise herself on her toes. She planted a light kiss on his thick, sensuous lips, and then pulled away, and breathed a sigh of relief that he had not tried anything. She did the same to the first blonde whose name was Mark. She felt his hands holding her curvy hips lightly while she kissed him, but he did not try anything either, and she thought to herself that this would not be so bad after all. Mark's brother was named Steve. He bent into her, and before she knew it his hands had slipped around her and were on her back. She planted the same light, sisterly kiss that she had given the first two, but when she tried to pull back he pulled her tighter to him, and she felt his tongue against her full, pouting lips. Stefannie was so surprised her mouth sagged open before she could stop it, and then his tongue was in her mouth, probing and darting at her own small tongue and teeth. She drew in a deep breath, and finally managed to break away from him. She backed away and looked at him, her face flushed. He had pulled her close enough so that her large, firm breasts had been mashed against his muscular chest, and she knew without looking that her plump nipples were hardening, were visible even through the thin robe and bikini top. "Um, I need to get a drink, guys," she said breathlessly. Paul nodded, and went and sat down on the couch. Stefannie nodded, and went into the kitchen, poured herself another martini from the pitcher. She would have to be more careful with Steve the next time. "Just six more kisses," she said to herself, taking a long sip from the drink as she walked back into the living room; one hand holding the drink, the other clutching the neck to her robe closed. Paul patted the couch beside him, and Stefannie had no choice but to sit down beside the huge black man. "I want the same kind of kiss you gave my boy over there," he said, and pushed the martini glass to her lips. "I'm the boss. I'll be damned if he gets some tongue and I'm left out." Stefannie sipped the last of the drink in shock. She wanted to protest, but as soon as she lowered the glass, Paul was bending down, and then his thick lips were against hers. She felt his thick tongue probing at her lips, and moaned to herself as she let her jaws sag open. She really didn't have a choice. She felt one arm go around her shoulder, felt the other on her hip as his tongue speared into her defenseless, panting mouth. She had to lean her head back and open her jaws slightly more as he began fucking his tongue in and out of her mouth. "Mmmm," she moaned softly; she had to admit to herself that he was a good kisser. The alcohol swirled in her veins, and she began battling his tongue with her own without thinking. She was still holding her robe closed with her left hand, still clutching the glass with her right, so when his hand suddenly slid smoothly from her hip to her ribcage, she had no chance to push it away. Before Stefannie knew what was happening, his large hand was cupping her right breast through the robe and bikini top. Se tried to twist her mouth away from his, but he was suddenly holding the back of her neck tightly. His other hand squeezed her large breast softly, then a bit harder. "Mnnnnn, nnnn!" Stefannie moaned, and finally managed to break away from him. She swallowed, and sat up on the edge of the couch, breathing heavily. She could still feel his hand on her breast, seeming to burn her tender flesh, and her nipple was harder than ever. "I . . . I didn't say you could do that!" she said softly, but he just laughed. "It's your turn, mark!" Mark smiled down at her, and drew her to her feet. She looked around the room uncertainly as Mark pulled her into his arms. He pressed her lush body tightly against his muscular one, and then bent and pressed his lips to hers. Stefannie was determined to keep her mouth shut this time, but when she felt Paul's hand on the back of her knee, she gasped in surprise, and then Mark's tongue was in her mouth. He was the best kisser, Stefannie decided after a few moments. She knew she should not, but she tilted her head slightly, and began sucking at his darting tongue. His hands slid from her waist to her round, firm ass, and he squeezed the twin moons roughly, making a small whimper form in her throat. She felt Paul's hand squeezing the back of her thigh, and that was an even bigger turn on. She didn't come to her senses until she started pushing her own tongue into his mouth, and then she somehow broke away from him, wiped her lips in a daze. He gave her ass one last squeeze, and then led her towards his brother. 'Lets get rid of this, shall we?" Mark said, and reached out and undid the sash of the small robe. Stefannie blinked, but before she could say anything, Mark and Steve were peeling the thin garment down her slim arms, leaving her naked but for the bikini. She didn't know what to do with her arms; she didn't know what to say. Her nipples hurt they were so hard, and she looked around the room in a daze. The she looked down at Steve's shorts, and bit back a gasp as she saw the outline of his hard cock through the loose shorts. 'Um, Guys, I . . .. I really think this has gone far enough." "Three kisses, Stefannie," Paul said from the couch. She looked over at him, and he was grinning, and rubbing his own hard on. She whimpered as she saw the size of the tool trapped in his shorts. She felt Mark's hand on her ass again, squeezing and rolling the soft flesh, and heard him say in a soft voice: "Jesus, you really have a nice ass, Steffy!" "Please, Mark, you shouldn't be touching me like that!" Stefannie said, and somehow managed to push his hand away from her. "Come here, I want something different this time," Steve said, pulling her away from his brother. Stefannie swallowed, and looked at him quizzically as he turned her around so that her back was to him. Then he was pulling her back against him, till her soft, curvy ass was nestled against his crotch. She blushed a bright red as she felt his stiff cock slot in between her asscheeks through the bikini, and she covered her nearly naked breasts with her arms. He pulled her back against him tighter as he ground his raging cock into her soft dream ass, then raised one hand, and turned her head so she was looking at him over her shoulder. He turned her just a bit more, and then his hungry mouth was pressing against hers. Stefannie could not stop her body from trembling as she opened her mouth to his kiss. His cock, stiff as a piece of wood, felt huge pushing up against her ass, and the way he was rubbing it against her had her gasping for breath, had her cunt itching softly. She knew she was getting wet, but she almost didn't care. These men would be gone soon enough, and then she would masturbate herself. She barely felt him pushing her arms out of the way; then he was cupping both of her heaving tits in his hands, squeezing the firm melons roughly. "Mmmmmmm, nnnn," she tried to protest as he mauled her breasts. Her arms dropped to her sides, and she turned her head a bit more so he could thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth. With something like panic, she felt his skilled hands leave her breasts for a moment, and she broke her mouth away from his, looked down at his hands as he calmly began untying the bikini top. She could still feel his raging cock against her ass, but she asked stupidly: "What do you think you're doing?" "We want to see those knockers, bitch," Mark answered, standing right in front of her. Then the small halter-top was undone, and Steve was peeling it aside. All the men looked at her perfect breasts; they sat proudly on her chest, with just a hint of sag to them, the nipples sitting like swollen cherries atop the perfect, heaving mounds. "Ohnnn, my god, what are you doing?!?" she gasped as Mark reached out and began squeezing and mauling handfuls of her creamy, silky soft flesh. "Please, Paul, make them stop!" she begged, looking over at the black man. What she saw there almost made her forget Mark was paying with her naked titties. Paul had skinned his shorts down, and was smiling at her, and holding his cock in one hand, jacking it slowly. It was huge, with a straight black shaft wreathed with veins, larger around than he wrist. The dark head was almost plum sized. "Unn, noo, ummnnn," Stefannie gasped as mark began pinching and twisting her nipples. Sparks shot from her heaving, swollen titmounds to her juicing pussy, and she could not help grinding her plush ass back against Steve's jerking cock. "I don't think they want to stop," Paul said insolently, grinning at her. "P . . . please, you said you'd just kiss me," she wailed softly. She hated the fact that she was not fighting harder - she should be kicking, screaming for help, but she knew none of her neighbors would hear her. "OK, guys, let her go." Mark gave her tits one last squeeze, and then he was leading her over to the couch. He pushed, and she plopped into the couch next to Paul. She looked for a long moment at his giant cock - it had to be thirteen inches - and then forced herself to look away. He let go of his cock, and then took her wrist in his hand and guided her small hand till her palm was pressed to the thick column of rock hard flesh. Stefannie swallowed, and had to try three times before she could make herself speak: "Paul, please," she begged, but he forced her fingers slowly around, till they were closed on his giant cock. "Please what, Steffy?" he asked lazily. She felt someone's hand on her thigh, and looked down to see Steve rubbing and caressing the smooth flesh of her thigh casually. She drew in a deep breath, and could not resist tightening her grip of the fat pole in her hand. He took his hand off of hers, but she was barely aware of it. She squeezed the thing again as Steve's hand climbed higher, pushing down to rub the insides of her thighs. She was sure she knew what was going to happen now, and she knew she should do something to stop it. The men were going to fuck her! She said to herself, but she could think of nothing to do or say. Stefannie shifted slightly, and seemingly by accident her thighs spread apart a bit, giving Steve's hand more room. Stefannie slid her sweaty fist up to the top of Paul's woody, and gave the bulbous head another squeeze, and then shut her eyes as she slid her hand down to the base. "Ohhh, yeah, that feels great, Mrs. Peters," Paul moaned. Jack me off like that!" Blushing deeply, Stefannie began slowly jacking his cock, running her sweaty fist up and down the fat pole. Her pouty lips were sagging open sexily, and she let out a long, low moan as Steve's hand finally moved to her bikini panties. Her slight body jerked as he began rubbing her wet pussy through the thin material. "Ohhnnnn, fuck!" she gasped, and began moving her fist faster on Paul's dick. She shifted again, giving Steve's hand more room, and moaned in pleasure when he dipped his hand inside her bikini bottoms. His skilled fingers found her juicy slit, and Stefannie jerked and shuddered as his fingers invaded her tight, wet pussy. "Yesssssssssss!" she hissed, and rocked her hips against his hand as she began getting off, wave after wave of orgasm rushing through her body. She moved her hand up and down the massive hard on in her fist without thinking, gasping loudly as the waves of orgasm rushed through her trembling body. Then she felt herself being pulled off the couch. She looked around blearily as Steve positioned her on her knees between Paul's widespread legs. "Ohnn, no, what . . . what do you think you're going to do to me?" she asked, looking up at Paul. "It's time for my third kiss, Mrs. Stevens," he smiled down at her, then reached down, and gathered a handful of her hair in his big hand. Stefannie looked from his eyes to his huge penis, still trapped inn her fist. She felt Steve behind her, flicking the small catches that held her bikini panties in place. "No, no, I . . . I don't even do that for my husband!" she gasped weakly. She tried to hold herself away from his cock; the bulbous knob was only inches away from her full, luscious lips now, and she felt Steve behind her, doing something - felt something hot and hard brushing against her ass, then slotting against her plump pussy lips. His big hands squeezed her ample hips, and Stefannie moaned as he slowly leaned into her. "Ummmmmmmnnnn," Stefannie shuddered as she felt the young man's fat dick splitting her pussy in two. It was not as big as Paul's cock, still trapped in her fist, but it was perhaps a bit larger than her husbands, nearly ten inches long. "Ohnn, my, that feels so - feels so mmpphhh!" Paul had pulled her head forward slowly, until her pouting, luscious lips were rubbing against his leaking cock crown. She felt the spongy hardness of his knob pressing into her lips, and a soft shudder wracked her body. She was determined not to do as this man wanted - that was disgusting, and she had been raised better than that! "Fuck, she's tight, man," Steve said hoarsely. He pulled out of her slightly, and then rocked back into her. A strong pulse of lust flashed through Stefannie when she felt the length of his dick sink all the way into her juicy, spasming, tight snatch. "Uhhnnnn, uhn, uhhhnnnnn!" She could not stop the moans from coming as he began stroking her, his flat belly slapping into her soft ass, making waves in the tender, silky flesh. The young housewife was losing track of what was going on. Without thinking, she allowed her jaws to sag open from the steady pressure at her lips. Paul's fat dick crown brushed against her teeth, and she heard him say in a tight voice: "Just a little more, Steffy. Yeah, fuck, that's the way, girl!" Then his whole hot knob was in her mouth. It was all she could do to wrap her lips around the thing, and she mewled softly deep in her throat. The fat thing felt so strange in her mouth, which was already filling with spit and precum. Steve kept fucking into her from behind, nudging her forward; another inch of the straining shaft slipped between her lips, and she had to swallow or start drooling. Stefannie's Adventure Ch. 2 Stefannie was haunted by guilt for the next three days; she could not believe she had allowed the men to use her as they had, and she had an even harder time believing that she had gotten off on the illicit sex as much as she had. When she fucked her husband that second night, she did not come until she thought of the way Paul had forced her to suck his iron hard manhood. The fourth day, she went to her husband's office to meet him for dinner. "Hi, Sammy!" she said, walking into his office. Hey, baby," Sam Peters said from his desk, and motioned at the man standing alongside him. "You've met Ben King, haven't you?" "Yes, of course. Good to see you again, Mr. King." "It's always a pleasure, Stefannie," King said, taking her small hand in his. She was surprised, as always, at the calluses on the man's hand. He towered over her, standing several inches over six feet, and she swallowed as his hard eyes dropped from hers to survey her body. She had on a short, tight skirt with tan hose, and a tight sweater that accentuated the large, firm globes of her breast. It was a button up sweater, but she had it buttoned all the way up to her throat. As the man's eyes surveyed her body, she found herself glad that she had worn a blazer over the sweater. She had jokingly referred to the outfit as her corporate look, and Sam had said if any of the women in his office dressed like that, he would have them bent over the desk. "Honey, it's going to be a little bit before I'm ready," he said, smiling at her, and Stefannie had to suppress a look of annoyance. "Why don't you go with Ben here and get a drink, I'll be right with you." "Well, maybe I could wait here," she protested. "Nonsense, my dear, we can just go grab a quick drink at the company bar." "Um, well, I guess that would be OK," she said. Sam Peters smiled and nodded at her as King led her out of the office by her arm. "I really must have you all over for dinner soon," Ben King said as they got into the elevator. He took out a key, and pressed the penthouse button. "Yes, we would enjoy that," Stefannie said. "Um, I thought we were going to the bar." "Yes, well, there's one in my office." Stefannie bit her plump lower lip, but did not say anything. She could not have said why, but she was suddenly nervous about being alone with this man. "I'll let Sam know when to arrange the dinner," King was saying. "I must say, that's a great outfit you have on, my dear." "Oh, thank you! I like it. I don't really think its that sexy, but Sam thinks it is." The words were out of her mouth before she could take them back, and she wondered what she was doing saying something like that. "Mm. I would have to agree with him," King smiled at her. Stefannie blushed as she realized the man was staring at her breasts again. The elevator doors slid open, and King led the gorgeous woman through he foyer and into his office. "Wow, this is a nice office!" Stefannie said. She was stunned at the size of the place, and the sumptuousness of the decorating. "I like it," King said, leading her to a large wet bar. There was a wide couch against the wall, and Stefannie blushed as she thought of the way the two men had fucked her on her own couch. They were working on their second margarita when the phone buzzed softly. King picked it up, and spoke several words, then said: "Well, make it as quick as you can, son." "That was Sam. He's having some problems with one of the overseas firms. He's going to have to do a videoconference. Here, lets get that jacket off of you, make you a little more comfortable." "I don't think that will be necessary," Stefannie protested, but he was already unfastening the first of the three buttons that held the jacket in place. Then he was slipping the jacket off of her slim shoulders, throwing it on the couch. He whistled, and eyed her chest again. "Yes, that's much better," he said, smiling at her, but she noticed that his eyes were not smiling. Stefannie was uncomfortably aware that the sweater she was wearing accentuated, rather than hid, her firm, large breasts. She was also aware that he could see where her soft flesh pushed against the edge of the bra. She managed to relax as they went into the fourth margarita, and she felt herself getting tipsy. "That sweater is sexy," Ben said suddenly. "But you should undo some of those buttons. I know Sam would appreciate it." Stefannie struggled to think of something to say, but before she could, King was reaching up so casually she did not even notice until his hard, agile fingers slipped the top button open. "Oh, my, what are you doing?" she asked. His fingers grazed against the silky skin of her throat, and she could not stop the soft shiver that rippled through her body. He had undone the second button, then the third and the fourth before she could say anything else. "There, that's better," he smiled down at her, and Stefannie looked down at her chest. A good portion of her creamy titflesh was visible now; the little bra she had chosen that night pushed her big breasts up and in slightly, making her cleavage even more impressive than usual. The petite woman swallowed, and looked around the room, avoiding King's eyes. She finished her drink, and did not protest as he took it from her hand and fixed her another. "I . . . I think I'll just go wait at the restaurant, Mr. King," she said, turning away from the man. She knew she should refasten her sweater, but something kept her from doing it; her belly was tumbling nervously, and her plump nipples were stiffening. "No need to do that, Stefannie - it'll be an hour or more before Sam is ready." She felt his body press against hers, and then felt his hand pull her hair away from her long, slim neck. He reached around her with one hand, and gave her the glass back. Stefannie gripped the glass, and let out a long breath when she felt his lips graze against the silky skin of her neck. She wanted to step away from him, wanted to yell at him, scream that she was happily married. Instead, she leaned her head slightly to one side, giving his mouth more room on the soft curve of her neck. His breath made her body tremble slightly. Then she felt his hand on her curvy hip, felt him pull her backwards slightly till she could feel his stiff cock bulge against her soft ass. "Ohhn, Mr. King, I really don't think you should be . . . should be doing this!" she gasped as his mouth opened on her skin. The wetness of his mouth burned her sensitive skin, and she almost fell; she could not help but lean back against him to support herself, and marveled at how large his cock felt against her pliant asscheeks. "I've always wondered what you would taste like," King whispered against her throat. He ground his cock into her soft ass, and Stefannie moaned softly, then somehow turned away from him. She stared at him, eyes wide with fear at what was happening to her. She should leave, she said to herself, she should just go. This was a dangerous situation. She was uncomfortable aware of her stiff nipples, easily visible through the thin sweater, and the exposed flesh of her heaving bosom. He took her by the arm, and led her on rubbery legs to the couch. "You look like you should sit down, Stefannie," he said, as though he cared what she needed. He sat beside her, and Stefannie nervously took another long pull off the drink in her hand. "Do you mind if I just feel your breasts up for a moment, my dear?" he asked, as though he had asked if she minded if he used her telephone. "Mr. King! I'm a happily married woman!" Stefannie said, shocked, then watched in a daze as he reached up with his left hand and began rubbing his palm in small circles on the tip of her heaving right breast. She looked down at his hand stupidly as he pressed his palm harder against the large tit mound, flattening it to her chest, the cupped it and lifted it slightly through her bra and sweater. "I've wanted to do this since I first saw you," he whispered huskily, and began squeezing her large breast gently. He could not believe how nice it felt, soft and firm at the same time, and felt his cock give another lurch. He was looking into her eyes now as she struggled to think of something to say. She was a nympho, he realized. Any normal woman would have pushed his hand away, slapped him, stormed out of the office. But she just sat very still, looking around the room as he mauled her heaving, soft flesh. He squeezed her round breast harder, heard her make a small noise deep in her throat, and smiled as her eyes drooped halfway closed. Stefannie somehow set her glass down; her head was spinning from a combination of the alcohol and the feel of the man's hand. Ripples of lust washed through the young wife, and her body actually gave a soft jerk as he pinched and squeezed her hard, silver dollar nipple through her clothes. "Ohnn, no, this can't happen," she finally wailed, and somehow pushed his hand away. She looked at him, breathing heavily; then he was leaning down. Stefannie turned her head at the last moment, but he was perfectly content to start nuzzling and sucking at the silky skin of her neck again. "Please, Mr. King, we have to stop this. My husband!" She put her hand on his shoulder, felt his hand on her knee. She tried feebly to push him away, but all the strength seemed to have fled her arms as he licked and sucked at her long, slim neck. Slowly his mouth dropped lower, till he was nibbling at her collarbone, then lower, lower. Stefannie wanted to scream; she wanted to push the man away. She felt his hand slip upwards from her knee, and pressed her thighs tightly together. His lips and tongue moved onto the exposed portions of her cleavage, and Stefannie let out a long breath as his breath and saliva burned its way into her soul. Then he was straightening up, smiling at her. He drew his hand off of her thigh, and once again reached up, unfastened another button on the sweater, then another. Her bra was easily visible now, her breasts looked like they were going to burst right out of the flimsy piece of fabric. Stefannie stared at the man wildly as he continued unfastening her sweater, saying not a word until he had reached the last button, and spread the halves of her sweater apart. "You're fucking perfect," king said as he surveyed her body leisurely; Stefannie blushed prettily, but still did not say anything, only looked at him from wide eyes as he reached up and slipped open the small catch resting between her breasts. The heavy globes sprang from Stefannie's loosened bra, and she finally said in a gasping voice: "Mr. King, if you do this, I'll . . . I'll tell your wife!" King did not even respond; he stared at the woman's body. Her ribs shone through her pale skin, and her breasts sat proudly on her heaving chest, perfectly shaped with just an ounce of sag to them. The nipples poked from the large globes like small fingers, protruding at least three-quarters of an inch from the soft roundness of her bosom. Belatedly, Stefannie reached up to try to cover her nakedness, but he just laughed at her attempt to cover herself. God, she was sexy! Her belly was toned, and he could see the light definitions of her stomach muscles, but it still had a womanly curve to it also. He reached up, brushed one arm out of the way, and captured one of her swaying titties, began mauling it gently. Then he lifted it, and bent and sank his lips over her stiff nipple. "Uhhnnnnnn, mmmmmm," Stefannie moaned loudly, and leaned her head back against the back of the couch as king flicked her sensitive nipple with his strong tongue. She gripped his shoulder harder as he bit and licked at her breast, softer than silk. He sucked as much of the pliant flesh into his mouth as he could, and Stefannie could not help but arch her back, thrusting her breasts into greater prominence for this man. His hand was on her again, and she tried to shut her thighs, but she could not match the waves of lust that were consuming her. His hand slipped under her skirt, squeezing her thick, muscular thigh, rubbing up and down, each time going a bit higher. Her skirt was being pushed upwards, but Stefannie was in oblivion as he slipped his mouth to her other breast, began washing the globe in his red-hot spit. Stefannie turned her body slightly without even being aware of what she was doing, giving him easier access to her swollen knocker. Then his hand slipped from her silk stalking on the softer skin of her naked upper thigh. "Ohnn, noooo, Mr. King, please, please! Onnnn, we . . . we shouldn't be doing this!" she wailed. His hand squeezed the naked flesh of her upper thigh harder, and Stefannie opened her legs wider without thought, then gasped and shuddered as she burst into a thousand pieces, the orgasm washing the last of her will to resist away. King looked at the woman in surprise. He had not even gotten his hand into her pussy yet and she was already shaking in orgasm! He stood up, and quickly stripped his clothes off. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen; her skirt was pushed up till the tops of her stockings were exposed, and the line of her waist rose in a graceful curve to the large, creamy mounds of her breasts. Her long, slim neck was set off perfectly by the short bob haircut she wore, and her high cheekbones and slightly tilted eyes gave her an exotic look that turned him on more than anything did. Stefannie came to her senses as the man slowly drew her to her feet. "Ohn, what did we do? What did you make me do? I . . . I'm not that kind of woman!" she said, and crossed her arms over her chest. It did not even occur to her to just refasten her sweater and bra. He pulled her into his arms, and leaned down to kiss her. She tried to turn her head away this time also, but his mouth found hers, hungry, insistent. He tilted his head, and his lips pressed against hers, demanding more. Stefannie felt his tongue flicking against her lips, against her even white teeth, and she moaned, and hesitantly opened her mouth to the kiss. As his tongue moved into her mouth, his hands slipped from her hips around her till he was squeezing the large, plush moons of her ass through the tight skirt. Stefannie moaned into the man's mouth, and opened her own mouth wider as he tongued her deeply. She began kissing him back, battling his tongue with her own as he lifted and squeezed the sweet rolls of her taut ass. When she felt him unfastening her skirt, she somehow wrenched her mouth from his: "Couldn't you just keep kissing me?" she asked breathlessly, and then was gasping and panting into his mouth as he did kiss her again. He drew the zipper of the skirt down, then stepped away from her slightly as he pushed it over her hips. It fell into a puddle at her feet, and he whistled silently. Her arms were still crossed over her chest, failing to hide her large, swollen tits. Her softly curved belly slid downwards in a tight v to the junction of her muscular thighs, so unlike the slim thighs of his own wife. The small panties accentuated rather than hid her pussy, and were tied with small knots at her hips. He swallowed as he dropped to his knees, his hands tracing the curve of her hips. Her waist was almost small enough to circle his hands around, but she had the most luscious set of hips he had ever seen, swelling outwards from her waist in a generous curve. King drew his tongue down the muscular, soft curve of her belly, and felt her heaving beneath his hot mouth. His hands slipped back around to her dream ass, and he began squeezing the plump moons of her buttocks again. Stefannie's breath caught at the feel of his strong hands mauling her asscheeks; having her ass squeezed like that always turned her on so! She kept her arms clenched to her chest, and watched out of slitted eyes as his mouth dropped lower - lower. Then his mouth was moving over her skimpy panties. She blushed when she realized he could tell her panties were already wet from her oozing cunt, but forgot all about being embarrassed as he began tonguing her pouting pussy though the sheer silk panties. "Ohhnnnn, fuuuuuck!" Stefannie exclaimed. If he had not been holding her ass, she thought she would have fallen over then. She closed her eyes, and tilted her hips slightly, pushing her pussy against his magical mouth. She did not realize he had undone her panties until she felt him drawing the small piece of cloth away from her steamy pussy, and then let out a long, loud moan as his tongue speared into her pussy, running in between the pouting lips of her cunt. Her body jerked, and she reached down and gripped his head as he licked and sucked at her dripping mons, nibbling her pussy lips and then fucking her trim with his long, agile tongue. She had her pussy hair trimmed neatly into a mohawk, and the feel of his tongue sliding in the folds of flesh, the feel of his lips and teeth gently nibbling at her pussy was making her legs shake. King nibbled and licked his way to the top of her slit till he found the swollen button of her clitoris. "Unnnnn, ohhhhhhhhhhh, yessssss! Ohn, King, yess, please, don't stop, don't stop!" Stefannie moaned and wailed as he flicked and rolled her love button with his tongue. She jerked again as another orgasm rushed through her, more powerful than the first, and she screamed his name over and over, almost collapsing as he kept lashing her clit with his tongue. Stefannie lost track of how many times she got off; the force rolled through her in seemingly continuous waves until she felt him picking her up effortlessly. She straddled him automatically and when she felt his big, fat cock head rubbing against her slit, the lips opened like a flower, she twisted her hips and sighed in deep satisfaction. His cock felt sooooo nice as she screwed herself down onto the delicious tool. Her mouth found his, and she pushed her tongue into his mouth as she impaled herself all the way onto his long, rock hard piece of meat. "Ohn, yess, your cocks so fucking big, Mr. King!" she exclaimed, squealing as he began moving her, his hands on her hips forcing her up and down his long, stiff shaft. She rolled her hips in delight, and tilted them slightly, putting more pressure on the shaft spearing in and out of her. It was the first time she had ever been on top of a man, and she could not believe the feeling of control that she had. "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" she chanted as she fucked herself up and down on his dream tool. "That's the way, you little slut!" King said through clenched teeth. She was doing all the work now. He reached up with his hands and began squeezing her breasts hard enough to leave finger marks, but the young wife just moaned louder. He felt her pussy clench around him again as she got off one more time, her body shaking and shuddering on top of his. He grabbed her ass again, and held her off of him as he began thrusting strongly up into her, fucking the gasping, twitching woman with long, powerful strokes. "Yes, you little bitch, fuck me!" he yelled, and then his cock exploded in her tight pussy. He rolled her over, and pumped his seed into her taut belly. "So, what did you and Ben talk about?" Sam Peters was asking her an hour later over dinner. He watched as his wife blushed, and said in a voice that shook perhaps a bit too much, "Oh, you know, just stuff. I don't think I really like him." Stefannie's Adventure She swallowed again, and then started sucking at the straining tube of meat in her mouth. Paul leaned against the back of the couch, and stared down at the horny young woman as her cheeks collapsed around his ridged penis. He could not believe how hot her silky, wet mouth felt around his manhood. "Yeah, that's great, Steffy," he groaned, and pulled downward on her hair, forcing another three inches of his dick into her defenseless mouth. Stefannie began bobbing her head up and down the massive fucker; she was startled to find that she liked the rock hard shaft sliding in and out of her sucking, slurping mouth, liked the way his dick bruised her pouting lips. She felt Steve fucking her strongly from behind, and began rocking between the two men, taking six inches of Paul's dick into her mouth rocking forward, and rutting back against Steve. The first orgasm flashed through her body, and she took her mouth off of Paul's cock for a moment - he wasn't even holding her head any more. "Ohhn, fuck this is so bad!" she moaned. "Fuck me harder, Steve, please, fuck me harder!" Some moments later, she noticed Paul's stiff schlong still in front of her, and stuffed it back into her wide-open mouth, began bobbing her head, quicker this time. She reached up with one hand, and started jacking the fat thing as she slurped up and down its length. She wasn't sure which man started getting off first. Paul was humping his hips up to meet her hungry mouth, and Steve was rutting into her harder than ever. She was breaking into her second orgasm - or was it her third? - when Paul's dick began shooting load after load into her mouth. Stefannie did not even stop to think - she was out of her mind with lust, and she swallowed the thick semen without pause as Steve dumped his own load into her taught belly. It took her long minutes to realize what she had done, how far she had lost control. She wiped her lips off with the back of her hand, and then started as Mark pushed her onto her butt, then got down beside her. She looked over at Paul, but he was already dressing. Mark kissed her deeply, and then withdrew slightly. "I'll get mine later, Mrs. Peters," he said softly. "I couldn't help but jack off watching you with those other two. Stefannie Peters stared at them blankly as they left her house.