7 comments/ 154032 views/ 49 favorites Steff Ch. 01 By: chunkyd1 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!" Steff Ch. 01 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. 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. Steff Ch. 02-03 This is Chapter 2 and 3 combined; Chapter 1 & 2 were published previously under the author name mctoke (I no longer use that nom de pleur). I have included chapter three along with two because of this, and further chapters will follow, wherein Steff's husband gets into trouble on his own (which is unusual in my stories) Have a great read! * CHAPTER TWO 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." Steff Ch. 02-03 CHAPTER 3 Stefannie pulled the door open without looking to see who it was, and stared in shock at Mark; the man had been there the day his brother and their boss had fucked her. "Hi, Steffy. I came to get my third kiss," he said. "Bastard!" she spat, and tried to close the door in his face. He just sneered, and pushed his way into the house, closing and locking the door behind him. Then he turned, and smiled widely. "Man, that's a nice outfit you got on there, Stefannie!" he said, his bold eyes lazily surveying her body. Stefannie blushed. She had on one of her husband's shirts, which was long on her, but it still exposed most of her legs, shone off to a tee by the tan hose she was wearing. She had been dressing to meet her husband for dinner, and all she had on under the loose button up shirt was a small push up bra, g-string panties, and a garter belt and the hose. Even with the three-inch heels she had on, he towered over her, and she was too aware that the shirt did little to hide her proud breasts. He stepped towards her, and she backed up automatically till she bumped into the wall. "Mark, I don't know what you had in mind, but the other day was a mistake. I was drunk, and . . . and things just got out of control. Please, just leave, or I'll - I'll call the police." "So you acted like a slut just because you were drunk, huh?" he was staring at her breasts again. She knew the shirt was unfastened enough to give him a glimpse of her cleavage, but she would not give him the pleasure of buttoning her shirt up. Still, she wanted nothing more than to pull the neck closed. Stefannie blushed prettily, and nodded: "That's right. Now please leave." "Well, if that's the case, then you can just give me my third kiss, and we'll call it even." Stefannie looked around the room, and then found she was staring at his crotch. She could see the thick outline of his cock easily through the jeans he had on, and a wave of weakness washed through the young wife. "I . . . I don't think that would be such a good idea," she said, trying to keep her voice from trembling as he reached up and drew his fingertips along her arms. Her hands were pressed back against the wall, and she licked her lips nervously, but did not tell him to stop touching her. "Well, it can't hurt - after all, you're not drunk today, are you?" "No," she answered, and then shook her head. What was she doing, negotiating with him? "You know, Jack still has not been paid in full - he can still make trouble for you and your husband. And I can make sure he does!" Stefannie bit her lip in indecision, and then slowly nodded while her stomach turned a slow loop. "OK then, but get it over with quick," she finally agreed. Mark grinned, and then was bending down, pressing his full lips to her silky soft plump ones. Stefannie felt his agile tongue push against her lips, then flick against her even white teeth. With a small moan, she opened her mouth to his tongue, and felt another wave of weakness wash through her as he began kissing her deeply. Her breath caught in her throat when he slid his hands smoothly from her arms to her heaving bosom. He lifted her heavy tit globes, and began squeezing and kneading them gently through the thin shirt and bra. "Mmmnnn," Stefannie panted hotly into the young man's mouth as he mauled her sensitive knockers. She could feel her nipples stiffening, and every time he brushed them with his fingers and palms small sparks jumped from her breasts to her pussy. She did not break the kiss until she felt him starting to unfasten the buttons to the shirt. "Ohhnn, no, Mark, I didn't say you could do that!" she protested weakly. He just smiled at her, and continued to unbutton the shirt till her breasts were in full view. The little bra was packed; it looked as though the heavy globes would escape if she even bent over. "That looks great, baby," he said, and gently cupped her heaving knockers. He began squeezing them gently. Stefannie swallowed thickly, and stared down at his hands as he mauled her sensitive tit mounds through the bra. Then his thumb slipped down, and he flipped the small catch that held her bra closed. Her big tits sprang out of the bra, and he stared at them for a long moment as she leaned harder against the wall and breathed heavily. They shuddered on her fineboned chest, the nipples poking from the round globes like little fingers. Then he was cupping them again. He lifted her breasts, and pushed them together, then bent slowly and began licking and sucking at her right nipple. "Onn, please, don't do this! I'll - I'll do anything!" Mark straightened up, and smiled down at her. "OK. Jack me off, and I'll get out of here." Stefannie swallowed thickly. His fingers were now twisting and pulling on her nipples, and she thought she would fall down if she were not leaning on the wall. As she thought about what he had said, he pushed the useless shirt and bra from her slender arms. She let the garments fall from her arms with a small sigh, and blushed when he whistled, looking at her small panties and garter and hose. "God, you look fucking beautiful!" he said, and Stefannie tried to remember when her husband had told her that last. She couldn't. Then his hands were on her shoulders, and he was pushing downwards. Stefannie shook her head, but then she was collapsing to her knees, staring right at the stiff cock through the tight jeans. "All - all I have to do is jack you off, right?" "Yeah, sure, Steffy," he smiled down at her, his hands on her hips. It was obvious that he expected her to undress him. She reached her trembling fingers up, and slowly unfastened his belt. 'There you go, girl," he said, and peeled his shirt off over his head. Stefannie shot him a strange look, and then unsnapped the button holding his jeans up. She hooked her fingers under his jeans and boxers, and started pulling the tight garments down around his trim hips. The muscles on his stomach stood out in sharp relief, and she swallowed again as his blonde pubic hair came into view. Then his fat cock was springing out of the confines of his pants, almost hitting her in the face. She tried to ignore it, waving in front of her as she finished peeling his pants down till they were around his ankles, but she could not help staring at the thing. It was only three-quarters hard, but was already nine inches long and as thick around as her wrist, with dark veins wreathed along the sides and a dark purple head nearly the size of a plum. She clenched her jaws tightly, but reached up and slowly wrapped her long, slim fingers around the fat dick. Then she began slowly running her hand up and down the large tool. Despite herself, she felt her pussy dampening, and her nipples stiffened even further as it twitched. In minutes, the long, fat shaft was as hard as a piece of wood. Stefannie's breathing deepened as she began running her fist up and down the length faster, trying to get him off. She wanted him out of the house so she could masturbate. "That's great, baby, but it's to dry. We need to lubricate it," Mark said hoarsely from above her. She looked up at him, and nodded, then started to climb to her feet. "Whoa, whoa, where you going?" he said, pushing her back down to the floor. "I . . . I was going to get some lotion," she said weakly. "Nah - just lick it a little bit, babe." She could hear the grin in his voice as he reached down and gathered a thick tangle of her silky hair in his hand. "I don't want to do that," Stefannie said quietly. "It won't hurt nothing. Just pretend its another kiss!" And then he was drawing her head forward. Stefannie moved her hands to the fronts of his thighs. Her plump lips were rubbing against the purple tip of his cock crown then. He turned her head slightly, and drew her pouting lips down the side of his fat shaft. "Come on, Steffy, use your tongue!" Mark commanded. Stefannie nodded, and let her mouth droop open, then was rubbing the side of his shaft with her wet tongue as well as her juicy lips. She was startled to find that she liked the taste of his cock as much as she had liked the taste of Paul's, and she licked more vigorously at the hot flesh as he guided her mouth up and down his meat pole. She opened her mouth wider as he guided it down the other side, bathing the thing in her spit and sucking on it gently. Then he was pulling her mouth back to the fat tip of his cock; the fat shaft was glistening with her spit now. Her mouth reached the crown, and her plump, full lips closed over the crown without thought. "Yeah, that's the way, you fucking slut!" Mark groaned, and leaned forward slightly. Before Stefannie knew what was happening, his fat, hot cock head was resting on her tongue. "Mnnnn, nnnnn," she moaned softly, and shook her head slightly, but he still had a tight grip on her hair. He leaned forward again, and another inch of his stiff meat sank into her wet, silky mouth. She gripped his thighs hard, and tilted her head, looking up at him. He grinned back down at her, and pulled her head forward, till three inches of his cock was in her mouth. She was salivating heavily, and had to swallow. The taste of his dick made her head spin, and the feel of the fat shaft in her mouth was driving her crazy. She felt like she was about to get off. Stefannie finally looked away from his hard eyes as he pulled backwards on her hair, till just the knob of his cock was in her mouth, her plump lips pouting around the thing. She let out a deep breath, and tightened her lips around the shoulders of the fat penis. Without thinking about what she was doing, she began sucking softly at the hard meat in her mouth. "Fuck, yeah, that's great," he moaned above her, and pulled forward again, forcing her to fuck her sucking mouth onto his straining meat. This time he slid six inches of the thing into her softly slurping mouth. Then he was setting a steady rhythm, fucking six inches of his ten-inch cock into her helpless, willing mouth in steady strokes. After a few moments of this, he let go of her hair, but Stefannie was barely aware of it by then. She had slipped one hand down, and was fingering her swollen clit as she bobbed her head on his stiff cock. She heard the slurping sounds she was making on his cock, and felt a ripple of shame wash through her at what she was doing, but the next time she moved her head she managed to take another inch of the straining shaft into her hungry mouth. Then she was moaning around the meat as her teasing fingers and the feel of the ridged shaft sliding over her plump lips pushed into an orgasm that had her panting and moaning loudly. He pulled her mouth off of his meat with a loud pop, and she looked up at him, confused. "Wasn't I doing it right/' she asked, wiping her lips off. "Yeah, baby, but I want more than that," he smiled, and pushed her till she was laying on the floor. He stepped out of his tangled jeans, and smoothly knelt beside her on the floor. Stefannie looked at him out of hooded eyes as he bent as began running his tongue over her left breast. Stefannie arched her back, and moaned softly deep in her throat, "Ohhnnnn, yessss, that feels nice!" she sighed, and then gasped softly as his hot mouth moved over her plump nipple. He grazed the stubby flesh with his teeth, and she arched her back further, then sighed again as she felt his hand slip beneath her panties. His fingers found the pouting lips of her pussy, and he pushed his forefinger inside, grinning to himself at the way she was writhing on the floor. She spread her legs further apart as he began fingering her juicy snatch, and pulled his head tighter to her heaving breast. "Ohhnnn, yessss, you fucker!" she cried as he as he started fucking her with two fingers, then three. She worked her hips against his hand, then cried out as he ripped the panties off of her body. He shifted slightly, put himself between her luxurious thighs. Stefannie looked at the man out of hooded eyes as he held himself above her; with his right hand he guided his engorged manhood to the pouting lips of her cunt, and then he was slowly leaning into her. Stefannie's breath caught in her throat as the young man slowly filled her juicy pussy with his shaft/ She gripped his shoulders harder, and raised her thighs slightly. Mark stared into the woman's eyes; he could not believe how beautiful she was, or how nice her body felt beneath his. Finally, his hips locked with hers, and he was in her all the way. He began grinding his cock into her in a soft circular motion, and felt the young housewife flex her body beneath him. His hairy chest brushing her stiff nipples, and the pressure he was putting on her cunt and her clitoris was making soft, breathless moans escape from Stefannie's plump lips. She raised her legs higher, locked them around his back. "Fuck me, you bastard," she breathed heavily, reaching up with her hungry mouth to suck at his throat. She mewled heavily as he began pistoning his hips slowly, powerfully, fucking his cock in and out of her spasming snatch. Stefannie's breath burned in her throat as he began rutting into her harder. She flexed her body, tightening her pussy around the mans cock, and then wailed loudly as she was pushed into an orgasm. The first rolled into the second; Stefannie lost all track of time as Mark railed her, their belly's slapping wetly. Then a strange look came over his face, and she felt his whole body tensing. He slammed into her one last time, then again, then roared as he dumped his hot semen into her taut belly. He smiled down at her as he pulled his clothes on, all the while Stefanie looking up at him dreamily, not believing she was turning into a slut. He shut the door behind him, and she drifted into sleep on the floor. Steff Ch. 04 Donna Williamson knocked on the door, and wondered again why her boss, Ben King, had wanted to meet her here at the hotel. She was important in the company, and she knew that he was meeting with some overseas clients, but she rarely met with the clients. She was strictly a behind the scenes employee. Donna was a beautiful woman, standing just over 5'6" tall, with long, light brown, almost blonde hair that she habitually kept up in a loose bun. She had a fine boned, angular face with a slim, aristocratic nose, and high cheekbones. Her pouty, full lips always seemed posed on the verge of a smile or a pout. Most men noticed her face, though, after they had looked at her body. She tried to keep her voluptuous figure hidden for the most part, wearing knee length skirts and business jackets, but it only worked so well. The skirts showed off her perfect ass, plusher than Stefannie Peters by degrees, and her high, firm breasts, slightly larger than grapefruits, were enticingly visible despite the jackets that she chose to wear. Her gut tumbled nervously as the door opened. She smiled at Sam Peters nervously, and then stepped into the room. King was sitting on a wide, low couch, and she glanced behind her at Peters. He was lounging against the wall, looking at her with an amused expression on his face. "Um, what did you want, Mr. King?" "Well, Ms. Williamson, I was wondering if you could help us out. As you know, I am entertaining some very important clients here." He smiled at her, and Donna nodded as his eyes slipped down her body, inspecting her breasts and then her exposed legs. "Of course, Mr. King, but I . . . I don't often see clients. The accounting department isn't very exciting, you know." She stood looking at him, and after a time he raised his eyes to hers once again. She was blushing from his casual survey of her body, and was surprised. He had always acted like a perfect gentleman before, even if he had made some comments that had struck her odd. After a moment, she realized he was not going to say anything else. "Um, what can I do for you?' she said. But it was Peters who answered. "Well, Ms. Williamson, we are in a fix. We arranged for a stripper to entertain the men, but she had to cancel. We were wondering if you would be willing to take her place. Ben here asked me if I knew of anyone, and I suggested you." Donna looked back at Peters angrily, and shocked. He, opposite from king, had always given her the creeps. Every time she was around, he surveyed her body frankly, and had made suggestions to her more than once. She had wanted to tell his wife, but he seemed to have a large influence in the company, and she did not want to risk her position. "That's insane," she said. "There's no way I am going to degrade myself like that! I'm getting married in two weeks!" "Well, that's to bad," King said, and she could hear the smile in his voice. "We were hoping you would be cooperative. Well, you can go now, then." "Thank you," she shot back sarcastically, and turned to leave the room when Peters' voice stopped her. "Of course, we'll have to call the police," he said casually. Donna froze in her tracks, and swallowed. "What for?" she asked in a hoarse whisper, and he smiled at her in a way she absolutely did not like. "I think you know that, Ms. Williamson," he said. "Embezzlement from an employer is a felony crime." Donna Williamson's stomach dropped out, and her heart seemed to stop. She had paid back almost all the money, but she knew that wouldn't matter, not to the police. She had been in a pinch early this year – more than a pinch, actually, and had had to 'borrow' close to fifteen thousand dollars from the company to get out of the scrape. It had not been something she had been proud of, but she had paid back all but five thousand of the money she had siphoned out of the company. "I am figuring the money you actually paid back should be counted as interest, Ms. Williamson," King said. "I will pay you tonight, say, two fifty a dance. That's sixty dances. If you don't pay back the full amount tonight, you will owe us one more session. "That is, unless you would rather we call the police." Donna Williamson looked back and forth between the two men. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, and she could not seem to catch her breath. The men had her trapped. She tried desperately to think of a way out, but peters gave her no time. "What do you say, Ms. Williamson? It's just a harmless little dance, after all." "And . . . and that's all I'll have to do?" she asked in a soft voice. "Of course," King said, and smiled at Peters widely. King had had no idea the man was so devious until a month ago, but he liked the guys initiative. "I . . ." have no choice, she said to herself. She tried to think, but both the men were looking at her with shark's eyes. "I guess I don't really have a choice. Just dancing, though." That should be harmless enough. She had had a roommate in college, and that girl had put herself through a four-year degree by dancing. "Good. Put these on," and Peters threw her a dry cleaners package. Ten minutes later they stepped into another room, much larger than the one Peters and King had been in. Donna was blushing brightly. She was dressed now in a short, tight miniskirt that showed her plush ass off to a tee, coming too higher than mid-thigh. She was also wearing silk thigh high stalkings and a g-string. Her bra fastened in the back, but it was a flimsy silk thing, which pushed her already proud breasts up and out in what she considered an obscene fashion. The men in the room whistled appreciatively when they saw her, and her heart sank when she saw there were four of them there. The oldest was perhaps fifty, a great bear of a man with a thick mustache and a gleaming, bald head. He towered over the others, standing almost six feet six, with shoulders broad enough to make him seem a normal height. The next, a man named Stan, was just a bit shorter and not so broad. He had black hair, and black eyes that seemed to bore right through her. The other two were Roy, a skinny blonde about six feet high, and Jan, a bulky man standing just a bit taller than Roy with close shorn, dark red hair that was almost brown. "She is gorgeous," Mike said, gliding over to her and guiding her to the couch. He set her down between him and Stan, the bald giant, and kept his hand familiarly on her arm. "Jan, fix the lady a drink," Stan rumbled from behind her, and he nodded and poured a tall margarita from a pitcher. Donna wanted to tell them she did not drink, but then thought better of it. She was going to need help to get through this tonight, so she took the frosty glass and sipped half of it down with one gulp. She was working on her second when Stan reached up with one thick finger and drew it along the side of her fine boned jaw. 'Those glasses really make you look sexy," he said in a rough, gravelly voice. Donna smiled at him uncertainly, and muttered a quiet thanks. His finger trailed from her chin to her throat, and began tracing it downward. She finally swallowed, and pushed his hand away, the tumbling feeling back in her belly. "Here you go, babe," Stan said from beside her. "I never met a stripper that didn't like this." Donna looked in shock at the mirror he was holding out to her. On it there were eight lines of white powder and a small gold straw, and she realized with a sinking feeling that it was cocaine. She had caught her daughter, who was eighteen, smoking pot earlier that year, and had hit the roof, and now she was being offered cocaine. She shot a look at King, and he smiled coldly, and nodded. This had not been part of the deal, but there was no way for her to refuse. King held the mirror for her, and made her do two lines of the coke, one up each delicate nostril. The drug hit her immediately; she felt her heart beating faster, and her head buzzed pleasantly from the liquor and the powerful drug. "Lets see some dancing," Roy said from the other side of the room as he lit a fat joint. "That's an excellent idea," Mike said from beside her, and nodded to Peters, who got up and turned the stereo up. A rock song was playing, by a band she thought was ZZ Top. It had a heavy beat, and she wondered if anyone could hear it through the walls. She almost hoped someone would call the police. But then she looked around her, and a sinking feeling churned in her gut. The room was huge, and this hotel was noted for its privacy. The walls were probably soundproofed. Peters smirked at her as she got to her feet, and she blushed a bright red as she walked to the center of the room. Peters smile widened as the woman closed her eyes, and began swaying softly to the music. She had no idea how sexy she was. He knew she was thirty-eight years old, but she looked much younger. 'There you go, Donna," King said from beside him. "Why don't you take off your jacket!" Donna did not open her eyes, but she blushed a deep red. She began moving more strongly, finding the beat of the music, and the men sat silently as she raised her slim fingered hands to the top button of the jacket. There was a moment's hesitation, and peters thought she was going to back out despite the threat of the police. They could not call the police anyway – the last thing King wanted was for law enforcement agencies to stat poking through the books. But then she was slipping the top button open, moving her hips more strongly now. The next button was opened, and then the next till they could see the woman's firm titflesh and the white, lacy fabric of the bra. She spun slowly, lost in the music, a frown on her face as she slipped the last two buttons open. There was a moments paused, as she moved to the heavy beat, and then she was slowly slipping the suit jacket off of her slim shoulders. Peters let out a long breath at the sight of the woman, naked from the waist up but for the little bra. Her breasts were larger than Sam Peters had thought. He breathed out at the sight of the firm, pale globes in the little bra, which was about two sizes to small. Her firm, soft flesh overflowed the cups, which barely covered her nipples. The song ended, and she opened her, blinked in confusion at the men. She had expected a different reaction, yelling and hooting, perhaps more whistles, but the silence was disconcerting. The men were staring at her intently, as though she were some type of object, and she raised her arms and crossed them over her breasts as the next song started. Sam stepped up beside her, and held the mirror out. "Do another line, Donna," he commanded in a quiet voice. Donna looked at him out of wide eyes, then nodded, reached up, and gripped the golden straw. As she was snorting the line, she felt his hand on her back. His hand slipped down till it was resting on her plush ass. "One for each nostril, Donna," he smiled at her, but there was nothing smiling about his eyes. As she did the second line, the hand on her ass began squeezing and rolling the sweet curve of her ass strongly. The coke hit her hard – her brain was whiting out from the alcohol and the drugs, and she did not know how long she stood there as the man kneaded her perfect, plush asscheeks. Finally, she came to her senses and pushed him away. "No . . . no touching allowed. Right, Mr. King? Didn't the agency specify that? I will have to leave otherwise." The men smiled and agreed, and Mike asked in a shocked voice: "Yes, how could you do such a thing, Jan?" Donna nodded, but she was to buzzed to notice the heavy sarcasm in the man's voice. "It won't happen again, Donna," Mike said. He was obviously the one in charge. "Please, dance for us again." Donna had always loved dancing, but her friend had said stripping wasn't really about dancing. Men did not want to see skill – they wanted to see sex. So she swayed her hips as sinuously as she could, and moved her body, feeling like a fool, still blushing brightly. But the way the men were staring at her, she didn't think they thought she looked foolish. Not allowing herself to think about what she was doing, she reach slowly behind her and unsnapped the catch to her bra, then pulled her arms back around in front of her. Slowly, she drew the straps off of her shoulders. She stared directly into Mike's dark, depthless eyes as inch by inch she pulled the bra away from her body. His eyes stayed locked on hers until the bra was dangling from one of her hands, then that dark gaze deliberately slipped to her breasts. They were perfect – bigger than peters had guessed, they were just slightly smaller than Stefannie's breasts. But where Steff's were round, Donna's were slightly conical, and pale as snow. They sagged perfectly, and were slightly upturned, her brown nipples the size of sand dollars, the aureoles pebbly. Her proud, d-cup sized breasts swayed gently as she danced. Her fine ribs shone through her skin, and her taut stomach muscles were barely concealed by a fine layer of fat. Mike smiled. She was perfect. Still in a daze, Donna loosened her skirt, and in another moment it was puddled around her feet. The thigh high silk stockings showed her skin off to a tee; her waist flowed smoothly to her wide, plush hips, the muscles of her stomach curving to the juncture of her thighs in a sexy V. The flare of her hips made Mike smile widely. That was his favorite part of the body, and when the song ended, he motioned her towards him, and spread his legs wide. Donna stared at him out of wide eyes, then looked at the other men. They were staring at her, making her skin crawl. She could not believe she had gotten herself into this situation; what she could not believe also was that her skin was feeling flushed and hot, and she knew without looking that her plump nipples had stiffened to sharp, almost painful points. She stepped forward on wooden legs, till she was standing between the man's thighs. He smiled up at he, and said in a soft voice: "You're perfect!" She nodded, and glanced down his body, barely bit back a gasp when she saw the thick log of his cock through the thin slacks he was wearing. The thing looked huge! She thought to herself, and looked away nervously when then music started again. She tried to remember everything her roommate had told her as she danced and swayed between the man's thighs; she spun about and bent over slowly, giving him a perfect view of her ass, barely concealed by the sexy, almost g-string panties she was wearing. King was staring at her with a hard gaze when she felt Mike's hands on her thighs, pulling her backwards. She let out a soft squeak as she plumped down onto his lap. She put her hands on his knees, and tried to lever herself up, but his big, bear like hands were already cradling the curve of her hips, like handles, holding her to his lap. She blushed deeply when she felt his huge, stiff cock against her ass, and squeezed his knees, trying harder to push herself away. "I said no touching!" she gasped softly. "Fuck you, Bitch," Mike replied, and squeezed her hips in a way that made her breath catch in her throat. He ground his fat cock up against her ass, and Donna licked her lips nervously. King and Peters both were staring at her, their eyes boring into hers. Donna remembered what her roomy had told her: "You have to rub up against them to make them happy, but don't think of it like a stranger. Dancing is fantasy, for you and the mark. Her head spun, and she slowly began moving against the bald man, rubbing her ass against his raging hardon. Her breath was shorter now, and she slowly realized she was becoming turned on! This is impossible, Donna told herself, but she lost track of how long that fat piece of meat was rubbing against the soft, silky flesh of her ass. Then she was standing up, turning back around. She put her knees on the seat of the wide chair the man was sitting in, put her hands on his shoulders, and shook her body slightly, making her tits wobble on her chest. His hands were back on her hips, and now she felt the cock, like a piece of wood, against her thigh. She started moving her body, not really aware of what she was doing, making her soft but muscular thigh rub against the fat length of dick trapped in his pants. She leaned forward a bit more, and the tips of her soft breasts accidentally brushed against his face, She felt his hands slip from her hips to her ass, and he smiled up at her as he began squeezing the firm pillows softly, lifting and kneading the plush rolls of her buttocks. She had to do something – she was losing control. The man's hands on her flushed skin was making her head spin. She lowered herself down his body, till his hands had top slip off of her ass. He pulled her forward slightly, and her big tits mashed against his chest. She was surprised by how hard his chest was through the silk shirt. The feel of the shirt against her stiff nipples made her moan slightly. Donna leaned forward, and whispered in his ear, "Please don't touch me like that, Mike. I'm going to be married!" For answer, his mouth came down on her slim neck, and Donna shivered at the hot feel of the man's mouth on her flushed, tanned skin. She slid further down his body, her breasts rubbing against him firmly, over his chest, his belly. Then she was on her knees in front of him, and her proud, firm tits were in his lap. She shut her eyes as she felt his rock hard meat against her breasts. The song ended, and Donna breathed a silent sigh of relief as she levered herself to her feet. "Come get me, baby," It was Jan speaking; he was sitting on the other side of the couch. God, that's only one dance, Donna thought to herself. Roy was right there as she stood up, offering the mirror. Donna blinked at him dazedly; her right arm was covering her proud breasts, and with her free hand she lifted the straw and did two more lines of the white powder. Her head felt like it was going to lift off of her body, and she realized dimly that the skinny blonde man was also taking his turn at squeezing and fondling the satiny cheeks of her round, plush ass. She somehow pushed his hand away, then walked to Jan in a swaying stride as the music started again, this time a bluesy song by Stevie ray Vaughn. Donna Williamson swayed between the man's legs, pushing at them with her own as the music and the drugs took her; then she was gliding down till she was perched on the edge of the couch. She moved in front of him, but instead of looking at her breasts, he leaned his head back and stared up into her eyes. She felt his hands on her waist, but did not think anything of it until he slipped them up smoothly. Then he was cupping her heaving breasts in his palms. Donna's mouth sagged open as the man began rolling the large, firm globes around on her fine boned chest. The feel of his rough palms against her stiff, sensitive nipples made her breath catch in her throat, and she froze as his hands began squeezing harder, pulling her forward slightly. Before she knew what was happening, his thick lips were closing over one of her pointy, stiff nipples. "Ohhnnnn, god, no, I . . . . No touching!" she gasped, and somehow backed away from him. The heavy beat was still pounding away, and she turned around, put her hands on his knees, and almost collapsed on his lap. His big, strong hands found the curve of her hips, and he began moving her body easily, grinding his cock up against her butt cheeks. Donna blew out a deep breath, and gradually picked up the motion he was setting, rolling her ass down against the hard gristle beneath her. She did not know what she had expected – her husband had a five-inch dick, and she thought that was about normal. But the stocky red heads fat shaft felt about the same size as Mike's, much larger than her husbands. She realized her pussy was growing juicy, and she felt lightheaded – then she realized the song had ended, and that she was still rubbing herself against him like some kind of bitch in heat. Steff Ch. 04 She started to get up, but he gripped her hips again, and said, "Go ahead and give me another one, babe," as the heavy thumping beat began again. She nodded, and stood up, feeling the blood pounding in her veins. She stood with her back to him, swaying and bending as she showed off her perfect round ass. She bent, and gripped her ankles, looked at him between her legs. Donna blushed when she realized he was staring right at her pussy, barely covered by the thin panties. She twirled back around, and settled her knees between his legs again, felt his fat shaft against her firm, muscular thigh and began moving without thought, rubbing her leg against the hard pole. His hands were once again on her hips, but she thought she could ignore that. He was staring at her eyes again, and she realized he had perfect blue eyes, like Paul Newman. She slipped down slightly, and let out a low moan as his hands found her asscheeks. She leaned forward slightly, and her large, perfect breasts flattened against his hard, muscled chest. Once again, she slipped down till she was on her knees on the floor. She was staring right at his long, stiff pecker through the thin pants, her hands resting high up on his thick thighs. "Squeeze your titties for me, baby," he said softly. "If I can't do it, at least let me see you do it." After everything else that had happened, Donna thought this was a reasonable request. She reached her hands up hesitantly, and cupped her own breasts, lifted them and began kneading them softly, swaying back and forth on her knees. Her breasts had always been very sensitive, but for some reason she liked them to be squeezed hard. Her husband never played with them roughly enough, even though she begged him to. She did not think that would be a problem with Jan, or with any of the men here. She squeezed the globes harder, and allowed her eyes to slip shut, hardly thinking about what was happening now. She heard the song end, and then one of the other men was pulling her to her feet, guiding her to a large armchair. Then he sat down. She nodded obediently, but before she could start dancing he pulled her down so she was sitting in his lap. "Somebody fix this girl a drink," Ray said loudly. One of his hands was wrapped about her waist, his big hand resting on her curvy hip; the other was rubbing her thigh about halfway up. His hand felt to hot through the thin stocking, and her heart was beating hard in her chest as she once again felt a fat piece of meat under her soft, plush asscheeks. She tried to cross her arms so that they were covering her breasts better, and looked around her. Stan, the bear of a man, handed her a drink, and she tipped the glass back, draining the martini in three long gulps. Then she looked around, wondering where the mirror was. They had not hesitated to give it to her before. The way they were all looking at her was making her nervous, but tha6t was sublimated by her desire to do another line of the drug. "Would you like some more coke, Donna?" she heard ray ask her. He was the skinniest of the three, but Donna realized he had the biggest cock of them all. She shifted slightly on the big tool, and blushed when she felt it jerk against her soft butt cheeks. "Um, . . . " she didn't know what to say, so she finally just nodded. Almost immediately, Stan was handing her the mirror. She looked up at him beseechingly, and said in a soft voice: "Could you hold it for me, Stan?" "Hold it yourself!" Stan shot back, and started to take it away. Donna reached out with her left hand, and took the mirror in a hand that shook slightly, ignoring the inner voice that was telling her she was fucking up, that she was giving the men an opening. Slowly, she took the straw with her right hand, exposing her firm knockers, and sniffed one of the three lines into one delicate nostril. She leaned her head back, and shuddered at the feel of the drain, sniffed again to get it down. She was hardly aware when Ray slipped his hand from her thigh, over her smooth, slightly curved belly. Her eyes widened in shock when she felt his big, hot palm cupping her right breast. He lifted her breast, weighing it and then began mauling it roughly. "Ray, please," she gasped, startled, but she did not put down the mirror. He rubbed his thumb over her stiff nipple, and a soft shudder of lust flashed through her body. He was ignoring her! She thought dazedly, and lifted the mirror, did another line of coke as he slipped his hand to her other breast, began squeezing that one harder than he had the first. Donna let out a long breath, and looked at Ray in the eyes. He smiled at her, and slipped his fingers to her stiff nipple, began twisting and pinching the stiff bud until Donna thought her firm, swollen tits were going to explode. She was finally able to snort the last line, and then fumbled the mirror down, somehow pushed his hand away. She danced for him, and for the others in turn, somehow managing to fend their hands away, but not before they all had felt how firm her breasts were, how muscular her ass was. Her nipples were in a constant state of hardness, and she knew that her pussy was juicing uncontrollably. She watched with hungry eyes as she saw the men cutting up more coke, but this time they did not offer her the mirror. They snorted the lines, and then Mike was motioning her over. She felt like a bundle of exposed nerves as she started dancing for the big bald man, swaying between his legs, bending and showing him her ass, twirling and posing for him in as sensuous a pose as she could think of. She raised her hands, and once again began squeezing handfuls of her creamy titflesh, then put her knees on the couch, and began moving, rubbing her hard, muscular thigh against the stiff length of his cock. Her hands on his broad, hard shoulders, she wondered just how big the man's penis was, and rubbed against it harder. His hands found her plump ass, and he kneaded the firm moons strongly, bringing a soft moan to her lips. "Please don't touch me there, Mike!" she finally managed to gasp, and then blinked when he stopped. She froze as his hands came around smoothly, skidded up her ribs until he was lifting and cupping her firm, proud breasts in his big hands. "You like that better, babe?" he asked as he began mauling her heaving mounds. Donna just shook her head. She tried to say something, tried to move her arms to push his hands away, but his hands felt soooooo good on her flushed, silky skin. It won't hurt if I let him feel me up for just a second or two, she thought to herself, and unconsciously arched her back, pushing her proud, firm titties out for him to play with. "Ohhnnnn, I shouldn't be letting you do that," she sighed, letting her eyes droop closed. She gasped sharply when she felt a warm wetness engulf one of her nipples, and looked down out of slitted eyes as he sucked as much of her firm, soft tittie into his mouth as he could. Donna's heart stopped beating as she stared down at the man sucking and licking at her firm mound. She felt his teeth capture her nipple, and bit her lower lip, then somehow twisted away from him, turned her back. He caught her hips, and pulled her back till she was sitting on his lap. She put her hands on his knees, and began rubbing her ass against his raging prick. His mouth came down on her back, wet and as hot as lava, and she felt one hand creep around and begin again to caress and squeeze her swollen bosom. His other hand slipped around her waist, and then moved downward instead of up. "Oh, no, what are you doing?" she gasped sharply, but then his hand was rubbing her juicy pussy through the thin, expensive silk panties. His fingers found the pouting lips of her cunt, and pushed the slick fabric inwards till Donna thought she was going to faint. She ground her ass harder against the fat hardon, and as soon as his hard, knowing fingers reached her clit she shuddered into an orgasm more intense than any she had ever had. "Ohhhnnnn, nooo, fuck, fuck!" she gasped as his fingers worked their magic, pushing her over the edge of sanity. She ground her soft ass against his raging prick as hard as she could, was barely aware that he was now pulling the small knots loose that held her panties up. King and Peters smiled at each other. Things were getting interesting. Somehow, Donna stood up on her shaking trembling legs. She could feel the wisp of the silk cloth as Mike stripped it from her swollen pussy, but the fact that she was now naked except for her stockings and high heels did not even register on her. She blinked when Stan stepped in front of her, and said in a soft, trembling voice: "I . . . I need some more coke." Stan nodded, and reaching out, he pushed down on her shoulders. Donna blinked blearily, but did not protest as the man pushed her to her knees. "What . . ." "Don't you want some coke, dear?" he asked. She stared up at him, once again trying to cover her large, heavy breasts with her hands, and nodded demurely. For just a moment he looked at her, and felt sorry for what they were doing, and then the moment passed. He stripped the shirt off of his head, and a moment later had peeled his pants down so that he was naked. "You can have some, but you have to snort it off my dick." "That's absurd!" Donna said, and then looked at his cock. It was waving gently, just a foot from her face; it stuck out from his body by nine inches, the bulbous head an angry purple color, and thick veins wreathing the length of the rock hard tool. As she watched, he reached down and drew a thick line on the top of his fat penis. Donna realized suddenly, as she watched him lay the powder on his thick tool that she was going to do as he had said. He finished laying the line out, and she looked up at him questioningly. "There you go, Donna," he smiled. He handed the small bag back to Roy, steadying his dick with the other hand so as not to spill any off. "Can . . . where's the straw?" she asked in a trembling voice. "Nn. No straw dear. You'll just have to snort it off with your nose." He grinned down at her, then let go of his cock. It waved gently in the air, inches from her face. Donna Williamson wanted to scream NO, wanted to get up and storm from the room. Instead, she reached up with trembling fingers, gently gripped the head of the man's fat cock to steady it. The head felt to hot beneath her silky fingers. Donna swallowed, straightened a bit, then leaned forward and drew her nose along the thick length of the penis, snorting the line of coke as she went. She wiped her nose with one hand, and felt a sticky wetness against her other palm – realized she was gripping the spongy knob of his cock head tightly. She could not believe how big the man's schlong was, how fat the head was, and the rest of the shaft. She knew she should let go, but she was still to buzzed to even think about standing up yet. God, how many more dances were there? She reached out with her left hand, placed it against his trim hip to steady herself. Then she felt his fingers curling in her hair: "Lick the coke off for me, Donna," the man commanded gently, but there was nothing gentle about the hand twisting a thick lock of her hair, drawing her head slowly forward. "No, Stan, no, I . . . I don't even do this for my mmpphhh!" she gasped as her plump, pouting lips bumped into the side of the stiff tube of meat, and then finished mumbling, "I don't even do this for my husband!" she protested. She felt another slime of wetness against her palm, and without thinking squeezed the knob harder. He drew her head forward again, forcing her juicy lips to slide against the side of his cock log, her pink lipstick smearing off on his stiff flesh. She could not believe how hard his dick felt beneath her trembling lips. "Come on, Donna, just lick the coke off, and I'll let you get up," he said in a reasonable voice. She nodded, dazed, and drew his cock down slightly. Then she was rubbing her tongue along the top of his slab of cockmeat, licking the remnants of the cocaine off the flesh. The feel of his hot flesh against her tongue was electrifying for some reason. She felt her nipples stiffen even further, and moaned softly as she licked back down the hot flesh. "I think you missed some," she heard him say, and without thinking allowed him to guide her wet, hot tongue back up and down his jerking member. She moved her hand slightly, so that she had it encircled around his fat shaft; felt his thigh flexing under her other hand. Donna was panting heavily – she was too aware of the deep silence in the room – someone had turned off the music. He drew her head further out, so her hot little tongue was curling around the crown of his dick. She felt the smeary wetness now on her tongue. Her right hand had slid all the way to the base of the man's penis now, and she squeezed tighter, then licked at the purple head of his dick again. He nudged forward slightly, and his fat knob slid over her tongue, bumped into her top lip. Without thinking about what was happening, Donna opened her mouth wider, till the head and fat shoulders of his prick were invading her hot, wet mouth. "Mmnnn, nnnn," she moaned helplessly around his fat knob. Her face was stretched out, and she heard one of the other men say in a breathless voice, "Suck that cock, Donna!" She opened her eyes, and tilted her head slightly, staring up at the man, her right hand still curled around the base of his prick, her lips pouting out around the head of it. He smiled down at her, and smoothed her hair with his hand, then leaned forward, slowly fucking another inch of his meat into her warm, wet mouth. Donna stared up at Stan, in total subjugation to his gaze. It had been forever since she had taken a penis into her mouth, since she had been in high school. The captain of the football team had talked her into sucking his cock, and then had gone away to college the next day. The tip of his cock was steadily leaking precum into her watering mouth, and she had to swallow. She rubber her tongue over the plum sized head, and swallowed again as he fed another inch into her mouth. Donna's eyes drooped closed; she heard one of the men say something else, from a great distance. Her cheeks hollowed slightly as she began sucking softly on the leaking rod in her mouth, the memories from that long ago night filling her mind. Her pussy was dripping wet, her breasts shuddering in the need to be touched. She made a noise deep in her throat, and heard with surprise the slurping sounds she was making around the man's dick. Then he was guiding her head, forcing her sucking mouth up and down on his massive fucker. Donna could not stop making love to the thing with her mouth – she tried, she tried as hard as she could, but there was something indescribably sexy about the man using her in such a way, debasing her. She felt him buck suddenly, and then he cried out as he came, a great rushing of wetness in her mouth. "Keep sucking, bitch," he said, so softly she thought none of the others could have heard it, and she followed his orders, sucking and licking at his fat, leaking penis, swallowing his cum, until he pulled away from her with a sigh. Peters was grinning at her, as though to say he had known all along. And he may have. She wiped her lips off with a trembling hand, and then started to climb to her feet. "Just stay down there for a moment," she heard a voice say. She looked over her shoulder, and saw Jan kneeling down behind her, naked. "I want to go home," she said softly, but he just shook his head. "No, you don't," he answered her. He was on his knees behind her now. She could feel his big prick pushing against her plush ass, and bit her lower lip when his arms slipped about her and slid upwards to cup her breasts. Donna leaned back slightly as he started to fondle her silky mounds, lifting them. He squeezed harder, and she drew in a sharp breath. She leaned forward, trying to get away from him, but he followed her down, now pinching and twisting her hard nipples till she was moaning softly, "Nooo, ohhhhhnnnn, uhhhhnnn, please!" Donna leaned her head on her forearms, which were now flat on the floor. She had her back curved in that delicious way that only women can accomplish, and she let out another long, animal like moan as she felt the fat head of his manhood at the lips of her starved pussy. "Do you like when I squeeze them hard, baby?" he breathed against her neck, digging his fingers into the soft, firm mounds of her breasts. "Yessss, but please, just stop for a minute, OK, Jan? I . . . I don't know how much more of this I can take!" As soon as she said it, he smiled at his friends, and agreed. "OK, just let me feel this ass for bit, then," and slid his hands down her flanks, over her hips till he was squeezing her upturned asscheeks. "Ohhnn," Donna tried to stop the moan in her throat as the man's strong fingers dug into her ass cheeks. She could feel his fat dick head, nestled just inside her pouting pussy lips, felt him pulling back on her ass. "Ohhnnn, Jan, god, what are you doing to me!" she gasped as he pulled backwards on her ass. His fat knob slipped inside her cuntlips, and Donna shivered at the feel of the tool stretching her tight pussy out. She could already tell he was much larger than her husband! She gasped softly as he pulled her back a bit more, gently rocking her onto his big dick. "Mmmn, Jan, please stop," she said, looking over her shoulder. "Stop what?" he sneered down at her. His big hands were cradling her hips now, and he pulled her back towards him, slowly impaling her onto his stiff schlong. It was halfway in her pussy now, but if she wanted to pretend he wasn't fucking her that was fine with him. She wouldn't be able to pretend much longer. "Stop . . . stop putting it in me," Donna whispered. But her eyes had already drooped halfway shut again. She could not believe how big his dick felt inside of her! She bit her lower lip again as he moved forward, meeting her as he pulled backwards on her hips. He pulled out a bit, and then was leaning into her again. Donna let out a gasping moan at the feel of the big cock fucking into her, stretching her out deliciously. He was the first man to fuck her other than her husband, she realized. She couldn't believe how different it felt! He was all the way into her now. Donna shuddered at the feel of it, and tried to catch her breath as he began fucking her in long, slow strokes. His hard belly slapped into her soft ass, making waves in her pliant flesh, and Donna moaned again, louder this time, and began rocking back against him. The orgasm exploded over her in unexpected ferocity. The middle-aged woman gasped sharply, and screamed at him to fuck her harder. She had never said such things to her ex-husband or her boyfriend, but she was doing more than screaming. She was rutting back against him strongly, meeting his thrusts with herown, reveling in the torrid sensations his manhood was making her feel. Donna was grunting like an animal as he fucked her, and she had just started her second orgasm – or was it her third – when she felt him buck harder, and then felt his thick jizz shooting into her tight pussy. Donna Williamson got to her knees, her slim arms once again crossed over her swollen, heaving breasts. The after effects of the orgasms still made her breath short, and she could vaguely feel the insides of her thighs wet with her own juices, and with Jan's cum dripping from her pussy. She felt hands gripping her upper arms, and then Mike was drawing her to her feet. "I asked him not to do that, Mike," she managed to say, glancing at him over her shoulder. Steff Ch. 04 "I know, my dear," he said gently, drawing her slowly backwards. She felt him sitting, and then his big hands on her hips were guiding her down. She thought to herself that he was the only nice man in the group – and then she felt his fat, spongy knob against the junction of her thighs. Donna reached out, braced herself with her hands on the thick arms of the chair. Donna whimpered slightly as he shifted her. She felt the tip of hispenis nestle against the spread open lips of her cunt. She braced her arms again, but Mike still pulled her down slightly till the fat head and shoulders of his prick were once again stretching her pussy out. God, Donna thought to herself, he feels even bigger than Jan did! Her nipples were still painfully stiff, and she knew her clam was dripping juices onto Mike's big rod. She didn't notice someone was standing in front of her until she felt fingers rubbing her sensitive nipples. "Uhn!" she grunted, and opened her eyes to see Roy standing there. His body was impressively cut, muscles standing out in sharp relief. What made her gasp again was the size of his schlong, though. It stoodout stiffly from his lean body, at least ten inches long and larger around than her wrist. "You like the look of that, Donna?" he asked, pinching her nipples harder. Donna could not believe how big Roy's dick was. As she watched, it twitched, making her gasp again. The feel of his strong fingers twisting and pinching her nipples was not helping either. She shifted slightly, and sank down on Mike's shaft another inch, butshe barely noticed. "You really looked like you enjoyed getting nailed by Jan, Donna. Do you really like getting your titties squeezed nice and hard?" "No. No, that's . . . that's none of your – ohhhnnnnn, Roy!" he slippedhis hands down and then was squeezing her large breasts in big handfuls, sinking his fingers into the silky, pliant mounds. Donna's arms weakened a bit more, and now she was too aware of the fact that slowly Mike's big dick was bulling it's way into her slim body. "Don't you want to sit down on Mike's big cock, Donna? Wouldn't that make you feel nice?" "Yeah, Donna, you're killing me here," Mike said from behind her, and his hands squeezed and pulled down on her hips. Donna moaned, and allowed herself to sink further onto the impressive tool. "Ohhhhnn, that feels so big, Mike," she panted softly, twisting her body down onto his penis. Finally, she was seated all the way on his lap, his fat length of cock buried all the way in her tight, juicy pussy. She felt the thick rod flexing deep in her body, and then the hands on her hips began lifting and lowering her, so that her taut body was sliding up and down on his manhood. Donna's mouth sagged open. Between Roy squeezing her big, firm tits and mike fucking her up and down on his stiff prick, she was already feeling waves of pleasure through her body. She reached up with one hand and wrapped her long, slim fingers around Roy's shaft. She could barely get her fingers around it, and she could hardly believe how hard it felt. The waves of pleasure became more intense, and Donna gasped as she began cumming again, her tight snatch clenching around Mike's cock. Her hand, wrapped around Roy's dick, squeezed the shaft hard, and she made a mewling sound deep in her throat. "Uhnn, uhn, uhn, oooohhhhhh, I can't believe this is happening!" she wailed softly. She felt a hand on her head, drawing her forward slightly. The powerful orgasm was still making her gasp with breath when her juicy lips came in contact with Roy's dickhead. "Mmmmmm," Donna moaned. Her mouth drooped open a bit further at the insistent pressure of the spongy knob, then further, until his fat dick head was slipping between her luscious, pouting lips, and past her teeth till it was throbbing hotly on her wet, small tongue. Donna curled her tongue around the massive knob. Mike was still moving her up and down on his cock, and as he did so, Roy's shaft slipped further into her mouth. Something within the middle-aged bride to be broke, and she tightened her lips around Roy's cock, began sucking on the fat thing noisily as he guided her face up and down his shaft, each time sinking a bit more of his boner into her wet, hot, greedy mouth. Donna shivered and moaned loudly around Roy's hard shaft as she pulsed and burst into another orgasm. She felt Mike's big hands rocking her up and down on his long, fat dick. Her pussy spasmed helplessly around the invading meat. She realized also that Roy was guiding her head easily, and that she was deepthroating his cock every second or third time it went into her mouth. The next time he fucked his cock into her throat she almost threw up, but somehow managed not to gag. The feel of the fat, ridged shaft sliding into her throat was the strangest she had ever had. Donna was flexing her thighs now, driving herself up and down Mike's dick as she deepthroated Roy in front of her. Mike's hands were now caressing the soft curve of her hips, and Roy was cupping and squeezing her breasts again as she drove her mouth and throat up and down his swelling penis. She felt mike stiffen beneath her, and then his big hands were gripping her curvy hips, moving her to a more sudden demand. At the same time, she felt Roy's dick head suddenly grow and begin to spout thick juice into her mouth. For some reason she could not explain even to herself, she drew her plump lips out till they were wrapped just around the head of Roy's dick, and she swallowed as much of the man's cum as she could while Mike dumped his load deep into her. Sam Peters and King escorted her back to the first room some time later – they were the only two that had not fucked her. Donna's body still felt like it was glowing. She hardly noticed Sam Peters' hands caressing her plump, perfect ass through the thin skirt. They went inside the room, and Donna said in a shaky voice, "I think I'm going to take a shower if it's alright with you." Peters smiled at her while King fixed a picture of margaritas. "Of course, Donna. And thanks for filling in tonight. You did a great job." Donna gaped at him, and then went and took her shower. When she came back out of the bathroom, she was dressed in what she had originally been wearing. The men nodded, and smiled at her – And ushered her out of the room. Donna stood in the opulent hall of the huge hotel, wondering what to do . . . and then she went home. Steff Ch. 05 Donna Williamson volunteered at the local high school as a career/college counselor. She went to the school twice a week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and interviewed with the students, giving them choices so that hopefully they would not choose a college degree that was a waste of time, or a career that they would end up hating in a year. That Thursday she went straight from work. She had worn a dress that morning that was quite a bit different than she was used to wearing. The skirt was tight, and ended several inches above her shapely knees, and she was also wearing a tight thin button up sweater. It clung to the lush curves of her body, molding itself to her firm, large breasts contained in the tight red bra. The only thing that allowed her to get away with that was the jacket she was wearing, a double breasted affair that allowed her to hide most of her generous breasts. That and the fact that she kept the sweater buttoned up to the very top. The last interview of the day was with a young man named James Loftin, a nineteen year old student. He was a smart student, but puzzled her because he only tried hard enough at his studies to continue to play football. She had talked with the coach, though. That man had looked at her with his spooky pale gray eyes and said he was not good enough to get into the pros by a long shot, and that James knew it. Donna was regretting wearing the jacket now. The air-conditioning in the little office they allowed her to use was out, and she was starting to sweat. The door opened, and James Loftin entered the room. He was a tall man, just over nineteen, with a handsome, open face and an easy natural smile. He stood six four, enough to make Donna feel small by comparison. "Hey, Ms. Williamson," James said. "Your daughter told me to say hi to you." "Thank you, Mr. Loftin," Donna said. God, it was hot in here. She watched James sit down on the short couch, and unfastened two buttons of the jacket, just to get some more air. She sat down next to James, and they talked for twenty minutes. The janitor looked in. "I'm going to lock up now, Ms. Williamson. Do you need anything else?" "No, I'll be done in a few minutes, Mr. Corbell." "OK. Just get Tony to let you out. He's down in the boiler room." "Alright, thank you," Donna said as he shut the door. She turned back to James, and saw him staring at her chest. She looked down, and realized her jacket had opened far enough to allow him to see her breasts contained in the tight sweater. With a small sound of despair, she realized that the edge of the bra was easily visible where the soft, silky flesh of her firmly soft mounds were pushing over it, and that her plump nipples were also stiff. She got up from the couch. "I'm sorry, James. I . . . I was just hot," she told him over her shoulder as she refastened the buttons to the jacket. "It is hot in here, Ms. Williams," he replied. "Why don't you come back over here, I have something else I want to talk to you about. I think I made up my mind what I want to do. I should be able to retire in ten years." Donna looked at the young man. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He had always seemed so nice, but the way he had been ogling her tits just then . . . A shiver went through her. She should just tell him it would have to wait till next time. Instead, she walked back over to the couch. Before she could sit down, though, he took one of her hands in his big one. "It is hot in here. I wouldn't mind if you took your jacket off, Ms. Williamson," he smiled up at her. Donna was sweating. Well, nothing would happen -- they were in the middle of a school after all. So she undid the buttons, and slipped the jacket from her slim shoulders, threw it over the arm of the couch and sat down. She was immediately sorry that she had, for the boys eyes went right back to her proud breasts. "Well, what were you thinking of," she said miserably, shifting on the couch. His eyes went from her breasts to her thick, muscular thighs, and he wondered suddenly whether she was wearing panty hose or stockings. "Well, I've given it a lot of thought, Ms. Williams. I've already went and interviewed, and I go to work as soon as I'm nineteen. It's going to pay about three grand a week." Donna was interested despite herself. 'What kind of job pays that money where you don't have to have a college degree, James?" she asked. "I'm gonna be a porn star, Ms. Williamson," he said, so animated. He leaned forward, and when he put one hand on her knee she did not think anything of it. "James, I . . . " she did not know what to say. "That's disgusting! How do you get such a job?" "I went and interviewed. The guy had me fuck his wife right there on the couch. It was wild, Ms. Williamson! Then he joined in, and I was fucking her while she sucked his dick. What's the matter, Ms. Williamson, you look like you're getting hot again. You should undo that sweater some." Donna reached up and undid the top button to the sweater as she said "James, you can't do that for a living!" "Why not? My dicks big enough. Here, I'll show you," he said. Before Donna could say a word, the nineteen year old man had stood up, and was peeling his pants down. As he sat back down on the couch he drew his shirt off, so he was sitting there naked next to her. Donna's breath froze in her throat. She undid one more button, and tried to think of something to say. She was staring at his thick meat. The shaft was already a good nine inches, and he was not even hard yet. The big, purple head of the shaft looked strange. As she watched the thing twitched. "James, put that away right now," she said, but he just smiled. "It's the perfect job, Ms. Williamson. I mean, getting paid to fuck?" "Please don't use that word, James," Donna said softly, but the boy did not even listen. "Sure, its not a good long term career, but like I say, I can save my money, retire in about ten years. What guy wouldn't want to do that?" "But how can you kiss a complete stranger?" Donna said. She could not get the image of this young stud fucking another man's wife while that man had his cock sucked at the same time by the same woman. She could not stop thinking about the 'party' she had entertained at. "It's easy, I'll show you," James smiled, his hand back on her leg now, above her knee. "Just pretend its someone you know. You don't really kiss anyway." And then he was bending over her. Donna leaned back against the back of the couch, then she felt his sensuous, full lips pressing against hers, felt his tongue flick outward slightly. "James, this is . . . mmphh, mnnnnnn," Donna Williamson protested softly as the young man bent over her further and slipped his thick tongue into her mouth. The middle-aged bride to be pushed at him with her hands, but he just leaned her back against the couch. Finally, she managed to tear her mouth from his. His mouth, hot and wet, slipped to her throat. "James, this is ridiculous. Please, just get dressed and I won't be forced to tell anyone what has happened here!" She pushed at his chest again -- she couldn't believe how muscular the young man was! His chest was as hard as a rock. His wet, hot mouth nibbling at her slim throat was making her dizzy. She tilted her head slightly, inadvertently giving his mouth more room on her silky, flushed skin. "I don't want to get dressed yet, bitch. I want you to take me seriously. I have what it takes to be a porn star!" "Yes, I . . . I'm sure you do, James, but please! I'm almost old enough to be your mother!" She somehow pushed away from him, and stood up on trembling legs. She walked over to the desk, and said in a shaking voice, "I think you should just go now, James!" Donna put her hands on the desk. She was surprised she could stand at all. She heard James stand up, but did not hear the rustle of his clothes as he put them back on. Instead, she felt his hands slip onto her curvy hips, begin caressing them slightly. "James, I told you to -- Oh! Oh my gosh, what are you doing?" Donna turned her head to look at him. He was smiling back at her, and pushed forward a bit more. His fat cock log flattened against her soft, round ass. It felt huge through the skirt she was wearing! He began moving slightly, dry fucking her with his cock as his hands slipped upward from her hips. Donna did not come to her senses until she felt his big hands engulf her heaving, grapefruit sized breasts. She let out a gasping moan and turned around somehow. He backed up slightly, but his huge prick was pushing against her belly through the thin shirt. She could feel wetness there, and knew he was oozing precum onto her expensive sweater! He reached up, and Donna bit her lower lip and looked at his hands as he unfastened the next button on the sweater. "James, please, . . . What do you think you're doing?" "I'm getting a look at these tits, bitch," he replied. "I've wanted to see these for so long! You're a fucking knockout, Ms. Williamson!" "James, please, just, ohnnnn, nnnoooo, please don't do that," she moaned ineffectually as he eased another button open, and then another. His fingers dropped to the next button as Donna looked into the young man's eyes. She should be crying out, but she knew that would do no good. The only other person in the school was the other janitor, and he was down in the boiler room. She looked back down at his hands, and was mortified that the edge of her frilly little bra was visible. Her breasts looked like they were going to come right out of the skimpy garment. She tried again to brush his hands away, but before she could clear her head he had the sweater all the way undone. He flipped the halves apart, and then captured her hands as she tried to cover her tits. "James, I'm going to be married. You don't want to be held for rape, do you?" "I just want to look at these tits, bitch," James replied, staring in awe at her knockers. He could see the edge of her nipples, and could also see the thick buds poking through the silk of the bra. "You can just look at them for a moment then, James, but no touching me with your hands, OK?" 'Yeah, sure, Ms. Williamson," James said, and let go of her wrists. Donna swallowed heavily. What was she doing? She screamed to herself, but instead of making a dash for the door she slowly leaned back on the desk, arching her back for the boy. His fat, spongy cock knob was now rubbing against the flat, silky smooth skin of her belly. His eyes devoured her. Then he was leaning over her. Donna gasped as his mouth traced her collarbone. "James, I told you no touching!" she moaned sharply. "You said no touching with my hands, Ms. Williamson," he mumbled against her flushed, hot skin. His mouth dropped lower, and he began kissing and licking at her exposed cleavage. Donna stared at him from slitted eyes. She would not allow herself to lose control as she had done the other night -- that was not an option. She would let this boy kiss her cleavage for a bit, and then it would be over. She was sure nothing else would come of it. His hands cradled her waist, and she arched her back a bit more. His mouth dropped lower, and then he was biting her engorged nipple through the skimpy bra. "Ahhh, onnhhh, no, James, don't do that!" she sighed, and then moaned when his teeth pulled the bra cup down far enough so that her nipple popped out of the tight confines. He immediately sucked the nipple deep into his mouth. Her slight body actually jerked at the feel of the boys tongue curling around her nipple, and she gasped sharply when his teeth bit and twisted the sensitive bud. "Ohhhnnnn, god, James, please, please don't do that! I'll do anything, just stop!" "Lay back on the desk," James said softly, pushing her up on the desk. Donna Williamson looked at him out of wide eyes as he straddled her torso, then his thick log was slapping down between her breasts, which were spread apart slightly from her laying on her back. Her round firm melons were already wet from his thick tongue, and as she watched he spat once, then twice and three times on her heaving mounds. He rubbed his spit into her firm breasts, and then pushed them together over his raging cock as he began sliding his hips, driving his boney in between her glorious, soft mounds. He squeezed her breasts roughly as he tittie fucked her, and Donna could not stop her eyes from rolling backwards. She was breathing heavily, trying not to writhe to much, but the feel of the man's big hands abusing her soft, sensitive breasts had her breath rasping in her throat. The feel of his cock was worse, and the pungent, but not unpleasant smell of the fat thing. It bumped the underside of her chin -- Donna rubbed her thighs together harder -- her big, firm knockers - perhaps a bit larger than large grapefruits now, for the young 19 year old had made them swell up, were throbbing as James squeezed big handfuls of them, then pinched and twisted her nipples. She was breathing in sharp pants now, and then, quite suddenly, she was jerking and writhing beneath the nineteen year old student in a powerful orgasm. She writhed and twisted in orgasmic anguish; her breasts were hypersensitive, and she almost blacked out - she did lose all sense of herself, gasping and panting for him to "Fuck my titties, ohnnnn, yesss, please fuck my titties James!!!" She finally came to her senses, somewhat, and said in shaky voice, "James, please, just let me up for a moment! Or at least let me off the desk!" "OK, I'll let ya up, Ms. Williamson!, And then you can get down on your knees, bitch!" James growled, standing up straight. Before Donna could do or say anything, he picked her up from the desk, finished peeling off her sweater and bra, and then pushed her down to her knees. She placed her hands on the fronts of his thighs -- they were like tree trunks, and his cock stood out stiffly, at least ten inches long and bigger around than her wrist. She stared at the monster apprehensively until he leaned forward and began rubbing the plum sized knob against her soft cheek. "James, I don't know what you think your doing," Donna said, trying to keep her voice steady. She felt his fingers twisting in her long hair -- it was still up in a bun, but that was coming loose. Without a word, he turned her head slightly, and drew her juicy lips down the side of his cock. "Your lips feel great on my cock, Ms. Williamson," he rasped as he looked down at the gorgeous woman. Her skin looked so pale alongside his black skin, and that made even more blood rush to his tool. He drew her pouting, luscious lips back to the tip of his cock and began rubbing his leaking cock crown over her lips. Donna tried to mumble another protest, but when he felt her breath against his cock dome, he pulled forward on her hair. Donna let out a startled sound as his knob bruised her lips and pushed at her already parted teeth. Seemingly of their own free will, her jaws dropped open further, and then further. She shook her head slightly, but then his fat knob was inside the ring of her lips. "Nnnnnnn, mnnnnnnn!" Donna moaned around the fat piece of meat, and looked at it cross-eyed as he leaned forward, slowly driving two more inches of his meat into her hot, wet mouth. "Fuck yeah, that feels great, Ms. Williamson!" Now James voice was trembling. The woman's jaws were stretched wide as he fed another inch into her mouth, then another. He noticed that her eyes had drooped closed, and that she was not pushing so hard against his thighs now. Donna Williamson breathed heavily through her nose, and tried to ignore the way the monster cock in her mouth was pressing her tongue flat, tried to ignore the taste, the feel of her face being stretched out. James held her head still, and Donna moaned again when he began swaying slowly, driving the first six inches of his fat tool in and out of her plump, pouting lips. Donna made another moaning noise of protest, but her long fingered hands, while still gripping the young man's thighs, were no longer trying to push him away. She straightened slightly. She felt him take his hand away from her head, but she did not pull away as he continued to sway in and out of her. Her cheeks hollowed slightly as she began sucking and licking at the tube of flesh in her mouth. She did not know why, but she could not resist the urge to suck on the fat dick any more than she had been able to resist the thundering orgasm he had given her. She started to move her head then, bobbing it up and down the long shaft, sucking more noisily now. She moved one had to the base of James' cock, and began jacking his dick as she fucked her mouth up and down it also. Donna heard the young man grunt, and then he was shooting a long spurt of cum into her hungry, sucking mouth. "Mmmmmm, hhhhhmmmnnnn!!!!" she moaned as she swallowed his cum, and then another jet threatened to choke her. She swallowed frantically, but even so some dripped from the corners of her mouth. "That was great, Ms. Williamson, but I'm gonna have to go now, I have to meet my girlfriend," the young man said. In less than a minute, he was gone, leaving the door open as Donna Williamson stared at him in shock. She realized that her hand was under her skirt, and she stood up and leaned against the desk. Her left hand rose to cup one of her heaving, large, sensitive mounds, and the other began pressing harder against her silk panties. She had her eyes closed -- all she needed was one more orgasm, and then she could leave! She felt something against her silky, slim throat, and straightened -- and realized with shock that the other handyman, Tony, was in the room, and had bent down to nuzzle her neck! "Ohn, my god," Donna cried, and snatched her hand from under the skirt -- then she was crossing her arms over her impressive breasts. She tried to move away from him, but his arms were around her, one arm going around the back, holding her at the right hip, the other on her belly. "Don't worry, Donna, I just want to help you," he whispered in her shell like ear, and then he was nuzzling her neck again as he left hand traced small circles on her naked belly. She stood stock still, and then made a soft sound when she felt his hands at her skirt - a moment later it was sliding down her legs. He picked her up and put her on the desk. Her hands still covered her breasts, and she watched with wide eyes as he spread her legs apart. "This might help," he said, winking at her, and then he was bending down. Donna shivered and could not stop a small, lingering moan as she felt his lips and tongue on the inside of her thigh - tracing her delicate flesh - and then it moved over her silk clad pussy, and the tongue became harder, somehow found her inflamed clit through the panties. Donna's lithe body twitched slightly, and she reached out and braced herself by gripping the edge of the desk; she realized that her breasts were now exposed, but could not think of that for the moment. She felt him pulling her panties to one side, and then she felt his naked tongue burrowing into her wet, tight slit. "Uhnnnnnn, ooooooo, ohh, yesssssss, I'm gonna come again! I'm gonna come again!" she wailed, and ground her hips up, laying flat on the desk as he ate her out, one hand squeezing her ass, the other rolling and squeezing her tight, firm breast. Donna was not sure how long she lay there in delirium - she knew the man ate her out through the entire first wave of the orgasm, and at some point after that she became aware that he had stood up, and was peeling the panties from her long legs. Then he was hooking her ankles over his shoulders as she lay flat on the desk. Donna bit her lip as the man stepped forward; she felt something hard against her pussy, and she stared him in the eyes as he slowly began rocking into her. She did not say a word, but when the flared knob of what felt like a very nice dick pushed past her pussy lips she could not stop a small yelp followed by a soft moan. Steff Ch. 05 She realized she was panting as the maintenance man began rocking his hips slightly harder, driving more and more of his eight inch pole into her spasming pussy. She gripped the edge of the desk, and swiveled her hips slightly; her swollen breasts were rolling on her chest from the motions of her body, but her hands at the edge of he desk held her in position against his more and more vigorous thrusts. "Uhnn, uhn, yesssss, fuck me harder, you bastard! Fuck me harder!" she gasped and moaned loudly; the man's lean hips were now slapping into hers, and every few thrusts he would stop and grind himself into her. He reached out with both hands and began mauling her breasts. During one of those times, when his loins were locked with hers, when he ground himself into her in just that way, where her clitty was smashed and driven to delirious despair, she had her biggest orgasm yet; it crashed into her like a wave, almost unexpected, and had her thrashing on the desk, screaming like a whore: "Fuck me harder! Fuck me with your big fuckin cock!" She watched with dazed eyes as the man, grinning like some maniac, pulled out and jerked his twitching rod, and she cried aloud as thick ropes of his cum shot over her belly and breasts. She could not resist the sick urge to scoop it off of her breasts and lick it from her fingers. She was beginning to love the taste of sperm - and the feel of strange, hard cocks pummeling her body. "Cya next week!" the man said, and left. Donna wondered if she would return. Steff Ch. 06 "Honey, I really think we should have talked about this first," Stefannie Peters was saying. Sam smiled at her, and rubbed her shoulder. "I understand that, babe, but my brother needed an answer, and I couldn't get ahold of you anywhere. Don't worry, his sons are really old enough to look after themselves. He just doesn't want to leave them alone while he's gone to Europe. They're nineteen, and starting college next year." "I hope you're right, Sam," Stefannie said grumpily. "Course I am. Now, I will want you to pick them up at the airport - their flight comes in at ten tomorrow morning. OK?" Stefannie nodded agreement, but she still did not want strangers in her house. They were her nephews after all, though, and she knew they had not seen their Uncle Sam for some years now. She wondered how close to nineteen they were - she knew that the youngest was within a year of the oldest. His name was Kevin; his younger brother was named Brian. She had debated for weeks now about telling Sam about her affairs with the other men - the last she had had was Mark, one of the yard young men. He had forced her to suck his cock, and then fucked her on the living room rug. She tried to tell herself it had been rape, and she had almost talked herself into believing it. In any case, she was deeply ashamed of the way she had acted. Even thinking about it made her blush with shame. The next morning, she went to the airport right on time, dressed in a loose sweatshirt and jeans. She had dressed less provocatively since the men had forced themselves on her, and it seemed to be working. Stefannie had made a little sign, and as she stood at the gateway for United Airlines, she held it up. To her dismay, the young men that walked towards reminded her forcefully of the two brothers on the yard crew - but then she shook her head - it was just guilt over the affair. They pointed at the sign, and laughed as they walked closer. "Wow, what a chauffeur," Kevin said, and swept her into a hug before she could gather herself. She felt the man's young body against hers, hard with well-defined muscle; felt her big, firm tits mashing against his chest. He hugged her tighter, smashing her firm body to his hard one, and then was letting her go. "Wow, you guys have gotten big," Stefannie said inanely, trying not to think about how tightly the young man had held her. Young man! He was almost as old as she was. Brian just looked at her and smiled. Something about his eyes made Stefannie look away. "You're just as gorgeous as ever," Kevin smiled back. The last time she had seen them was when she and Sam had first started dating, about three years ago. Kevin made small talk as they drove towards the house, but Brian said little, only that he was tired from the trip. By the time they got to the house, Kevin had made her laugh several times, and she was glad that they had come. They were nice young men, even if Brian didn't say anything much. The young men got settled into the spare bedroom quickly; she heard them talking through the door as she walked down the hall, and blushed when she realized they were talking about her being such a 'hotty'. "You guys want some lunch?" she hollered up at them about an hour later, and soon they were sitting outside, eating grilled cheese and tomato soup. "This is a really nice place y'all have got, Aunt Steffy," Brian said, smiling at her for the first time. "Well, thank you, Brian," Stefannie said. She had changed to some shorts and a loose T-shirt, and she was shocked to see the young man studying her breasts through the thin cotton - not that he could see much. She had purposely chosen a loose fitting shirt, but it still outlined her large breasts. "Great looking pool," Kevin said from the other side of her. "Can we go swimming after lunch?" "I think that would be alright," Stefannie said softly. "Great. You can change into a suit to, can't you, Aunt Steffy?" Brian said. Stefannie nodded her head, agreeing, before remembering that she didn't own any bathing suits that could be regarded as modest. What am I worried about? She said to herself. These young men were her nephews. There was nothing to worry about. The young men were already jumping off the diving board when Stefannie came down; she was dressed in the least revealing bathing suit she had, which didn't say much. The thing was made out of a sheer white fabric, cut high at the hips, but covering a fair amount of her soft, round ass. The top was a bit worse - she had not remembered it being so small, but her ample breasts pushed against the fabric of the top, leaving a good portion of her tanned breasts visible to the lads' hungry eyes. Kevin whistled and cheered when he saw her. "Man, you look great, Aunt Steffy," he enthused. Brian was staring at her just as hard, and he smiled thinly when she saw him looking. She blushed at the way the younger brother (he was just over nineteen, his brother almost twenty) studied her lush, curvy body, and jumped into the water. They practiced diving, and splashed around, and Stefannie gradually quit thinking about how the young men were staring at her. At one point, Kevin got out of the pool to jump into the water again. Both the young men were wearing loose boxer type swim trunks, but Stefannie noticed that, even through the loose shorts, she could see the length of the young man's cock. It had grown hard, and Stefannie did not have to think to long on what had caused that to happen. All she had to do was look at her body; her plump nipples had hardened till they were clearly visible through the thin bikini top. And she had been at the shallow end of the pool, the water barely covering her curvy hips, rubbing lotion into her belly and exposed bosom. Brian was still staring at her with burning eyes. Stefannie flushed, and made some lame excuse - it was lame even to her ears - and fled the pool. The image of the young man's fat, semi hard cock through his swim trunks haunted her all that night. By the next morning, she had talked herself into believing she had imagined the whole episode. Brian was friendlier than ever at breakfast, and Sam leaned over and kissed her hard on his way out the door. "Dress up really nice this evening, baby," he said. "I'm gonna take you out for a night on the town - just us two. Dress sexy!" The day passed quickly - she and the young men went to eat lunch at the sagebrush, and they acted just young men should. She decided, though, that despite the fact Brian was the younger of the two he was the dominant brother. They went home from lunch, and Stefannie began getting ready for her date with her husband. She showered, all the time thinking about what to wear. She shaved her legs carefully, and then a naughty thought occurred to her. She and one of her friends had been talking last week about how some women shaved their pussy. It seemed a naughty thought, but Stefannie shrugged. She would try it out, see if it rekindled some of the old flame between herself and Sam. She went slow and careful, shaving away the hair till her clam was as smooth as silk, with just a small triangle of hair over her womanhood, pointing downward like some kind of arrow. She giggled at the way it looked, and nervously hoped that Sam would like it. She donned white hose and a garter belt, then a pair of thong panties that tied at the hips and a small, push up bra that fastened from the front. It pushed her big breasts up and out further than normal, and the silk felt fabulous against her sensitive nipples. She thought about what dress to wear, but decided she needed a drink. After applying some makeup - she didn't need much, just a bit of blush and some glistening pink lipstick - she put on a zip up top and some loose sweat pants so she could fix herself a drink without having to worry about Brian and Kevin ogling her. She was sipping her third Margarita when the phone rang, and she answered it cheerfully. "I'm sorry, honey," Sam was saying after a moment. "I have to go out of town. I know you were looking forward to going out tonight, but it can't be helped. There's a whole group of us going." "No, I . . . " god, she felt like she was going to cry! How could he do this to her? "That's all right, honey, you can make it up to me somehow," she said, and hung the phone up. She wandered upstairs in a daze. She had not heard the young men in some time, but now she heard a shower running. Well, that was where one of them was, anyway. She looked in their room as she was passing, and saw a glossy magazine on one of the beds. Something caught her eye, and she stepped into the room, then gasped when she saw what was on the cover of the magazine. There was a blonde woman there, knelt down in front of a man, and his large, thick cock was lodged halfway into the woman's mouth. Stefannie picked the magazine up in a daze, staring at the cover in shocked disbelief. How had the young men gotten ahold of such smut? She asked herself. "Oh, shit!" she heard Kevin's voice, and turned to see him standing in the doorway to the bedroom, a guilty look on his face. He was wearing his swim trunks again. For a nineteen-year-old she noticed, not for the first time, he had a very muscular build. Without thinking, her eyes fell to his crotch. Yes, she could see the outline of his prick. As she watched, it twitched slightly, and she jerked her eyes away, hoping that he had not noticed, thankful that this was not Brian. "I think we need to talk about this, young man," she said in as stern a voice as she could manage. "Downstairs. Now." "Yes, Aunt Stefannie," Kevin replied. Stefannie nodded, and waited for him to leave, then realized he was staring at her chest. The zip up top did cling a bit tightly to her DD cup breasts, she realized, but she would not give Kevin a chance to think up a defense. This type of smut in her house was unacceptable! "Now, Kevin," she said hotly, and he nodded, embarrassed, and turned to walk downstairs. They sat on the couch, and Stefannie threw the offensive magazine on the table. "Now, what is this about, Kevin. I am sure your parents would not approve of this type of . . . thing." "Well, I . . . " Kevin squirmed on the couch, and looked at the cover of the magazine, then shrugged. "I don't know, Aunt Stefannie, I just enjoy looking at it. I jack off to it. It's fun." Stefannie could not believe her ears; could not believe the young man had just said what he had. "Kevin, you shouldn't talk to me that -!" "Where the fuck's my magazine?" Brian's voice came from the stairs, and Stefannie looked around. The younger brother was coming around the corner of the stairs. He stopped when he saw them, and then walked forward. All he had on was a towel wrapped around his slim hips. Even though he was not as big as his brother, his muscles stood out in sharp detail. Stefannie looked away from him as he came closer. 'Oh, there it is," he said, and sat down on the couch next to his aunt, staring at her. She was a dish, Brian thought to himself. The tight top she had on clung to her breasts, and he could see the soft line of her bra where her big titties overflowed it, but her best feature had to be her face, with those exotic almond shaped eyes and plump, sensuous lips. He felt his cock stir under the towel, and reached forward and picked up the magazine. "Brian, I think the best thing to do would be to destroy that filth. I will not allow such things in my house." "Come on, Aunt Stefannie," he said, smiling at her. "Have you even looked at it?" "No, I don't have to," Stefannie said. She looked at Kevin, sitting on the other side of her, and then glanced quickly back at Brian. "I've seen all I need to see from the cover, thank you very much." "Oh, come on, you can't judge something by the cover - that's what my mom always told me. We can look through it together, and if you still think its filth, I'll get rid of it. OK?" Stefannie did not know what to do. The young man was sitting to close to her, his thigh almost touching hers, and his eyes were as hard as ever. She could not believe he was only nineteen. Finally, she nodded and said, "OK," in a soft voice. All the anger had drained out of her, replaced by . . . what? Fear? She felt her belly churning slightly as Brian laid the magazine on her lap so she could get a clear view of it. She started when she felt his other hand on her back, but did not say anything. He reached out, and turned to the first page of the magazine. "There, that's not to bad, now is it?" he said. Stefannie shook her head mutely; it actually wasn't. The blonde that had been on the cover was dressed in a long robe, and talking to what was apparently some type of repairman. Brian exchanged a look with his brother, and grinned widely. They had talked of little else but Stefannie's magnificent body since they had arrived here, and Brian thought to himself that they might get to see a bit of it before the day was out. On the next page, the repairman was kissing the woman; it was obvious that his tongue was in her mouth. On the page facing that he was still kissing her, but his hand had also worked her robe open and he was cupping one of her big, naked breasts. Stefannie swallowed as Brian said: "See, nothing but a bit of a kiss." "He's feeling her up, Brian. This magazine is disgusting. I think I'll just let Sam handle this." "Come on, Aunt Steffy," Kevin said from the other side of her. "You said you'd look through the whole thing." He reached out and laid his hand on her knee, squeezed it in a familiar fashion. "Anyway, don't you like your big tits to be felt up, Aunt Steffy?" Brian asked from the other side of her. "Most girls do, you know." "That's none of your business, Brian," she said, still startled that he would talk to her that way. "Well, I'll bet you do," he said, smiling in a way she didn't quite like. He flipped the next page; the man was now standing behind the woman, both his hands squeezing her naked breasts. The woman's eyes were closed, and her mouth hung open. The look on her face was one of unmistakable lust. "See? She likes it - or she's a good actress," Brian snickered, and flipped the page again. Stefannie felt her mouth go dry; the man was now naked, and his fat cock stood out from his body like a bar of iron. Stefannie could not believe how large the man's dick looked, at least ten inches long and thick. The woman was kneeling before him, and had a hand wrapped around the fat shaft. She felt her nipples stiffen involuntarily, and shifted on the couch. Brian's hand was now rubbing up and down her back. "God, look at that guys big cock," Brian said slyly. "It's disgusting," Stefannie said in a trembling voice. "No real man has . . . " her voice trailed off in confusion, and she looked around the room. The man did have a tremendous tool. She wondered what something so huge would feel like. "Nah - Kevin's cock is that big, Aunt Steffy," Brian said. "Why don't you show her, Kevin?" "Sure," Kevin said from the other side of her, and reached down, quickly skimmed his swim trunks down his legs. Stefannie looked down at the young man's half-hard cock - it was gigantic! It was only half-hard, but it was still almost eight inches already, with a fat, almost purple head. Stefannie tore her eyes away from her nephew's dick, and said in a thick voice: "Put that thing away, young man!" "I can't, Aunt Steffy," Kevin said innocently. "It's to hard. If I try to put it back in my shorts, it'll hurt! You look kinda hot, Aunt Steffy," he said then, and before she knew what was happening, he reached up smoothly, and drew the zipper at the front of her shirt down a good twelve inches. "What do you think you're doing, young man?" Stefannie demanded, looking at him in shock, trying to ignore the fact that he was sitting next to her with his penis poking up into the air. "You did look hot, Aunt," Brian said from the other side of her, giving Kevin a silent cheer. He could now see quite a bit of cleavage, and could just see the edge of her frilly bra. Her breasts looked even more amazing than they had yesterday in that little bikini she had been wearing. The next page was the same picture that had been on the cover - the woman had her lips wrapped around the man's fat tool, at least half its length stuffed in her throat, and on the facing page . . . Stefannie gasped again. The fellow's hands were gripping her hair, and almost all of his cockmeat was in her mouth, and down her throat. "Mm, that looks sexy. What do you think, Aunt Steffy?" Brian asked slyly. His hand was kneading her back, and he was looking intently at her exposed breasts, but for some reason Stefannie did not even think of zipping her top back up. "That's disgusting," she heard herself say. "Only a slut would do something like that." She tried not to think about the fact that she had sucked several cocks, neither of them her husbands. "You mean you've never had a fat cock rammed down your throat?" Kevin asked. She looked at him, saw that he was slowly sliding his fist up and down his huge shaft. "No, of course not," she stammered, and looked to Brian for help. She swallowed when she saw that he to was naked. He had flipped the towel off, and his cock was also standing straight up. Not as big as Kevin's, but still at least ten inches long. "Um, guys, look, I should be . . . getting . . . I mean, going upstairs." "We're only about halfway through the magazine," Brian said. "Anyway, I'm feeling pretty self-conscious. I mean, we're both naked, and obviously enjoying this magazine, and your still all dressed up in your sweat clothes. Why don't we just take this top off for you?" "No! I mean, Brian . . . Brian, please!" she gasped as he reached up and drew the zipper the rest of the way down, then flicked it open. She tried ineffectually to stop them, but they were peeling the shirt down and off her slim arms despite her protests. Then she was sitting between the two naked lads, naked herself from the waist up but for her skimpy, sexy bra. It pushed her big, silky soft knockers together, barely covering her aureole. Her nipples were now as stiff as rocks, and easily visible through the silk fabric. With a trembling hand, she reached out and flipped the next page, then drew in a sharp breath as Brian's hand returned to rubbing her back. His hand felt much to hot on her flushed skin. On the first page facing her, the woman was straddling the man; the facing page was a close up of his giant cock, bulling its way into her shaved pussy. Stefannie flushed a deep red as she looked down at the picture. The woman's cunt lips - she had her pussy shaved just like Stefannie - were pouting out around the fat shaft. There were only about three inches sunk into her pussy. "How come your nipples are so stiff, Aunt Steffy?" Brian asked suddenly. "I mean, if this stuff turns you off so much." "What?" Stefannie asked, turning to look at him. She felt sandwiched between the two young men, and could hardly catch her breath. Her breasts were itching crazily, and she could tell her pussy was starting to juice up. "Kevin, feel how stiff her nipples are!" Brian ordered. Kevin immediately reached up, and captured her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, began twisting it and pulling on it lightly. "Kevin, please! Stop that right now!" Stefannie wailed softly. She tried to push his hand away, but he only squeezed harder, till a flash of pain went off in Stefannie's head. She took her hand away from his arm, and sat there miserably while he pinched and squeezed her engorged nipple. She tried to tell herself that she was horrified, but her body was betraying her. Flashes of lust shot from her breast, making her breath short in her throat. Steff Ch. 06 "Jack me off and I'll stop," Kevin said in a strange voice from beside her. Stefannie shook her head no. She couldn't do that; there was no way she would do that! "Come on, Steffy," Brian whispered in her ear. His hot breath made Stefannie shudder softly. "Don't you want to feel what his big dick feels like? We won't tell anyone." Stefannie swallowed, and without allowing herself to think about what she was doing she reached out with her right hand, slowly wrapped her long fingers around the fat shaft. The feel of the young man's prick was electrifying! She tightened her grip without thinking about it, then began running her hand up and down his shaft. "You said you'd stop touching me," she said in a shaky voice. Kevin laughed, and then let go of her nipple. She tried to pull her hand away, but he grabbed her wrist, and pulled her hot, sweaty palm back to his rock hard boner. "You got to jack me off, Aunt Steffy!" he crowed. Stefannie swallowed, and nodded nervously, than began running her hand up and down the huge shaft again. "You want to jack me off, to, Aunt Steffy?" Brian asked from her other side, and she shook her head. "I guess I get to feel your nipples then, don't I?" he smiled. He reached up, and began twisting and pulling on the pointy tip of her left breast. "Brian, I didn't say you could do that!" Stefannie moaned softly. She was sitting very straight, with her back arched. Brian didn't even say anything to her protest, just went on toying with her stiff nipple. Finally, Stefannie reached out with her other hand and flipped the next page. The first page showed the woman still on top of the man; she was bent further over him, and he was sucking on one of the blonde's breasts. The facing page was once again a close-up, but this time the giant dick was shoved all the way in the slick folds of the woman's cunt. "Ohhnnn, noooo!" Stefannie gasped as Brian suddenly pulled one of her bra cups down. She watched out of slitted eyes as he bent over, and then his mouth was closing around her stiff left nipple. "Noo, Brian, just play with it," she pleaded desperately. Her right hand was still jacking up and down on Kevin's big meat pole, going from the base all the way to the fat knob. "Ahhnn!" Stefannie gasped as Brian's agile tongue flicked against her nipple. Her slight body shuddered at the feel of the young mans hot mouth on her breast, and she moaned again louder when his teeth captured her nipple, began biting at it playfully. She was barely aware of his hand now cupping and squeezing her other breast strongly. "Please, Brian," she gasped. "Please, stop this." She knew if she could get Brian to stop, Kevin would be no problem. His teeth found her turgid nipple again, and she let out a long, low moan as he bit down on the sensitive bud gently. "Unnnhhhh, please, I'll - please, just stop!" He took the magazine, and threw it on the table, then nudged her legs open and stepped between them. His young cock stuck straight out from his body, looking too large for his wiry frame. "Jack me off, Aunt Steffy," he ordered. Stefannie swallowed, and looked around the room. Her right hand continued sliding up and down Kevin's foot long shaft, and she tried to put out of her mind the thought of what that monster would feel like in her starved pussy. She reached up slowly with her left hand, and began jacking Brian's cock also, so that both her hands were filled with fat young shafts. The young housewife could not believe what was happening. These were her nephews, and she was giving them both a hand job at the same time! "Ohh, yeah, that feels great, Aunt Steffy," Brian crowed. She stared up into his face for a moment, and he grinned down at her. 'Why don't you give it a little kiss too, Aunt Steffy? That'd be really nice." "Don't be absurd, Brian," she said softly, but then she found herself staring back down at his monster cock. He stepped forward a bit more, till his rampant manhood was only six inches from her gasping mouth. Kevin's hand was on her back then, pressing her forward. She turned her head at the last moment, and then Brian's bulbous, fat cock head was rubbing against her cheek. She felt a smear of precum on her cheek. Kevin's hand was still on her back. She turned her head slightly, wanting to protest, but then her plump, full lips were pressed against the fat, spongy knob of his dick. Her pink lipstick smeared off on the knob, and Brian had to shut his eyes for a moment. He waited breathlessly, then let out a long moan as he felt her warm breath on his knob. A moment later, her mouth dropped open further. The steady pressure from Kevin's hand pressed her further forward, till the sexy O of her lips slipped over the fat crown of his penis. Stefannie pulled her hands away from the angry cocks, and put them against the fronts of Brian's thighs. She somehow managed to hold herself still from the pressure of Kevin's hand at her back. But then his strong hand was sliding upwards. He grabbed a thick tangle of hair at the back of her head, and then he was pushing forward, till another inch of Brian's fat shaft slipped past her pouting lips and into the warm, wet cave of her mouth. "There you go, Steffy," she heard one of the young men say - she couldn't tell which. "Don't you like the feel of that dick in your mouth?" Stefannie shook her head, and mewled softly deep in her throat as Kevin's hand nudged again, forcing another two inches of the rampant straining meat into her mouth. She could feel every ripple of the rock hard shaft against her tongue and lips, and knew she would be leaving soft smears of lipstick on the shaft. Stefannie shuddered delicately, and pressed her tongue to the bottom of the young man's shaft as Kevin pulled backwards on her hair. Then he was setting a steady rhythm, moving her head back and forth so that Brian's fat dick was sliding in and out of her mouth. Her eyes drooped shut, and without thinking about what she was doing, she started sucking softly on the thick meat. "Oh, fuck, yessssss, Aunt Steffy, that's fucking great," she heard Brian's voice hiss. "Ohhhnnnn, fuuuuck!" he screamed, and a moment later he was shooting off in her mouth. Stefannie swallowed without thought, loving the taste of the young man's cum. She was sucking on the knob as he got off, but as fast as she was swallowing, a small trace of his cum dripped from the corners of her mouth and fell to her heaving tits. Finally, she sat back on the couch, a dazed expression on her face. Brian was grinning at her, his eyes hard and evil. "I hope your happy now," she spat at him, wiping the cum from her lips. "For now," he sneered, and turned and walked away. She sat there trembling as she watched him disappear up the stairs, and then became aware that Kevin was once again rubbing her back. "Come on, aunt Steffy, you aren't going to leave me like this, are you?" Kevin asked from beside her, and then was pulling her over. His lips sealed with hers. As depraved as what she had just done was, she didn't expect the kiss that Kevin gave her. She was so startled, he had his tongue in her mouth before she knew what was happening. What surprised her was that he was a very good kisser. His tongue flicked and teased, engaging and then disengaging her own. Stefannie moaned softly, and opened her mouth wider to the young man's kiss, began kissing him back. He was cupping one of her breasts then - she had forgotten that Brian had taken her bra off. Stefannie tore her mouth away from his somehow, and stared at him as he cupped and lifted her heavy breast in his big hand. Stefannie breathed out a long sigh as he gently began to knead her sensitive tit mound. His fingers slipped up the creamy mound until he was pinching and twisting her nipple lightly, then his long, strong fingers would encircle her breast as much as they could, and squeeze the globe while pulling it away from her body. Stefannie swallowed, and tried to say something, but the young man's hands on her breasts - he was now kneeling between her legs, and caressing and squeezing both of her large, perfect heaving titties - were making it impossible for her to concentrate on anything. Her nipples flashed fire every time rough fingers or palms rubbed across them, and Stefannie tried in vain to contain the first moan that was ripped from her body. "There you go, Aunt Steff," Kevin said. "I know what will help even more, this'll be great," he said, and was laying her on her back on the couch. With his left hand, he reached to the table and got a bottle of lotion. Before Stefannie knew what he was going to do, he was squirting lines of the lotion onto her heaving titties. They had sagged to the sides just a touch. She blinked as Kevin climbed on top of her, straddling her. The young man's fat, rock hard cock was pressed against her flat, heaving tummy. "Raise your arms over your head, Aunt Steff," Kevin said, and as she did as he said he bent over her and gave her another long, deep kiss that had her squirming beneath him. His cock felt huge pressing against the silky soft skin of her tummy, and she could not help wondering what that monster would feel like buried in her, in her throat or her pussy. He sat up, and stared down at her, his big dick seeming to throb in time with her heart beat. She stretched her arms slightly higher, and arched her back, pushing her big titties out for his inspection. "Ohnn, fuck!!!" she sighed as he slipped his hands up her ribcage. He ran his hands lightly over her silky soft globes, slowly rubbing the lotion into her heaving, sensitive breasts. Then he was inching up her body. "What are you going to do?" she asked the young man breathlessly. "You ever been tittie fucked, Aunt Steff?" He was finally in position. His fat shaft plunked down between her titties and the next thing the gorgeous brunette knew, Kevin's big hands were pushing her swollen knockers inwards, till they were trapping his long shaft in the soft slick cave of her titties. Kevin began swiveling his hips then, driving his long fat shaft in and out of the warm cave of her cleavage. Stefannie swallowed, and tried to catch her breath. It would have been easier if the whole time the young men was fucking her tits he was not also squeezing and rubbing her firm globes. Her arms were still raised above her head. She looked up at him, her mouth gasping wide, and then watched in confusion as he raised up off of her, his hands leaving her breasts to brace himself on the arm of the couch. Stefannie's big knockers wobbled prettily on her fine chest. She watched in a daze as the young man levered himself up, and then his cock was directly above her gasping mouth. "Mmmnn, no, you aren't going to make me suck that, are you Kevin? Its to big, I don't think I can even get my - MMMFFF, mmmmnnnnnn!!!!!!!!" Stefannie moaned as the young man slowly lowered himself. His fat spongy knob bumped into her full, soft lips, slick still with lipstick, and then he watched as her eyes widened, and then blinked rapidly. His fat cock crown stretched her lips out wider. Stefannie made another noise of protest as her jaws seemed to creek. But finally his fat cock knob was all the way inside the soft, supple ring of her luscious, moist lips, and into the wet hot depths of her mouth. He felt her tongue against the underside of his cock knob, and sank another inch of the shaft into the woman's helpless mouth. "Fuck yeah, Steff, suck on my cock like you did with my brothers!" Kevin enthused, and Stefannie followed his orders mindlessly. Her cheeks collapsed around his fat shaft as she began sucking and nursing on the fat shaft. "Mmmmn, mnn, unhhhhhhnnnmmmm," she moaned as he began moving his hips, fucking five, then six inches of his huge shaft into her mouth. She was shocked to hear the soft slurping sounds she was making. The young man was using her, and she felt like she was about to explode! One of her hands slipped downwards, and then slipped inside the pants and panties that she as wearing. Almost as soon as her fingers found her clit, she exploded in orgasm. Stefannie's other hand was still resting on Kevin's hip, and when she orgasmed she accidentally pulled down on his trim hip. "Fuck yeah, Steff!" he cried, and sank his cock all the way into her throat this time. Stefannie grunted, but she was barely aware of what was happening. Her lithe body flopped under the young mans, and with dismay she realized she was not even gagging as he fucked his fat penis all the way down her throat with each thrust. In fact, she was timing her breathing around his thrusts. Then, with a wordless roar, he pulled back till just the knob was in her mouth. Before Stefannie could do anything she felt his fat knob spitting what felt like a gallon of cum into her frantically sucking mouth. His body jerked, forcing his staff in and out of her hungry mouth, and then it popped out of her mouth and he was shooting a long line of jizz onto her fine throat and collar bones, and then another onto her still lotion slick titties. "Uhn, uhn,' oh fuck, that was great Steff." Kevin grinned at her, and then just turned and walked away. Stefannie laid on the couch staring after him, her breathing still catching in her chest. The glow from her body was tempered only by the taste of cum and shame in her mouth. BREAK It seemed like a dream the next morning; she would not believe she was such a slut. She slipped on her panties, and then pulled on a loose sundress, which buttoned up the front. She walked down to the kitchen on wooden legs, determined to act as normal as possible. Both of the young men were already in the kitchen, and they turned to look at her with hungry eyes. Both of them were dressed in shorts, their young muscles ridged and hard. "Um, young men, look, I think we need to talk about what happened yesterday," she began, but then Brian was walking towards her. "You mean the way you sucked us off, Aunt Steffy?" Stefannie looked sharply at Brian, then dropped her eyes from his. "Brian, it won't do any good to have you talk to me that way," she replied as primly as she could. She wished she had put on a bra, but it was to late now. Even though the dress was loose, it clung to the lush curves of her body. Brian stepped closer to her, and though he was inches shorter than Kevin, he still towered over her. He gripped her arm, and led her to the kitchen table. "Brian, let go of me, please." "I've been thinking about yesterday to, Aunt Steffy," he said, not letting go of her arm. She tugged softly, but his grip was iron. "You know, we were awfully selfish. We didn't even make sure you had an orgasm." Stefannie stared up at her young nephew, not believing her ears. What was he saying? Then his hand was sliding from arm, till he was cupping her round taut asscheek in his hand. He squeezed the moon of her buttock hard, and Stefannie thought her knees were going to buckle. She watched with dazed eyes as Kevin reached up and casually cupped one of her breasts. "You've got great tits, Aunt Steffy," Kevin said. He couldn't believe how nice her breast felt, even through the thin dress. He squeezed the globe softly, then a bit harder, and watched her eyes roll back in her head. Stefannie reached out, and laid a hand on his bare chest. A spark seemed to shoot through her at the feel of his warm skin beneath her hand, and she shuddered from the feel of Kevin mauling her firm tit, and Brian lifting and squeezing her muscular ass. "Ohhnnn, god, please, guys, please, don't do this!" Stefannie pleaded, and then sobbed as Kevin reached out with eager fingers and began unfastening the buttons of her dress. Before Stefannie realized what was happening, they were peeling the dress off of her shoulders, throwing the garment to the floor. She stood between the young men, trembling, dressed in nothing but her shoes and a pair of skimpy panties. Brian slipped behind her, pulled her curvy body back against his by her lush hips. "Ohhhhhhhnnnn, nooooo, no, oh, that feels so big!" Stefannie moaned as Brian's cock ground into her soft ass. Kevin once again reached up with both hands, pushing her breasts together, then roughly caressing them, pinching her nipples and squeezing large handfuls of the big mounds. Stefannie shook her head, tried to think of something to say as Kevin mauled her firm, sensitive breasts. Every time his thumbs would brush her nipples, she gasped and moaned softly. The young men pulled away suddenly, and were moving her to the kitchen table. Before she realized what they had in mind, they were seating her on the table. Brian stepped between her legs, and reached up with both hands to cup and squeeze her breasts. He was very gentle with her - that surprised Stefannie, but it didn't help her any. She knew that her pussy was already juicing, and she stared down at his hands as he trailed his fingers over her stiff, plump nipples. Then he was bending forward, kissing her hotly. Stefannie moaned as his thick tongue wormed its way into her mouth, but she could not resist the urge to suck on the young man's tongue, and kiss him back, twining her own tongue about his as his magical hands made her gasp and moan into his mouth. Then his hot mouth was sliding down her fine neck, kissing and sucking as it went. "Ohhhnnn, please, Brian, this is wrong," she protested softly. She was leaning back on her hands now, her back, arched, her big, firms breasts pushed out for the young man as he began squeezing them harder. Stefannie watched out of slitted eyes as he lifted her right breast up and sucked her turgid nipple into his hot mouth. "Ohhhhhhh, fuck, noooooo, Brian, please!!!" she panted. She wished then that she hated having her ample breasts played with, but it did no good. The young man's hands and mouth were making her head spin. A sense of panic rushed through her when she felt his other hand slipping down her heaving belly. She tried to close her thighs, but he was standing between them, so she found herself gripping his hips with her muscular legs. Then his hand was rubbing her pussy through the thin silk panties she was wearing. He drew them to one side, and slowly slipped his middle finger into the wet, hot depths of her pussy. "Nooo, please, Brian, please, don't touch me there, just . . . oh, god, just play with my titties, please!" "But I want to suck your pussy, Aunt Steffy," he said, taking his mouth away from her heaving bosom. Her nipple glistened with his spit, and his finger sliding in and out of her cunt made her head swim. Then he bent back down, began kissing down her belly, his head trailing fire on her silken skin, his finger - no, two fingers now, Stefannie realized dimly, making it impossible for her to breathe. Kevin was watching with wide eyes, his fat cock in his hand, as Stefannie collapsed back on the table. Then Brian's head dipped all the way between her thighs. He pulled his fingers out of her tight pussy. Stefannie breathed a deep sigh of relief, and then moaned again when she felt the lad drawing her panties to one side, exposing her wide-open sex to him. She levered herself up on elbows, and said in a shaky, trembling voice, "Brian, please, I . . . . OOOooooooohhhhnnnnnnnnnn, fuck! Ohhnnn, what are you dooooing to me?" she gasped as his tongue pushed into the wet folds of her vagina. It felt like a bolt of lightning as the young man began eating her out, nibbling on the lips of her cunt, and then spearing his tongue into the depths of her. Stefannie did not think it could get any better. She was leaning back on the table again, Kevin now playing with her breasts. Then Brian licked upward, lathed his tongue over his Aunt's distended clitoris. Steff Ch. 06 He felt her body buck and shudder, and heard her scream softly as he began flicking and nibbling at her round love button. He shrugged his shoulders, got her legs up over his shoulders so that her pussy was spread for his mercy. Stefannie gasped and shuddered as the orgasm throbbed through her body. She ground her pussy up against Brian's inexorable mouth, and cried for more. She was barely aware of Kevin climbing on the table, straddling her. His giant cock plunked down between her breasts again. He cupped them in his big hands, and pushed them over his rod, then began moving his hips, fucking his cock between her swollen, firm breasts. "Yesss, fuck my titties," she gasped loudly, and then cried out again as another orgasm flashed through her. She was not aware when Brian pulled his tongue away. She felt her legs rise slightly, and looked around Kevin to see him now standing between her legs, which were raised straight in the air, pressed against his torso. Then he was leaning forward, and the next thing Stefannie knew his big cock was bulling its way into her tight pussy. "Yes, you fucker, fuck me!" she screamed, "Fuck me hard, Dammit! Fuck me hard!!!!!!" "You got it, Aunt Steffy," he spoke through gritted teeth, and began moving his hips. Even though her pussy was juicy as any he had felt, even though he had tongued it, he still had to stroke five - maybe six times before he felt himself sink all the way to the depths of her sex, and then he heard her crying out as yet another orgasm shook her body. He felt her cunt spasming around his cock, and began slamming his dick to her, making her small body jerk and shudder every time he slammed into her. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Stefannie was chanting. She felt Kevin shift, and looked at him as he levered himself up. His fat, giant cock was hanging over her gasping, open mouth then. She looked up at him as he lowered himself. His round, turgid knob bumped into her lips, and she turned her head slightly, still looking him in the eyes with her green ones as he grinned at her and sank down, his glistening knob sliding over her luscious lips till it was all the way in her mouth. Stefannie was in heaven; Brian was fucking her with long, powerful strokes and she shut her eyes as Kevin began gently moving his hips, now fucking her wet, willing mouth with six inches of his fat boner. Stefannie moaned and sucked noisily on the fat rod in her mouth. She reached up and gripped his hips, then his ass, pulling him down a bit further each time. "Fuck, that feels great, Aunt Steffy," Kevin moaned, staring down at the woman. He saw her gag, but her hands pulled down o his ass when he would have risen back up. He followed her silent demands, and then his cock was sinking all the way into her mouth and throat, tills his balls were resting against her chin. He grunted, and stroked the way she wanted him to, sinking his fat boner all the way into her throat each time. When Brian saw his brother fucking their aunt's throat, he lost control. With a loud roar, he thrust into her one more time, and then another, and then blew his load deep in her belly. When Kevin realized his brother had lost it, he climbed off the table. His fat prick popped out of Stefannie's mouth with an audible pop, and she said dazedly, "What was wrong? Wasn't I doing it right?" "You were doing great, Aunt Steffy," Kevin said, leading his dazed aunt into the living room. Sitting on the couch, he pulled her on top of him, so that she was straddling him. 'I just wanted to feel that pussy!" Stefannie bit her lip, and reached down with one hand. Kevin was sitting there beneath him, smiling up at her as she guided his slick plum sized cock head to her stretched out pussy. Even though Brian had just finished fucking her, the size of Kevin's cock made her gasp and shudder as she began screwing herself down onto the thing. His hands slipped up her sides; her breasts were slightly sore, but she moaned and smiled her approval when he began kneading the silky flesh strongly. "Yesss, squeeze my titties baby," she hissed through clenched teeth. "God, your cocks so fucking big, Kevin! Sooooo fucking big!!!!!" Stefannie began moving her hips in a sinuous motion. His fat prick slipped further into her juicy snatch, and she ground herself harder on the thing, anxious to feel the whole length in her. Finally, her hips were locked against his. She began raising and lowering herself, fucking herself up and down on his fat rod. It felt huge inside of her! She grunted, and ground her hips against him harder as she shuddered into yet another orgasm. Then he was flipping her over, stroking into her. She watched with wide eyes, looking at his cock as it plunged in and out of her pussy. She raised her legs, and wrapped them around his hips as he fucked her, his face red, eyes filled with love for this woman. "Cum for me baby,' she gasped, raking her nails down his back, "Cum for your uncle's slut wife!!!" That was all Kevin needed to hear. He lost himself in the sensations, of the sight of her lithe, luscious body pinned beneath him, of the feel of her cunt spasming around his fat penis. With a wordless roar, he bucked into her, shooting his load of jizz deep into her flat belly. Ten minutes later, the young men were playing in the pool, and Stefannie was drinking a margarita, wondering when they were going to fuck her again. Then she smiled to herself. They were young men. She was willing to bet that all she had to do was suck on their cocks, and they would be ready to go! Steff Ch. 07 Stefannie Peters felt self-conscious in the little dress, but she was beginning to enjoy that feeling. Her nephews had left several days ago, for which she was thankful; they had fucked her nearly every day they had been there, and she had been unable to stop them. Most of the time she had purposely challenged them, she admitted to herself. But now all the men in her husband's company were staring at her as though she was some kind of slut. Well, she had to admit that she was dressed the part. The one-piece dress zipped right up to the base of her throat, but it did nothing to hide the voluptuous curves of her body, or the fact that she was wearing a bra designed to push her already proud breasts up and out even further than normal. Her husband had insisted on it. He said he wanted to make a good impression, and that with such a beautiful body she should not try to hide it. So the women shot dagger glances at her, and the men hit on her. She lost track of how many margaritas she had had, but sometime late in the evening noticed that the room had thinned out some. Her husband and Ben King were both missing, among others. It's time to go before I embarrass myself, Stephanie thought to herself, so she left the big room and went looking for her husband. She opened several doors, and caught one man getting his cock sucked by a stunning blonde she had seen earlier. She quickly shut the door before either of them noticed they were being watched, but the way the woman was sucking the man's fat rod made her nipples stiffen with desire. She opened another door, and looked into the room. "Hey, Mrs. Peters," one of the men there said. She recognized the big bald man as a man named Mike, some client of the firms. He gripped her arm, and led her into the room. His big, hard hand felt huge wrapped around her upper arm, and she did not like the way his knuckles were brushing against the side of her breast, but she decided to ignore it. "Have you seen my husband, Mike?" she asked. "Yeah, he was here just as second ago. He'll be back in a minute. We're going to watch part of a movie. One of my sons produced it. Maybe you want to see some of it?" Stephanie looked around her. Most of the men were ignoring her, and for the first time she felt as though the men were not staring holes in her. She decided she liked the dark room, and would wait on Sam until he got back. Mike smiled when he saw the gorgeous brunette nod. She was even hotter than the blonde piece of ass they had gotten a couple of days ago, and her tits looked even bigger, impressive for such a small woman. He leaned back against a stool, and pulled Stephanie around in front of him. "Here we go," said on of the men seated on the couch in front of her and Mike. She felt his big hands on her hips, but did not think anything of it. A moment later, images flicked across the screen. Stephanie looked at the screen, wondering what kind of movie it was. Two boys dressed in shorts, carrying football gear, were walking into a room. There was a petite Mexican woman there, perhaps in her thirties, dressed in a very conservative dress. The boys smiled at her, and said they were there for detention. The woman looked around somewhat nervously, and asked if they were the only ones. The larger man, a black man, said they were. He did not look much like a teenager to Stephanie. "Does that make you nervous?" the black man asked, stepping closer to the Hispanic teacher. "No, of course not,' the teacher replied, but it obviously did. The black boy smiled, and reached out to casually cup the Mexican woman's large breast through the dress. Stephanie gasped as the man ripped the dress suddenly downward, exposing the teacher's body. She had a beautiful body, with a narrow waist swelling to wide hips. Her breasts were nearly the size of Stephanie's. Then she gasped again as she felt something hard against her own ass. She glanced over her shoulder as Mike pulled her slightly backwards, but then just bit her lip and turned back to the movie. The black man had forced the woman to her knees, and as Stephanie watched he pushed his erect, large cock into the woman's mouth. 'My god, what kind of movie is this?" Stephanie asked, turning once again to look at Mike. 'It's my sons movie, I told you," he said softly. God, his cock felt huge against her plush, soft ass. Stephanie shook her head. This was too weird. She tried to pull away slightly, but he held her firmly back against him, his hands now squeezing her hips as he began rubbing his cock against her firm flesh. Stephanie did not know what to do. She did not want to make a scene, but the man's fat dick was making her head spin with lust. She wanted nothing more than to take her husband home and fuck his brains out. She bit her lip again, and turned once more to look at the movie. There were strangled moans coming from the woman now -- she was on her hands and knees between the two football players, one fucking her doggy style, the other ramming his cock repeatedly down her throat. "I bet you tits are as big as that, aren't they?" mike whispered against her neck. His big hands were now on her ribcage, but she made no move to get away from him now. In fact, she was leaning back slightly against his monster bulge. "That's . . . that's none of your business, Mike," she said softly. "I think I'd better wait out . . . Ohhhnnnn, what are you doing?" she gasped suddenly. His hands had slipped up the last little bit, and Stephanie felt her breath burn in her throat as he began mauling her big breasts through the tight, thin dress. He squeezed the mounds strongly, and Stephanie hissed for him to stop, but he just ignored her. The alcohol swirling through her brain was making her feel dizzy, and his hands on her swelling breasts were making her pant. She bit her lip, knowing she shouldn't, and leaned back against him a bit harder. She looked back at the screen, and saw the two men pull their shining cocks from the Mexican woman's body. Then they were both shooting off, showering her with cum. Stephanie moaned softly, and then a bit louder when she herself orgasmed. She came out of the daze to feel Mike's big yet agile fingers drawing the zipper at the front of her dress slowly downward. She somehow managed to twist away from him, and accidentally stepped further into the room. Calvin, one of the men on the couch, pretended to notice her for the first time. "Stephanie!" he said warmly, and stood up, stepped to her. Mike had succeeded in unzipping her dress a good ten inches, and a generous portion of her cleavage was visible. Stephanie was to drunk to notice. She was just glad to see a familiar face. She liked Calvin, and knew he was safe because he was married. "What's the matter, Stephannie? You look flushed." "That . . . that man tried to feel me up," she admitted in a soft voice, glancing over at Mike. He was ten feet away, and was watching the movie again. She could barely see his outline in the darkened room. "Come on, sit down on the couch," Calvin said. "We'll make sure nothing happens. You waiting for you husband?" Stephanie nodded, and allowed him to lead her to the couch. She sat down, and nodded hello to a man she had met briefly, a good-looking blonde man with a short beard named Dennis. Calvin sat beside her, and the two men watched as the next scene began. It was a white woman this time, in a room with four black men. The scene opened with the woman getting pounded by two guys at once, one in her pussy and one in her ass. "Jeez, look at that bitch take it up the ass," Dennis said. The room was filled with the woman's moans. Calvin leaned over Stephanie slightly; his right arm had slipped around her shoulders, and the young housewife felt sandwiched between the two men. "Hey, Dennis, come on, we got a lady here. Tell Dennis what happened, Stephanie." He was looking at her, his blue eyes intense -- she could tell that even in the dark. She saw his eyes slip downwards, but was to drunk to notice. "He -- that man, Mike -- tried to feel me up," she said softly. She clasped her hands and laid them in her lap; the men were sitting so close to her their thighs were brushing hers. Her miniskirt had ridden up slightly, and Stephanie was thankful that it was so dim in the room. She was sure the hem of the dress was high enough so that the dark bands at the top of her stocking was visible. She looked back at the TV, and gasped when she saw a third man had joined the action. The woman was straddling the first man, supporting herself with her hands pressed to the floor. The other man was railing her in the ass, and she was deepthroating the third cock. "What do you mean, he tried to feel you up?" Dennis whispered in her ear. The feel of his warm breath made a shiver go through Stephanie's body, and she barely noticed it when Calvin's other hand came down on her slightly curved tummy. "He kept trying to pull me back against his -- you know, his --" "His cock?" Dennis asked. His hand slipped onto her knee. Stephanie looked at it, then looked back at the screen to see yet another cum shot. She finally nodded, and immediately Calvin breathed in her other ear, "Did he try to feel your big tits up too, Stephanie?" "Calvin!" she said, shocked that he would say such a thing, but then she nodded slightly. Her eyes were drawn back to the TV as the next scene came on. Once again, it was a woman with four guys. They were sitting in a room, and she was talking about how much she needed the job. Stephanie watched with wide eyes as one of the men stood up, walked in front of the girl and pulled his cock out. The girl on the screen stared at it, then bent forward and began running her small tongue over the big tool. Calvin began nuzzling her neck. Stephanie tilted her head slightly, giving him more room, and shifted slightly on the couch. She could not take her eyes off the screen as the man quickly stripped the girl. Then they began taking turns fucking her, sometimes only one at a time, sometimes three at once. She felt the hand on her knee slide upwards slightly, and then she felt something toying with her nipple. She pushed Calvin's hand away automatically, and said in a soft voice, "Lets just watch the movie, guys, I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me." God, what was she doing in here? She said to herself, and then Calvin whispered in her ear, "How did he feel your breasts, Stefannie? Was it like this?" Then his hand was back, his palm pressing into the tip of her breast, flattening the large globe slightly. He began rubbing his palm against her tit tip in a small circular motion that had Stefannie's breath burning in her throat. She managed to push his hand away again. "Well? Was he?" "No. He -- he was squeezing them hard," Stefannie said, shaking her head. Now there were two women on the screen, both of them sucking the same big cock at once. What intrigued Stefannie was that they were tongue kissing about half the time. Dennis hand was further up her leg, and he squeezed her thigh strongly. 'Like that?" he asked. Stefannie shook her head slightly, and shifted again on the couch, seemingly by accident, her thighs spread apart a bit, allowing Dennis' hand more room on her legs. "Was it like this?" Calvin said, and then he was cupping her left breast. He lifted the large globe, and then began squeezing it strongly. "Unh!" Stefannie grunted, and blinked around the room. There were men standing in front of the couch, looking at her instead of the movie. She felt Dennis' hand slip further up her slim thigh, and tried to late to push her legs together. "Calvin, please!" she gasped. His hand squeezed again, firmly, and Stefannie's body jerked slightly. "Look at that bitch eat some pussy, Stefannie!" Calvin said instead. He captured her plump, stiff nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and began twisting and pulling on it. Stefannie's mouth sagged open. She stared at movie. The blonde was eating out the brunette while the man was fucking the blonde roughly. Stefannie felt Calvin's hand move to her other breast, and she said in a soft voice, "Calvin, I wish you wouldn't do that. Those other men are staring at us!" "They're just jealous," Calvin laughed as he began mauling her right breast. Stefannie arched her back slightly, and moaned softly as she felt Dennis' hand on her thigh, squeezing that flesh just as roughly. As she sat there, she felt his hot fingers slip under her short skirt -- a moment later, his fingers were on the naked flesh of her thigh. "Ohhhn, guys, please, I think I'd better go!" Stefannie moaned. She felt Calvin's hand move slightly, and looked downward in time to see him pulling the zipper of the dress down, exposing more of her heaving breasts. The sexy red bra she had put on was now easily visible, and her big, firm tit mounds looked lie they were going to burst out of the flimsy piece of fabric. Stefannie blinked when she felt Dennis' hand slip from the hot, naked flesh of her thigh till he was rubbing her pussy through her thin silk panties. His breath burned against her throat as his fingers dug into her moistening snatch through the panties. "Ohnnn, god, please, Calvin, tell Dennis to stop," she moaned softly. "Why? What's the matter, Stefannie?" he asked slyly, his hand slipping the zipper further down, till the dress was all the way unzipped. "He . . . he's feeling my . . . my pussy!" she gasped softly. Her eyes were glued to the TV as she tried to ignore what was happening. She felt Dennis' fingers slip the panties to one side. Before Stefannie knew what was happening, the edge of his hand was against her clitoris, making her small, curvy body shudder softly. She moaned when she felt two of his fingers slicing into her juicy clam. She was only aware of Calvin unzipping her dress in the vaguest fashion, until he started peeling it down off of her shoulders. She looked at him, startled. "Calvin, what are you doing?" she asked. "I'm taking your dress off. You look hot, Stefannie," he smiled back at her, and finished pushing the thin garment off of her wrists. "Hunhhhh," Stefannie moaned softly. She wanted to protest, to tell the men she had to leave, but Dennis' fingers were working magic on her, making her feel like she was going to melt into the couch. She felt hands on her throat, caressing gently, and turned around to see the bald man, Mike. "You look like your enjoying the movie, Stefannie," he smiled slightly. Then he was sliding his hand smoothly downwards, till he was cupping both of her breasts in his big hands. Stefannie squirmed on the couch -- between Dennis' hand on her pussy, and Mike's strong hands squeezing her big, swollen tits, Stefannie did not think she would be able to stand up if the chance came. Then Mike was pulling her around, rearranging her so that she was leaning against the back part of the couch, kneeling on the seat. She looked over her shoulder as Calvin now moved in on her, peeling her panties to one side. He bent over further, till he was directly behind her. Stefannie let out a small squeal when she felt his tongue pushing into her pussy. She leaned harder against the back of the couch and pushed herself backwards, wanting to feel more of the man's mouth on her starved pussy. Stefannie let out a guttural moan. A hand grabbed a thick tangle of her hair, and pulled her head around. Stefannie felt a spongy knob pressing against her lush lips, and opened her mouth automatically to accept the fat dick. She was sure this was Mike. She pressed her tongue against the pole of flesh, and her cheeks hollowed as she began sucking on the stiff cock with relish, bobbing her head and slurping noisily on the fat staff. Mike held her head still as he swayed his hips, fucking her hungry mouth with his stiff boner. He thrust a bit deeper each time, and then one time did not stop. Stefannie felt the cock slide into her throat, felt Calvin's tongue lashing her pussy, flicking her clit. Stefannie lost it, moaning loudly around Mike's dick as she pulsed into orgasm. The waves were still rippling through her body and mind when she felt Mike's big cock jerk, and a long spurt of cum shot directly onto her tongue. Stefannie swallowed greedily, wanting more of the stuff. She felt Calvin moving behind her as she finished cleaning off Mike's cock. He stepped away, and Dennis stepped in his place. "Oh, god, what did you make me do?" Stefannie gasped softly. Calvin stepped in front of her, naked. He smiled down at her, then stepped forward a bit more. Stefannie looked at the stiff prick with an apprehensive expression on her gorgeous face. She felt Dennis stripping her panties off, and then he was rubbing and squeezing her plush, soft ass cheeks. He stepped closer to her also. "Ohnn, no, Dennis! What do you think you're doing?" Donna's eyes drooped closed and her pretty, pouty lips sagged open as Dennis leaned into her. Her juicy pussy seemed to wrap itself around Dennis' fat cock log. Then Dennis was leaning forward. A soft sound escaped Stefannie's lips as her tight, wet pussy was split in two by the man's fat cock knob. Her mouth sagged open, and she watched with glazed eyes while Calvin stepped forward. A moment later, his cock crown was resting on her tongue. She curled her tongue around the thing as Dennis finished pushing in her all the way, and she started sucking on Calvin's leaking cock as Dennis started railing her from behind. She quickly fell into the motion, swaying between the two men, deepthroating Calvin's cock each time she moved forward, then rocking back against Dennis' fat penis. She was shaking into her third orgasm when she felt both of the men cumming at once. She licked her lips in a daze as another man stepped in front of her. His cock was at her lips. She started to mumble a protest, but then found herself sucking on this cock as well. She had not even had time to see who it belonged to, to see if she knew them. The man was fucking her mouth roughly, not waiting for her. Stefannie loved it! She felt someone playing with her pussy, and she moaned, wanting a cock in it. A moment later her dream came true, as another stranger slotted what felt like a nice sized shaft and sank it into her spasming snatch in one long, slow thrust. She felt the man playing with her plush ass cheeks, spreading the cheeks apart so that the man could see the small bud of her ass hole. Another long grunt escaped her as he began rubbing something wet against her puckered anal opening. The next time she rocked back against him, the tip of his finger slipped inside her ass hole. Stefannie shivered into another orgasm as she felt the man's finger slip inside her butt. It felt so strange, and in the throes of her orgasm she did not even notice him sliding his digit further inside her clenching ass muscles. The man in front of her stepped away, and she realized she was still swallowing his thick seed. She looked around blearily. The men were standing in a group by the wall, and she realized suddenly that the man behind her was fucking his long finger in and out of her virgin, tight ass even as he sank his cock in and out of her pussy. "Ohhnnn, my god, what are you doing to me?" she panted, looking over her shoulder. She was startled to see her husband standing there. "Sam! Oh, my god, Sam, thank god you're here!" she said, but even she sounded less than sure she was glad to see him. She realized she was still rocking back and forth on his fat dick, his finger making waves of pleasure spread through her as it slipped in and out of her now loosening ass. What little pain there had been was now completely gone. Then Sam Peters was drawing out of his wife. She looked around her shoulder, and sat up on the couch, looking about her unsurely. Sam got down, till he was lying on the floor, and held his hand up to her. Steff Ch. 07 "Sam, all these people!" she protested, and was startled at the look of anger in his eyes. "You fucking slut, get down here and get on top of me!" he commanded. Stefannie stared at her husband with shocked eyes, but slowly, slowly climbed down from the couch and straddled him. The fat, stiff length of his cock was heavy against her lower belly, and she rose up slightly, till her husband's dick was once again nestled in her pussy. Then she lowered herself onto him, letting her eyes close as she impaled herself on his stiff cock. She began riding him, swiveling her hips, grinding her hungry pussy around his cock as though he was a stranger. She felt his hands on her tits, and at some point became aware the men were standing around her once again, talking calmly as they watched her fuck her husband. Then she felt someone playing with her firm ass cheeks. Once again, her ass was spread apart, and a thick finger, heavy with some type of slippery goo, was nudging inside her anus. The tight ring of her sphincter slipped open to the pressure, and with one long, slow thrust the man pushed it into her tight asshole. "Ohhnnn, honey, who's behind me?" she gasped softly." "Don't worry, slut," Sam told her, squeezing her tits roughly. "But he . . . he's doing something I don't like!" "What?" Sam asked, enjoying himself immensely. He had been working on this moment from the time he had married this stupid slut. He would turn her into a complete whore, his whore. He loved her then more than anything. Sam pretended not to know what his wife was talking about as Barry groves, from accounting, speared his big finger into Stefannie's tight little asshole. "Oh, thank god, never mind, honey, he stopped," Stefannie said. She was laying very still on her husband now, his cock all the way in her. She felt someone behind her, gripping her hips, pushing her legs a bit further apart. "Honey, what's he doing?" Stefannie gasped into her husband's ear as Barry's big hands squeezed the firm pillows of her ass cheeks. She felt the thick length of his penis nudging between her asscheeks as the man's hands spread them further apart, and then his slick, hot dick head was against her puckered anal opening. 'Sam, please, he's going to . . . . Ohhnnnn, just tell him to stop!" she pleaded. She felt his strong penis flexing deep inside her, and without thinking ground herself against him, putting more pressure on her distended clitoris. "He's going to what?" Sam asked softly. His hands were back on Stefannie's heavy breasts, but he played with them gently now, teasing and squeezing her stiff, large nipples. A look of shock appeared on her face, and Sam knew that Barry had nudged his big cock head into Stefannie's tight asshole. "He's . . . he's putting his thing into my rear end!" she said the words somehow. The fat knob in her butt was making it hard for Stefannie to concentrate. She waited for Sam to tell the other man to stop, but instead the man behind her rocked forward a bit more. His weight pushing down on her caused her clit to rub deliciously against her husband's fat dick. Stefannie could not stop the soft moan as she rocked over the edge into yet another orgasm. Stefannie came to her senses slowly. She tried to draw herself off of Sam's cock, still deliciously hard, and ended up pushing herself another inch onto Barry's quivering rod. "Mmm, uhnnn," she groaned helplessly. Barry's hands squeezed her ample hips, and pulled her back a bit more. God, she felt full as another inch of the rampant pole was slid into her tortured rectum. Sam's rod flexed deep in her again, and she moaned something as he started swiveling his hips, driving his dick in and out of her juicy pussy. She felt Barry's hands squeezing her hips; his penis already felt like it was pushing at her belly. Stefannie's mouth sagged open as she rolled her hips unconsciously, and pushed her tortured ass another two inches onto Barry's pulsating rod. Then she felt the man's flat belly against her round, plush asscheeks. "Ohhhhhnnnnnnn, noooo, fuuuuccckkkkk!" Stefannie screamed. There was no pain at all in her abused ass anymore. There was just the incredibly erotic feeling of being fuller than she had ever been in her life. She swiveled her hips as the two men fucked her with long strokes, their thick hard cocks causing shudder and moan from the hapless wife. When a hand tipped her head up and fed her panting mouth another fat shaft, Stefannie mewled softly and started sucking, driving her body on and off of the two dicks causing her such intense pleasure. She realized she was a true slut now. She could hear her husband telling her that he loved her, and she knew he did in his own way, knew finally that it was he who had been setting up her sexual episodes one after another, realized it was he who had had the ability to do that. And she was grateful to him for it. She swallowed the man fucking her mouth, and moaned loudly as another orgasm shook her frame. Two hours later, her legs barely able to hold her, Sam Peters led his wife out of the company party. She had showered, but she knew she still looked wild. All the men who had been in the room had fucked her, and most of them had done it more than once. She was sure at one point there had been a video camera also, but she knew her husband would be in control. She looked at him as he drove home, his face now warm when he smiled at her. "I'm sorry about that, honey, but I wanted to be sure. I hope you can forgive me." Stefannie tried to hold the tears. She loved him, that's all there was to it. And now, she realized, she loved cock, even strange cock, just as much. Steff Ch. 08 Donna could not believe the things that had been done to her. She told herself it was not her fault she had been fucked by the men at the hotel – they had given her drugs, and forced themselves on her. She conveniently forgot the number of orgasms she had had. But the nineteen year old high school student frightened her. She had not even had a single drink, and yet had been powerless to stop him. John Loftin had not even tried all that hard, and she had been on her knees sucking him off, and then masturbated in her cramped little office after he had left. At least, she had until the maintenance man had interrupted her. No, she could barely believe the events of the past few weeks. She had an even harder time believing that she had allowed them, and after a brief protest, enjoyed them. That was not the type of woman that she pictured herself as. So she came to the conclusion that she had to react to what had happened in some way, some positive way that said she had regained control of her life. With that in mind, she discounted King and Peters from the company. They could still make trouble for her, and she had only used about half the dances. King had made it clear that he meant to collect on them. Just the thought of that stiffened her nipples and made her pussy tingle; it also sent a tingle of guilt rushing through her. So she had to act against John Loftin. She called his father Dean Loftin the next day. She had no doubt that he would admire the fact that she had come directly to him instead of involving the police first. Dean Loftin was one of the state Superior judges. He had been dismissive on the phone, but had set up an appointment at his office the following day. Donna Williamson rose early – the appointment was not until lunchtime. She wandered aimlessly, and then decided that she would need just a small drink to get through this. She made a small pitcher of martinis, and drank three of them before eating a bowl of cereal. She went to shower, and then piled her hair in a careful bun. She put on just a little makeup, with a light pink shade of lipstick. It made her full, pouting lips shine. She dressed in the underwear in a sleepy daze. It was not until she was straightening that she realized she had dressed in the slutty underwear King had given her. The small bra, at least a size to small, pushed her big breasts up and out, forming a deep cleavage, and the stockings set off her legs perfectly, as did the g-string her hips and ass. She dressed in a careful knee length skirt and modest jacket, but the shirt she wore could not help but show off the proud mounds of her bosom. The small buttons strained where they stretched over her tits, but the jacket covered everything quite well. She had two more martinis before she drove to the Court Annex. The man showed her to the judge's chambers. She tried to walk steadily behind him, but felt she was not quite getting away with it. Something inside her whispered that this might not be such a good idea, but she had drunk too much to listen to the voice. Dean Loftin was a pillar of the community – he would not risk his position over such a thing, and he would draw his son in line. Then the clerk was showing her into the room. There were two men in the room, both of them looking almost alike. The one sitting on the couch was dressed casually, in loose khakis and a knit pullover. The man behind the desk, Dean Loftin, was dressed in a white shirt and dark slacks. "Ms. Williamson," he said, nodding to the couch. "This is my brother Randall. I thought it might be best if we had a confidential witness. I tried to get a woman, but . . . " "No, that's fine," Donna said, a bit to quickly. She was glad there was another person there, even if it was a man. Both the men were good-looking, with close shorn hair, and strong, hawk like faces with sensitive lips and dark, burning eyes. She realized with a start that judge Loftin was staring at her, waiting. "Um, I . . . I don't really know how to start," she stammered. She felt tiny standing there in front of the huge desk. "Yeah, Dean, jeez, you haven't even offered her a seat!" Randall said, standing. Donna had thought John was big, but this man made him seem small by comparison. Randall was huge! He stood at least six inches over six feet, and had broad shoulders. His upper arms were nearly as big around as her thighs. He smiled down at her in a friendly way, and then led her over to the couch. "Here you go, Ms. Williamson. Don't worry about a thing. Why don't I fix a drink for you? A nice iced tea." "Um, yes, that would be nice," Donna said, looking at him. Her eyes dropped downward, and she bit back a gasp when she saw his fat cock through his loose trousers. He stood there for another moment, and then turned and walked away. Donna peeked out of the side of her eyes at Judge Loftin, and was glad to see he was reading some type of document on his desk. Randall Loftin grinned widely as he walked away from the woman. He could not smell liquor on her, but he was convinced she had drunk some already. He made the long island iced tea strong, and it was a strong drink anyway, and then surreptitiously poured a small vial of liquid into the drink. He doubted she would drink the whole thing, but the stuff was powerful. That was the advantage of having a judge as a brother – you got the best dope. He met Dean's eyes, and they both grinned widely at one another. John had told them both what had happened as soon as he got home from his date that night. He had been amazed when the woman called and wanted a meeting, and could not pass the chance up. So he had called Randall, and arranged to have some of the drug. It did not knock a person out, did not even incapacitate them much, but it loosened inhibitions drastically. From what his son had told him, the woman's inhibitions would not have to be loosened much to allow Dean and his brother to double-team her. Dean got up from behind his desk and walked to the couch. He stared down at Donna Williamson as Randall handed her the drink and sat down right beside her. The woman blushed, and looked around the room. She was a looker. She had an aristocratic, fine boned face, with high cheekbones and a delicate jaw. Dean stared at her mouth, at the wide, pouting lips. She had put on not much makeup, but her lips were the exception. They were covered liberally in shiny pink lipstick that screamed SLUT to Dean. He could not tell much about her body. He liked the swell of her hips – her skirt could not hide that – but the jacket covered too much of her body. He smiled when she finally looked up at him. She took a sip of the drink, and gasped sharply. "I didn't know it was going to be alcoholic," she said softly, holding a hand to her chest. Dean sat down on the other side of her. "Do you want me to take it back?" he asked, trying to meet her eyes, but she kept glancing around the room. "No, I guess it shouldn't go to waste, and it is lunchtime," Donna said softly, then took another cautious sip of the drink. She was already drunk enough, she said to herself. She did not like the way Judge Loftin stared at her, and the two men sitting on either side of her had her feeling trapped. "Now, what can I do for you, Ms. Williamson?" "Um, well, it's about your son, Judge Loftin." He did not say, You can call me Dean, like she thought he would. Instead, he sat there for a moment, staring at her with those dark eyes. His shoulders and arms were nearly as big as his brothers. Then he finally said, "What about him, Ms. Williamson? I don't have all day. Just tell me what you're doing here." Donna nodded, took a long sip of the drink this time, then another quick one. The drink had a zingy taste to it, and she didn't know why she thought it had been so strong. She could barely taste the alcohol now. She felt a flush spread through her body, and a rush went up her spine, reminding her of the cocaine buzz. She blinked, and looked at Randall as he laid a hand on her knee. "Are you alright, Donna?" "Yes, thank you, Randall," she said, and swallowed again. God, she felt good. "Anyway, um, John, your son – well, I had a counseling session with him on Tuesday, and after we had talked for a while he . . . Umm, he tried to force himself on me." Donna trailed off. She had rehearsed her anger over and over, had made a whole speech, and now she sat there tongue tied and miserable. She perched on the edge of the couch, her back straight. She barely noticed when Randall's hand stayed on her knee. "What do you mean, tried to force himself on you?!" the judge demanded. His hand gripped her upper arm tightly, his fingers going all the way around Donna's arm easily. She gasped at the feel of his big, strong fingers digging into her flesh, and blinked at what he said next. "Is this some type of extortion bid? Are you going to try to demand money? Is that why you didn't go to the police?" "No, of course not!" Donna gasped, shocked that he would even think such a thing. "I . . . I didn't think either of us needed the publicity. My fiancé would kill me if this got out!" The judge looked at her for several long moments, then nodded and let go of her arm. "Well, then I need to know exactly what happened so I can decide what to do," he said. Donna nodded, and licked her lips nervously. For the first time, she noticed Randall's big hand on her knee. She looked at it for a moment, but decided it was just a friendly gesture. 'Um, well, we were sitting on the couch – " "Is that your normal practice? To sit on the couch with students?" "No, I mean, um, yes, I try to put them on an equal level. Anyway, towards the end of our session he – umm, he pulled his thing out. His penis," Donna stuttered, blushing a bright red. "What were you wearing?" Dean asked, his eyes sharp. Donna finished another sip of the drink, and said, "About what I have on now." "Were you wearing your jacket?" Dean asked. His plan was about to go into effect. He already knew everything that had happened that night, and he meant to exploit this horny bitch literally to the hilt. "Um, well, no," Donna said softly. "Good then, why don't you take it off. Here, I'll hold your drink." Then he was reaching out, taking the drink from her motionless hand. Donna stared at the man in shock. Then heard Randall saying from the other side of her, "We're just trying to get to the bottom of this, Donna." He squeezed the flesh just above her knee reassuringly. Donna nodded, dazed. She felt so much like she had just done a big line of coke. "I'm not sure if I should do that," she said softly, but she had already undone the first button of the jacket. The men sat there, staring at her as she undid another button, then another. Donna unfastened the last button, and hesitated slightly, but before she could do anything, Randall took his hand off of her leg and peeled the jacket down her shoulders. She looked a quick thanks at him, but his eyes were locked on her breasts. Donna looked down, and bit her lip. The shirt was smaller than she had remembered, and formed to her breasts. She could see the lacy bra underneath the light silk shirt, and could see where her proud bosom pushed over the edge of the bra. Donna blushed. She did not know what to do with her hands, so she just kept them clasped in her lap. The Judge was staring at her breasts also. "What did he do next?" dean asked, finally looking into the woman's eyes. "He – he tried to kiss me," she said, trying to make her voice sound strong. She felt Randall's hand on her thigh again, above the knee this time, almost at the edge of the skirt. She stared at his hand for a moment, and then took another sip of the drink. "Like this?" Dean asked, and turned her head slightly, his big finger hot under her chin. Then he was bending towards her. Before Donna could understand what was happening, his lips were on hers, his tongue probing at her lips. Donna's mouth dropped open before she could stop it, and then the man's tongue was in her mouth. She gripped the drink tightly with one hand, and pushed him away. "Yes, kind of," Donna said shakily. She looked back down at her legs, and saw that Randall had slid his hand a bit further up her thigh. Her skirt was now bunched just slightly around his hand. "John said that you took your shirt off, showed him your breasts." Donna opened her mouth, but what could she say? It was the truth, but not the whole truth. "Well, did you?" "Um, it's not like you –" "Did you take your shirt off?" "Yes!" "Your mad because he didn't fuck you, aren't you, Ms. Williamson?" Dean asked softly. "What? No, of course not!" "Well, he said you were a complete slut. He said all he had to do was show you his big dick and feel your tits up for a few minutes, and you were on your knees sucking his cock." "No! That's not the way it happened! Oh, my god, what are you doing?" Donna gasped as he moved his right hand suddenly. Then he was pressing the side of the glass against the tip of her left breast. The icy coldness of the glass made Donna's breath freeze in her throat. Her nipple had already been swollen and hard, and the icy glass was making it worse! "Why are your nipples so stiff, Ms. Williamson? Tell you what; I know a way to determine the truth of this. Let me feel your breasts up for five minutes. If you can stop me after that, then I will punish my son." Donna stared at him, her mouth sagging open in a sexy O. The glass pressed harder against her firm tit mound, began rubbing the stiff bud of her nipple slightly. What did the men think they were going to do right here in a state building? She looked at him, then her eyes went of their own accord downward to his lap. She saw his stiff cock through the dress slacks he was wearing, and a tremor went through her as she snatched her eyes away from his cock bulge. She did not see him set down the drink, and did not see his hand until the moment before his palm pressed against the tip of her left breast "Judge Loftin!" She gasped as his fingers began kneading her heaving breast with more force. He lifted the globe, and squeezed it strongly through the thin shirt and bra. Donna stared down at his hand miserably as he said easily, "Just five minutes, Donna, and then we'll know one way or another. Does that sound reasonable?" he asked his voice making it sound as though if she thought anything else she was as stupid as he thought. Donna tried to swallow, but her mouth was dry. Her head was spinning as Loftin squeezed her breast harder. Donna was more than drunk. She felt high as well. She was still sitting on the couch, her back arched, her legs pressed tightly together. Randall stared at the gorgeous woman, and grinned widely. He squeezed her thigh hard, till she gasped softly, but she did nothing other than that. She looked around the room nervously, as though by pretending the men were not feeling her up she could stop what was happening. Her eyes were glazed, and half closed as she finally nodded, agreeing to the judge's terms. "Very well," Loftin said softly. His hands were gentler now, teasing and rubbing instead of squeezing. Donna Williamson shifted uncomfortably on the couch, and looked down with dazed eyes at Randall's hand pushing her skirt up another inch. Quite a bit of her lithe thighs were visible now, but her thighs were still pressed tightly together. "Now, why don't you take your shirt off for me," Loftin smiled at her. "After all, you did for my son." Donna stared at the man. She wanted to protest, but for some reason what he said made sense. God, she was high! She reached up with trembling hands, and undid the first button on the shirt. "You . . . nothing will happen? I have your word?" "Sure," Loftin replied, staring into her eyes as she undid the rest of the buttons slowly. Then she was spreading the halves of the shirt. Randall let out a low whistle. John had been right – this chick had unbelievable tits! They were overflowing the little bra she had worn, her stiff nipples right at the edge of the cups. Donna blinked as the men peeled the shirt from her shoulders. "I'm not sure if you should do that!" she said, but they were already peeling the shirt off of her arms. Donna shivered, and then planted her fists on the couch, looking about the room, anywhere but at the two men. Dean Loftin's hand was caressing her shoulder. "You've got great breasts, Donna," he breathed into her ear. She glanced at him, and then looked at his hand as it slipped the slim bra strap off of her shoulder. "Ohnn, Judge Loftin," she breathed heavily. His hand slipped down her arm, and then reached over casually and peeled the bra down from her right breast. She stared down at his hand in shock as he gently cupped her now naked breast and began kneading it softly, rolling his fingers over her stiff nipple, then lifting the whole globe up and out from her chest. He could not believe how soft her breast was. He squeezed a bit harder, but the woman merely squirmed on the couch, her breath rasping in her throat. When he bent and sank his lips over her nipple, she gasped softly, her breath shaking in her throat. "Ohnn, Judge Loftin, I'm . . . I'm not sure you should do that!" Donna twisted on the couch to no avail. Dean's big hand was behind her, and she had no room to move. She was trapped between the two men. The middle aged bride to be felt Randall's hand slip higher up her thigh. She glanced down in time to see his long fingers slipping under the skirt. It had pushed up quite far, exposing the dark ring at the top of her thigh highs. In a moment, she felt his hand against the naked flesh of her upper thigh. "Oh, my god, what are you guys doing to me?" she breathed softly. Randall squeezed the woman's thigh hard. He heard her moan, and the petite beauty shifted slightly on the couch, her legs separating just a bit. He rubbed her leg from her knee to her upper thigh now, each time spreading her legs apart a bit more. He leaned down, and kissed her cheek. She turned to him, as though to say something, but before she could he had sealed his lips to hers, and wormed his tongue into her mouth. Donna slipped her eyes closed as Randall began kissing her deeply, passionately. It felt so strange to have her big titties being licked and sucked and to be kissed at the same time. She shifted again, opening her legs further, then moaned into his mouth as his hand slid smoothly onto her panty covered pussy. She somehow stopped kissing Randall, and stared at him with wide eyes as he slowly pushed her silk panties into her moistening snatch. "Ohhhnnn," she gasped as Dean Loftin's teeth bit strongly on the puffy tip of her tit. His other hand pushed the left bra strap from her shoulder, and then he was freeing that breast also. "Ohhnnn, noooo," Donna squealed as he captured the swaying globe and began mauling it roughly. The twin sensations of her bosom being caressed and mauled, and Randall's strong hand working on her pussy had Donna's head swimming. God, she was drunk! The feel of the slick silk invading her pouting pussy lips was making her eyes roll back in her head. Then his thumb was . . . pressing . . . against her. The big pad of his thumb seemed to find her clitoris as though by magic. He rolled the stiffening button softly, and then gently rubbed the silk over it. Donna felt him moving, shifting, but did not think anything of it. Then Dean Loftin's mouth was covering hers. His thick, muscular tongue speared into her mouth, and she pushed her own small, agile tongue back at it, then tenderly explored his mouth, which tasted strongly of mint. They shared a long, slow kiss as Randall knelt down between her slim thighs. He was still rubbing and flicking her clit through the panties, but now he pulled them to one side. "Oh, no, Randall, please . . . please don't do that," she gasped, somehow pulling her mouth away from Dean's kiss. Steff Ch. 08 He sat back and stared at her. She was gorgeous. Her proud bosom heaved on her chest, the large, firm breasts coming to a sharp point. Her hands were still pressed into the couch, her back was still arched. Her skirt was gathered around her hips now, exposing all of her skimpy panties to the men's eyes. Dean was not even touching her now. All her attention was focused on Randall. She watched with slitted eyes as with one hand he still flicked and rubbed her small clitoris. Each time he rubbed the silk across her swollen love button, a strong pulse was set off in her body, making her breath catch. He slowly drew the panties to one side, exposing her light brown bush, carefully trimmed. Her plump pussy lips pouted outward, glistening with her juices. He grinned as he slowly pushed a finger to her cunt lips, and then slowly but powerfully screwed it into the woman's tight, juicy pussy. As he sank his finger into her snatch, he watched as her small body twitched slightly. She relaxed, and then tensed again, but he noticed that she swiveled her hips very slightly. When he looked up, she was leaned all the way against the back of the couch, her eyes closed, her hands working at her own swollen nipples. "Oh, god, please, Randall, don't fuck me with your finger!" Donna sighed as he pulled it out, then pushed it back in. Then he was setting a steady rhythm, screwing his long finger in and out of her spasming pussy. Donna could not help rolling her hips against the man's hand, and let out a shuddering gasp as he inserted a second finger into her pussy. Then she was crying out loudly, yelling "Fuck!!" over and over again as the orgasm shook her frame. She rolled her hips like a slut as the waves washed over her. It was only dimly that she realized he was no longer touching her pussy. She blinked, and realized he had unfastened her skirt and taken it off of her. As she watched he unfastened the knots at her hips and drew her panties off. Donna blinked blearily. She barely realized she was now naked except for her thigh high stockings and high heels. Then Randall was bending down. She felt his breath against her thigh, and breathed out a long breath as his tongue drew a line of fire against the naked skin of her upper thigh. She felt his hands, on the inside of her knees, forcing her thighs apart, spreading her pussy to his tongue. "Ohhhhh, ohhn, uhnnn, uh, uh, uhmmmmmmm!" Donna sighed and gasped helplessly as he leaned forward the last little bit. His tongue flicked out and licked along the gash of her pouting pussy lips. "OOOOHHHHNNN, Randall!!!!!" Donna protested – or thought she did – as he dug his strong tongue into her pussy. He nibbled at her sensitive lips with his tongue and teeth, and then licked up the length of her pussy, drawing his tongue roughly over her vibrating clit. Donna felt like a bolt of lightning went off in her body. She felt somebody next to her on the couch, and looked over the see the Judge completely naked. His thick body was rippled with muscle – she was surprised that he was in such good shape. Then her eyes dropped helplessly to his penis. Randall flicked her clit with his tongue, then nibbled at it with his thick, sensuous lips. Donna's mouth dropped open, and her eyes dazed and trying to focus . She reached out without thinking, and wrapped her fingers around the thick, rock hard shaft. She drew her hand up to the knob, and then slid it back to the base of the thick stalk. It was at least ten inches long, and thick with a dark, plum sized crown. She stared at the fat shaft in her hand as Randall dug his tongue into her tight pussy again. "What did my son make you do next, Ms. Williamson?" Loftin asked, moving on the couch, standing on the seat so his waving cock was pointing right at the woman's face. "He . . . he made me take his cock into my mouth," Donna said softly. She had her hands pressed to the fronts of his thighs now, and looked up at him out of her startling blue eyes. "Do . . . do you want me to show you?" "I think that would be nice, Ms. Williamson." Donna nodded again. God, what was she doing? She screamed to herself. The hot tongue torturing her flicked at her clit again. A strong pulse went off in her body, and she was barely aware of leaning forward. She orgasmed as she wrapped her luscious lips around Dean's fat member. The middle-aged woman wrapped her plush lips over her teeth, and began chewing on the thick, hard shaft. Then she started sucking on it softly, her cheeks collapsing around the fat thing in her mouth. "Mmnnn," she moaned softly, and then dipped her head forward, taking three inches of the fat shaft into her mouth, then two more. Judge Loftin watched in glee as the woman began moving her head slowly, taking half his boner into her softly sucking mouth, and then drawing back out. Spit and precum dripped from her stretched out lips. Then he was pulling her mouth away from him. "You can suck me off later, Ms. Williamson. For now," he slid to the couch. Donna looked at him blearily. Without thinking, she trailed her hand down and once again encircled his stiff cock with her long, slender fingers. "What would my son have made you do if he had had the time, Ms. Williamson?" Donna glanced at Randall. He grinned at her, and continued taking off his trousers. Donna looked away, and allowed her hand to start moving slowly on the fat dick. God, it felt so good in her sweaty fist, so solid! "He . . . he would have . . ." "Why don't you show me?" Judge Loftin said Donna pouted at him prettily, her sweaty hand still lightly pumping his cock. Then she swung her right leg over his. She felt the fat knob of his cock brush against her thigh, wet and hot, and she shuddered softly. Dean smiled up at her, and trailed his fingers along her gently rounded belly. Donna bit her lower lip, raised herself up slightly, and then slotted the spongy knob against the pouting lips of her juicy snatch. She grunted at the feel of his fat cock crown as it pushed past the swollen lips of her juicy sex. 'That's the way, you fucking slut," Judge Loftin said softly. His fingertips grazed her hips, and Donna shut her eyes as she twisted herself down on top of him. His shaft spread her apart beautifully – she shuddered into another orgasm before the fat pole had worked its way halfway inside her. She loved fucking. She was sure they had drugged her now – she felt to high for it to be otherwise. She realized, though, that she would have fucked these two men even if they had not drugged her. Donna heard loud moans as she began riding the judge harder, swiveling her hips, driving her steaming cunt up and down his rampant manhood. His big hands were on her ass now, squeezing the plush cheeks. She knew he would leave marks there, and where his hot, thick lips were sucking at the skin of her breast. He was marking her, and she loved it! Finally, he roared and bucked underneath her. Donna felt his stiff cock explode deep in her pussy, and she tightened her muscles around his cock as he loosed load after load of cum into her snatch. Judge Loftin looked up at the woman. She was staring at him with those green eyes, but he knew she was not seeing him. Her mouth was hanging open, and she was gasping as her own body shuddered in illicit pleasure. Donna was not sure when she was pulled off of the judge's lap, when Randall sat her on the edge of the couch. She looked at his cock as he stepped between her legs. His long fingers curled in her hair, and he brought her gasping mouth to his cock. Donna opened her mouth in a wide O and let out a muffled gasp as Randall fucked his cock slowly into her mouth. It bumped against the back of her throat. His hands steadied her head, and then he nudged forward. Donna felt her throat expand to accept his fat flared cock knob. She resisted the gag impulse, and the next thing she knew her nose was buried in Randall's wiry cock hair. She had his entire monster cock in her throat and mouth! Donna could not describe how sexy it felt to have the man slowly pull her head back. She tightened her lips around the shaft, and rubbed her tongue over the shaft as it slid from her sucking mouth. He paused with just the tip inside the ruing of her lips. He pulled her head forward, fucking four, then five inches of his cock in her mouth. Then he was thrusting all the way forward again, sinking his fat boner to the root. When he pulled out, Donna reached up and gripped the base of his dick, began jacking it with her hand as his knob suddenly grew slightly and began spitting juices into her mouth. Donna swallowed frantically, but even so some of his cum leaked from her greedy mouth and dripped on her heaving, firm titties. She looked around blearily as Randall stepped away from her. The judge had left the room sometime, she did not know when. She looked at Randall as he spoke, and a shiver went through her. "Come here, bitch, I'm not done with you yet," he said. She got up in a daze, and slowly stripped off the rest of her clothes. She stared at his cock. It had not even gotten soft. He bent her over the desk, and Donna shut her eyes and shuddered into another orgasm as he began railing her from behind. She wondered how many times she would come that day. She had already lost count.