Lindsey - Part 3 by Titslave
It was very gratifying to stand on the sun-drenched front lawn (150 feet wide), next to a large old, sprawling oak tree, and take in the view of our brand new house - with Lindsey at my side. This custom-built colonial was our shining castle. I thought of how impressive I would be to my colleagues and friends when we had them over. No one could afford a house like this unless they were really successful, they would think.
Greg and his muscle bound people had gotten there ahead of us and unloaded the big items from the truck and the van very quickly. Because of Lindsey's inexhaustible efforts on the move each box had a floor plan taped to it that gave explicit instructions about where the box went. All morning long, other than when that perverted activity was going on between these apes and my wife, I watched in awe as large, heavy items that I thought would require at least two strong guys were moved by one of Greg's people without any noticeable exertion. Rico, Rudy and Ed moved an old upright piano - with the weight of a Pontiac - like it was a lamp. I would stand there and suggest a way of moving small appliances or large furniture using dollies and two strong backs and Greg or somebody would smile and say, "I'll move it," and simply pick it up.
Flash came up to us on the lawn and said: "I won. I get to move you in," picking my wife up off the ground gracefully, like a Baryshnikov. He held her in his arms and stared closely at her chest. "I don't see one of Lindsey's diagrams - - now where does this lovely piece go?" he muttered, ignoring me, lifting her higher so that her head was above his, and burying his face in her bosom. Lindsey screamed mock alarm and her arms pulled his head into her as she ground her tits back and forth against him. A kid rode by on a bike; someone pulled out of a driveway two houses down. This is great, I thought to myself: A hefty, muscle-bound young Black guy, with an obvious erection in the XL size range, was standing in the front yard of our new home, humiliating me and, to the curious eyes of our new neighbors, was burying his sweating nose and mouth in Lindsey's immense chest. I followed Flash and Lindsey in, cheers and applause greeting my wife's entrance.
I put beer in the cooler, dumped the ice on it, and made a big deal of announcing to everyone there was ice cold Heineken's with their names on it. Our new home's kitchen was larger than the other, with gorgeous cabinets and a long island in the middle that included a sink, a grille, and vast counter space.
What was left to be moved out of the truck and into our dream home was the entertainment center and a lot of little items. The center was going upstairs into the large master bedroom. At the top of the stairs was a skylit hall, almost a room, of some size, with furniture placed in one half. The open half of this upstairs hall had doors to the master bathroom and the master bedroom, to which the way was cleared to move in the center.
We congregated in the kitchen. "One more mile and you're done," I said to Greg, trying to appear undisturbed about what just happened and handing him a beer. He said nothing, declined the bottle with an impersonal shake of his head, and stared intensely at my wife's ass. Lindsey, I was relieved to see, was being more formal with these brash hunks. Somebody would grab her and she evaded their hands. She smiled or giggled, but she wasn't letting them get much of a feel. She was a whirlpool of motion, stacking, sorting, cleaning. I did think she was more kinetic than usual, if that was possible. Something was pushing her to move so kinetically. She was very much in charge when she was like this.
Finally she came to a state of rest. She and I stood alongside one another, leaning against the island. She lit a cigarette, put the match out with her fingers, and, as any time she had done this before, with no apparent sign of discomfort. Flash whispered "Ouch! Damn, girl!" She just looked at the floor, then stared at me, unsmiling. "What?" I said. She kept staring and dragging on the Marlboro. With the cigarette dangling from her mouth she produced a hairbrush from her handbag, then grabbed some lipstick and a compact. Nobody but me was sipping a beer. Some of the guys were drinking water and staring at her. They got quieter. She brushed those wonderful locks of hers and then threw the cigarette at Rico, laughing when it him in the crotch. He threw it in the sink, and laughed: "You're in trouble now. You're going to get it." She laughed back, "you got what it takes to take what I got, sugar?" She held the make-up mirror in her hand and applied lipstick slowly. "I g all night, if you want it," he said. Rudy and Flash were snickering and echoing his side of this banter. "If you can feed it to me all night, I definitely think I want it," she said, staring into the mirror at that beautiful face. "Sounds pretty suggestive to me," I observed, shaking my head.
She took her time making herself up, and the suspense was building among us: what was next? With a Kleenex between her long fingers she rubbed off old make-up and slowly put on new base and then spruced up the mascara and eye shadow.
Then Lindsey stretched her arms behind and to her sides and rested her elbows on the island. She looked ravishing. Six pairs of horny male eyes were glued to her tits.
Watching this reaction in their faces she said, after a minute or two of silence: "Honey, I really do like this house." She looked at them some more and with that magical unsmiling face, eyebrows raised, she added: "And I - - really like the way these guys are staring at my chest." Before I could say anything, she again peeled her top down to her waist and pulled one of her breasts teasingly out of her bra. Finally I yelled: "Lindsey, I thought ----" She cut me off: "My husband got beer. Why aren't you handsome studs sucking on beers?" Flash laughed: "Cause we want to suck your tits, wifey!" They all laughed. "Just look at that huge tit!" someone laughed.
"You mean you'd rather play with these then have some of Butterball's beer?" she shook her large chest right in front of Little D, then pulled his head gently down into her tits. I knew then and there that I was in for it.
Little D buried his face in her tits, her hand stroking his hair. Her other hand offered him a nipple. Greg walked over and pulled at the other breast to dig its round fullness out of her bra, kissing her deeply. Soon they were all surrounding her, and I heard comments like "Love these big titties" and "what fuckin' boobs! Can't get enough!", and moans. Hands now moved to her ass and her crotch, and before long she was down to her thong panties, her leotard and shorts scrunched around her knees. She had the guys pick her up and put her on the counter of the big island in the center of the kitchen. "So who wants to fuck my face?" she said, puckering her lips, then letting her serpentine tongue hang out and lick the air in front of her face. She was giving me shivers I never thought possible. Now she was on all fours, and was picking up and dropping her left tit with her hand and letting the heavy flesh fall so that it went back to hanging deliciously over the counter. She looked at me. "I just have to suck some dick. I am so fucking hungry for cock." Greg was particularly captivated by her tits and he and Rudy kept playing with them, shaking them as they hung and jiggled from her chest. "I bet you can really suck a dick," Greg said, his mouth opening wide as she rubbed his crotch.
I had to protect my home and everything I had worked for. She was taking this thing to complete debauchery. "Lindsey, I was willing to go along with the strip show and an occasional grab, but you're going too far now." I heard myself and thought that if they sensed the increasingly unsure tone in my voice like I heard it, that I would be laughed at.
Rudy walked over to her and began kissing her ass cheeks, then licking them. Little D joined him and pulled her leotard and shorts off of her legs and past her shiny high heels. He sighed and leaned over the counter and began caressing and licking her thighs. Greg stepped around in front of her and elevated himself with a stool that the previous owners had left in the kitchen. His swollen crotch was aimed directly at her face.
As he unzipped himself Greg stared down at her and said: "Hey Tim, if we move your entertainment center exactly the way you want it moved, up to the second floor of your new dream house, we get to fuck her." He pulled out his very hard and very long cock. It was so stiff and standing up so straight he had to bend it to position it in front of her mouth. "How does that sound, chubby? Your wife fucks all of us." I was coming to know a profound sense of humiliation, being called that name by this man. I hated the excess pounds on me.
I moved toward my wife and stood next to the counter, and stared in a trance at the sight of my bride kissing, licking and lovingly nibbling on Greg's fat dick. The bold profiles of its veins and its purple head looked so wicked as Lindsey's tongue savagely slobbered all over him. He pulled his penis up and presented his balls to her. She grabbed them with her fingers and moaned appreciatively. Lindsey looked up at him and smiled. "I have been waiting to suck your cock, to show my appreciation for the wonderful job you've done for us," she said, guiding him into her hungry mouth. He began to stroke his cock in and out of her mouth. Considering how long he was, I was very surprised that when he fucked her deep into her throat she took it all.
"I was hoping you'd blow me first, baby," he said. "We've been moving your load and now we've got some loads for you." She kept her hands rested on the counter and let his pulsing boner rub all over her face. She leaned down and enthusiastically kissed and licked his scrotum. She lifted her face and let him fuck it again. His strokes quickened and soon she was jacking his shaft. Ed and Rudy were squeezing her tits. "Where do you want this? You hungry?" he asked. She nodded, working his prick hard. Greg was panting now, his eyes beginning to half close. His pelvis thrusted into her mouth, and then he spasmed, shooting down her throat. She moaned appreciatively and kept licking and sucking his cock after he came.
He gasped as they smiled at each other. "Hey Chubby, your wife really knows how to polish an apple. She's a fucking expert." She giggled, and kissed the big dick at hand. "I just want to thank you for moving us, in my little, humble way." "Who do you want to thank next?" he said. "Well, sir, do each of your guys meet the specifications?" "It took me two days of phone calls to round 'em up," Greg said, slapping his prick against her face. "So these are all big cocks?" "You be the judge, cocksucker," he said. "Well anybody will do in that case," she said, kissing his balls. Greg turned to Rudy, "We'll go by seniority. Your turn." Rudy moved in front of her and unzipped his pants.
She laughed as he pulled out his thick, very hard dick. "Will you just look at this rod?" she said, licking her lips and gripping him tightly with her right hand. "Suck me," he muttered, pulling a bit on her hair. She took him all in her mouth and soon her head was moving energetically back and forth, her puckering mouth attacking his cock with a vengeance. "Still hungry?" he asked. "Jack it in my face, fucker," she whimpered, holding it lovingly with her right hand and licking up and down the saliva-coated shaft. He swayed his hips so that his red hot poker slapped her in the cheeks. He stroked his meat furiously and within a few minutes he shot a bucketful of cum in her mouth, and she cleaned his dick, cum dripping out of her mouth and onto the counter-top.
"Rico, you're up, buddy!" Greg called. Rudy and Rico exchanged high fives. Rico produced his industrial strength Black cock - it was larger and thicker than Greg's, and raring to go - then, incredibly, pulled her right off the island, grabbed her tightly around the waist, and as they smiled at each other suddenly flipped her around, inverting her so that her face was flush with his crotch. Lindsey was screaming and laughing. "All right!" Ed laughed, as the others hooted. Rico's lusty stare fixed on her behind as he lowered and raised her mouth and she latched on to his purple meat. It was amazing to see this man standing in my kitchen and holding my screaming wife with his huge arms as she hungrily fellated him. Her big tits hung down onto her shoulders and her hair dangled almost to his feet. He looked at me, panting and clearly enjoying the feel of her sweet lips and tongue all over his manhood. "Hey Chubby, have you ever gotten her to suck you off like this? Your miss ould teach a course in gobbling dick!" He closed his eyes and whispered, "Oh yeah, gobble me up baby. Suck my cock." Lindsey moaned, appreciating the taste of this stiff dickmeat. One free hand anchored her by holding his ass; the other dug into his briefs and liberated his fat hairy nuts. Her fingers gently cupped and caressed them.
After about five minutes even a strong man like Rico had to direct his energy exclusively to my wife's slutty mouth. He called out for assistance in holding her. Fearing that he was close and losing his grip, and not wanting her to fall, I instinctively stepped to his side and held her one hip. Ed, grinning at me, took over on the opposite side. Ed already had his dick out and had been jacking it impatiently when he stepped in to let Rico enjoy this blowjob. Rico took his now free hands and eagerly grabbed Lindsey's ass, mashing her pussy into his face.
I could not believe I was watching these guys - evidently all of them had dicks much thicker and longer than mine - waiting in line to get sucked off by my wife. Rico blasted a bucket of semen into her mouth and when he let her stand upright she showed them all the large quantity of Rico-jizz by letting it spill, foamy and thick, in an evil, slow creep down her chin and onto her tits.
Now she was on her knees. Ed waddled up to her with his pants halfway down his thighs. After licking and sucking him she wrapped her massive boobs around his cock and jerked her body up and down, smiling at him and the others. She talked to him gently, almost like a nurse to a burn patient: "You like my tits on this big cock? God those big veins feel nice rubbing against my nipples." He cried out and shot gobs of cream up at her neck and face. His prostate must have been at the gym because one string blasted on to my leg and I was two feet behind her. Lindsey whimpered and licked his dick clean. By now Flash was practically pushing Ed out of the way and rammed his very long, slender dick into her mouth. She kept on going, it was one big blowjob for her. "Take your pants down and slap me with your cock," she yelled. She fell back on her ass and slid back so that she sat against the island, her long legs bent at the knees. We seemed to be getting into bigger dick as we wen n the roster. He slapped his magnificent tool against her face, to the encouraging cheers of his colleagues. Flash was built like a flashlight, and the smack of his cock against her cheeks and neck was the only sound in our house. She laughed: "Stick it in me and fuck my throat and my mouth will fuck you right back."
He jacked himself as he contemplated the position she was now in. "Come on, fuck my mouth, you fucking Black bull," she said impetuously, pulling him to her.
"But if we do it that way you'll bang your head against the counter," he chuckled, sweat pouring off his chin onto her legs and the floor. "I don't give a shit," she said, stroking his dick feverishly. "Are you sure?" Greg said, "That's going to hurt." Flash moaned: "This bitch is just crazy for dick. Well I'm ready to go and there's no stopping me." She grabbed him and inhaled his cock. "You are one hungry wife!" he laughed. Soon, with her encouragement, he was fucking her face vigorously, and as she jerked herself back and forth to meet his thrusts her head took some nasty clunks against the island paneling. The more intense it got the more this happened. "Lindsey, please," I called to her. But she was too far gone, and for another couple of minutes they rocked the kitchen and then he cursed loudly and came in her mouth.
She stood slowly, rubbed the back of her head and looked at me and rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders, then, when Rico said, "show us that cum, big tits," she turned and let the copious shots of cum in her mouth drip and ooze out of her mouth. As it fell on her tit she looked down, grabbed it and pulled it to her mouth, and looked at Rico. Her tongue danced around her nipple, then chewed on it. She closed her eyes and let the tit drop down to her chest. They applauded. "How's your head?" Flash asked. "It hurts like hell, but your cock was worth it," she snickered. Then she turned to Little D, who was rubbing his loins. "OK, now that leaves you, Mr. Foot Long. Take your pants down and get your ass up here, on your back. I really really want to suck your cock." She patted the top of the counter and he eagerly, still saying nothing, lay on the island.
His long, fat prick was appropriately last in line. It was colossal, totally aroused, pointing to the ceiling. "Damn you're a BIG boy!" she cried. He had long dread locks and deep black skin, intelligent eyes with a trace of blue in his eyes, under heavy eyebrows. She bent down to him and kissed him sloppily on the mouth, then she reached over and slowly, dramatically, settled her hand on his penis. She gripped it gently and slid her hand up and down the stem, then played with his hairy balls, which seemed like two grapefruits. She raised herself up from his head and leaned over so that her big tits hovered over his mouth. She jacked his large manmeat tenderly and looked down at his eyes fixing on her breasts. "Suck 'em," she said quietly. Her teats stuck out, pointing at the other guys, who watched hypnotically, rubbing their crotches again. She shook her tits hard, making them bounce sideways, then raised them teasingly, and lowered one into his wide open mouth, his ton lickering at the nipple. The aureole seemed to take in half of his face. He grabbed the other and sucked it fiercely. "So you do you like sucking my tits while I jack off your horse cock?" she giggled.
His attention to her breasts made her pick up the pace on her handjob. She stared at his cock hypnotically as he sucked on her tits. This was getting everyone sizzling again, including me.
After a few minutes she bent down and began to lick his cock and balls. His hand moved to her back and ass, sliding aggressively into her butt crack, and rubbing her asshole. She was clearly transfixed at the size of his organ and would take it out of her mouth and jack it, marveling at its thickness and length. It began to shine with her spit. She gripped it tightly and rubbed it all over her face, moaning. Her tongue explored his pisshole as her fingers traveled up and down the very impressive distance from his testicles to the head. "Suck that monster cock," Rudy said, chuckling. Ed was behind her, playing with her pendulous tits and kissing and licking her butt cheeks. "Let me have some of that ass. I got to eat her ass." Greg said, stepping in to take over as Ed followed his boss's instructions. "I knew you wanted me to eat your ass the first night we met," Greg said, talking to Lindsey. "Why else would you rub it into my face when we came down from the attic at th house?" She stopped sucking off Little D and stroked his immense dick, and turned to look back at Greg on his knees, his face buried in her ass. She giggled, "I think you like licking my asshole, Greg! Don't stop until I say." She swung her ass back and forth at him and then shifted her eyes to me. She was relaxed - for the first time in memory I saw my wife in a state of comfortable repose. It seemed like this servicing of these horse dick studs in front of me was a source of brief windows of tranquillity for her - before she heated up again with her bottomless appetite for dick.
Then she dived into the big penis in front of her and sucked him hard, working slowly but ultimately achieved the goal of swallowing his entire manhood. She choked and gagged, but eventually, to the cheers of the others, her big lips were sunk in his pubic hair. She paused marvelously in that position, God knows how many inches of ebony rattlesnake packed deep into her throat Then her head resumed an up and down motion. "What a fucking cocksucker!", Rico laughed. "Girl you're getting a nice hot cum lunch. You must have been starving.....Oh shit I think my little brother is about to cum in your fucking whore mouth." Faster and faster and then Little D made the first sound of the day, a scream, long and loud, as he buckled, his hand in her hair, and shot what must have been a barrel of cum against my wife's tonsils. She choked a little with the large load and then stood and stuck her tongue out. "Fucking delicious," she whispered, her hands all over his schwantz. She be er and kissed and licked his cock, laughing as he whispered something to her in a deep, raspy voice.
After a few minutes Lindsey said: "That was great. Now you guys do the entertainment center. I'm going to take a shower." She gave each of their cocks a playful squeeze and abruptly disappeared to the upstairs bathroom. "Hey, wait a minute!" Flash yelled, frowning. Greg walked over to me, his pants and belt buckled but his semi-hard cock hanging, or rather pointing outward brazenly, challenging my role in my own home. "We're going to fuck her every which way after we move your precious furniture up stairs," he said authoritatively. "Like hell," I said. "I know my wife. She won't have real sex with you. If you want to get paid and keep your reputation as a moving company you'll know when to quit."
They were all staring solemnly, gravely, at me now. He was close to my face. "There are three reasons why what you said is complete shit. One, if we can't fuck her you can get some other guys to move the entertainment center in and set it up, and in the meantime we'll leave it in pieces on your fucking lawn. Two, I have come to know your wife well enough and she's a damn nympho, a real cock addict. Am I -uh- correct guys?" He looked to either side and received immediate vocal support. "The first night I was here she dressed like a slut, at your directions, and when we came down from your attic let me play with her bare ass, while you were on the phone. Then she made a point of telling me to spend the time to locate, for my crew, young hunks - and she definitely wanted men of color - who loved big tits and who were well endowed themselves. The last item took some doing and my time is all on your bill. Then she gives me that tape - said it was the least she could do for so 'good enough to eat' - and then she French kisses me in your driveway. Three, Butterball, you're kind of, shall we say, passive about what we're doing to your wife."
I wanted to stand up to him. "Don't call me that name. And I have a real problem with what you've been doing to Lindsey."
He and the others zipped themselves up and headed out of the kitchen. "OK Chubby. But most guys would have gotten a baseball bat by now and gone postal. You, you're all mouth. Let's ask your wife what she wants to do when we get done with the center." They went outside and as I listened to the shower go on I walked halfway up the stairs to talk to Lindsey. It didn't help my confidence that she had deliberately left the door open to the bathroom, and that when they came upstairs she would be plainly visible, naked, in the shower. I turned around and resolved to take things one at a time. The most important thing now was to avoid scratches and any other damage to the finish on the entertainment center.
They grunted and panted but almost perfectly moved the two halves of the entertainment center off the truck and into the foyer. Because this furniture had been on the first floor in the old house the stairs confronted them with two problems not encountered before: how to lift such a heavy piece up a flight of stairs, and how to negotiate the overhanging ceiling, which was about an inch too low for this very tall center. The protective wrap that I had insisted be installed and then replaced again when they moved it into the foyer of the new home glistened from the sunlight pouring in the undressed windows of the living room.
Lindsey's very respectable singing in the shower mixed with the brawny exclamations and directions back and forth between the movers as they struggled to move the oak furniture up the stairs. She emerged from the shower and, clad in only a towel around her head and one around her waist, she stepped to the head of the stairs and looked down at those who were moving her way one step at a time. Her naked breasts jutted out dramatically, given her towering pose at the top of the stairway. Rico and Ed were at the top end of the one half of the center. Rico said, "Come down here and feed us those tits. We need nourishment." She unhesitatingly walked down the five steps to them, jiggling luciously, and pulled Rico's face into her breasts, then Ed's. Soon they were both sucking her tits. She pushed their heads away after a minute and returned to the second floor.
Incredibly, within twenty minutes the two halves of the center were on the second floor. I was kneeling in a corner of the large room at the top of the stairs, checking an outlet. My wife had been in the master bedroom dressing and I was extremely fearful at the prospect of her having intercourse with these gorillas. I had been shocked enough all morning, made to feel pretty small, and was most of all in a puzzlement at my intense sexual response to what I had watched happen between them and Lindsey. Right now my strongest feeling was apprehension at what was next. Oral sex was one thing, but intercourse was too much.
As I worked on the outlet - there was paint over the entire cover so that nothing could be plugged in, and I wanted to put two surge protectors into this outlet to hook up all the electronics equipment that I was so proud of - Lindsey opened the bedroom door, a track light above making her glow.
She had definitely changed her outfit. She now had on flashy earrings, her hair up. Her lipstick was new, a glossy red, and her eyes were made up like a Las Vegas showgirl. The cologne splashed on her skin was strong and intoxicating, almost masculine. She wore a red weave brassiere, one that exposed and pushed in and up the insides of her breasts. The track lighting lit up her chest and made the exaggerated cleavage a delicious shadow of delight. Over this she wore a long sleeved white dress shirt of mine that she was buttoning at the bottom, but was wide open elsewhere in front. The way her fingernails sparkled she must have re-done her nails. She had on a very tight, black velvet mini-skirt that clung to her hips and ass like it was painted on. She had on black web stockings and red 4-inch spike high heels.
The guys had been standing around, leaning against a three couches and the master bed pieces that were bound for the vast master bedroom or for the other bedrooms. They looked at this celebration of carnal pleasure, this personification of sexual paradise, and smiled, then buzzed, then cheered. She gestured to Greg to come over to her and when he joined her in the doorway she said something to him quietly. He suavely said a few things to Rico and Rudy and they to the others. Suddenly I saw them arranging the two halves of the entertainment center side by side so that they formed the long side of a triangle - the other two sides being the walls that formed the corner in which I was working on the outlet. In other words I was abruptly blocked by the two oak pieces so that I was cornered at one end of the upstairs landing.
The movers then began to arrange the couches and put the bed together so that from where I was now standing, in shock, the bed was right in front of me and two of the couches were half further away from me, half flanking it, parallel to it. The other couch was facing me, set beyond the bed. The whole thing was a surreal joke, but I wasn't laughing.
"Excuse me, what the hell is this?" I yelled. "These two pieces go against the north wall of the master bedroom. Greg, if you want to see payment for moving us, you and your men should move the stuff where it goes." They ignored me. I was staring through the cavity where the television would be installed. Lindsey walked over to me slowly, the rhythm of her heels on the oak floor in syncopation with her jiggling chest. "Do I look good in this?" she asked me, smiling. "You look sensational," I muttered, then I yelled at Greg, "Funny joke, Greg. If you want to get paid, move these shelves so I can get out of here!" He pointed at Lindsey. "Talk to the boss," and sat down at one of the couches, as the others were doing, rubbing their crotches and looking with lustful anticipation at my wife's legs and ass.
Lindsey pulled her boobs out of her bra and rested them on the bottom shelf of the TV cavity, then began wiping the shelf with them, their back and forth motion causing the nipples to bounce. "Tim, you know I can read you like a book," she said quietly, so only I could hear her. "I appreciate your misgivings about what I have been doing with these guys today. But I also see that you like it. In fact," she paused, and watched me gaze, bewitched, at her breasts mashing into the wood and rubbing against it. " --- you love it. You don't want me to stop." She turned around and bent forward a little, and I knelt down to the cavity for the video cassette storage. She had lifted her skirt and pushed her ass into the space. I moved my hands over it in wonder. Then she stood up and turned to me again, pushing Rico away with her hand. "Down boy," she cooed.
"I won't fuck them now if you don't want me to," she whispered. "I'm not going to spank you anymore, and I won't let them do it. I think you know my role of trophy wife is over, and so is your propensity for overeating. You can't take anything for granted anymore, sweetheart. Not even my extremes. I've been ahead of you since Mexico but I'm a prisoner of these passions for total male attention. I thought they would subside when we married but they're back. To stay."
"So do you want to have sex with these men?" I asked, unimaginatively, knowing the melancholy answer already and experiencing an eerie sense of danger, eager submission and relief.
"Like I said, I'll throw them out if you don't approve. I can't do it if you don't want me to." She was hugging herself now, her arms squooshing her mammaries without mercy. The energy inside was fighting to break out.
"But do YOU want to?" I asked, my eyes on her body.
She looked back at her wolves. They were now ready to rock her, and were objecting more vocally to the delay. She turned around to me again and closed her eyes for a second, sighed, then looked at me hard: "I want their cock so bad I think I'll die from it."
I put my index finger on her lips and she placed her hand over it and kissed it. We smiled at each other and she slowly turned away from me, stuffing her fat tits back in her bra. I felt like I was jumping off a cliff into the river below, and those chasing me were closing in at the top, or waiting at the bottom, or both.
Greg and Rudy were at the couch to my left, Flash and Ed were at the couch straight ahead, and Rico and his brother sat eagerly at the one to the right. She stood in front of Greg and Rudy and smiled down at them, pulling my shirt off and throwing it, with her eyes on Greg, at Flash. As they laughed she bumped her hip in his direction and giggled.
She pulled her tits out of her bra and leaned over between Greg and Rudy, bracing herself on the back of the couch with her hands. Rudy played with her big tits, making them shake like massive flesh pillows, and Greg stuck his hand under her skirt, then pulled the skirt away from her ass and licked and kissed the cheek and ass crack hungrily. Her nipples got hard quickly and protruded wickedly, pointing at Greg and Rudy. She quickly stood up and swayed over to Flash and Ed. She got between them too and leaned over to give Flash a big sloppy kiss, slapping and pulling his head into hers. Then she looked back at Ed and pushed her ass into him, so that it was right there in his face. He took over where Greg left off while Flash sucked her tits. A second time she bounded up from the couch and slowly waltzed over to the final two of her very aroused lovers. Everyone's dick was out or on its way out.
"This time you stand and I'll sit," she said, her hands tossing her hair around. "And pull your fucking pants down," she added, with the bedside tenderness of a nurse, setting herself down in the middle of the couch and staring at them, crotch level, as they began to lower their trousers at each side of her. I leaned my arms on the large frame of the second TV cabinet, watching Lindsey take one stiff, oversized Black cock, then the other, into her mouth. She jacked one when sucking the other. The fair skin of her pumping cheeks and the bright red sheen of her lips contrasted so completely with the ebony dickmeat penetrating her mouth.
She looked up at Rico, and muttered something to him and his brother. She then stood up on their couch and stuck her ass out, swaying it. Rico sat down next to her and she leaned down and kissed him. Little D sat down to the other side of her and pulled her skirt off. She straddled his lap and then raised her crotch up so that she was mashing her mound into his face. "You want to lick my twat?" she smiled, her eyes closed. I looked at her beautifully formed, round ass - my shirt resting over it - pushing real hard, her hands pulling his head into her. "Oh yeah, tongue-fuck me, baby," Lindsey cried, then "now my clit." She looked behind her to Greg and Rudy, not smiling, eyes bright, her hair half covering her face. Rico was playing with her ass, then started to lick and kiss it, rubbing his face lustily all over her butt. "Why don't you sit on my cock?" Rico said. "Me too," Ed yelled. "Me three," Flash whistled.
She looked back down at Little D. "You know, your dick is so fucking huge I'll let the others pave the way for you," she smiled. "Greg!" she called out to my mover, her hips vibrating with the intimate attention of the silent one's tongue. "Did you know Little D is one hell of a pussy eater? Shit!" she sighed. Then she lowered herself and kissed him. "I promise," she said to him softly as he tried to work his cock into her. "Oh no, wait just a bit. But you'll get Lindsey for the rest of the week, you and your monster dong." Delicate feminine fingers encircled his cock for a gentle squeeze.
She slid over to Rico, whose pants were at his knees. His very stiff dick was at full attention, a long turgid vein looking ready to burst. He had been jacking himself, and the cockhead was shiny, monstrous. "Rub your dick against me," she said, holding her breasts with her hands and plopping them over and onto his face. As she climbed on and straddled his lap, his thighs looking so spectacularly built, even at rest. His breathtaking arms were Olympian. Soon he was rubbing the head of his cock against her pussy. "She's soaking wet," he said to the rest of them, smiling and winking. She lowered herself onto him and with a moan took him all and just sat there, kissing him furiously. "You gonna fuck me with that big cock?" she said, slowly beginning to fuck him. Her up and down motion was so evil, so dirty.
What a picture they made, his black rod burying itself in her blonde vagina. She did all the fucking. He grabbed frantically at her big tits, hanging grandly over him. Their jiggling was something to see. Her garters and hose led my eye over and over again to her high heels, as I heard them begin to moan and gasp the harder her round, sweet ass pounded up and down, in and out, faster and faster, louder and louder. I thought perhaps the hammering of her pussy against this beast of a dick would cause her discomfort, but Lindsey was just too intent on screwing Rico at 100 miles an hour. He wanted to take charge but she was too much for him. She wanted to get off now and she did, screaming "Oh shit!" then whimpering uncontrollably. He emptied his nuts into her, cursing in the experience of such exquisite pleasure.
"You love black dick, don't you slut?" he muttered, as he stayed in her, and she slumped for a moment in his arms, kissing his face gently.
"Are you addressing me?" she laughed, wiping her hair away from her dampening brow.
"Yeah, you, you little slut." He slapped her ass and chuckled, giving a high five to his brother.
She shook her head and rose slowly and walked toward the middle couch, then turned and glared at him slightly. "The name's Lindsey. Do I call you faggot?"
"No." He coughed, taken aback by her response.
She raised her chin and talked "Then save the gutter names for someone you met back in the alley. No one calls me 'slut' or any other trashy name. Ever."
Rico laughed nervously, his mouth forming an "O", and looked at Little D with a shrug of the shoulders.
Lindsey straddled Ed's lap - he was now nude from the waist down - and she was facing out, toward me. He put his big hands on her tits and squeezed them. The aureolae of her breasts were bigger than his palms. His fingers pinched her swollen nipples. Flash, his manhood proudly facing the ceiling, leaned toward her and she toward him. Flash swiveled to meet her tongue invading his mouth, licking his lips. Her right hand immediately fell to his groin and she moaned as she began to stroke his fat cock. She looked slightly behind her and muttered to Ed, as he entered her: "Oh yeah, fucker, fuck me with your prick." This time Ed did the pumping. His hard fucking made her breasts bounce. She clutched at Flash's meat more intently the harder and faster Ed screwed her. "Come on, give it to me," she panted. Flash now stood before her and she leaned forward to suck his dick, Ed gripping her hips and letting her do the bobbing up and down on him, his cock enjoying her motion over Within a couple minutes he yelled and pulled her back, coming amid cries from her as his cock exploded inside of her.
By now Flash had his clothes off and was standing over her. "I'm gonna move you again," Flash said, sighing with a desperate sexual anticipation. He picked her up and demonstrated his great strength by telling her to slide slowly down onto his cock while he held her in the air, her arms balanced on his amply developed shoulders - shoulders that wouldn't quit. The others cheered them on as they and I saw my wife getting fucked vigorously in a vertical position, Flash's long cock experiencing the wonderful feeling of Lindsey's ass rising and falling with wet smacks over his fuckpole. His swollen balls shook underneath. His hands cupped the round flesh of her luscious hind end. They gazed at each other trancelike, the rhythm of the fucking increasing.
Finally he threw her on to the bed and she got down on all fours, staring in my direction. Laughing, she turned to look back at him. "Fuck me some more," she said. He mounted her from behind and she put her arms behind her, her back arching up, her hands gripping him. He held her shoulders, pulling them back, and this had the effect of thrusting her hanging melons out. Rudy got on the bed and positioned himself under them. He jacked himself and yelled: "I just HAVE to see them from here." His free hand played with her tits, squeezing them, pulling them every which way. "They're gigantic," he laughed, "we are going to weigh these fuckin' things before the day's out."
"When my tits and I are through with you you'll be too exhausted to do shit," Lindsey said, planting her fingers around his cock. She leaned down to it eagerly and began to suck him off, the jerks of Flash's hot cock in and out of her growing so the bed rattled. "Love this fucking pussy," he whimpered. She put Rudy's hand on her stomach. "Jack off my clit while I blow you," she said. Rudy's fingers, having spent the day in the rough and tumble of moving furniture, now assumed a gossamer approach and two of them worked her clit gently but quickly. "Fuck, yeah!" she cried. She came violently, her voice muffled as it attacked Rudy's dick, and set of the reaction of Flash letting loose a sequence of wanton climactic spasms inside her tight cunt. She let Flash stay inside her for a minute or two then swung around to sit on Rudy's prick, facing Greg and with her ass facing Rudy's head. She caressed Rudy's balls and looked back at him through her now very wet tresses. "Finger fuck my asshole," she said to him. He put his index finger slowly into her anus as she enjoyed his invasion of her twat. He grabbed the pillows she had thrown on the bed when they set it up and placed them under his head. The sight of her big ass spreading wide as it took his meat, and his finger fucking, gave me a hard like I had never known. Greg yelled: "Hey, I want to get ready for that ass. Turn that fucking ass around so I can play with it."
Lindsey turned her body around and as she sat back down on Rudy's cock she said to Greg: "Your cock looks very very ready. You want to fuck my ass while he's doing me?" Greg nodded, his eyes glassy, and said silently: "Oh Lindsey," then got on the bed and worked two moist fingers in her butt. "Finger-fuck my asshole harder," she instructed. "More fingers and faster." He obeyed and worked four in, and began a deep fucking of her asshole with them, his dick dripping with excitement. Rudy grabbed her tits wildly, thrusting deep into her pussy. Then she did all the fucking, staring at Little D and smiling.
After a few minutes she looked over her shoulder at Greg's gently inserting hand, then up at his eyes. In a girlish, higher voice she cooed to him, glancing at the others. "Come on, Greg. You know you want my ass real bad. And I have wanted you to fuck my asshole since the night we met." She caressed, then spread her cheeks and pulled his fingers out of her, replacing them with two of her own. Then she looked over at me, her lioness eyes half closed, her eyebrows raised, her pupils half rising into her eyelids. No smile, no sense of affection. She just kept building the sex up, higher and higher. It was like she was an addict, impatiently demanding that Greg's manhood join Rudy's. Would that be enough?
Greg was on his knees on the bed. He could not believe his good fortune, and sort of hesitated at the sight of her delicious ass grinding away on Rudy's meat. "Well what's the hold up? Don't you want to fuck my ass with your big cock?" she laughed, feeling him rub the head of his dick on her buttocks.
They both sighed as he slowly jammed himself into her rectum. First she wore an expression of pain - but ecstasy and pain sometimes register the same kind of look - and then as he entered her deeper and deeper she told him how wonderful it felt. So it may have hurt, but my wife was entering a state of extremely wicked and dirty pleasure, way out there. Once Greg started a slow fucking of her asshole, with Rudy underneath stuffed into her still tight cunt, I saw that she was going to fuck until somebody passed out.
"Hello! Anyone home?" A voice shouted from downstairs. It cut through this debauchery like a fire alarm, blaring its strident presence in the middle of the listeners' concentration at a performance of some great diva in a concert hall.
"Hello! Lindsey? Tim?" It was a loud, feminine throat at work, in the house, near the landing of the stairway. I was first startled, then groaned, recognizing Sheila Smith, our realtor. For God's sake, I thought, why did we leave the front door propped open?
"Barney and I are looking for you!" she persisted in a sing song manner, and it was clear she was sensing the sounds of upstairs and she and her husband were about to join us. What to do?
I attempted a stage whisper to Lindsey. "Lindsey! What do we do?" The men inside of her were lost in carnal fun, and the others were becoming hesitant, unclear of the next move. I could hear Sheila mutter to Barney, "I think they're upstairs."
Lindsey was not here anymore. She was in Sex City for the duration. I repeated my question. Then I said to Ed. "Tell them we're not here! Get them out of here!". I was dying a thousand deaths.
At this point, to my extreme humiliation, Sheila and Barney Smith emerged, with a home made chocolate cake, and until they took in the scene were beginning to say: "Welcome to your new ------". Then Sheila, whose fifty years had no doubt seen a lot of life, stopped on the top rung of the stairs, her husband frozen on the step behind her. They saw a bare, electrically charged Lindsey crying out unintelligibly, getting fucked real hard by two naked, grunting men on our bed, with four other guys standing by, dicks getting hard again, some getting helped along by excited hands and of course the incredible scene before them of two in one. And our surprise visitors saw me propped up against the inner side of the entertainment center, beyond sheepish, ready to pass out, grinning vacantly.
After what seemed like a month Lindsey turned to them, her tits bouncing in Greg's hands. "Hi there," she managed.
Although in stupefaction Sheila cleared her throat and squeaked. "Maybe this is a bad time. Brought you some cake." For unclear reasons under the circumstances, she walked daintily and very warily over to the bed and set the cake on it. "All the best in your new home," she said.
I tried to salvage something from this surrealistic chapter in my life. "Thank you," I offered, "it was thoughtful of you to come by."
Then Lindsey ran her finger around the edge of the cake. I knew this could only add to the insanity; she took a healthy scoop of frosting and rubbed it on her tits. "Chocolate is the best," she panted.
They left, and as they began slowly to descend the stairs I sensed that Barney was less offended than his wife. In fact, his shock had turned to fascination, even a hint of lust. Lindsey, even with her double trouble inside of her, picked up on this and looked hard and lustily at him. So he stopped and just stared some more. Lindsey puckered her lips and blew him a kiss. Sheila, incredulous, grabbed him, almost pulling him down the stairs.
With this interruption Rudy lost his momentum and Lindsey lay on the bed on her side, legs parted seductively, and blew him while Greg fucked away. Before long Rudy was fully stiff again. She rubbed his thick cock against her tits, chocolate frosting getting all over his dick and the sheets. Greg's strokes in and out of her ass quickened and within minutes of ramming her butt he came. Rudy took his place and fucked her ass, and she beckoned Little D to lick the chocolate off of her tits, licking some herself and pulling gratefully on his log as he climbed onto the bed.
I was too devastated by the Smith incident to appreciate over again the stature of this guy's penis. It had to be the biggest and thickest dick God ever put on a man. Little D, with all his muteness, seemed very conscious and proud of his endowment and used it with Lindsey like a club. While Rudy fucked her more and more vigorously Little D kept rubbing it against her face and slapping it, using his hand to strike her with it. It was only with him that my wife seemed to meet her match. She had accomplished the feat all day of putting these studs off until she was ready to fuck her way. But now Lindsey was letting him move her around, jamming his horse prick into her mouth. She gripped it and licked it with a reverence that had not occurred today.
Not that Rudy was dull. "Oh yeah, fuck that ass," she kept yelling at him, in between enthusiastic sucks and stroking of the monster dick in her face. She looked back at Rudy, her face half covered with African-American cockmeat, and moaned with delight as her rectum thrilled with the fucking. Then she and Rudy almost had orgasms together, first her, then immediately after him. He just kept stroking after he dumped his cum in her ass. "I love your cock in there. Keep your dick in my ass," she smiled euphorically.
After he pulled it out she was ready for Little D, and he certainly was ready for her. He practically tossed her on her back and swiftly entered her. "Christ!" she screamed. "How does that feel?" he said in his hoarse, terse manner. It was the second sentence he had uttered since 9 this morning. His very black body merged with hers, her long arms embracing him so tight. "Go easy on me, baby, you're a giant," she laughed. He did not bury his jumbo prick in her but entered in phases. She couldn't take the whole snake on her back, and he got on the bottom. This let her take more of him. They fucked deliriously. "Look at those big tits bounce," Rico laughed.
She sucked him off, licking his oversized balls and even rimming his asshole. They fucked doggy style, and she begged him to fuck her ass while she took Rico in her pussy. Rico and Little D jacked their big cocks while she sat on the bed. She stroked one while deep throating the other. Then she lay on the bed and each guy dragged his nuts and cock along her face while Little D fucked her some more.
Finally, after what seemed like an hour of her attention to him, after what became violent fucking and deep throating that certainly threatened her digestive tract (from both ends), he unloaded an uncanny bucket of semen all over her face, tits and the bedsheets. It jetted out with amazing power, as if his prostate were superhuman. She got up after savoring this turbo-fuck, tipped over to the entertainment center and stared through the gobs and strings of cum in her eyes, wiped a good-sized sample on her hand, and smeared it all over my face.
"Can't leave out Butterball," Greg said.
She walked up to Greg, who was sitting on the couch rubbing his dick, wanting more. She turned around and leaned over and shook her ass at him. "Tim is chubby, but in a few months he'll be in shape. But you'll always be 'Macho Movers'. Now lean forward and tongue fuck me." She backed her can into him, rather than wait for an answer.
She walked into the bathroom and took a long shower, posing for her admirers. She lathered up her tits and smashed them against the lightly frosted glass shower door, then rubbed her ass against it, spreading her cheeks with an infinite shamelessness. She loved getting and holding Level 5 male attention. Until she could relax.
Her shower show got them hard and sexually frustrated all over again. They all fucked her for several more hours, most guys twice. She must have sucked everyone off at least twice. By the evening they were fucked out.
Around dinner time we heard footsteps again. Barney appeared at the top of the stairs. "Knock, knock?" he said, looking at Lindsey with a smile, who had bathed and dressed up a third time. Now she was wearing a tank top, no bra, and a bikini bottom. She asked him: "Where's Sheila?" and swayed over to him, kissed him on the lips, and pushed her chest out, laughing as he stared bug-eyed at her massive tits.
She moved her hand down to his swelling crotch as he grabbed one of her breasts.
It was very gratifying to stand on the sun-drenched front lawn (150 feet wide), next to a large old, sprawling oak tree, and take in the view of our brand new house - with Lindsey at my side. This custom-built colonial was our shining castle. I thought of how impressive I would be to my colleagues and friends when we had them over. No one could afford a house like this unless they were really successful, they would think.
Greg and his muscle bound people had gotten there ahead of us and unloaded the big items from the truck and the van very quickly. Because of Lindsey's inexhaustible efforts on the move each box had a floor plan taped to it that gave explicit instructions about where the box went. All morning long, other than when that perverted activity was going on between these apes and my wife, I watched in awe as large, heavy items that I thought would require at least two strong guys were moved by one of Greg's people without any noticeable exertion. Rico, Rudy and Ed moved an old upright piano - with the weight of a Pontiac - like it was a lamp. I would stand there and suggest a way of moving small appliances or large furniture using dollies and two strong backs and Greg or somebody would smile and say, "I'll move it," and simply pick it up.
Flash came up to us on the lawn and said: "I won. I get to move you in," picking my wife up off the ground gracefully, like a Baryshnikov. He held her in his arms and stared closely at her chest. "I don't see one of Lindsey's diagrams - - now where does this lovely piece go?" he muttered, ignoring me, lifting her higher so that her head was above his, and burying his face in her bosom. Lindsey screamed mock alarm and her arms pulled his head into her as she ground her tits back and forth against him. A kid rode by on a bike; someone pulled out of a driveway two houses down. This is great, I thought to myself: A hefty, muscle-bound young Black guy, with an obvious erection in the XL size range, was standing in the front yard of our new home, humiliating me and, to the curious eyes of our new neighbors, was burying his sweating nose and mouth in Lindsey's immense chest. I followed Flash and Lindsey in, cheers and applause greeting my wife's entrance.
I put beer in the cooler, dumped the ice on it, and made a big deal of announcing to everyone there was ice cold Heineken's with their names on it. Our new home's kitchen was larger than the other, with gorgeous cabinets and a long island in the middle that included a sink, a grille, and vast counter space.
What was left to be moved out of the truck and into our dream home was the entertainment center and a lot of little items. The center was going upstairs into the large master bedroom. At the top of the stairs was a skylit hall, almost a room, of some size, with furniture placed in one half. The open half of this upstairs hall had doors to the master bathroom and the master bedroom, to which the way was cleared to move in the center.
We congregated in the kitchen. "One more mile and you're done," I said to Greg, trying to appear undisturbed about what just happened and handing him a beer. He said nothing, declined the bottle with an impersonal shake of his head, and stared intensely at my wife's ass. Lindsey, I was relieved to see, was being more formal with these brash hunks. Somebody would grab her and she evaded their hands. She smiled or giggled, but she wasn't letting them get much of a feel. She was a whirlpool of motion, stacking, sorting, cleaning. I did think she was more kinetic than usual, if that was possible. Something was pushing her to move so kinetically. She was very much in charge when she was like this.
Finally she came to a state of rest. She and I stood alongside one another, leaning against the island. She lit a cigarette, put the match out with her fingers, and, as any time she had done this before, with no apparent sign of discomfort. Flash whispered "Ouch! Damn, girl!" She just looked at the floor, then stared at me, unsmiling. "What?" I said. She kept staring and dragging on the Marlboro. With the cigarette dangling from her mouth she produced a hairbrush from her handbag, then grabbed some lipstick and a compact. Nobody but me was sipping a beer. Some of the guys were drinking water and staring at her. They got quieter. She brushed those wonderful locks of hers and then threw the cigarette at Rico, laughing when it him in the crotch. He threw it in the sink, and laughed: "You're in trouble now. You're going to get it." She laughed back, "you got what it takes to take what I got, sugar?" She held the make-up mirror in her hand and applied lipstick slowly. "I g all night, if you want it," he said. Rudy and Flash were snickering and echoing his side of this banter. "If you can feed it to me all night, I definitely think I want it," she said, staring into the mirror at that beautiful face. "Sounds pretty suggestive to me," I observed, shaking my head.
She took her time making herself up, and the suspense was building among us: what was next? With a Kleenex between her long fingers she rubbed off old make-up and slowly put on new base and then spruced up the mascara and eye shadow.
Then Lindsey stretched her arms behind and to her sides and rested her elbows on the island. She looked ravishing. Six pairs of horny male eyes were glued to her tits.
Watching this reaction in their faces she said, after a minute or two of silence: "Honey, I really do like this house." She looked at them some more and with that magical unsmiling face, eyebrows raised, she added: "And I - - really like the way these guys are staring at my chest." Before I could say anything, she again peeled her top down to her waist and pulled one of her breasts teasingly out of her bra. Finally I yelled: "Lindsey, I thought ----" She cut me off: "My husband got beer. Why aren't you handsome studs sucking on beers?" Flash laughed: "Cause we want to suck your tits, wifey!" They all laughed. "Just look at that huge tit!" someone laughed.
"You mean you'd rather play with these then have some of Butterball's beer?" she shook her large chest right in front of Little D, then pulled his head gently down into her tits. I knew then and there that I was in for it.
Little D buried his face in her tits, her hand stroking his hair. Her other hand offered him a nipple. Greg walked over and pulled at the other breast to dig its round fullness out of her bra, kissing her deeply. Soon they were all surrounding her, and I heard comments like "Love these big titties" and "what fuckin' boobs! Can't get enough!", and moans. Hands now moved to her ass and her crotch, and before long she was down to her thong panties, her leotard and shorts scrunched around her knees. She had the guys pick her up and put her on the counter of the big island in the center of the kitchen. "So who wants to fuck my face?" she said, puckering her lips, then letting her serpentine tongue hang out and lick the air in front of her face. She was giving me shivers I never thought possible. Now she was on all fours, and was picking up and dropping her left tit with her hand and letting the heavy flesh fall so that it went back to hanging deliciously over the counter. She looked at me. "I just have to suck some dick. I am so fucking hungry for cock." Greg was particularly captivated by her tits and he and Rudy kept playing with them, shaking them as they hung and jiggled from her chest. "I bet you can really suck a dick," Greg said, his mouth opening wide as she rubbed his crotch.
I had to protect my home and everything I had worked for. She was taking this thing to complete debauchery. "Lindsey, I was willing to go along with the strip show and an occasional grab, but you're going too far now." I heard myself and thought that if they sensed the increasingly unsure tone in my voice like I heard it, that I would be laughed at.
Rudy walked over to her and began kissing her ass cheeks, then licking them. Little D joined him and pulled her leotard and shorts off of her legs and past her shiny high heels. He sighed and leaned over the counter and began caressing and licking her thighs. Greg stepped around in front of her and elevated himself with a stool that the previous owners had left in the kitchen. His swollen crotch was aimed directly at her face.
As he unzipped himself Greg stared down at her and said: "Hey Tim, if we move your entertainment center exactly the way you want it moved, up to the second floor of your new dream house, we get to fuck her." He pulled out his very hard and very long cock. It was so stiff and standing up so straight he had to bend it to position it in front of her mouth. "How does that sound, chubby? Your wife fucks all of us." I was coming to know a profound sense of humiliation, being called that name by this man. I hated the excess pounds on me.
I moved toward my wife and stood next to the counter, and stared in a trance at the sight of my bride kissing, licking and lovingly nibbling on Greg's fat dick. The bold profiles of its veins and its purple head looked so wicked as Lindsey's tongue savagely slobbered all over him. He pulled his penis up and presented his balls to her. She grabbed them with her fingers and moaned appreciatively. Lindsey looked up at him and smiled. "I have been waiting to suck your cock, to show my appreciation for the wonderful job you've done for us," she said, guiding him into her hungry mouth. He began to stroke his cock in and out of her mouth. Considering how long he was, I was very surprised that when he fucked her deep into her throat she took it all.
"I was hoping you'd blow me first, baby," he said. "We've been moving your load and now we've got some loads for you." She kept her hands rested on the counter and let his pulsing boner rub all over her face. She leaned down and enthusiastically kissed and licked his scrotum. She lifted her face and let him fuck it again. His strokes quickened and soon she was jacking his shaft. Ed and Rudy were squeezing her tits. "Where do you want this? You hungry?" he asked. She nodded, working his prick hard. Greg was panting now, his eyes beginning to half close. His pelvis thrusted into her mouth, and then he spasmed, shooting down her throat. She moaned appreciatively and kept licking and sucking his cock after he came.
He gasped as they smiled at each other. "Hey Chubby, your wife really knows how to polish an apple. She's a fucking expert." She giggled, and kissed the big dick at hand. "I just want to thank you for moving us, in my little, humble way." "Who do you want to thank next?" he said. "Well, sir, do each of your guys meet the specifications?" "It took me two days of phone calls to round 'em up," Greg said, slapping his prick against her face. "So these are all big cocks?" "You be the judge, cocksucker," he said. "Well anybody will do in that case," she said, kissing his balls. Greg turned to Rudy, "We'll go by seniority. Your turn." Rudy moved in front of her and unzipped his pants.
She laughed as he pulled out his thick, very hard dick. "Will you just look at this rod?" she said, licking her lips and gripping him tightly with her right hand. "Suck me," he muttered, pulling a bit on her hair. She took him all in her mouth and soon her head was moving energetically back and forth, her puckering mouth attacking his cock with a vengeance. "Still hungry?" he asked. "Jack it in my face, fucker," she whimpered, holding it lovingly with her right hand and licking up and down the saliva-coated shaft. He swayed his hips so that his red hot poker slapped her in the cheeks. He stroked his meat furiously and within a few minutes he shot a bucketful of cum in her mouth, and she cleaned his dick, cum dripping out of her mouth and onto the counter-top.
"Rico, you're up, buddy!" Greg called. Rudy and Rico exchanged high fives. Rico produced his industrial strength Black cock - it was larger and thicker than Greg's, and raring to go - then, incredibly, pulled her right off the island, grabbed her tightly around the waist, and as they smiled at each other suddenly flipped her around, inverting her so that her face was flush with his crotch. Lindsey was screaming and laughing. "All right!" Ed laughed, as the others hooted. Rico's lusty stare fixed on her behind as he lowered and raised her mouth and she latched on to his purple meat. It was amazing to see this man standing in my kitchen and holding my screaming wife with his huge arms as she hungrily fellated him. Her big tits hung down onto her shoulders and her hair dangled almost to his feet. He looked at me, panting and clearly enjoying the feel of her sweet lips and tongue all over his manhood. "Hey Chubby, have you ever gotten her to suck you off like this? Your miss ould teach a course in gobbling dick!" He closed his eyes and whispered, "Oh yeah, gobble me up baby. Suck my cock." Lindsey moaned, appreciating the taste of this stiff dickmeat. One free hand anchored her by holding his ass; the other dug into his briefs and liberated his fat hairy nuts. Her fingers gently cupped and caressed them.
After about five minutes even a strong man like Rico had to direct his energy exclusively to my wife's slutty mouth. He called out for assistance in holding her. Fearing that he was close and losing his grip, and not wanting her to fall, I instinctively stepped to his side and held her one hip. Ed, grinning at me, took over on the opposite side. Ed already had his dick out and had been jacking it impatiently when he stepped in to let Rico enjoy this blowjob. Rico took his now free hands and eagerly grabbed Lindsey's ass, mashing her pussy into his face.
I could not believe I was watching these guys - evidently all of them had dicks much thicker and longer than mine - waiting in line to get sucked off by my wife. Rico blasted a bucket of semen into her mouth and when he let her stand upright she showed them all the large quantity of Rico-jizz by letting it spill, foamy and thick, in an evil, slow creep down her chin and onto her tits.
Now she was on her knees. Ed waddled up to her with his pants halfway down his thighs. After licking and sucking him she wrapped her massive boobs around his cock and jerked her body up and down, smiling at him and the others. She talked to him gently, almost like a nurse to a burn patient: "You like my tits on this big cock? God those big veins feel nice rubbing against my nipples." He cried out and shot gobs of cream up at her neck and face. His prostate must have been at the gym because one string blasted on to my leg and I was two feet behind her. Lindsey whimpered and licked his dick clean. By now Flash was practically pushing Ed out of the way and rammed his very long, slender dick into her mouth. She kept on going, it was one big blowjob for her. "Take your pants down and slap me with your cock," she yelled. She fell back on her ass and slid back so that she sat against the island, her long legs bent at the knees. We seemed to be getting into bigger dick as we wen n the roster. He slapped his magnificent tool against her face, to the encouraging cheers of his colleagues. Flash was built like a flashlight, and the smack of his cock against her cheeks and neck was the only sound in our house. She laughed: "Stick it in me and fuck my throat and my mouth will fuck you right back."
He jacked himself as he contemplated the position she was now in. "Come on, fuck my mouth, you fucking Black bull," she said impetuously, pulling him to her.
"But if we do it that way you'll bang your head against the counter," he chuckled, sweat pouring off his chin onto her legs and the floor. "I don't give a shit," she said, stroking his dick feverishly. "Are you sure?" Greg said, "That's going to hurt." Flash moaned: "This bitch is just crazy for dick. Well I'm ready to go and there's no stopping me." She grabbed him and inhaled his cock. "You are one hungry wife!" he laughed. Soon, with her encouragement, he was fucking her face vigorously, and as she jerked herself back and forth to meet his thrusts her head took some nasty clunks against the island paneling. The more intense it got the more this happened. "Lindsey, please," I called to her. But she was too far gone, and for another couple of minutes they rocked the kitchen and then he cursed loudly and came in her mouth.
She stood slowly, rubbed the back of her head and looked at me and rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders, then, when Rico said, "show us that cum, big tits," she turned and let the copious shots of cum in her mouth drip and ooze out of her mouth. As it fell on her tit she looked down, grabbed it and pulled it to her mouth, and looked at Rico. Her tongue danced around her nipple, then chewed on it. She closed her eyes and let the tit drop down to her chest. They applauded. "How's your head?" Flash asked. "It hurts like hell, but your cock was worth it," she snickered. Then she turned to Little D, who was rubbing his loins. "OK, now that leaves you, Mr. Foot Long. Take your pants down and get your ass up here, on your back. I really really want to suck your cock." She patted the top of the counter and he eagerly, still saying nothing, lay on the island.
His long, fat prick was appropriately last in line. It was colossal, totally aroused, pointing to the ceiling. "Damn you're a BIG boy!" she cried. He had long dread locks and deep black skin, intelligent eyes with a trace of blue in his eyes, under heavy eyebrows. She bent down to him and kissed him sloppily on the mouth, then she reached over and slowly, dramatically, settled her hand on his penis. She gripped it gently and slid her hand up and down the stem, then played with his hairy balls, which seemed like two grapefruits. She raised herself up from his head and leaned over so that her big tits hovered over his mouth. She jacked his large manmeat tenderly and looked down at his eyes fixing on her breasts. "Suck 'em," she said quietly. Her teats stuck out, pointing at the other guys, who watched hypnotically, rubbing their crotches again. She shook her tits hard, making them bounce sideways, then raised them teasingly, and lowered one into his wide open mouth, his ton lickering at the nipple. The aureole seemed to take in half of his face. He grabbed the other and sucked it fiercely. "So you do you like sucking my tits while I jack off your horse cock?" she giggled.
His attention to her breasts made her pick up the pace on her handjob. She stared at his cock hypnotically as he sucked on her tits. This was getting everyone sizzling again, including me.
After a few minutes she bent down and began to lick his cock and balls. His hand moved to her back and ass, sliding aggressively into her butt crack, and rubbing her asshole. She was clearly transfixed at the size of his organ and would take it out of her mouth and jack it, marveling at its thickness and length. It began to shine with her spit. She gripped it tightly and rubbed it all over her face, moaning. Her tongue explored his pisshole as her fingers traveled up and down the very impressive distance from his testicles to the head. "Suck that monster cock," Rudy said, chuckling. Ed was behind her, playing with her pendulous tits and kissing and licking her butt cheeks. "Let me have some of that ass. I got to eat her ass." Greg said, stepping in to take over as Ed followed his boss's instructions. "I knew you wanted me to eat your ass the first night we met," Greg said, talking to Lindsey. "Why else would you rub it into my face when we came down from the attic at th house?" She stopped sucking off Little D and stroked his immense dick, and turned to look back at Greg on his knees, his face buried in her ass. She giggled, "I think you like licking my asshole, Greg! Don't stop until I say." She swung her ass back and forth at him and then shifted her eyes to me. She was relaxed - for the first time in memory I saw my wife in a state of comfortable repose. It seemed like this servicing of these horse dick studs in front of me was a source of brief windows of tranquillity for her - before she heated up again with her bottomless appetite for dick.
Then she dived into the big penis in front of her and sucked him hard, working slowly but ultimately achieved the goal of swallowing his entire manhood. She choked and gagged, but eventually, to the cheers of the others, her big lips were sunk in his pubic hair. She paused marvelously in that position, God knows how many inches of ebony rattlesnake packed deep into her throat Then her head resumed an up and down motion. "What a fucking cocksucker!", Rico laughed. "Girl you're getting a nice hot cum lunch. You must have been starving.....Oh shit I think my little brother is about to cum in your fucking whore mouth." Faster and faster and then Little D made the first sound of the day, a scream, long and loud, as he buckled, his hand in her hair, and shot what must have been a barrel of cum against my wife's tonsils. She choked a little with the large load and then stood and stuck her tongue out. "Fucking delicious," she whispered, her hands all over his schwantz. She be er and kissed and licked his cock, laughing as he whispered something to her in a deep, raspy voice.
After a few minutes Lindsey said: "That was great. Now you guys do the entertainment center. I'm going to take a shower." She gave each of their cocks a playful squeeze and abruptly disappeared to the upstairs bathroom. "Hey, wait a minute!" Flash yelled, frowning. Greg walked over to me, his pants and belt buckled but his semi-hard cock hanging, or rather pointing outward brazenly, challenging my role in my own home. "We're going to fuck her every which way after we move your precious furniture up stairs," he said authoritatively. "Like hell," I said. "I know my wife. She won't have real sex with you. If you want to get paid and keep your reputation as a moving company you'll know when to quit."
They were all staring solemnly, gravely, at me now. He was close to my face. "There are three reasons why what you said is complete shit. One, if we can't fuck her you can get some other guys to move the entertainment center in and set it up, and in the meantime we'll leave it in pieces on your fucking lawn. Two, I have come to know your wife well enough and she's a damn nympho, a real cock addict. Am I -uh- correct guys?" He looked to either side and received immediate vocal support. "The first night I was here she dressed like a slut, at your directions, and when we came down from your attic let me play with her bare ass, while you were on the phone. Then she made a point of telling me to spend the time to locate, for my crew, young hunks - and she definitely wanted men of color - who loved big tits and who were well endowed themselves. The last item took some doing and my time is all on your bill. Then she gives me that tape - said it was the least she could do for so 'good enough to eat' - and then she French kisses me in your driveway. Three, Butterball, you're kind of, shall we say, passive about what we're doing to your wife."
I wanted to stand up to him. "Don't call me that name. And I have a real problem with what you've been doing to Lindsey."
He and the others zipped themselves up and headed out of the kitchen. "OK Chubby. But most guys would have gotten a baseball bat by now and gone postal. You, you're all mouth. Let's ask your wife what she wants to do when we get done with the center." They went outside and as I listened to the shower go on I walked halfway up the stairs to talk to Lindsey. It didn't help my confidence that she had deliberately left the door open to the bathroom, and that when they came upstairs she would be plainly visible, naked, in the shower. I turned around and resolved to take things one at a time. The most important thing now was to avoid scratches and any other damage to the finish on the entertainment center.
They grunted and panted but almost perfectly moved the two halves of the entertainment center off the truck and into the foyer. Because this furniture had been on the first floor in the old house the stairs confronted them with two problems not encountered before: how to lift such a heavy piece up a flight of stairs, and how to negotiate the overhanging ceiling, which was about an inch too low for this very tall center. The protective wrap that I had insisted be installed and then replaced again when they moved it into the foyer of the new home glistened from the sunlight pouring in the undressed windows of the living room.
Lindsey's very respectable singing in the shower mixed with the brawny exclamations and directions back and forth between the movers as they struggled to move the oak furniture up the stairs. She emerged from the shower and, clad in only a towel around her head and one around her waist, she stepped to the head of the stairs and looked down at those who were moving her way one step at a time. Her naked breasts jutted out dramatically, given her towering pose at the top of the stairway. Rico and Ed were at the top end of the one half of the center. Rico said, "Come down here and feed us those tits. We need nourishment." She unhesitatingly walked down the five steps to them, jiggling luciously, and pulled Rico's face into her breasts, then Ed's. Soon they were both sucking her tits. She pushed their heads away after a minute and returned to the second floor.
Incredibly, within twenty minutes the two halves of the center were on the second floor. I was kneeling in a corner of the large room at the top of the stairs, checking an outlet. My wife had been in the master bedroom dressing and I was extremely fearful at the prospect of her having intercourse with these gorillas. I had been shocked enough all morning, made to feel pretty small, and was most of all in a puzzlement at my intense sexual response to what I had watched happen between them and Lindsey. Right now my strongest feeling was apprehension at what was next. Oral sex was one thing, but intercourse was too much.
As I worked on the outlet - there was paint over the entire cover so that nothing could be plugged in, and I wanted to put two surge protectors into this outlet to hook up all the electronics equipment that I was so proud of - Lindsey opened the bedroom door, a track light above making her glow.
She had definitely changed her outfit. She now had on flashy earrings, her hair up. Her lipstick was new, a glossy red, and her eyes were made up like a Las Vegas showgirl. The cologne splashed on her skin was strong and intoxicating, almost masculine. She wore a red weave brassiere, one that exposed and pushed in and up the insides of her breasts. The track lighting lit up her chest and made the exaggerated cleavage a delicious shadow of delight. Over this she wore a long sleeved white dress shirt of mine that she was buttoning at the bottom, but was wide open elsewhere in front. The way her fingernails sparkled she must have re-done her nails. She had on a very tight, black velvet mini-skirt that clung to her hips and ass like it was painted on. She had on black web stockings and red 4-inch spike high heels.
The guys had been standing around, leaning against a three couches and the master bed pieces that were bound for the vast master bedroom or for the other bedrooms. They looked at this celebration of carnal pleasure, this personification of sexual paradise, and smiled, then buzzed, then cheered. She gestured to Greg to come over to her and when he joined her in the doorway she said something to him quietly. He suavely said a few things to Rico and Rudy and they to the others. Suddenly I saw them arranging the two halves of the entertainment center side by side so that they formed the long side of a triangle - the other two sides being the walls that formed the corner in which I was working on the outlet. In other words I was abruptly blocked by the two oak pieces so that I was cornered at one end of the upstairs landing.
The movers then began to arrange the couches and put the bed together so that from where I was now standing, in shock, the bed was right in front of me and two of the couches were half further away from me, half flanking it, parallel to it. The other couch was facing me, set beyond the bed. The whole thing was a surreal joke, but I wasn't laughing.
"Excuse me, what the hell is this?" I yelled. "These two pieces go against the north wall of the master bedroom. Greg, if you want to see payment for moving us, you and your men should move the stuff where it goes." They ignored me. I was staring through the cavity where the television would be installed. Lindsey walked over to me slowly, the rhythm of her heels on the oak floor in syncopation with her jiggling chest. "Do I look good in this?" she asked me, smiling. "You look sensational," I muttered, then I yelled at Greg, "Funny joke, Greg. If you want to get paid, move these shelves so I can get out of here!" He pointed at Lindsey. "Talk to the boss," and sat down at one of the couches, as the others were doing, rubbing their crotches and looking with lustful anticipation at my wife's legs and ass.
Lindsey pulled her boobs out of her bra and rested them on the bottom shelf of the TV cavity, then began wiping the shelf with them, their back and forth motion causing the nipples to bounce. "Tim, you know I can read you like a book," she said quietly, so only I could hear her. "I appreciate your misgivings about what I have been doing with these guys today. But I also see that you like it. In fact," she paused, and watched me gaze, bewitched, at her breasts mashing into the wood and rubbing against it. " --- you love it. You don't want me to stop." She turned around and bent forward a little, and I knelt down to the cavity for the video cassette storage. She had lifted her skirt and pushed her ass into the space. I moved my hands over it in wonder. Then she stood up and turned to me again, pushing Rico away with her hand. "Down boy," she cooed.
"I won't fuck them now if you don't want me to," she whispered. "I'm not going to spank you anymore, and I won't let them do it. I think you know my role of trophy wife is over, and so is your propensity for overeating. You can't take anything for granted anymore, sweetheart. Not even my extremes. I've been ahead of you since Mexico but I'm a prisoner of these passions for total male attention. I thought they would subside when we married but they're back. To stay."
"So do you want to have sex with these men?" I asked, unimaginatively, knowing the melancholy answer already and experiencing an eerie sense of danger, eager submission and relief.
"Like I said, I'll throw them out if you don't approve. I can't do it if you don't want me to." She was hugging herself now, her arms squooshing her mammaries without mercy. The energy inside was fighting to break out.
"But do YOU want to?" I asked, my eyes on her body.
She looked back at her wolves. They were now ready to rock her, and were objecting more vocally to the delay. She turned around to me again and closed her eyes for a second, sighed, then looked at me hard: "I want their cock so bad I think I'll die from it."
I put my index finger on her lips and she placed her hand over it and kissed it. We smiled at each other and she slowly turned away from me, stuffing her fat tits back in her bra. I felt like I was jumping off a cliff into the river below, and those chasing me were closing in at the top, or waiting at the bottom, or both.
Greg and Rudy were at the couch to my left, Flash and Ed were at the couch straight ahead, and Rico and his brother sat eagerly at the one to the right. She stood in front of Greg and Rudy and smiled down at them, pulling my shirt off and throwing it, with her eyes on Greg, at Flash. As they laughed she bumped her hip in his direction and giggled.
She pulled her tits out of her bra and leaned over between Greg and Rudy, bracing herself on the back of the couch with her hands. Rudy played with her big tits, making them shake like massive flesh pillows, and Greg stuck his hand under her skirt, then pulled the skirt away from her ass and licked and kissed the cheek and ass crack hungrily. Her nipples got hard quickly and protruded wickedly, pointing at Greg and Rudy. She quickly stood up and swayed over to Flash and Ed. She got between them too and leaned over to give Flash a big sloppy kiss, slapping and pulling his head into hers. Then she looked back at Ed and pushed her ass into him, so that it was right there in his face. He took over where Greg left off while Flash sucked her tits. A second time she bounded up from the couch and slowly waltzed over to the final two of her very aroused lovers. Everyone's dick was out or on its way out.
"This time you stand and I'll sit," she said, her hands tossing her hair around. "And pull your fucking pants down," she added, with the bedside tenderness of a nurse, setting herself down in the middle of the couch and staring at them, crotch level, as they began to lower their trousers at each side of her. I leaned my arms on the large frame of the second TV cabinet, watching Lindsey take one stiff, oversized Black cock, then the other, into her mouth. She jacked one when sucking the other. The fair skin of her pumping cheeks and the bright red sheen of her lips contrasted so completely with the ebony dickmeat penetrating her mouth.
She looked up at Rico, and muttered something to him and his brother. She then stood up on their couch and stuck her ass out, swaying it. Rico sat down next to her and she leaned down and kissed him. Little D sat down to the other side of her and pulled her skirt off. She straddled his lap and then raised her crotch up so that she was mashing her mound into his face. "You want to lick my twat?" she smiled, her eyes closed. I looked at her beautifully formed, round ass - my shirt resting over it - pushing real hard, her hands pulling his head into her. "Oh yeah, tongue-fuck me, baby," Lindsey cried, then "now my clit." She looked behind her to Greg and Rudy, not smiling, eyes bright, her hair half covering her face. Rico was playing with her ass, then started to lick and kiss it, rubbing his face lustily all over her butt. "Why don't you sit on my cock?" Rico said. "Me too," Ed yelled. "Me three," Flash whistled.
She looked back down at Little D. "You know, your dick is so fucking huge I'll let the others pave the way for you," she smiled. "Greg!" she called out to my mover, her hips vibrating with the intimate attention of the silent one's tongue. "Did you know Little D is one hell of a pussy eater? Shit!" she sighed. Then she lowered herself and kissed him. "I promise," she said to him softly as he tried to work his cock into her. "Oh no, wait just a bit. But you'll get Lindsey for the rest of the week, you and your monster dong." Delicate feminine fingers encircled his cock for a gentle squeeze.
She slid over to Rico, whose pants were at his knees. His very stiff dick was at full attention, a long turgid vein looking ready to burst. He had been jacking himself, and the cockhead was shiny, monstrous. "Rub your dick against me," she said, holding her breasts with her hands and plopping them over and onto his face. As she climbed on and straddled his lap, his thighs looking so spectacularly built, even at rest. His breathtaking arms were Olympian. Soon he was rubbing the head of his cock against her pussy. "She's soaking wet," he said to the rest of them, smiling and winking. She lowered herself onto him and with a moan took him all and just sat there, kissing him furiously. "You gonna fuck me with that big cock?" she said, slowly beginning to fuck him. Her up and down motion was so evil, so dirty.
What a picture they made, his black rod burying itself in her blonde vagina. She did all the fucking. He grabbed frantically at her big tits, hanging grandly over him. Their jiggling was something to see. Her garters and hose led my eye over and over again to her high heels, as I heard them begin to moan and gasp the harder her round, sweet ass pounded up and down, in and out, faster and faster, louder and louder. I thought perhaps the hammering of her pussy against this beast of a dick would cause her discomfort, but Lindsey was just too intent on screwing Rico at 100 miles an hour. He wanted to take charge but she was too much for him. She wanted to get off now and she did, screaming "Oh shit!" then whimpering uncontrollably. He emptied his nuts into her, cursing in the experience of such exquisite pleasure.
"You love black dick, don't you slut?" he muttered, as he stayed in her, and she slumped for a moment in his arms, kissing his face gently.
"Are you addressing me?" she laughed, wiping her hair away from her dampening brow.
"Yeah, you, you little slut." He slapped her ass and chuckled, giving a high five to his brother.
She shook her head and rose slowly and walked toward the middle couch, then turned and glared at him slightly. "The name's Lindsey. Do I call you faggot?"
"No." He coughed, taken aback by her response.
She raised her chin and talked "Then save the gutter names for someone you met back in the alley. No one calls me 'slut' or any other trashy name. Ever."
Rico laughed nervously, his mouth forming an "O", and looked at Little D with a shrug of the shoulders.
Lindsey straddled Ed's lap - he was now nude from the waist down - and she was facing out, toward me. He put his big hands on her tits and squeezed them. The aureolae of her breasts were bigger than his palms. His fingers pinched her swollen nipples. Flash, his manhood proudly facing the ceiling, leaned toward her and she toward him. Flash swiveled to meet her tongue invading his mouth, licking his lips. Her right hand immediately fell to his groin and she moaned as she began to stroke his fat cock. She looked slightly behind her and muttered to Ed, as he entered her: "Oh yeah, fucker, fuck me with your prick." This time Ed did the pumping. His hard fucking made her breasts bounce. She clutched at Flash's meat more intently the harder and faster Ed screwed her. "Come on, give it to me," she panted. Flash now stood before her and she leaned forward to suck his dick, Ed gripping her hips and letting her do the bobbing up and down on him, his cock enjoying her motion over Within a couple minutes he yelled and pulled her back, coming amid cries from her as his cock exploded inside of her.
By now Flash had his clothes off and was standing over her. "I'm gonna move you again," Flash said, sighing with a desperate sexual anticipation. He picked her up and demonstrated his great strength by telling her to slide slowly down onto his cock while he held her in the air, her arms balanced on his amply developed shoulders - shoulders that wouldn't quit. The others cheered them on as they and I saw my wife getting fucked vigorously in a vertical position, Flash's long cock experiencing the wonderful feeling of Lindsey's ass rising and falling with wet smacks over his fuckpole. His swollen balls shook underneath. His hands cupped the round flesh of her luscious hind end. They gazed at each other trancelike, the rhythm of the fucking increasing.
Finally he threw her on to the bed and she got down on all fours, staring in my direction. Laughing, she turned to look back at him. "Fuck me some more," she said. He mounted her from behind and she put her arms behind her, her back arching up, her hands gripping him. He held her shoulders, pulling them back, and this had the effect of thrusting her hanging melons out. Rudy got on the bed and positioned himself under them. He jacked himself and yelled: "I just HAVE to see them from here." His free hand played with her tits, squeezing them, pulling them every which way. "They're gigantic," he laughed, "we are going to weigh these fuckin' things before the day's out."
"When my tits and I are through with you you'll be too exhausted to do shit," Lindsey said, planting her fingers around his cock. She leaned down to it eagerly and began to suck him off, the jerks of Flash's hot cock in and out of her growing so the bed rattled. "Love this fucking pussy," he whimpered. She put Rudy's hand on her stomach. "Jack off my clit while I blow you," she said. Rudy's fingers, having spent the day in the rough and tumble of moving furniture, now assumed a gossamer approach and two of them worked her clit gently but quickly. "Fuck, yeah!" she cried. She came violently, her voice muffled as it attacked Rudy's dick, and set of the reaction of Flash letting loose a sequence of wanton climactic spasms inside her tight cunt. She let Flash stay inside her for a minute or two then swung around to sit on Rudy's prick, facing Greg and with her ass facing Rudy's head. She caressed Rudy's balls and looked back at him through her now very wet tresses. "Finger fuck my asshole," she said to him. He put his index finger slowly into her anus as she enjoyed his invasion of her twat. He grabbed the pillows she had thrown on the bed when they set it up and placed them under his head. The sight of her big ass spreading wide as it took his meat, and his finger fucking, gave me a hard like I had never known. Greg yelled: "Hey, I want to get ready for that ass. Turn that fucking ass around so I can play with it."
Lindsey turned her body around and as she sat back down on Rudy's cock she said to Greg: "Your cock looks very very ready. You want to fuck my ass while he's doing me?" Greg nodded, his eyes glassy, and said silently: "Oh Lindsey," then got on the bed and worked two moist fingers in her butt. "Finger-fuck my asshole harder," she instructed. "More fingers and faster." He obeyed and worked four in, and began a deep fucking of her asshole with them, his dick dripping with excitement. Rudy grabbed her tits wildly, thrusting deep into her pussy. Then she did all the fucking, staring at Little D and smiling.
After a few minutes she looked over her shoulder at Greg's gently inserting hand, then up at his eyes. In a girlish, higher voice she cooed to him, glancing at the others. "Come on, Greg. You know you want my ass real bad. And I have wanted you to fuck my asshole since the night we met." She caressed, then spread her cheeks and pulled his fingers out of her, replacing them with two of her own. Then she looked over at me, her lioness eyes half closed, her eyebrows raised, her pupils half rising into her eyelids. No smile, no sense of affection. She just kept building the sex up, higher and higher. It was like she was an addict, impatiently demanding that Greg's manhood join Rudy's. Would that be enough?
Greg was on his knees on the bed. He could not believe his good fortune, and sort of hesitated at the sight of her delicious ass grinding away on Rudy's meat. "Well what's the hold up? Don't you want to fuck my ass with your big cock?" she laughed, feeling him rub the head of his dick on her buttocks.
They both sighed as he slowly jammed himself into her rectum. First she wore an expression of pain - but ecstasy and pain sometimes register the same kind of look - and then as he entered her deeper and deeper she told him how wonderful it felt. So it may have hurt, but my wife was entering a state of extremely wicked and dirty pleasure, way out there. Once Greg started a slow fucking of her asshole, with Rudy underneath stuffed into her still tight cunt, I saw that she was going to fuck until somebody passed out.
"Hello! Anyone home?" A voice shouted from downstairs. It cut through this debauchery like a fire alarm, blaring its strident presence in the middle of the listeners' concentration at a performance of some great diva in a concert hall.
"Hello! Lindsey? Tim?" It was a loud, feminine throat at work, in the house, near the landing of the stairway. I was first startled, then groaned, recognizing Sheila Smith, our realtor. For God's sake, I thought, why did we leave the front door propped open?
"Barney and I are looking for you!" she persisted in a sing song manner, and it was clear she was sensing the sounds of upstairs and she and her husband were about to join us. What to do?
I attempted a stage whisper to Lindsey. "Lindsey! What do we do?" The men inside of her were lost in carnal fun, and the others were becoming hesitant, unclear of the next move. I could hear Sheila mutter to Barney, "I think they're upstairs."
Lindsey was not here anymore. She was in Sex City for the duration. I repeated my question. Then I said to Ed. "Tell them we're not here! Get them out of here!". I was dying a thousand deaths.
At this point, to my extreme humiliation, Sheila and Barney Smith emerged, with a home made chocolate cake, and until they took in the scene were beginning to say: "Welcome to your new ------". Then Sheila, whose fifty years had no doubt seen a lot of life, stopped on the top rung of the stairs, her husband frozen on the step behind her. They saw a bare, electrically charged Lindsey crying out unintelligibly, getting fucked real hard by two naked, grunting men on our bed, with four other guys standing by, dicks getting hard again, some getting helped along by excited hands and of course the incredible scene before them of two in one. And our surprise visitors saw me propped up against the inner side of the entertainment center, beyond sheepish, ready to pass out, grinning vacantly.
After what seemed like a month Lindsey turned to them, her tits bouncing in Greg's hands. "Hi there," she managed.
Although in stupefaction Sheila cleared her throat and squeaked. "Maybe this is a bad time. Brought you some cake." For unclear reasons under the circumstances, she walked daintily and very warily over to the bed and set the cake on it. "All the best in your new home," she said.
I tried to salvage something from this surrealistic chapter in my life. "Thank you," I offered, "it was thoughtful of you to come by."
Then Lindsey ran her finger around the edge of the cake. I knew this could only add to the insanity; she took a healthy scoop of frosting and rubbed it on her tits. "Chocolate is the best," she panted.
They left, and as they began slowly to descend the stairs I sensed that Barney was less offended than his wife. In fact, his shock had turned to fascination, even a hint of lust. Lindsey, even with her double trouble inside of her, picked up on this and looked hard and lustily at him. So he stopped and just stared some more. Lindsey puckered her lips and blew him a kiss. Sheila, incredulous, grabbed him, almost pulling him down the stairs.
With this interruption Rudy lost his momentum and Lindsey lay on the bed on her side, legs parted seductively, and blew him while Greg fucked away. Before long Rudy was fully stiff again. She rubbed his thick cock against her tits, chocolate frosting getting all over his dick and the sheets. Greg's strokes in and out of her ass quickened and within minutes of ramming her butt he came. Rudy took his place and fucked her ass, and she beckoned Little D to lick the chocolate off of her tits, licking some herself and pulling gratefully on his log as he climbed onto the bed.
I was too devastated by the Smith incident to appreciate over again the stature of this guy's penis. It had to be the biggest and thickest dick God ever put on a man. Little D, with all his muteness, seemed very conscious and proud of his endowment and used it with Lindsey like a club. While Rudy fucked her more and more vigorously Little D kept rubbing it against her face and slapping it, using his hand to strike her with it. It was only with him that my wife seemed to meet her match. She had accomplished the feat all day of putting these studs off until she was ready to fuck her way. But now Lindsey was letting him move her around, jamming his horse prick into her mouth. She gripped it and licked it with a reverence that had not occurred today.
Not that Rudy was dull. "Oh yeah, fuck that ass," she kept yelling at him, in between enthusiastic sucks and stroking of the monster dick in her face. She looked back at Rudy, her face half covered with African-American cockmeat, and moaned with delight as her rectum thrilled with the fucking. Then she and Rudy almost had orgasms together, first her, then immediately after him. He just kept stroking after he dumped his cum in her ass. "I love your cock in there. Keep your dick in my ass," she smiled euphorically.
After he pulled it out she was ready for Little D, and he certainly was ready for her. He practically tossed her on her back and swiftly entered her. "Christ!" she screamed. "How does that feel?" he said in his hoarse, terse manner. It was the second sentence he had uttered since 9 this morning. His very black body merged with hers, her long arms embracing him so tight. "Go easy on me, baby, you're a giant," she laughed. He did not bury his jumbo prick in her but entered in phases. She couldn't take the whole snake on her back, and he got on the bottom. This let her take more of him. They fucked deliriously. "Look at those big tits bounce," Rico laughed.
She sucked him off, licking his oversized balls and even rimming his asshole. They fucked doggy style, and she begged him to fuck her ass while she took Rico in her pussy. Rico and Little D jacked their big cocks while she sat on the bed. She stroked one while deep throating the other. Then she lay on the bed and each guy dragged his nuts and cock along her face while Little D fucked her some more.
Finally, after what seemed like an hour of her attention to him, after what became violent fucking and deep throating that certainly threatened her digestive tract (from both ends), he unloaded an uncanny bucket of semen all over her face, tits and the bedsheets. It jetted out with amazing power, as if his prostate were superhuman. She got up after savoring this turbo-fuck, tipped over to the entertainment center and stared through the gobs and strings of cum in her eyes, wiped a good-sized sample on her hand, and smeared it all over my face.
"Can't leave out Butterball," Greg said.
She walked up to Greg, who was sitting on the couch rubbing his dick, wanting more. She turned around and leaned over and shook her ass at him. "Tim is chubby, but in a few months he'll be in shape. But you'll always be 'Macho Movers'. Now lean forward and tongue fuck me." She backed her can into him, rather than wait for an answer.
She walked into the bathroom and took a long shower, posing for her admirers. She lathered up her tits and smashed them against the lightly frosted glass shower door, then rubbed her ass against it, spreading her cheeks with an infinite shamelessness. She loved getting and holding Level 5 male attention. Until she could relax.
Her shower show got them hard and sexually frustrated all over again. They all fucked her for several more hours, most guys twice. She must have sucked everyone off at least twice. By the evening they were fucked out.
Around dinner time we heard footsteps again. Barney appeared at the top of the stairs. "Knock, knock?" he said, looking at Lindsey with a smile, who had bathed and dressed up a third time. Now she was wearing a tank top, no bra, and a bikini bottom. She asked him: "Where's Sheila?" and swayed over to him, kissed him on the lips, and pushed her chest out, laughing as he stared bug-eyed at her massive tits.
She moved her hand down to his swelling crotch as he grabbed one of her breasts.
