The List – Part 2
By Titslave
Doc Redding stood on his porch, grateful that the rain had spent itself. His short street, Lilac Court, was part of a brand- new subdivision and Lilac had no other residents. His wife had left town, and he had to admit that being on his own was great. He was a tall, solidly assembled fellow with deep ebony skin - and an eye for the ladies. He was a guy who got frisky for other women, right quick after going out of town on business. And also as soon as his wife, an executive herself, pulled out of the driveway for a long trip to visit her ******.
Connie had been marking time, sitting in her car since 1:30, around the corner from Lilac Court. Through a weird circumstance she had gotten a hold of a list of guys that one of her husband’s best friends had shared with Connie while opening up about his divorce. Connie told her husband Bill about Sam’s wife Clare becoming a serial cheater but kept the list to herself. She became obsessed with the list because Clare, through her numerous affairs while working at Bill’s company, had come up with the most endowed guys, her favorites that she focused on. Connie finagled her way into her husband’s company database and researched these guys. This turned into a wicked source of sexual pleasure. Overnight she became addicted to men with extra large organs.
She had a view of the Redding residence through her rear view mirror. She had done some serious makeup at the hotel, and glammed up with stylish earrings and a necklace that hung over her bosom. She reached to her bag in the car and slipped into her red high heels. She reached behind for a leather jacket that was small for her. She kept it unzipped. An imposing guy came in and out the front door and was now on his porch, and she could have sworn he was staring at her car. She grabbed the clipboard and as she locked her car door her cell rang.
Latrelle Irving was the salesman at Worldwide who had talked Doc into buying a software solution for his company. He was single and on the lookout himself for a piece of ass. He and Doc loved to get with women together. When he pulled in the Redding driveway this afternoon he had noticed that shapely blonde walking with the clipboard and the very imposing breasts.
Connie sauntered slowly down Lilac Lane, excited and nervous about meeting two guys from the List at the same time. She looked at her phone and said hello to her husband. “So are you going crazy at your hotel living like a bachelor?” she asked.
“I miss not being at home with my wife,” he said. “That delayed flight was very frustrating.”
“I miss you too! Is your room OK?” He said it was fine but lonely.
She was nearing the Redding house. Two men were now on the front porch, chatting ---- and staring at her.
Bill asked what she was up to. “I got roped into this breast cancer awareness walk in, of all places, Colorado Springs.”
“When did this happen? You didn’t mention it before.”
“I had totally forgotten it. Zoe texted me right after I dropped you off.”
“That was a weird call we had when I was stuck in the plane,” he said, “were you alone?”
“Yes, and I’m alone with you now, at least by phone.”
“Let’s get a weekend hotel package in Boulder like we did last year,” he said, “I need to spend about five hours sucking on your tits.”
“Honey, we’re on the phone! Aren’t you the horndog!” she said.
“I gotta go and have lunch with my team,” he said, “why don’t you see about a nice suite in Boulder for next Friday and Saturday? We need some major sex time.”
“OK, will do. And my very overgrown chest will be ready and waiting. And meanwhile behave yourself out there. No flirting with young chippie team members. I’m going to be watching you Buster.”
“I’ll try and behave myself,” he snickered. “Love you Babe”
“Love you too.”
Connie stuffed her phone in her bag and with wobbly legs walked up the Redding driveway.
“Hi there,” she said with a tentative but big smile, “sorry to bother you on this no longer rainy Saturday.”
The taller guy, whom she discerned to be Doc Redding, was a very handsome man. “Well hello!” he smiled. Connie kind of thought the other guy was Latrelle. He wore tinted glasses and had a small beard. They were both in snug fitting shorts, which she appreciated, and T-shirts. Doc’s was a Broncos shirt. Latrelle, who waived and grinned, had donned a minimal top with no sleeves and a lot of chest hair.
She could not fathom that she was actually here with this pair. “I’m Connie with the League of Women Voters,” she said, extending her hand to each of them, “we’re reaching out to El Paso county folks to make sure they turn out to vote at the polls.”
Doc Redding had a Barry White voice and said smoothly, holding on to her hand. “if anyone can get us to turn out to vote, it’s Connie here. Right Latrelle?” They were both feasting their eyes on her curves.
Latrelle moved his glasses down his nose and stared up and down at her voluptuous torso. “I’ll do anything you say.”
Her pulse was increasing already. “So I wonder if I can take a few moments of your time. At the League we’re trying something new this year and taking the time to get to know the voters of this county. Is this an inconvenient time to chat? It would take about twenty minutes.” The guys were smiling as she spoke, and could not stop looking her over. Latrelle boldly looked around her hips to check out her big ass.
Doc’s stare returned to her eyes. Latrelle and he gave her an intense, penetrating gaze. Connie’s unblinking eyes went from one man to the other. Her exploits with the other big dicked guys had given her a kind of shameless confidence. She was trying hard to conceal how excited she was, but this intense staring was sending her into sexual orbit.
“Well I would be honored to have that conversation,” Doc finally said, taking her by the hand, “let’s get comfortable in the house.”
The main room of the house had a high ceiling. He invited her to sit on a trendy looking leather couch. Soft but pulsating R & B seemed to be where she was sitting, rocking into her butt. Latrelle stood in front of her. She took off her jacket and grinned as Doc and he reacted to her tits projecting at them.
She sat on the couch. “You like the way that sound flows into you?” Latrelle said, not believing the size of her hooters.
“It’s like the whole room is wired with the music, and I’m feeling it where I’m sitting,” she laughed. His eyes went to her smooth long legs and how high up on her thighs that skin tight denim skirt was.
“Doc put the sound system everywhere, including the furniture. You can feel it rocking your groin. Right? Just sit still and savor the beat of the music in your booty.” He grinned as she moved her hips to the rhythm.
Doc appeared with a bottle of vodka in one hand and a cabernet in the other. He stood over her and said: “Hold the hand that holds what you want.” She held his vodka hand.
“On the rocks,” she smiled, and then: “Latrelle was explaining to me why my hips are getting such a flow of music. I like it.”
Doc stepped to a minibar across the room and poured her a strong highball. “It will move through your hips to your gut to your chest and to your lips. So what shall we talk about?” He took her hand and had her stand, and the three toasted. Latrelle to her right, Doc to her left.
“To Connie, an arrestingly beautiful woman whose charm has raised the stock of the League of Women Voters manifold!” he said.
Connie put her hand on his arm, all sinew. “I haven’t heard many compliments lately! Keep them coming.”
They sat, Doc to her left. Doc spread his legs, and noticed how quickly her eyes locked into his loins. “Now Connie, I saw your band of gold. Your husband must shower you with praise all the time. I know I would. You’re sensational.”
She smiled, her eyes unable to move away from his shorts. “He’s kind of not there lately. I feel taken for granted. But you two are making up for it!” She raised her glass to each of them.
“Anyone who would take a ravishing girl like you for granted is an asshole,” Doc cooed, “so what can I help you with?” He reached over her crossed legs and picked up her clipboard and held it and smiled when she tried to take it. He held it and looked down at her legs and denim skirt. Smirking, he let her take the clipboard. He put his beefy arm on the couch, his hand touching her neck. “Fire away, I’m under your spell.” He was aching to grab her big tits.
She put her hand on his face and kissed him. “You guys are so sweet. This is so refreshing. Now I know where to go to get compliments.”
Connie went through the motions of asking Latrelle and him questions about how often they voted, what they based their votes on, how the polling place could be run better, whether they considered campaign literature mere propaganda and no substance, and so on. In the midst of this chatter Doc re-filled her vodka glass with a generous pour. The whole time these men had no eye contact with her, instead staring blatantly at her torso through the daring outfit she had chosen.
She wrote her final notes and set the clipboard down on the table. Connie took a healthy sip of her drink and then sat erect and stretched, planting her hands on the back of her neck. She looked at one of her admirers, and then the other.
“So guys, what happened to the raves about how hot I am? For a while there you were spoiling me with flattery about my looks.”
Latrelle took her hand and kissed it. “What Doc and I can’t understand is how your husband – what’s his name? – “ She told him, having emptied her second vodka. Doc expedited a re-fill. Latrelle continued “…..how Bill isn’t chasing you around the house, an incredibly sexy woman like you. Are you saying he’s not interested in sex? How long have you been married?”
She was feeling that petulance about going to the next step. Time to get this going. “When we got married four years ago I just figured we’d be fucking at least every night, if not more. I wanted no limits, to explore. I need some hard dick all the time. He’d rather watch ESPN and fuck around on his laptop.”
Doc pulled her face toward his. His voice was that of a concerned stranger, like a counselor, willing to show empathy toward a troubled fellow human being who was reaching out to share her woes. “When was the last time Bill told you how beautiful you are?” He put his mouth on hers and the lips she had fallen in love with as soon as they met were open and fastened to hers. His tongue found hers. He kissed her cheek and neck. He heard her panting.
“So long I can’t remember when,” she murmured, then she grabbed his face and returned the passionate kiss. “That’s the first romantic kiss I have gotten in months,” she laughed, “can you believe?”
Latrelle’s hand went to her legs, starting at her right knee and tenderly creeping under her skirt. “Have you tried to arouse him with hot negligee?” he asked in a helpful tone, “guys usually go crazy with garters and lace bras. You must be stunning in a see-through tank top.” She moaned, “You are such a flirt. Yes, I’ve tried and tried.” Her face turned to his and her tongue circled her open mouth. They made out, her hand on his neck, clutching him.
Doc pulled at her tank top, stretching it down, exposing a very inviting brassiere.
“Has he seen you in this? It’s incredible. Maybe he’s cheating on you? You are smoking hot, I’m just about out of control.” Doc said.
“So any time I want to be treated like a queen, I’ll call you guys.” She leaned into him and he pulled her bra-contained breasts out of her top. Both guys laughed and cursed lustily at their magnificence.
“I really appreciate this conversation,” Connie said in a congenial tone as she raised her ass so her skirt could hike up to her belly. “You two are so understanding. I feel comfortable with you expressing my feelings. I can talk about my marriage problems and you won’t judge me.”
“You seem like a good person, and we’re here for you,” Doc said, licking her ear and lifting her heavy left tit while Latrelle planted kisses on her neck and cheek. He moaned as his right hand squeezed her right tit.
Watching his friend kissing Connie with abandon, Doc’s libido was racing. “Just let it out, Connie, talking about it is good for you. Please excuse the informality, I have to take my shirt off.” Doc’s brawny chest and abdomen almost made her faint. She ran her fingers over his chiseled body.
She stood up. Her hands dug into hips. “I do love my husband, but I have needs. Am I doing something wrong? I try to arouse him. Maybe I’m coming on too strong.”
Connie grinned and turned so that her booty faced them. She ground her hips back and forth. She reached under her skirt and pulled her pantyhose down ever so slowly, and stopped just below her butt crack. She bent over and stuck her plump ass out, first in front of Doc then in front of Latrelle. She shook her buttocks vigorously, twerking shamelessly for their pleasure.
“You guys are great, letting me cry on your shoulder like this. I came here to talk about elections and I’m bothering you about my husband’s erections,” she purred. They all laughed. She felt two, sometimes four hands on her butt cheeks and her thighs. Two hands pulled her pantyhose down to her knees.
“Our job is to help you get this marriage back on track,” Latrelle smiled, “you’ve got a lot going for you Connie, so take it from us, you deserve the best.”
Connie faced them and took off her tank top, holding it in a bunch at her neck so that it covered her face. Her head back, she tossed her top. She closed her eyes and brought her tongue out, planting it at the corner of her upper lip. She lowered the straps of her bra and then freed her arms. She looked down and saw her host and his friend playing with two enormous cocks. The sight of these fat, incredibly luscious looking dicks almost made her swoon. She plopped back onto the couch, facing them on her knees, and fastened her hands to the jumbo dicks that were now hers for the taking. How fucking great is this, she almost cried from the sensations.
“Maybe Pencil Dick is cheating on me” She snickered. Connie discovered that it was a huge turn-on to be with other guys and talk about Bill like he was a loser who was incapable of satisfying her.
Her heart raced as she lovingly ran her crimson-tipped finger nails up and down these big slabs of man meat. Latrelle squeezed her ass and played with her left tit, salivating at the way it rippled heavily when he pushed it to her face and let it tumble back onto her chest.
Doc’s hands lunged at her neck and she was lost in a passionate necking session, first in his mouth, then Latrelle’s.
She could stand no more delay. Connie stood and with her back to them almost ripped off her panty house, their hands “helping” her. She smiled at them and dived in to some dirty lap dancing, starting with Doc’s prick. It had the dimensions, roughly, of a jumbo bratwurst. Almost tumbling to the carpet she knelt in front of him, staring up at him, stuffing his cock into her face and not bothering with kissing or licking or flute playing. Her right hand held on to the shaft for dear life and the very turgid cock assaulted her mouth and throat. She closed her eyes, delighting in his powerful entry into her body. Connie reached with her left hand and pulled Latrelle closer so she could work his horse dick while she sucked Doc’s log.
After five minutes she switched cocks. Like with Doc she labored to consume as much of his supremely stiff prick as possible. She spat on Latrelle’s dick and balls, then leaned toward Doc and spat on his hogger.
This went on for half an hour. In the midst of her manic fellatio session with these hot marriage counselors she had returned to the couch, on her knees and first blowing Doc, while the two studs grabbed her big tits and fingered her wet twat. Her plump and curvy ass was in his face and Latrelle planted kisses on her buttock and ran his tongue up and down her deep ass crack. He found her anus and rimmed her voraciously. When she switched her cocksucking to Latrelle’s cock it was Doc’s turn to eat her ass. She felt his finger penetrate her rectum while he caressed her clit.
“Oh yeah, finger-fuck my ass,” she gasped, turning back toward him. She shook her booty and then pushed it back into his very grateful face.
She squatted over Doc’s lap and plopped her heavy tits on his head, giggling. He sucked on her nipples. Connie found herself between them, squatting and feeding her tits to them at the same time. Masculine fingers could not stay away from her clit and her pussy. “So did you guys like the way I went down on your cocks? Or is my marriage in trouble because I’m not a great cocksucker?”
“I’ll answer that this way,” Doc muttered, pulling his dick downward and letting it spring back, so that it was aiming toward his chin. He pulled at a second time and the two cocksmen heard her gasp as his big cock slowly rubbed back and forth against her pussy. She sat a little lower, he pushed his dick in a little higher, and then half of him disappeared.
“Shit!!!” she whispered hoarsely, her eyes staring through a glaze at him. She bent forward and leaned her face on his shoulder. His big hands greedily dug into her ass cheeks. Connie was in a state of surreality. He is impossible, she thought. He cannot be this large.
Latrelle scooted over and got her attention with his nine inches. She grabbed on tightly.
Connie sat back and ran her fingers through her soaked hair and stopped bouncing on Doc for a moment, and leaned down to his face and invaded his mouth with her tongue. As they made out they starting fucking again. This was paradise. I want to do this every day, she thought. His body seemed to completely merge with hers. His cock had occupied every place in her. Latrelle moved sideways to face her and poked her asshole with his finger. He banged the big-titted blonde adulteress for a long time.
As she smacked her body up and down on Doc’s flesh-log her tits rippled and bounced. Doc pushed one tit into her face, then the other. “Suck those fucking tits,” he commanded. She sucked a nipple, then her lips held the breast by the nipple. She stared at him as the heavy tit fell from her mouth. Then she did this with the other tit. The three snickered as she tried to stick both tits in her mouth and just couldn’t make the monsters cooperate. Meanwhile Latrelle’s finger fucking had gone one digit to three. This was adding to the pleasure in a dirty way. She even spread her ass to get his fingers further in.
Doc swore loudly and shot his wad deep inside her. He clutched her face against her and the sounds of his orgasm broke her own dam. Connie let loose with a scream and a shriek. She came in an avalanche of ecstasy. She sucked his dick, joyful at lapping up semen wherever she could recover it.
Latrelle was jacking himself. He told her to kneel on the couch and stick her ass out. He got behind her and began fucking her. “Oh yeah, another big dick….” she smiled. Doc almost got hard already, watching their lewd kissing and Latrelle lifting and dropping her tits.
Latrelle’s right hand rubbed her clit delicately at first. He planted kisses on the back of her neck and her shoulders. Tantalizing her, his rock-hard flesh tube poked back and forth at her pussy lips. The R&B music pulsed against her knees and her elbows planted on the back of the couch. The afternoon was getting older. Her lover’s big dick burst into her cunt. She shouted her delight in a wicked, almost guttural cry. She implored him to ram it deep and hard. Her hefty buttocks rippled. Her bent-over frame made her derriere real big and luscious.
Doc got up to refill her vodka glass, smiling at the sound of her cries.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she turned and panted, “something I said?”
He came back to the couch, chuckling: “I’m right here baby.” He put the drinks on the table and she stared at him staring at her hanging breasts shaking. He reached in to grab one of her tits. He sat down next to them and she put her lips on his. He licked her lips, circling his tongue. She reached for his imposing cock, surprised at how her appetite for oversized male members was growing.
“We should go to the backyard,” Doc said, rubbing her clit while Latrelle spanked her bubble butt. “Come on, you sex fiends.” He opened the patio door and grabbed his Nikon camera.
Doc and Latrelle, two naked and erect guys, followed Connie, strutting in her high heels. They coveted her ass as it wiggled and shook. She turned to look back but pointed ahead of her. “This way?” She stopped at the patio entrance and bent over, shaking her big tits and grinding her ass in their direction.
The back yard was vast. Its patio boasted fine stone, not faux stone pavers. High end outdoor furniture adorned the space. A large swimming pool surprised Connie. And there was the tranquility that came with being the first and only occupied home in the whole subdivision.
Latrelle took her by the hand and Doc stood at her left. She raved about these sights. She slowly jacked the proud lances rubbing against her skin.
Latrelle faced her and began making out with her, then sucked on her tits. “Need that pussy,” he said calmly and then picked her up, and flipped her over so that her crotch was next to his tongue. Connie squealed: “Help!” Her hands grabbed on to his legs with one hand and his dick with the other. His arms enfolded around her ass and he licked and sucked on her twat. He bent his knees and rammed his dick against her face. He fucked her mouth while she played with his balls. Doc stood in front of his big-titted, inverted guest and worked his fingers into her rectum. This went on for about ten minutes.
Latrelle turned her right side up and holding her hips while she clung to his neck, banged away at her without restraint. “What the fuck!!!!” Connie laughed, then moaned intensely. Amazingly they copulated like this for a while, then Doc took over, Latrelle sitting and sipping his drink and jacking his manhood.
“Make her cum!” Latrelle yelled encouragingly after they had been going at it.
“Help me do that,” Doc said. He was full of perspiration.
Slowly Latrelle put down his libation and got up off the cushioned chaise lounge. Connie’s feet were on the patio stone, but only for a minute. Latrelle picked her up and lay her down on a large patio chair where he had been sitting. He adjusted the back and told her to turn over. She bent her knees and stuck her bottom out as far as she could, and shook her ass at him. Her cheeks rippled.
Doc handed Latrelle some lubricant. She felt fingers tickling, then exploring her butthole. “You’re going to get some heavy traffic in your fat ass,” Doc said, “when big boys like us get some of that booty, make sure you’re oiled up. Bad shit can occur without appropriate precautions.” He sounded almost like a proctologist.
Latrelle his dick against her asshole. She moaned approvingly and pushed her backside against him.
“You like it when men want to fuck your ass?” he said softly. Most of his cock’s head disappeared into her ass, then came out. He moved in and out of her over and over again, more each time.
“Wow,” she moaned. “I sure like how you’re opening up my ass. It’s been a long time since some guy put his cock in my asshole.”
“I’m breaking in your fat booty,” he said, thrilled at the feeling of her very snug rectum. He was teasing her with the head of his prick about halfway in and then went in about two more inches.
“My God!!” she yelled, “THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!” She reached back and spread her butt crack.
Latrelle patiently put more of him into her and when she was full of his fat snake he began fucking her. The only other time she had done this was fun, sort of.. Her partner the first time was not that large.
Doc was mesmerized by the sight of her ass twerking and hopping against his friend’s prick. They made quite a commotion. Connie’s squealing face was almost hidden in the cushion.
After ten minutes she felt a withdrawal of that man tube and then another entry. Doc wanted a piece of her ass and eagerly took over. He invaded her tenderly, at first, then began pumping her rectum with his king-sized jelly roll. He switched places with her on the chair and had her sit with her back to him. Her ass descended on his cock, her arms reaching behind. His large hands busily manhandled her tits. At her left side Latrelle fed his dick into her face. His arm extended to her pussy and he rubbed her clit with a back and forth motion. His fingers raced faster in time with Doc’s thrusting into her asshole.
Connie was crying out, flying high on layers of sexual pleasure. “Fuck!!!!” she shrieked, nearing another climax.
“You about to give it up?” Latrelle said, smiling at her ascent into orgasm. “She’s in big Afro dick land and loving it, ain’t that right Connie!”
Between intense panting she managed to exclaim, “I love this!!! I the way you fuck my ass!!!”
Doc whispered, “show us how much you love it. Show us how your asshole can’t get enough.”
She looked at Latrelle. “Fuck my cunt while he’s in my ass.” He laughed, disbelievingly.
Connie grabbed his dick. “DO IT!” she gasped.
He stood in front of them and worked his shwantz into her vagina, his hands on her shoulders. After a few minutes of this, with his fingers caressing her clitoris, Connie’s dam burst. She squirted pussy juice on Latrelle. She came almost violently, and Doc followed her, launching semen inside her rectum. As they embraced Latrelle fucked her some more.
“Come on my big tits,” she implored him. He pulled out and she jacked his mouth watering shaft. And then out it shot, strings landing on her tits and stomach.
“You better not cum on ME, fool,” Doc snickered.
They collapsed around the pool. They told her to keep the cum on her big knockers. Connie refreshed herself in the pool, parading around it for the men before she dived into it. Doc got refills of their drinks and with his camera took pictures of Connie in Latrelle’s lap, with close-ups of their deep kissing, and Latrelle sucking on her tits. Latrelle borrowed the Nikon and photographed Doc getting in the pool with Connie and fucking her from behind while she stood at the side, demanding that he fuck her harder and harder. She lay down on a cushioned chaise lounge by the pool. Latrelle and Doc took turns fucking her tits, then positioned her with her head over the edge to get fucked in the mouth.
She just had to stay until Sunday morning. She told Bill when he called that she wasn’t feeling well and had to get some sleep. “I’m turning my phone off.”
At various times during the night and early morning the two monster dicks helped themselves to her mouth, twat, and asshole, sometimes taking turns. Usually at the same time. They woke her by fucking her at the same time for over an hour, switching their big league Johnsons between her holes. Connie was 100% exhausted when she left.
By the time she got home, and after a long nap, she was ready for more.
Bill and she spoke Sunday afternoon. “Two things to tell,” he said, “my trip was cut short. I’m flying in tomorrow night. Number two, I have a new boss. You’re going to laugh when I tell you his name.”
She asked what it was and he shouted it out. “Harold Dyck. D-Y-C-K but it rhymes with ‘lick’. Seriously, that’s his name. And it’s pronounced like that. “
“Hairy dick. Imagine that. He should have changed it or he kept it that way on purpose!” Connie snickered. And a light went on in her head.
Her husband continued: “You’ll be happy to know you don’t have to pick me up at the airport. He lives south of us and will be driving his Lexus from the airport parking lot with me aboard. He’s moving back to the mother ship after running our office in Alexandria.”
They chatted about other things, but that name was reverberating inside her. He asked if she was feeling better and she said no. Connie said she couldn’t wait to see him tomorrow and they hung up.
She lunged at the lap top. I know this name! She went to her list. There he was, number eight. She couldn’t believe it.
One of her guys was Bill’s new boss.
It was weird. And tantalizing. Her information about Harold was that he was a tall, portly fellow around 50. Handsome, seemed like a take charge dude. A Facebook picture from last year showed him at a casino with a voluptuous young thing on his lap. “I love women, what can I say! ” was his posted message.
Connie lay in bed around 11, thinking of her intense weekend. She did not sleep well. She felt like she was in withdrawal from turning men on and them having their way with their unusually large genitalia. It was frustrating to toss and turn, to be without that excitement and electrifying pleasure. When she woke on Monday and through lunch she barely resisted the impulse to call Terry, or call Louie, or call Alex, or call Doc, or call Latrelle.
On Monday afternoon Bill called to say Harold Dyck and he were going to arrive at the airport around 6:30. He added: “Harry is going to be living in a corporate apartment until he finds a condo, but that apartment is being occupied by another manager for a few days. Are you – uh ---- open to his staying at our place in the bedroom in the basement this week? He hasn’t asked but I thought it would be politically beneficial to offer.”
Connie sighed, and said nothing, trying to conceal herself. Bill assumed she was ambivalent and he offered: “It would only be for a few days.”
“Well,” she said, keeping contained, “but just for a few days.”
At the BWI airport in Maryland, killing time before their flight, Bill sat with his new boss Harry Dyck over a beer. When Harry griped about his short-term housing situation Bill said: “We have a bedroom in our basement, fully furnished, your own restroom, and a workout room next to it. Why don’t you hang out with us until that apartment is vacant?”
Harry was reluctant to agree but thanked him for the gesture. He pictured Bill’s house as confining and his wife as some OK but boring suburban ding-a-ling who could not cook and talked too much. He would have to put up with her meals and her chatter for several days. “Let me think about it. I don’t want to impose.”
“You would not be imposing in any way shape or form,” Bill said. The PA announced the flight was loading and they hustled down to the gate.
By 6:30 Connie was at her vanity mirror, having showered and pampered herself with scented lotion over her entire skin. She had picked out a black half see-through lace GGG-cup bra that lifted and rounded her bust, a thin, red sleeveless sweater, with buttons half-way down the front, and jeans that took some effort to pack her buttocks into. Naughty makeup outlined and shadowed her eyes and she took care to bring out the glamour of her long eyelashes. Rouge went to the ideal spots on her cheeks. Long earrings added even more flash, and perfume on her neck and wrists suggested a hidden garden of carnal delights.
Finally the door from the garage opened and Bill and his boss stood at the foot of the stairs. Connie stood at the top in a pose, showing off her profile and leaning against the bannister. She held an open bottle of champagne in one hand and three long-stemmed glasses in the other.
“Welcome home, big boy,” she smiled at Bill.
Bill and his boss stared at the slow, dramatic steps that plopped Connie down to them and that did amazing things to her chest. Connie glowed with a bright smile and poured out the bubbly. She turned and bent over, setting the bottle on the last step.
Bill’s manager whistled and exclaimed: “Holy crap.” He dropped his stuff on the floor. She smiled: “Hi Boss!”
They toasted. She gave a long, snug hug to her spouse, and a steamy kiss. Bill was unprepared for his mouth getting invaded by his wife’s tongue. She made out with him in front of his boss for a while. Her husband at last laughed a bit nervously and introduced Harry. His boss said softly, “don’t stop now. That was hot. Keep going. Can I watch?”
“So this is Harry Dyck,” she said softly, looking him and down. He was several inches taller than Bill and although he was stocky, it all seemed to be muscles. The three of them gabbed a bit about the flight, the traffic, how boring the meeting was in Baltimore. The champagne went quickly.
Bill dashed to the restroom, saying: “We had a couple beers at the airport and nature calls.” He ran upstairs with his suitcase.
She emptied the bottle in her glass and Harry’s. Bill’s boss drooled over Bill’s wife. She had an aura of dangerous beauty. Her very large tits were something a guy saw once in a blue moon. Harry announced: “When I am privileged to be in the presence of a 100% goddess, I feel like bowing to her.” She laughed. “But for now put her there,” he took her hand and kissed it for the fifth time. “Harry Dyck, that’s me. I know, unconventional last name. I could have made it a long ‘I’ but it rhymes with ‘quick’. I am a Dyck and proud of it.”
“I love a guy who’s proud of his Dyck,” she said, then: “whoops, forget I said that. I meant you should be proud of your Dyck.” She laughed, covering her mouth with her hands. “I meant you should be proud of your last name, like if you were Harry Cock.”
His eyes could not avoid her body and she warmed up fast to his checking her out. “Looks like you’re digging yourself into your hole,” he laughed, staring at her and picking up his suitcase and suit bag. “Whoops, forget I said that, I meant you’re digging yourself into your holes.”
She stared at his crotch as she grinned. “Well, I’ll stay away from your Dyck and you stay away from my holes,” and then she covered her mouth and looked to the side, “there I go again. Big men like you get me flustered. Here I am just meeting Bill’s new boss and I’m talking about dicks and holes! Just ignore me for the rest of the evening.” He eagerly followed her up the stairs to the kitchen.
I’ve got to get some of that, Harry thought, eating up the sight of her body. He watched her plump and round posterior work its magic with each of her steps upward. I got to get a lot of that.
His bags stashed in the corner of the ****** room, Harry was all too happy to stand in the kitchen and chit chat with Connie. She asked about where he was from, how long he had been with the company. He said his father had actually help start the company.
When Bill stood in the bathroom urinating, he wondered about his wife’s sexy appearance and impulse to neck with him while Harry watched. A work-related phone call, then another, put him in the hallway while his boss and his wife had their playful banter.
“So your father was a big dick at the old company?” she said, giggling.
“I come from a long line of big dicks,” he smiled. He was sitting at the kitchen dinette table and feasting his eyes on Connie’s torso.
“….I guess that makes you a big dick, then,” she mumbled, her mouth half talking in a wine glass she had switched to for a fresh bottle of pinot noir.
He walked up to her and stood close. With an impish grin he said: “You are so annoying, with these dick references. Do I call you bra-buster or boulder-holder?”
She smiled back. “Oh you’re used to it. I bet you got all kinds of grief when you were a kid, before you became a big dick. Dickhead, little dick, dickwad.”
He grabbed her hand and held it. “Oh, another gallant hand kiss? You are so irritating!” she laughed.
“No, I’m going to read your palm,” he said quietly. She giggled mockingly. He caressed her hand with his fingers. “I am noticing this break in the mind line. When you were younger, you became a pain in the ass. Then….in high school, you grew into womanhood, and guys called you ‘melons’ and ‘big guns’. As you grew into even more womanhood in college, you became even more annoying.”
“You are so full of shit!” she laughed, pushing him away.
“I ought to pick you up and throw you on the couch!” he chuckled. “What a pain you are.”
About five minutes later Bill was off his phone calls and, following the sounds of laughter and snappy comments, joined them in the kitchen for snacks and wine.
“Bill, despite the fact that your wife is a source of constant annoyance, I am taking you up on your offer to me to stay here for a few days.”
“He’s such a dick,” Connie said, staring at Harry with a huge grin. Bill noticed her hand resting, then moving back and forth, on Harry’s arm.
“Keep her away from me,” Harry said with a mock expression of seriousness, “she’s so irritating. You can’t believe the abuse she’s giving me about my last name.” He turned to her and said softly: “Smartass.”
“He’s acting like a big dick,” Connie said, staring up at Harry, and smacking his shoulder several times. He lunged for her and she dodged him. He lunged again and caught her.
Bill masked his surprise at his wife’s references to body parts and their suggestive horseplay but assumed she was going along with banter his boss had initiated. So he laughed, “while I was on the phone I heard you two idiots busting each other’s chops.” Then: “Harry, that’s great that you can stay here. We are happy to have you.” He picked up Harry’s gear, and said: “Let’s get you settled in your man cave downstairs.” He started for the door to the basement when his cell rang again. He put the suitcase and overnight bag down, looked at his phone, and said to Harry: “It’s New York again. I gotta talk to them about that deal.”
“I’ll take him down,” Connie said, “it’ll be a pleasure to get him off the first floor. He’s a big pain in my ass. Let’s go dickhead.”
Connie grabbed the overnight bag and Harry the suitcase. When they arrived at the basement extra room her voice was soft and tender: “Here’s your bed, Mr. Big Dick.”
“You need a spanking, the way you harass your husband’s boss,” he said, standing close to her.
“If you don’t stop being a pain in my big ass,” she said, her eyes staring at his crotch, “I’m going to complain to Bill about how you keep checking out my tits and looking at me like you want to fuck me. So you better watch it, Mr. Eight Inch.”
He grabbed her and kissed her on the lips, delicately at first, then with an invasion of his tongue. He moaned when she reciprocated, her lips pushing into his, her sighs sending him into a release of pent-up excitement. His hands squeezed her breasts and her buttocks. She sat on the edge of his bed, her hands planted flat close behind her, thrusting her chest out. Connie grinned at the impact she was having, proud that her body brought on his lusty gaze at her body. She pulled off her sweater slowly.
“I’ve been aching to suck your cock since you walked in with Bill,” she said. Harry grunted and unzipped himself. She grabbed at his underwear, her growing addiction unleashed. The barriers of the last hour of formality and flirtation were fun but now she could get what she really needed. Only one look at the titanic cock that stood at attention, once unconfined, and Connie was getting wet. She fondled it, kissed it, licked it, and worshipped it. She undid her jeans and pulled them down to her thighs.
“Maybe this will shut you up, asshole,” he smiled, proud of his bigness and delighted at how enthralled she was with his massive flesh. He pressed himself into her face.
“If I suck your cock do you promise to stop staring at my tits?” she said, then swallowed him as far as she could.
Connie had been away from heaven for only a day plus and was happy to return. Her fingers marveled at his large testicles and the thickness of his member. Her tongue labored to flicker like a large, starving hummingbird over his prick. She hauled her tits out of her bra and up to Harry’s dick. He swore at the sight of them and rammed into them like a madman.
“Blow me and I’ll think about it,” he said. They heard Bill chattering away upstairs. After ten minutes of Harry’s massive Johnson stretching her mouth and throat Connie lay back on the bed and Harry, his pants down, straddled her, smacking his cock against her face and her bra-held monsters. The adulteress moved her bra straps so that the front of her bra pulled her tits together and his dick found its way underneath and into her now snug cleavage. Her bra held him between her tits. As he fucked her boobs he reached behind and explored her crotch. It was soaked.
“Aren’t you soaking wet,” he moaned. The feeling of her titflesh against his rod turned the anticipation and horny banter with his subordinate’s loose wife into a button push and after five minutes of breast fucking he shot several strings of semen against her chin and neck.
“You guys still insulting each other??” Bill called from the head of the stairs. Harry, without hurrying, sauntered into the bathroom off his sleeping quarters. Connie jumped up and wiped his sperm off of her with a pillow case and pulled her clothes together.
She yelled: “We were chatting! Be up in a sec. Should we order in?”
Bill appeared at the foot of the stairway. “Did you show him the workout room?” He stepped into the basement bedroom and saw his wife standing over the bed, spreading out the flat sheet. Her face was flushed. When she replied that she had not yet, he said: “Your face is red. Like you’re blushing. You OK?”
“Sure, I just got off the cross-trainer after an overdue mini-session. While he was lying down.”
She yelled through the bathroom door. “HEY DICKHEAD, WE’RE GOING UPSTAIRS!”
Bill heard his new boss’s jocular response: “BILL, YOU SEE WHAT I’M WORKING WITH HERE? MAKE SURE CONNIE EATS IN THE GARAGE!”
Bill was pleased, if somewhat puzzled, by the ball-busting exchanges. “See you upstairs. We’re ordering BBQ.” His boss yelled that that was great.
Dinner was relatively uneventful, with shop talk between Bill and Harry and a lot more wine for Connie. In a serious and almost apologetic tone Harry assigned some work for Bill that required burning the midnight oil and then getting up early to meet clients downtown for breakfast. Connie was in the kitchen dishing out ice cream for dessert. Harry joined her to help, sitting at the kitchen table as she stood near him scooping the gelato into bowls.
“Can’t this wait until Monday?” Bill asked from the ****** room. “I thought Campbell and his team were out of a pocket until then.”
Harry sounded sympathetic. “I feel you Bill, but it’s not Campbell I’m worrying about. We’re in a crunch with the testing phase. Sorry about the breakfast meeting. He texted me. I’ll meet you halfway….skip the stuff you would have to do tonight. Early to bed, early to rise. I’m working late on my laptop tonight and tomorrow morning sleeping in, if that’s okay with you folks.” As she heard Harry speak she felt his hands reaching between her buttocks and goosing her crotch buttocks. She writhed, her ass pushing against him. He stood and gave Bill’s wife an aggressively soulful kiss and his hands grabbed her tits.
“Are you sure?” Bill said. Harry said of course, it had been a long day.
The three enjoyed the ice cream, and with the alcohol ingested before and during dinner, conversation had gotten a little silly and non-linear. Connie and Harry were sitting on the couch and Bill in a chair. Bill noticed that the top two buttons of Connie’s sweater were undone. This meant a few more inches of cleavage and the effect was amazing and also worrisome. Connie was holding a loaded spoon for too long and spilled some melting ice cream on her red sweater.
“I’d help you with that but that’s Bill’s department,” Harry said, now having a great excuse to stare at her GGG cup knockers.
Connie looked down at the glob of chocolate swirl on her bosom. “Oh honey, I don’t know if I can take much more of these. Now I have ice cream on this special order bra.”
Bill had put his empty bowl on the table and ran to get a knife and damp dishtowel. “Take much more of these what?” he said, coming back to assist.
“Thank you Dear, but I have to change out of this anyway,” she looked down at her breasts and pulled the material of her sweater out from her body. “I mean I don’t know how much more I can take of these huge jugs. They keep getting bigger. I’m on my way to an H cup, for God’s sake.”
Not knowing what to say, her husband squirmed a bit in his chair, looking at Harry self-consciously. Connie walked into their bedroom and grabbed a light blue crop top with a lot of bare midriff, quickly changing out of the sweater and bra and slipping on the blue top over her ravishing body.
She continued her griping while doing so, then came back to the ****** room with a woeful expression on her face. “These are getting out of control. My tits are so big and heavy, Honey, and what happens when you knock me up and I get pregnant and I start lactating? I know you really go for my monster boobs. I get it. But be kind and merciful. My back does bother me. It’s already difficult enough to order bras for tits this huge. When they’re full of tit milk they’ll be insanely big.”
Bill started to say something to mollify her but she cut him off. “No, you don’t have to say anything. I just need to vent about this overly-endowed rack of mine. They’re almost as big as my ass, and that’s saying something.” She looked at his boss, who was faintly grinning at this monologue, and getting stiff. Bill noticed the intense staring at her body.
She turned to her couch mate with a sigh of resignation to her lot in life. “Sorry Harry, I don’t mean to emote about this, but enough is enough. I guess I just want some appreciation for what it’s like to have these big, fat, heavy tits. I have to get custom made and all my tops are so fucking small on me. I have people staring at them all the time and they just seem to get bigger and bigger. I know guys really get hard just looking at them, and they stare at me like they want to fuck my brains out.”
Connie got a buzz from this display. Bill was bewildered. Harry was hard as a rock. What a trip to discuss her body with Bill with his new boss watching. She found that throwing her sex out there was gratifying and exciting, icing on the cake of secretly fucking guys on the List.
Bill thought she was talking like this with Harry right there on the couch next to her to get Bill in the mood for some overdue love making.
“Bill,” Harry said, “be thankful you have a hot wife whose complaint is that her boobs are way too huge. You are one fortunate son of a bitch.” With his arm stretched behind her, he ogled her and said slowly: “What you and I could do with a large tub of chocolate ice cream.” He laughed: “Bill, just kidding! But let me know if you ever want some help with ice cream spills on bras! Just kidding again!”
She got up from the couch and turned toward Harry, the leaned down. Her breasts hung free in her blue crop top and she shook and shook some more. “See how swollen they are, see what I mean? How would you guys like to have these Triple G mammary glands causing you back discomfort?” Then reaching down to the table: “Can I take your cream, I mean ice cream?” she asked. Still facing him she turned her head toward Bill: “How about you Honey? Are you done too?” She turned and bent over excessively to grab his dish and she stuck her hips out while she lingered for a long kiss with her husband.
She blocked Bill’s view of Harry fondling her ass.
“I guess we better get to bed,” Bill said to Harry. “So tomorrow are you setting a late alarm and checking out your housing situation now that you’re staying here?” His boss said yes and Bill said: “Ok, maybe I’ll see you at some point at the office.”
Bill was so insistent that she join him that Connie barely could get a couple long kisses with Harry before she went upstairs for the night. Bill asked his wife about her complaints during dessert. “That was a surprise,” Bill said, “I never heard you talk like that. It was weird, but arousing.”
She grinned. “I thought you might get a charge out of that. Looks like your boss did too. Don’t worry about him, honey, I’ve got him under control.”
Meanwhile Harry lay in his basement sack, suffocating under sexual frustration. Connie did not sleep well. Her physical wants could only be satisfied through a lot of cock. Sex with her husband that night was mechanical, obligatory.
Harry awoke around 9, showering. As he dressed he heard a knock and at his door stood Connie in a long apron. “Breakfast is ready, sleepy head. Stop being an annoying person and come on upstairs.” He handed him a cup of hot coffee and closed his door.
His mind focused on only her. Bill better have left already. He’s an obstacle.
Harry entered the kitchen. Connie’s red apron half covered a white tube top and her thighs. Her tits looked real big. She was leaning against the kitchen counter and pointed to the dinette table, where fresh fruit and a covered dish of scrambled eggs sat. He was ready to jump her and asked if Bill was still around. High heels made her that much more delectable.
“Oh, Bill’s gone,” she said, then turned toward the sink, her back to Harry. She was wearing nothing from the waist down. Her smooth, fat, bare ass was very much “there”. She looked back at him through the golden bang adorning her brow. “Hungry?” she said softly.
“Oh Shit,” he said, standing and staring and salivating. He unzipped his pants and began jacking his nine-inch miracle of male nature. She spread her cheeks. An emerald colored butt plug winked at him.
“So he’s gone until dinner and you can fuck all my holes as much as you want, Big Dick,” she cooed, bending wickedly and sticking her butt out.
Harry walked toward her. With feigned disappointment he sighed: “I was hoping to catch him before he left, just to thank him again for this generous hospitality.” He shook his head with disbelief as she shucked her apron and pulled the tube top down to her navel. Her breasts bulged to the sides of her well tanned back.
“Why don’t you call him on your cell while I do these dishes?” she turned and pulled his mouth against her open lips. “I know he would appreciate it.” She fondled his dick while they kissed with abandon. Connie moaned with pleasure as her fingers explored his balls.
“Being a boss that comes into a brand new department requires sensitivity to the needs of my new subordinates,” Harry said squeezing her impossible to overlook tits, “I like your idea of calling Bill.” He pulled a tit to her mouth and fed it to her, then him.
His hands excitedly kneaded her ass cheeks. “And you two are OK with me staying here? Won’t I just be in the way?”
She turned to face the window and ground her buttocks against him. “We’re happy to have you. It was Bill’s idea. Once I saw that big dick of yours, I told him, sure, let’s make Harry feel at home.”
She held on to the sink and held her breath as Harry placed his cell phone on the counter. It was on speaker and ringing Bill. Harry’s cock entered her wet snatch and she whimpered with carnal delight. As Bill and his boss chatted Connie moaned. Large masculine hands pulled and played with her pendulous tits. A thick tube of hard passion that she had waited for impatiently was helping itself to her pussy.
Harry panted, his pent-up lust finally penetrating her. “The main reason I called was to thank you again for taking me in. You’re a good man and Connie is an angel.”
Bill said it was their pleasure, then: “Sounds like you’re in the workout room downstairs.”
“Your Mrs. guilted me into it. She’s on the cross trainer and I’m doing free weights.” She felt Bill’s boss taking over her body, all the way in. His fingers played with her clit. This wicked dialogue while they fornicated made Connie 200% horny.
She bent over more, spreading her ass cheeks as wide as she could. Harry played with her butt plug, moving it in and out in tempo with his fucking. Connie rubbed her pussy.
Bill excused himself. “Got another call, I’ll get rid of it, don’t go away. I have a thought about that new app for our new account in Minneapolis.” The phone went silent. Connie gripped his horse dick with her loins and hoarsely said: “Fuck my ass. I want you in my asshole. Then cum on my tits.”
Connie’s shameless promiscuity turned up his thermostat. He pulled out of her cunt, popped the plug out of her anus, and slowly but intently invaded her rectum. Once inside her he forged ahead and she screamed with delight. He turned off his phone and harangued her.
“You are one dirty girl, fucking your husband’s boss like this. You’re just a big-titted whore. You like that dick in your ass? You like how I feel in your asshole? I can tell you enjoy getting fucked by other guys.” With every word she heard she moaned “yes!” or “fuck yeah!”.
“I’m going to fuck you all morning and all afternoon!” he growled. She was in heaven as he plowed away at her slutty ass. Then he told her to face him on her knees and he jacked his cock furiously, shooting jizz all over her GGG jugs. Harry got Bill back on the phone. Connie rubbed her tits all over his still turgid dick. His libido was already refreshing itself as Connie pulled each tit to her face and ran her nasty tongue over the cream-frosted flesh.
For five minutes Harry talked with Bill on the speaker as Bill’s wife worshipped the cock before her and squeezed her tits around it.
For the rest of the day Connie enjoyed her husband’s horny, giant-sized boss. They fucked in the master bedroom. They fucked in the ****** room, on the couch. He fucked her in the ass in the upstairs hallway and took pictures and videos of her fat cheeks rippling beneath him. In between these various copulations she was feeding him her big tits, or sucking his dick and balls, or licking his butt, and in between invading his mouth with her insatiable tongue.
And knowing that he was moving out after a few days, she consulted the List to track down the guys she hadn’t done yet. And then after discovering them she would start over, first with Terry, then Louie, then Alex, and then the double penetration paradise of Doc and Latrelle, and then on to Harry, and then, who knows!
Bill was at his office, going through and deleting stale or worthless incoming text messages on his phone. He came across one from Connie from from two weeks back that he had overlooked. He had to read it a couple times to figure it out. It was sent just before she called him about her night out with the girls.
“have a nice two weeks in Hawaii Zoe, I hate you .”
She had misdirected her text message. It had gone to him but was supposed to go to her new friend. But how, he mused, could Connie be hanging out in Denver at various times afterwards with someone who was in the Hawaiian Islands?
The End
By Titslave
Doc Redding stood on his porch, grateful that the rain had spent itself. His short street, Lilac Court, was part of a brand- new subdivision and Lilac had no other residents. His wife had left town, and he had to admit that being on his own was great. He was a tall, solidly assembled fellow with deep ebony skin - and an eye for the ladies. He was a guy who got frisky for other women, right quick after going out of town on business. And also as soon as his wife, an executive herself, pulled out of the driveway for a long trip to visit her ******.
Connie had been marking time, sitting in her car since 1:30, around the corner from Lilac Court. Through a weird circumstance she had gotten a hold of a list of guys that one of her husband’s best friends had shared with Connie while opening up about his divorce. Connie told her husband Bill about Sam’s wife Clare becoming a serial cheater but kept the list to herself. She became obsessed with the list because Clare, through her numerous affairs while working at Bill’s company, had come up with the most endowed guys, her favorites that she focused on. Connie finagled her way into her husband’s company database and researched these guys. This turned into a wicked source of sexual pleasure. Overnight she became addicted to men with extra large organs.
She had a view of the Redding residence through her rear view mirror. She had done some serious makeup at the hotel, and glammed up with stylish earrings and a necklace that hung over her bosom. She reached to her bag in the car and slipped into her red high heels. She reached behind for a leather jacket that was small for her. She kept it unzipped. An imposing guy came in and out the front door and was now on his porch, and she could have sworn he was staring at her car. She grabbed the clipboard and as she locked her car door her cell rang.
Latrelle Irving was the salesman at Worldwide who had talked Doc into buying a software solution for his company. He was single and on the lookout himself for a piece of ass. He and Doc loved to get with women together. When he pulled in the Redding driveway this afternoon he had noticed that shapely blonde walking with the clipboard and the very imposing breasts.
Connie sauntered slowly down Lilac Lane, excited and nervous about meeting two guys from the List at the same time. She looked at her phone and said hello to her husband. “So are you going crazy at your hotel living like a bachelor?” she asked.
“I miss not being at home with my wife,” he said. “That delayed flight was very frustrating.”
“I miss you too! Is your room OK?” He said it was fine but lonely.
She was nearing the Redding house. Two men were now on the front porch, chatting ---- and staring at her.
Bill asked what she was up to. “I got roped into this breast cancer awareness walk in, of all places, Colorado Springs.”
“When did this happen? You didn’t mention it before.”
“I had totally forgotten it. Zoe texted me right after I dropped you off.”
“That was a weird call we had when I was stuck in the plane,” he said, “were you alone?”
“Yes, and I’m alone with you now, at least by phone.”
“Let’s get a weekend hotel package in Boulder like we did last year,” he said, “I need to spend about five hours sucking on your tits.”
“Honey, we’re on the phone! Aren’t you the horndog!” she said.
“I gotta go and have lunch with my team,” he said, “why don’t you see about a nice suite in Boulder for next Friday and Saturday? We need some major sex time.”
“OK, will do. And my very overgrown chest will be ready and waiting. And meanwhile behave yourself out there. No flirting with young chippie team members. I’m going to be watching you Buster.”
“I’ll try and behave myself,” he snickered. “Love you Babe”
“Love you too.”
Connie stuffed her phone in her bag and with wobbly legs walked up the Redding driveway.
“Hi there,” she said with a tentative but big smile, “sorry to bother you on this no longer rainy Saturday.”
The taller guy, whom she discerned to be Doc Redding, was a very handsome man. “Well hello!” he smiled. Connie kind of thought the other guy was Latrelle. He wore tinted glasses and had a small beard. They were both in snug fitting shorts, which she appreciated, and T-shirts. Doc’s was a Broncos shirt. Latrelle, who waived and grinned, had donned a minimal top with no sleeves and a lot of chest hair.
She could not fathom that she was actually here with this pair. “I’m Connie with the League of Women Voters,” she said, extending her hand to each of them, “we’re reaching out to El Paso county folks to make sure they turn out to vote at the polls.”
Doc Redding had a Barry White voice and said smoothly, holding on to her hand. “if anyone can get us to turn out to vote, it’s Connie here. Right Latrelle?” They were both feasting their eyes on her curves.
Latrelle moved his glasses down his nose and stared up and down at her voluptuous torso. “I’ll do anything you say.”
Her pulse was increasing already. “So I wonder if I can take a few moments of your time. At the League we’re trying something new this year and taking the time to get to know the voters of this county. Is this an inconvenient time to chat? It would take about twenty minutes.” The guys were smiling as she spoke, and could not stop looking her over. Latrelle boldly looked around her hips to check out her big ass.
Doc’s stare returned to her eyes. Latrelle and he gave her an intense, penetrating gaze. Connie’s unblinking eyes went from one man to the other. Her exploits with the other big dicked guys had given her a kind of shameless confidence. She was trying hard to conceal how excited she was, but this intense staring was sending her into sexual orbit.
“Well I would be honored to have that conversation,” Doc finally said, taking her by the hand, “let’s get comfortable in the house.”
The main room of the house had a high ceiling. He invited her to sit on a trendy looking leather couch. Soft but pulsating R & B seemed to be where she was sitting, rocking into her butt. Latrelle stood in front of her. She took off her jacket and grinned as Doc and he reacted to her tits projecting at them.
She sat on the couch. “You like the way that sound flows into you?” Latrelle said, not believing the size of her hooters.
“It’s like the whole room is wired with the music, and I’m feeling it where I’m sitting,” she laughed. His eyes went to her smooth long legs and how high up on her thighs that skin tight denim skirt was.
“Doc put the sound system everywhere, including the furniture. You can feel it rocking your groin. Right? Just sit still and savor the beat of the music in your booty.” He grinned as she moved her hips to the rhythm.
Doc appeared with a bottle of vodka in one hand and a cabernet in the other. He stood over her and said: “Hold the hand that holds what you want.” She held his vodka hand.
“On the rocks,” she smiled, and then: “Latrelle was explaining to me why my hips are getting such a flow of music. I like it.”
Doc stepped to a minibar across the room and poured her a strong highball. “It will move through your hips to your gut to your chest and to your lips. So what shall we talk about?” He took her hand and had her stand, and the three toasted. Latrelle to her right, Doc to her left.
“To Connie, an arrestingly beautiful woman whose charm has raised the stock of the League of Women Voters manifold!” he said.
Connie put her hand on his arm, all sinew. “I haven’t heard many compliments lately! Keep them coming.”
They sat, Doc to her left. Doc spread his legs, and noticed how quickly her eyes locked into his loins. “Now Connie, I saw your band of gold. Your husband must shower you with praise all the time. I know I would. You’re sensational.”
She smiled, her eyes unable to move away from his shorts. “He’s kind of not there lately. I feel taken for granted. But you two are making up for it!” She raised her glass to each of them.
“Anyone who would take a ravishing girl like you for granted is an asshole,” Doc cooed, “so what can I help you with?” He reached over her crossed legs and picked up her clipboard and held it and smiled when she tried to take it. He held it and looked down at her legs and denim skirt. Smirking, he let her take the clipboard. He put his beefy arm on the couch, his hand touching her neck. “Fire away, I’m under your spell.” He was aching to grab her big tits.
She put her hand on his face and kissed him. “You guys are so sweet. This is so refreshing. Now I know where to go to get compliments.”
Connie went through the motions of asking Latrelle and him questions about how often they voted, what they based their votes on, how the polling place could be run better, whether they considered campaign literature mere propaganda and no substance, and so on. In the midst of this chatter Doc re-filled her vodka glass with a generous pour. The whole time these men had no eye contact with her, instead staring blatantly at her torso through the daring outfit she had chosen.
She wrote her final notes and set the clipboard down on the table. Connie took a healthy sip of her drink and then sat erect and stretched, planting her hands on the back of her neck. She looked at one of her admirers, and then the other.
“So guys, what happened to the raves about how hot I am? For a while there you were spoiling me with flattery about my looks.”
Latrelle took her hand and kissed it. “What Doc and I can’t understand is how your husband – what’s his name? – “ She told him, having emptied her second vodka. Doc expedited a re-fill. Latrelle continued “…..how Bill isn’t chasing you around the house, an incredibly sexy woman like you. Are you saying he’s not interested in sex? How long have you been married?”
She was feeling that petulance about going to the next step. Time to get this going. “When we got married four years ago I just figured we’d be fucking at least every night, if not more. I wanted no limits, to explore. I need some hard dick all the time. He’d rather watch ESPN and fuck around on his laptop.”
Doc pulled her face toward his. His voice was that of a concerned stranger, like a counselor, willing to show empathy toward a troubled fellow human being who was reaching out to share her woes. “When was the last time Bill told you how beautiful you are?” He put his mouth on hers and the lips she had fallen in love with as soon as they met were open and fastened to hers. His tongue found hers. He kissed her cheek and neck. He heard her panting.
“So long I can’t remember when,” she murmured, then she grabbed his face and returned the passionate kiss. “That’s the first romantic kiss I have gotten in months,” she laughed, “can you believe?”
Latrelle’s hand went to her legs, starting at her right knee and tenderly creeping under her skirt. “Have you tried to arouse him with hot negligee?” he asked in a helpful tone, “guys usually go crazy with garters and lace bras. You must be stunning in a see-through tank top.” She moaned, “You are such a flirt. Yes, I’ve tried and tried.” Her face turned to his and her tongue circled her open mouth. They made out, her hand on his neck, clutching him.
Doc pulled at her tank top, stretching it down, exposing a very inviting brassiere.
“Has he seen you in this? It’s incredible. Maybe he’s cheating on you? You are smoking hot, I’m just about out of control.” Doc said.
“So any time I want to be treated like a queen, I’ll call you guys.” She leaned into him and he pulled her bra-contained breasts out of her top. Both guys laughed and cursed lustily at their magnificence.
“I really appreciate this conversation,” Connie said in a congenial tone as she raised her ass so her skirt could hike up to her belly. “You two are so understanding. I feel comfortable with you expressing my feelings. I can talk about my marriage problems and you won’t judge me.”
“You seem like a good person, and we’re here for you,” Doc said, licking her ear and lifting her heavy left tit while Latrelle planted kisses on her neck and cheek. He moaned as his right hand squeezed her right tit.
Watching his friend kissing Connie with abandon, Doc’s libido was racing. “Just let it out, Connie, talking about it is good for you. Please excuse the informality, I have to take my shirt off.” Doc’s brawny chest and abdomen almost made her faint. She ran her fingers over his chiseled body.
She stood up. Her hands dug into hips. “I do love my husband, but I have needs. Am I doing something wrong? I try to arouse him. Maybe I’m coming on too strong.”
Connie grinned and turned so that her booty faced them. She ground her hips back and forth. She reached under her skirt and pulled her pantyhose down ever so slowly, and stopped just below her butt crack. She bent over and stuck her plump ass out, first in front of Doc then in front of Latrelle. She shook her buttocks vigorously, twerking shamelessly for their pleasure.
“You guys are great, letting me cry on your shoulder like this. I came here to talk about elections and I’m bothering you about my husband’s erections,” she purred. They all laughed. She felt two, sometimes four hands on her butt cheeks and her thighs. Two hands pulled her pantyhose down to her knees.
“Our job is to help you get this marriage back on track,” Latrelle smiled, “you’ve got a lot going for you Connie, so take it from us, you deserve the best.”
Connie faced them and took off her tank top, holding it in a bunch at her neck so that it covered her face. Her head back, she tossed her top. She closed her eyes and brought her tongue out, planting it at the corner of her upper lip. She lowered the straps of her bra and then freed her arms. She looked down and saw her host and his friend playing with two enormous cocks. The sight of these fat, incredibly luscious looking dicks almost made her swoon. She plopped back onto the couch, facing them on her knees, and fastened her hands to the jumbo dicks that were now hers for the taking. How fucking great is this, she almost cried from the sensations.
“Maybe Pencil Dick is cheating on me” She snickered. Connie discovered that it was a huge turn-on to be with other guys and talk about Bill like he was a loser who was incapable of satisfying her.
Her heart raced as she lovingly ran her crimson-tipped finger nails up and down these big slabs of man meat. Latrelle squeezed her ass and played with her left tit, salivating at the way it rippled heavily when he pushed it to her face and let it tumble back onto her chest.
Doc’s hands lunged at her neck and she was lost in a passionate necking session, first in his mouth, then Latrelle’s.
She could stand no more delay. Connie stood and with her back to them almost ripped off her panty house, their hands “helping” her. She smiled at them and dived in to some dirty lap dancing, starting with Doc’s prick. It had the dimensions, roughly, of a jumbo bratwurst. Almost tumbling to the carpet she knelt in front of him, staring up at him, stuffing his cock into her face and not bothering with kissing or licking or flute playing. Her right hand held on to the shaft for dear life and the very turgid cock assaulted her mouth and throat. She closed her eyes, delighting in his powerful entry into her body. Connie reached with her left hand and pulled Latrelle closer so she could work his horse dick while she sucked Doc’s log.
After five minutes she switched cocks. Like with Doc she labored to consume as much of his supremely stiff prick as possible. She spat on Latrelle’s dick and balls, then leaned toward Doc and spat on his hogger.
This went on for half an hour. In the midst of her manic fellatio session with these hot marriage counselors she had returned to the couch, on her knees and first blowing Doc, while the two studs grabbed her big tits and fingered her wet twat. Her plump and curvy ass was in his face and Latrelle planted kisses on her buttock and ran his tongue up and down her deep ass crack. He found her anus and rimmed her voraciously. When she switched her cocksucking to Latrelle’s cock it was Doc’s turn to eat her ass. She felt his finger penetrate her rectum while he caressed her clit.
“Oh yeah, finger-fuck my ass,” she gasped, turning back toward him. She shook her booty and then pushed it back into his very grateful face.
She squatted over Doc’s lap and plopped her heavy tits on his head, giggling. He sucked on her nipples. Connie found herself between them, squatting and feeding her tits to them at the same time. Masculine fingers could not stay away from her clit and her pussy. “So did you guys like the way I went down on your cocks? Or is my marriage in trouble because I’m not a great cocksucker?”
“I’ll answer that this way,” Doc muttered, pulling his dick downward and letting it spring back, so that it was aiming toward his chin. He pulled at a second time and the two cocksmen heard her gasp as his big cock slowly rubbed back and forth against her pussy. She sat a little lower, he pushed his dick in a little higher, and then half of him disappeared.
“Shit!!!” she whispered hoarsely, her eyes staring through a glaze at him. She bent forward and leaned her face on his shoulder. His big hands greedily dug into her ass cheeks. Connie was in a state of surreality. He is impossible, she thought. He cannot be this large.
Latrelle scooted over and got her attention with his nine inches. She grabbed on tightly.
Connie sat back and ran her fingers through her soaked hair and stopped bouncing on Doc for a moment, and leaned down to his face and invaded his mouth with her tongue. As they made out they starting fucking again. This was paradise. I want to do this every day, she thought. His body seemed to completely merge with hers. His cock had occupied every place in her. Latrelle moved sideways to face her and poked her asshole with his finger. He banged the big-titted blonde adulteress for a long time.
As she smacked her body up and down on Doc’s flesh-log her tits rippled and bounced. Doc pushed one tit into her face, then the other. “Suck those fucking tits,” he commanded. She sucked a nipple, then her lips held the breast by the nipple. She stared at him as the heavy tit fell from her mouth. Then she did this with the other tit. The three snickered as she tried to stick both tits in her mouth and just couldn’t make the monsters cooperate. Meanwhile Latrelle’s finger fucking had gone one digit to three. This was adding to the pleasure in a dirty way. She even spread her ass to get his fingers further in.
Doc swore loudly and shot his wad deep inside her. He clutched her face against her and the sounds of his orgasm broke her own dam. Connie let loose with a scream and a shriek. She came in an avalanche of ecstasy. She sucked his dick, joyful at lapping up semen wherever she could recover it.
Latrelle was jacking himself. He told her to kneel on the couch and stick her ass out. He got behind her and began fucking her. “Oh yeah, another big dick….” she smiled. Doc almost got hard already, watching their lewd kissing and Latrelle lifting and dropping her tits.
Latrelle’s right hand rubbed her clit delicately at first. He planted kisses on the back of her neck and her shoulders. Tantalizing her, his rock-hard flesh tube poked back and forth at her pussy lips. The R&B music pulsed against her knees and her elbows planted on the back of the couch. The afternoon was getting older. Her lover’s big dick burst into her cunt. She shouted her delight in a wicked, almost guttural cry. She implored him to ram it deep and hard. Her hefty buttocks rippled. Her bent-over frame made her derriere real big and luscious.
Doc got up to refill her vodka glass, smiling at the sound of her cries.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she turned and panted, “something I said?”
He came back to the couch, chuckling: “I’m right here baby.” He put the drinks on the table and she stared at him staring at her hanging breasts shaking. He reached in to grab one of her tits. He sat down next to them and she put her lips on his. He licked her lips, circling his tongue. She reached for his imposing cock, surprised at how her appetite for oversized male members was growing.
“We should go to the backyard,” Doc said, rubbing her clit while Latrelle spanked her bubble butt. “Come on, you sex fiends.” He opened the patio door and grabbed his Nikon camera.
Doc and Latrelle, two naked and erect guys, followed Connie, strutting in her high heels. They coveted her ass as it wiggled and shook. She turned to look back but pointed ahead of her. “This way?” She stopped at the patio entrance and bent over, shaking her big tits and grinding her ass in their direction.
The back yard was vast. Its patio boasted fine stone, not faux stone pavers. High end outdoor furniture adorned the space. A large swimming pool surprised Connie. And there was the tranquility that came with being the first and only occupied home in the whole subdivision.
Latrelle took her by the hand and Doc stood at her left. She raved about these sights. She slowly jacked the proud lances rubbing against her skin.
Latrelle faced her and began making out with her, then sucked on her tits. “Need that pussy,” he said calmly and then picked her up, and flipped her over so that her crotch was next to his tongue. Connie squealed: “Help!” Her hands grabbed on to his legs with one hand and his dick with the other. His arms enfolded around her ass and he licked and sucked on her twat. He bent his knees and rammed his dick against her face. He fucked her mouth while she played with his balls. Doc stood in front of his big-titted, inverted guest and worked his fingers into her rectum. This went on for about ten minutes.
Latrelle turned her right side up and holding her hips while she clung to his neck, banged away at her without restraint. “What the fuck!!!!” Connie laughed, then moaned intensely. Amazingly they copulated like this for a while, then Doc took over, Latrelle sitting and sipping his drink and jacking his manhood.
“Make her cum!” Latrelle yelled encouragingly after they had been going at it.
“Help me do that,” Doc said. He was full of perspiration.
Slowly Latrelle put down his libation and got up off the cushioned chaise lounge. Connie’s feet were on the patio stone, but only for a minute. Latrelle picked her up and lay her down on a large patio chair where he had been sitting. He adjusted the back and told her to turn over. She bent her knees and stuck her bottom out as far as she could, and shook her ass at him. Her cheeks rippled.
Doc handed Latrelle some lubricant. She felt fingers tickling, then exploring her butthole. “You’re going to get some heavy traffic in your fat ass,” Doc said, “when big boys like us get some of that booty, make sure you’re oiled up. Bad shit can occur without appropriate precautions.” He sounded almost like a proctologist.
Latrelle his dick against her asshole. She moaned approvingly and pushed her backside against him.
“You like it when men want to fuck your ass?” he said softly. Most of his cock’s head disappeared into her ass, then came out. He moved in and out of her over and over again, more each time.
“Wow,” she moaned. “I sure like how you’re opening up my ass. It’s been a long time since some guy put his cock in my asshole.”
“I’m breaking in your fat booty,” he said, thrilled at the feeling of her very snug rectum. He was teasing her with the head of his prick about halfway in and then went in about two more inches.
“My God!!” she yelled, “THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!” She reached back and spread her butt crack.
Latrelle patiently put more of him into her and when she was full of his fat snake he began fucking her. The only other time she had done this was fun, sort of.. Her partner the first time was not that large.
Doc was mesmerized by the sight of her ass twerking and hopping against his friend’s prick. They made quite a commotion. Connie’s squealing face was almost hidden in the cushion.
After ten minutes she felt a withdrawal of that man tube and then another entry. Doc wanted a piece of her ass and eagerly took over. He invaded her tenderly, at first, then began pumping her rectum with his king-sized jelly roll. He switched places with her on the chair and had her sit with her back to him. Her ass descended on his cock, her arms reaching behind. His large hands busily manhandled her tits. At her left side Latrelle fed his dick into her face. His arm extended to her pussy and he rubbed her clit with a back and forth motion. His fingers raced faster in time with Doc’s thrusting into her asshole.
Connie was crying out, flying high on layers of sexual pleasure. “Fuck!!!!” she shrieked, nearing another climax.
“You about to give it up?” Latrelle said, smiling at her ascent into orgasm. “She’s in big Afro dick land and loving it, ain’t that right Connie!”
Between intense panting she managed to exclaim, “I love this!!! I the way you fuck my ass!!!”
Doc whispered, “show us how much you love it. Show us how your asshole can’t get enough.”
She looked at Latrelle. “Fuck my cunt while he’s in my ass.” He laughed, disbelievingly.
Connie grabbed his dick. “DO IT!” she gasped.
He stood in front of them and worked his shwantz into her vagina, his hands on her shoulders. After a few minutes of this, with his fingers caressing her clitoris, Connie’s dam burst. She squirted pussy juice on Latrelle. She came almost violently, and Doc followed her, launching semen inside her rectum. As they embraced Latrelle fucked her some more.
“Come on my big tits,” she implored him. He pulled out and she jacked his mouth watering shaft. And then out it shot, strings landing on her tits and stomach.
“You better not cum on ME, fool,” Doc snickered.
They collapsed around the pool. They told her to keep the cum on her big knockers. Connie refreshed herself in the pool, parading around it for the men before she dived into it. Doc got refills of their drinks and with his camera took pictures of Connie in Latrelle’s lap, with close-ups of their deep kissing, and Latrelle sucking on her tits. Latrelle borrowed the Nikon and photographed Doc getting in the pool with Connie and fucking her from behind while she stood at the side, demanding that he fuck her harder and harder. She lay down on a cushioned chaise lounge by the pool. Latrelle and Doc took turns fucking her tits, then positioned her with her head over the edge to get fucked in the mouth.
She just had to stay until Sunday morning. She told Bill when he called that she wasn’t feeling well and had to get some sleep. “I’m turning my phone off.”
At various times during the night and early morning the two monster dicks helped themselves to her mouth, twat, and asshole, sometimes taking turns. Usually at the same time. They woke her by fucking her at the same time for over an hour, switching their big league Johnsons between her holes. Connie was 100% exhausted when she left.
By the time she got home, and after a long nap, she was ready for more.
Bill and she spoke Sunday afternoon. “Two things to tell,” he said, “my trip was cut short. I’m flying in tomorrow night. Number two, I have a new boss. You’re going to laugh when I tell you his name.”
She asked what it was and he shouted it out. “Harold Dyck. D-Y-C-K but it rhymes with ‘lick’. Seriously, that’s his name. And it’s pronounced like that. “
“Hairy dick. Imagine that. He should have changed it or he kept it that way on purpose!” Connie snickered. And a light went on in her head.
Her husband continued: “You’ll be happy to know you don’t have to pick me up at the airport. He lives south of us and will be driving his Lexus from the airport parking lot with me aboard. He’s moving back to the mother ship after running our office in Alexandria.”
They chatted about other things, but that name was reverberating inside her. He asked if she was feeling better and she said no. Connie said she couldn’t wait to see him tomorrow and they hung up.
She lunged at the lap top. I know this name! She went to her list. There he was, number eight. She couldn’t believe it.
One of her guys was Bill’s new boss.
It was weird. And tantalizing. Her information about Harold was that he was a tall, portly fellow around 50. Handsome, seemed like a take charge dude. A Facebook picture from last year showed him at a casino with a voluptuous young thing on his lap. “I love women, what can I say! ” was his posted message.
Connie lay in bed around 11, thinking of her intense weekend. She did not sleep well. She felt like she was in withdrawal from turning men on and them having their way with their unusually large genitalia. It was frustrating to toss and turn, to be without that excitement and electrifying pleasure. When she woke on Monday and through lunch she barely resisted the impulse to call Terry, or call Louie, or call Alex, or call Doc, or call Latrelle.
On Monday afternoon Bill called to say Harold Dyck and he were going to arrive at the airport around 6:30. He added: “Harry is going to be living in a corporate apartment until he finds a condo, but that apartment is being occupied by another manager for a few days. Are you – uh ---- open to his staying at our place in the bedroom in the basement this week? He hasn’t asked but I thought it would be politically beneficial to offer.”
Connie sighed, and said nothing, trying to conceal herself. Bill assumed she was ambivalent and he offered: “It would only be for a few days.”
“Well,” she said, keeping contained, “but just for a few days.”
At the BWI airport in Maryland, killing time before their flight, Bill sat with his new boss Harry Dyck over a beer. When Harry griped about his short-term housing situation Bill said: “We have a bedroom in our basement, fully furnished, your own restroom, and a workout room next to it. Why don’t you hang out with us until that apartment is vacant?”
Harry was reluctant to agree but thanked him for the gesture. He pictured Bill’s house as confining and his wife as some OK but boring suburban ding-a-ling who could not cook and talked too much. He would have to put up with her meals and her chatter for several days. “Let me think about it. I don’t want to impose.”
“You would not be imposing in any way shape or form,” Bill said. The PA announced the flight was loading and they hustled down to the gate.
By 6:30 Connie was at her vanity mirror, having showered and pampered herself with scented lotion over her entire skin. She had picked out a black half see-through lace GGG-cup bra that lifted and rounded her bust, a thin, red sleeveless sweater, with buttons half-way down the front, and jeans that took some effort to pack her buttocks into. Naughty makeup outlined and shadowed her eyes and she took care to bring out the glamour of her long eyelashes. Rouge went to the ideal spots on her cheeks. Long earrings added even more flash, and perfume on her neck and wrists suggested a hidden garden of carnal delights.
Finally the door from the garage opened and Bill and his boss stood at the foot of the stairs. Connie stood at the top in a pose, showing off her profile and leaning against the bannister. She held an open bottle of champagne in one hand and three long-stemmed glasses in the other.
“Welcome home, big boy,” she smiled at Bill.
Bill and his boss stared at the slow, dramatic steps that plopped Connie down to them and that did amazing things to her chest. Connie glowed with a bright smile and poured out the bubbly. She turned and bent over, setting the bottle on the last step.
Bill’s manager whistled and exclaimed: “Holy crap.” He dropped his stuff on the floor. She smiled: “Hi Boss!”
They toasted. She gave a long, snug hug to her spouse, and a steamy kiss. Bill was unprepared for his mouth getting invaded by his wife’s tongue. She made out with him in front of his boss for a while. Her husband at last laughed a bit nervously and introduced Harry. His boss said softly, “don’t stop now. That was hot. Keep going. Can I watch?”
“So this is Harry Dyck,” she said softly, looking him and down. He was several inches taller than Bill and although he was stocky, it all seemed to be muscles. The three of them gabbed a bit about the flight, the traffic, how boring the meeting was in Baltimore. The champagne went quickly.
Bill dashed to the restroom, saying: “We had a couple beers at the airport and nature calls.” He ran upstairs with his suitcase.
She emptied the bottle in her glass and Harry’s. Bill’s boss drooled over Bill’s wife. She had an aura of dangerous beauty. Her very large tits were something a guy saw once in a blue moon. Harry announced: “When I am privileged to be in the presence of a 100% goddess, I feel like bowing to her.” She laughed. “But for now put her there,” he took her hand and kissed it for the fifth time. “Harry Dyck, that’s me. I know, unconventional last name. I could have made it a long ‘I’ but it rhymes with ‘quick’. I am a Dyck and proud of it.”
“I love a guy who’s proud of his Dyck,” she said, then: “whoops, forget I said that. I meant you should be proud of your Dyck.” She laughed, covering her mouth with her hands. “I meant you should be proud of your last name, like if you were Harry Cock.”
His eyes could not avoid her body and she warmed up fast to his checking her out. “Looks like you’re digging yourself into your hole,” he laughed, staring at her and picking up his suitcase and suit bag. “Whoops, forget I said that, I meant you’re digging yourself into your holes.”
She stared at his crotch as she grinned. “Well, I’ll stay away from your Dyck and you stay away from my holes,” and then she covered her mouth and looked to the side, “there I go again. Big men like you get me flustered. Here I am just meeting Bill’s new boss and I’m talking about dicks and holes! Just ignore me for the rest of the evening.” He eagerly followed her up the stairs to the kitchen.
I’ve got to get some of that, Harry thought, eating up the sight of her body. He watched her plump and round posterior work its magic with each of her steps upward. I got to get a lot of that.
His bags stashed in the corner of the ****** room, Harry was all too happy to stand in the kitchen and chit chat with Connie. She asked about where he was from, how long he had been with the company. He said his father had actually help start the company.
When Bill stood in the bathroom urinating, he wondered about his wife’s sexy appearance and impulse to neck with him while Harry watched. A work-related phone call, then another, put him in the hallway while his boss and his wife had their playful banter.
“So your father was a big dick at the old company?” she said, giggling.
“I come from a long line of big dicks,” he smiled. He was sitting at the kitchen dinette table and feasting his eyes on Connie’s torso.
“….I guess that makes you a big dick, then,” she mumbled, her mouth half talking in a wine glass she had switched to for a fresh bottle of pinot noir.
He walked up to her and stood close. With an impish grin he said: “You are so annoying, with these dick references. Do I call you bra-buster or boulder-holder?”
She smiled back. “Oh you’re used to it. I bet you got all kinds of grief when you were a kid, before you became a big dick. Dickhead, little dick, dickwad.”
He grabbed her hand and held it. “Oh, another gallant hand kiss? You are so irritating!” she laughed.
“No, I’m going to read your palm,” he said quietly. She giggled mockingly. He caressed her hand with his fingers. “I am noticing this break in the mind line. When you were younger, you became a pain in the ass. Then….in high school, you grew into womanhood, and guys called you ‘melons’ and ‘big guns’. As you grew into even more womanhood in college, you became even more annoying.”
“You are so full of shit!” she laughed, pushing him away.
“I ought to pick you up and throw you on the couch!” he chuckled. “What a pain you are.”
About five minutes later Bill was off his phone calls and, following the sounds of laughter and snappy comments, joined them in the kitchen for snacks and wine.
“Bill, despite the fact that your wife is a source of constant annoyance, I am taking you up on your offer to me to stay here for a few days.”
“He’s such a dick,” Connie said, staring at Harry with a huge grin. Bill noticed her hand resting, then moving back and forth, on Harry’s arm.
“Keep her away from me,” Harry said with a mock expression of seriousness, “she’s so irritating. You can’t believe the abuse she’s giving me about my last name.” He turned to her and said softly: “Smartass.”
“He’s acting like a big dick,” Connie said, staring up at Harry, and smacking his shoulder several times. He lunged for her and she dodged him. He lunged again and caught her.
Bill masked his surprise at his wife’s references to body parts and their suggestive horseplay but assumed she was going along with banter his boss had initiated. So he laughed, “while I was on the phone I heard you two idiots busting each other’s chops.” Then: “Harry, that’s great that you can stay here. We are happy to have you.” He picked up Harry’s gear, and said: “Let’s get you settled in your man cave downstairs.” He started for the door to the basement when his cell rang again. He put the suitcase and overnight bag down, looked at his phone, and said to Harry: “It’s New York again. I gotta talk to them about that deal.”
“I’ll take him down,” Connie said, “it’ll be a pleasure to get him off the first floor. He’s a big pain in my ass. Let’s go dickhead.”
Connie grabbed the overnight bag and Harry the suitcase. When they arrived at the basement extra room her voice was soft and tender: “Here’s your bed, Mr. Big Dick.”
“You need a spanking, the way you harass your husband’s boss,” he said, standing close to her.
“If you don’t stop being a pain in my big ass,” she said, her eyes staring at his crotch, “I’m going to complain to Bill about how you keep checking out my tits and looking at me like you want to fuck me. So you better watch it, Mr. Eight Inch.”
He grabbed her and kissed her on the lips, delicately at first, then with an invasion of his tongue. He moaned when she reciprocated, her lips pushing into his, her sighs sending him into a release of pent-up excitement. His hands squeezed her breasts and her buttocks. She sat on the edge of his bed, her hands planted flat close behind her, thrusting her chest out. Connie grinned at the impact she was having, proud that her body brought on his lusty gaze at her body. She pulled off her sweater slowly.
“I’ve been aching to suck your cock since you walked in with Bill,” she said. Harry grunted and unzipped himself. She grabbed at his underwear, her growing addiction unleashed. The barriers of the last hour of formality and flirtation were fun but now she could get what she really needed. Only one look at the titanic cock that stood at attention, once unconfined, and Connie was getting wet. She fondled it, kissed it, licked it, and worshipped it. She undid her jeans and pulled them down to her thighs.
“Maybe this will shut you up, asshole,” he smiled, proud of his bigness and delighted at how enthralled she was with his massive flesh. He pressed himself into her face.
“If I suck your cock do you promise to stop staring at my tits?” she said, then swallowed him as far as she could.
Connie had been away from heaven for only a day plus and was happy to return. Her fingers marveled at his large testicles and the thickness of his member. Her tongue labored to flicker like a large, starving hummingbird over his prick. She hauled her tits out of her bra and up to Harry’s dick. He swore at the sight of them and rammed into them like a madman.
“Blow me and I’ll think about it,” he said. They heard Bill chattering away upstairs. After ten minutes of Harry’s massive Johnson stretching her mouth and throat Connie lay back on the bed and Harry, his pants down, straddled her, smacking his cock against her face and her bra-held monsters. The adulteress moved her bra straps so that the front of her bra pulled her tits together and his dick found its way underneath and into her now snug cleavage. Her bra held him between her tits. As he fucked her boobs he reached behind and explored her crotch. It was soaked.
“Aren’t you soaking wet,” he moaned. The feeling of her titflesh against his rod turned the anticipation and horny banter with his subordinate’s loose wife into a button push and after five minutes of breast fucking he shot several strings of semen against her chin and neck.
“You guys still insulting each other??” Bill called from the head of the stairs. Harry, without hurrying, sauntered into the bathroom off his sleeping quarters. Connie jumped up and wiped his sperm off of her with a pillow case and pulled her clothes together.
She yelled: “We were chatting! Be up in a sec. Should we order in?”
Bill appeared at the foot of the stairway. “Did you show him the workout room?” He stepped into the basement bedroom and saw his wife standing over the bed, spreading out the flat sheet. Her face was flushed. When she replied that she had not yet, he said: “Your face is red. Like you’re blushing. You OK?”
“Sure, I just got off the cross-trainer after an overdue mini-session. While he was lying down.”
She yelled through the bathroom door. “HEY DICKHEAD, WE’RE GOING UPSTAIRS!”
Bill heard his new boss’s jocular response: “BILL, YOU SEE WHAT I’M WORKING WITH HERE? MAKE SURE CONNIE EATS IN THE GARAGE!”
Bill was pleased, if somewhat puzzled, by the ball-busting exchanges. “See you upstairs. We’re ordering BBQ.” His boss yelled that that was great.
Dinner was relatively uneventful, with shop talk between Bill and Harry and a lot more wine for Connie. In a serious and almost apologetic tone Harry assigned some work for Bill that required burning the midnight oil and then getting up early to meet clients downtown for breakfast. Connie was in the kitchen dishing out ice cream for dessert. Harry joined her to help, sitting at the kitchen table as she stood near him scooping the gelato into bowls.
“Can’t this wait until Monday?” Bill asked from the ****** room. “I thought Campbell and his team were out of a pocket until then.”
Harry sounded sympathetic. “I feel you Bill, but it’s not Campbell I’m worrying about. We’re in a crunch with the testing phase. Sorry about the breakfast meeting. He texted me. I’ll meet you halfway….skip the stuff you would have to do tonight. Early to bed, early to rise. I’m working late on my laptop tonight and tomorrow morning sleeping in, if that’s okay with you folks.” As she heard Harry speak she felt his hands reaching between her buttocks and goosing her crotch buttocks. She writhed, her ass pushing against him. He stood and gave Bill’s wife an aggressively soulful kiss and his hands grabbed her tits.
“Are you sure?” Bill said. Harry said of course, it had been a long day.
The three enjoyed the ice cream, and with the alcohol ingested before and during dinner, conversation had gotten a little silly and non-linear. Connie and Harry were sitting on the couch and Bill in a chair. Bill noticed that the top two buttons of Connie’s sweater were undone. This meant a few more inches of cleavage and the effect was amazing and also worrisome. Connie was holding a loaded spoon for too long and spilled some melting ice cream on her red sweater.
“I’d help you with that but that’s Bill’s department,” Harry said, now having a great excuse to stare at her GGG cup knockers.
Connie looked down at the glob of chocolate swirl on her bosom. “Oh honey, I don’t know if I can take much more of these. Now I have ice cream on this special order bra.”
Bill had put his empty bowl on the table and ran to get a knife and damp dishtowel. “Take much more of these what?” he said, coming back to assist.
“Thank you Dear, but I have to change out of this anyway,” she looked down at her breasts and pulled the material of her sweater out from her body. “I mean I don’t know how much more I can take of these huge jugs. They keep getting bigger. I’m on my way to an H cup, for God’s sake.”
Not knowing what to say, her husband squirmed a bit in his chair, looking at Harry self-consciously. Connie walked into their bedroom and grabbed a light blue crop top with a lot of bare midriff, quickly changing out of the sweater and bra and slipping on the blue top over her ravishing body.
She continued her griping while doing so, then came back to the ****** room with a woeful expression on her face. “These are getting out of control. My tits are so big and heavy, Honey, and what happens when you knock me up and I get pregnant and I start lactating? I know you really go for my monster boobs. I get it. But be kind and merciful. My back does bother me. It’s already difficult enough to order bras for tits this huge. When they’re full of tit milk they’ll be insanely big.”
Bill started to say something to mollify her but she cut him off. “No, you don’t have to say anything. I just need to vent about this overly-endowed rack of mine. They’re almost as big as my ass, and that’s saying something.” She looked at his boss, who was faintly grinning at this monologue, and getting stiff. Bill noticed the intense staring at her body.
She turned to her couch mate with a sigh of resignation to her lot in life. “Sorry Harry, I don’t mean to emote about this, but enough is enough. I guess I just want some appreciation for what it’s like to have these big, fat, heavy tits. I have to get custom made and all my tops are so fucking small on me. I have people staring at them all the time and they just seem to get bigger and bigger. I know guys really get hard just looking at them, and they stare at me like they want to fuck my brains out.”
Connie got a buzz from this display. Bill was bewildered. Harry was hard as a rock. What a trip to discuss her body with Bill with his new boss watching. She found that throwing her sex out there was gratifying and exciting, icing on the cake of secretly fucking guys on the List.
Bill thought she was talking like this with Harry right there on the couch next to her to get Bill in the mood for some overdue love making.
“Bill,” Harry said, “be thankful you have a hot wife whose complaint is that her boobs are way too huge. You are one fortunate son of a bitch.” With his arm stretched behind her, he ogled her and said slowly: “What you and I could do with a large tub of chocolate ice cream.” He laughed: “Bill, just kidding! But let me know if you ever want some help with ice cream spills on bras! Just kidding again!”
She got up from the couch and turned toward Harry, the leaned down. Her breasts hung free in her blue crop top and she shook and shook some more. “See how swollen they are, see what I mean? How would you guys like to have these Triple G mammary glands causing you back discomfort?” Then reaching down to the table: “Can I take your cream, I mean ice cream?” she asked. Still facing him she turned her head toward Bill: “How about you Honey? Are you done too?” She turned and bent over excessively to grab his dish and she stuck her hips out while she lingered for a long kiss with her husband.
She blocked Bill’s view of Harry fondling her ass.
“I guess we better get to bed,” Bill said to Harry. “So tomorrow are you setting a late alarm and checking out your housing situation now that you’re staying here?” His boss said yes and Bill said: “Ok, maybe I’ll see you at some point at the office.”
Bill was so insistent that she join him that Connie barely could get a couple long kisses with Harry before she went upstairs for the night. Bill asked his wife about her complaints during dessert. “That was a surprise,” Bill said, “I never heard you talk like that. It was weird, but arousing.”
She grinned. “I thought you might get a charge out of that. Looks like your boss did too. Don’t worry about him, honey, I’ve got him under control.”
Meanwhile Harry lay in his basement sack, suffocating under sexual frustration. Connie did not sleep well. Her physical wants could only be satisfied through a lot of cock. Sex with her husband that night was mechanical, obligatory.
Harry awoke around 9, showering. As he dressed he heard a knock and at his door stood Connie in a long apron. “Breakfast is ready, sleepy head. Stop being an annoying person and come on upstairs.” He handed him a cup of hot coffee and closed his door.
His mind focused on only her. Bill better have left already. He’s an obstacle.
Harry entered the kitchen. Connie’s red apron half covered a white tube top and her thighs. Her tits looked real big. She was leaning against the kitchen counter and pointed to the dinette table, where fresh fruit and a covered dish of scrambled eggs sat. He was ready to jump her and asked if Bill was still around. High heels made her that much more delectable.
“Oh, Bill’s gone,” she said, then turned toward the sink, her back to Harry. She was wearing nothing from the waist down. Her smooth, fat, bare ass was very much “there”. She looked back at him through the golden bang adorning her brow. “Hungry?” she said softly.
“Oh Shit,” he said, standing and staring and salivating. He unzipped his pants and began jacking his nine-inch miracle of male nature. She spread her cheeks. An emerald colored butt plug winked at him.
“So he’s gone until dinner and you can fuck all my holes as much as you want, Big Dick,” she cooed, bending wickedly and sticking her butt out.
Harry walked toward her. With feigned disappointment he sighed: “I was hoping to catch him before he left, just to thank him again for this generous hospitality.” He shook his head with disbelief as she shucked her apron and pulled the tube top down to her navel. Her breasts bulged to the sides of her well tanned back.
“Why don’t you call him on your cell while I do these dishes?” she turned and pulled his mouth against her open lips. “I know he would appreciate it.” She fondled his dick while they kissed with abandon. Connie moaned with pleasure as her fingers explored his balls.
“Being a boss that comes into a brand new department requires sensitivity to the needs of my new subordinates,” Harry said squeezing her impossible to overlook tits, “I like your idea of calling Bill.” He pulled a tit to her mouth and fed it to her, then him.
His hands excitedly kneaded her ass cheeks. “And you two are OK with me staying here? Won’t I just be in the way?”
She turned to face the window and ground her buttocks against him. “We’re happy to have you. It was Bill’s idea. Once I saw that big dick of yours, I told him, sure, let’s make Harry feel at home.”
She held on to the sink and held her breath as Harry placed his cell phone on the counter. It was on speaker and ringing Bill. Harry’s cock entered her wet snatch and she whimpered with carnal delight. As Bill and his boss chatted Connie moaned. Large masculine hands pulled and played with her pendulous tits. A thick tube of hard passion that she had waited for impatiently was helping itself to her pussy.
Harry panted, his pent-up lust finally penetrating her. “The main reason I called was to thank you again for taking me in. You’re a good man and Connie is an angel.”
Bill said it was their pleasure, then: “Sounds like you’re in the workout room downstairs.”
“Your Mrs. guilted me into it. She’s on the cross trainer and I’m doing free weights.” She felt Bill’s boss taking over her body, all the way in. His fingers played with her clit. This wicked dialogue while they fornicated made Connie 200% horny.
She bent over more, spreading her ass cheeks as wide as she could. Harry played with her butt plug, moving it in and out in tempo with his fucking. Connie rubbed her pussy.
Bill excused himself. “Got another call, I’ll get rid of it, don’t go away. I have a thought about that new app for our new account in Minneapolis.” The phone went silent. Connie gripped his horse dick with her loins and hoarsely said: “Fuck my ass. I want you in my asshole. Then cum on my tits.”
Connie’s shameless promiscuity turned up his thermostat. He pulled out of her cunt, popped the plug out of her anus, and slowly but intently invaded her rectum. Once inside her he forged ahead and she screamed with delight. He turned off his phone and harangued her.
“You are one dirty girl, fucking your husband’s boss like this. You’re just a big-titted whore. You like that dick in your ass? You like how I feel in your asshole? I can tell you enjoy getting fucked by other guys.” With every word she heard she moaned “yes!” or “fuck yeah!”.
“I’m going to fuck you all morning and all afternoon!” he growled. She was in heaven as he plowed away at her slutty ass. Then he told her to face him on her knees and he jacked his cock furiously, shooting jizz all over her GGG jugs. Harry got Bill back on the phone. Connie rubbed her tits all over his still turgid dick. His libido was already refreshing itself as Connie pulled each tit to her face and ran her nasty tongue over the cream-frosted flesh.
For five minutes Harry talked with Bill on the speaker as Bill’s wife worshipped the cock before her and squeezed her tits around it.
For the rest of the day Connie enjoyed her husband’s horny, giant-sized boss. They fucked in the master bedroom. They fucked in the ****** room, on the couch. He fucked her in the ass in the upstairs hallway and took pictures and videos of her fat cheeks rippling beneath him. In between these various copulations she was feeding him her big tits, or sucking his dick and balls, or licking his butt, and in between invading his mouth with her insatiable tongue.
And knowing that he was moving out after a few days, she consulted the List to track down the guys she hadn’t done yet. And then after discovering them she would start over, first with Terry, then Louie, then Alex, and then the double penetration paradise of Doc and Latrelle, and then on to Harry, and then, who knows!
Bill was at his office, going through and deleting stale or worthless incoming text messages on his phone. He came across one from Connie from from two weeks back that he had overlooked. He had to read it a couple times to figure it out. It was sent just before she called him about her night out with the girls.
“have a nice two weeks in Hawaii Zoe, I hate you .”
She had misdirected her text message. It had gone to him but was supposed to go to her new friend. But how, he mused, could Connie be hanging out in Denver at various times afterwards with someone who was in the Hawaiian Islands?
The End
