Sam Stone - Turned on wife

"That's going to do the trick," Cleo croaked. "I'm almost ready to come! It won't be long now! Keep eating, doll! Wriggle that sweet tongue of yours and shake this cunt of mine right out of its tree! Go, doll, go!"

Kitten smiled against the oozing cunt-hole her writhing tongue impaled… and continued to lick and slurp at the honey flowing from it. Speedily. Expertly. Ravenously. Until Cleo Brill tensed, groaned, exploded with a generous load of twat-honey.

Kitten kept eating the woman's melting cunt.

Cleo climaxed for the second time, then the third… and then fainted.

Kitten removed her tongue from Cleo's quim and slipped out of bed. She was fully dressed again by the time the woman opened her eyes and said thickly, "You really did me up brown, doll. I've never fainted before."

"I got carried away. I hope I didn't hurt you."

"You didn't," Cleo laughed as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, tits heaving wildly. "You sucked more juice out of my tush than I like to have sucked out of it at one time, but you didn't hurt me." She laughed again. "Do you know how long it's been since another woman put the mouth and tongue to me? Over six months." She shuddered. "Jesus, nobody should ever have to suffer that long… for anything."

"Six months isn't so bad," Kitten said, thinking back. "I went a little over nineteen years before I found out what I was missing." Her face clouded. "For a while I thought this whole business of sex was a bad joke, especially after Dan came home and plucked my cherry. Talk about suffering – those two times he fucked me were just plain brutal! I suppose I'm to blame. I couldn't relax… or respond." She grimaced. "Thinking about my mother didn't help matters any, either." She shook her head. "Talk about a crazy, mixed-up kid! But no more. From now on I'm going to be the wildest bitch Dan ever saw."

"You already are," Cleo smiled, then shifted the subject. "How about going into the living room and mixing something to drink while I climb into my clothes?"

Kitten glanced towards the window and shook her head. "It's getting late, so if you don't mind, I think I'll take a rain check." A hint of amusement glinted in her eyes. "I've got to go home and get dressed for a wild party."

Cleo's eyebrows arched. "Monique's?"

Kitten nodded. "My first time. Will you be there?"

"With bells on."

Kitten reached out and touched Cleo's naked jugs. "You'd better wear more than that, hon, or you might get arrested for indecent exposure before you get there."

Cleo exploded with laughter.

The party was in high gear when Kitten arrived at the Dubois' house. She knew these bashes always ended up as orgies, so she was only mildly surprised when she passed through the garden and discovered a local real-estate salesman pounding the prick to a woman who definitely was not his wife.

"Fuck away, folks," Kitten whispered as she passed by unnoticed. "It's the only way to fly."

Nobody waited to greet her at the door. Kitten entered the fourteen-room house and moved with the liquidness of youth towards the sound of loud voices, matching music, laughter and ice cubes rattling against crystal glasses. Her eyes prowled among the costumed guests, and picked out Monique Dubois. The slender, silver-haired woman was dressed as Little Red Riding Hood, and judging by the way her tits were heaving, she was anxious for some Big Bad Wolf to come along and eat her up.

Kitten's glance shifted towards the portable stage Monique had brought in for the occasion and wondered who was in charge of the entertainment committee. One of the girls who pushed drinks at Cleo Brill's palace was doing a strip to some bad music being rendered by a combo that couldn't play for shit, and the girl herself offered nothing to compensate for it. Somebody dressed as a court jester nudged a drink into her hand. She sampled it and lost interest in the clumsy stripper. She downed her drink in three swallows and went off in search of Max Markie.

He wasn't hard to pick out of the crowd; he was the only pirate on the premises. She found him out on the moon bathed patio, getting his cock sucked by a girl wearing white boots, a white leather vest and a cowboy hat, nothing more. Long-nippled tits swung loosely and the hat danced on the girl's back from its string as she gripped Max's colossal cock with both hands and sucked on the knob that filled her mouth. A shiver sliced through Kitten as she envisioned the girl's tongue caressing Max's knob, tasting his pre-cum, and a clock tick later her own quim began to moisten.

"Damn," Kitten said to herself, "A few minutes of this crap and I'll be ready for anything. I'm so hot right now I could straddle a cucumber."

She giggled.

And kept staring at the girl who was sucking Max Markie's big cock.

Another giggle seeped past Kitten's lips as she watched Max grab the girl's ears, cram more of his meat inside her mouth, rasp, "Start swallowing, baby, I'm getting ready to squirt. Christ, am I ever ready! Look out, tonsils, here I come!"

Kitten waited until the girl ate Max's sperm and removed his whang from his mouth, and then she moved off to see what else she could see. She wandered into a room that contained a fireplace, and found it occupied. An Amazonian blonde was down on the white bearskin rug in front of the crackling log fire, naked as a jaybird. She was resting on her right hip. Big, solid, she was the epitome of every whore in the world. The voluptuous blonde wasn't alone on the bearskin rug. Gil Savage was stretched out behind her with his cock crammed in her ass. Kitten stood in the doorway and watched them have at it. The blonde was grunting and grinding, and as Kitten watched Gil's huge dong saw in and out of the woman's asshole, she remembered the reaming he had given hers last night, and readily understood why this woman grunted each time he rammed it into her butt hole. Like Jason Dubois and Max Markie, Gil Savage was hung like a fucking horse.

Gil shifted position suddenly, turned the woman over on her belly, his cock still buried in her shitter. Kitten watched the blonde's tits flatten against the bearskin rug, heard her say, "Easy, Gil, easy."

Gil didn't seem to hear her. He gripped her hunching hips as he continued to pour the prick to her asshole. His cock backed out, then shot in again and again, and with each inward thrust the Junoesque blonde belched air and humped her hips faster, until Gil locked his whang deep in her asshole and filled it with his jizz.

"Jesus fucking Christ," the blonde panted, "your cock juice is hot as hell!"

"You like it, you tight-holed bitch," Gil growled. "You always like it."

"You're so right," the blonde laughed. "I love the feel of your cum flushing my guts. I always did, I always will."

Kitten shook unobserved and watched Gil's fuck-juice run out of the blonde's butthole, and sight of the sperm increased the heat she was feeling in her cunt. She waited until he removed his prick from the girl's shitter and then she tiptoed away from them. She passed another couple in the hallway as she moved towards the main body of the party, but she wasn't interested in watching an ancient local heiress go through the motions of jacking off the young gigolo she had rented from the mainland for the night.

She entered the guest-crowded room and started angling towards the food-and drink-burdened table to get herself a fresh glass of booze. She was almost within reaching distance when a member of the party, dressed as a clown, walked up to her and said, "Good evening, lady rabbit." It was Jason Dubois.

"Who snitched?" Kitten asked on the heel of a soft laugh. "Did Max tell you about my coming here in a bunny outfit?"

"He didn't have to," Jason said as he filled her hand with a drink, then steered her towards the back of the house. "Those tits of yours gave you away. There isn't another pair like them on Starfish Island." He stopped in front of a door, turned the knob, pushed inward. "Here we are, young lady."