“Big,” she said into the darkness and Kay made a little gasping sound in reply.
Mary laughed, sure of herself now, and ran her hand up and down Caleb’s sizable length, pulling his pants down a bit and cupping his balls, tugging his clothing aside to let Kay see. “Big,” she said again and giggled once more, reaching behind her for the catch of her bra, letting it slither off and her huge tits tumble out, acres of Arctic white skin with hints of fine blue veins, the dark sepia-brown nipples erect and stiff as candy canes.
Up close and almost naked she smelt of arousal and fresh sweat, and Caleb could see that there were circles of tiny golden hairs around each chocolaty areola, and he desperately wanted to kiss and suck each huge mammary in turn before burying his face in the hot sweet jungle of her bush. And, oh, that bush. Once, when he was on the cusp of pubescence, his mother’s best friend had stayed with them for a few weeks during her divorce and he’d inadvertently walked in on her in the bathroom one day. She, standing naked by the steam-caressed glass of the shower cubicle, towel drying her hair, her skin pink and glowing from the hot water, breasts long and pendulous, a half smile on her face as she beheld him frozen in the doorway, her cunt a huge triangle of lush animal fur. It had forever defined femaleness for him, and right now he wanted to rip Mary’s tiny panties down in one passionate jerk and then luxuriate in that soft silky pelt.
“I think our boy’s ready for some serious action, Mary,” Kay voice floated out of the hot dark, but Caleb could detect the breathless arousal beneath her cynicism and his cock strained to make another inch as Mary deftly stripped him naked and then turned to face him so that he could slide her underpants down, her large hairy pussy a private view for him alone while the others feasted their eyes on the huge lunar-white expanse of her ass.
“Lick her out, make her squeal,” Jeff’s voice called from the gloom, and there was a certain breathlessness to his tone that made the other two quite sure that Kay had already taken out his big knobbly salami of a cock and was squeezing it while they watched. Maybe even permitting a stealthy hand inside her own panties and, at that moment, getting her big stiff clit expertly stroked. Caleb hoped she was. The idea of it excited him beyond belief.
Right now though Mary had other more pressing demands, and she pushed him down onto the soft plush upholstery of the sofa and loomed over him, her fat furry cunt up level with his face, impatient for his ministrations. “Lick me,” she moaned, and up close he could see that there was layer upon layer of fleshy cerise labia that protruded lazily from her deep, deep slit, her pussy like a waxy pink orchid, dripping with nectar. And, oh, she tasted so good. Like fresh shrimp mixed with pomegranate juice, thick and syrupy like the oddly aromatic cold drinks that they sold in the street bazaar beyond the compound. Like the sweet maraschino syrup they drizzled over ice creams when his mother took him to the drug store after their matinee sessions at the movie theatre.
And Mary was pushing firmly against him now, first holding his head hard against her bulk, then leaning back to put her fingers in her crack and stretch herself open for him, exposing her inner lips and bare clit, red and fiery, throbbing with desire. Then it was back to pushing him into her, suffocating him as he tried to eat her up completely, the two of them one being hell bent on satisfaction.
And he felt her climax before he heard her screams, his hands like claws in the soft luxuriant flesh of her butt as he brought her up to the cliff edge and then pitched her over, her large body trembling with seismic heaves as she came again and again, her pussy pumping out what felt like gallon after gallon of hot thick spendings all over his face.
“Take me, take me hard between the tits, so Kay can see, make her come,” she gasped, reduced to a few monosyllabic grunts as she knelt before him, taking his cock quickly in her mouth to lubricate it then cupping and lifting up her huge breasts, nipples like ramrods, placing him gently in the soft crevice she had just created, urging him to fuck her hard. And it didn’t take him long, not long at all. He heard Kay’s low guttural moans, heard Mary urging him on, and then, like some detached celestial being, he saw himself as he shot his load, as if his body were a mass of tumblers which had suddenly come into alignment and opened the floodgates of his desire, and before he knew what had hit him he was thrusting like a mad thing, his come shooting out of him in white gelatinous dollops, soaking Mary’s gigantic tits like something out of an old bukaki movie as he came and came and came...
***
He was still coming in hot dry heaves, his semen spent but his cock still thrusting, phantom ejaculations trying to shoot out of him as he came again and again and again. He had heard Kay McKay coming in the dark as he squirted pint after pint of hot cloudy jism all over the fat girl’s massive tits, heard Jeff yell in unison as an unseen hand manipulated him to climax, his own scalding pearljam shooting up into the hot night air, hopefully soaking the perky little tits of the woman he was holding. Mary groaning beneath him.
“She needs me for a little now,” Kay’s voice whispered softly in his ear as she crossed the room on soundless feet and gently lifted him away from the hot nest of Mary’s fat tits, his still-hard cock slowly detaching itself and coming away, a slippery spider’s rope of semen still connecting them for a moment and then snapping, falling back in a haphazard coil on those delicious brown-tipped bosoms. Then Kay, who had lost her clothes at some time while he had been eating Mary’s delicious cunt, swooped down on her lover like a carnivorous snow bird and began to lick his come up from the fat girls titanic breasts in an almost vampiric feeding frenzy, one free hand seeking out Mary’s big hairy pussy and sliding a finger confidently inside.
“She comes like greased velvet,” Jeff said from behind him, his hand snaking round to grip Caleb’s still-hard cock in the way that he liked. “I want to fuck her so bad but she says no, she’s keeping that for you, wants to see me inside Mary’s pussy and making her come...”
Caleb let out a gasp as he reached behind him for the familiar hardness of Jeff’s cock, feeling the wetness from his friend’s recent ejaculation and wanting to lick his fingers but unwilling to let go of Jeff’s stiffness even for a moment. “Will you be able to climax again if I bring you off as they come?” he asked, his heart pounding and his chest bursting as they watched Kay masturbating Mary with deep and savage thrusts, not gently circling the clit like girls were supposed to do together but shoving in hard and deep with no-nonsense one and two finger plunges.
“Does a bear dump in the wood?” Jeff asked in reply, pushing his monster cock hard against Caleb’s butt cheek. “Fuck, I want to be inside you...”
Then suddenly there was yell from the sofa as Mary came, her whole body heaving with pleasure as Kay brought her to orgasm time and time again, practically fisting her as she shoved in hard, in and out, in and out, Mary’s hot hairy cunt squirting come, the girl yelling like a soul in torment. Or in bliss. Caleb didn’t really think that there was a way to tell the difference.
“Fuck me, fuck me now,” he whispered to Jeff. “Lay me face down on the sofa beside them and go up me, fuck me long and hard while they watch...”
“You’re sure you want to do this now?” Jeff asked, trying to sound measured, but the excitement in his voice betraying him, his suddenly yellow eyes wolfish and hungry. Oh, yes, Red Riding Hood, what a big cock I have indeed...
Kay McKay had heard them, and turned now to face them, two nimble fingers sliding elegantly out of Mary’s hot and slippery slit, her smile encouraging. “Yes, of course he’s sure,” she coaxed, eyeing Caleb’s frankly obscene erection. “He doesn’t make rash decisions, always knows what he wants.” And, splayed on the sofa cushions beside Mary’s whale-like nakedness, an obsessed Ahab pulsating with desire by the spent body of Moby Dick, she parted her comely thighs to let him see, her normally tight little slit yawing open like a hungry mouth to reveal a symphony of pinks and red within. Strawberry Swirl. Raspberry Coulis. Pomegranate Parfait.
And he wanted to plunge his tongue st
raight in to that banquet, sample her palette of epicurean delights like a debauched gourmet, savour her clit like a vintage Madera, map every contour of her sticky pink oyster with his tongue. But not now. Not yet.
And so he lay down in the softness of the velvets and silks, pressed his aching hard-on into the plush nest of oriental fabrics and felt Jeff’s weight descend upon him, felt Kay’s hand interceding, guiding him inside, thought he was about to be rent asunder as he felt the girth of Jeff’s huge cock inside him, thick and hard, uncompromising, much bigger than a finger. Then he felt the hugeness inside him push deeper, harder, and he let out a groan, a cry, a yell, as every sensation he had ever previously experienced paled into insignificance as he felt himself pounded from the rear, felt as if he had been invaded and his whole body turned inside out. Jeff’s mouth on his neck, kissing, biting. Kay McKay kissing him too. Kissing Jeff. Mary Marshall groaning out loud as she rubbed frantically at her own cunt...
And then Jeff was coming inside him, crying out like a hilltop jackal, a horror movie werewolf covered in jizz instead of blood, ploughing in deep, deep, deep inside him. And he knew that he was coming, pumping semen all over the sofa cushions, but he didn’t care. Wasn’t capable of caring as Jeff slumped down on him, cock still embedded, whispering I love you. And then he remembered nothing.
***
There had been more sex, lots more sex, though he remembered little of it now, other than a blurry tangle of flesh and the fat woman’s insatiable appetites. What he did clearly remember, though, was waking with a start in the small hours, the room silent save for the sounds of breathing and a low aria of cicadas outside. He could make out the somnambulant form of Mary, her big body like a becalmed iceberg as she slept, Jeff beside her, an arm flung carelessly around her bulk, both of them dead to the moonlit world around them.
“Are you awake too?” Kay McKay’s voice was the barest whisper, a moth wing’s caress on the velvet coolness of the desert night. “Can I come in with you?”
He tried to answer but felt her glide under the throw he must have covered himself with during the night instead, felt the cool of her skin against his, making him shiver slightly as if a carelessly dropped chiffon scarf had stroked his flesh. Then, abruptly, they were kissing. Not the hot hungry kisses of earlier this evening but slow, unhurried, lovers’ kisses, soft but firm, burning with a measured fire that would be difficult to quench.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, rolling him on top of her and guiding his cock with a gentle hand, taking him inside her slowly, measurably, inch by inch, like they were old lovers well-familiar with each other’s likes and dislikes, their love making - and it was, indeed, that - confident and assured. His hands on her body in slow lazy strokes, playing her like a cello, her appreciative pants and groans a sweet sonata to their shared ecstasy. And her kisses were deep and meaningful, her mouth sweet as she explored him with her tongue, her hands on his butt regulating his movements so that he stayed in perfect harmony with her own, his rhythm protracted and steady, driving her slowly wild as he pushed deeper and deeper into her, her long white legs encircling his as she pulled him into herself, thrust after slow sensual thrust.
Then she made a small moan and he rolled off her, amazed at how huge his own cock was in the brief glimpse he had of it in the moonlight, then he lay on his side and entered her again, scissors style, quickly picking up his previous rhythm as he reached a hand out and began to stroke her clit, but she stopped him gently, preferring to do it herself, and he fell back, lazily watching her play with herself as he fucked her, as if they’d already done it a thousand times before, knowing exactly when she would start to come, keeping his speed in check for the final thrust, everything measured so that they would come perfectly in sync with each other. Which they did. Beautifully, agonisingly, ecstatically and in delicate slow motion with a celestial choir in the background singing the Halleluiah Chorus...
***
She nestled into the crook of his arm when they finally unpeeled themselves, her body soft and boneless, like a worn-out child being put to bed by its parent. Kissed him softly on the chest as she settled, as though to sleep, and he too was about to let go and fall into slumber when she spoke.
“Your boy, what he did to you tonight, that was the first time?”
He nodded, yes. Though it seemed like a million years before and in another world.
“And you’ve been sleeping together how long? A month, two?”
“About that...”
She laughed sleepily, her head very heavy. “He’s a bad idea,” she whispered. “Don’t fall in love with him. He’ll break your heart...”
“What do you mean?” he whispered back, but she was already asleep, her breathing deep and regular, and he knew he would get no more from her. Tonight or ever.
3
“And what happened?” she asked, her body moulded to the side of his, her pussy as wet as she knew his cock was stiff.
“I fell in love with him and he broke my heart.”
“And?”
“And I vowed never to fall in love with anyone ever again. And I never have.”
“Not even me?” she asked in a small voice, though she already knew the answer.
She felt him smile. “I married you for your money and your hot ass,” he said casually, making it sound flippant although it was the truth.
“I’ll make you love me eventually,” she whispered through gritted teeth, determined not to let him see her hurt, running her hand down his body till she reached his cock, still as smooth and hard as it had been when he was young, and squeezing it cruelly. “I’ll wear you down until you confess!”
“Yeah?” he smiled, lying on his back as she threw the bed clothes to the floor and straddled him, ignoring his huge erection and pushing her pussy into his face, her white-blonde bush almost invisible in this light, making her slit look bare, the hair so silky that all her lovers had been desperate to rub their faces in it. And Caleb was no exception.
“Get to work,” she whispered mischievously though her heart was breaking, for she really, truly, loved this cautious man who kept his emotions locked carefully away in some inner iron box, all his feelings vigilantly concealed behind the bird’s-egg-blue of those beautiful sad eyes. “Do to me what you did to them.”
And she heard him utter a little laugh, felt him kiss her cunt with a tenderness she seldom saw him display, and then he was inside her and his tongue had found her clit and she was lost, knew that she would let him do anything he wanted to her and enjoy it, never ever get him to say the words she desperately needed to hear.
And such was her lot, though she lived in hope...
The Halloween Witch
1
Her friends all said that it was an odd way to spend Halloween, but Nicola was quite happy to forsake the customary evening spent barricaded against sugar-fuelled children battering down her front door. And, regardless of what the girls at the theatre all said, there was a genuine sisterly warmth amongst the women who made up her Coven and she was really looking forward to her first pilgrimage to Devil’s Woods in preparation for the annual October Festival of Fecundity.
And this wonderful adventure had all started just one short year ago, on an October night just like this one, when the sky was a voluptuous pumpkin orange and the spires of the town stood silhouetted like sharp bible-black cut paper structures. A perfect Halloween, in fact, with a huge yellow moon rising up over the harbour and the cobbled streets echoing to the sound of happy children’s voice as they ran from door to door in their garish costumes, chubby faces white with skeletal make-up, hands sticky and breath sweet with the scents of red liquorice and sherbet dip-dabs.
And Nicola had been walking on air. Dressed up to the nines and going to meet Reece. Her very own Reece, with his vampiric blue-black shock of raven hair and sharp widow’s peak, firm chin and piercing eyes like blue lapis that could smoulder on demand. It was no wonder that the matinees were always packed with mesmerised middle-a
ged women when he performed, and even the normally caustic drama critic at the Penzance Herald was quite generous towards his - in truth - mediocre performances.
The other actors all bitched about him behind his back, of course, and there were even rumours that an eminent director had refused to work with him after one arduous rehearsal too many, but he always put plenty of matronly bottoms onto seats and an insecure management in a hard world of rising costs and falling grant funding had no intention of getting rid of their one and only cash cow.
And, of course, it was always a source of wonderment amongst the old queens at the Penzance Warehouse that the much sought-after Reece La Page should have set his cap at such a lowly wardrobe mistress, and, in the early days of their relationship, the naysayers ran books almost daily as to how long this particular tête-à-tête was likely to last, though, after nearly three months, even the most hardened cynics were scratching their heads and getting ready to admit that it might, in fact, really be love. (Though, in truth, anyone who had seen the said Don Juan in front of a mirror would have said that there was only one love in Reece’s life - and he was looking right at it!)
But all this was far from Nicola’s mind as she ran to meet him that crisp Halloween night, the pair of them enjoying a rare evening of freedom from the theatre and decamping to The Pirate’s Cove, a cosy little restaurant in a narrow side street just by the seafront, where - if we’re being honest - she was rather hoping that he might just pop the question. And he certainly seemed to be excited about something when they met, taking her in his arms and holding her close, the good news inside him bursting to get out, and they had hardly made a start on their entrées when he told her what had happened. A big-time London agent had contacted him and he’d read for a part in a popular TV soap opera, and the said agent - a voluptuous, rather over-made-up redhead of uncertain years - had telephoned this afternoon with the news that the network were happy with him and he was going to Ealing Studios in two weeks to start shooting straight away.
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