Is She or Isn’t She? Part Thirty Two

Copyright Deni Wom 2005

The taller woman walked to where Staci was being pleasured so perfectly and looked down at her. With growing lust she leaned over and kissed her deeply. Staci was so far gone that she mindlessly opened her mouth accepting any tongue that probed her. They kissed fervently, their tongues caressing the others, each tracing soft succulent lips with soft indulgence. The woman’s hand went to Staci’s naked shimmering sweat coated breasts, her white skin blending with the milkiness of Staci’s own white jigglings as she was so deeply pounded by the men enjoying her welcoming body.

When the next trick had disgorged his substantial gift of viscous milk into Staci’s involuntarily contracting cum filled warren, the woman walked around between Staci’s thighs, then knelt to pay homage to her womanhood with her painted mouth. There was so much sperm leaking from inside Staci by now that it was flowing out of her in clingy curds. It had coated her anal opening thoroughly, then dripped into a deepening white puddle on the floor below. The woman was surprised that no one had yet used Staci’s bottom, but knew from experience it would not be long before that orifice would also gap as widely open and flowed as heavily as her once small pussy was now. Staci’s overpowering orgasm did not even slow as the woman’s tongue continued to stimulate her overfed sex. Staci’s voice had become a long continuous growling mewl of lust, her body thrashing in one continuous mindless orgasm.

The smaller woman that had arrived just before Staci had been first taken, raised the taller woman’s dress and caressed her smooth buttocks. As her soft finger tips caressed her, she felt something hard protruding from the anal opening of the taller woman. Stooping, she could see that the woman’s opening was chock-a-block plugged with a thick circular piece of black plastic. Oddly, there were long strands of hair hanging from the plug. The strands hung to about mid-thigh on the tall woman. Tugging slightly on the strands, the shorter woman could see the taller woman’s pucker clench as if to maintain its large and welcome penetration.

The taller woman began groaning softly as she orally serviced Staci with copiously deep lashings of her long tongue. The shorter woman reached up under the taller woman and gently squeezed her smallish shapely breasts, then unbuttoned her top allowing her breasts to hang free, in view of the men as she delighted in consuming the deposited spunk. Tugging the thickened hard nipples that hung free in view of everyone, the shorter woman shook them gently, causing their attached breasts to shimmy and shake sublimely in the spot lights. The groans of the taller woman became loader and soon she began to writhe in a pussy humping orgasm as well. Staci and the taller woman held onto each other as they now both climaxed over and over until they could no longer stand the erotic pressure and passed out in each other’s arms.

The King watched the girl-girl play as he slowly stroked his monstrous black cock. Then, as the taller woman lay passed out the on top of Wendell’s little white whore, the King walked over and in one stroke, drove his monstrous rigid cannon deep onto the taller woman’s sopping wet available breach. Picking her up by her hips, he fucked her viciously until suddenly he went rigid, spasming huge dollops of cum deep inside her vagina. The shorter woman watched as The King’s huge testicles clenched and writhed. Soon sperm began to seep from the confines of the woman’s stretched pussy lips. Still the King’s balls clenched, forcing even more cum up his long thick cock and out his huge cock head buried deep inside the woman.

The shorter woman reached under his cock and cupped her hand, catching the seeping, escaping white crème. Then, leaning forward, she rubbed the sperm onto the taller woman’s perky exposed breasts. As she did, she grasped the thick gold rings that ran through the nipples of the woman. She tugged them gently as she looked at the King while he watch her intimate touching of the woman he had just so grandly used.

“You like my wife’s body Little One?” The King asked.

Little One looked into the King’s eyes and smiled. She nodded her head vigorously, then bent to kiss the woman’s soft sensuous lips that were half open.

“You be wanting this cock a mine in ya Little One? . . . . Still got a good’n in it yet ya know!”

The small woman shook her head and squinched her face into a painful impression.

“Too big for ya huh?” The King chuckled. “Yeah, I can unnerstan that! Well, my wife here tells me it is the only one that ever made her totally happy. Ya otta join Dottie and me after this here benefit’s over. Maybe we can introduce you two propaly.” The King paused as he watched his satisfied wife with loving eyes. Then he again looked at the small woman. “And Little One, thanks for being here tonight and takin good care a Staci for Wendell.”

The small woman smiled her brightest and nodded in acceptance of both his invitation and his gracious thank you.

Both satiated women began to stir as they slowly regained consciousness.

Then as they both realized where they were, Dottie turned over onto Staci and they began to sensuously kiss and caress each other. Their legs wrapped around each others hips; the taller woman placed her pussy directly over Staci’s allowing the men to see two perfect kitties stacked one on top of the other.

The King stepped back and looked at the men surrounding the spectacle of their most far out fantasies. “Looks like ya’ll gots the choice a two white pussies tonight! Go for it, ya’ll hear? Ya’ll goin enjoy that tail that be hanging down there now don’t ya know!”

Murmurs ran through the group as the men began to re-queue, their cocks again rising in lust. So many decisions, so little time. And to think tonight they had the chance to fuck The King’s wife too! There was not a soft cock in the house.