She had heard that roar before, that wounded bull, that bear charging out of his cave.
Phil appeared to leap from her. One of Brian's big, hairy hands swept past her face and slammed Phil's shoulder, and then the two men formed one object hurtling down the room, crashing against the bookshelves, smashing so hard that a hundred books spilled down on them.
From everywhere people came flying toward the pair beneath the books, men and half-naked women with tits leaping, a dozen hands thrusting into the tangle, hands clawing and clutching.
Susie jerked upright, knowing she must help but with no idea what was going on, except that inside her cunt pulsing gushes continued.
Rita and Howard emerged from the melee with their arms wrapped around a leg clad in slacks, with shoe and sock, struggling against the brutal kicks that used to scatter football players. The other shod and pants-clad leg appeared, hugged by others, and they went rushing out of the room dragging Brian, his head banging on the floor, out through the yoga room to the kitchen.
Susie ran after them.
They had him out on the porch hanging over the edge.
She heard Nick snarl, "Next time you trespass our property we'll break your fucking arm!"
With that they hurled Brian off, tumbling and rolling on the grass.
Then they made way for Susie, who pushed through them, went down the porch steps and stood over her husband.
His face looked chalky in the moonlight, like he was going to be sick to his stomach.
She said, "Brian, I won't be home tonight. After work tomorrow we can talk. If you want."
He was staring bug-eyed at the moon-white naked split of her pussy. His mouth worked. No words came out.
"Tomorrow evening," Susie said.
At last he rose shakily to his feet and went, legs wobbling, out the gate homeward.
Tears blinded Susie as she went back inside feeling shaken by the effort, the tooth-gritting summoning of will to tell Brian she was not coming home. And the tears. How her friends had stood by her, men and women alike flinging themselves on Brian and pitching him out! Perhaps they did not know of his brutal strength. He could have knocked them down like tenpins. Probably shock and surprise had done him in.
She went to the swing room, feeling the need to be alone. She closed the door and sat on the swing gazing at her tear-streaked face, then down her body at the pink little jigger glistening between her plump white pussy lips.
I've done it, she thought. Got my pussy shaved and Brian knows it and I said I won't be home and I feel pretty lousy.
She heard the others murmuring in the library. She guessed they would not disturb her. Living six in a house they must know the need for solitude. Her gaze strayed to the chest of drawers. She cocked her head thoughtfully. Why not try a jiji? It should be calming if she swung very slowly.
She went and chose one from the box, larger than she had used before, returned to the swing and sat with her legs apart, the egg-shaped instrument in her hand.
She could see the livid line of her split, the slight ovalling of her vaginal mouth. Only minutes ago she had been lying on that low Japanese table recovering from orgasm, letting Phil fuck her, and feeling new stirrings in her belly. If Brian had not appeared she would have cum again by now. Maybe Phil would have shot his load into her. Phil must be feeling terribly hung up but the sweet man was keeping away and she loved him for it. Phil, just wait a few minutes, let me put my head back on, I've defied my husband and I'm scared. I mean, boldness must come easy to a guy with strong shoulders and a chest all bone and muscle and sheathed in hair, but take a woman, more soft titties than shoulders… well, nerve wears out and leaves you crying.
The jiji. To insert it she jacked her legs up, heeling the swing seat. She paused, the gadget in her hand, gazing at the mirror, saw herself all hung-out tits and gaping cunt. The outer lips had drawn aside. Her glistening coral cunt looked so wide, from the flared notch where her clit, limp now, dangled, down the crinkled inner labia to her hole. How big that red-ringed opening! Not quite a match in roundness for Gwen's when she sucked the plastic phallus up her vagina. Still… you're right, Gwen, shaving makes a woman face up to the long, vertical smile of her cunt, see clearly that she is split, divided, that it's what she's got to use, and that it is not passive, that she can develop her techniques, her control of the sphincter, and become ten times more woman!
She slid the jiji down the slippery trough into the swollen, bracketing labia, then tucked it up her hole, two-fingered it out of sight and then she squeezed her sphincter.
Oh, yes, the egg shape continued moving and her hole winked shut. She grinned with satisfaction.
She began to swing, feeling those lopsided clicks start her juices seething. She had dropped her legs. Now she closed them, hugging the gadget within. Of her pussy she now saw only her plump mound and the dimple where her thighs met it. She thought, Really, it looks much prettier, that smooth white flesh. So who needs hair?
The jiji was rocking wildly now as she swung higher, and oh, a flush colored her cheek, spread down over her swollen breasts. Like a cum beginning!
Then she heard a light rap on the door. A voice. "It's Phil."
Her heart leaped. Dearest Phil! "Come in!"
The door opened and he came in smiling wryly, wearing his pink panties stretched out to a horizontal tent, a foot of pole in there.
Slowing the swing, she reached out her arms to him. Phil gave a laugh and came with a rush, kissed her open mouth, then hopped onto the swing beside her. Susie cuddled into his arms, a hand vining into his hair, bringing his head down for another kiss, took his meaty tongue to her throat. She felt a hand cup on her breast, and gently squeeze it.
They were swinging again, the jiji rocking inside her, Phil's caresses making her breast cap swell and harden. She felt hot and good all over, especially her throbbing clit being cramped and massaged by smooth, hairless flesh. And his strong tongue in her mouth, like a limber cock, darting here and there!
She slipped a hand down his chest, found his flat belly and the elastic of the panties' waist, fingered under it to the hot boniness of his cock. For a moment her entire being existed in the hand weaving about the rigid column, which seemed a firebrand against her arm as she scooped his scrotum up out of the panty crotch.
Their mouths parted. Panting, Phil said, "The way you handle my cock and balls, Susie, so voluptuous, like you really love 'em!"
"I do, I do!" She gazed down at the red cock-head nuzzling out of his panties, beside her wrist, saw the wet gaping of the split in its tip, and felt her mouth water. She whispered, blushing as she spoke, "Phil, would you like me to suck it?"
Her words brought a twitch of urgency to the randy organ, and Phil gasped, "Gosh, if you want – I mean, I really dig head like crazy…"
Susie curled down his body. The swing was barely large enough to contain them with her in this position but she made it. Susie got the fisted cock clear of panties and licked the swollen head.
The taste was the ranginess of cunt juice. My juice dried on him, get more of it, lick and lip it, wow, it's so big but I have it in my mouth, oh suck suck suck Susie girl!
They were swinging, the jiji clicking inside her. With one hand Phil fondled her breasts. The other caressed her back, down to her buttocks. She squirmed as his fingers traced the curves down into her cleft. When he pressed her anus she groaned on the mouthful of cock and sucked it right to her throat.
His fingertip wriggled on her anal knot, sending electric thrills in to where the wobbling jiji sent storms of hot impulses to her rigid clit. It was on fire now and before she knew it she was cumming, panting as she sucked, squeezing her cunt rhythmically on the crazy, mixed-up jiji wobble.
The cum faded. But almost instantly a new fever grew, rolling from her toes to her cunt, to her mouthful of horny prick, which twitched violently and plunged to her throat, telling her Phil's load was on the way.
It came in a hot gush, a fountain of thick cream spitting into her throat. Her renewed cum was so body-quaking that she was not quite aware of the cock's discharge until she had, moaning and switching her ass, burned over the peak of orgasm.
As she slid down the other side, still cumming hard, she drank his jizzum, swallowed and licked and gulped.
Long after the last drop had spat into her throat, she continued sucking Phil's luscious cock.
She was in bed, a small bed in a small upstairs room, to which Phil and Rita had shown her. She was smiling, half asleep, her every nerve melted to ooze, when Nick came in and sat on the edge of the bed. He still wore his baseball cap and shorts.
He said, "Well, partner, we're painting football wallpaper tomorrow, huh?"
She nodded, smiling, reached to his hairy thigh and caressed it.
He said, "I've also sketched a tennis design in case we work really fast."
She slipped her hand up his thigh to his crotch. She found his cock stony hard. She unzipped him and dug out the big, hot prick and fisted the spongy knob tipping it.
Nick said, "I thought you were all worn out, Susie."
"Well, I could just lie here and let you fuck me."
Grinning, he climbed out of his shorts, stuffed a pillow under Susie's ass, and mounted her, shoving his cock into her gaping wet tunnel of a cunt, to the hilt on the first poke, the big thing so hot, plugging her so fully, that she felt the first tremors of a cum when it butted the deepest pocket of her vagina.
She wound about him, clung as Nick's hips began jerking, and his shaft rode in and out of her.
Susie's first cum was so easy, a lazy vaginal sucking that built to long, wet surges, ending in a pop like a bubblegum bubble exploding, that she decided to just lay there and let things happen. The second orgasm was even easier. She grunted, squeezed her ass in, and let go.
She murmured in Nick's ear, "You'll leave me like a limp dishrag. I don't know if I could take a visit from Howard."
"He has Rita and Gwen climbing all over him. They'll milk him dry."
Good thing, Susie thought, cumming again, just lying there spraddle-legged, letting Nick drive it up her slobbering funnel of a fuckhole. Even when he began to roar she could not move except for the long internal pulls on his spitting organ. During it she fell asleep, smiling off into dreams. For hour after hour she felt Nick's cream shooting up her cunt.
She awoke in moonlight, feeling someone's weight depress the bed. Milky white, that small, slim girl with the pouty tits, Willa, smiling down at Susie and stroking her leg.
She said, "Susie, everybody's gone to sleep except me."
"Come sleep with me," Susie whispered, reaching out to her.
Willa's smile flashed and she came slithering down into Susie's arms. How lovely her soft titties felt, melting into Susie's! And her warm little belly, and the silky pussy hair brushing her thigh.
They kissed. Like that, tongues slowly vining about, Susie fell asleep again. In a dream she felt Willa stroking her clit. Wow, but it felt horny!
The girl was whispering, "I'd like to suck it."
The next thing Susie knew, a slippery tongue was sliding up her cunt and creamy soft lips tugged at her clit.
She pressed toward the odor of hot pussy, got a satiny thigh under her head, and nuzzled into moist pussy hair.
Like a dream, happily licking Willa's stiffened clit in the squashiness of its enclosing notch, she wiggled her hips a little and went right into a cum.
Was she dreaming?
She was too happy to care, because either a dream Willa or a real one was sucking her into another orgasm.