an orgasm before Stella got back with the milk.
“Here we are-nice hot spunk for your balls, darling!”
She undid one strap, pulled the base away from my pubic hair and pulled out the stopper, poured in the milk and replaced it.
“I don't know about stopper-more like a starter!” I commented, as she strapped me up again.
“Murderous. isn't it?” she grinned. “There-nice warm spunk, all ready for you to pump into your sexy Stella!”
“Right, madam-get on the bed and prepare yourself!”
She climbed on the bed and knelt up, smiling at me, as I climbed up after her, the great dildo swaying in front of my stomach.
“I have a fancy to take it kneeling-that all right with you?”
“Any way you like, sweetheart!”
She turned her back to me and knelt on all fours, spreading her legs wide and sinking on to her forearms, cocking her gorgeous bottom up to show the sexy condition of her slit below it. I bent quickly and pressed my mouth to it, licked wetly and then moved in between her legs. I filled my mouth with spittle and deposited it in my palm, transferring it to the big purple head of the rubber penis and smearing it all round the shaft.
“Here we come, darling,” I whispered and she tensed and pushed her behind out. I took the prick in my hand and guided it to the entrance, slid the knob up and down her furrow a few times, then pressed it to the entry again.
“Don't try to make it easy for me, darling,” she said her voice breathy. “I like to get the first part over as quickly as possible-start pushing and keep going.”
I steadied the dildo, made sure it was pressed tightly against the right spot, then held her round the hips. I pushed forward, steadily increasing the pressure; as I pushed I pulled back on her hips. A momentary easing of tension came simultaneously with a gasp from Stella as the knob slipped into her. I kept up the steady thrust — slowly moving into her, feeling the resistance as the dildo was gripped by the walls of her vagina. I got a good half of it up her, then gave her a little rest.
“All right, dear?”
“All-all right, darling,” she panted. “Keep going.” She moved her knees farther apart and tensed herself ready to receive the rest of “Fred” up her.
I pressed on, more forcefully, this time, feeling the compression of the stopper button on my clitoris increasing. I looked down and saw that only about two inches remained, sticking out below her buttocks.
Grabbing handsful of flesh at her hips, I hauled back on her, at the same time jabbing lustily forward, burying the whole shaft in her body.
“Ooooh, Rita!” she moaned. “I wasn't expecting quite such a hefty shove as that!”
“Sorry, darling!” I gasped, my arms going right round her, pulling her round, taut bottom into my stomach. “That was cruel of me-I'm afraid I got carried away.”
“Don't be sorry-carry on and finish the job!” She moved her rear against me, getting the feel of the thing inside her. “Be careful to keep your thighs open until I'm ready for the milk.”
I fucked her then, constantly increasing the length and force of the strokes, my own excitement mounting rapidly. She was right-that stopper was murderous! The hard, purposely roughened rubber chafed and pummelled my clitoris with the slightest movement, let alone the hefty thrusts I was giving Stella. The feel of her thighs and bottom, warm and moving against my front, her gasps and moans of passion, drove me wild.
“Oh, darling,” she was groaning, “what a fucking you — you're giving me! Ooh, ooh, ooooh, wonderful.”
Spurred, I belted even harder into her, the stopper mashing my clitoris. I leaned over her, hands closing on her big, stiff-nippled breasts, squeezing them until she groaned with pleasure-pain. I kissed and licked at her back, covered with a thin film of sweat. In and out I rammed that rubber dick, the bulb warm with the milk swinging between my thighs, adding to all the other erotic sensations.
“Darling — darling,” Stella was jerking madly now. “Get ready to-to pump the-the milk into me.”
I was almost ready to spend myself by then. I brought my thighs closer together and fucked even harder at her. She suddenly gave a mighty thrust back at me, her head came up sharply and her back arched. “Now!” she hissed.
I rammed my hips forward savagely, sinking the entire length in her cunt as she fell forward, spending. I let myself fall forward with her, jerkily squeezing my thighs together and hearing the squishy sound of the milk pumping into her. I felt my body go weak, then, as ecstasy blossomed out from my clitoris. I held her tightly, still squeezing my thighs together as long as I was able. The two of us shook and jerked together in the throes of our climax, Stella bearing all my weight on her back, my hands beneath her, still clutching her breasts.
We were both weak with the power of that orgasm and it was some time before I was able to summon enough energy to lift my weight from her. She spread her legs and lay still while I gently withdrew the dildo. She turned on to her back and smiled up at me as I knelt beside her, unstrapping it. I looked at the stopper that had caused so much havoc, wet now, from my clitoris-in fact the inside of the base was all slimy with my come. I pointed at the stopper.
“There's no doubt about it-that stopper is absolute murder!” I held up the dildo, the shaft covered with the mucous of Stella's ecstasy. To show her what I thought about her, I pressed my lips to its wetness, kissed, sucked on the head and finally licked all the bitter-sweet liqueur from the rod. She lay silently watching the demonstration of my affection for her and still without a word took it from me when I had finished. She turned it and looked at the wet inside of the pad that had rubbed and pressed so close against my sex. Then her mouth opened as she pressed it to her lips and licked it clean. Gravely, she handed it back and I put it on the bed-side table. She grinned at me, then.
“There-we think quite a lot of each other, don't me, sweetheart?” She sat up. “Oooh! Gosh, Rita- you're quite brutal when you get going, aren't you! Look at me!”
She shifted her body from side to side, showing me the red marks of my fingernails where I had dug them into her hips. She lifted her breasts in her hands and held them out mutely; more red nail-marks marred the soft creaminess of the lovely globes.
“Oh, Stella, darling-I am sorry. I just didn't realise what I was doing. “I kissed the marks at her hips and gently trailed my open mouth over the tender breasts.
“It's all right, darling-I loved it, in fact, I wanted it at the time.” She got off the bed, milk running down her legs.
“Here-wait,” I said, making her lie back and opening her legs wide. I sucked and licked the rest of the milk from her soft quim, not letting her up until I had licked down the insides of her thighs and legs and thoroughly cleaned her up with my mouth and tongue.
“Thank you, darling.” She stood up, went over to a chest of drawers. “Think we'd better change the sheet. You go and wash out “Fred” or we'll be pumping cheese into each other the next time we use him!”
I washed “Fred” in the basin while Stella changed the sheet. I felt thoroughly satisfied just then and knew Stella was the same, as I watched her leisurely movements, the look on her face that of a contented kitten. I joined her at the bed and she pulled back the covers.
“How about some shut-eye, now, eh? We've had quite a strenuous night; don't forget you have to report to your daughter first thing in the morning!”
I felt a little deflated at the reminder, the worry and uncertainty coming back.
“Oh, yes,” I murmured, “my darling daughter.”
CHAPTER TEN
I did not greet the morning sunlight that streamed into the room with as much enthusiasm as I had the previous morning. I got out of bed and went over to the wash-basin to sluice the sleep from my eyes.
“Poor Rita,” Stella sat up, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She smiled sympathetically as I came back to the bed and slipped on a nylon nightie. “Dressing to order, I see.” She climbed from the bed and pulled on a negligee.”
“Oh. Stella,” I groaned, “what am I going to do? How far should I go with her before crying stop?”
