They all agreed to help except James, which surprised Kitty. Tim Bladine was his friend, and had been for a lot of years. She had expected James to leap at the idea.
"What's with you?" she asked him.
"It's a game with the others," he replied. "A fun night doing something they like, something different."
"So? Let them have their turn, and help Tim at the same time."
"It's not a fun thing with you, Kitty. You act like you're on a mission to save Tim's political career."
"What's wrong with that?" she asked. "Tim's a nice enough guy, isn't he?"
"Now he is. Wait until he makes Mayor – and he just might make it with your help. He'll change then. I just don't want to see you get hurt, that's all."
"Cut out the bullshit, James!" Kitty shouted impatiently. "You're afraid I'll get involved with Tim and go back to living a straight life."
James chuckled cynically. "With Tim? That's the last of my worries."
"Then join the party!" Kitty smiled. "Stop being a cold ass."
"Yeah," Clyde said. "Marcia's willing to go along, and she don't even know the guy. What's your problem?"
"It'll be fun!" Marcia smiled. "And God knows I could use some help," she added, touching Clyde's enormous cock with a cool finger as if afraid it might stand up and come at her again.
They were all sprawled around James' living room, in spite of the fact that he had absolutely forbidden Kitty to visit him any more.
Big Edith was cradling shy and silent Ethel in her arms, full or protective affection for her little hellcat who always acted so tame and subdued, but was eager to try something else, just for a change of scenery.
"I can play my part, James." Ethel pinned. "You'll be proud of me!"
James knew he faced defeat and took it without further resistance. "All right!"
James picked up the phone and dialed. Doris answered, sounding tired and defeated, but sincerely pleased to hear his voice. It had been a long time since she'd seen James.
"What's the problem pet?" James asked, in his best seductive tone.
"These kids are driving me up a damn wall!" Doris snarled.
"Can't you train Bud Owens to baby-sit?"
"That asshole! I sent him flying!"
"Does that mean you're free now?"
"Until I find another political star to hitch this wagon to. Why, James? You got something in mind?"
"I just might, my little pet. I just might. Why don't you come by and meet some friends of mine. It'll give you a break."
"I guess I could call in a babysitter." James heard a pair of screaming voices in the background. It sounded like children fighting over the things children fought over.
"I'll be right there," said a relieved Doris.
"You're beautiful, James!" Kitty smiled, heading for the small bedroom. She closed the door, and lay on the bed with a book.
The others kept their places in the living room until Doris arrived, her clothes only half-neat, her hair disrupted by the fingers of grasping children.
"I'm just not cut out for full-time motherhood," she said, explaining her slovenly appearance.
The others, even more sloven, accepted her apology with smiles of understanding.
Shy little Ethel immediately crawled to Doris' feet and touched one of her toes protruding from open sandals.
"Such pretty feet," she said, bending low to caress them, examine them.
"What's with her?" Doris asked.
"She belongs to me." Big Edith smiled. "She likes feet, if they're shaped right."
"Feet?" Doris didn't understand.
"We all like something, honey." Big Edith smiled, looking at pointed nipples pushing cloth out in Doris' tight-fitting shirt.
Doris turned to James, the only familiar face in the room. "Who are these people?"
"Friends. Relax, Doris. They're just here to have a good time, the same as you."
Ethel touched her lips to Doris' feet, then licked her toes.
Big Edith laughed. "She's really gone bananas over your feet. It's almost like love at first sight."
Doris started to move her foot back, then changed her mind. "I guess she's harmless enough."
Ethel began sucking her big toe.
"Isn't that sweet," Marcia said. "I wish I could get excited over feet."
She reached into Clyde's lap and lifted up his large limp cock.
"I have to be stuck on things like this," Marcia said. "After a couple of days I'm so damn sore I can hardly get out of bed!"
Doris stared at Clyde's cock. "Is that for real?"
"Just grab yourself a handful," Marcia invited. "There's plenty to go around."
"Hold on!" James interrupted. "Doris is my friend. She's not ready for anything like that."
Doris couldn't take her eyes off the huge cock.
"Sit down, Doris," James said, getting up from his chair. "Since you're a special guest, I'll let you have the special chair, for old-time's sake."
Doris took the offered chair with a sense of relief, leaning back and resting for the first time that day. Ethel immediately scampered for her feet, carefully removing Doris' sandals and bathing her feet in cool water.
"That feels good." Doris smiled. "What'd you say your name was?"
"Ethel." The shy one smiled, bet eyes down. She poured wine on Doris' feet and began licking it off.
"You're a nice girl, Ethel."
"You look tired," James said.
"I feel exhausted." Doris replied, leaning back in the comfortable chair.
Marcia went to the bathroom for a pan of warm water, soap and a towel. "Let me pamper you a little, honey," she said. "I know how it feels to be tired, bone tired."
She opened Doris' shirt and began bathing her shoulders and tits, then her stomach. "Just relax. You deserve it."
Marcia touched her lips to Doris' belly button.
"Hell, that ain't no way to relax a woman," said Big Edith, pushing Marcia to one side and tugging at Doris' slacks and panties. She took the wet soap and worked up a lather in the dark patch between Doris' legs, then got a damp rag and wiped it away. Finally she toweled her down until the hair gleamed and was perfectly dry.
Ethel began sucking one toe after another, running her tongue between Doris' toes.
Big Edith leaned over and took a nipple in her large mouth, sucking gently until it was hard.
"That better now?" she asked.
"Much, much better," Doris replied, her breathing becoming heavy. "You are nice, very nice."
"Here, stretch out on the rug," Marcia said, putting a pillow under Doris' head as James and Clyde gently laid her on the floor.
"I've never had so much attention before." Doris smiled, somewhat confused, but totally pleased.
"Just like old times, eh, Doris?" James smiled, kissing her lips.
"I don't remember getting treatment this good!" Doris felt something moist and warm and very exciting slide between her legs. It was Big Edith, her tongue lapping at the pussy-hair she had cleaned so carefully, then around the moist edges of Doris' pussy. Finally it drove into the darkness, making Doris quiver with delight.
James kissed her lips again, running his tongue against hers.
"That's like old times," he whispered. He kissed her again, his fingers running around the edge of her lips.
Doris opened her mouth and licked at his finger, then took it in her mouth and sucked it.
She felt lips and moist tongues on each tit, and James began rubbing her neck and forehead. Ethel continued sucking her toes, all five at once.
Doris began to feel like she was floating on a sea of human organs and passions. She reined completely, then her eyes opened wide as Big Edith's tongue hit new places in her cunt, sending new delights through her system.
Both nipples became so hard from the tender attention to lips and moist tongues she thought they would explode.
Big Edith began licking her asshole, as a finger slid into her moist pussy.
Hands massaged everywhere: on her stomach, her tits, the cheeks of her ass, her sides, her face. Her entire body tingled with desire.
Doris opened her eyes as she started into a state of wild orgasm that went on and on, just as the tongues and touches went on and on. She climbed higher and higher into realms of physical pleasure she had never traversed before. She was in another world. She was in heaven!
She felt something warm and soft pressed against her lips. She opened her eyes and saw Clyde smiling down on her. Her mouth opened. The head of his huge cock slipped past her lips, touched her tongue, eased farther down her throat.
She sucked until she felt it grow hard in her mouth.
Two hands grabbed each of her legs, pulling them apart, pulling them gently at first, then spreading them until it hurt.
Clyde was on his knees between her spread legs, holding his cock with both hands, nudging it gently against the lips of her gaping pink pussy.
"Can you handle it?" he asked. "Yes!" she screamed. "I can take it! I can!"
"Are you sure?" Clyde asked softly. "Yes! Oh yes!"
James kissed her lips. Others kissed each tit. Little Ethel began licking between her thighs, as if oiling the way for Clyde's cock.
"Please!" Doris begged. "I've never been so ready in my life. I'll never have a chance like this again. Please! Please!"
Clyde slipped his cock in easy. Her pussy was so hot, so completely ready, it met no resistance. He slid his prick in deeper, then deeper still.
The walls of her pussy were greased and expanding, ready for anything, eager for anything. Clyde went in farther.
"It's wonderful, wonderful!" Doris screamed. "Don't stop now. I can take it I tell you. I must have it!"
Clyde gave her the full cock-shaft, fast and deep and hard. She gasped for air, her eyes clenched in erotic ecstasy, feeling hands and tongues everywhere, and his big cock where it counted most.
She came immediately, then immediately began climbing toward a bigger, longer climax. "I've never had it so good! I must have more!"
Clyde began easing his cock out, slowly, steadily. "I want my cock in your ass," he said.
"No!"
"It's where I want it," Clyde said, continuing to ease his massive cock out of her greased, ready, hot pussy.
"Not yet! Please, not yet!" Doris pleaded. "I've got to have it in my pussy first. Please!"
"I've got to have it in the ass," Clyde said. "My pussy first!" Doris said. "Then my ass. But please, don't take it out of my pussy! Not yet! Not now!"
Clyde stopped withdrawing his cock. "I got your word on that? First the pussy, then your ass?"
"Yes, anything. Anything! Just don't stop!"
"You sure about that, honey?" Big Edith asked. "We don't like to see promises to Clyde go unmet."
"I promise! You have my word, all of you! Just don't take it out yet! Please don't take that marvelous cock out of my cunt!"
"They all heard your promise, Doris," James whispered. "You're sure you don't want to take it back, while you can?"
"No! I promise! I promise!"
"You got yourself a deal, lady!" Clyde said, ramming his cock in deep, quick and complete.
Doris stiffened, screaming joy, clutching at bodies hanging over her, sticking her tongue into James' mouth.
"I, I – it's so wonderful! So wonderful!" she screamed.
They held her legs as Clyde pulled back and rammed his cock home again, not pausing. The long greased prick shot into her like a telephone pole driven into a grease-lined hole.
Doris gagged and gasped and shuddered as she came and kept coming.
Clyde pulled his prick almost out, then lunged it in again, his balls smacking her body with a loud slap. It took the wind out of her. She turned white, then red as she gasped for air.
She tired to turn, but hands on all sides held her fiat, her legs spread wide. Clyde rammed his cock to her again, and then again.
Doris came until she couldn't come any more, couldn't breathe any more, couldn't hold her eyes open any more. Then she eased into the deepest, most peaceful sleep she had ever known.
When she woke up, exhilarated, delightfully exhausted, feeling light in body and mind, she was on her knees, bent over a footstool. Strong hands pinned her arms to the floor. Silent Ethel was straddling her back, riding her like she was a pony.
Clyde sat on the floor, holding his massive cock inches from her face.
"Give it a kiss for luck," he said.
"Luck?" Doris asked, confused.
"If we're lucky, it won't spilt your asshole," Clyde said.
Doris suddenly remembered the deal she'd made and tried to buck. Strong hands held her emotionless, powerless.
"You better go and kiss it," Clyde said. "Last time this thing split a woman's asshole she was on her side for a month, unable to walk, to sit, to…"
"You, you can't!" Doris screamed. "You can't!"
"You promised, honey," Big Edith said, rubbing large gob of Vaseline into Doris' ass, running her finger in deep.
"She's got a damned tight ass-hole," Big Edith said, worried.
"A promise is a promise," Clyde said. "You know how this thing likes assholes."
"I can hardly get two fingers up her ass," Big Edith said. "There's no way that ass will take what you got."
"A promise is a promise," Clyde repeated. "You all heard it."
"Jesus, Clyde!" James said. "Be reasonable!"
Clyde ignored him, turning instead to Big Edith. "Tell you what, Big Edith. You got a right big ass. You want to offer it as a substitute?"
Big Edith scoffed at the idea. "I got better plans for my ass than getting it spilt to hell and gone by that big thing!"
"Then stop pushing that Vaseline in her ass and get outa my way," Clyde replied, holding his massive cock in both hands, aiming it at Doris' greased asshole.
Kitty emerged from the bedroom carrying a sheaf of papers. "Hold on, Clyde," she said. "You owe me one, remember?"
Clyde looked surprised. "I owe you? For what?"
"For driving all the way to Flagstaff to cool that big machine down, after you'd worn out all your steady standbys! That's for what!"
Clyde paused, frowning. "You had the fuck of your life!"
Kitty smiled. "SO did you, Clyde. So did you! Not many women can take what you've got to offer, hanging from that gadget you put in your bedroom. If you don't figure you owe me, don't ever count on my getting into those straps again. Ever! I don't have to drive all the way to Flagstaff and strap myself in, just to get a good fuck! There's too many hard cocks available in Phoenix."
"All right, I owe you," Clyde conceded. "Whata ya want?"
Kitty looked at Doris. "That's up to her," she said, handing Doris the papers she was carrying, and a ballpoint pen. "Sign them, Doris, and your asshole is saved."
Doris looked relieved, then suspicious. "Sign what?"
"You're granting Tim legal custody of your two kids until the campaign is over."
"Like hell!" Doris screamed.
Kitty looked at a smiling Clyde. "All right, Clyde," she said. "Her asshole belongs to you."
Clyde put the head of his cock against the small tight opening of Doris' asshole.
"It might hurt a little at first," he said. "But after that…"
Doris looked panic stricken. "No! You'll kill me with that big thing!"
Clyde nudged the cock-head into the small opening.
Doris almost fainted, then burst into tears. Clyde applied a slight nudge, just enough to send pain through her entire body.
"All right!" Doris shouted. "All right! Give me the damn pen! I'll sign. I'll sign any damn thing!"
She didn't notice the entire living room fill with amused smiles as she hastily signed the papers and handed them to Kitty.
Doris looked at Clyde. "My pussy handled it all right!"
"You have a right sweet pussy," Clyde replied. Doris looked at his cock hanging limply. "I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't actually felt it."
"If you want another go at it some time, Kitty knows how to reach me," Clyde said.
Doris looked at Kitty with hard eyes, then at the papers Kitty had forced her to sign.
"I hope you cut a sweet deal for this little caper," she said bitterly.
Within an hour, Kitty had the papers sent to Tim by special messenger.
A few days later she received a dozen roses with a card that said: Thanks. It wasn't even signed.
Kitty began to wonder if James hadn't been right about his old college friend. The very least he could have done was call.