"I'm bored," said Barbara Conway. She was standing at the counter in her kitchen, pouring coffee from the electric percolator. She was naked. She did, indeed, look bored – and jaded, too – and that was remarkable because there were two naked men seated at the kitchen table.
The men looked at each other, grinning ruefully. They didn't feel inadequate or hurt because Barbara said she was bored, because they both knew that no two men alive could hope to satisfy that oversexed girl for very long.
They had been staying with her for a week and, although they were both exceptionally virile men, they were starting to flag under her sexual demands.
Barbara liked variety and she liked frequency. The men suited her because they were different types. Karl was tall, lean and blond. His icy blue eyes were deep-set in a suntanned face. His body smooth, muscular and not very hairy. He drank his coffee black and parted his hair on the left.
Ray was short and broad with heavy shoulders, a deep chest and bulging thighs. He was muscular, too, but his muscles were more the weightlifter type than Karl's longer, defined ones – more suited for lifting heavy weights than posing for a body beautiful. He took cream and sugar in his coffee and swept his black hair straight back without a part. His eyebrows were black and bushy and met above the bridge of his nose, a dark line that ran unbroken across his wide brow. He was not as handsome as Karl, but his features were strong and manly.
But the big difference between the two men, as far as Barbara was concerned, was in their cocks.
Barbara didn't give a damn if they parted their hair or took sugar in their coffee, but she had an unholy interest in cocks of all shapes and sizes.
Karl's prick was exceptionally long. The stalk was tubular and the knob flared out like the cap of a mushroom, a big purple slab much wider than the shaft.
Ray's cock was not quite as long as Karl's and was of a different configuration. Whereas Karl had a war club of a dick, Ray had a spear. His pecker was incredibly broad at the base and then gradually tapered down – or up, if he had a hard on – to a pointed tip. It was a cock well-suited to prying its way into tight passages – virgin cunts and assholes, say – but that was no benefit to Barbara, all of whose bodily openings were well plundered and pliable.
She did like the different sensation that she got from the two differently shaped cocks, however.
Karl plowed up her cunt, his huge peckerhead opening the way for the slimmer rod that followed.
Ray seemed to sneak up her pussy, insinuating his dick in, spreading her cunt wider and wider with each inch of widening cock that slid in.
Barbara had been well satisfied by these two men with their different style cocks.
For a week.
Now she was bored.
Barbara was a sultry girl with long black hair and long, smooth legs. She had high cheekbones, slightly tilted green eyes, and a full, wide mouth. Her tits were not large but they were pert and thrusting, and her nipples were big and taut. She carried her loins tucked in so that her ass, which was shaped like an inverted valentine, thrust out behind. Her willowy torso seemed to curve in a fluid line from ass to tits so that she was almost swaybacked, but in a graceful, designed fashion – offering tits and ass as the most prominent parts of her body. She had a huge wedge of dark, curly pubic hair, the corners reaching almost to her hipbones and a thin line stretching up from the top of the wedge to her belly button. The curly, ebony coils were set cm her belly like a filigree of iron over ivory.
Barbara was twenty-four years old and vastly experienced beyond her years.
She was a remittance girl.
Her wealthy parents had long since despaired of changing her nymphomaniacal behavior, so her father sent her five hundred dollars a week to live away from home and thereby not disgrace the family in their local city. This had been in effect for a year, since her father had found her blowing the Puerto Rican gardener in the garage while the chauffeur awaited his turn.
That had been the last straw.
For one thing, with Barbara living at home it was impossible to keep servants. It wasn't that the servants didn't like the girl, who was kind to them in many ways, but she simply exhausted them with her constant demands on their services. In the last year that she spent at home Barbara had sucked off four maids and screwed three butlers, two chauffeurs, the gardener and a chimney sweep. She had also fucked and sucked the sons and daughters of the neighbors and been buggered by a Baptist minister.
She had taken no pains to keep her affairs secret from her parents. In fact, she liked to get caught in the act; it made it seem more depraved to be discovered, she thought, and the more depraved a thing was, the more fun.
Since moving to her own home in a different city, Barbara had fucked countless men, in singles and in groups, always tiring of them after a week or so and moving on to another man, or group of men.
Now she was getting bored with Karl and Ray.
Both of these worthy fellows were self-confident, knowing that they were potent beyond the norm, and therefore they were not hurt when she said she was bored. They both realized that no two men could ever satisfy her for long, and their masculine pride could not be injured by the whims of her ways.
Now they grinned at each other and then turned as Barbara brought coffee cups to the table.
"Do you want us to leave?" Karl asked.
"Oh, Christ, no! Not until I get someone else, at least. I always feel so desperate when there isn't a cock available at a moment's notice."
"Well, if you can think of anything we can do to alleviate your boredom?" Ray said.
She considered that offer, leaning back in her chair and placing one foot on the rung, so that her big, bushy cunt wash in full sight. The juicy pink gash bisected the hairy bush like a swampy river running through a tropical rain forest, and at the delta of that river, her clitoris stood out, tingling.
"Well, I think we've already done everything," she said, thinking about it. "Let's see… you've both had your cocks in my mouth, cunt, asshole and hands… two by two, just like Noah's Ark. We've done it lying, kneeling, standing, sitting… in the shower, in the bathtub… did we use my dildo. Oh, yes, I remember. Well, I can't think of any combination that…" Her eyes gleamed like melted jade. "I don't suppose you would consider letting me watch you fuck each other?"
"Certainly not," said Karl.
"Yeah!" said Ray.
"Naw, I didn't think so. Well, fellas, what we have to do is get someone else to join us. Maybe we can pick someone up in a bar or something. Man or woman, it doesn't matter."
"Shall we get dressed, then?" Karl asked. Barbara grinned.
"I'm not that bored," she said. Karl sipped his black coffee.
Ray sipped his white coffee, with sugar.
And Barbara, who usually took her coffee black, like Karl, said, "I think maybe I'll have cream today." A wicked smile twisted her lush mouth and her green eyes narrowed, gleaming with an unholy light, as if the fire in her brain were being filtered through those jade orbs.
She looked from man to man – more specifically, she looked from cock to cock. And under the inspiration of her gaze, both big cocks began to rise. Barbara was not at all concerned about which man got hard first – from which carnal dairy she would take delivery. She just looked at the rising dicks, her eyes sliding back and forth, caressing them with her vision.
It was a close race, but Ray's thick tapering pecker towered to full erection a few seconds ahead of Karl's bludgeon.
Barbara moved her chair to that side of the table.
She had had a novel idea, and inspired as always by variety, her pussy began to flood with cuntjuice.
She cupped Ray's bloated balls.
Holding the cum-laden sac in the palm of her hand, she lifted, as if gauging the weight of his creameries. She pursed her lips. His big cock began to throb and the dark vein pulsed up the underside. The pointed tip came squeezing out of the foreskin like a periscope looking for a vessel to torpedo.
She folded her fist around the root of his fuck stalk and pulled up, curling the foreskin over the ledge behind the cockhead, then pushed back down, drawing his dick tight as a bow string and causing the head to flare.
She pulled up again, sweeping her thumb back and forth across the sensitive spot where the stalk merged with the knob.
Ray grunted and leaned back in his chair, pushing his hips up slightly from the seat.
Barbara leaned forward, concentrating on what she was doing. She was a true connoisseur of cocks and loved to look at them as well as feel them in her. Now she gazed with rapt attention at his swollen cockhead as her hand moved rhythmically up and down the shaft, pushing all the way down to the root so the heel of her fist was pressed to his belly, then skimming back to the crown. She was holding his nut-sacs in her other hand, squeezing gently as if to hasten his orgasm by squeezing the spunk from his balls.
Her hand flew up and down faster and faster.
She leaned closer and Ray hiked his ass higher, expecting her to take his cockhead into her mouth when he was ready to shoot, for be knew she was not a girl who would willfully waste cum.
But Barbara had a different idea this morning. It was something she had never done before and, therefore, it thrilled her.
Still frigging him with her fist, she pulled her other hand away from his balls and picked up her coffee cup by the handle. Holding the cup in front of him, she aimed the head of his prick at the cup.
Ray saw that she had truly meant she would take cream in her coffee, and the idea struck him as so depraved that his loins began to smolder.
Her face was a mask of lust as she stroked his cock with determination, jacking him with the quick, steady strokes that would bring him to a climax fastest.
He was bridged right off the seat of the chair now, his thighs braced and bulging with muscles, his arms hooked over the back, of the chair, his loins poised in the air. Ripples of sensation ran up his thighs and swept down his belly. He could feel his toes curl as the peak approached.
A drop of preliminary cum oozed from the parted cleft of his dickhead.
Barbara gave a little gasp as she saw that thick quick silvery drop trickle down his knob. She licked her lips and her taste buds began to tingle. But she resisted the urge to slurp the succulent, creamy nugget up. She was determined to take cream in her coffee for a change, a taste treat she had not tried before.
She angled the cup, holding it before his peckerhead, and pulled his dick down slightly, so that the snout was directed right at the mouth of the cup.
"C'mon, baby," she whispered, smiling. "C'mon… pour some cream for me." Her fist was clenched tightly around his rod, pumping him purposefully.
Ray whimpered. His eyes closed and his mouth twitched. His belly heaved up as he fucked his prick through her fist.
He gasped.
Barbara whimpered joyfully when she felt the hot sap start to rush up his rod. His shaft expanded in her hand. She pushed down hard and the knob erupted in a gout of creamy spunk. The fuck juice spurted from him in loops and coils – thick, hot ribbons of spunk pouring out and falling into the black coffee.
Seeing a man come excited her so much, although it was anything but a novelty, that her hand began to falter, missing a stroke, pumping spasmodically.
But it made no difference.
His orgasm had started and it wasn't about to end until his balls had been emptied. A second spun poured from his cockhead, then a third, all of the thick cream falling into the coffee cup. He groaned and settled back into the chair.
Barbara continued to pump until she was sure that she had milked every drop from his pecker. She was grinning with wicked glee.
His cock, momentarily exhausted, began to droop.
She waited, holding it by the hilt, until it had softened and hung out in a bow. Then she dipped the knob in her coffee and used it to stir the mixture. The spunk did not mix very well, she saw.
Cum was not homogenized, like proper milk, and the ribbons of cream swirled around like clouds in a dark sky on the surface of the black coffee.
She released his dick.
Karl's cock, inspired as Karl watched this bizarre pouring of cream, was starting to hum like a tuning fork.
He said, "That coffee is still pretty dark, Barbara… would you care for some more cream?"
"I'm not sure," said the depraved nympho.
She lifted the cup to her lips and sipped.
"Delicious," she said. "It's just right."
She took another sip.
Karl groaned, wondering if his pecker was going to be neglected at this unique breakfast.
But, knowing Barbara, he needn't have worried.
She turned to him. His cock was bucking in front of his lean belly like a bronco trying to unseat a rodeo rider – eager to throw the tenacious jism from the saddle of passion.
"I think I'll have a roll with my coffee," she said. She grinned devilishly. "A cream bun."
Karl pushed his hips out, offering her his carnal pastry from the tray of his loins. Like Ray before him, Karl expected the cock-hungry wanton to slip her greedy lips over his dick.
But Barbara was truly intent on breakfasting well that morning. The two men had fucked her with vigor all night, and she felt the need of a hearty meal with plenty of calories. She knew that even if a man came with abundance, she couldn't ingest more than twenty or thirty calories from a load of spunk – hardly enough to satisfy her cravings, merely enough to whet her appetite.
She took up the butter knife and began to spread butter on his cock, coating the bloated knob and slathering the greasy yellow substance down the shaft.
Then she dipped the knife into the strawberry jam and wiped that delicacy onto his prick, as well, giving his balls a few slaps in the process.
"That looks good," she said, gazing at his well coated dick with a glutton's eye.
His pecker throbbed mightily, the dark vein showing through the slippery butter. Giggling, Barbara spooned some sugar onto the sweet confection. This was truly a splendid cream bun, coated with goodness and filled with thick nectar. She held it by the root and looked around the table. There was a honey pot, and she stroked a few dabs of that amber delight onto his cock and balls.
Then she figured she had prepared the feast sufficiently; she didn't want to get sick.
She bend down and licked a tongueful of strawberry jam from his balls. Leaning back, she took a sip of creamy coffee. Ducking down again, she tongued his buttery knob, curling her hot tongue all around the sweet, meaty slab, then began to slurp up the shaft.
It tasted absolutely delicious. The cloying sweetness of jam, sugar and honey and the oily, greasy flavor of the butter were all blended and made palatable by the underlying flavor of hot cockmeat.
She alternated, sipping her spunky coffee, then tonguing his sweet comestible.
After she had licked and laved him for a while, she fitted her lips to the big, blunt tip of his cock and slowly fed the sweet tube into her mouth.
She sucked appreciatively.
Her cheeks hollowed in as she slurped merrily on his peckerhead, then went out like a bellows as she playfully blew down the tube. She was slobbering down his stalk, her saliva running over the butter and jam. She gazed down at her sweet mouthful, her eyes crossing as she looked inward, loving the sight of a fat cock that sprouted from big, bloated balls and terminated in her pursed lips. As she pulled with her lips, her tongue swept back and forth across the underside of his cockhead.
She began to bob her head up and down, feeding his dick right back into her throat and pushing her clamped lips down as far as she could along his thick rod.
His knob lodged in the entrance to her gullet. She drew back, sucking along every precious inch of prick as her lips came up it. His cock was ballooning in her mouth, spreading her lips and forcing her cheeks out. A dreamy expression came into her eyes as she blissfully gobbled away.
Then she pulled her lips from him.
His peckerhead popped out like a cork from a bottle. She had sucked most of the sweet spread from him now. She paused to slather some more butter on his knob, then took a swallow of coffee with jism. When her mouth collared his prick again, it was warm from the coffee. It slid fluidly up and down. The butter liquefied in the heat of her mouth and trickled down his stalk, congealing again on his belly and balls.
She stopped sucking for a while, using her tongue up and down his shaft, lapping his nut-sac, taking a swig of coffee and starting to suck once more.
Then she was sucking purposefully.
She had teased her sweet tooth enough – now she was ready for a more hearty meal of cum.
Her cunt looked like a cream bun, itself, by this time, as her loins responded to the surge of lust that filled her. The pink lips were unfurled and the slot was filled with frothy cuntjuice. Her clit stuck out like a cherry in a bowl of whipped cream, and that cream, overflowing the hairy bowl, had started to trickle into the crack of her ass.
Barbara had the coffee cup in one hand and Karl's dick in her mouth. That left her a free hand.
She began to finger her pussy.
Ray, who was a keen observer of this breakfast – he had a vested interest, having supplied the cream for her coffee – noticed that the oversexed girl was pushing a finger up her hole. Ray had faultless table manners and hated to see anyone play with his food. He also had a hard-on again.
He snatched up a chocolate eclair and knelt in front of Barbara's chair. He took her wrist and pulled her hand away.
Then he began to push the eclair up her cunt. Holding her cuntlips spread, he stuffed the gooey bun right up her hole and spread it around in her crotch. He leaned in and began to eat the eclair out of her cunt, tonguing her clit bud, sucking on the unfolded lips, tracing up the slot.
Barbara moaned with happiness, the sound muffled around Karl's big dick. Finding herself with a free hand, she fingered her stiff nipples, cupped Karl's balls, placed her hand behind Ray's head – shifting around and, touching here and there.
Ray sucked with gusto.
Cream from the bun slurped into his mouth, and then a finer cream was pouring from her as her pussy ignited. He opened his mouth wide, fitting his lips over her whole cunt, and greedily sucked her cuntjuice out.
Barbara whimpered, her hips shifted as she worked her orgasm off of Ray's eager face. But despite the sensations that racked her loins, the girl continued to bob her head resolutely up and down on Karl's stalk. Despite coming at the crotch, she didn't neglect the hunger in her mouth.
She shuddered as her orgasm reached the peak and her pussy turned incandescent, glowing as it melted.
Then Karl gasped.
Eagerly, Barbara ran her head far down his stalk. He thrust up to meet her descending face and his dick exploded, whitewashing her tonsils with a creamy jet.
Barbara gulped it down, making room for more as he blew a second wad into her cheeks, then a third. She was swallowing as fast as she could but he was coming faster and her mouth was filled to the brim with jism. The thick sap overflowed her compressed lips and bubbled down her chin. Streamers of cum ran down his cock and onto his balls, blending with the butter and jam.
Her table manners were not as exquisite as Ray's, and speaking with her mouth full, she gurgled, "Come, come, come…" and gulped away with rare appetite and ravenous hunger.
Karl threw his head back, groaning as he emptied his balls into her face to the very dregs.
He slumped back on his chair.
Barbara continued to suck until she was sure she had milked every delicious chop of jism from his peckerhead. Then she used her nimble tongue to spoon up the errant drops that had escaped her lips and run down his shaft. She lapped cum from his balls and her tongue darted up and down the stalk and over the head, gathering up every succulent drop of fuck-juice.
"Lovely," she purred, licking her lips.
Ray was still busily munching away on her cunt. He had devoured the eclair by this time, but her cuntjuice was still pouring into his mouth.
She trembled through the spasms of ecstasy.
He looked up, grinning, his whole face coated with chocolate, cream and pussyjuice.
Barbara grinned happily.
"What shall we have for lunch?" she asked.
But now Ray's pecker was thundering again. He had no intention of waiting for lunch.
Breakfast was over but he knew he could have a snack in between. He stood up and drew the willing girl to her feet, then pushed her onto the table, face down, her tits sliding in the butter.
She hiked her pert ass up.
Ray stood behind her and, bending down, pushed his tongue up her asshole. He lapped up the crack, then delved in, lubricating that little brown bud. He grabbed a slab of butter and worked the slippery grease into his pecker until that formidable utensil was glistening from stem to stern.
He fitted his cockhead to her asshole.
"Oh, my!" she cried, delighted at the prospect. He began to work his big, tapered dickhead up her rectum, squirming the oily rod up inch by inch. Her bowels were not inhospitable. They resisted for a moment, then accommodated themselves to his bulk.
His hands flattened on her ass, spreading the cheeks as his fat cock wedged in between them. He worked in until he was buried to the hilt, his balls pressed against her sodden cunt, then his grip moved to her hipbones. Holding her by the hips as if they were handles, he began to pull her asshole up and down on his cock as if he were drawing a tight-fitting boot over a foot.
She squirmed, helping him.
Some wonderful reverse peristalsis within her asshole began to flutter and ripple up his rod.
The resistance was gone. His buttery dick began to slide in and out fluidly as he shoveled the meat to her with vigor, his belly banging against her ass and his balls slapping into her crotch as he rooted in to the depths.
Barbara moaned, grinding her ass back, screwing her asshole onto his cock.
Howling like a wounded buffalo, Ray banged his prick in and hosed her bowels with hot cum.
He drew back, his slippery dick sliding free.
Barbara didn't move, other than to grind her hips and hike her ass up and down. Taking the hint, Karl took up his stance behind her, his dick hard once more, and fed another load of big cock to her asshole.
He creamed in her ass and she came with him, her hot cuntjuice dripping onto the table and melting the butter.
And so, in the end, they managed to get some variety into their love life that morning.
Although Barbara still wanted to find a fourth to make up the next cluster-fuck, she was no longer in such a hurry – no longer bored. They didn't go out looking for someone. They stayed home.
Barbara's house was on Elmhurst Drive. And as fate would have it, Elmhurst Drive was where Sarah Walters was collecting for charity.