Wyoma poured three scoops of commercial grade ground coffee into the giant urn, turned the valve to feed water into the system, and flicked the switch.
She turned to the task of opening another twenty-pound can. She liked working with Ken again, in the business. She was glad Laura had quit and left town.
She heard voices in the office. Ken with a customer, she imagined – except the other voice sounded like Polly's!
Wyoma frowned. Why was Polly here? To tell Ken secrets? Wyoma went to the door and quietly, slowly, turned the knob and eased the solid door open just a crack.
Yes, it was Polly. She was standing by Ken's desk, leaning over, showing her big milky white breasts in a low-cut red blouse. Her ass filled pink jeans.
Wyoma listened intently to the conversation.
Polly said teasingly: "Kenny, seriously, don't you know me? I'm Polly Wilson now, but about nineteen years ago I was Polly Rogette. Umm? Remember?"
Ken scowled, studying her. Then his eyes and mouth opened widely. "Polly? My God, I don't believe it!"
She laughed, delighted. "Quite a change from the fat, sloppy, stringy-haired little wimp of a college girl you knew then, hmm?"
Ken's eyes scanned her body. He grinned. "Better believe it."
"The best thing you ever did for me was drop me like that. I bounced into a pretty good marriage… to another wimp. Jim Wilson. But we've both changed. Wowee, have we changed!"
"You never know how thing's will turn out."
"How true. But I never forgot you, Kenny. Especially, I never forgot that wonderful horse-cock of yours."
Ken was startled for a second. He laughed. "I never forgot you were the only girl who could take it all."
Polly nodded, smiling suggestively. "Umm. And now that I've rediscovered you, I want to take it again."
He laughed. "You've gotten bold as hell."
"Bolder than that." Polly went around his desk and kissed him. Her small hand rubbed the crotch of his tan slacks.
Wyoma, watching, held her breath. She knew Ken had been fucking Laura. She hadn't cared. Now she felt twinges of jealousy and possessiveness. But she also knew Polly was a swinger, a sensualist, a lover of fucking for fucking's sake. Polly didn't want Ken for keeps.
Ken succumbed for long seconds. Wyoma knew how overpoweringly sexual and luscious Polly's kisses were. She saw how skillfully Polly stroked and caressed the swelling cockbulge in Ken's slacks.
Polly had unzipped his pants and was slipping her hand inside when he pushed her away. "Hey, I've got a wife…"
"I know Wyoma. We've met. We're very close. The coincidence is – you live in space number forty-seven at Elite Estates, and Jim and I rent the trailer in space fifty-two."
"Yeah. Well, Wyoma's in the next room." Wyoma opened the door wide. "Listening and watching," she said.
She smiled at Ken's expression. She felt bold and daring. Her fucking with Polly had cracked her shell and let a new Wyoma emerge. Wyoma went to the office door and locked it. She reached to pull the blinds.
"I don't mind if you – if you fuck Polly. I'd like to watch."
Ken appeared shocked. Polly smiled. "That's fine with me. I like an audience." She closed in on Ken again. "We can have us a three-way, if you want." Her hand delved again into his slacks, and this time he didn't resist.
Ken stared at Wyoma. "What's gotten into you?"
Wyoma came close to the desk to watch Polly draw forth Ken's giant cock. The thick, rubbery prickshaft bent as it was pulled free, then wobbled into the air, amazingly large, the fat cockhead showing a drop of pre-cum already.
Wyoma went to her knees on the padded carpeting beside Ken's swivel chair. "Nothing very much," she said, thinking of Polly's finger in her asshole. "I just realized a few important things."
Polly went to her knees on the other side of Ken's chair. She hadn't let go of his huge cock. She asked Wyoma, her green eyes sparkling: "Care to join me for lunch?" She waggled his prick to show her meaning.
Wyoma nodded. She unplugged, the office phone from the floor jack. She clasped Ken's cock, too, above Polly's hold. She took the first suck.
Ken stared as Wyoma pulled his massive cockshaft to her open mouth and engulfed the cockhead. Her tongue swiveled and slithered. She wasn't fooling around!
Polly cupped his big heavy balls in a warm little hand and lifted them to her greedy mouth. She slurped the fat cum-makers into her hot mouth, one after the other. She suckled his balls artfully, rolling them on her tongue, gently moving them from cheek to cheek like a cud.
Ken slumped lower in the creaking chair. His prick was rigid now. It towered above his lap.
He watched the two women worshiping his monster cock. Wyoma's behavior was surprising as hell! But he admitted he liked what was going on. He wondered where in hell it was going to end. As for Polly! One minute she walks in – a stranger – and the next minute she's hauling his cock out and sucking his balls!
But this was a new, wild, exciting scene for Ken. He wasn't about to do anything to stop it. His wife and Polly obviously knew each other well, and just as obviously Wyoma was a changed woman.
He put his hands on their necks and played finger games with their hair as Wyoma mouthed his huge prick. He sighed with pleasure.
Wyoma sucked his prick for two minutes, then lifted her hot, wet mouth from it and said: "Want it for a while?"
Polly nodded and let his balls slip from her mouth. With almost the same motion, she took his cockhead in. She sucked as if she was sure his cock was the fountain of youth. She moaned passionately as she slurped and slobbered over the monster prick.
Wyoma watched Polly suck with an appreciative, expert eye. The little redhead was taking the cockhead and three inches of the thick shaft – taking it into her throat. Ken was beginning to rock his hips in the chair, causing a loud squeak-squawk from the springs.
Wyoma did the ball-sucking number while Polly sucked his cock.
Ken breathed faster and faster. Now it was Wyoma again filling her mouth and upper throat with his huge cock. His pleasure was getting stronger and stronger. Wyoma ran the skin of his long, wrist-thick cockshaft up and down, up and down, to meet her straining lips. God, he wanted to come! The power of a mind-blasting orgasm was concentrating, coiling, making his guts tremble.
He grunted when Wyoma yielded his cock to Polly's voracious, lascivious mouth.
Wyoma knew Ken wasn't going to last much longer. He was panting hard and his loins were jerking the incredibly stiff, thick column of his prick into Polly's clinging, sucking mouth.
Wyoma decided – as a courtesy – to let Polly have the first big spurt of cum. She whispered to Polly: "Get him over the edge, then pass the gusher."
Dolly was sucking fervently, as aware as Wyoma how close Ken was. She made some sounds in her throat.
Wyoma licked the thick, pulsing sides of the massive cock, below the cockhead, which was buried in Polly's sensual mouth.
Ken made a quivering guttural sound. He gasped loudly, and his body stiffened. His prick was enormous. Polly sucked his cock wildly.
Abruptly, he shouted: "Ahhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!" And his monster cock spasmed visibly. Polly lifted her mouth off his swollen cockhead.
Watching, Wyoma almost flinched at the jet of hot white cum that shot from the tiny slit on his cockhead into Polly's waiting, open mouth.
Then Wyoma instantly yanked Ken's cum spouting cock to her own mouth and clamped her lips tightly on the prickhead. But not before one thick spurt of cum splattered on her forehead.
Wyoma felt a fierce joy, a strange power, as Ken continued to spurt jism into her suctioning mouth. He was bellowing freely and thrashing in the chair as her tongue lashed the flowing cum into a froth against his sensitive, overloaded pleasure nerves.
She loved the taste of his cum. She loved sucking his prick. And she had an idea that soon she would love being fucked by him.
Wyoma felt a tug on Ken's cock. Polly wanted it back.
Wyoma gave the cock up and sat back on her heels, watching the final throes of Ken's powerful climax. Cum dripped down from her forehead and flowed down the left side of her nose. She watched Polly greedily sucking the last few spurts, the diminishing pulses, the oozings. Wyoma stuck her tongue out and licked cool drops of thick slow-moving cum from her upper lip.
Ken finally had to sob out: "Stop, for Christ's sake!" he pushed Polly's head away with shaking hands.
Polly continued holding his cock upright. She watched it and her green eyes glowed. "That was good! That was a good one! You shoot off better than I remembered, Kenny."
"Shiiiit!" He grinned ruefully. "God! Yeah. Well, I've had a lot of practice. Wyoma would rather suck me off than have me fuck her."
Wyoma said quickly; "That was then. I've learned a lot from Polly about myself."
Polly smiled, swallowed the cum in her mouth, and leaned forward to delicately lick the last residue of oozing cum from Ken's giant cock.
His cock was becoming limber, subtly shrinking, drooping over Polly's gripping hand.
Polly let his limp prick fall and turned to Wyoma. "Now, what about our fun?"
Wyoma felt her cunt warming up. Her nipples tingled with anticipation. She brushed back her straight blonde hair and returned the smile. She was getting a kick out of being different and surprising Ken.
She asked: "What did you have in mind?" She began to take off her smock.
Polly said: "We could give Kenny a show. We could do a bit of sixty-nine, for instance." She stood up to skin down her pink jeans.
Ken sat in his chair, shaking his head, his big cock unattended and still as a dead pink snake, and watched his wife and his former girlfriend strip naked. "I don't believe this."
Polly stepped out of her pink panties and was stark naked. Her proud tits rode big and round on her small chest. Their nipples were puffed and crinkled. Her small cunt bush showed wetness at her pussy lips.
Wyoma by that time was also down to her panties. She thumb-hooked them down over her bony hips and let them slide down her long slender legs to the carpet. She stepped clear of them and welcomed Polly into her arms.
Ken gaped as his wife joined Polly in an obviously passionate tongue kiss. As he watched their soft hands roaming over smooth backs, rounded asses, thighs, and tits, he felt a renewed stirring of lust in his loins. His limp cock stirred.
Wyoma whispered to Polly: "I'll get on the floor."
She settled down, kissing lower and lower. She knelt on the carpet and found she could easily suckle on Polly's fat nipples. Polly was really a short woman. Short, but fully packed!
Wyoma said to her: "You eat me. Ken, when you get interested, come and fuck her. I know that's what you're both dying to try."
Ken said: "Christ, you sure have changed!"
Polly laughed, delighted. "Oh, yes, Wyoma is a new woman."
Wyoma sucked hard on Polly's big, thimble-sized nipples. They were fun to suck, since they were so big. Her nipples gave the lips and teeth something to work with.
As she suckled, Wyoma ran her hands around onto Polly's taut rounded ass cheeks, and boldly drilled a finger into the woman's puckered little asshole. She knew Ken was watching. Would it help turn him on?
Polly squirmed and wiggled with increasing excitement from the ticklish invasion. "Oh, you devil!"
With her other hand, Wyoma played in Polly's cunt lips. The little woman was juicy wet. Her clit was swollen big as a grape. Wyoma worked two fingers up into Polly's dripping, squeezing cunt. She finger-fucked slowly. She knew Ken was leaning forward, staring, rolling his chair around the end of the desk.
Polly moaned appreciatively. She couldn't stop squirming as she stood with Wyoma kneeling before her, sucking her nips, and prodding a finger in her ass while fucking two fingers in her cunt!
Polly rolled her green eyes toward Ken and saw him close, slipping off his swivel chair. He was pushing down his slacks. His shirt was open. His monster cock was standing out from his loins in a magnificent hard-on. He was ready again!
She suggested to Wyoma: "Sit on the chair so I can eat you easier."
Wyoma nodded, understanding. This way Polly would be on all fours, with her hot cunt available to Ken from behind.
As Ken peeled off his undershirt, Wyoma reached, dragged the chair close, and sat in it. She tilted back in it and hooked her lean thighs over the padded arms. Her pussy gaped, pink and wet. Her big, sloping tits bore aroused, rigid nipples. She smiled loosely, fingered back stray blonde strands, and welcomed Polly's head into the soft, musky gorge between her open thighs.
Wyoma took a quick, deep breath as Polly's cunning tongue snaked into her cunt and found the vibrant little pink clit.
She watched Ken throw down his undershirt. He was stark naked, a husky, powerfully built man with an enormous prick which swung from his loins in long, heavy swoops when he moved. The cockhead was again dewed with a drop of clear pre-cum.
Their eyes met. Wyoma smiled and nodded. She pointed to Polly's naked, taut ass. "Do it, darling. I want you to."
Polly heard and stabbed Wyoma's tingling clit with a complicated, erotic series of tongue touches that made Wyoma catch her breath and sigh. She petted Polly's red hair appreciatively.
Ken went to his knees behind Polly. He put his big, strong hands on her plump white ass and caressed the ass cheeks. His thumbs rode into the crack and tickled her asshole.
"You want it in the ass or cunt?" Ken asked.
Polly raised her mouth from Wyoma's flushed pussy. She laughed. "My cunt, you prick."
He chuckled, joining in the laughter. Polly's sex-is-fun attitude was disarming and attractive. Why not, if nobody cared? Wyoma had obviously adopted that philosophy. She wanted Ken to enjoy himself, to fuck Polly, and she wanted Polly to have what she wanted – his huge cock fucking to the hilt in her cunt. Ken nevertheless caught Wyoma's eye and silently mouthed the words: "I love you."
She smiled and nodded understanding. She made a kiss with her lips.
Ken reached to the other chair beside his big desk and pulled its sponge-rubber seat cushion to the carpet. He said to Polly: "You're too low. Get your knees on this."
After a moment of adjusting, Polly was once more greedily licking into Wyoma's pink cunt gash, and Ken was prodding his huge cock into her dripping crotch.
Wyoma watched, fascinated, as Ken worked his fat cockhead into Polly's cunt. She couldn't see the actual insertion, but she knew exactly what was happening from their reactions.
Polly waggled her little rounded hips and pressed back against the big purplish cockknob. Ken peered down, fiercely intent, and gripped his stiff monster prick near the head. He rubbed the cocktip up and down in Polly's sloppy wet cunt lips to make the invasion easier.
Then Ken seated the prick-knob against her inner cunt mouth and reached forward for leverage by hooking his free hand over her shoulder.
He fucked his cock into Polly's spasming cunt.
Wyoma felt Polly stiffen, felt the woman's devilish tongue stop and heard a muffled groan. She knew exactly what Polly was experiencing.
Ken fucked deeper, deeper, deeper! He pivoted his hips smoothly, pistoning his huge, thick cockshaft ever deeper in Polly's tight, hot cunt. He began breathing faster.
Polly was gasping against Wyoma's open pussy. She was gripping the base of the swivel chair so hard her knuckles were white.
Wyoma watched the massive prickshaft slowly disappear into Polly's small white body. She found it hard to believe this petite woman could ever have taken Ken's huge prick, much less take it now!
But Ken's hips lurched to and fro, and more and more of his monster cock slid out, wet with the tiny woman's sticky pussy juices, then fucked in to plumb her clenching depths.
Polly was breathing fast, her face still pressed against Wyoma's slippery cunt, and she finally resumed her tantalizing, exciting licking of the clit.
Ken lifted his hot-eyed gaze to Wyoma's, and flicked a smile. But his mind was centered on his massive cock as it was fucked deeper into Polly's tight, slippery cunt.
Wyoma was comfortable in the big, tilt back desk chair. Her knees were hooked easily over the padded, leatherette arms. She was enjoying his situation very much. Polly's lapping, swirling tongue on her hard little clit was getting her pussy steamy. Wyoma realized she was going to come! And soon!
It seemed the more wild, uninhibited sexual activity she let herself indulge in, the more her guilts and frigidity from childhood were broken down, and the quicker she responded to sex contact.
If I keep this up, she thought, I'll be coming off every five minutes!
Polly groaned almost constantly as Ken powered his monster prick to the nine-inch mark. He was panting, eyes closed, licking his lips, gripping Polly's small hips as he fucked his cock almost all the way in.
The groaning, quavering sound was an added excitement for Wyoma as the vibration permeated her loins. But it was Polly's lashing tongue that had her panting, too. She arched her back as she enjoyed the sweet, hot luxury of being in the brink of a strong climax. Her insides were trembling. Her tits ached deliciously. She played with her nipples, teasing herself more.
Ken was panting hoarsely as he finally fucked his giant cock all the way in. His loins smacked Polly's vulnerable ass.
Polly visibly shuddered repeatedly. She groaned and for a few seconds pressed her mouth onto Wyoma's thigh and bit hard. Then she writhed in place and resumed her slavish eating of Wyoma's steamy cunt.
Wyoma caressed Polly's messed-up red hair and didn't resist the need to lock her fingers on the back of the woman's head and pull her face tightly to her spasming cunt.
Ken was becoming ferocious in his fuck plunges. He was fucking like a demon, sobbing for air, neck muscles taut, almost there, almost over the top, almost in the special, overpowering heaven of orgasm.
Polly was being butted hard, and the force rocked her face firmly against Wyoma's splayed, puffy cunt. She kept her agile little tongue on Wyoma's clit and let the jolts provide a special pressure and movement.
Wyoma's belly sucked and heaved. She was going off! She gasped: "Ken! Ken!"
He looked up and she saw the sweet agony of intense climax in his eyes. His face was a mask of lust.
Their eyes locked. He choked out a cry and fucked into Polly's convulsing pussy guts like a madman. His mouth contorted to a grimace.
Yet, still their eyes were locked. They watched each other come.
Wyoma shook and whimpered. She dug strong fingers into Polly's scalp. She ground her cunt against the woman's jerking mouth and, tongue.
Polly tore her mouth free of Wyoma's cunt and trembling inner thighs. She lifted her smeared, agonized face and cried: "Oh! Oh! Uhh! Uhh! Unnnnngh! Unnnnnnnnngh!"
Her green eyes were glazed. She was barely conscious. She was racked by his massive fuck plunges. She was jolted forward again and again and again!
Ken fucked his giant cock in to the hilt and held it there, grinding every possible bit of cockshaft into Polly's straining cunt.
Polly wailed helplessly. Her head flopped and jerked. Dozens of muscles in her body began to twitch.
Then Ken released her and fell back. His incredibly long, thick cock slithered out of her pussy, coated with cum and fuck juices, and still dribbling fresh cum.
He sat back on his heels and stared dully at Wyoma. He drew huge, deep sighing breaths.
Polly sprawled sideways and slowly straightened her short legs. Her fingers dug into the carpet. She rolled slowly over onto her back. She stared up at the ceiling. Her soft belly jumped and quivered without pause. Ken looked from one naked woman to the other. He slowly grinned. He got to his feet. "Anybody want some steaming-hot coffee?" Polly and Wyoma looked at each other, and for some reason each burst into laughter.