I woke up with a start. My alarm clock hadn't buzzed me awake. I grabbed it and stared, fuzzily, at the hands. Ten o'clock! I'd been so knocked out when I tumbled into bed, I had not even set the alarm!
But what was that ringing in my ears? Where was everyone? The house was quiet as a tomb. Whoever was punching the door bell would not give up.
I shuffled down the hall, wrapping my short robe around my nakedness. I cursed all early callers in the world. As punchy as I was, my pussy was wide awake. Was I always going to be hot to fuck, every waking minute? Well, there were worse things that could happen to me. My hand slipped under my robe and cupped my moist pussy.
The salesman at the door launched into a long story about the 'Wonder Pads' he was selling, mumbling something through the screen door about how they would improve any woman's figure when they were tucked into the sides of her bra. He spoke with a pronounced lisp, and his gestures, waving the bra pads at me, were as feminine as if he'd been wearing heels and hose. His hair was dyed a fruity blonde color and marcelled into tight little ringlets. He never seemed to notice that my robe was more than half-open, and that I was still fingering my jumpy clit.
Well, shit! I thought. I'm so late already, what's another few minutes? I was curious about his damn bra pads. They just might be something P.F.P. could wholesale. Even though the family was out, what harm could this gay huckster do?
I opened the door and motioned him to come on in. Why, I don't know, but I padded back down the hall to my bedroom. He swished right behind me into the room, babbling about how my breasts would be charmingly and excitingly re-shaped when pushed together by his marvelous product. Already, I was growing tired of hearing his high-pitched chatter.
I sat on the edge of my bed, rubbing my eyes and trying to become fully awake. "O.K.," I muttered to him. "Let me try those wonder gadgets of yours." I looked up. "Oh, no!" I gasped.
"Oh, yes, baby," he grinned down at me. Smack in front of my face was what had to be the biggest, hardest cock in all of Los Angeles, at this early hours. It looked as big as "The Horny Woman's Home Companion", one of P.F.P.'s best sellers.
"Surprise, little girl! Now if you just lay back on that bed, I'll demonstrate a device that's as old as Adam but as new as tomorrow!"
"You bastard!" I groaned.
"I don't think so, although I'll ask my mom about it if you really want me to." His firm hands ripped my robe away and gripped my knees. I could not keep them together. He was as strong as a horny bull.
"Fooled you with my gay act, didn't I? Gets 'em every time. Swish! Right into the bedroom."
"So rape is really your bag," I snapped at him. "Oh, no, sugar. Rape is a very nasty word. Let's just say I'm going to show my cock a good time, and you are going to help. Relax. You'll love every stroke. Damn it, hold still, at least until I get your pew friend in your cunt!"
"No way are you going to shove that ten pound hunk of – ah! Oh, Lord. Easy with that thing. Aaaawwwwghhh! Jesus! You've got ball bearings in your hips, you fucker!"
He had my cunt right at the edge of the mattress, spreading my cringing wet lips and stretching my hole. My legs were laid back against my tits.
"Hah!" His gasp was explosive as he slid his monster cock smack into my twitching cunt. "Love that pussy of yours, baby. Nice… tight just slick enough. Come on, move that ass! Fuck, Sugar Hole, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"You get no help from me, you blonde cunt jammer," I snarled at him. "Go ahead. Rape me. Just wait until I tell the police about this."
"You ain't gonna tell no one, luv," he grinned, screwing me all the faster. "Who would believe you? Hey, you got a set of boobs that jiggle nicer than any I've seen this morning."
"Is this call number three or number four?" I asked him sarcastically. But by now, my cunt was off on a trip all by itself, gripping his thick dong with joyous ripples of delight. "Aaaaah! Damn you. You've got a maddening, big cock! Unnnnf! Wild, wild, wild! Fuck my hole, you rapist. G-God, you're k-k-killing me!"
"No better way to go. You love it. Admit it! Yeah, dig those heels into my ass. That's the way. Work your butt! Work it, work it!" he chanted, slamming his blockbuster into my sopping hole.
I never would have believed my cunt would betray me this way. I loved every stinging, pounding, bruising thrust of his rigid whang. In spite of myself, my arms went around his neck. My tits mashed against his hairy chest. My hips worked with the steady rhythm of a piledriver. I took every inch of him. The ceiling disappeared in a foggy haze. I could hear my bedsprings complaining and my own rasping breathing growing louder and louder in my buzzing ears.
"Come, damn you! Come in me. I want to feel it. Now! Right how. Shoot that gun in me… yesssss, that way. Eeeeeeaaahh!"
He fell on his sweaty ass on my rug, holding his cock and making an ugly face, ugly from the pain of his explosion in my aching cunt.
"Fuckin' A," he moaned. "I gotta take a break. No more calls till late this afternoon. Whew! That one hurt."
"Tough shit!" I told him. I grabbed for my robe. "Now that you've gotten your pussy ration for the next couple of hours, will you get the fuck out of my house?"
He struggled to his feet, clutching my bed for support. His heavy red tool hung down and dripped cum on his shoes. He turned and shuffled back to the front door. It was kind of late for such a dumb gesture, but I slammed it after him and locked it with the dead bolt. I had to get my shaky ass moving and get washed up and down to the office. I bet myself it would be a damn cold day in hell before I let another salesman into the house.
But my pussy felt toned up, and in fighting trim! Later, it was hard to think straight, to listen closely to Alan's brisk voice as he waded through the stack of notes and dictated letter after letter. My hand began to cramp. My pussy, hot between my crossed legs, was giving me what-for all over again. I rubbed my aching titties with my free hand, scribbling my shorthand notes over page after page. Suddenly, I grinned and looked up at Alan.
"Do you know you just ordered three cases of breasts?" I asked him.
"What! I did! Well for…" He made a gesture of impatience, then he laughed. "That's what I get for watching your beautiful boobs peeking out of your blouse. Judy, will you please keep your free hand off them?"
"What will I do with it?" I asked him.
"Hell, I don't know. That's your problem. One more letter and we go to bed. I mean, to lunch, darn it!"
His buzzer sounded. "Who? Sure. Put him on. Bill! What's up?" He listened for a long minute, nodding and staring into the deep valley between my half-exposed breasts. I made myself a mental note to stir up Alan by wearing even more low-cut blouses to the office.
"Well, she hasn't been told much about our testing machines as yet, Bill. Oh, yes, I'm sure she would be willing to help… even enjoy the work. Todd tells me she's no stranger to the feel of your cock. O.K. Yes. In one hour." He winked at me.
When I got back to the office after lunch, I had to use my key to get in. I thought the place was deserted, it was so quiet, but when I opened the door to the inner office, Alan and Bill had their heads together over one of the units by the big couch. To my surprise, they were both stark naked. My pussy began to itch!
"Judy! Fed and watered? Ready to go to work?" Bill smiled cheerfully. His long, slender cock arched out over his full, round balls. Alan's cock, as big as it was, looked like a little Boy Scout's beside Bill.
I hugged Bill and happily let him undress me completely. My hands kept brushing against the cocks of both while he stripped me. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster, anticipating the feel of their rising dicks.
"We are going to test a line of condoms, Judy. Rubbers, if you will," Alan told me.
"Nuts!" I exclaimed. "Sex with your socks on."
"No, indeed. At least, the manufacturer claims there's no loss of sensitivity. That's what we are going to find out, with the help of Betsy, here." He patted the gleaming chrome and enamel machine with its strange looking dials and wires stringing mat from it.
Bill slid one of the condoms down over his broad thumb. I could see right through it. I could see something else, too, and my pussy began to quiver. The rubber was covered with scores of tiny studs sticking up all over it! I bet it would feel like a miniature rake, dragging against my sensitive cunt walls.
"It's called the Ruff-Tuff Rider," Bill grinned. "Almost 500 little projections to give you irresistible sensations that will make your cunt beg for more."
Alan explained that, if I didn't mind, he would first fuck me, cock naked – with the machine attached to me! Then Bill, wearing the pussy pleaser, would take over. The tiny electrodes that fastened painlessly to my body would record my pulse, temperature and rate of breathing, and the intensity of nerve impulses that were bound to whip through my body during the test. The readout would show, on the meters and inked tracings on the moving paper strip from the unit, how excited and responsive I became, first getting screwed without the condom, then with it.
I stretched out luxuriously on the soft leather couch. I noticed my nipples were stiff already. I pressed the soles of my bare feet together and eased them toward my body, making my moist cunt open like a flower as my thighs parted. I felt very, very good, tingling and eager. This would be a far cry from the rough banging I'd gotten in my own bed before I came down to the office.
Bill flipped switches and, pushed buttons as Alan's flushed face came closer and closer to my open pussy. When his tongue touched my erect clitty, my cool vanished like a tiny puff of smoke. My fingers brushed over his silvery thatch of hair, down his smooth cheeks and straight for my cunt. I pinched my clit and tugged it up and out so I could enjoy every sensation it could give me while he licked and sucked skillfully on it. I began to shake. My mouth abruptly went dry. My hips came up off the couch. Alan was a real cuntmaster with his mouth. I heard a low, shuddering moan – it was my own voice!
"Suck me, Alan darling. Oh, man, suck me, suck me!" Already, everything was getting hazy and fuzzy. I was aware of Bill frowning and clucking to himself in amazement as the machine dials began registering what was happening in my hot body.
"This girl is going to blow every fucking fuse in the unit," he muttered, rapidly adjusting voltages and flipping even more switches.
"Now, Bill?" Alan's voice sounded like a little boy begging to have someone play with his stiff dick.
"Might as well put your cock in," Bill said. "The wacky needles are almost to the edge of their limits already."
"Oh, Alan. Do you ever feel good in me! Woooo! Hold me tighter, I'm going to slip right off this sweaty leather couch and bust all my wires!" I cried as he lunged into me.
Alan smoothly rode his stiff cock in and out of my slippery cunt. He fucked with kind of an odd gait that was hard to match with my hips. I settled for trying, unsuccessfully, to relax and just enjoy the fullness of my pussy and the pulsing of his cock inside me. Much too soon, he grew hotter and harder, then came.
"Nnnnnnnoooooo!" I wailed. "Not already!"
He heaved himself up to a sitting position and then tested his legs to see if he dared try standing up on the floor.
"Fuck a duck," he muttered angrily to himself. "I lasted longer the very first time I got laid. Well Bill, thank fortune there are two of us here. Take over."
Bill clucked sympathetically, patting Alan on his sweaty shoulder. "Hey! Don't feel bad. This hot female could get a brass monkey in an uproar. I may not do that much better. Here, watch this stupid machine. Judy, help me push this hard cock of mine… oh balls… gotta put the fucking condom on first. I'm glad I'm so cool and collected about all this."
"Please! Get the Rider on, Bill. I need a cock in me, right this minute! Mmmmmm, look at my finger. It's rubbing my clit so fast, it's all blurry."
Bill shuffled on his knees between my open legs. He was so long and stiff I unconsciously cringed a little when I felt his cockhead at the entrance to tunnel. Slowly, ever so slowly, he cased into me. I heard a long, drawn-out sigh escape me. I tried to relax so he could get all the way in, but when my pussy felt those little raised studs dragging against my clenched cuntwalls, my heels dug into the couch and I started to scramble backwards.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm so fucking hot! Hold me tight, Bill. Don't let me pull away from you. It's just that the condom feels so… so… ah screw me!" I started screaming. "Fuck my snatch! Fuck it clear off. Do it, do it, do it. Oh, Mother! I'm coming! Coming, coming, coming," I chanted like an African native. My eyes closed. I felt myself slipping far away. I knew I wasn't doing a thing to help Bill enjoy himself. My cunt was positively on fire! A thousand little red devils were raking up a million fluttering leaves inside my cunt. 500 – 500 little studs! "Five hundred, five hundred," I kept moaning as I came and came. Bill had to hold me down with all his strength to keep me from ripping the wires right out of their sockets in the machine.
"Jesus H. Christ Almighty!" I groaned. "My poor little pussy! Did you come, Bill?"
"I don't know. I guess so. I felt like I was coming, all the time I was in you. You have a grip I can't believe, inside there. Damn near ripped the stupid condom right off me."
He peered inside the slippery tube. "Yep. I did. Shit! These fucking gadgets. For a man to have to peek to know if he came! Ridiculous!"
Alan stood staring at the machine tapes and shaking his head. "We never got readings like these before, Bill. No, Judy, don't get that gleam in your eye. We are not going to do another test. I need a cool drink and a cock splint and two aspirin. Bill?"
"Never heard of anyone by that name," Bill laughed, gingerly holding his limp dick.
"I'm still roaring hot. I want to screw." I hollered. "Where is Mildred? O.K., Todd?"
"Push the buzzer, Alan. Get Mildred in here. Maybe she can suck this hot babe into calming down at least a little," Bill suggested.
"Some damsel in distress want a good man?" I heard a booming voice asking.
"Todd! Darling. Are you ever needed right now!" I sobbed. I couldn't get up to hug him, not with all the wires still attached to me. I reached down and held my cunt open with my shaking fingers. "In here. Right in here!"