So we start taking a look around. The only other things she seems to own beyond Mickey’s silverware are framed pictures of the two of them together.
“We usually start with, like, an egg…” I hear Curtis giving instructions to Mrs. Heartfield. It may be the first time I’ve seen him act somewhat polite. “Then some oatmeal. Are those shredded oats? Maybe it doesn’t matter.”
Listening to him was comical. I hear her offering Curtis a chocolate truffle, then she is insisting. “Just as long as there aren’t any nu—” his voice is muffled by chewing after she stuffs one in his mouth.
I continue my perusing. Running down the beach, camping in front of an old log cabin, hugging at the Disneyland entrance — they always look so happy in all the pictures. Poor Mrs. Heartfield. I was feeling like such an asshole.
“Hey, asshole — what’s in here?” Chrissy motions for me to come over. I realize that it’s the two of us alone together again.
“Don’t you have raisins? Prunes might not work…” Curtis’s voice goes soft then quiet as we enter what is apparently Mrs. Heartfield’s bedroom.
Chrissy is laughing hysterically and pointing to one corner of the room. Sitting on a nightstand beside the bed is a giant purple dildo, at least ten inches long. Chrissy goes over to examine it more closely.
“Oh my god.” She’s poking at something on the purple shaft. “This is a mold of Mickey Heartfield’s cock. Look, his name is inscribed right here.” I am in utter disbelief. You are a naughty woman, Mrs. Heartfield.
“I want you to fuck me with it.” But Chrissy was naughtier.
I am speechless. She kicks off her flip flops onto the warm, wool carpet and tells me to lock the door. There is no lock, so I feign the motions and jiggle the handle a bit instead.
This was happening.
Chrissy’s shorts are already at her ankles. She steps out of them gracefully and lies down atop the floral bedspread. I move hastily to get my shirt off and get it stuck between my elbows.
By the time it’s off she is spread eagle and using one hand underneath scarlet panties to finger her clit.
“Mmm,” she moans as she begins to slowly deep throat the dildo with her other hand. I feel myself getting hard. I reach into my pants and give my cock a few gentle strokes before pulling it out.
Her eyes light up. I can tell she wants it bad. She slides Mr. Heartfield’s cock deeper and deeper down the back of her throat. The cock is monstrously huge, but she can almost take it whole. Her dark mascara is starting to run. A few tears are rolling down her pale doll face.
She wants to prove that she can take the whole thing, balls deep.
The lust in her eyes when she looks at me makes me wet. She is going to do it. She tilts her head up at the ceiling and pushes the back of it with her finger tips like she was going to swallow it.
I don’t believe it, the entire thing is down her throat. Her gagging is the sound of gargled spit.
She grips the back of it with her glittery nails and has to tug hard for it to budge. She gags some more and pulls on it slowly. She is slurping along the shaft and purple rubber just keeps coming out.
Her tongue leaves behind a thick streak of drippy saliva as all ten inches emerge from her luscious, cherry red lips. With one more gag she has it out at last.
“Now I want you to stick it in my pussy.” Her panties are soaking wet now. I leave my boxers on the floor and hop up onto the bed. I get up between her legs so one hand is on each knee.
My hands travel down to her hips and tug at the lacey waistline of her panties with both hands.
The panties slide smoothly up her legs and off the toes, which are pedicured to match the design on her nails. She hands me the dildo and I use the tip to stimulate her clit some more.
She wraps her legs around my neck, staring up at me with eyes dripping of black mascara down to her flush cheeks.
Then I thrust the giant purple thing deep into her pussy and she has to stifle a scream. I start banging her with it fast and hard. Her grimace of pain turns to an expression of immense pleasure as eyes roll to the back of her head. I can tell she is enjoying this.
The black lace bra she’s still wearing is keeping her enormous tits pressed together, and they’re bouncing up and down with each gyration of her hips.
“Mmm, let me lick it it baby.” I thought she only called Curtis that. Oh well, I am the one fucking her now. I slowly pull out the dildo, which is now thoroughly glazed in her wet juices, and circle the tip of it around her lips.
Chrissy licks up and down the shaft, sucking and slurping on parts of it with her lips. The mold of Mr. Heartfield’s dick is marked all over by thick blotches of red from her lipstick.
She grabs hold of it with both hands and brings it back down to her twat. See flashes a devilish smile.
“Fuck me hard in the ass. I’m going to squirt all over this bitch’s sheets.” Chrissy is cruel and heartless, but she knows how to fuck.
I swing her around by the legs so we’re facing the door and she lets out a gleeful yelp.
I spread my knees to get myself stabilized and flip her on the stomach — I am going to drill the fuck out of Chrissy’s ass. She spreads her ass cheeks wide and winks at me with her asshole a few times, giggling.
She grabs hold of Mr. Heartfield’s cock and bangs her pussy with it some more. She moans loud and long. I have to reach from behind and cup her mouth in my hand to keep her quiet so they won’t hear us from the kitchen.
I put my face between her ass cheeks and trace my tongue down the crack until I reach the anus. I circle around her hole with my tongue for for awhile, then use the tip of it to enter just inside her soft flesh.
Then I push deeper. Her back arches and I feel her hot breath against my palm as she lets out a muffled cry. I grab my stone hard, throbbing cock and get the head up against her asshole.
It’s soft and dripping wet.
I thrust my pelvis forward and feel my cock slip into her tight asshole. It feels so good that I forget to keep a hand on her mouth to stop her from screaming. She wails and I know they must have heard us.
We have to finish this quick.
I start pile driving her ass with reckless fervor. She is screaming and moaning with abandon. My balls are slamming against the dildo in her pussy while my cock is squeezed by her tight asshole.
I can hear someone coming.
“I—I’m going to cum! Fuck me harder, you piece of shit!” Chrissy is begging for more. She starts to whimper and I can tell she is really close, but I need a just little bit longer.
I snatch Mr. Heartfield’s cock from her grasp and bring it around to her front. I shove the thing down her throat and her cheeks puff out — she wasn’t expecting that.
I can hear her gargled moans, followed by footsteps behind the bedroom door. I’m so fucking close. The doorknob starts to turn, and there is a click. I know the door isn’t locked, but I had neglected to tell Chrissy that.
The door cracks open and the distinct light of polished silverware fills the room. I can feel Chrissy’s whole body writhing and I know she is cumming.
She pushes up with her ass so my cock is balls deeps, then gushes onto the messed up sheets. Her asshole clenches hard, then relaxes, then clenches hard again. The sensation is enough for me to orgasm.
I shoot a hot load of thick spunk up Chrissy’s ass as her body goes limp from ecstasy. My cock throbs with pleasure and Chrissy continues to quiver.
My chest falls on top of her and we’re a mess of sticky sweat.
I came so hard I can barely see straight, and I have to strain my neck up to see who’s there. I can make out a blurred silhouette of someone standing in the doorway.
I rub my eyes and they begin to focus. Mrs. Heartfield is staring blankly, mouth agape.
"You...” Mrs. Heartfield is at a total loss for words. Her husband’s cock mold is still lodged deep in Chrissy’s esophagus, the purple balls dangling from her bottom lip.
“Your friend,"
her mouth moves slowly, "He needs help!" The volume of her voice builds until it reaches a crescendo, and her expression changes suddenly. She is in a total a fit of panic.
* * *
Later, we found out that Curtis had gone into anaphylactic shock as a result of some nut allergy. Turns out, Mrs. Heartfield had been stuffing him full of truffles he was deathly allergic to.
In the chaos of it all, she never mentioned what she had seen and we never spoke of it. Needless to say, she didn’t show up at any more of our weekly bake sales, either. Too bad, because I know how much she loved our oatmeal raisin.
Curtis passed away that night, and me and Chrissy have been fucking like rabbits again ever since.
Curtis never did a god damn thing. Ever again.
DIRTY DEVIL
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