Lone Stranger
12-10-2011, 2:56 PM
Cul-de-Sac Living
Part 5
By
Lone Stranger
One afternoon in the neighborhood, Marianne, a gorgeous longhaired 130 lb. brunet with a model’s figure and face held a meeting of the neighborhood book club. She was wearing a purple blouse, navy blue flowing skirt, coffee-colored nylons, and black sling back pumps with 4” stiletto heels.
There were seven of them all together. There are usually eight, but Vickie was out of town.
Now it’s customary to consume a fair amount of wine at these meetings, but this time was a little different. The trouble started when Jennifer brought a bottle of tequila. Jennifer, a medium height longhaired blonde with darker streaks of highlights, wore a loose fitting flowered dress with medium tan stockings and beige high-heeled pumps. Jennifer was feeling her oats today and pretty soon all the women were well on their way to getting a snoot full. The talk about a variety of subjects began to center on the absent Vickie and how she had Stanley licking her ass. A lot of the girls, having never experienced such a thing, began speculating about such a thing felt. Well the talk grew bolder as the women grew drunker and before anyone knew it all seven of them were making their way over to Stanley’s house to try it out for themselves.
No one considered what Stanley would think of all of this or that he would have any thoughts of his own on the matter. By this time they had become a drunken mob and the only consideration was their single-minded purpose and whatever else happened, Stanley was about to eat some ass.
They burst into Stanley’s house and Karen, a tall dark haired woman with curly shoulder length hair, and self appointed leader of this group, wasted no time in hiking up her pleated skirt and removing her thong panties, and stuck out her shapely ass and demanded that Stanley start licking. Several other hands helped Stanley to his knees and pushed his helpless face into her ass and made it clear that he was expected to lick it out real good. Karen swooned, rolled her eyes and swore it was the best feeling she ever had.
After 15 or 20 minutes of feverish licking Karen’s lust was sated enough that she stepped aside and let the next girl have a turn at having her ass tongued out by Stanley.
One by one each girl in turn presented her backside to Stanley for him to dine on. Some of the women did like Karen and removed her panties completely and some just pulled them down and stuck her ass in Stanley’s face. In their drunken rush none of them even stopped to consider whether her ass was relatively clean or dirty Stanley was going to get to taste it either way.
After a couple of hours Stanley had finally finished eating the last girls ass and flopped out on the floor on his back exhausted. But the girls weren’t done with him. The ass eating had made them horny and one by one they took advantage of the prone Stanley and sat on his face to have their pussy eaten until they climaxed into his sucking mouth. Some of them just sat on his face and let him eat and lick their pussy until they orgasmed and some of them were more active and actively fucked his face with wild abandon until they too achieved the same result. By the time they all finished the phrase “rode hard and put away wet” definitely applied to Stanley and he looked it. His face and hair were covered with pussy juice and he looked well used.
The girls let Stanley lay where he lie and began standing around talking and drinking paying Stanley no mind what so ever. The trouble is they were standing on Stanley! There was always a couple of them standing on Stanley. Usually one of them was standing on his face and another one was talking to her while standing on his stomach or chest. Every now and then they would trade places or another of them would take over. They were all wearing stockings and some sort of high-heeled shoes or boots, all of them except Amy.
Amy was gorgeous. Anytime she entered a room she usually drew the most attention. She had long streaked and curly blonde hair was medium height and weighed about 120 lbs. and had the prettiest face you’ve ever seen. She was wearing beige slacks and a white blouse. She arrived at Marianne’s house without stockings and wearing spike heeled sandals, but she quickly discarded these and was going bare foot. And then when she got to Stanley’s house she again lost her shoes and chose to go bare foot. By the time she stepped up on Stanley’s face her feet were quite dirty with sweat mixed with ground-in floor dirt. She transferred that dirt to Stanley’s face as she twisted her feet about on Stanley’s face as she stood on it. Although a welcome relief from the hard, pointy high heels that had been tearing his face to shreds, the smell and pressure of her damp soles pressing with all Amy’s weight into his battered face wasn’t much improvement. Especially when she stood right on his mouth and nose and when he opened his mouth to breathe. He breathed in the bottom of her foot as she continued to stand full weight in his open mouth. He could taste the dirty soles of her feet. This was made more pronounced as she absent-mindedly dipped her dirty toes into his open mouth as she conversed with her friend completely unmindful of Stanley suffering below her dirty feet. The texture of Stanley’s face felt good on the bottom of her feet. Other than that she ignored him completely. Of course the other girls standing on his face in their dirty street shoes added considerably to the dirt on Stanley’s face and mouth and helped stimulate his taste buds as well.
It wasn’t long till someone suggested that they form a Conga line and march all over the house, including over Stanley’s body and face. Now if you can imagine seven full-grown drunk women part marching, part dancing, and part stumbling in close order up Stanley’s body and over his face, you can imagine what hell Stanley suffered through… Seven pairs of heavy feet stomping, twisting, sliding on every part of his body and face. Six pairs spike heels and one barefoot tearing into his features. It’s a wonder someone didn’t step on his eyes with a spike heel and put them out! They did step in his mouth numerous times, tearing up his cheeks, chipping teeth and cutting his tongue. They stepped right on his nose with high heels and flat heavy soles smashing it totally flat. They stepped and stomped right on his crotch and balls many times. From Stanley’s point of view it was as if he were run over by a train!
I think it was on about the fifth trip over his body that Ashley, a beautiful redhead, caught her heel in Stanley’s mouth and lost her balance causing her and Delaine, a very pretty brunet, to fall. They were the last two in line and Delaine was the first to plop with a tremendous thud right on Stanley’s chest, knocking the wind out of him. And then, just when he was trying to suck in some air, Ashley dropped with a full-weight butt drop right on his face. She landed so hard Stanley was almost knocked unconscious. As it was Ashley, being one of the girls that removed her panties earlier, landed with her naked asshole right on Stanley’s open sucking mouth. While Stanley was trying to suck some air from her asshole, Ashley immediately burst into a fit of laughter and together with Delaine she laughed so hard she lost control and farted long and hard right into Stanley’s sucking mouth. Of course this just called for more uncontrollable laughter and she farted some more right into poor Stanley’s gaping mouth. The two girls sat side by side on Stanley’s face and chest and laughed for a long time. Every time they would start to stop Ashley would fart again or something else would happen and they would just start laughing all over again. Never once did one of them consider what all this was doing to poor Stanley, he was just something they were sitting on. Stanley, having nothing to breathe but Ashley’s ass, was right on the verge of passing out when Delaine managed to get to her feet and pull Ashley off Stanley’s face. But not without dropping her back one time as she lost her grip and Ashley’s ass came crashing back down on Stanley’s battered face.
Finally the party started to break up and one-by-one the girls left by walking right over Stanley’s face as they went out the door. When Amy started to go she gathered up her shoes, but before she put them on she had Stanley stick out his tongue and stood on his face a wiped her dirty bare feet on his tongue until they were clean. There was a lot of ground in dirt so Stanley got to taste them real good by the time they were clean. When clean Amy put on her spike heeled sandals while still standing on Stanley’s face and then walked over it and out the door.
Lomita, a tall dark shapely Latino woman with long wavy black hair watched Amy with great interest. When Amy finished getting her feet cleaned Lomita stepped up onto Stanley’s chest in her black stiletto pumps and sheer black stockings with reinforced heel and toe and said, “If you like the taste of dirty feet so much you’ll love mine.” Saying this she stepped out of her pumps and onto Stanley’s face with her sweaty nylon stockinged feet. She had him stick out his tongue and she proceeded to wipe her damp black stockinged feet all over his face and tongue just as Amy had done. “How do you like the taste of those?” she inquired as Stanley proceeded to lick her feet spotlessly clean. After about 20 minutes of careful attention Lomita, satisfied that her feet were clean and all the sweat and foot dirt had been transferred to Stanley’s mouth and tongue, stepped back into her stilettos and walked over Stanley’s face and out the door.
The last to leave was Corrine. She was a good looking Italian woman with full straight black hair and a large build, not at all fat, but just big all over and at about 160 lbs. was the heaviest of the women. She wore navy colored skirt, black stockings and wicked looking stilettos with a 4” narrow heel. Corrine decided to leave Stanley a little present. Her washing machine had been on the fritz for about a week now and she had been wearing the panties she had on for about three days now and they were getting a little ripe. She struggled to stand on Stanley’s chest with one foot, the heel of her shoe digging in so deep it was bound to leave a mark, while she wiggled out of the panties. When she had them off she walked up on his collarbone stooped over and placed the filthy panties in Stanley’s mouth with the very damp gusset right on his tongue for him to enjoy. Then she straightened up and as she strode over his hapless face said, “There is a little memento of our visit. You can enjoy those panties for supper!” And she too walked out the door leaving Stanley alone.
Stanley was so beat up and exhausted from his ordeal that he just lay there on the floor unmoving all evening. As it turned out those panties were the only things he had for supper that night.
In the weeks and months that followed Stanley never had to want for the presence of a beautiful woman. They were all around him. But he never got to enjoy them, unless you count enjoying the taste of their ass or feet, or their dirty shoes or their pissing in his mouth for desert. He did get plenty of that as well as all of the pain he could stand and then some as they stood and walked on him and sat on his face for pleasure. His face would never again be the same as so many women had walked on it with high heels it was totally destroyed. For some reason they all seemed to want to walk or stand on his face! Anyway such was Stanley’s life ever since he decided to take up Cul-de-Sac living.
Part 5
By
Lone Stranger
One afternoon in the neighborhood, Marianne, a gorgeous longhaired 130 lb. brunet with a model’s figure and face held a meeting of the neighborhood book club. She was wearing a purple blouse, navy blue flowing skirt, coffee-colored nylons, and black sling back pumps with 4” stiletto heels.
There were seven of them all together. There are usually eight, but Vickie was out of town.
Now it’s customary to consume a fair amount of wine at these meetings, but this time was a little different. The trouble started when Jennifer brought a bottle of tequila. Jennifer, a medium height longhaired blonde with darker streaks of highlights, wore a loose fitting flowered dress with medium tan stockings and beige high-heeled pumps. Jennifer was feeling her oats today and pretty soon all the women were well on their way to getting a snoot full. The talk about a variety of subjects began to center on the absent Vickie and how she had Stanley licking her ass. A lot of the girls, having never experienced such a thing, began speculating about such a thing felt. Well the talk grew bolder as the women grew drunker and before anyone knew it all seven of them were making their way over to Stanley’s house to try it out for themselves.
No one considered what Stanley would think of all of this or that he would have any thoughts of his own on the matter. By this time they had become a drunken mob and the only consideration was their single-minded purpose and whatever else happened, Stanley was about to eat some ass.
They burst into Stanley’s house and Karen, a tall dark haired woman with curly shoulder length hair, and self appointed leader of this group, wasted no time in hiking up her pleated skirt and removing her thong panties, and stuck out her shapely ass and demanded that Stanley start licking. Several other hands helped Stanley to his knees and pushed his helpless face into her ass and made it clear that he was expected to lick it out real good. Karen swooned, rolled her eyes and swore it was the best feeling she ever had.
After 15 or 20 minutes of feverish licking Karen’s lust was sated enough that she stepped aside and let the next girl have a turn at having her ass tongued out by Stanley.
One by one each girl in turn presented her backside to Stanley for him to dine on. Some of the women did like Karen and removed her panties completely and some just pulled them down and stuck her ass in Stanley’s face. In their drunken rush none of them even stopped to consider whether her ass was relatively clean or dirty Stanley was going to get to taste it either way.
After a couple of hours Stanley had finally finished eating the last girls ass and flopped out on the floor on his back exhausted. But the girls weren’t done with him. The ass eating had made them horny and one by one they took advantage of the prone Stanley and sat on his face to have their pussy eaten until they climaxed into his sucking mouth. Some of them just sat on his face and let him eat and lick their pussy until they orgasmed and some of them were more active and actively fucked his face with wild abandon until they too achieved the same result. By the time they all finished the phrase “rode hard and put away wet” definitely applied to Stanley and he looked it. His face and hair were covered with pussy juice and he looked well used.
The girls let Stanley lay where he lie and began standing around talking and drinking paying Stanley no mind what so ever. The trouble is they were standing on Stanley! There was always a couple of them standing on Stanley. Usually one of them was standing on his face and another one was talking to her while standing on his stomach or chest. Every now and then they would trade places or another of them would take over. They were all wearing stockings and some sort of high-heeled shoes or boots, all of them except Amy.
Amy was gorgeous. Anytime she entered a room she usually drew the most attention. She had long streaked and curly blonde hair was medium height and weighed about 120 lbs. and had the prettiest face you’ve ever seen. She was wearing beige slacks and a white blouse. She arrived at Marianne’s house without stockings and wearing spike heeled sandals, but she quickly discarded these and was going bare foot. And then when she got to Stanley’s house she again lost her shoes and chose to go bare foot. By the time she stepped up on Stanley’s face her feet were quite dirty with sweat mixed with ground-in floor dirt. She transferred that dirt to Stanley’s face as she twisted her feet about on Stanley’s face as she stood on it. Although a welcome relief from the hard, pointy high heels that had been tearing his face to shreds, the smell and pressure of her damp soles pressing with all Amy’s weight into his battered face wasn’t much improvement. Especially when she stood right on his mouth and nose and when he opened his mouth to breathe. He breathed in the bottom of her foot as she continued to stand full weight in his open mouth. He could taste the dirty soles of her feet. This was made more pronounced as she absent-mindedly dipped her dirty toes into his open mouth as she conversed with her friend completely unmindful of Stanley suffering below her dirty feet. The texture of Stanley’s face felt good on the bottom of her feet. Other than that she ignored him completely. Of course the other girls standing on his face in their dirty street shoes added considerably to the dirt on Stanley’s face and mouth and helped stimulate his taste buds as well.
It wasn’t long till someone suggested that they form a Conga line and march all over the house, including over Stanley’s body and face. Now if you can imagine seven full-grown drunk women part marching, part dancing, and part stumbling in close order up Stanley’s body and over his face, you can imagine what hell Stanley suffered through… Seven pairs of heavy feet stomping, twisting, sliding on every part of his body and face. Six pairs spike heels and one barefoot tearing into his features. It’s a wonder someone didn’t step on his eyes with a spike heel and put them out! They did step in his mouth numerous times, tearing up his cheeks, chipping teeth and cutting his tongue. They stepped right on his nose with high heels and flat heavy soles smashing it totally flat. They stepped and stomped right on his crotch and balls many times. From Stanley’s point of view it was as if he were run over by a train!
I think it was on about the fifth trip over his body that Ashley, a beautiful redhead, caught her heel in Stanley’s mouth and lost her balance causing her and Delaine, a very pretty brunet, to fall. They were the last two in line and Delaine was the first to plop with a tremendous thud right on Stanley’s chest, knocking the wind out of him. And then, just when he was trying to suck in some air, Ashley dropped with a full-weight butt drop right on his face. She landed so hard Stanley was almost knocked unconscious. As it was Ashley, being one of the girls that removed her panties earlier, landed with her naked asshole right on Stanley’s open sucking mouth. While Stanley was trying to suck some air from her asshole, Ashley immediately burst into a fit of laughter and together with Delaine she laughed so hard she lost control and farted long and hard right into Stanley’s sucking mouth. Of course this just called for more uncontrollable laughter and she farted some more right into poor Stanley’s gaping mouth. The two girls sat side by side on Stanley’s face and chest and laughed for a long time. Every time they would start to stop Ashley would fart again or something else would happen and they would just start laughing all over again. Never once did one of them consider what all this was doing to poor Stanley, he was just something they were sitting on. Stanley, having nothing to breathe but Ashley’s ass, was right on the verge of passing out when Delaine managed to get to her feet and pull Ashley off Stanley’s face. But not without dropping her back one time as she lost her grip and Ashley’s ass came crashing back down on Stanley’s battered face.
Finally the party started to break up and one-by-one the girls left by walking right over Stanley’s face as they went out the door. When Amy started to go she gathered up her shoes, but before she put them on she had Stanley stick out his tongue and stood on his face a wiped her dirty bare feet on his tongue until they were clean. There was a lot of ground in dirt so Stanley got to taste them real good by the time they were clean. When clean Amy put on her spike heeled sandals while still standing on Stanley’s face and then walked over it and out the door.
Lomita, a tall dark shapely Latino woman with long wavy black hair watched Amy with great interest. When Amy finished getting her feet cleaned Lomita stepped up onto Stanley’s chest in her black stiletto pumps and sheer black stockings with reinforced heel and toe and said, “If you like the taste of dirty feet so much you’ll love mine.” Saying this she stepped out of her pumps and onto Stanley’s face with her sweaty nylon stockinged feet. She had him stick out his tongue and she proceeded to wipe her damp black stockinged feet all over his face and tongue just as Amy had done. “How do you like the taste of those?” she inquired as Stanley proceeded to lick her feet spotlessly clean. After about 20 minutes of careful attention Lomita, satisfied that her feet were clean and all the sweat and foot dirt had been transferred to Stanley’s mouth and tongue, stepped back into her stilettos and walked over Stanley’s face and out the door.
The last to leave was Corrine. She was a good looking Italian woman with full straight black hair and a large build, not at all fat, but just big all over and at about 160 lbs. was the heaviest of the women. She wore navy colored skirt, black stockings and wicked looking stilettos with a 4” narrow heel. Corrine decided to leave Stanley a little present. Her washing machine had been on the fritz for about a week now and she had been wearing the panties she had on for about three days now and they were getting a little ripe. She struggled to stand on Stanley’s chest with one foot, the heel of her shoe digging in so deep it was bound to leave a mark, while she wiggled out of the panties. When she had them off she walked up on his collarbone stooped over and placed the filthy panties in Stanley’s mouth with the very damp gusset right on his tongue for him to enjoy. Then she straightened up and as she strode over his hapless face said, “There is a little memento of our visit. You can enjoy those panties for supper!” And she too walked out the door leaving Stanley alone.
Stanley was so beat up and exhausted from his ordeal that he just lay there on the floor unmoving all evening. As it turned out those panties were the only things he had for supper that night.
In the weeks and months that followed Stanley never had to want for the presence of a beautiful woman. They were all around him. But he never got to enjoy them, unless you count enjoying the taste of their ass or feet, or their dirty shoes or their pissing in his mouth for desert. He did get plenty of that as well as all of the pain he could stand and then some as they stood and walked on him and sat on his face for pleasure. His face would never again be the same as so many women had walked on it with high heels it was totally destroyed. For some reason they all seemed to want to walk or stand on his face! Anyway such was Stanley’s life ever since he decided to take up Cul-de-Sac living.