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Stacy Keibler Sells Her Cookies
by Formerly Ty (FormerlyTy@aol.com)

This story takes place after Debra beats Steve Austin over the head with the
cookie platter this past thursday. It is told from the point of view from
Stone Cold Steve Austin.
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This is the time of year when the Girl Scouts have their cookie drive, and
my wife had ordered some (as usual - she's always spending money on "worthy
causes"). On Saturday, Debbie went into town to do some shopping and she
said she'd be gone 'till after suppertime, so I was on my own for the whole
day! It's VERY infrequent that I get a day to myself at home, and planned to
use the quiet to back up my hard disk and do some general clean-up around the
room that the computer is in.

And so it went for about an hour, when I started off-loading some GIF
pictures. I didn't recognize the name of some of them, so spent a few moments
perusing the pictures of the naked ladies in all their glory, doing what
naked ladies do best! Then it occured to me that I could pull out some
video-tapes of some hard-core porn flicks and watch them for awhile, since I
was alone. Usually, it's late at night when the wife gets bored and goes to
bed anyway, so I haven't watched them in a long time, and this seemed like
as good a time as any to let my mind wander off into fantasy world.

So I found where they were hidden and grabbed a cold one on the way to
the VCR. I put in the tape and got it started, then built a fire in the
fireplace, thinking I'd cozy-up on the floor next to it with an afghan and
pillows and watch about 6 hours of fucking on television. About 10 minutes
into the first movie, the doorbell rang. I decided to leave the movie on
with the sound turned up. So I unlocked the door and began opening it,
listening in the background to some loud moaning and groaning, with
occasional dialog such as "...FUCK me... OOOOHHHH YEEESSSSSSSS...", etc.,
etc., etc....

However, to MY embarrasment, it wasn't the church people after all! It was
Stacy Keibler selling her order of Girl Scout cookies! She had her arms full,
and since it was in the mid-80's outside, I asked her to come in and set the
cookies down on the table near the front door. Needless to say, when she
realized what the sounds were that she was hearing, she turned a deep shade
of red!

"What are you watching?" asked Stacy. I told her about how I turned up the
sound to piss off the church groupies that usually came around on Saturday
afternoons, and so forth. She thought that was as funny as I thought it was
gonna be.

"What movie are you watching?" asked Stacy. When I told her, she said she
hadn't seen that one herself. Her former husband usually rented porno-movies
for "special" nights at her house.

"Would you like to take a couple of rounds and watch the movie?" asked
Austin. She'd been on the rounds for a couple of hours and was kinda worn
out, hot, and was ready to relax. She'd planned on going on home, of course,
but, "...why not?". Now, I didn't know her very well, had only met her on a
couple of occasions in the locker room, and those were only for a few
minutes. She seemed like a nice enough lady, for sure.

I really didn't expect her to say "yes" to my offer! Questions raced
through my head about what I'd tell Debra if they ever talked about how this
lady watched porno-movies at my house. Stacy took off her purse and handed it
to me, so I hung it in the closet in the hallway near the door while she
walked into the family room where the movie was blasting away. When I got
there, she was sitting on the edge of the couch, elbows on her knees, hands
cupping her chin...and the biggest shit-eatin' grin on her face...and red as
a beet!

I turned down the volume to a reasonable level "You wanna join me in a
beer or a glass of white wine? Maybe a pepsi?" asked Austin.

"I'll take the wine...my roommate might get a little suspicious if I came
home with beer on my breath after delivering cookies!" responded Stacy. When
I came back from the kitchen with the glass of wine, she had gotten a little
more relaxed and was leaning back on the sofa, eyes glued on the television
where "the blond" was deep-throating a huge cock. When I stuck the glass of
wine in front of her face, the grin reappeared with the blush. She didn't say
anything, but took the glass and sipped at the wine, while I sat in "my"
chair half-way across the room and grabbed my can of "Blue", then focused on
"the blond" doing her thing.

I couldn't help but think of this stranger sitting less than ten feet away
watching this movie on my television with me....I couldn't even remember her
name! (It was Stacy Keibler) Occasionally, as scenes would change, I'd glance
over to her to see how she was doing. Our eyes would never meet, but I could
sense her movements...her hands would approach her pussy, or she'd seem to
rub against her tit with her upper arm, or something subtle like that....

This went on for what seemed like a long time, but was probably only ten or
fifteen minutes. Then, her voice broke the ice in the room "can I get a
refill?" Startled, I jumped out of my chair and seemed to grab the glass out
of her hand and headed for the kitchen. As I reached into the 'fridge for the
wine bottle, I realized that she followed right behind me...."what'd you
think of the movie so far?"

"It didn't do much for me" She replied. I asked her if I should turn it off,
and she emphatically said "NO! Please, leave it on! I've been looking for an
excuse to get to know you better, and I'm glad your wife isn't home." She was
now near enough to me that I could almost feel her without touching. I didn't
know what to do next! How should I act? It had been YEARS since I'd had an
affair with another woman against my wife's knowledge...it lasted almost 2
years before she found out.

What with working a lot of hours, and keeping up with the 8 acres of lawn,
and keeping four cars maintained, wrestling events, etc., I hadn't given a
lot of thought to "other women" in a long time! Well, yes I had, but had not
taken any initiative to get to know anyone since we moved to this remote
location almost ten years ago. Besides, I was younger then...what possibly
could this near-stranger want with a seemingly-loyal husband of her friend?
My head was swimming with a lot of doubts and questions when I felt her hand
on my zipper.

I realized I hadn't yet poured the wine, and nearly spilled it as my
zipper was slowly being pulled down, but I managed to fill the glass and push
the cork back onto the bottle. Not knowing whether or not she wanted it now,
I picked it up and sheepishly turned toward her. With her left hand on my
zipper, her right hand surrounded mine on the wine glass, and she slowly
lifted it to her lips, looking deeply into my eyes while she downed the whole
thing! Then our hands together set the glass on the counter and she moved
them to her breast, as she moved ever-so-close to me and reached her lips
toward mine.

We kissed. Slowly, she removed both her hands and surrounded my body with
them, rubbing up and down my back. I reached my arms under hers and pulled
her tightly to me. We continued kissing, sucking now on each others' lips,
tongues fighting for space, breathing heavily...as I realized my wife and I
hadn't kissed like this since we were first married...Stacy broke the kiss
and slowly moved down my chest and on down to my belt, undid it, opened my
jeans and lowered them. I wasn't wearing any shorts (never do on weekends),
and she seemed surprised at that, letting out a little gasp!

As her lips surrounded the head of my now-hard six-inches, I looked at
this lady, I think, for the first time. I'm 6'1" tall, and when we kissed she
was several inches shorter than me, so she must have been about 5'6" or 5'7".
As I looked down at her, she was looking up to my eyes, watching the
expression on my bewildered face. She had my cock deep into her mouth, going
back and forth, up and down it's shaft, sucking, licking, kissing it's head,
all the while her eyes looking into mine, those beautiful big black eyes
seemed to smile.

She was enjoying this as much as I! Only in my wildest fantasies had
anyone ever done this to me, for me...and here it was happening for real! My
wife would NEVER consider doing anything like this! The only time we "had
sex" was in bed with the lights off, usually in the missionary position, or
sometimes, rarely, she'd get on top and ride me. But in the kitchen? ...in
broad daylight? ...giving me head? ...in the middle of the afternoon? NEVER!

While my mind raced on, thinking of my wife, Stacy lifted my left leg to
pull off my jeans, then the right, then reached up and unbuttoned my shirt,
all the while she never let my cock out of her sucking mouth. Now, here I am
stark naked standing in the middle of the kitchen on Saturday afternoon with
a practically-strange neighbor-lady sucking my dick! Eventually, the
sensations began to have an impact on my brain and it occured to me that I
should return some of this great immense pleasure to her, so I reached down
and gently took her by her upper arms and lifted her back to a standing
position, where I firmly planted my lips onto hers and resumed the wonderful
kissing she had aborted earlier.

This time, however, I reached down and lifted her t-shirt full of water,
up toward her shoulders. I unfastened her bra clasp, broke the kiss, lifted
off the shirt, pulled the bra down her shoulders and off her arms, kissing my
way down her neck to her right breast, finally stopping at the nipple. I
gently bit it and heard her let out a slight moan, so I kissed my way over to
her left nipple and did the same thing, with the same result. While sucking
and nibbling at that nipple, I unfastened her jeans, lowered her zipper as
slowly as she had done mine, then carefully eased the jeans over her round
little ass and on down to the floor where she immediately stepped out of
them.

Now clad only in her white bikini panties, shoes and socks, I began a slow
descent toward her blond mound, my hands working on the nipples that my lips
had just left stranded. I managed to get the top of her panties with my teeth
and eventually had them pulled down to her thighs far enough to be able to
bury my tongue in her moist slit. Not only did this strange lady look
beautiful, she tasted wonderful as well! The last time I'd tried to eat
Debra, she denied! But this woman had an aroma that said "sex"! I felt like a
teenager with his first piece of pussy!

My tongue worked her clit, each hand was squeezing a boob or pinching a
nipple, and my ears heard an approving moan that was asking for more and
more! I felt Stacy's hands push on the back of my head while her hips ground
toward my face, when she let out a scream of pleasure that told me I'd done
my job! She was trembling and breathing so heavily, I wondered why my wife
and I had never tried such an adventure. When her spasms subsided a bit, I
removed my tongue from her clit and lowered my hands to her hips of her long
sexy legs, and raised up to face her again.

She kissed me hard, her tongue probing my mouth almost like that of a snake.
Her eyes were closed and she had me in a bear hug so tight that her nipples
almost dug into my chest, and my upright cock was planted firmly against her
abdomen...I was almost fucking her naval! She then released me from the hug
and backed away about two inches, opened her dreamy eyes and, backing up,
pulled me back toward the family room where another porno movie was now
showing, her smiling eyes never leaving mine.

We got to the sofa, where she again sat on the edge of the cushion,
pulling me down toward her. Again we kissed. I was kneeling in front of her,
between her and the television, lips locked, her arms tightly around my neck.
Then she pushed me backward and sat precisely on the tip of my still erect
member, she still wet from her earlier orgasm and my tongue. But she didn't
allow me to penetrate her pussy beyond the head. Her hands now pushed against
my shoulders as I leaned back, eventually to lay on the floor with her
towering over me, her tits sort of dangling in front of my face, my cockhead
just barely between her cuntlips.

Again, I looked into her eyes, wondering what she had in mind. This woman
had the sexiest eyes I'd ever seen! And those sexy eyes were looking deeply
into my own! I heard a woman on the tube yell out an orgasmic scream just as
Stacy's pussy engulfed my own rod. She just kind-of sat there for a few
minutes, almost milking my cock with her pussy-muscles. It felt tremendous!
She then slowly moved up and down the shaft, still squeezing and releasing
with her cunt, especially as she got to the head of my dick.

We had been going at this for almost an hour and I hadn't even thought
about cumming until I felt those cuntlips milking my cock, but I managed to
hold off when she eased back down it until it was buried all the way in.
Stacy's eyes were now closed, her head back, her lips forming the biggest
smile I'd seen on a woman's face. She was truly remarkable...pretty, a
beautiful woman, the smoothest legs I'd touched since I'd first touched my
wife when we were barely twenty, and this woman had to be at least an age of
29!

As Stacy rocked slowly up and down, side to side, gyrating her pelvis,
our pubic hairs meshing together, I could feel my cock throbbing against the
inner walls of her being. I wanted to stay in this position forever. She was
so HOT inside! Her boobs, probably about 34-C's, swayed with her bodily
movements. I thought about how much I'd like to tit-fuck those beauties!
But instead, I buried my nose between them, kissing her chest between them,
holding myself up with my elbows as she leaned toward my face, her hips
continuing the rhythm against my groin.

We were a perfect "fit"! Then she started bucking and trembling and almost
pouncing up and down on my shaft. I tried to counter her thrusts with my own,
and the sounds of the slapping of her wet cunt against my groin were over-
whelming! I couldn't hold back, nor did I want to try! I could feel my balls
about to burst, and pulled out of her pussy so I could cum!

Stacy yelled "WHAT the FUCK do you think you're DOING? PUT THAT BACK WHERE
IT BELONGS!" She then reached down and grabbed it and, lining up her hips,
sat back down onto it just as I exploded! At the same time, she screamed and
fell onto me! We just laid there for a few minutes, letting our breathing
gradually return to normal. Then, I reached across the floor and grabbed the
afghan that I was going to curl up with, and pulled it over her nakedness.
She raised her head above mine, looked once again into my eyes, smiled the
biggest smile again, then collapsed once again against my chest as I wrapped
my arms around her and closed my eyes, not wanting this moment to ever pass.

Unfortunately, it had to. After what seemed like an eternity, but was
probably about fifteen minutes, she slowly pushed herself up and off, my
still-hard cock slapped against my abdomen when it was released from her hot
cunt. With the afghan draped over her body, she turned and moved down once
again to my dick and licked her juices from it, then put it, in its proud
entirety, all the way into her mouth. Not sucking now, just sort-of slurping
with her lips, wrapping her tongue around it as she moved up and down it.

Then she stood straight up! So I got to my feet and tried to reach her to
hug her once more. She backed away, her eyes on my dick, her hands at her
side, a look of wonder on her face, she said "How do you keep it so hard for
so long?

I stammered, "Well, I don't know, actually, that usually happens to me,
too...I don't know...um, ah...." Then she raised her eyes to mine once
again, smiled, and practically jumped into my arms as though we were
long-lost lovers meeting at a train station after World War II or something.
She was SO hugable! And that's precisely what we did, hug each other for a
long, long time, her head against my shoulder, arms wrapped around my neck,
my arms wrapped around her slim body, my right hand cupping her ass-cheek,
giving it an occasional squeeze.

Then she said, without moving, that she'd never planned this, that it just
"happened", and that I should not think any less of her because of it. I
thought to myself, how could I think less of her because of such a beautiful
experience? And what came out of my mouth was "Oh, darlin'..., oh, my oh
my,...", and that was all! She broke the embrace, pushed herself away and
RAN to the kitchen to retrieve her clothing. I just stood there! My cock was
still standing at attention when she came back a few minutes later fully
dressed. She was staring at my jolly roger when she handed me my jeans, then
kind-of giggled a cute little giggle.

"That'll be twenty bucks," Stacy said, nonchalantly, still smiling.

"Huh?" I responded, somewhat startled.

"For the cookies!" Stacy replied, with another chuckle. So, I reached in
my jeans for my wallet, pulled out a twenty and handed it to her.

Stacy looked back down at my erect penis and said, "What are you going to
do with THAT?"

I answered, "I don't know, but I'm sure it'll be gone before my wife gets
home!".

Stacy then reached down and wrapped her left hand around it, and said,
"Where'd you hang my purse?".

I glanced toward the closet, where she led me by the dick, not letting go
until after she'd gotten her purse off the hanger and was ready to put it
around her left arm. She then looked once more into my eyes and said, "Thank
you, it's been the most wonderful Saturday afternood I've ever had." She then
turned her back to me and walked out the door. I just stood there and watched
as the door closed behind her.


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