Anita Skrew needs something

"Please, come over here," said Mrs. Skrew, I need your rod for something.

"Anita Skrew!" scorned Ms. Broadchest, "are you living up to your name?"

"Excuse me?" inquired Mrs. Skrew indignantly.

"Are you trying to screw over our good friend? He just thrust his rod between your melons and my jugs until he was spent, and now you're trying to get him active again? without so much as a moment to recover? At least let him nibble on your tart pie to get him back in the mood."

"I suppose you're right," admitted Mrs. Skrew and she presented her moist pie for Rhod's dining pleasure.

Giving such a delectable sight, Rhod had **** but to eat the moist morsel with all his might. He dove in working his tongue to touch every inch of Mrs. Skrew's pie. He was so vigorous that her tart juices were soon dripping down his chin. "Oh yes!" called out Mrs. Skrew, "oh yes, eat my pie, oh your so good!"

"I'm getting jealous," said Ms. Broadchest who watched on eagerly.

"Yes, yes!" cheered Mrs. Skrew. "He's really good at using his mouth. I'll have to get him to eat my daughter's coveted cherry pie later."

Rhod liked the sound of that and looked up from the wet pie he'd been eating.

"You seem quite lively," commented Mrs. Skrew after catching her breath (from cheering so much). "Ready for another round of action with your rod?"

Rhod was indeed and nodded as much while he wiped his mouth.

"Good," she said running her hand along his rod as a final check that it was stiff enough for the next task. She beckoned him towards her lawn ornaments where she bent over and gave him access to her clam. "My clam is still quite tight," she explained, "but I think your rod could loosen it up a bit." She paused and cast a weary eye to Rhod's prodigious shaft. "It might even be gapping by the end, but that's alright."

"I'd be a pleasure to help," stated Rhod with a grin. Of course, his large rod could just barely slip into the narrow gap of Mrs. Skrew's clam. As she had stated before it was fairly tight. Yet with a little patience and a good amount of grunting, Rhod was able to stuff her clam.

"Holy toddy," squealed Mrs. Skrew with surprise. "It's so full," she panted trying to acclimate. "My clam has never been this full before. My husband hasn't even gotten close to what you can do with your rod."

"Oh yeah, you like that don't you," said Rhod as he got a rhythm going

"Yes, yes, yes, I need more," cheered Mrs. Skrew. She assisted by moving her smooth clam back and forth in time with the thrusting shaft. "Get your rod in there as deep as you can. Oh yes, that's it."

Ms. Broadchest seemed quite intrigued by the display of her two neighbors working in unison. She watched on, clutching her exquisite jugs, idly squeezing and massaging them.

"Oh, yes, ooo, we're almost there," panted Mrs. Skrew. Despite the effort, it was evident from the beaming smile on her face she really enjoyed working with Rhod. "Oh, oh, goodness, oh wow, sweet geez," she cheered, overwhelmed with joy as Rhod's thrusting reached it's desired effect. The exertion and excitement from their shared activity left her panting for several seconds.

In this time, a thick gooey substance ejaculated from the tip of Rhod's rod and filled the woman's newly stretched clam until it leaked liberally.

"Oh my," was all Mrs. Skrew managed to say between breaths of ecstacy as she looked in awe at her stuffed and dripping clam.