"Inside every jolly fat lady is a slender, lonely girl who is waiting to be freed." The anonymous writer of those words might have had Helen Hornaday in mind when he took pen in hand. The heroine of DIET OF SEX epitomizes the individual who is prone to every emotional problem mat can occur with the pill-taking dieter. She is an attractive woman of middle age who gained weight early in her marriage and subsequently lost her exposure to the total sexual experience before her desire for sex had matured. Confined in layers of fat, she is sexually retarded. Once freed of her obesity by her diet pills, it is not surprising that she is swept off on a sexual binge of astonishing proportions.
A lifetime of sexual learning and experience is compressed into just a few days of Helen's life once the floodgates of her overwrought emotions are opened. With the loss of her excess weight, her entire life is changed, and with the change in her life comes the inevitable changes in the lives of those around her. In the span of a few days she goes on a headlong sex binge in a wild effort to make up for everything sexual she feels she might have missed. In so doing, her blossoming sexual appetites carry along those around her, regardless of their age or even their sex. Helen is not by any means a madwoman nor is she a sexual pervert. She is a woman who has been released from the prison of obesity that has confined her for so many years and who quite understandably goes on this sexual binge to celebrate her freedom.
It is interesting to note that this is the perceptive work of fiction by Joyce Morrissey, who last year dieted away over fifty pounds.
-THE PUBLISHERS
Chapter One
The closeness of a clean young prick had Helen Hornaday breathlessly excited and marvelously frightened. The bicycle ride she was on added to it. At thirty-nine years of age she was too old to be this close to a male other than her husband, and far too old to be riding on the crossbar of a bicycle. It was crazy to feel this way and do such a thing, but she'd felt more than just a little crazy ever since she'd started on her diet Right now, for instance, she felt like reaching behind her and fondling the open crotch that was radiating its heat so insistently against her bare back. That was crazy, just as it had been crazy of her to ask this neighborhood youth for a ride back home on his bicycle when hers had broken its chain in the park that afternoon.
Although she badly needed the exercise, her daily bicycle rides had been crazy journeys because of the attitude in which she'd taken them, but this was the craziest one of all, to end up in this fashion. Of course it wasn't ended yet, for her house was still two blocks away. And the way she was feeling, so dizzy with hot flashes, the afternoon's incidents might become even crazier.
She was excited and frightened and improperly hungering for the prick hardening behind her back, and it was all because of her new diet, and yet she was determined to stay on that diet, whatever the cost.
The boy's legs were pumping steadily on each side of her. The hard crossbar of his sturdy old bicycle was pushing the wet crotchhand of her shorts against her pussy in an even more stimulating fashion than her bicycle seat had been doing. Helen felt just as crazy as could be when she laid her forearm on his bare thigh, squeezed his knee, smiled over her bare shoulder at him and said, "I hope you're not getting tired, Kenny. We're almost there now."
His tanned face went pale and he swerved the bicycle and almost lost it. Helen felt sick for a moment at the prospect of crashing to the pavement, but that feeling was immediately transformed into one of even greater exhilaration. The swerving of the bicycle gave her the opportunity to grasp both his lightly perspiring legs, to lean back in the circle of his arms and feel his bare chest with her back, and to squeal like a giddy girl of fifteen.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Hornaday!" he said, panting. "I won't let you fall!"
"Oooo, Kenny!" she squealed, feeling his firm young flesh from her elbows to her fingertips, feeling the heat from his loins sending lovely hot chills up and down her spine.
Mercifully, he took the alley route to the Hornaday house on Elm Street in the old Bellerue Gardens tract. That way there was little chance that anyone could see the neighborhood's former fat lady being bicycled home by a handsome young man. Surely they were already making fun of her for putting on shorts and a halter and riding a ten-speed bike every day, but they'd howl with laughter if they saw her now. They wouldn't laugh so much if they knew what she was thinking, however, or if they knew how her mouth was watering for the sweet lips and the overheated flesh of this boy who had helped her. Her husband would be shocked half to death if she gave Kenny a kiss for helping her, and she crazily wanted to give him much more than a kiss.
She wanted to take off all her clothes and roll naked in the grass with him. She felt like loving him up all over, and never stopping. She wanted to kiss every part of his body, even including his prick. She wanted to feel that prick between her big tits, and have him stick it and rub it and jam it in that hole between her legs that had been itching so persistently since she'd started the diet.
What she should do was to get off the diet and be content with her dumb old existence with her dumb old husband Henry, but she'd lost sixty-two j pounds already, and she wasn't about to quit the diet. And furthermore, she absolutely adored the craziness it had brought to her and the wild, lustful urges she now knew for the first time in her life.
"Wheeeeee!" Helen said as he braked to a I halt by her back gate. "We made it, Kenny!"
"I thought I was going to crash us out there," he said, beaming proudly into her maturely lovely face as she slid off his crossbar. She reminded him of some movie star he'd seen on TV, but he couldn't think of which one. He could hardly think of anything at all as she stood there smiling gratefully at him with her beautiful big womanly hip so close to his pecker that it was all stiff and aching like it was each morning when he woke up. Even the touch of her hand on his cheek was dizzying, and when she let her hand fall to his shoulder he could feel hot gooseflesh crawling all over his body.
Helen could hardly keep her hands off him, but she could manage to keep a facade of calm courtesy in her smile at this Adonis in frayed denim cutoffs. She wanted to absolutely devour him, starting with his Cupid's bow lips, saving his pure young cock for dessert. She'd never tasted a penis in her life, and now she was thinking about devouring this boy's penis. What would Henry think of that? And how would her wise friend Alicia react to such a confession? That didn't matter. What mattered was that she somehow extend this giddy time of girlish excitement in any way that was necessary.
"Kenny," she cooed, fondling the nape of his sweating neck. "I just don't know how I can ever thank you for taking me home. It's such a hot day I know I'd have died of sunstroke if I'd tried to walk back from the park. Won't you come inside for a nice cold glass of lemonade, dear? My husband's still at work, and we can relax and talk for a little bit. Come on in, Kenny. You've earned a glass of lemonade and much more."
He couldn't take his eyes off her as he propped up his bicycle. What did she mean by much more? Gee, but she was beautiful standing by the tall wooden fence in the alley, nonchalantly fluffing out her glossy golden hair. He'd seen her waddling around the neighborhood before in one of those big Hawaiian muu-muu dresses, and he'd thought the only pretty thing about her was her hair and maybe her face, but then he'd never realized how stacked she was under the tentlike dress. Just looking at her made his prick ache with its stiffness, and made him ache with the need to try to hide the terribly embarrassing lump in his cutoffs.
"Coming, Kenny?" she said, holding the gate wide, smiling right through his eyes.
She stopped in the middle of the yard and let him bump into her. She twined her fingers in his and held him thrillingly close beside her as she pointed and said, "Aren't those pink roses pretty? They're just the color of your lips." Actually they were just the color of his prick. She could see it through his pants in her mind's eye, all swollen up with his pulsing young blood, getting wet on the end and wondering what in the world was happening to it. She could smell it and she could almost taste it in her craziness, and if she didn't get him into the house soon she'd rape him right there under the blazing sun.
Kenny didn't even look at the roses. He looked right at her tits. He couldn't help himself for being rude when she was this close. There was an awful lot to see, and he had to see it while he could. Her halter tied around her neck and around her waist, forming a double hammock for her big, heavy breasts. It was lime green and just barely big enough to support those two big jugs. Except for the ends of I them, her titties were shaped like teardrops, but ten I thousand times bigger. The great big bumps of her nipples very excitingly altered their smooth, smooth roundness, pushing out the thin green fabric just like his itching pecker was pushing out his jeans. The double hammock of the halter was so widely separated that there was plenty of room for him to quickly dart his hand inside and squeeze a tit. Should he try?
Helen artfully gave the boy a better look at her tits by adjusting the halter strap before leading him on into her lair. She had no idea what she was going to do with him inside, but she simply had to be alone with him. He was anything but the suave, rich, debonair lover she dreamed about marrying when she'd be able to divorce old Henry. Oh no, Kenny I was far more exciting than that because he was so young, and seemed innocent and interested, and because he was there, right behind her, firmly in her tow.
Despite the small rolls of woman flab at her waist, even her back was sexy-looking. It was so broad and strong-looking, such a beautiful pinkish white, and it was so very very naked. Her dazzling golden hair bobbed and bounced around her soft, thick shoulders and perhaps was the secret source of tha muskily penetrating perfume she was wearing. Kenny had never' smelled anything like it. Even lagging back for a good view of her heavily but gracefully swaying hips, her scent was just about knocking him out. Dry as he was, the smell of her made his mouth water and his blood race and his prick ache so sweetly he could hardly stand it.
Kenny brushed close beside her into the coolness of her house. She bade him sit down at the kitchen table while she made the lemonade, and he managed to adjust his stiff prick in his cutoffs without her seeing this embarrassment before sitting down. Then he closely watched every movement of this unbelievably kind and beautiful woman whom he'd hardly noticed before but who lived right there in the same neighborhood with him. It was just awful of him to stare like that, but he couldn't help it. He'd once heard a boy say, "I'd eat a mile of her shit just to see where it came from," and at that moment Kenny knew just how that boy had felt.
Helen gave him a good big look at her ass as she bent over in front of the open refrigerator. She gave him a fine profile view of her tits as she stood by the sink and chased down a diet pill with water before she started on the lemonade. No one had looked at her like this for years, and she was enjoying it far more than she ever had before in her life. She was still too fat, but this youngster didn't care about that. She had him fascinated, spellbound by her bulky beauty, and the feeling was so thrilling that she had to show him more, much more. What did it matter if she let him look at her? He was such a nice boy that he surely wouldn't tell anyone, and even if he did, who would believe him?
"I hope it's sweet enough for you," she said as she placed the glass before him. She stirred through the ice cubes with her finger, and she looked right into his appealing brown eyes as she smiled and sucked that finger. He turned to watch her as she took her glass to the air-conditioner in the window, and there she gave him a closer look at her bottom as she bent over and fiddled with the knobs. She further aroused herself by thinking about him bent over like that, stark naked with his plump little asscheeks on display, then turning and grinning bashfully as he showed her his proud young prick, so stiff and straight and rosy, so hungry for her touch.
Turning to face him, his face was slack and his eyes were nervously trying not to rove over her body. She drank and set the glass down and stretched in front of the air-conditioner, and its chilled air blowing over her bottom didn't cool down her hot wet twat by even one degree. His nostrils were flaring and she hoped she didn't smell so bad as to drive him away from her now. She was ready to take bold measures to keep him there, even indiscreet ones if it meant extending the wild, wild feelings that seethed through her voluptuous body.
"I was so hot out there I'm still sweating," she said, and touched the flesh of her thighs and sides that Kenny's hands were itching to touch. "My shorts are just wringing wet," she went on, and both his hands clenched tightly when one of hers moved down over the soft bulge of her belly to cup and squeeze that big wide mound that led down between her legs. "I could use about a gallon of deodorant about now. Do I smell just awful to you?"
"Like perfume," he said, and his voice cracked and squeaked at just the wrong time. He flushed beet-red and gulped his lemonade. "I better get going," he said, for it was imperative that he rush home and rub his aching cock for two solid hours while he went over in his mind every detail of this fantastic afternoon which he was so methodically ruining.
"Finish your lemonade first," said Helen, smiling through her panic that he might leave her now, and in desperation she reached behind her to untie the waist strap of her halter.
"That feels much better," she said, using the open halter to flap a little air against her big hot tits. "Hope you don't mind," she said, gloating and exulting as he leaned back in his chair again and gazed right straight at her thinly veiled tits. It was awful to tease the boy this way, but it was wildly exciting. It was so very unfair of her to place him under her control by showing him a little more and a little more of her body, but damn, it was a million times more thrilling than anything she'd ever known with Henry. And Helen was richly deserving of some wildly thrilling times.
"I'll refill your glass," she said, and let the halter hang loose as she brought the pitcher to the table and poured for him. Her knee was touching his leg, and his glazed eyes were staring straight at the tit twelve inches in front of his face.
"It's really hot today," she said, and frankly felt of her feverish pussy mound again before stirring his drink with her finger. His hand lay limp in his lap, covering what had to be the most beautiful pony prick in the whole world. Thanks to her diet, she was stunning him with her beauty. She was tempted to kill him with it, but life was what she was after, not death. And beneath his hypnotized exterior, there was a great deal of vibrant young life to be had.
She took his chin in her hand, bent at the waist, and made him look up into her eyes and her smile. "What's the matter, Kenny? Are you so shook up at being alone with a woman that you've forgotten how to smile? Don't worry, my husband won't be home for hours."
"Uh, okay, Mrs. Hornaday," he mumbled.
"Smile, honey. Don't feel embarrassed being alone with me. And don't be afraid to look at me if you want. I know young men your age are curious about women, and it doesn't embarrass me a bit to have you look at me like that. In fact, I sort of like it."
"Y-you do?" he asked, incredulous.
You'll never know how much I'm getting to like it, Helen said to herself, and took the big exciting step of standing back from him and giving him a good clear view of her as she pulled the halter off over her head and tossed it aside.
Chapter Two
"Yes, Kenny, I do like your looking at my big old breasts like that," said Helen as she frankly fondled and hefted and squeezed her naked tits before his startled gaze. Her cunt was really wetting her tight panties and shorts now, and she was shaking with the sudden surges of excitement flowing through her, but still she was smiling serenely, as if in complete control of herself. "I don't mind your looking at me if you promise not to tell anyone about it."
"I'd never tell!" he promised, eyes bulging, hands grasping his knees tightly. "Gosh, they're so . . . big!"
She wrinkled her nose as if in distaste of her greatest womanly pride. "They're too big. They're fat. I lost weight everywhere else but here in my big old breasts," she said, roving a hand over her newly slenderized body and returning it for more of the sensuous soft weight of her tingling tits. "I'd like to have a pair of little teenaged titties," she said with a sigh, "but I'm stuck with these big ugly old boobies."
"No, they're beautiful!" he exclaimed, on the edge of his chair now to watch exactly how her soft fingers were gently pulling at the stiffened pink nipples centered in the big stretched ovals of her aureoles. She took a cautious step closer, so nervous and hot she couldn't stop talking. "I could kiss you for saying that. Maybe I will if you go on saying sweet things to me. Does it make you embarrassed to see me like this? Don't be, honey. It's not wrong to look and maybe even touch a little, dear. You're such a nice young man, and you did me such a big favor today that I've just got to do something more for you than get you a glass of lemonade. Would a little kiss help me thank you? Would you like to " She stopped and swallowed hard. "Would you like to play with these big fat titties a little?"
"Oh-h-h," he moaned. "Would I ever!" he said, and his hands were visibly trembling as they raised up off his knees.
Helen was fighting hard to keep from panting as she pushed her tits forward in presentation to his hands. His hands were unsure of what they were doing, but they looked as marvelous as they felt against her naked tits. She watched along with him as his hands explored forbidden flesh. At first she had to show him how because he was so afraid. She had to cover his hands with hers and guide them all over and under and around the two huge bulges of sexy flesh he found so supremely alluring. But then, when she took her hands away and fondly caressed his tousled brown hair, he was quite able to thoroughly feel of her tits all by himself, and that made the vivid picture all the more erotic. There was no danger of his leaving now. Give him her tits and he'd follow her anywhere. But still she had to tease him on, for the wild and wicked excitement she'd discovered with him that day was addictive.
She edged closer until one of her knees was between his. She ran her fingers up and down through the shallow troughs leading to her brimming pussy and she slowly moved her shoulders back and forth as she said, "Keep that up and you'll get me all worked up, you little devil. Do you feel what I'm feeling?"
"I sure do feel funny," he said, carefully touching her nipples, fearful that at any moment she'd take her beautiful milkbags away from him.
"I'm feeling funny right here," she said, and again she went way beyond any of her wildest intentions and slid her hand down and gave her big soft cunt a good hard squeeze. She looked down at his loins as she did this, and at the sight of the bulge stretching the denim of his cutoffs, she had to squeeze herself even harder.
He was all slumped back in the kitchen chair as he played with her tits. He didn't stop playing with them or gazing at them as she bent over and rested her hands high on his thighs and close to his prick and murmured, "Would you like a little kiss, too?"
It wasn't a little kiss at all. It was of such dimensions that it made his whole body quake and shake. She gave him her tongue right away and sucked his into her mouth and had him so fantastically excited that she was able to touch the bulge of his hard prick before he even knew it. It made him jump when she touched it, though, and she sucked more avidly and sweetly to keep him there while she felt of it. She was almost ill with excitement now, but she had to feel more of it or simply die of her wonderful yearnings.
"Nice little hands and a nice little tongue," she murmured against his upturned lips, and teased it into her mouth again. She was rhythmically squeezing the little bulb of his prickhead now, and though his hands were shaking and squeezing her tits too hard, they felt better than ever there.
Though Kenny had tried many times, he had never in his life had an ejaculation. Now he felt he was very close to having the wonderful experience he'd heard about from his friends, for even through his jeans her hand was a zillion times more exciting than his. The prospect of him shooting in his pants and making a complete fool of himself scared him, but he had to take that risk because her fingers felt so good. And her lips felt good and her tongue was sweet and her tits felt great in his hands as she bent over and kissed him and let him feel her up while her hair tickled around his face and her perfume made him drunkenly happy.
"Is this where you feel funny, honey?" she said, and ran her open hand all over his aching prick and bursting balls, and down between his legs.
"Yeah, but it's okay," he murmured weakly, and at the thought of her stopping these heavenly feelings he tried to hold her where she was by closing his fingers far too tightly on her wonderful sexy nipples.
"OH!" she cried, and went stiff as a board all over and had to steady herself with her hands on his arms.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Hornaday, I didn't mean to hurt you!" he cried, patting her rigid nipples with fingers he hoped were soothing.
"It's all right, Kenny." My, she'd felt an orgasm when he'd pinched her nipples like that! "You didn't hurt me at all, darling." It had been a small orgasm, but she could still feel it tingling everywhere in her body. "I don't really mind it if you get a little rough with me now and then." She had to feel more of this sweet, sweet orgasm because it had been months since anything had made her cum. And she had to feel it without scaring him off with the violence of the explosion he had primed her for. "But you did hurt my nipples a little, honey, and I really do think you ought to ... to kiss them and make them well. Do you want to kiss them a little, honey? Suck on them like you sucked on my tongue?" His hands had fallen away from them, and now Helen lifted them in hers as she moved them closer to the tongue that was licking his slack lips. "A little titty-sucking is nice, Kenny. I'd like it a lot, and you would, too. You like my tits, honey. You can kiss them all over if you want to. Come on, lover. Suck on my big tits and make us both feel all funny and good all over. Yes-s-s-s-s! Oh, yes, darling, that's just wonderful!"
Helen wasn't at all ill with excitement now. She was soaring with it. She nestled right up against him, pushing just as much as she could her nipple and aureole into his avidly sucking mouth. Her sweet little orgasm was back with her again, and she was holding just as still as she could to enjoy it for as much and as long as possible without scaring off her young lover. He was on the edge of his chair again, as if ready to quit sucking her nipple and jump up and run at any moment, and his position there gave Helen the opportunity to nestle her dimpled knee against the hot little bulge of his genitals to urge him to stay with her. One touch at her pussy would make her explode, but it wasn't hard to keep her hands from it because she really couldn't take them from his hair and his back and his shoulders. She could, however, nudge his forearms with her aching cunt, and each time she did it made a startling peak in the steady flow of orgasmic feelings that his hot mouth on her hard nipple were giving her.
"Suck my titty a little more and you can even bite it if you want to, and then I'll do something so nice for you you won't even believe it," said Helen, babbling and panting and pressing them closer together. "OH!!" she said, as he obeyed her, and the peak of that orgasmic surge burst like a volcano in her quivering body. "Bite harder, just a little harder, and I'll suck your prick for you! Honey, stay with me now, stay with me!" she implored, quaking and shaking, big body jerking and twitching as the deep sweetness of his eagerly obedient mouth went on and on. It looked like fear in his eyes as he looked up from his big mouthful, but she couldn't help that now. It was the best orgasm she'd known in months, years, perhaps forever, and she couldn't let it die now.
She was rocking and rolling out with the great waves of strange pleasure he was giving her. He had the fingers of both hands dug deeply into the tit he was sucking on now, and her other tit was thudding against his cheek as he sucked and licked and chewed on her nipple, anything at all to please this woman who was being so fantastically nice to him. He thought his cock was squirting but he couldn't be sure, for there was nothing in the world that was sure now except the luscious warm tit in his mouth. Her squeals and moans and words were all jumbled together till he couldn't understand what she was saying but he did know he was pleasing her, and in an effort to give her even more he bit her hard nipple even harder.
"EEK! Stop!" she cried, and popped her nipple from his mouth, covered it with her hands to keep the rushing good feelings in while the pain was eased out. She was sure it was bleeding, and another rush of good feelings went through her when she saw that indeed it wasn't. She dropped to her knees between his legs and pinned him back in the chair with a big wet kiss on the mouth before the hard tremors of her orgasm could scare him.
This was her lover, and she wasn't ever going to let him go. To hell with the modern-day Prince Charming she'd been imagining during her diet, and to hell with how young Kenny was. She had him, and she was going to keep him, now and forever, every bit of him.
"Stay right there, you're not going to leave now," she blurted, and clasped him hard about the waist and mashed her big wet tits against his pounding chest. "You just made me cum with your mouth, honey, and it felt so good I can't believe it. Please don't be scared, darling. You're a wonderful boy and I love you and I'm going to make you feel as good as I did just now."
Panting, delirious with desire for his beautiful young body, Helen drew back and yanked at the fly of his old denims. He squealed in alarm and said, "Don't undress me!"
"It's all right, honey, it's all right," she insisted, fighting with him for his fly and winning, ripping his pants open and yanking his shorts down and then almost swooning at the sight of his prick, his beautiful prick!
She'd never known a penis could be so beautiful! Henry's was a gnarled old piece of wood compared to this slender shaft of ivory, crested with a bud as pink if not as large as the roses she'd pointed out to him. His prick was straight and sweet, and with a little tuft of hair at its base, and when she breathlessly ripped his shorts down farther she saw that his balls were almost equally adorable. He was still writhing and squirming in his embarrassment and she shushed him and soothed him, crooning soft sounds to him while her shaking hands reached out and touched that lovely hard piece of youth.
"Honey, don't be afraid," she said. "I just want to see it like you saw my titties, darling. Kenny, your prick is just beautiful. So hard and nice for me. Doesn't it feel nice when I touch it, dear?"
"I dunno," he said, sighing and sinking back in the chair, with the brief battle for his modesty lost to the beautiful woman with the big, swaying tits. He moaned as she drew back his foreskin, and he said, "Uh-h-h-h, that hurts."
"We'll make it better," she said, and she kissed it. She tasted the wetness oozing out from its little eye and she almost swooned again from the feelings welling up in her.
"Better and better all the time," she murmured, and moved her heavily pendant tits up over his standing prick to help keep him her willing prisoner in the chair.
Raising her hands to the sides of her tits, she slowly pushed them together. Their big round softness completely engulfed his hard young prick. There wasn't a bit of it to be seen now between the deep, deep crack of her jugs as she held them together and undulated her torso for him. In his wildest imaginings Kenny had never dreamed of anything so sexy happening to him. Her soft warmth was all around his prick and against his balls. She was smiling just like that movie star - Marilyn Whatsername - as she worked over his throbbing prick in the big sandwich of her tits. He was laid back in the chair grinning like a fool not giving a darn that he was all naked in front of a woman.
Kenny's hard prick between her soft breasts was the most sensuous thing Helen had ever felt in her life. It was something she'd never done before in her life, but with him it seemed completely natural and good. She could feel his virile young prick clear inside her, fucking her thudding heart. She never used that ugly four-letter word, even in her thoughts, but even that seemed natural and good with him. She'd never kissed a penis before or had an orgasm like the one she'd just experienced, and these things too seemed natural and good with him. All those wasted years with Henry - could she make up for them with this fine young man? After years of knowing only dirty, lustful sex, had she discovered the sweet purity of the natural experience? It seemed that way. She felt so marvelous and loving that she knew very well there could never be anything dirty about sex with her Kenny.
"Fucking," she said in an experimental way, and the word came out easily. "You're fucking my tits, honey, and I just love it."
"They're so darned bi-i-i-ig," he moaned, and he pushed his hips up and squirmed his prick through the enveloping softness.
She rolled her big globes down around it, and looking down, she saw the straining pink head of it emerging from between her creamy big tits like a heavenly rosebud through billowing clouds. At the sight of it, her mouth began to water and her lips tingled from the kiss she'd bestowed on it. It had been an entirely inadequate kiss. She'd barely tasted his prick. It had just been an appetizer, only enough to make her belly growl in its need for more of him. "I'm going to suck your prick now, darling," she murmured as she gazed at it. "I'm going to give you the best fucking blow-job you'll ever have in your life, honey-boy. You need a good cocksucking, and I'm just the one to give it to you!"
She let her tits fall apart. His hot little prick emerged like a matinee idol on a stage. Helen brushed back her hair and descended on it as if she'd been sucking cocks all her life. She slid her wetted lips right down its sturdy length until every bit of it was in her mouth, tingling all the lovely way, making her stomach growl anew.
"Oh, wow," Kenny muttered, and he squirmed in the chair. His prick had never felt so warm and comforted in its life. But, greedy thing that it was, it needed still more warmth and comfort. He pushed it up through her pursed lips and sunken cheeks in search of what it needed.
It was the most delicious thing Helen had tasted in her life! The feeling was simply marvelous, but the taste was even better! She was panting, starving for his cock, feeling the smooth hardness of his organ with her sliding lips, tasting his amazingly sweet and salty goodness with her tongue. It was, of course, coming out of the little hole in his prickhead, and Helen's appetite for more of it was such that she delved as deeply as she could in that hole for more of it. It came steadily but far too slowly. And so, panting even faster through her nostrils, she curled her fingers around the base of his cock to massage it and give her what she needed now - right now!
There wasn't much left of it for her to jack off, for his prick was still rather small. If this was the head of Henry's prick in her mouth, she could have wrapped both fists around its shaft and still had room to work them up and down. But even thinking about Henry at a time like this was disgusting, and Helen quickly erased her thoughts by working the circle of her thumb and forefinger around the base of her Kenny's prick and giving its head a good thorough sucking.
Kenny squirmed harder in the chair. His hips were jerking uncontrollably and he had to clutch at his naked thighs lest he tear his hair out with the fantastic feelings building in him. "It's gonna happen! It's really gonna happen!" he exclaimed.
"Mm-hm-m-m-m," Helen murmured through her steady, loving sucking while her stomach growled again and her hot pussy opened out and silently screamed for the lovely thing her mouth had already claimed.
"OH!" Kenny shouted, as the first ejaculation of his life started at his toes and his hair and swept through his body toward his prick. "Oh, NO!" he wailed, as the big feelings converged with frightening speed and force and ripped through his guts and his balls and his prick - his exploding prick! "OH, YES-S-S-S-S-S!!!" he cried, as he realized he was going to live through this fantastic experience and even enjoy it. Enjoy it? Man, it was the best thing that had ever happened to him in his life, by far!
Churning in the chair, moaning and quite out of his head, he still had enough of his wits about him to realize at that moment just why people screwed and why his friends had been so preoccupied with jerking off all the time during their adolescent years. It was so intense it had been almost painful at first, but now all the pain was being eased away in the flowing rush of good feelings and he was able to handle the gyrations of his hips. He could lay back in the chair and almost relax and squirm his ass all around and thoroughly enjoy things while this neighborhood housewife went right on sucking his cock. Even his ass felt good against the edge of the chair as he squirmed his buttocks there and squirmed his flowing cock in Mrs. Hornaday's moving hand and sucking mouth. It was miraculous, unbelievable for this to be happening to him.
He felt he ought to somehow thank her for all she'd done for him, and so he said, "Boy, Mrs. Hornaday, you sure do know how to suck a guy off."
His words paralyzed Helen. She'd been busily enjoying the nectar of the gods, but now she stopped, mortified. His sweety young semen had tasted far better than any of the richest French sauces, and she'd been sucking it up and rolling it in her mouth and swallowing it just as fast as she could. But now she stopped and took her swollen lips from his penis and said, "Kenny, surely you don't think I do a thing like this with just anyone."
"It sure did feel good," he said, fondling his spent prick, glad she hadn't sucked it right off his body. "I bet you do it even better than queers do."
"What? The very idea!" she said, and haughtily rose from the floor, covering her breasts with her crossed arms and glaring down at the callous boy. "I've never done anything like, that before in my life! Not even with my husband! I thought I was doing something nice for you, something nice and natural, and you compare me to a... a queer! If that's the way you feel, you can just get out of here. Right now!" she said, and picked up his cutoffs and threw them at him.
He tried to apologize as he put them on, but he didn't know what to say in the face of her angry tirade. Pacing about in the kitchen, berating him, she reminded him of his mother, and now he only wanted to get out of her presence, bare tits and all. As he buttoned up his cutoffs, she stalked to the back door and held it open for him.
And as Kenny came slinking forward, Helen's heart melted. The dear boy hadn't known what he was saying. He'd only been trying to be nice to her. She'd just found the love of her life, and now she was driving him away from her. No matter what the price, she had to see him again and make things right between them.
He was almost through the door when she slipped an arm about his neck. Her lips were smiling as she kissed him with soft and easy warmth. Her hand tickled down over his bare chest and inside his shorts, and she was fondling his prick, still partially stiff, as she murmured, "Yes, you'd better go now, darling, because my husband will be coming home soon. Will you fix my bicycle and bring it back to me tomorrow? Do that for me, darling, and I'll do something even nicer than I did today for you, just for you. 'Bye, lover. Come early, and cum a lot."
Kenny went through her back yard mentally shaking his head. How could you figure out women? Nice to him, angry with him, nice to him again -there was no logic to it. To heck with fixing her bicycle, he thought, but then as he was going through the gate he looked back and saw her blowing him a kiss, golden hair shining, big tits swinging. He decided on the spot that he'd go back for more of those tits, but he'd be darned if he'd let her suck his prick again and turn him into some kind of a queer. But those tits of hers, they were something else!
Chapter Three
Helen sighed and closed the door. Now that she'cl made the big step and taken a young lover, she'd have to be more tolerant of the things he said. Especially with a lover as young as Kenny. Just turned eighteen, and always kept on a short rein by his parents, he was still in many ways innocent and unsophisticated compared to other youths his age, she thought. Therefore, it was only natural for him to think she went around sucking the cock of every boy who crossed her path. He had no idea what a romantically impulsive thing she'd done that day. He'd learn, however, that she really loved him, and that he loved her. As far apart as their ages were, their love was good and pure. As wild as the things were that they did together, their sex would remain forever innocent and sweet.
Already she thought so much of the boy that she knew she could never take his virginity from him, even though that abstinence would at times be a terrible cross for her to bear. But no, she would see to it that he saved himself for his future wife. She would remain content with loving him up, letting him bring her to orgasm by kissing her breasts, and gorging her starving appetite for love by sucking on his beautiful coltish prick.
She could still feel its delightfully tingling flavor in her mouth as she took a shower. She was still dreamily savoring it as she donned one of her colorful and voluminous muu-muus and laid down to take a little nap before the man she'd married returned from another busy day at his office. She went peacefully to sleep with a smile on her face, confident that she'd dream about her Kenny.
Shortly thereafter, Henry Hornaday pulled into the driveway and parked the family car. He sat there and finished his cigarette, savoring this short period he had each day between the tedium of his office and the ennui of his house. His "girl friend" had been hitch-hiking on the freeway approach, and again he hadn't picked her up. Of course he never would, for that would ruin everything between them. He could only look at her as he swept past her, and think about the things they'd do together if he could ever get the courage to actually stop for her.
She'd been wearing her calf-length red plastic boots again that day and a micro-skirt that just barely covered her twenty-one-year-old fanny. She had her matching red plastic purse slung over her shoulder and she'd been wearing a little knit top that looked as if it had been custom knit for the contours of her wonderfully pointy breasts. Long brown hair, artistically applied make-up, a most engaging smile, and a little thumb pointing in his direction. A perfect little woman, so innocent and free and young, on her way to classes at the college. Some handsome young football player would pick her up and they'd laugh and talk and say intellectual things to each other all the way to school. If Henry Hornaday picked her up, he'd ruin her opinion of men forever by saying:
"I'd sure like to eat your pussy, honey, and this is how it's going to be. I'm pulling off the freeway at the next exit, and we're getting in the back seat. What color panties are you wearing?" he would say, and yank up her little skirt while she sat there paralyzed with fear, cringing with disgust at this skinny old bastard with the terribly vulgar desires. "Black, huh? Naughty color for a virgin like you. But don't worry, you'll still be a virgin when I get done with you. I just want to lick that sweet little pussy of yours and suck your little clittie 'til you just can't quit cumming, honey. I love to lick pussy, and I haven't tasted it in years. I've been in prison, you see, for a crime I didn't commit, and yours will be the first pussy I've tasted in eighteen long years. Here we are. Get in the back seat and don't be afraid. No need to hurry, honey, I'll take off those pretty black panties." Man, he'd really eat her! His sucking lips and his slobbering tongue would soon make her forget any fears she had about him. She wouldn't be able to see him down there on the floor with his hungry mouth on her sweet little virgin's cunt, and so she'd think he was the youngest, handsomest man in the world. He'd lick her pussy so well, he'd suck her clit so good, she'd be all over that back seat, cumming like a whore in heat, and saying, "Henry, your mouth is marvelous! I can't get enough of it, but I've got to have more! I can't stop cumming, and I've got to have your big horse's cock in me! Stick it in my cunt! At last I'm tired of being a virgin! Fuck me, Henry! PLEASE FUCK ME!"
His cigarette was down to the filter and he carefully put it out in the ashtray and got out of the car. He adjusted his stiff cock in his pants as he did so, murmuring to it, "Continued tomorrow."
Helen was yawning and stretching and staggering around the house after another day of peaceful sleeping and piggish eating while he had been slaving over the company's ledger books. Although her face was considerably thinner and she'd lost the double chins around her neck, he had no illusions about her sticking to her diet. She ate all day long while he was gone and then ruined his evening meal by looking at it so covetously that he felt guilty about every mouthful he took. Under her bright, circus tent dress, she was the same old sow, and his only escape from her was in his thoughts about his "girl friend" and in his evening martini. Helen's smile as she kissed him hello that evening was so disgusting that he decided to double his evening intake of gin and vermouth.
As soon as Henry had turned away from her, Helen realized he'd had one of his hard days at work. She also realized that, for the first time in eighteen years of marriage, she'd been unfaithful to him. Fully awake now, realities began flooding in on her so fast her stomach turned over and she felt weak in the knees. How horrible- she'd picked up an innocent young man and seduced him! She'd bared her breasts to him! She'd performed fellatio! She'd swallowed his stuff! She was a nymphomaniac and an exhibitionist and an oral pervert and some kind of a cannibal!! It was all too much to bear, and she went reeling off into the kitchen and quickly downed a pint of chocolate ice cream. That eased the tremors in her body, but it didn't stop the self-loathing in her tortured brain.
It was the pills on the sink that had made her do it. She picked up the bottle and was about to throw it in the trash when she stopped, ashamed of herself in a new way. She couldn't let a few white pills control her life. She was a stronger woman than that. She had to slenderize or lose her husband, that hard-working man in the den with whom she'd spent so many nearly happy years. Those pills couldn't come between them. Certainly she'd lost control of herself that day, but it was probably because she'd suffered a minor sunstroke. No woman in her right mind would do the things she'd done that day. Now she was a cocksucker!
Helen had to lean against the sink to keep from fainting dead away. The word alone disgusted her, the deed itself was infinitely worse. And fuck. She had used that dirty word! Weak and trembling again, Helen headed back toward the refrigerator, breathing deeply and evenly, already smelling the huge wedge of cheddar cheese that awaited her. But with the cheese in her hands and her mouth yawning open for it, she stopped and set it down on the sink and picked up her bottle of diet pills. She took two, not one, and then she methodically sliced the cheese and arranged the little slabs in artistic array on a plate for her cuckolded husband.
"Wha's fer dinner?" he said from the depths of his reclining chair, looking past the offered dish of cheese to his martini glass.
"Anything you like, darling," she cheerily said, though feelings of awful guilt were breaking her heart. "I feel like cooking tonight."
He glanced at the great suety bulk hidden under that gay cloth, snickered and said, "Looks like you already did. Thaw out some steak and lobster," he said, and returned to the contemplation of his drink, and the tiny girl in the black panties who was hitching a ride on one of the ice cubes in it. Disdaining to even look over his shoulder for a sign of the blimp, he stroked his stiff cock through his pants and licked his dirty old lips while he watched himself pull the miniature panties down.
Henry ravaged his dinner with more than his usual gusto, while Helen tried to make her lettuce leaf and two-ounce portion of cottage cheese last. The pills killed much of her appetite, but they didn't stop the rumbling of her stomach or make delicious food smell any less delicious. Henry was entirely unfeeling about the torment he was putting her through, but the man she'd someday meet in the park would care. He'd be some kind of an inventor. Courtly and handsome and of course very rich, he'd have made his fortune by inventing a way to replace calories in food with the essence of flavor. As she always did, she would meet this Prince Charming while he was walking his mastiff and she was gracefully exercising on her bicycle. A polite smile would begin their affair, and a month later they'd be graciously dining in his Rome apartment on mountains of food that tasted divine but were changed into pure energy by the digestive processes of the human body. Usually Helen fantasized about their courtship, and lately some of these fantasies had been more than a little lurid. But tonight, smelling the steak and lobster so quickly disappearing into her greedy husband's maw, she leapt right on to the happy-forever-after part of her imaginary existence. Why not? What fantasies could be more lurid than the real-life experiences she'd known that day? She started to smile a secret, gloating smile then viciously called herself a dirty cocksucker and began on her lettuce leaf.
His girl friend's little pussy, Henry decided, would taste even better than the hot buttery piece of lobster he was rolling around in his mouth. Once he got his hands on her, he'd really give her a good cunt-licking, but first he'd have to talk her into it. He'd be reasonable and calm about it and at last she'd give in. Years ago, when Helen had been almost as slim as his girl friend, Henry had learned the folly of simply trying to dive head first between her legs.
His impulsive attempts at cunnilingus with her when they were first married had been met with horrified shock. Now he wouldn't eat Helen's fat old cunt for anything in the world, but at least he'd learned from his experience with her that smooth talking would get his tongue in his girl friend's twat faster than a direct attack. The first time he kissed her there, she'd just love it. Never mind the football players, his girl friend would be his forever then. And once he got her used to having her pretty little cunt lapped twenty or thirty times a day, she'd become almost dependent on it. If he ever wanted to see her in her dainty little black panties, he'd have to ask her to put them on, because she'd be forever running around their little love nest in only her skirt and blouse, ready to flip up that skirt if he so much as smiled at her. More likely she'd run around naked. She might even shave her little pussy just to tempt him to go down on her more often. Yes, she would definitely become dependent on it. In a month or even a week of steady cunt lapping and clit sucking, his girl friend would do anything for a little more of it. She'd let him fuck her, of course. And he'd probably do that once they were living together. Why not? Already she'd be too spoiled for a younger man, and as inexperienced as she was, she wouldn't find anything ugly about his cock, like Helen did. Then she'd become dependent on his cock. If he held that back from her and also declined to suck her hot little hungry twat for a few hours, there'd be no telling what she'd do for it. She might even suck him off, he thought, and at this he uttered a low moan and was compelled to reach under the table and grasp his burning hard-on and squeeze it hard.
"Heartburn, dear?" said Helen to the greedy barracuda across the table from her.
"Uh-huh," said Henry, massaging his cock in simulation of his girl friend's lips and wishing he was in the bathroom.
"You've been eating too fast, darling," Helen said, gazing wistfully at the last big bite of rich pink meat on his plate and finding her Kenny's prickhead infinitely more attractive to her palate.
She'd been wondering if she could adopt Kenny. She knew the chances were remote, but at least she could do it in her imagination. What a time they'd have together then. She'd never let him put a stitch of clothing on once they returned from work each day. And if she started a business for them, he might work naked there at times. All she really knew how to do was cook and keep house. She could start a restaurant and serve delicious French cuisine while she happily subsisted on the French sauce she got from her Kenny's beautiful prick. The more she sucked on it, the more there'd be for her. And as he got older and his balls got bigger and bigger, she might survive on nothing but his sweet, salty cream. She'd read once where there was a lot of protein in it, probably vitamins and minerals, too, and how much more pleasant it would be to take than those bitter little pills. By the time he was twenty, his balls would hang down to his knees and his prick would be hanging down past them, if she ever let it get soft. In time it might get as big as Henry's. It might even get as gnarled and ugly as Henry's, but she'd always love to suck on it. And in time, she'd wind up taking his virginity from him. At the thought of actually fucking him someday Helen's pussy opened out like a flower and the juices fairly gushed.
"Excuse me," she muttered, quite full with sudden lust, and left the table to rush toward the bathroom and be sick.
"You ate too slow and got indigestion!" Henry called after her, chuckling at the sight of her billowing muu-muu trailing out of the room behind her, and reaching more freely for his cock.
Safe in the bathroom, Helen started to bend over the toilet and empty her aching gut of its meager contents. Instead she locked the door, pushed up her skirts and sat down with her legs wide apart and rubbed her gushing cunt hard. "Kenny, Kenny," she moaned. "Come live with me and do everything to me, everything! Suck me and fuck me everywhere and swing on my tits. Make me cum like I really need to cum, lover, and I'll be the most beautiful woman in the world for you."
Her flying fingers weren't enough. The electric toothbrush was right there but it's bristly head would be too abrasive. While her pussy simmered and seethed and drooled its pungent juices, Helen quickly lathered up the little toothbrush head, shoved it in her gaping cunt and turned on the switch.
Inside her pounding breast a voice silently shouted, "FUCK ME, KENNY, FUCK ME! RUB YOUR BEAUTIFUL PRICK ALL OVER ME AND STICK IT IN MY EYES AND MY EARS AND MY TITS AND MY CUNT, OH, MY CUNT!!! SUCK MY CUNT WHILE I FILL UP ON YOUR CREAM! STICK IT IN ME AND FUCK ME AND FUCK ME AND FUCK ME, JUST LIKE THIS!!!" her silent voice shouted.
Her big body trembled and quaked. The toothbrush was doing its new job. It had buzzed her along right to the point of orgasm, and now by closing her eyes tight and concentrating on Kenny's nude body running toward her through a green field of wheat, she went over the hump and felt like she had to climax or go mad. "Ur-r-r-r-rgh! Uh, uh, uh," she grunted, throwing her twat back at the brush as she jabbed its rapidly vibrating prong in and out of her. "OH, UR-R-R-R-G-GGH!" she groaned, as the good feelings flooded through her and her cunt juices came gushing out to wet her quivering big buttocks and drip down into the bowl.
Outside the door, Henry said, "You okay in there? You sound pretty sick, baby."
"What? What?" Rinse off the toothbrush! Pull down her muu-muu. "I'm all right now, dear. I'll be right out."
He hadn't thought she'd be in there so long. Now that he'd let his presence be known, he'd have to wait for her before he got in there and jerked off. But now his cock was dwindling. Better to save it for another time. Better not to do it at all, for masturbation was a childish thing and he wasn't quite old enough to be in his second childhood. Helen smiled at him wanly as she came out, and he bestowed a kiss on her cheek. He closed the door behind him, washed his face and brushed his teeth.
The toothbrush tasted soapy, and that somehow brought to mind again his girl friend and the taste of her pussy. By the time he'd rinsed his mouth out his cock was hard as a rock. He lathered it up with the bar of soap and grinned at his grizzled reflection in the mirror as he stroked himself with both hands. "If you're a virgin now, little lady, you won't be for long. See mis? I'm going to jam it right in you, baby, and you're going to love it. You're going to get completely hooked on this cock. I'm going to do nothing but fuck you, in the mouth, in the cunt, even in your pretty little butt. And when we need some money to eat on, I'm going to send you out street-walking, but no matter how many guys you fuck, you'll always come back for more of this old cock. Oh, shit!" he snarled, as his thick cock spurted heavily into the sink. "Nn-n-g-g-g-g. More. More," he muttered, pumping it harder, watching it squirt, and wishing it was squirting all over the pretty face of his prostitute "girl friend."
It seemed to last a long time, and he was exhausted when he'd finished. He went straight to bed. Helen's bulk was already beside him in the darkness. She couldn't see the agony on his face for turning a sweet young free thing like that girl on the freeway into a whore, even in his imagination.
Helen couldn't have seen him even if the lights had been on, for her eyes were too filled with tears. Giving up Kenny would be the end of her world, but that was far better than taking his precious virginity from him.
Chapter Four
Helen usually treated herself to a second cup of coffee in the morning after Henry left for v/ork, but on the morning after her meeting with Kenny she passed it by. She wanted nothing at all in her that might ruffle the calm she must maintain while she broke the boy's heart by telling him they could never meet again. She worked very hard in her back yard all morning, looking up at the gate from time to time, but there was no sign of him. Promptly at noon she stopped her work, showered and put on a fresh muu-muu, and devoured half a grapefruit and two diet pills. Nibbling absently on the citrus rind, she considered various ways to break the bad news to him. She couldn't be too direct about it or he'd break into tears, and in holding him to her breast to comfort him she'd never let him go till he'd loved her up one more time. On the other hand, if she took too long in telling him, she'd succumb to Mis-boyish beauty and throw herself at him. She wondered what her very wise friend Alicia would do, and in answer she decided to play it by ear and hope for the best.
Helen started to get up and do some housework, then sank back into her chair with her heart in her throat. There on the floor under the kitchen table were Kenny's under-shorts. Great heavens, if Henry had seen them he'd have throttled her. She reached down and snatched them up, buried her face in them and began to weep. She sobbed and sobbed at what a shameful wife she was while her tears wet her young lover's shorts and her lungs took in great draughts of air through them.
They smelled of him, oh, how they smelled of him. She used them to dry her tears and then spread them out on the kitchen table and placed her full lips against the crotch, murmuring his name, squirming her fat juicy pussy against the chair bottom. One more time with him' wouldn't hurt. He had the only thing that would appease her hunger. And there would be more than one more time. She'd suck him off at every opportunity. She'd never let him fuck her, but she'd be his own private cocksucker for as long as he wanted her, and she'd love every moment and every swallow of it along the way. She didn't even care if Henry eventually caught her and throttled her. Her only concern was that her Kenny would soon arrive.
Helen got up and looked for him through the window, paced the house and looked for him again.
She had learned a few things from yesterday's cocksucking session, and this one would be even better. Her brow was damp, and she took Kenny's shorts from her nose briefly to mop it. If she thought he was ready for it, she'd fuck him today. But where in heaven was he? She ought to go in and use the toothbrush, but she had to save every bit of her hot lust for her newfound lover. But her cunt was itching so badly that she had to scratch it through her muu-muu as she hurried through the back yard to look over the fence for him. She groaned when she saw the empty alley. She should paddle his bare butt for being so late, while he lay with his naked prick between her naked legs, bawling and promising he'd kiss her cunt if she'd stop spanking him. The whole front of her muu-muu was wet from where she'd been scratching herself! She hiked it up and blotted herself with his shorts, and now the smell of their bodies mingling on the cotton was so sweet she almost fainted.
A big drink of water inside the house. Another diet pill to quiet her hungry belly till she could fill it with his cum. If she had his number, she'd call him and to hell with his mother answering the phone, but she didn't even know his last name!
Helen was just about to go in and use the toothbrush in her aching, leaking cunt when the front doorbell rang.
"Some salesman," she angrily muttered as she strode toward it with Kenny's bunched panties in her fist. "If he's young and pretty enough, I'll just fuck him. At least suck him off. No, damn it, I'm Kenny's cocksucker and nobody else's. But where in the devil is he? I just can't wait much longer."
Helen didn't have to wait long at all, for it was Kenny who had rung her doorbell. He was standing four feet away from her with her bicycle between them on the porch. He was in his cutoffs, trying to look angry with her as she leaned against the door jamb and gave him her youngest, prettiest smile.
"Hi, Kenny," she said in a low, throaty voice. "Aren't you going to come inside and let me thank you for fixing my bike?"
He shook his head. "I gotta go."
"At least come in and get your shorts," she said, and threw them behind her into the living room.
"Or were you feeling so good when you left me yesterday that you forgot you left them here?"
"I got more," he said, still scowling, turning to leave her, leave her\
"Kenny, why are you mad at me?"
At least it stopped him. From six feet away he said, "I don't want to talk about it."
"Didn't you like it when I let you play with my tits, dear?"
"Well, yeah. But I gotta go."
"And didn't it feel good when I sucked your cock, Kenny?"
"Too darned good!" he said, and turned to stalk down the walk.
"Kenny, come back!" she cried, her outward calm almost leaving her. It was her quiet desperation for him that took over. It carried her quickly out of the deep shadows of the porch and past the bicycle that had brought them together. It took her to the bright sunlight at the edge of her porch step, and by the time she was there she had her muu-muu pulled down to her waist, and there was a lilt in her voice again as she said, "Kenny?"
His scowl vanished from his face as he turned and saw her standing there in full view of the neighbors or a passing patrol car. She laughed at the stunned look on his face and then turned it into the sultriest smile as she fondled and squeezed one of her big bare tits. "Going to come in and tell me why you're mad at me?"
She let the bright folds of her muu-muu fall to the porch floor. She was still smiling as she ran her hands lazily over the soft bulge of her belly and her thighs and her cunt, and she said, "Going to come inside and play with me while you tell me, darling?"
Kenny now reeled backward at the sight of her hairy snatch. Now he teetered forward and followed Helen's big white ass as it jiggled and squirmed against itself and led him into her house. The door was firmly closed behind him and she slung her arms about his neck, still smiling like that movie star. "I was hoping you'd be glad to see me," she said, and kissed him right on the mouth. He couldn't see her any more for a while then, but he sure could feel her. He felt her bare toes digging at his, but most of all he felt her sweet mouth sucking on his tongue and her big tits mashing against his chest, her big soft hips under his grasping hands and her hairy cunt which he'd just barely seen pushing against his stiff prick.
"Well, at least you're a little glad to see me," she said, and reached between them and squeezed his prick. She reached inside his shorts and did it again, certain that she had him now, and thus able to boldly give herself the treat of holding his hot hard prick in her bare hand. "Now tell me what's troubling you," she said, "if you can remember."
"Well, it was..." Kenny found it difficult to even breathe with her cool hand fondling his hot prick and nuts. "... it was what you did to me."
"Mmm-m-m. I did a lot, and I liked every bit of it. But there was something I did you didn't like? Tell me what it was, darling. But first take off these silly shorts."
She flipped open the buttons of his jeans and stepped back. This, too, was a treat she richly deserved, watching him undress just for her. Standing naked with her hands on her hips, she had a good clear view of every bit of his young masculine body as he bent at the waist and obediently stripped down his cutoffs and shorts. Not a stitch on his body, that was how she always wanted him. His taut bare bottom was as cute as any girl's could ever be. Helen coolly resisted the impulse to kiss him there just yet. Smooth young muscles that were becoming bulgy and strong. They were quite strong enough to please her now. Creamy tan skin. She could taste it already. Sweet fuzzy walnut balls, just waiting to be rolled and fondled in her hand. And best of all his hard smooth cock pointing up at her as he stood up, begging for the wet warmth of her mouth and her pussy. Her hand reached out and curled around it, and she said, "Yes, that's much better, lover. I like you naked."
She pulled him forward 'til his prick was pushing deep into the softness of her thigh. "What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Kenny dear?"
Kenny still hadn't gotten over how he'd felt in taking off his shorts, and the things she was doing to his prick weren't doing much toward clarifying his thoughts. Bending over as he'd done, her snatch had been right there in front of him. It had been gross. It was a thick tangle of hair centered broadly in the curved triangle of her belly and thighs, and he didn't know how in the world anyone could find his way through it with his prick. Pictures of naked woman he'd seen in magazines couldn't compare to this in-the-flesh reality. But he hadn't seen nearly enough of it to satisfy his raging curiosity. So close to it like that, he'd at last been able to identify the source of Mrs, Horaaday's scent. Down there close to her snatch he'd smelled less of the flower and inore of the musk, and he hadn't liked what he'd smelled at all. But now, standing erect and having his erect prick rubbed against this fabulous woman's leg, Kenny's nostrils were flaring for one more deep whiff of Mrs. Hornaday's cunt. He answered her question, however, all dizzy with desire as he was, and said, "You sucked me off. Gave me a blow-job. I shouldn't have let you. It's not nice. It's what... fags do to each other."
"Not nice?" she said, "I thought it was." Helen bent right over and took his prick in her mouth. She gave it a good hard suck, nice and loving, with a lot of tongue. Ohh, it was as delicious as she'd known it would be. It fit in her mouth perfectly. She wanted to go right on sucking him off while he shivered with pleasure and looked down at her big white ass 'til he creamed in her mouth, but now that she had him in her clutches again, she also wanted to make it last. She stood up and rubbed his wetted prick in her pubic hair, smiled and licked her lips and said, "I just love to suck your cock, and I'm not queer at all! Don't worry about it, Kenny. Just enjoy it."
"But I heard one of the guys say ..." He said, "Oh, wow, you've sure got big tits, Mrs. Hornaday."
"Yours to play with, Kenny. Lots more of me, too. Give me your hand, darling. Give me your hand and let me show you how to play with a woman while you tell me what this silly old friend of yours had to say about cocksucking women like me."
"He was talking about guys doing it, I think," said Kenny, as his hand was led to her big breasts and guided smoothly over all their velvety contours. "But it's not supposed to be, you know, good for you."
"Honey, it's perfectly all right for a woman to suck your prick. And I am a woman. See?" she said, and she led his hand right down between her legs, and at the first contact of his trembling fingers with her pulsing cunt, both of them moaned and closed their eyes and moved closer together.
"Oh, Kenny!" Helen said. "Play with my cunt, honey, play with it. Stick your fingers right in it. Kenny, don't be afraid. Oh-h-h-h. Oh, heavens! Kenny, you're inside me with your fingers! Up higher now. Oh, don't let it ever stop! Right up there, there's a little "button". YES, RIGHT THERE! Honey, pull it and push it and rub it and make me feel good, make me cum for you like I never did before in my life! Oh, honey, rub it and rub it. Oh, baby, yes, yes, YES!"
Kenny couldn't believe the transformation in her. He was driving her absolutely crazy, just by tickling his fingers around in the buttery wet softness of her cunt. Her eyes were half closed and her mouth was hanging open. Her big ths were jiggling even faster than his fingers were moving on the intriguing little button she'd shown him. She was groaning as if in agony ... "Uh-h-h-h. Uh-h-h-h. Oh-h-h-h-h-h"... but she sure wasn't moving away from him. Jiggling and twitching all over like that, he saw how really fat she was, but man, she looked sexier than ever somehow, and ready for absolutely anything.
"You want to fuck?" he said. "Can I... fuck you, Mrs. Hornaday?"
"Yes. Oh-h-h-h-h, yes, yes, yes," she said, already being fucked far better than she'd been in years and years and years. "Stick your hard young prick in me and make me feel even better than I am already." He was the most wonderful masterful man in the world, the idol of all her dreams, and she was his entirely. "Fuck me and suck me and bite on my tits and lick my ass. Anything you like, lover. Just don't ever stop. She was shaking and cumming all over, tits jouncing now, legs apart and hot juice running down her thighs. Wave after wave of hot, hot pleasure ran up and down her body while the boy diddled and tweaked her bursting clit, looking at her closely through rapacious eyes with the lovelight barely shining through. This was exactly what she'd been thinking about for the past twenty-four hours. This huge excitement and the feeling of his cock in her mouth. She grunted obscenely and hit another high note in her orgasm and she said, "Just let me taste your cock again and you can fuck me all you want, all you fucking WANT!"
His prick tasted better than ever. She savored it quickly with every one of her taste buds. And kneeling before him, Helen was now quite unable to keep her own fingers out of her cunt. She pawed and pulled at It madly, but still that wasn't good enough to compare with the wild excitement his fingers had produced or the even wilder pleasures she'd know from his cock in her cunt.
Kenny tried to help her to her feet. Getting sucked off felt just terrific, but he wanted to fuck her. He'd heard stories about how hot women could get, and now he believed them. She was sucking his prick so hard that it almost hurt, and she wouldn't quit when he tried to pull her up. She was shaking all over, and he knew darned well she was playing with her pussy. He hadn't had nearly enough of that yet It was really wild to feel that hot, wet part of her body, and it was even more crazy to watch the things it did to her when he played with her there. He was a little scared about fucking her, but he sure did want to do it.
"Come on, Mrs. Hornaday," he said. "You said I could fuck you now. Let me fuck you, Mrs. Hornaday. Show me how you want it."
Helen drew her mouth off his outrageously stiff prick. He hadn't given her his sticky hot cream yet, but he would, many times. She bent her head down and licked his lovely little balls while pressing his cock against her feverish face. She sucked one of the tight little nuts right into her mouth and clung tightly to the orgasm that act produced for a few moments before she sank back on the carpet and opened her arms and her legs to him.
"Yes, my hot little virgin lover, come x]n and fuck me now. You're beautiful Get down on your knees between my legs and put that sweet prick right in my hungry old cunt. You'l1 love fucking me, Kenny. I'll teach you to just love it."
One of her hands reached out to his raging cock and the other went between her legs to part the thick patch of hair and show Kenny where he was going. Her cunt was exceedingly pink, and it looked just huge. He couldn't see the hole he knew was there because her hand was moving up and down and ail around in the pink. With her feet planted flat on the floor, she was squirming her hips up and pushing her cunt against her hand. Her big ass was being flattened against the floor by her weight and her big tits were partially flattened, too, though the coral nipples were still up hard. Her blonde hair was tousled, her eyelids were drooping heavily, and there was a challenge in her smile as she continued to beckon to him with both hands. Kenny's prick led the way as he got down on his knees between her parted legs.
And Helen led the way from there. She took his prick in hand and drew him right down on top of her. Smiling and sighing and moaning with pleasure, she undulated sensuously under him as her hand introduced his stiff prick to her buttery curtt. It felt terrifically soft and amazingly hot. He didn't know if he was in the hole or not, but that didn't really matter because all of it felt good. Her arms were around him now and so were her legs, as with her heels in his buttocks she helped him stab and jab and fuck her for all he was worth.
"Oh yes, baby, fuck me," she crooned- "Oh heaven, that feels good. Darling, you've a wonderful strong prick. Just stick it any place you want down there; it ail feels good now. Just fuck me all you want to, and then I'll suck your cock some more. It's stupid to go through life being a virgin when you have a woman like me to teach you how to fuck. Oh. yes, rub it hard right there1 Right (here, Kenny! Kenny, you're just wonderful! I just love the way you fuck! Darling, you're going to make me cum real big for you! Darling, stay with me now! Harder, honey, harder! UH-H-H-H-H-H! Oh, this's good! OH-H-H-H-H-H-H, FUCK!!!" she exploded, as his rasping little cock set off the big explosion in her body. "FUCK, FUCK, she shouted, roliing around on the floor under his frantically pumping body and spurring him harder with her heels.
Though his cock wasn't even in her vagina, she'd never had a fuck this good in her life! For that matter, she'd never had her legs around a man like this before, either. Of course Henry was the only man who'd ever fucked her before. She'd been too chaste and innocent and dumb to put her tegs around his hips when she was younger, and as the years passed, her bulk had increased to a point where she couldn't have done it if she'd tried. But she wouldn't want to try with him, for with that kind of urging of a cock his size, she'd be split wide open. Kenny's still-maturing cock, though, couldn't do anything but make her feel good. She had had the full, lovely length of it in her cunt right at the start, thoroughly divesting him of his virginity. That in itself was enough to make her cum again, and as inexperienced as it was it produced delightful sensations in her big cunt that boosted her orgasm along. And when at the peak of her orgasm his prick had slipped out of her cunt, the sensations were still there. Each one of his rapid pokes and jabs into her pulpy wet flesh inflated her orgasm a little more. And when at last she'd succeeded in directing those jabs right on the point of her clitoris, she at long last found out what it was like to have a really complete orgasm.
Her shouts and contortions were frightening
Kenny, but they weren't stopping him. He was running out of breath, too, but the fantastic thrill of actually fucking a woman was in itself enough to keep him going. The feelings everywhere in his body helped, too. She was practically smothering him with her arms and legs all around him, gasping and shouting in his ear. It was like being at the amusement park and going on all the rides at the same time, with the best ride of all being the skyrocket shooting higher and higher before it burst into a million lights and let him float back to earth.
It was just about to burst when Mrs. Hornaday shuddered and groaned and went limp under him, and he knew he'd killed her with his prick.
"Are you all fight, Mrs. Hornaday? What should I do?" said Kenny.
"Ah-h-h-h-h," she sighed. "I needed that. Almighty, did I ever cum! You feel good, lover?"
"Yeah, but... are you okay?" he said, and relieved her of his weight and crouched apprehensively at her side.
"Never better," she said, and her smile confirmed her words. She reached out her hand and curled it around his prick, still nice and hard for her. "Did you cum, honey? I got so busy I couldn't pay that much attention for a while."
"I don't know, but it sure did feel good. Boy, I really like to fuck, I think. For a while, there, I thought sure I was cumming, but now I don't know if I did or not. I sure did like it, though!"
Helen managed to get up on one elbow. His prick still looked awfully good to her. "Well, honey," she said, "you can just come over and fuck me any time you want. I like it just as much as you do, and now that you're not a virgin any more, there's no reason we can't fuck every day. No reason I can't suck your pretty cock every day, too. There's nothing at all queer about it. I like it and you like it and... and ...,"
His prick looked absolutely delicious to her, glistening wet and shining pink from their first fuck. She leaned closer and gave it an upward lick with her tongue, then slipped her mouth down over it as if it were a sweet juicy pickle.
His body stiffened. She backed off,, smiling and licking her lips. "Tastes like more," she said, and had another good suck on it. Most of its flavor was from her cunt, but she could taste through that quite easily to the delicious little droplets of his semen that had oozed out during their first frantic fuck. "No, I don't think you had your nice cum for the day," she said. "But you will. Darling boy, you saved it up to cum in my mouth, didn't you? Because you know how much I love to taste your sweet cum-cum, and because it makes you feel so good."
"Couldn't I try to fuck you again?" "There's tomorrow for that. And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. But right now I'm going to give you a really special cocksucking."
Chapter Five
"You got my hot cunt just sopping wet, honey," said Helen. "I'm leaking all over the carpet. My husband will probably smell it when he gets home, but at his age he's forgotten what sex even smells like any more. Just wait here for a moment, darling, while I freshen us both up a little."
Kenny laid on his back with his prick standing straight up to watch her go. Helen switched her big asscheeks as provocatively as she could leaving the living room, then hurried to the bathroom. Things were going marvelously well with her and her young lover, and it was up to her to keep them going that way. With a stiffie like he had, there was little chance he'd get scared again and leave, but nevertheless Helen hurried as fast as she could in preparing for yet another thrilling session with the sweet youth who was rapidly surrendering .all of his innocence to her.
First she squatted on the toilet and pissed just as much and as fast as she could. Then she quickly but thoroughly used a washcloth and scented soap on her sex-wetted thighs and her happy old cunt, clear on down to her butthole. She cleansed away the soap and dabbed a little perfume there, powdered her loins and rapidly brushed out her hair. A quarter inch of dark roots were showing the gray. She'd have to bleach it for him very soon. Still fairly confident that he'd wait for her and her hungry mouth, she smeared a little lipstick on her mouth, impulsively rubbed a bit more on her nipples and hurried to the kitchen. She downed a big glass of water to clear her taste buds for his lovely prick, and she poured a glass of orange juice for Kenny. The relief she felt at seeing him still waiting for her felt almost as good as an orgasm. His hard young prick and the open admiration in his eyes added to Helen's pleasure.
She looked just huge as she walked naked toward him. She was quite heavy, almost fat, but she looked like she was stepping out of a magazine centerfold. Her tits didn't stand up like the girls in the photos did, and she was a lot older, but the size of her dark-haired cunt and the very fact that she was real more than made up for those little details. Her smile was dazzling him and her perfume had his head reeling as she knelt beside him on the floor and gave him a glass. He hardly tasted the sweet coldness as he drank it, for he was too enraptured by her heavy, liquid grace as she lay down beside him on her side with her red lips close to his prick and her wonderfully curvaceous hips where he could get a good look at them.
She was just one sweeping curve after another down there, and each curve called for more attention to her hairy cunt. The only naked women he'd ever seen before were in pictures, and here she was showing him almost the whole works. He'd be forever grateful to her for that. As saggy as her tits were, they were still just beautiful. Even her belly button was fascinating to look at, but still what fascinated him the most was her cunt. All he could see of that was the thick triangle of hair. He knew he could poke his finger down there and find her hole but he couldn't stop just looking at her as she washed him all over his prick and balls with a warm wet cloth.
"You've got the nicest prick I've ever seen, Kenny," she said. "And I just love to suck on it. Open your legs, darling, and let me wash down under your pretty little balls. That's right. Feel nice?"
"Oh, wow," he said, and his legs spread even wider for the sliding wet warmth of her washcloth.
"I got myself all cleaned up in the bathroom," she told him. "This is how the Geisha girls treat their men in Japan. Such a pretty prick - I can't resist it," she said, and took its round little red head in her mouth and swirled her tongue over it, spreading and capturing every bit of the clear drop of seminal fluid that had been forming there during her ablutions. It thrilled her to make him squirm around with his cock in her mouth, and she made him squirm a lot when she worked the washcloth deep into his little butthole.
"Don't you like that, honey?" she said, watching him writhe almost uncontrollably as she worked her finger in his asshole while his prick flopped about and bumped against her lips.
"I dunno. It feels so funny," he said, gasping and panting now, but never closing his legs.
Helen really had him going now. It was wonderful! He was almost as hot as she'd been when she'd let him tuck her, but she could get him hotter still before he came, and she'd be right there to suck it all out of him without missing a drop when he did it.
"I think you like having me play with your little bunghole," she said. "I don't think you want me to stop doing it just yet."
"It feels so weird," he said, clutching at the carpet and clutching at her, quite beside himself with these strange new feelings.
Helen tossed the washcloth aside and wormed her finger up his asshole, delicious thrills coursing through her as he moaned and gasped anew. It was pulpy and warm, not unlike her cunt, but considerably smaller and firmer. She eased her finger in and out, saying, "That's better yet, isn't it?"
"Oh, no, no, no-o-o-o-o," he moaned, and his prick bobbed and bounced crazily as he frantically worked his asshole against her moving finger.
Another drop of seminal fluid had formed on the head of his prick, and Helen stopped her finger's movements while she carefully sucked it up and swallowed it. She was getting pretty hot by now, but still in good control of herself and in even better control of him. One little twitch of her finger could set him jumping and gasping. He was so excited he didn't know if he wanted her to stop or go on, but she wasn't about to stop as long as his prick was hard and her blood was racing so fast.
She'd never dreamed a man could get so excited! In Kenny's state she could get him to do anything she asked of him. She could even get him to kiss her pussy. All she had to do was ask. That wouldn't be fair of course, just as it hadn't been fair to take his virginity from him. But none of the things a thirty-nine-year-old woman did with a shy eighteen-year-old were exactly "fair," and it was high time she found out what the big fuss about cunnilingus was all about Still and all, it just wouldn't be right for her to ask him to kiss her cunt while he was in this hot condition, and if he found it repugnant he'd blame her for talking him into it.
Helen scissored her thighs slowly together as she said, "You can't fool me, Kenny. You like my finger in your asshole as much as I like yours in my cunt. I'm going to leave it right there while I give you your blow-job now. Mm-m-m-m-m. Tastes so good. Mm-hm-m-m-m-ra," she said as she rolled him on his side to face her more directly and licked her tongue over his prickhead.
"I'm going to take my time about this. I want a lot of your nice hot cum today, darling. Here," she said, and slid her uppermost leg back and her lower leg toward him. "Here, deaf. Just lay your cheek on my nice soft leg and be comfortable while I suck your prick. Mm, it's going to taste so good."
Her lips were much softer than before on his prick and the swirling caresses of her tongue were light and sweet. Her mouth was sending constant waves of tingling sensation through his body, and each time she moved her finger in his asshole he had to groan and hang on to something. Since Mrs. Hornaday was all around him, he hung on to her. His fingers dug deeply into her soft flesh and at times he felt like sinking his teeth into her leg as the sweet agonies in his young body grew almost too much to bear. Her scent was very strong now. The flowery fragrance was present, but much more than that he could smell her cunt. And when he could get his eyes focused he could see it, for now she had her leg bent up at the knee as she sucked his cock.
"I just love to go down on you," she said, holding his cock very carefully and touching her tongue to it. She was being just as gentle as she could with him. That wasn't easy, for her mouth was watering for all of his cum and the hot clutchings of his hands were making her pussy swell and throb.
His face was less than a foot from her crotch. She could feel his hot breath on her leg racing up through her entire crotch, giving her a thrilling preview of how his mouth would feel there if he decided to kiss her pussy.
She looked weird up there between her legs. Kenny was in such a state of frenzied yearning that everything looked weird to him, but Mrs. Hornaday's pussy really looked weird. He couldn't quite see the little button she'd been talking about, the one that seemed to be the key to driving her crazy. He couldn't see that wonderful warm hole he'd had his prick in either. All he could see through the dark hair there was wet red flesh, grotesque and pulpy and quite fascinating.
Helen had him right on the verge of cumming now and she knew it. The smallest movement of her finger on his asshole would make his body jerk uncontrollably, and now she only had to blow her warm breath against his prick to make him moan and gasp and clutch harder at her leg. Her stomach was growling for his sweet cream, but her pussy seemed to be screaming even louder for something more substantial than his panting breath against it. He only needed a little more urging to do what she wanted. Even if he didn't like it, it was something he should at least try.
Helen took her hand from his prick and snaked it down between her legs. With two fingers she spread open the top of her overheated slit. Her hairy old cunt was probably horribly ugly to him, but she wanted to make it clear to him that he didn't have to kiss all of it. She blew on his throbbing prick again and said, "That's my little button that makes me feel so good when you touch it, Kenny. Kiss me there just once, honey, and I'll make you cum really good. Just one little kiss to show me you like me, honey. One little kiss on my clittie to make me feel half as good as you're about to feel."
It didn't look at all like anything he wanted to kiss, but she was being so darned nice to him that he felt he had to do it. He had to do something or he'd go right out of his mind. He took a deep, shuddering breath and thrust his head forward. It was all hot and sex stinky, but his lips touched her where she wanted. Even in his state of sexual delirium he knew that for sure, for she writhed and moaned just as she had when he'd touched her there. Her legs yawned and opened wider and she pushed herself harder against his lips. She was groaning and almost sobbing, but now he knew she wasn't going to have a heart attack. Even with his nose buried in the smelly pulp of her twat, he managed to give her a good hard kiss there on her button, and he was just about to back off and let her make him cum when her fingers closed tightly in his hair, "Darling, that's wonderful!" she exclaimed. "Honey, you're kissing my pussy!" she exploded, rolling about on the floor and taking him with her. "Suck on it, darling, right there, suck on it! Oh, my darling lover, OH-H-H-H-H-H- H-h-h-h-h ... Use your tongue, Kenny. Lick it and suck it and . . . AH-H-H-H-K-H-h-h-h-h... Sixty-nine, oh, dear heavens, we're doing sixty-nine!"
At the first touch of his lips Helen started cumming, and now it was happening to her over and over and over. Her familiar old living room was turning upside-down as her orgasmic heavings rolled them across the carpet. His springy, rock-hard prick was jamming against her face as wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through her. She tried to get it in her mouth, but the gyrations of their locked bodies prevented that and made it impossible to do anything more than shower hot kisses on his balls and deep in his loins and even on his little asshole. Just one more of those crashing explosions of joy and she'd release her hold on his hair and give him the best cocksucking he'd ever have in his life. She wrung every drop of pleasure from it, holding as still as she could and concentrating on the wicked joys of seducing a youth into kissing the twat of a middle-aged matron. And when at last the shivering pleasures began to diminish just a bit, she let go of his hair and slipped her loving mouth over his cock.
Wonder of wonders, he didn't stop sucking her off! Helen was lying on her side again when she resumed sucking him, and now she threw a leg over him to coax him to go on with his half of the sixty-nming as she gave his pecker the sucking it so richly deserved. But her Kenny was such an angel - he didn't need much coaxing. Far from it, his arms were around her big hips now and his hands were clutching at her flabby old buttocks as he went right on kissing her cunt. Without her guiding hand to show him, his lips had strayed from her supremely happy clit, but that hardly mattered now, for her entire crotch was just as sensitive to the touch as her clit had been before. Her pleasures were every bit as great as before, even more so for now there was no frantic haste involved.
She was crouched over him in froggy fashion as he lay on his back, enabling her to use both hands and her mouth on his prick and balls and asshole. The heavy weight of her pelvis wasn't bearing down on his face, but her open cunt was right there for him to kiss if he chose to, and he was making the right choice. What a fantastic day! She'd taught a virgin how to fuck and enjoy it, and now she'd successfully taught him - and herself - the joys of sixty-nining. If Henry and Alicia and all her friends and neighbors had walked in right then, she wouldn't have stopped until they'd dragged her off her little lover. It was simply too good to stop, and it was going to get better yet.
At first Kenny hadn't liked the taste of pussy at all, and he still wasn't altogether certain about it. And it was too wet, and with the exception of her exciting little button, it was too soft. By now, however, he did like the heavy smell of it, somehow, and perhaps it was this that made him go on kissing her there. As hot as it had been outside, he liked the warmth between her legs, too. And he liked being able to hold her naked hips in his arms and feel one of those big old asses he'd been staring at on the streets so often lately. And he liked the way he could make her move and squirm her tits against his naked body just by kissing her between her legs. But best of all, he liked the way she was licking and kissing and blowing on his prick and balls and asshole.
The strength of Helen's orgasms were noticeably diminishing. They were still the best she'd had in years, but she knew if she didn't stop soon she'd be a physical wreck for weeks, though a very contented one. She allowed one more wracking shiver of delight to surge through her old body and then devoted all her efforts to making her lover happy. She took his darling prick firmly in hand and gave its head a good sucking. He began to kick and buck his body as a prelude to his ejaculation, and she firmly held down his hips with her elbows. She was an expert cocksucker by now, she felt, and completely devoted to her art. She could jerk him off and suck him at the same time and add to his pleasures by tickling him deeply with her finger in his asshole. All these things she'd learned in the past twenty-four hours, proving beyond a doubt that she'd wasted nearly half her life before finding she'd been put on this earth as a sexual animal and nothing else. She could even predict the exact instant Kenny was going to cum for her and thus have all of her senses
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attuned to slurping up the gush of his semen as it came to her.
He had a lot this day, just as she'd known he would. It flowed into her mouth so thickly and quickly that she couldn't taste it as thoroughly as she'd wanted to before swallowing it. There would be more for her, however, and perhaps not only Kenny's cum. Visions of a thousand stiff young pricks pressing in on her from every side crowded into her thrilling concentration on the blow-job and sent her lusts spiraling. She was jerking him off as rapidly as she could and giving him a wonderful sucking. She knew she was making him feel every bit as good as she'd been feeling, and he - the little angel - was giving her yet another huge orgasm with the new fervor of his feverish kisses on her twat.
Kenny didn't even know that he was kissing her there now. All he knew was that things were happening all over him that made him want to scream and make an utter fool of himself. The flesh before his face was the only thing that could stifle his bursting shouts, but the more he tried to muffle himself there the greater was his need to scream. His whole body was going out the end of his prick! She was sucking the life right out of him, but it felt so enormously good he didn't care. It was simply too much to bear and he knew he was going to pass out, but then the room spun around him again and he found he was on top of the big soft cushions of her body and fucking madly down at her sucking mouth while he just as madly ran his mouth over all he could of her gaping, throbbing pussy. Every hair on his body was standing on end and he was squirming about like a beached fish as she sucked the last of his jism through his prick and worked her fiendishly tickling finger in his asshole. He was exhausted from all his uncontrolled gyrations, but still he couldn't stop kissing her hot wet cunt until she'd dragged him away from it and held his trembling body in her arms.
For all her new expertise in sex, Helen had learned that things could still get delightfully out of hand. Their last crashing orgasm had been of such duration and intensity that it had frightened her, and now it was very good to lie with the quaking boy in her arms and return toward reality. If it had scared her, it must have terrified him. She'd primed him for one little kiss on her clit and then completely lost her head and all but smothered him with sex. She'd gone much too far, but she hadn't been able to stop herself. Her only hope toward continuing their sordid little affair was in calming him down and acting as if such complete abandon was an every day event with people. And her affair with him was indeed sordid, but just the taste of his cum was enough to demand that she keep him as her lover for as long as she could.
She held him 'til his trembling stopped and his breathing evened out and then she said, "That was nice, wasn't it, Kenny." "Gee-ee. What happened?"
"Just lots of nice things. We kissed each other and you came and I came and we just had a real nice time together. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"For a while I didn't know if it hurt or not." Her breasts felt nice in his hand. Flesh that had been madly wrestling with him now felt comfortable and soft against him.
Helen laughed and said, "Now you're perfectly all right again and feeling better than ever. Isn't that right, darling?"
"I feel pretty good," he said, squirming against her, finding that indeed he was still in one piece.
Helen was feeling more relieved by the moment. She gently stroked his fine young body and said, "I think you like having me suck your cock as much as you enjoy fucking me. We'll do it a lot together from now on, won't we, darling. We'll have lots of fun together this summer, and no one will ever find out. You'd never tell anyone about us, would you, dear? You wouldn't want to ruin what we have together, would you?"
"Oh, no. I'd never tell," he said. He'd been dying to tell his friends about what he'd done with Mrs. Hornaday the day before, even though he knew they'd never believe him. They'd certainly never believe him now, and he wasn't so sure he wanted to tell them about what all they'd done today.
"I'll be right back," she said, "and then you'd better go before my husband gets home. Just relax, darling."
She left him with a kiss and hurried to the bathroom to cleanse herself again. All her body wanted was a week of sleep, but more important than that was keeping herself clean and sweet and provocative for him at all times. She quickly primped and made up her lips, brushed out her hair again and covered her kiss-bruised body with her long pink nightie that hung on the bathroom door. She looked reasonably attractive and respectable as she returned to him with a wash cloth and a second glass of orange juice. He was still naked, sprawled on her living room floor, and the sight of him so stirred Helen's heart that for a moment her mind flew ahead to the idyllic but totally impossible life they might have together if he really belonged to her. But she said to herself, Steady, old girl. You 're making too big a fool of yourself as it is. Just enjoy him while you can, and don't look ahead.
Helen frankly pampered him then. She fed him the orange juice and kissed his brow. She assiduously washed his face and loins, smiling and kissing him sweetly and nicely. Even if he blabbed and she was disgraced she'd always love him like this. It had been the best day of her life, and even if she never saw him again and she never had sex again, she could be content. She kissed his limp prick sweetly and helped him into his shorts and cutoffs. She helped him to his feet and to the door, and there she faced him and asked him again if he'd had a good time.
"I sure did. Wow," he said, grinning bashfully, and making her heart swell and soar. "You liked ... all of it, dear?" "I sure did. I don't know what I liked best, but I'd sure like to do it all again. Can I really come back and do it again with you?"
Helen resisted the temptation to crush him in her arms. She kissed his lips instead and said, "Of course you can, dear. Come early if you like. Come any time after nine and we'll spend the whole day together."
"I have a bunch or errands to do in the morning to get ready for college, and there's a baseball game starting at noon, but I could skip those."
"Oh, no. I'm not going to take up all your time. You can't stop doing all the things the other boys are doing just for the sake of a little sex with a fat old lonely lady like me, dear."
He grinned down at her body. Her nightie was made of soft cotton and almost as voluminous as one of her muu-muus, but he looked right through its fabric to her big tits and her bulging belly and her heavy thighs and said, "You're sure not too fat for me. I like you just the way you are, Mrs. Hornaday." She had to hug him then. "Oh, you angel," she said. "Come see me as soon as your ball game is over. There'll be plenty of time left for you to tuck me and for me to suck your lovely cock again."
"And I can play with your pussy some more and maybe kiss you there again?"
Her joy fairly bubbled out of her! "Darling, of course! Anything at all that pleases you. You liked kissing me there? You liked going down on me and playing sixty-nine?"
"I think I did. It was sorta hairy but I sorta liked it down there."
Helen's heart was fluttering with renewed excitement as she said, "You're not a little boy any more - you're now a fine young man with very manly tastes. Come now, honey, kiss your favorite pussy good-bye before I lock you up with me here forever."
She quickly raised the long skirts of her nightie and stood with her legs apart. She watched so proudly as her little lover stooped and put his arms about her thighs, pressed his mouth to the hairy lips just over her clitoris and gave her a good hard kiss. She shooed him on out the door then and leaned back against it supremely happy and all aglow with fresh new desire. It would be a long twenty-four hours till she saw her sexual prodigy again, but there were his shorts lying on the floor to help sustain her present happy state. She carried them with her as she changed into another muu-muu and had them between her clasped legs as she lay down for a nap before the man she was married to returned to the house.
Chapter Six
Henry Hornaday stormed into his house and went directly to the liquor cabinet. He sloshed gin and vermouth together and drank the mixture down without benefit of ice. Outside, the door of his car was hanging open and he hadn't even paused in it for the cigarette he normally smoked before facing the fat, lazy, sexless lump of suet he'd so mistakenly married. A perfectly lousy day at work had been topped off with an absolutely horrifying observation on the way home, and now he was in just the right mood to steal an automatic rifle from the Armory and methodically rip holes through his boss, his wife, his neighbors, every motorist on the freeway, and that rotten no-good two-timing bitch of a hitch-hiking whore he'd fallen in love with.
Eyes watering from the first one, he poured another warm martini. He knew exactly where the Armory was, and he felt quite strong enough to rip through its brick walls with his two bare hands.
Maybe they had grenades there. Shove one up that lynx-faced hitch-hiker's diseased twat and pull the pin. Much more practical to buy a double-barreled shotgun. Saw the barrels off short, so the muzzle would just rest on the right hand sill of the car door window while he steered with his left hand. Keep up a legal rate of speed as he approached the freeway entrance where she usually thumbed, honk the horn to get her attention, and then blow her cheating little head off and zoom right onto the freeway.
He could do it. In the secret compartment of his wallet there were now four fifty-dollar bills, ample to buy the best shotgun and shells. He had the money to do it and he had the guts to do it, and by all hell, he was going to do it the very next day if she was there again in her whore's boots and with her fucking ass sticking out from under her postage-stamp skirt. He'd kill her and his boss and his wife and his neighbors, he decided, and then kill himself.
But suddenly he'd put his glass down and was sobbing, saying aloud, "No, no, no, I just can't do it to her, I can't do any of it. There's got to be a different way." He snuffed and laughed and said, "What? A different way onto the freeway? Just avoid her? That wouldn't solve anything, old man. Hmph! Yes, I'm an old man, but now I know I'm not too old for her. Now I know I can have her, really have her! Damn it, where's that woman who fixes my dinner? Helen! HELEN!"
The sight of that great whale cf a woman snoring on the bed under another of her flowered tents drove Henry into a new fit of rage. "Get up and fix my dinner!" he shouted, and siapped her as hard as he could on her big fat ass.
She yelped and sat up, and before she could challenge his wrath in any way, he was saying, "While I've been working my ass off, you've been sleeping away the day! What the hell is your bicycle doing on the front porch? I almost broke my neck on it! And what in the hell is your goddamned muu-muu doing out there? Were you out there on the fucking porch doing a fucking strip tease for the fucking mailman? If you did, we sure as hell won't be getting any mail around here for a long while to come! Well, don't sit there gaping at me, woman! I'm hungry, understand?, hungry! Get your fat ass out of bed and fix me an ice-cold dry martini and some pork chops and applesauce and asparagus with Hollandaise sauce and a baked potato with cheese and chives and butter and be damned quick about it or I'll punch you right in the mouth!"
"Yes, dear," she said, and with startling alacrity for a woman of her years and girth, she was out of the bed and off to the kitchen. A white cotton rag had dropped to the floor as she'd departed, and Henry drop-kicked it across the room and felt better, calmer as he headed for the bathroom.
As soon as he was in there behind the locked door he sat down on the throne and put his head in his hands, wondering if he could somehow be mistaken about the darling little girl friend of his dreams being a commuters' whore. But, no, it was all too clear to him. He was a student of human nature, and he'd frequently studied the working habits of the street-walkers in the sleazier part of downtown and he was sure his fantasy girl friend was plying the oldest trade in the world. She was a whore, selling herself to strangers on the freeway approach. He'd seen it with his own eyes, and he was sure of it.
He'd pulled off on the shoulder of the road just before the freeway approach, deciding whether or not to offer her a ride home. He could remember every detail of what he'd seen. Big white expensive sedan with a cigar-chomping millionaire behind the wheel stops for her, putting off his own pick-up of the slender, beautiful girl until the next day. But she doesn't get in right away. She leans against the window sill with her little panties (as black as he'd known they'd be) showing under her microskirt's hem. A little conversation between driver and pedestrian. Can I give you a lift? Where are you headed, sir? But no, that wasn't it at all. Henry saw their purpose from the leer on the millionaire's face, and he saw it even more from the way his little girl friend held out her hand and rubbed her fingers together before the fat grinning bastard opened the car door for her.
He'd read about girls like her in the Sunday supplement. They could make a thousand dollars a week by banging guys in the back seats of cars or giving them blow-jobs at fifty-five miles an hour. Sure, most of them had good reasons for selling their bodies, but that didn't make any better persons out of them. With her looks and personality she could make a darned good living doing some honest work and keeping just one man happy, and there she was spreading her legs and sucking cocks for twenty-five dollars a head.
She probably made more than that. Probably fifty, unless she really liked the guy. Fifty bucks wouldn't be unreasonable. Fifty bucks could buy a week's groceries or two minutes of having her sweet little lips wrapped around a man's cock, and which, in the end, was better? With the money he had in his wallet he could get four blow-jobs from her, maybe five or even six if they hit it off together as he knew they would. He wondered if she charged any less for letting a guy eat her pussy, and he wondered if he could possibly touch his mouth to where so many other men's cocks had been even though that sweet pussy was between her lovely long legs.
He opened his pants and took out his cock, nice and hard and burning, and as he slowly stroked it he murmured, "That was a nice blow-job you gave me yesterday, honey. I'd like to return the favor today, but I don't trust you, kid. Meet me here tomorrow, same time, same place, and have a doctor's certificate and your instant douche bottle with you. We'll pull off the freeway and find a motel. No more of this back-seat business for me. I'll strip you bare-ass naked and lick out your hot little cunt for two hours straight without letup. I'll show you some things about sex you didn't learn about on the streets. And when I'm done with you, I'm taking over as your pimp and we're gonna get rich on your cunt and ... uhh-h-h-h - oh, damn!" Henry muttered, and squirted and shot and spewed all over his flying hand.
Chapter Seven
By Ten O'clock The Next Morning Helen Was More Than Just A Little Sorry She'd Insisted On Kenny carrying on with his life away from her as usual. He could at least have given up his baseball game, she said to herself, and was immediately contrite at being so selfish. The boy did have his own life to live, and it couldn't simply turn topsy-turvy just because she'd given him the gift of sex with a very loving woman. She could wait for a few more hours for him. If they were careful, as she knew they would be, they'd have plenty of time to spend together, fucking and sucking and doing things even she hadn't heard of yet. As mature as she was, she could afford to be patient. A little patience would let things go blissfully on for years to come, and with a little patience she wouldn't wear the dear boy out before his time.
She'd been a little tired after their session the day before, but now she felt full of energy, all bright and bubbly and alive and pretty, and seething with anxiety to see him again. She wondered if she might intercept him at the baseball diamond, glove under his arm, hair still wet and smelling of chlorine. Take him home and get him in the bathtub with her. Wash him all over and fuck the hell out of him underwater. She'd probably fuck him in the car, chlorine and all. She knew for sure she'd have her tits and her cunt sucked while she was driving him to the house. But no, no, no, that was insanity. What if his parents were at the ballpark? What if she wrecked the car while he was down between her legs and she crushed him to death? As difficult as it was, she'd have to wait for him and find something to occupy her spinning brain while she did.
Helen normally kept up with her housework and gardening very well. Just the day before she'd gotten far ahead of her regular chores and now there wasn't very much for her to do around the house to occupy her time. Not very much, that is, except to get ready for the arrival of her lover, and if he felt as horny as she did, he could be coming by any time at all.
While she took a fast shower, Helen thought of all the things she could do to make Kenny's welcome even better for him. She would turn it into a very special day, one that neither of them would ever forget. She felt like an eagerly excited bride as she stepped from the shower and reached for a towel. Breathless and almost blushing, she looked into the mirror and said, "Yes, I will be your bride today, Kenny. Today will be as if it were our wedding night, dariing, and it will be a hot one."
Helen thought she heard a noise in the back yard. It might be him already! She wrapped the towel around her as she hurried to the back door, but there was no sign of him. Her yard was heavy with shrubs and flowers and it was lined with a six-foot hedge. She'd occasionally taken nude sunbaths out there, and now she gave little thought to her scanty attire as she tripped over the grass to look out the gate for her young lover. No sign of him, and Helen returned through the back yard to her house without having an inkling that she'd been closely observed.
Don Lucas had been kneeling behind a bush pulling weeds when Helen Hornaday had come skipping out in nothing but a bath towel. He remained kneeling there after she'd disappeared into the house, but now his jaw was hanging open and his dirt-stained hand was rubbing the long bulge that had sprung up in his thin khaki work pants. Don came by every Thursday to do the heavier work in the yard, but his employer was in such a giddy state this Thursday that she didn't even know what day it was. Don couldn't believe what he'd seen. At twenty, he was already an inveterate peeper and so he'd secretly observed several of his employers dressing or undressing in their houses. He'd seen big tits and small ones; he'd seen a few naked pussies; he'd seen a man screwing his wife - so nothing should surprise him. But the sight of fat old Helen Hornaday without her muu-muu just knocked him out.
Hell, she wasn't fat at all! She was heavily built, but she had a damned good shape to her. Don had liked the shape of her legs. It had looked like she had quite a set of tits under that towel. He'd seen just a little glimpse of her big round butt and he wanted to see more of it so he got up and walked stealthily across the yard to her window, wiping his hands on his pants as he went.
Don almost moaned aloud as he peeped in through the bedroom window because there she was showing him exactly what he'd wanted to see. The towel was gone. She was as naked as a jaybird and a helluva lot sexier as she bent over and rummaged through her chest of drawers, with her big moony white ass staring back at him from no more than ten feet away. It was just as round as it could be, and looking at it like that made his hard pecker hurt so bad he had to rub it through his pants. The crack between her buns looked terrifically deep. She had her legs apart and he saw the little tufts of hair that stuck out from her pussy. It was only a small slit in the blinds he could look through, but he somehow felt she was going to treat him to the best show he'd seen yet. Don pulled out his shirttail and reached his hand inside his pants to keep himself from going nuts while Helen Hornaday did her stuff for him. He almost creamed his jeans when she straightened up and he saw her tits in the mirror, and he had to close his eyes for a second when she held a sheer red shortie nightgown before her.
"Would you like this, Kenny?" she said to her reflection. "No, that's a little too naughty ... So is this," she went on, and Don got another good look at her fat white tits and her big red nipples before she draped a clinging black negligee over them.
Her skin looked whiter than ever against the dully shimmering black. Her ass was still as naked as it could be, and Don's eyes glinted and he grinned a crooked smile as he took it all in. She was damned nice to look at, but she was just another stupid old broad. It always gave him a special sort of kick when he got to look at the ones who treated him like dirt Seeing them bare-assed or in their undies or sitting on the crapper was putting them in their proper place in his opinion. This one was really stupid, hiding a figure like hers under those goofy Hawaiian dresses she always wore. She was super dumb if she was fooling around with Kenny down the street. But that was clearly impossible. He'd heard mere were lots of horny old women around, but if they were really horny, they'd be out going after an older stud like himself. He figured he hadn't heard her right, and he went on enjoying the show with his hand curled around his prick inside his pants now. And she was putting on quite a show. She was smiling at her reflection and trying to look sexy as she turned this way and that with the black thing held up against her tits. When she set it down on the chest of drawers he got a helluva profile view of her tits. He hadn't seen any that big before! They made his hands itch just to look at them, so big and jiggly with the blunt ends tipped with pink. He had his nose pressed up against the screen, but now he wrinkled his nose as she turned and showed him her pussy. It was really big. Its thick dark hair reached halfway up to her belly button. He couldn't see where in the world a guy would stick his dick in it.
Again she turned back to the chest of drawers, and when she bent way over to get something out of the bottom drawer he could see her butt hole. The tan puckered eye seemed to be staring back at him from a big round frame of white smoothness, and he leered at it and ground his teeth together.
Now she stood upright holding a long white nightgown by its thin shoulder straps. You could see right through it, but Don liked the black one a lot better. "Yes, this is the one for my lover boy," she said, and took it with her as she left the bedroom.
Lover boy? Hell, maybe she was fooling around with wimpy Kenny Sloane, the goodie-good boy of the neighborhood. Don sidled through the shrubbery to the bathroom window and had to go up on his tiptoes to see over the sill. He was almost staggered backward by what he saw. She had one foot on the floor and the other up on the sink so that her hairy old cunt was wide open. He could see little of the hair now, however, since the whole of her big crotch was covered with white lather. She was looking down at herself as she spread it around, and he could hear her murmuring:
"I don't know if Kenny would like me better shaved or not. He could kiss me better if I was shaved, and ooo-ooo-oo," she said, and slid her cupped hand down through the lather, "he does like to kiss my hot old pussy. If he doesn't like me shaved, I can always grow it back again for him. And Henry won't even notice it. Yes, I'm going to shave myself and bring my pussy out in the open."
It was the weirdest thing Don had ever seen in his life. He watched with utter fascination as she carefully made broad swaths of pink flesh show through the hairy foam. She shaved down to the top of her slit and then went on and made her cuntlips appear. They were huge and flabby-looking and although Don could now see where a guy would put his dick into a woman he didn't particularly like what he saw. But there were other things to look at and Don's interest did nothing but grow as he peeped at Helen Hornaday washing the lather off her cunt, putting on make-up, doing something to her hair to make it lighter, and putting on perfume and powder. His other customers could go to heck that day. As he'd expected, it was the best show he'd ever seen, and there was a fair possibility that he'd get something more out of it than just an eyeful.
She put on the long white nightie. It looked pretty good on her. The top of it was so tight it looked like it was going to bust. It was so thin and sheer that he could see her nipples through it. He figured she was worried about its busting, too, for she put her hands under her tits and lifted them, just like he'd like to do. "Sexy old bitch," he murmured to himself, and squeezed his dick hard.
Suddenly Helen Hornaday froze and cocked her head. "Kenny?" she said, and hurried out of the bathroom. Don just as quickly left his vantage point. If that really was Kenny Sloane coming to do things with hot old Helen, he'd kick him out in the alley and do it all himself. Don was going to fuck her that day or know the reason why. Half the guys in the neighborhood were already fucking and it was high time he got in on a good thing, too. It was just a matter of getting his courage up, he thought, as he watched her look out through the back gate, and his prick was up so hard that his courage was bound to follow.
Once again there was no sign of Kenny, but
Helen wasn't disappointed. The longer she had to wait for him, the better she'd appreciate him when he arrived. The longer she waited, the more time she had to prepare for their very informal "wedding"
afternoon. She came tripping back across the lawn with the long skirt of her negligee trailing and fluttering behind her. It was an old negligee. It had been a gift at her wedding shower and this was the second time she'd worn it in all those years. The first time had been when Henry had deflowered her with his big, eager cock, and after that horrid night she'd put the gauzy white nylon gown to rest. Now she felt like a teen-aged wood nymph in it as she danced along through the bright sunlight with flowers all around her. The appearance of Don as he emerged from the bushes next to the house, however, sent her staggering backward.
She'd never really liked him. He'd always had an insolent, surly air about him and now his insolence was quite apparent as he smirked down at her thinly covered body. She tried to cover her breasts and her loins at the same time with her fluttering hands. She tried to compose herself and speak sternly to him, but her voice stammered as she said, "D-Don, you startled me. I ... excuse me. I've got to get inside." He stepped between her and the back door, thumbs hooked in the waistband of his dirty brown pants. She was just as much frightened as she was embarrassed now as she tremulously tried to circle him and get into the safety of her house. She managed to hold her back stiff until, just a yard from him, he said, "You were expecting Kenny Sloane, huh?"
"Kenny S-Sloane? Oh, yes. He, er, he's going to fix my bicycle. A flat tire. He's - er - excuse me," she said, and lowered her flushed face and tried again to pass him. She made it this time, but again he stopped her with his words:
"Yeah, I think your lover boy will like you in that thing. I liked the black thing better, myself. And you think he'll like that shaved pussy, huh? He likes goin' down on you that much?"
She turned and faced him as haughtily as she could. "You looked in my window! You're fired, Don! Get off my property!"
"Your husband hired me, and he'll fire me if anybody does." He swaggered toward her. He'd passed the dangerous point and he felt pretty darned confident now. "Wouldn't your old man just shit if he knew you were messin' around with the neighborhood boys? Maybe the girls, too. You been playin' stink-finger with the Camplighter Girls too, Helen?"
"I ... I ... I ... How can you say such things? I've never even touched Kenny. Don, don't go spreading tales about something you don't know about. I've never ... I'm not that kind of a woman." "Oh, sure," he said, smirking lewdly now in the face of her clumsy lies. "You're just the kind of a woman who likes to have us young guys kiss her hot old pussy. You like gettin' fucked, and if you aren't gettin' enough dick from your old man, why not get it where you can, huh? But, don't worry. I'll never tell on you." He reached out and curled a finger under her left breast, touched it as if he was chucking a child under the chin. "I'll never tell," he said, "as long as you treat me right."
Helen started to cry then. She'd thought about being disgraced for her sordid affair with young Kenny, but this sort of dreadful blackmail had never entered her mind. She had no choice but to meet his demands, and she knew very well how degrading they'd be for he was such a lout that he paid no attention at all to the tears streaming down her cheeks as he put his soiled hands all over her cringing breasts.
"Nice tits," he said, feeling their round, full softnesses to his heart's content, more excited than he'd ever been before in his life but hiding it well. "I can just see your Kenny swingin' from them. Yeah, you really got 'em, Helen. Got a little gut on you, too, but it's not too bad," he said, and he roved his hand over her belly, feeling the soft rolls of flab there and probing in her belly button. "And you shaved your snatch for him, huh? Let's see if you missed any spots. Feels pretty smooth. Sorta hot, too. Lift up the bottom of that thing and I'll check you out better. I know all about shaving."
Helen wanted to plead with him one more time, but she knew it wouldn't do a bit of good. She wanted to at least ask him to go into the house for this awful humiliation, but her controlled weeping wouldn't even permit her to speak, and she refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing her sob and beg. She just lifted her negligee up to her waist and held it there, stoically bearing the hot scars of shame his hands had already left on her body. She swallowed hard, but she didn't move a muscle as he ran his hand over her shamefully burning pubic mound. His obscene smile loomed close and she could even smell his breath as he stooped a bit to slide his hand up between her legs and draw it back with its middle finger dragging through her trembling slit. She wanted with all her heart to spit in his face as he smelled his finger and wrinkled his nose.
"And Kenny eats it? What do you do, suck his cock? Turn around and show me your butt, Helen."
Helen had to speak now. She swallowed hard and said, "Couldn't we ... go inside the house ... where it's more private?"
"In a minute. First I want to see your ass.
Turn around."
She turned and defiantly bent over, thrusting her bottom at him, and immediately regretted it for he grabbed her by the hips and pushed his loins against her there. She could feel his cock hot and hard through his pants, and in spite of her fear and loathing of him, a hot wave of desire flooded through her that made her legs go weak and her eyes close.
He backed off to use his hands on her, but she could still feel the heat of his prick radiating at her. He was moving his hands all over her buttocks, pinching and patting and fondling her there while she remained all bent over with her negligee held up around her waist and the hot waves of lust sweeping on.
"Goddamn, you sure got an ass on you," he said. One moment his fingers were tickling her unbearably, the next they were pinching her painfully.
"Never knew an ass-crack could be so deep," he said with a dirty little chuckle in his voice. His fingers slid down through it, as deep as they could go, stopping just short of her cunt as its welling juices leaked out and spread hotly down her thighs.
"Hold your buns apart so's I can get a better look at your shitter, willya?" he said, and she took a wider stance and did it. She pulled her buttocks wide apart, any flicker of lust now lost in the mortifying shame she felt. He touched her there with a finger that was far dirtier than her anus, and she felt quite sick to her stomach. He pushed the end of his finger in her, and she bit her lip to hold back a new flood of tears. This was so dirty, so awful, and when she'd touched Kenny there it had been sweet and good.
Kenny! What if he came and found her like this?
Helen steeled herself against the quaking in her voice and said, "Don, can't we go inside the house now. I'll be ... good to you there. I'll ... let you fuck me, b-but please for the love of heaven let's go inside! Please, Don, please!"
He swatted her on the bottom and said, "Yeah, let's go inside. You lead the way, Helen. Hold that thing up high and show me how good you can swing your ass while you lead the way."
Chapter Eight
Over the years Helen's gait had been more of a waddle than a strut But now, with her wedding negligee held up about her waist, she rolled her blushing buttocks about just as provocatively as she could as she went toward her back door. Anything to get them inside before Kenny or a neighbor saw what Don was making her do in the back yard. Her buttocks felt bigger than-they had before she'd lost the sixty-two pounds. At every step her anus burned as if he'd had chili powder on the finger that had touched her there. And yet she held her garment high and rolled her hips widely and even ventured an inviting smile over her shoulder at the lewdly leering youth as she led him on to her further degradation.
She was sweating and trembling all over, and the house felt very cool as she at last gained its safety. She kept going 'til she heard the screen door slam behind her, but she was unable to turn and face him when he said, "Hot damn, that's a lot of damn good-looking ass, Helen. You shoulda been a go-go dancer or a stripper or something. Shake it for me now. Get your legs apart again and show me how you can shake that big ass."
She thrust it back at him and waggled her hips, her round- buttocks and her asshole - everywhere he'd touched her. She was itching crazily and the burning sensations didn't diminish at all as she waggled her bottom like a dumb, happy dog before feeding time. Desperate to please this vicious blackmailer, she stood with her legs wide apart, bent over at the waist, and shook her hips till the fatty flesh of her asscheeks was quivering like jelly. Her lightly confined tits were shaking just as madly and her face was flushed as hot as her ass as she exposed herself in the worst way possible to his perverted gaze. But at least she had a degree of safety now, and in a few more moments she'd get him into the deeper privacy of her bedroom. Suck his dirty prick, fuck him, it didn't matter what she did then for as soon as she could she was going to kill herself! Her brief fling with sex had been disastrous. She simply couldn't go on in bondage to him, and she had no illusions about his relinquishing his hold on her. So she shook her big ass lewdly and defiantly, not giving a damn what happened to her now, not until she heard his trousers fall to the floor and she felt him touch her again.
"Just keep shakin' it, Helen. Man, that feels pretty good."
He had his bare prick up against her! She'd been breathing hard from the effort of keeping her buttocks dancing for him, but now she could hardly catch her breath at all as she felt his prick against the bottom of her crack. She knew it was his prick because both his hands were on her shaking asscheeks again and down between her parted feet she could see his fallen trousers.
One of the kitchen chairs was there before her and she had to steady herself on it to keep from fainting as his hot prickhead was clasped deeper and deeper by her dancing buttocks. She stopped the mad hip-shaking and started to straighten up and get the negligee between them. He pushed her back down with his hand in her back and said, "Pull your buns apart again for me so's I can find my way."
"Don, let's go in the bedroom," she pleaded. "This is no place to ... to ... "
He pushed her firmly down and shoved the negligee up her back. "This's as good a place as any. I want to be close to the door in case your old man comes home. Open up, Helen."
She used one hand to pull a big buttock aside. The other had to be used on the chair or she'd collapse. He was pushing the hot head of his prick right against her tight, shrinking asshole now, and it wasn't doing anything at all to alleviate the awful itching there. Her wheedling tone disgusted her as she said, "Please, Donnie, let's go in the bedroom.
My pussy's all hot for you, baby. I want to fuck you right, and that's the place to do it"
"I like it fine right here," he said, pushing harder with his prick, starting to hurt her.
"I'll ... I'll suck you off in there, Don. Give you a real nice blow-job. I'm really good at sucking cocks, honey. 1*11 make you feel really good. Don, stop that silly nonsense now and go in the bedroom with me. Please?"
"I like it here," he said, and pushed so hard she winced and her anus drew itself tighter still.
"Hurt you?" he asked, with his first sign of any consideration at all for her feelings.
"Yes. It's ... I'm dry there. A woman needs some ... some lubrication to take a m-man's cock in her. My pussy's all wet and ready for you, Don. You'd slip in there so nice and easy and H'd feel so good. And I'd suck your cock and lick it in the bedroom. Don, don't put it in me back mere. I don't like it. It... it hurts."
"You got any bacon grease, or butter?" "Oh, no," she moaned, and reached down and began lubricating him. There was no use trying to talk to him. She'd shown herself off too provocatively to him and now he was obsessed with the idea of buggering her. She bent almost double and slipped her fingers down through her sopping pussy and on over his stabbing prick, reached back for more of her natural wetness and smeared it around on his bulbous prickhead.
It wasn't a knobby old battering ram like Henry had, but it was considerably bigger than Kenny's prick. It felt four or five inches long from its lightly haired base to the firmly soft knob that was still pushing against her asshole and she knew that it was much too big to go inside her there without a lot of lubrication. If nothing else her slippery fingers around his cock was delaying the time he'd jam it into her, and so she rubbed her twat quickly and hard to get all she could of her sex juices for his throbbing, waiting cock.
Her cunt was widely open and her juices were flowing steadily from the dumb hole that expected to have something nice put in it, but which would be disappointed. Working smoothly but desperately, she transferred her cunt juice back until her encircling fingers had him all slippery and nice from the base of his cock to its head. There was enough there for his balls, too, and she rolled them around in her hot moist hand and found them to be nice and smooth like Kenny's, and not like the big hairy coconuts that hung between Henry's old legs.
"Goddamn," he muttered. "Feels good. But isn't that enough?"
"A little more. Wait," she said. "Just a little more for me."
He was going to sodomize her no matter what. Moments before, she'd been ready to commit suicide, but now all she could think of was the pain she'd feel when he rammed his hard cock in where it shouldn't be and madly sawed it in and out until he'd squirted his hot young cum into a place where it would be thoroughly wasted. With this inevitable fate in mind, Helen quickly tried to lubricate herself. Her asshole was still clenched tight, and it itched and burned all over down there, inside and out. Her fingers held back his entry as she hastily rubbed her cunt cream on the burning, itching tissues and tried to relax her tight sphincter. Her anus seemed to suck up moisture like a blotter and each time her fingers went for more of it, his bluntly tapered prickhead was back to create a new itch. Inside her asshole her fingers went and as they did she again thought of frantic pleasures she'd given to her other young lover by this same treatment, and that made it considerably easier to hold her fat asscheeks open with both hands and say, "Push it in me, honey, but go easy at first. I'm not used to this kind of fucking."
"Tough shit," he said, and forced himself into her.
Only his prickhead was hard to take. Once that had been pushed into her, Helen's asshole relaxed and settled around it almost comfortably.
She shifted her big hips experimentally while he squirmed it about in there, going a little deeper, getting ready to give her a really good ass-fucking.
The itchings of her asshole were more than just tolerable now for they were all getting nicely scratched, all at the same time by his nice hard cock.
Those itchings had spread out from her wonderfully stretched asshole to her big buttocks, and he made them feel better when he'd gotten about five inches of hard cock in her ass and was pressing his naked loins against her soft, upturned ass. When she let go of her asscheeks it was even better, for then she could feel his slowly moving cock with her closely embracing buttocks and she could brace herself on the chair again for what promised to be a delightfully different kind of fucking. By tilting her hips in the right way she could feel the warm massage in her hot old pussy, but she couldn't feel enough of it. "It feels nice now, dear. OOOO, it feels real nice!. You can do it a little faster, honey. In and out a little harder."
"Yeah," he said, but he didn't speed up. He was right on the verge of cumming already, but he didn't want to end it too soon. As much as he needed to cum, it was just too fascinating to just watch his stiff pink prick disappearing between the white loaves of her ass. It felt just terrific. It felt a thousand times better than his hand ever had, but he was used to prolonging his masturbations and so he was able to keep up a slow, steady pace and make his first fuck a lasting and memorable one. She didn't smell at all unpleasant, and there wasn't any poop to be seen on his sliding dick as it came out of her butt hole. All he felt as he pulled it out was the need to push it back in again, and this he did with soaring feelings of great good pleasure, grinning down at his accomplishment and squeezing and fondling the big white asscheeks that he'd so coveted through her bedroom window.
"Honey, harder," Helen moaned, head swimming and ass glowing with the desire for more of him. He was still being a mean little bastard and feeding it to her at his own pace. Panting and tingling all over, Helen tried to urge him on by fondling his nice smooth balls and using them to pull him up against her more. They felt good in her hand, but her hard wrist against her creamy, brimming slit felt even better. She clung to the chair back with one hand and let him go on at his own pace, while with her other hand she gave her pussy something of what it needed. "You finger-fuckin' yourself, Helen?" he said.
Panting, she said, "Yes. If you won't give it to me good and hard, I will." "Feel pretty good?"
"It feels just marvelous. Damn right it does," she said, pushing and pulling at her wonderfully swollen and highly sensitive clit while the hard thing sliding in her asshole steadily filled her with its lusty need.
"Feel good enough for you to cum?" he asked, observing her lightly sweating body closely and somehow holding back the swelling jism in his balls.
"Yes," she said, and it started to flow from her toes to her hair. "Yes, yes, yes, I'm cumming all over," she panted, and she worked over every part of her crotch to make it the big cum she needed so badly.
She was shuddering and shaking all over with the violence of it, rubbing her twat and hanging onto his shirt tail so he wouldn't quit fucking her in the butt. Her big ass was jerking and wriggling so much mat it reminded him of one of those reducing machines. All he really had to do was stand there and hang onto her buns with both hands while her ass did all the work. It was really comical to see her so fucking excited, but it was also so wildly sexy that there was no way in the world he could hold still. He began horsing it into her, socking it to her for all he was worth, and he began to feel his jism start up from his toes and gush through the plunging head of his dick.
"THAT'S it, THAT'S it, THAT'S IT!" Helen chanted, as he gave her everything he'd been holding back, everything she needed. "YES! YES! YES!" she hoarsely cried, as his hard loins thudded against her soft ass and his bursting balls slapped up under her gushing twat and she smelled his ripe semen filling her ass. "CUM WITH ME! FEEL LIKE I DO!" she gasped, challenging anyone in the world to mateh those supreme feelings swelling through her jackknifed body.
"Oh! OH! OH-H-H-H-H-H!!!" Don wailed, fearful now that he'd never stop cumming after holding back from it for so long, but quite unable to stop his mad prick pumping in Mrs. Hornaday's glorious asshole, so tight and smooth and big and sexy and hot.
His semen was overflowing and running dpwn Helen's leg to mingle with her flowing juices. Her hand was covered with her juices, too, as she jammed two fingers in her hole and rubbed her clit with the heel of her palm to add to the tremendous sensations of having her asshole thoroughly reamed by a hot hard prick. She didn't know where her repeated orgasms were originating but she was doing everything she could to keep them going. After so many big cums she should be near swooning from exhaustion, but instead each thrust of his cock in her ass was giving her more strength now.
"Fuck my ass!" she commanded. "You're fucking me like you wanted to, so don't stop NOW!" "Oh! Oh-h-h-h ... " His cries were getting weaker, and so were his pulsing ejaculations. His reflexes were failing him now, and he had to think about what he was doing as he shoved himself against the blubbery big buns of her ass and felt his oozing prick slide into her asshole just one more time, and then one more time after that.
Helen was reduced to rhythmically squeezing his slowing prick with her sphincter. Even her great energies were getting worn out, and by clenching his shaft with her asshole in time with the orgasmic spasms in her twat, she could amplify and enjoy them more while they lasted. It had been unbelievably good, and she was still feeling it everywhere in her body. This callous youth had opened up a whole new dimension of sex to her, and no matter how she felt about his rude demeanor, she'd be forever in his debt for what he'd done. Delicious shivers rippled over her ass and coursed up her spine as she let the long thing slip out of her body. So far, she hadn't even seen the boy's cock, and now she could look at it only briefly as she wiped it with the hem of her gown. She could dwell on its virile beauty later, but now she was compelled to sink to the floor and take into her mouth that sturdy flesh from which she'd derived so much pleasure.
It tasted just fine, and it had a girth and substance to it that Kenny's prick had not yet attained. Eyes closed and cheeks sunken in, Helen lavished her tongue's attention on it. It reached into the back of her throat even though it was slowly growing softer, and Helen was pleased with herself for being able to completely suck a cock its size. She sat there on her legs, patting his hard round bottom, nuzzling her nose in his hair and kissing his sweet balls and crooning with contentment. The smell of him, his fingers pressing against her head, her heel pushing against her pussy, it all joined to make her feel all buttery soft and loving ~ until she opened her eyes and saw Kenny staring in through the back door. His mouth was gaping open and there was tragedy in his eyes. Helen only saw him there for a moment. He'd turned and run before she'd even gotten the other boy's prick out of her mouth.
Don's grip was powerful on her arm. "Don't quit now," he said. "I want a blow-job."
She broke away from him. "Stay right here. I'll be back in just a minute."
Kenny was already fumbling with the latch on the back gate. Thank heavens for the rust on it, Helen thought, as she hurried across the lawn to him in a far different condition than she'd planned for their meeting. Her cunt juices and another boy's pecker tracks stained the flowing white skirt of her negligee. Its bodice was soiled where Don had pawed her and one of her shoulder straps had slipped down over her arm. Her hair was in disarray and her face was flushed and her make-up was smeared. She was a mess, and she'd been caught sucking off one of Kenny's friends, but she had to lure him back into the house and insure his silence or be in the power of yet another young blackmailer, and this time a very hurt and angry one.
"Kenny, where are you rushing off to?" she said, smoothing her hands over his hot young flesh and trying to draw him away from the gate.
"Lemme go!" he said, and swung his elbows back at her.
She got her hand inside his pants and shorts. She had him squirming and twisting, but he was still working at the latch as she said, "Stop acting so silly, dear. Come in and have some iced tea and we'll have a good time. Are you mad because you saw me sucking Don's prick? For goodness' sake, don't be. That's nothing, honey. Let's see a smile, Kenny."
She ran her hands all around his torso tickling him. He writhed and squirmed against the fence, half laughing and half crying and begging her to stop. She pressed in on him, laughing and reaching inside the front of his pants to tickle his soft prick and balls. Her big tits were rolling all around right in front of him and one of them was just about out of the transparent nightie she'd put on to welcome her first little lover. Her hands and her closeness had him nearly helpless and he was longing to be inside in the coolness with her, but there was no way he could share her with anybody else.
"Don't!" he said, as she ripped open his cutoffs and jerked them down with his shorts.
"But I want your prick in my pussy, Kenny," said she, tickling him expertly there and getting him off balance so she could strip his only garments down over his bare feet. "I didn't let Don fuck me. His prick's no better than my husband's. This one you've got between your legs is the only one I want in me. Don't be mad at me. Come inside, darling. Come along, dear."
"Come back with my pants!" he said, and covered his dear little prick with both hands as Helen turned and walked away.
She turned with a smile and dangled his clothing before her, and he angrily shook his head.
As she took a backward step toward her house, she stripped down her bodice to expose one of her big breasts for him, and he grimly remained where he was against the fence. She smoothed both her hands over her loins, drawing the sheer material tight there and looking down to ensure that he could see she hadn't any hair there now, and when she looked up again he was faltering toward her. The practice she'd gotten in provocative hipswitching for Don served her in good stead as she led Kenny on into her house.
Chapter Nine
Don scowled at Kenny as Helen led him into her kitchen and the smaller boy glared right back at him. Helen, prudently and not at all unpleasantly, kept her thinly clad body between them. She slipped an arm about each of their waists and said, "Boys, I want you to be friends. I want all three of us to be friends, sharing and sharing alike in lots of little parties we can have here. Now I want you both to shake hands and then we'll go on with our afternoon's fun."
The grinning Don stuck out his right hand. Kenny shuffled his feet and put out his hand, whereupon Don jerked his thumb back over his shoulder and said, "Get outta here, punk, and keep outta here."
Kenny surged forward against Helen to get at the larger boy but Helen held him back. It was really thrilling to have these two young studs on the verge of fighting over her, but she had far more thrilling things than that in mind for them.
Helen turned to Don and said, "That was very rude of you. Apologize to Kenny," she said, fondling his prick and balls with her hand and her thigh, "or I won't let you fuck me for a week."
"You said you'd never let him fuck you!" Kenny protested.
She accurately located his prick and balls by reaching behind her wiui her other hand as she said, "Don doesn't fuck me like you do, Kenny. He fucks me in my behind. Isn't that right, Don? And wouldn't you like to do that again, real soon?"
He grinned and nodded and squeezed her hip. He would have reached farther and squeezed her butt if she hadn't pushed his hand away and asked the question again with her eyes.
"Okay, I'll shake with him," said Don, and Helen kissed him on the cheek and opened the last button on his shirt before bringing the two boys together for a wary clasping of their hands.
Glowing with renewed anticipation now, she slithered out of her soiled negligee under the close observation of her two naked admirers. Their hands were already groping her as she disrobed completely. She had a sultry smile that was big enough for both of them as she aided them in the fondling of her body. She guided their hands to the warmest, most curvaceous spots as she swayed between them in her kitchen. There was always at least one young hand on her tits, and at times there were three or four. Below the waist, Don's interest remained primarily fixed on her full-rounded bottom, while Kenny kept examining and exploring her newly shaven cunt. Helen stood with her legs apart and her tits outthrust to accommodate both of them, and once she'd captivated the pair completely with her proudly exposed womanly charms, her hands were at last free to close upon a pair of wonderfully stiff young pricks.
Don's prick was appreciably larger, but Kenny's was no less stiff and certainly no less attractive to her. While the eager hot-breathed boys did what they would with their hands and their eyes on her body, Helen was now free to pull a hot prick against each of her thighs and gaze down at each of them with very warm admiration. She was very proud of herself for overcoming their jealous animosity with her voluptuous nudity and felt that it was at last safe enough to get down to the pleasant business at hand.
"Why don't we go into my bedroom, you horny little dears, where we can all be more comfortable?" she said. .
They were both ready enough to go, but Helen still retained her firm hold on their pricks as she led the way. Sweet youth was crowding in on both sides of her, then, as she led them along. She kept each of their prickheads brushing and bumping and rubbing against her soft flanks as a constant reminder of the deeper softness to come for both of them, as well as for herself. By the time she'd led them to her pleasantly sunlit bedroom, her passions more than matched those which she'd aroused in them, and she was quite ready for anything at all that would please the three of them.
"I hardly know where to begin," she said, and sat down on the bed, still retaining her twin holds on those delightfully ready pricks. "I want you both at once, all over me at the same time. Oh, what a lovely pair of pricks I've got! I just love them both!" she said, and let the two cocks stand proudly at attention while she cupped her tickling fingers under their owners' balls.
Kenny and Don stood there grinning rapturously as Helen looked closely at the fine young cocks that would soon take their proper places inside her tingling body. Don's prick was circumcised, and its naked bulbous head, all rosy and plumlike, made it look even larger than it was. Kenny's smaller prick had its foreskin intact, giving his sweet young bone an aura of shyness, though its head popped out eagerly enough when Helen's expert fingers drew back the stretched skin over its rosebud head. In his excitement, Kenny's prick had formed a nice big drop of sparkling clear seminal fluid that filled its stretched mouth, and Helen licked her lips in lusty anticipation before licking his cockhead clean and giving the warm, velvety rosebud a thorough sucking with her loving mouth.
Kenny murmured and squirmed with the pleasure she was so freely giving him, and Don was not to be denied. Helen felt something familiarly eager and exciting pushing against her sunken cheek and she opened her blissfully closed eyes to see Don's naked lance pressing in while its owner said, "Suck me next, willya? Man, that really felt good." "Don't crowd in," said Kenny, and tried to elbow the larger boy aside.
Helen reluctantly took her mouth from
Kenny's prick and said, "And don't you two fight. If you're gentlemen about this, I can please you both."
The two pricks were right there before her.
She opened her mouth wide and guided both of them in. High above her she heard the happy gasps and murmurs of her two young lovers as they stood with their hips together and their cockheads in her mouth.
Their mingled sex flavors were a delight to her. Already she could distinguish the subtle differences in the two pricks and fully appreciate these differences. With two pricks in her mouth at the same time, Helen's newly acquired appetite for hot fresh cum was rising steeply. She wanted to go right on and suck them simultaneously until they both discharged their heavy loads in her mouth at the same time, filling her up with their goodness, satisfying that craving deep in her gut. But down below her gut in her swollen and throbbing pussy was a craving far deeper than that which gnawed at her belly.
She took the two pricks out of her mouth, kissed them and pressed them to her cheeks and eyes. She was quite breathless with desire now as she sat more erect on the bed and looked down at the lovely sight of her hands pulling the two pricks deep into the embracing softnesses of her titties.
Into her armpits they went while she encircled the boys' hips with her arms and tickled their little bums with her fingers 'til she had them both giggling and squirming with her. Could any woman ask for anything more? Helen asked herself, and her answer was a resounding yes!!!
Helen flung herself back on the bed, fully naked and in the full flower of mature womanhood, basking in the lustful gazes of two excited males with hard pricks hotly waiting. Don immediately started forward, but she held up a hand and said, "Wait, honey. You've already got a head start on my Kenny. Give him a little chance to catch up. After all, I shaved my pussy for him today. Do you like me shaved, Kenny?" she asked, and as sensuously as she could, she slid her hand over the prominently bulging mound of her cunt, spreading its hairless lips for him and hoping with all her heart that he would in no way find her cuntal baldness repellent.
"It looks weird," said Don. "I'd rather see her in that sexy black nightie again than look at her like that."
Helen's heart caught. She covered her shamefully hairless cunt with her hand and closed her legs. But Kenny said, "You big dope. You don't even know what's good."
Helen's spirits soared anew as Keraiy pushed her legs apart arid knelt on the bed between them. Tears of joy threatened and she was smiling broadly as she drew aside her cuntlips and allowed him to feast his eyes on the pink pulsing flesh for which he had such a manly taste. "Looks good enough to eat," he said, and bent right down and pressed his hot mouth against her hotter twat.
"Darling!" Helen cried, as his tongue curled around her clit and his lips sucked heavily on it
"Honey, you're just wonderful!" she exclaimed, and hooked her hands under her knees and pulled them up and out to give him all she could of the alluring gash she'd taught him to so-enjoy.
The bounce of the bed felt like a trampoline ride to heaven. Writhing and squirming from the deep enjoyment created by that busy mouth between her legs, she opened her eyes to see Don close beside her, wide-eyed with curiosity.
"Are you cumming?" he asked. "Is mat making YOU cum?"
"Oh-h-h-h-h, yesl" she told him, already deep in a series of lovely orgasms that had her big body quaking and shaking everywhere.
"Does that feel as good as when I butt-flicked you?"
"Feels wonderful, wonderful!" she said, flailing about with her hand, and at last closing it on the hot young cock that had been up her ass, and that was now pushing hotly at her upraised haunch.
Don chuckled. "Man, just lookit him kissin' your cunt. I might do that sometime if you got all dressed up in sexy stuff for me. Do you let him fuck you there, too?"
"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned, cumming steadily now from the expert sucking she was getting from Kenny, aided by Don's hard fingers plucking at her nipples. Weirdly enough, even his leering attitude and the return of his insolence was somehow adding to the intensity of Helen's orgasms.
While the innocent boy sucked her off with gusto, she had wild visions of herself transformed into a slim, slinky sex queen, attired in darkly diaphanous garments well calculated to drive men mad. She needed none of that for she had her two lovers, but the vision persisted through another great, sweeping orgasm while Kenny lavished kisses on her clit and Don stroked her quivering tits with the black negligee she'd previously discarded on the bed.
The moment Kenny raised his head, she reached out for him, crying, "Fuck me now, darling. Fuck me while I'm still cumming from your mouth on my cunt."
He immediately threw himself atop her. Even before her arms were crushing him to her, he was stabbing and jabbing hard and fast with his prick against her crotch. As before, no matter where his hard prick touched her, it put more life into her orgasm. Only rarely did the frantic jabs of his lustful prick actually enter Helen's vagina, but her cuntlips and her loins and her asshole and her clit in particular were so highly sensitized from her orgasms that she was all one and the same flesh between her legs.
He fucked her hard and fast, without letup, while Don looked on, now idly stroking his cock with Helen's soft black negligee. Already she could judge the extent of her younger lover's excitement, and at just the proper time she rolled him off her naked body and climbed on top of him.
Up on all fours, she hovered over his slender, naked body, holding his hot cheeks in her hands and kissing him, with her dripping and happy cunt inches over his nearly exploding prick. She had to calm him down a bit and still keep him good and excited, and this was a most pleasant undertaking for her.
"Darling, that was just a lovely fuck. You just made me cum and cum and cum," she said through her kisses. "And you're going to cum soon, too."
"I think I already did," he said, quite beside himself with excitement. "It felt so good fucking you I couldn't hardly stand it."
"You've got some things to learn about cumming, darling," said she, as she brushed her big tits heavily over his chest and kissed his cunty-tasting lips, and as she reached back with one hand and smoothed it over her big, upraised bottom. "Did you like the way I shaved my pussy for you?"
"I'll say! Wow, it really made it nice and easy to kiss without all that hair getting in the way." "I'm so glad I pleased you, dear," said she, and a deep and dirty thrill coursed through her as she felt Don's hand join her own caresses on the smooth flesh of her ass. "I'd like to please you some more, Kenny, if you're not too tired."
"I'm not tired at all!" he said, happily playing with her pendant breasts, and pursing his lips to meet her every soft kiss.
In response to her mute invitation, Don's hand was moving freely on her ass now. Helen could use her hand on Kenny's prick then as she said, "You'd please me very much, dear, if I could suck your prick till it cums for me. You know how much I love the taste of your cream, Kenny."
"Yes! Yes!" he said, pushing it harder into her hand, while Don's fingers clumsily but quite ably reawakened that burning itch in Helen's stretched asshole.
Helen had both of them nicely primed for what was in her cunningly sexy-old mind as she said to Kenny, "I don't suppose you feel like kissing my hot old cunt any more, do you? I don't suppose you feel like playing our little game right now."
His face lit up with a charming grin as he said, "Sixty-nine? Sure, I'd really like that!" he said, and made an effort to sit up and get at her.
"Just lie still, dear. I'll get on top," said
Helen, and sensuously turned her big body around on the bed, managing as she did so to swipe her tongue ver Don's very ready prick and give him a wink of her eye.
Now she was reversed on Kenny's naked body with his prick sticking up under her face and her heavy loins spread over his well-trained mouth. She licked her lips and descended to suck on his prick, slowly and most enjoyably, and at the same time she settled her throbbing, reaching clitoris into the eagerly awaiting circle of his sucking lips. Her upturned ass was in an even better position for Don now as she reached back behind her and repeated the silent invitation of her sensuously moving hand. His hand at once joined hers, and now she could feel that it was covered with the smooth nylon of her black negligee. Such slinky undergarments had never done much for her, but if she had a budding lingerie fancier on her hands, she'd certainly make the most of it.
Still sucking Kenny's prick, and still having her clit sucked in an increasingly expert manner, Helen caught the folds of nylon in her hand and joined Don in smoothing them over her exposed bottom. The sensation was not at all unpleasant, but neither was it quite the sensation she craved for at the moment. Its shimmering folds brushed against Kenny's forehead but made no difference at all in the passion of his cunt-kissing. Helen sucked ardently but slowly on his prick, getting the most from it while she could. She was cumming very nicely, and rolling her hips about to spread the sensation as well as to entice Don on to do as she wanted him to do. But the orgasms she was enjoying could certainly be improved upon, and to this end she at last let the nylon fall from her hand and used her fingers to delve in her wet slit and rub in her sex juices on her wonderfully itching asshole. After just moments of this she was able to use both her hands on Kenny's writhing loins, for Don's fingers had taken the place of Helen's. Gutsy thrills of anticipation ripped through her as she felt the bed shift under Don's moving weight. When she felt his strong young hands pushing her asscheeks apart, she spread her knees wider on the mattress, and she arched her back provocatively for him. He had enjoyed the touch and the view for such a long time that his eager entry was now a little painful, but that pain passed very quickly as he slid his man-sized prick deep, deep into Helen's quivering asshole.
Now she had them both just where she wanted them. She had Kenny's delicious smooth prick in her mouth while his tongue was dancing crazily in her cunt, and she had Don's bigger prick working in and out of her loving asshole.
Helen closed her eyes and let the sensations flow and flow. She was the most beautiful woman in the world, being attended to by the world's most famous studs. With her asshole being reamed, her cunt being sucked, and her gut getting the nourishment it craved, she could endlessly cum with total abandon and let the whole world go to hell without her. Gaspings and groanings were rampant, and the air was filled with the scent of sweet sex. Her hot, hot pussy was opening and closing like a flower with her rapidly repeating orgasms, just as her other sexhole was sucking and pushing against the lovely hard thing that smoothly slid through it. She was being smothered with sex and enjoying every moment of it. Even the creakings of her old bed were adding to her ecstasies as the two vigorous youths serviced her every need, brought up new needs, and took good care of them. She was making up for a lifetime of sexual dullness, and as bright and good as this long overdue awakening was, it was vastly improved when both her young lovers erupted and gave her their cream in gasping unison.
Her quivering, orgasming body sucked up all they could give her with lusty greed. Don's prick was sliding more smoothly than ever in her asshole and a great deal more energetically as he grunted and cursed and filled up her butt hole with his semen. She had to hold Kenny down in his flailings as his dear eager prick squirted and shot and oozed its rich goodness in her mouth where she could roll it about on her lapping tongue and swallow every drop of his steaming cum with a greed that matched that of her well-reamed asshole. And all the while her own orgasms were mounting and mounting to such dizzy heights that she though she'd surely die of happiness, for nothing in the whole wide world could exceed these pleasures she was taking for herself.
But all good things must end, at least for a while, and at last even Helen's lusty body had had enough. As the boys' groans turned to sighs and as the last of their sweet spendings oozed into her body, she lost the use of her arms and legs and rolled limply off Kenny's wilting body. His prick slipping out of her mouth and Don's slipping out of her asshole were the last things she felt as she dropped off to sleep with a very contented smile on her cum-decked lips.
The guys lay there panting and looking at her for a while. At last Don said, "Boy, that was really something. How long you two been doing it?"
"Just a couple of days," said Kenny, "but I sure do like it."
"Me, too. I don't know why, but I do."
"Me, too."
"You want to wake her up and do some more things with her?" Don asked.
"Naw. I don't feel like it, and she's tired now."
"We don't have to wake her up," said Don, and when he pinched her nipple, she didn't move at all.
"Hey! Don't do that," said Kenny, and pushed the older boy's hand away. "She was darned nice to you, and that's no way to treat her."
"How do you treat her?" Don asked with a grin, and touched her tit more softly.
"You come back tomorrow," said Kenny, "and you do it some more with her, that's how." He considerately covered her up with the bedspread before the boys dressed and left, laughing and talking and looking forward to tomorrow.
It was a good thing for all of them that Kenny had covered Helen's naked body, for it and the array of negligees on the bed might have come as a shock to Henry Hornaday when he got home shortly after the departure of the boys. As it was he saw only his wife's slack face as she lay snoring on their badly rumpled bed. He let her sleep as he made himself a martini and took it to the den to sip while he contemplated his lacking sex life.
His slender girl friend - the damned prostitute - hadn't been on the freeway approach that day. The two hundred dollars pigeonholed in his wallet hadn't done him a damned bit of good that day. Those hard-earned dollars hadn't bought him a fuck or a suck or even a smell of her whorish cunt, let alone a taste of it. But tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow he would leave work early and park and wait if necessary where he could see the spot where his nymphomaniac whore plied her lonely trade.
He could pick her up before anyone else did, take her to a motel and get from her everything he'd been missing for so many long years. Yes, tomorrow would be a better day, the start of a better life, and to insure that he decided he'd drop in at the bank on his lunch hour and withdraw another hundred dollars from the Hornaday savings account.
Chapter Ten
Deep Remorse And Acute Physical Hunger Gnawed At Helen The Next Morning And Neither Her Diet Pills nor a gigantic peanut butter and jelly sandwich helped. By ten o'clock she was in such a state of mental and physical anguish that she decided to visit her friend Alicia in search of some sage advice. She hurriedly put on a muu-muu and immediately set off to see the wise and sophisticated woman whose past advice had served Helen in such good stead, Alicia was a petite and pretty woman of thirty-two years. Her hair was dark and curly, her breasts were small and round and set high on her chest, and her little bottom was as sweetly rounded as a pair of ripe cantaloupes. Though she had the body of a college freshman, she had the brain of a corporate president, and with these two assets she'd managed to do very well for herself.
She'd been married four times for an aggregate total of less than five years, and now she lived alone and very well on the money her ex-husbands had paid to get the pretty, smart, and entirely unfeeling woman out of their lives. But perhaps it shouldn't be said that Alicia was entirely unfeeling, for she did care very much for herself and for her large, well-trained Irish Setter, which she called Mickey. Now as Helen nervously tried to present her problem to her friend, the big red dog sat with his muzzle resting on Alicia's nylon-covered knee as the little woman patiently waited for Helen to open her heart to her. Alicia liked to hear other people's problems because they made her feel better in the largely sexless world she'd built for herself. She liked to encourage them to talk to her about their problems, advise them as wisely as she could, and then laugh at their weak stupidities when they were gone. She also liked to dress as brazenly sexily as she could, for even though the sexual experience itself was of little interest to her, she knew and appreciated the benefits of sexual allure and she enjoyed the feeling of expensive and form-fitting garments on her cunning little body.
This is not to say that Alicia was entirely asexual. She did enjoy sex, but her enjoyment was largely solitary for sex with other people was to her a business rather than a pleasure. She had a great many masturbation aids including movies and stills and ribald stories, electric vibrators and mercury-filled brass balls from the Orient, and she had her dog Mickey for companionship. Alicia needed nothing else, except perhaps a little outside titillation now and then from the observation of the follies of the people who thought of her as their friend.
She was very fetchingly attired on the day Helen visited her. She looked as if she'd just stepped from the pages of a catalogue from one of those places in Hollywood that specialize in exotic lingerie. Her panties were minuscule, little more than a very clinging g-string whose waistband was several inches below her dainty navel and whose legholes rode very high on her fully rounded but diminutive thighs. Made of stark black satin, they matched the brassiere whose widely spaced cups pushed her apple titties up to form firm round mounds just below the deep indentations of her collar bones. She had on a little waist cinch of stout black satin that reduced her already tiny waist to a strikingly narrow dimension and also served to hold the tautly stretched garters supporting her sheer black silk hose. On her size-four feet were high-heeled black mules with feather puffs on each instep. Silver bracelets jingled round her little wrists, her hands sparkled with jewels, and her pertly pretty face was artfully made up, especially the dark velvet pools of her eyes. Her lips were starkly crimson, her teeth pearly white, and her flawless skin was lightly oiled and deeply tanned from hours spent naked beside her swimming pool. Forewarned of Helen's coming, she'd carefully presented herself at her daintiest, most diminutive best, knowing full well how this would further fluster the bulky woman who had sounded so unsure of herself on the telephone. She noted with satisfaction the nervous gestures made by the fat woman in the muu-muu across the room from her, and presently she asked Helen what her problem was.
"It's not really my problem, it's my friend's," said Helen, just as she always did. "But she's about my age, and ... and she's having an affair with a ...
very young man."
"Oh?" said Alicia, and yawned as she scratched her dog's ears.
"As a matter of fact, she's having an affair with two young men," said Helen.
"And she's married, I suppose."
Helen fidgeted with her voluminous dress. "Well, yes. But she doesn't ... have much sex with her husband any more."
"So she's having her fun right in her own house, I take it."
Helen nodded. "And it's bothering her. Not so much the cheating on her husband because they never really did get along in bed, but because of how she might be corrupting those two."
Alicia paused, stroking the dog's head and coaxing his muzzle closer to her crotch as she casually opened her legs a bit farther. And when she had Helen staring uneasily down at her loins, she said, "And what sort of things do you do with them, Helen?"
"I do things I never dreamed I'd - Alicia, I'm not talking about myself. It's a friend of mine ... a neighbor," said Helen, flushing scarlet and providing Alicia with her first outside spice of the day.
"Of course. I understand. But the things they do in bed are a little wild? I mean, it's more than just fucking?"
Helen was quite taken aback when she saw the dog's long tongue come out and flick over Alicia's thigh. Blinking rapidly, she watched as the big male dog put his nose against the bulge of Alicia's cunt, and as she stared and blinked the words came spilling out of her. "They do everything. Fucking, sucking, anything at all you can think of that's sexual. Oral sex, anal, I don't even know the names of some of the things we do. But oh, the boys are so beautiful and the woman's so insatiable that I think there must be something wrong with her."
"Does she enjoy it?"
"Yes! My yes, and she's thriving on it! But that doesn't make it right, does it?" She's perverting those boys! Isn't she? And she could lose her home for it."
Alicia shook her head. "They can't send a woman to jail if there's no one to complain. The young men are legally adults. And as for losing her happy home, she didn't have one to begin with. The Tightness of it I can't comment on, since what's quote wrong unquote is a very subjective matter," she said with a smile, and she looked down at the dog now softly rooting at her crotch with his muzzle. They talked on, saying very little. It was delicious to watch Helen's temperature rise as she watched the big dog - who had been thoroughly castrated, by the way - nuzzle ever more intimately between Alicia's little legs. Alicia kept the subject on sex, telling her wild tales of promiscuity that were, for the most part, lies.
By the time Helen left, Alicia was quite ready to follow along behind her in an hour or so and see what she could see of the fat woman's apparently wild private life. She sat on the couch with her panties pulled down, smoking cigarettes and having her dog lick her crinkly-haired pussy while she speculated on what she might learn and how best to use it.
She still couldn't quite believe a woman of Helen's great bulk could entice a pair of young men into having relations with her, but if it was true she could have some fun with it. She could embarrass poor Helen to tears. She could manipulate Helen and her young lovers put on a show for her. Pictures of them could prove useful. Helen might even be persuaded to pay some of her minor bills in return for Alicia's continuing discretion ...
Promptly an hour after Helen's departure, Alicia shoved the patiently lapping dog aside, washed her loins and put on an attractive little dress and set out for Helen's house in her latest convertible. The damned dog hadn't done her much good that day. She wanted to have some sort of external stimulation to improve her day's enjoyment, and so she reached into the glove compartment and got the little velvet-lined box that contained her little brass pussy balls. She was able to pull aside the narrow crotchband of her panties and insert them as she drove. Attached together with a tiny chain, they provided very interesting vibrations each time she moved her trim little hips. She flipped on the radio and turned the dial to a lively rock station and a small secret smile formed on her pretty lips as she drove on to see what she could see at Helen's house. Helen had driven home much more quickly, and with no help from anything but her anticipation she was much more excited than her friend Alicia at that time. She was deeply indebted to Alicia. First Alicia had advised her to take those special diet pills which had changed her life and her figure so drastically. Now she'd said things that proved to Helen that her affair with Kenny and Don - and with any other boys for that matter - was nothing more than she deserved. She was entitled to have some fun in life, there was ridiculously little danger of getting into trouble over it, and Helen was ardently anxious to get on with what should be an inspirationally sexy afternoon. Alicia had even suggested some very interesting new sports she could engage in with Kenny and Don, though her suggestions were quite inadvertent, of course, since she had no inkling that Helen had been speaking about herself.
Helen was out of her muu-muu and into the shower the moment she entered her house. She bathed quickly, perfumed and powdered herself well, and went over her twat very carefully with the razor to provide the smoothest, softest flesh she could for Kenny's sweet lips and warm tongue to tickle. It was still early in the afternoon, with plenty of time for the salad oil party that she'd heard about at Alicia's. She took a big bottle of the oil from her kitchen and placed it on the nightstand and put a large plastic sheet over the bed. She stared at it, grinning and working her fingers in her pussy, looking ahead to slipping and sliding all over the bed with her two well-oiled lovers, their hard pricks pushing into every one of her bodily orifices with equal ease though with excitingly different results.
Back in the kitchen she took two diet pills to calm her complaining stomach, then cooled off her hot body before the air-conditioner while she looked through the window for the first sign of her afternoon's enjoyment, Helen's heart did a flip-flop and her cuntlips swelled discernibly when she saw them come smiling through the back gate.
They were as beautiful as ever, all bronzed from the sun, without a care in the world, out for an afternoon of sexy good fun. Kenny was in his cutoffs and Don hadn't worn a shirt, and the little brown buttons of their nipples looked so good to Helen that she had to lick her lips as she watched them approach the house.
Her mouth was watering for something else, however, as she got up from her chair and excitedly took a place by the kitchen door. Just as they mounted the back step, she swung open the door and said in sibilant tones, "Come in, boys, but don't peek at me."
Hot passion surged in her lusty body as she closed the door and went after the first thing she wanted from them. They exchanged a grin but they didn't look back at her naked body as she reached around each of them in turn and opened their pants and let them fall to the floor. She longed to touch their sweet pricks, but she didn't dare do this for fear of prematurely arousing them. She even kept her trembling hands off their cute little round asses as she disrobed them there in her kitchen, though this was anything but easy to do with her temptation to cover their bums with kisses. Helen managed to remain true to her plan for the day and when she turned them to face her she was very pleased to see that both fine young pricks were in the same condition, slightly thickened from the boys' excitement but far from being as rampantly hard as they soon would be. Before the sight of her nudity could change their conditions, Helen was on her knees and had both fine young pricks in her warmly receptive mouth.
It was thrilling to suck them both at the same time. She'd done it before, but this was something special, for now she was starting off on them when they were all soft and clean and free of any taste of the sex that was to come. Right away they began to stiffen -and swell in her mouth. Don's prick got bigger first, and Helen smoothly transferred her tongue to the underside of Kenny's prick, eliciting a little gasp from her first love and bringing his prick to such a rapid state of stiffness that her own much older body responded in kind.
Pussy juice welled up and gushed down her legs as Kenny came so quickly hard, while her nipples were rising to points just as surely as Don's cock was doing the same. Only moments after she'd taken two soft little danglers in her mouth, that sexual orifice of her body was completely filled with good big stiffies, and her two boys were trying to push more in all the time.
"Damn, this is a helluva blow-job," said Don, as he twined his fingers in Helen's blonde tresses, as if fearing she might go away.
"Don't cuss in front of her," said Kenny. "But it sure is good, though," he said, and she could hear the grin in his voice as he smoothed his fingers over her shoulder and back.
"Boy, she's just a heckuva good cocksucker,"
Don remarked.
"Hey, that's not a nice word, either!" said Kenny.
Helen took her mouth off their cocks and said, "There's nothing wrong with that word, dear." In less than a minute she'd sucked them up to a lovely state of hardness. Their previously limp pricks were now all ruddy red on the ends and flushed with the heat of passion. Their rosy red heads were all glistening wet from her kisses and their two eyes were straining toward her as she held them in her hand. Both fine young pricks were secreting their sweet juices now and she smiled and licked them up in turn. Her pussy was burning with a fiery moistness but she didn't touch it. She wanted to save that for something much better, and now that she'd tasted their cocks she had to have more of them before introducing them - and herself - to the bizarre delights of the salad oil party.
She said, "Let's go in the living room, boys, where you can be comfortable and I can show you what a really good cocksucker I am."
Helen fondled her boys as she led them along. She played with their bare bottoms and slipped her arms about their waists, hugged them against her and took their pricks in her hands. She'd never felt so young and happy in her life. She had two hardy boys who loved her fat old body, she had a good healthy appetite for sex, and all thanks to her friend Alicia she had no more feelings of guilt about it all.
Alicia was by then outside the house. She could just see over the window sill into the front room as Helen and the two boys entered it. They, presented quite a sight. Two healthy males, each completely naked with his stiff penis in the hand of the buxom old fat blonde. But Helen Hornaday wasn't so fat any more, and neither did she look so old. Certainly she was fifteen or twenty pounds overweight, but if Alicia had to be honest about it, she'd say her figure was voluptuous rather than fat. And, laughing gaily, her very large breasts swinging merrily, with her loins shaven clean as a child's, she looked twenty years younger than she really was. The back of a chair blocked Alicia's view as Helen led her two naked love-slaves to the couch, and Alicia stealthily went to get a lawn chair to stand on, tittering and waggling her little hips to make the balls vibrate nicely in her cunt.
"Sit down and lean back and be comfortable, boys," said Helen. "Sit close together, open your legs real wide, and show me everything you've got.
"Oh, you're both just beautiful!" she said when they'd obeyed her. All opened up like that, she could see every bit of their crotches. She stood before them with her hands on her hips, drinking in the sight of the grinning boys. Their little assholes were all stretched out, all puckered and sweet and waiting for her kisses. Just above their assholes were their tight sacs of nuts. Don's were bigger than Kenny's, but Kenny's were pinker. And then there were their pricks, their lovely pricks, standing and stretching up so straight and tall that they were touching their bellies, both of them throbbing visibly with desire for her hungry mouth. Helen licked her lips and began her feast of love.
She reserved one hand for Kenny and the other for Don, and she alternated her mouth between them. With no hesitation at all today, she pressed her sucking lips right against their assholes and slid her stiff, pointed tongue right inside to tickle them more deeply. She hadn't even finished with their assholes when she had both boys gasping and squirming and holding themselves wider open for her. Their balls were like exotic fruits, and Helen was easily and joyfully able to suck each pair into her mouth and roll them around with her tongue. Their pricks were like candy sticks to her. She licked them and sucked them and lavished her tongue's attentions on them while she played with their kiss-wetted balls and slipped her fingers into their stretched assholes till she had them both moaning with delight and begging for more? She'd give them more, all right. With every passing moment her steaming cunt was more demanding that it be filled with cock and tongue and finger. Her remorse and inhibitions were now gone, and she was happily determined to get both her lovers so terrifically hot that day that every one of their inhibitions would disappear in a wild maelstrom of sex and cooking oil. She'd introduce Kenny's prick to her asshole that day and Don's tongue to her cunt. She'd have both of their pricks in her cunt at the same time. She'd inspire their nuts to produce pints of cream, and she'd gobble up enough of it to live on for a week. Already she had them quite beside themselves with desire. She was just returning for a final suck on their assholes when the crashing in the bushes outside made her leap to her feet.
Helen leaped to her feet, threw open the window and leaned out. "Alicia!" she said.
Kenny and Don were right at her sides, all three of them looking down at the small, dark-haired woman sprawled on her back on the ground under the protective canopy of a large acacia bush. Her eyes were closed and her little skirt was up about her waist. Her arms were outflung as she lay by a broken lawn chair and one knee was bent out at an angle, stretching her very diminutive black panties tautly over the prim little bulge of her twat.
"She's been hurt," said Kenny. "Do you know who she is?"
"An old friend," Helen said. "But what is she doing here?"
With his hand roving over Helen's big backside, Don grinned down at the unconscious woman and said, "I sure wish she was a friend of mine. Let's take her inside."
But Alicia wasn't fully unconscious. She'd only been momentarily stunned by her fall and was regaining her senses even as they were lifting her in through the window. Between her pussy balls and the sight of the three of them at the couch, she'd become a little too titillated and had caused the chair to overturn. She was wide awake when they'd cleared the long coffee table and laid her out on it, but she kept her eyes closed and remained limp, prudently reasoning that if she appeared to be seriously hurt they'd quickly call for an ambulance which would whisk her away from this embarrassing situation.
"What in the world was she doing out there?" said Helen.
"She was peekin' at us," said Don, the expert at that game. "She sure is a cute little oV thing, though," he said, and he flipped up her skirt to her waist for another view of her small, black-banded hips, and he smoothed his rough hand over her flat little belly.
"Is her pulse still there?" Kenny anxiously asked, and picked up her dangling hand.
Don slid his hand down over the firm, narrow mound of her cunt and said with a grin, "I can feel it. It's pretty strong and it's pretty wet.
Jeezus, the whole crotch of her little oV black panties is all slick and wet."
"You shouldn't touch a woman like that unless she wants you to," said Kenny.
"Why not?" said Don, and he nudged one of her cute little legs off the table to open her up for his hand. "She's out for a while. She don't feel a ming."
Alicia was, in fact, feeling quite a bit. Watching the naked trio and rubbing her little pussy, she'd been close to having the first real orgasm she'd known in months, and now the strange boy's hand slipping up and down between her open legs was more than a little disturbing. But she remained still as could be, knowing she'd be out of there soon.
"Don, I think you're right," said Helen, "I think she was peeping at us. Let me sit down on the couch for a moment and think of what to do about this."
"I know what to do," said Don, and pulled aside that very tight black crotchband and fingered the wet lips inside. "She's got a real little cunt. It's not as soft as yours is, Helen," he said, and when his finger touched her clitoris, Alicia had to exert a great deal of will power to hold perfectly still.
"We ought to loosen her clothing," said Kenny. "That's what it says to do in the first aid books."
"Good idea," said Don. "I'll help you get her dress off, and then I'll take down her pants. She sure don't weigh very much," he said, and gave her tight round buns a good squeezing as he lifted her hips for Kenny to pull her dress up.
"We oughta take that thing around her waist off," said Kenny, as he struggled to pull her dress up over her lolling head and arms. "It looks like it's cutting her right in two."
Don said, "It could be a back brace. We'd better leave that on her for now."
Alicia was being held upright as her dress was pulled off, and as it came off she was lightly struck in the face by what had to be a penis. She'd had to suck on several penises to get where she was in life, and now that she'd arrived, she'd sworn that never again would a penis come close to her face. Therefore she was a little pleased with herself for continuing to play possum and not reacting at all when the hard young penis brushed against her soft red lips. She was still convinced she was doing the right thing by doing nothing, and that she'd soon be delivered from this impossible situation and be free to bend Helen and her boys to her whims.
"Nice little tits," said Don, as he fingered the extruded mounds and pulled at her little nipples through the tight black satin.
"Not near as nice as Mrs. Hornaday's," Kenny said, and Helen stopped her frowning contemplation long enough to give him a smile.
"I'll just roll her over on the table and get these tight pants off her," said Don, and took his sweet time about getting her on her belly, with Kenny eagerly trying to help.
Chapter Eleven
"Boy, you sure do like assholes, Don," said Kenny, and came up for a closer look at his new friend fingering the injured woman's small, rounded buns.
"So what?" said Don. "You like eating pussy, don't you?"
"That's different. Pussy tastes good."
"So do assholes, honey," said Helen, and leaned forward and smiled at the boy as she fondly stroked his head. She'd been quite upset when this untimely interruption had occurred, but now, looking at her boys toying with the half-clad supine woman on her coffee table, she was getting aroused again. Her pussy was leaking copiously and had formed a warm wet spot on the couch cushion under her. She moved her big bottom up to the edge of it as she spoke cajolingly to her precocious sex student. Alicia looked very sexy even to her, and she could well imagine how she looked to Don with her little black waist cincher nipping her middle in to make her small round bottom look not so small at all. As she smiled at Kenny and kissed him, her hand roamed to the satiny tan mound of Alicia's ass, and a shiver of wicked delight passed through her at touching another woman so intimately. She's always admired Alicia's cute little figure but she'd never even thought about doing anything of a homosexual nature. But now it was a new and exciting adventure for her, as was the idea of sitting back and watching Kenny as she tempted him further from the path of innocence.
"Assholes taste good?" asked Kenny, staring down now at his friend's finger moving about in the tight brown circle of flesh.
"I don't really know what pussies taste like," said Helen, "but they couldn't taste much more exciting than a nice little tussy hole like this." She touched the rim of Alicia's asshole, quite giddy with wonderfully wicked desires, and while Kenny watched spellbound she calmly touched her finger to her tonguetip. "She tastes just as good as you do, Kenny, and she's used perfume there." She wet her finger in her mouth, and Don obligingly pulled his finger aside so that Helen's could slide into the tight hole as well. No one even noticed the tiny tremors in Alicia's body now for they were all too fascinated by the two fingers working in her behind, and then by one of those fingers disappearing within Helen's smiling mouth. "Mm-m-m. She tastes very nice," said Helen, and cupped the nape of Kenny's neck and slipped her tongue between his lips as she lightly kissed him.
"She sure looks good there," said Don, and spread her little asscheeks wide apart with both his hands, the better for everyone to get a really good look at this strangely exciting part of the unconscious woman's anatomy.
Every nerve in Alicia's body was wide awake. She felt as if she was being picked over by a trio of monkeys. She was breathing harder and starting to sweat under her arms and holding onto the table legs, but they were so absorbed by the widely stretched and quivering anus that they didn't even notice. If they didn't stop and get back to their sordid little affair soon, she'd go mad.
"Doesn't it look good, buddy?" said Don and drew it wider open to show the rosy pink flesh inside.
The pink spot within the deep brown circle did look pretty. Kenny didn't even mind the small amount of hair around it. His mouth was very dry, and he had a hard time saying, "Yeah. Sort of."
Helen slid her hand under his little butt, fondled his balls and tickled his asshole till he was squirming and panting. She slipped her tongue in his ear, chuckled softly and said, "I know what I'd be doing if you were lying on the table like that, Kenny." She made him shiver all over as she ran her hand up his spine to the back of his head. "I just love to kiss you there. It feels so nice, and it gets me so excited I just don't know what to do with myself."
Still the boy was hesitant, and Don winked at Helen and said, "Go ahead and give her a good Frenching down there. Don't be a chicken about it. You do it first and then I will."
Kenny glanced up at each of them and quickly returned his gaze to Alicia's cute asshole. He'd been rubbing his thighs with his hands, but now he put them on the backs of Alicia's legs and as he did, Helen murmured warmly, "Go on and do it, honey. She's so pretty there and you know you want to and it'd make me feel all funny and good watching you do it.
His head bobbed down from the light pressure of her hand and his face disappeared tongue first between the little brown buttocks. It did make Helen feel all funny and good to see him performing anilingus, and looking up at Don's glazed expression added to her seething lusts. Kenny only did it for a few moments. His face was flushed and exultant when he raised it, smacked his lips and said, "I like pussy better, but ... Okay, Don -your turn. Want me to hold her open for you?"
Don fell back off the edge of the coffee table, howling with laughter. He rolled on the floor, saying, "Man, you wouldn't catch me kissin' anybody's ass."
Both Kenny and Helen glared at him, then looked down at Alicia's bottom. Without Don's hands on them, Alicia's buttocks were nice and round again, and quite erotically framed in the black straps of her garters and her waist cinch and her hose. Helen got down on her knees beside Kenny and spread the tanned asscheeks. She stabbed her tongue deep into pink flesh, swirled it around and rimmed it thoroughly. It was indeed every bit as tight and sweet as her boys' bum holes and the scent of feminine perfume gave it a deliciously wicked spice. What had started as an act of support for her Kenny quickly changed into a compellingly thrilling new experience for Helen and it was some little time before she gave the wet brown eye a parting kiss.
Kenny's tongue was right there to follow hers. She smiled and ruffled his hair, quite proud that he shared her adventuresome sexual nature. Don had stopped laughing and was watching Kenny closely. Helen fondled the busy boy's prick and balls and tickled his asshole again. She pushed a big tit against his sunken cheek, hugged him about the shoulders and said, "Yes, darling, lick Alicia's pretty asshole really good this time. I was right about how good it is, wasn't I? Give sleeping beauty a good deep reaming with your hot little tongue, and then you and I'll go just crazy together. Hell, I'm so hot I can't hold still! Honey, let me do it again before we ball. Please, baby, just for a minute."
"No, let me do it!" said Don, and roughly pulled Kenny away and buried his tongue in the warm wet hole of Alicia's ass.
Now it was Kenny's turn to laugh, and now Helen embraced her larger boy friend, kissed the back of his head and said, "Now we're all together again. What a beautiful afternoon this has been so far. Donny, give me just another taste of her before we settle down to some serious rucking."
"Hey, it's not bad!" said Donny as he rose.
Helen was quick to take his place, and she improved upon it as she did. She went to the end of the table, pushed Alicia's legs wide apart and pulled her little body toward her on the table. There was no need to hold Alicia's asscheeks open now. Her buttocks were standing up firmly and quite a lot of pink showed through the brown flesh and the black hairs. A bit of pink showed from her cunt, too, and Helen was careful to slip her tongue over this hot, slick flesh before she plunged it into the more familiar hole. She sucked and tongued deeply while the boys crowded in on her, Don pleading to get at her there again and Kenny imploring Helen to turn her over so he could taste her cunt. Helen kept at it for a little longer for now the unconscious Alicia's asshole was contracting rhythmically against her stabbing tongue in exactly the same tempo as the orgasmic spasms thrilling away in her shaven cunt. She dipped her tongue lower and got a good big taste of cunt before relinquishing her position to Don.
Kneeling on the floor with Kenny and watching Don's eager ass-eating, Helen grasped Kenny's hot hand and pulled it against her gushing cunt. "Uh-h-h-h," she moaned. "Damn! Gets better all the fucking time with you two. Stick your prick against my clit, honey, and give me a great big kiss and make me feel even better."
He hit her right on the button. He could feel that for sure as they tangled hot tongues for she was clutching at him and moaning through the kiss like she did when he'd sucked her cunt. He wanted to suck her cunt now and stick his prick in her big hot hole, but even more than that he wanted to taste the little tanned woman's cunt directly and not just on Helen's twisting, curling tongue. He felt he was right on the verge of cumming, and he wanted to taste it now, right now!
Kenny wrenched away from Helen's hot embrace and cried, "Give another guy a chance, Don!"
"Wow, that's really neat!" said Don. "It tastes sexy as hell!"
"Talk about it later," said Kenny. "Now help me turn her over." Six hands helped lift and turn little Alicia. Her legs and arms were moving weakly and she was murmuring, "No, no, no-o-o-o," but none of them noticed that at all as her little black muff hove into view, all fluffy and crinkly despite the hot cunt juice seeping steadily through it.
Kenny had his tongue in her sweet slit even before the table's edge was biting into her quivering, jerking buttocks. He crouched down on the floor and, pushing her curvaceous little legs apart, he was licking and sucking noisily and steadily, quite obviously having a lovely time with this fresh new cunt, the second he'd ever seen in his young life. Alicia lay back on the table with her arms outflung over her head. Her red, red mouth was open and her eyes were almost closed. Her forehead gleamed with perspiration as her curly black head rolled from side to side and her tiny waist moved as supplely as a snake's spine as she writhed under Kenny's very expert kisses.
She frowned and pushed her chest up when Don pinched her stiff nipple through her jet black bra. "Looks like she's diggin' it even in her sleep."
"I imagine she's having some wild dreams," said Helen. She was pulling and pushing Don's wet-ended prick against her soft thigh as he toyed with Alicia's body. "Are you going to lick her cunt when Kenny's done, Don? It tastes even better than her rear. Believe me, I know."
"Yeah." He peeled down a black bra cup and pulled at a very hard nipple. "Shit, I'm ready to try anything."
"Then try my cunt first," she said, and was easily able to push his head down 'til his mouth was against her thrusting cunt.
He dug right in with his tongue and his suction. He was clumsier about it than her now more experienced Kenny, but that didn't matter at all, for by then the touch of even Henry's old mouth on her cunt would have kept her orgasms building and flowing.
She noted with satisfaction that Don had acquired a taste for pussy very quickly, and he didn't miss even one flick of his tongue on her clit as she heaved herself up and sat on the edge of the couch again. She lay back and, pressing his head deeper between her outspread legs, she mashed her heavy tits together with her upper arms, writhing no less sensuously than the orgasming woman on her coffee table.
"Uh-h-h-h-. Uh-h-h-h-h-h-h. O-h-h-h-h, Mickey," Alica was saying, as she held onto Kenny's head with both hands, with her clog heels hooked over the edge of the coffee table and her face all contorted with pleasure.
"Dreaming about her silly dog," Helen murmured, as she held her pussy open for Don's hot mouth and soared off on another orgasmic flight. "Hot little bitch. Uh-h-h-h-h, yes - suck it right there! Dog probably fucks her, too. I need a fuck. Don, stick your cock in me, and then, Kenny, come and suck me off."
Don straightened right up and plunged his pecker into her. Her throbbing pussy was so wet and wide open that his dick slipped in with the greatest of ease and began squirting at once. He'd been jerking himself off as he'd sucked on her box and now the first touch of hot cunt pulled the hair trigger
of his orgasm and brought her right along with him. Kenny, too, had been beating his meat, and at the first mention of his name he bounded up from Alicia's juicy box to get at his favorite cunt. But finding it filled with plunging prick, he was up on the couch in a flash and shooting a frantic load through Helen's sucking lips and down her gulping gullet. Gasps and moans filled the air as the trio on the couch orgasmed enormously and as the little figure on the coffee table heaved and bucked and clawed at her pussy with both hands, screaming, "Eat it! Eat me some more!"
Don's sturdy dick was still spurting white as he whipped it out of Helen's blazing box and wheeled around and stuck it up the tight brown hole he'd been feasting on just moments before. Alicia screamed as if in agony as his slickened prick was rammed into her asshole, but straightaway her ankles were locked about his back and her little body was arched up off the table to get more of the butt-fucking. Helen tried to hold Kenny's sweet prick in her mouth, for it, too, was still creaming nicely, but the frantically hot boy slipped it out of her and dropped to his knees on the floor before her to ram it four wonderful times against her exploding clit before getting it into her cavernous cunt. She was shouting and screaming and laughing as loudly as Alicia as he stabbed her with his spurting prick, and now her whole cunt was as hot as her clit. Now he pulled his prick out of her, and with strength born on his overwhelming young lust, he pushed her heavy legs up against her tits and began washing her shaved, hairless crotch from asshole to clit with his tongue.
"MAKE ME CUM! MAKE ME CUM HARDER!" Helen shouted, jamming her cunt against his face as she held it there with both hands.
"FUCK ME! EAT ME! DO ANYTHING!" Alicia screamed, and Don whipped out his prick, still as stiff as spring steel, and bent down and bit her clit till she was howling with pleasure and pain.
As if by some prearranged signal, the boys switched places on their women. Now Don was ramming his slick dick up Helen's asshole as she held herself open for him, and Kenny was laving his tongue over Alicia's wonderfully large clit while his little fingers flew in her two very ready holes. It was he who first felt those little brass balls in there, first with his fingers and then with his prick as he shoved it in and out of her with gleeful abandon. Helen was grunting like a sow and shaking and sweating all over as Don rammed his cock home again and again. Alicia was going through some wild contortions herself, and it was she who finally broke the pattern of round-robin nicking and sucking by rolling off the table and falling to the floor at Helen's feet. She was weak from all her orgasms but still blazing with passion as she sat up and got a close-up view of Helen's big cunt, all shaven bare and glistening with cum, with Don's hard prick still doing its job in her rear. Without a thought she shoved the boy aside and pressed her mouth against that churning mass of steaming pink flesh and sucked hard in mute gratitude for the marvelous world of sex her friend had brought to her.
The hot smack of Alicia's little mouth on her twat instantly reawakened Helen's lusty taste for her friend's dark muff and she tumbled down on top of her, knocking the coffee table aside in her need to bury her face in Alicia's hotly convulsing cunt. Arms and legs locked about each other's straining bodies, they rolled about on the floor - lapping cunt in the sixty-nine position, while the pair of teen-aged boys caught their breath and enjoyed the view. It was the view of Alicia's cute little upturned ass framed in her garter straps mat inspired Don to action.
"Let's butt-fuck 'em both while they're eating each other!" he enthusiastically suggested, and he had his stiff prong up Alicia's wagging behind before young Kenny could even move. Don's vigorous new fucking rolled the two embracing women on their sides, and when the big pinkened cushions of Helen's ass hove into view, Kenny scrambled rjght up to them and stuck his stiff little prick between as deep as it would go.
They were all four on their sides now, happily fucking and sucking their ways to a quadruple climax. The stench of sex was strong and sweet, the gasps and groans were pleasant music to the ears of all, and when the great climax joined them all still more tightly, it was felt with more than fourfold intensity and ecstasy by all.
Then they lolled on the floor together, blissful and content, slowly regaining at least a portion of their totally abandoned senses. At last Alicia began pawing at her cunt. She took out the two brass balls and threw them in a corner of the room, saying, "I won't need anything like this any more."
Thereupon she crawled over and kissed her dear friend Helen's sweetly smiling lips, and said, "How can I ever thank you for all you've done for me today? Kiss your lovely cunt again? Give you money and jewels? Be your dearest friend forever and ever?"
Helen touched her cheek and said, "You've already thanked me by getting me on that special diet. But if you'd like to thank us all again, you can come to my party this afternoon. It's going to be right here in the bedroom."
"Lead the way," Alicia said, and she and the two boys jubilantly helped Helen to her feet.
"We'd best hurry, darlings," said Helen. "It's almost five o'clock, and Henry will be home at SIX!"
Chapter Twelve
At this point in time Henry Hornaday had already left from his job at the office. He had four hundred dollars in cash that was burning hotly in his pocket and he was parked at the middle of the hill where he had a good clear view of the freeway approach where the love of his life plied her dirty trade. His hand was in his other pocket, steadily squeezing the big, manly cock that soon would be plunging into a beautifully slender body that heretofore had only been able to take joy from cocks that were backed up by sheaves of paper dollars.
He was going to fuck the daylights out of her, and that was for sure. He was going to love her up like she'd never been loved before in her life. He was going to suck her brains right out through her twat. He was going to pump her so full of his hot cream mat it flowed out of her ears, and then he was going to run off with her and make a whole new life for both of them. Four hundred dollars was an easy admission price for total happiness for the rest of their lives together. It was worth that much just to get away from that big blob of lard he'd somehow married.
Of course he'd dump Helen and marry his girl friend! It was a known fact that ex-whores made very good wives. It was also a known fact mat the majority of women who turned to the profession of prostitution did so because they were nymphomaniacs rather than for economic reasons. At forty-four years of age could he handle a nymphomaniac wife? The condition of his cock of late certainly indicated that he could. He took it out of his pants and looked at it. It seemed as if it was always hard lately. He'd been jerking off once or twice a day for the past several weeks, pumping quarts of cream into the sinks at work and at home, and that should certainly be enough for a hot young number like his girl friend. She'd fall in love with his cock first, and then in love with him. The head of it was all purplish red with passion and it looked as big as a doorknob as he gripped its shaft firmly with his fist. Every time she saw it she'd squeal with delight and pull down her little black panties and sit right down on it. Even though a lot of guys had already fucked her, she'd still be good and tight. She'd be so tight that once she got it in her it just wouldn't come out till he'd squirted half a pint or so of hot cream in her.
Sometimes she'd blow him. She'd like the feeling of a hot cock in her mouth, and she'd love the taste of his cum. That sweet little smiling mouth of hers would very frequently be wrapped around his big old cock, nursing like a baby on it for the stuff it liked best. And she'd never spit it out when he creamed in her mouth. No, sir, she'd swallow every bit of his juice, lick her pretty lips and say, "More, Big Henry, more."
And if he couldn't keep up with her hungry mouth and her demanding pussy, he'd let other guys take her on. He'd sit back in an easy chair in the shadows, martini in hand, and coolly observe while his little whore smiled apologetically at him and stripped off her clothes for some hungry stud who didn't have the guts to marry a whore. He'd watch and sip while his wife lay down on the bed and spread her girlish legs for yet another big hard prick. He'd even smile as he saw it go in, terribly tight at first, but soon moving easily as her lithe body bucked and twisted under its deep hard strokes. He'd nod his encouragement as the stranger's cock inevitably set his young wife's passions aflame and he'd enjoy each of the orgasms that ripped through her screaming little body. At the end of it, she'd be too tired to get up and take the money from the john and Henry would have to take it. But she wouldn't be too tired to come to him when this customer was satisfied and gone, to kneel at his feet and look up at him with tears in her eyes and say, "I'm sorry, Daddy . I just had to have that. I thought he'd be so good, but he was nothing, nothing at all compared to you."
"It's all right, little one. You need a little variety now and then."
"That's all over with. From now on I'm only going to do it with you, Henry."
"Do what?"
"You know."
"I don't know anything except that I've got a very big hard-on. Watching you in bed with another man always does that to me. Tell me, what is it you're only going to do with me from now on?"
"Fuck. Suck."
"Look at me when you say that, dear. You're blushing. Why is that? Why do you blush so much to talk about it when you love so much to fuck and suck?"
"I don't know. I don't know anything but that I'm in love with you and I'd do anything for you, anything!"
"Would you seduce a little virgin boy in front of me if I asked you to? Would you put on a lesbian show for me if I wanted to see it?"
"Henry, please!" . "Take out my cock and kiss it."
"Yes! Yes, Henry, that I'll gladly do!"
"Kiss it good. Suck on it, damn it! You'd love to get it on with a little boy, wouldn't you?
You'd love to suck on a woman's cunt like I suck on yours, isn't that right?"
"Yes, yes, yes! You've got me all hot again just talking about it! Oh, this beautiful cock of yours! I love it! I love the taste of it and the feel of it in my mouth and my cunt and everywhere. Henry, fuck me, please fuck me! My cunt's just burning up! That bastard with his big cock didn't satisfy me at all! Put your cock in my cunt, daddy, or I'll just die!"
"Get up, turn around, spread your legs and grab your ankles."
He wouldn't put it in her right away. He wouldn't do that, but he'd be damned tempted to for she'd be presenting quite a picture in that position. Little black nightie pulled up over her waist, smoothly tapered legs set wide apart. Nice round asscheeks all trembling and white, itching little cunt showing pink and wet throbbing with lust for his cock. He wouldn't give it to her yet. He'd get up and feel of her ass and slip his thumb in her cunt while she whimpered and begged and sobbed for his cock. He'd go down and lick her from asshole to appetite and though she'd be weeping and blubbering and imploring him to stop it and fuck her, she'd still be cumming like crazy. He'd make her promise to put on some really wild bedroom shows for him before he'd get up and stuff his hard meat up her crack.
Henry looked up from his cock and there she was on the freeway approach. Even her thumb looked sexy but Henry didn't go racing down there as he'd thought he would. In a leisurely fashion he took his coat from the seat and placed it over his lap. He started the car. He let it roll down the hill, and he smiled thinking about how she'd react to this, the first time she would ever see his cock. It might not be love at first sight, for she didn't yet know what that cock was capable of. But she would lick her lips and say, "Mmmm, that's a nice one you've got there, mister. Are you going to give me a ride before I give you a ride on that?"
"Sure. Hop in," he'd say, and her opening of the car door would open a new and wonderful life for both of them.
It was going to be that way, but then at the last moment Henry knew it wouldn't be. Twenty feet from her with the car already braking and her thumb coming down, Henry saw quite another vision of the future, and it was not a pretty one at all. He saw her screaming at the sight of his cock and running back up the freeway approach, getting his license number from over her shoulder, turning him in for an exhibitionist. Jail. Loss of his job, his pension, his wife. Skid row. Registered sex offender. A lonely old broken derelict, without even Helen to care for him. Helen? The blimp? At the thought of her, Henry coolly whipped away the coat and let his cock stand proudly by itself as he stopped the car beside this incredibly beautiful little sex pot who in the next few seconds would certainly be screaming in panic. But she didn't panic.
She leaned on the window sill and looked at his cock, licked her hot lips and said, "Mmmm, that's a nice one you've got there, mister. Are you going to give me a ride before I give you a ride on that?"
"Huh? S-sure. Hop in."
Henry Horaaday didn't get home until eight o'clock that night. He looked more like sixty than forty-four as he trudged in, leaving the front door ajar, dragging his coat across the floor as he headed for the liquor cabinet. There he could look at the gin and vermouth but he couldn't find the strength to open the bottles. How could he tell Helen about it?
Should he make it as light as he could? "Hi, honey. Sorry I'm late. I was down at the police station getting booked and mugged or whatever they call it What's for dinner?"
Should he try to keep it from her for as long as he could? "Darling, I'm leaving you. Tonight. No, don't even ask me why. And don't help me pack my bags. Good-bye."
Should he lay it on the line all the way? Could she handle that? "Helen, I have committed a terrible, stupid, middle-aged crime. I picked up a policewoman and offered her money to have sexual relations with me. I exposed myself to her. I was booked, my money was confiscated, and I am now a registered sex offender."
Henry laughed. What the hell did it matter?
He was a broken man. He should commit suicide. He still had his job, of course, but one more tiny violation of the law and his empl oyer would be informed that he had a crazy sex fiend working for him. He would lose his wife and his home, of course, and wind up living in a rooming house for male weirdos like himself. He ought to end it all by picking up the policewoman again tomorrow and showing her his cock on the freeway, being sent to a mental institution to languish there for the rest of his life. There'd be lots of other crazies to talk with there. He laughed again at the thought of evenings in the sex offender wing of the funny farm, sitting around in a circle, singing songs and masturbating.
Why not? He was batty as a bedbug anyway. The expressions on the policemen's faces told him that for sure. He was sex-obsessed, and it was still with him. Even now, in his own house, he was hallucinating about sex and it had given him a big fat hard-on. He could smell sex as surely as if his house was a border bordello. Furniture looked as if it had been overturned in the living room during an orgy, and there on the floor was a pair of black panties far too tiny for Helen's waddling fat hips. He was nuts, but it was a rather pleasant feeling to wander about his house, breathing sex scent that wasn't there, nibbling on a pair of panties that only existed in his troubled mind.
What he saw in the bedroom confirmed his total insanity. Two bodies lay sleeping on his bed.
His fat old wife Helen was stark naked, but she wasn't fat any more, and she wasn't old. She'd lost twenty years and eighty pounds. Mouth open and snoring, big tits only slightly flattened against her chest, cunt completely free of its ugly hair, she was absolutely beautiful, the most stunning sex creature he'd ever seen in his life. And beside her lay her hoity-toity society friend Alicia, decked out in the same little wisps of black that he'd envisioned his whore would wear for him. Oh yes, he was quite insane, but his insanity was getting better, as was the stiff state of his cock. He undressed slowly and carefully, hoping the hallucination wouldn't fade away before he got to fully enter into it.
Helen's mouth was very warm around his cock. He'd no sooner slipped it in there when she stirred and murmured and closed her lips around it, fondled his balls and opened her eyes and looked up at him. "It's all right, old girl," he softly said. "It's only a dream. I've gone insane, you see, and you're a part of my insane dream, but it'll soon be over."
She shook her head. She took her mouth off his cock and licked it before she said, "Make it last, Henry. Put your cock in me and make it last."
"Sure. Fine. But let's go slowly so I don't wake up."
Her cunt was fine, just fine. It was really nice without all the hair around it. He slipped in very easily, and they exchanged a warm smile as she closed her cunt muscles around his sliding shaft and kissed him warmly on the mouth. "Are you sure it's only a dream, Henry?"
"Absolutely."
"Then I can tell you I've been fucking some of the neighborhood boys. I've been having a terrific time with them." "Her, too?" he said, and looked at Alicia.
"Yes. She loves my boys, too, and we've been sucking each other, as well."
"Does her cunt taste good?"
"Try it, dear."
It tasted almost as good as Helen's felt as he dipped his tongue in the one slit while his cock kept dipping in the other. He changed position and put his cock in Alicia and his tongue in his wife, and wow, she tasted delicious!
"Oh! More fucking," said Alicia, as her black lingerie-clad body came to life under Henry's sliding cock. "Helen, darling, is that Henry fucking me and sucking you, or am I dreaming?"
"We're all dreaming," said Helen, stroking Henry's head as he dipped his tongue for more nectar again and again.
"What a marvelous big cock he's got!" said Alicia. "He really knows how to use it, too."
"And he's the dearest cunt-licker in the world. Much better than Don, or even Kenny. My Henry's not a fumbler. He knows what he's doing, at least."
"Interesting," said Alicia, with a most interesting gyration of her hips. "I'd like to feel a real man's tongue in my hot little cunt."
Helen scratched Henry's head and lifted it to look at her radiantly smiling face. "Would you do my friend a favor, dear?" she asked. "I just had a nice little cum from your tongue, and Alicia deserves one, too!"
"Anything for a friend," he said, and made Alicia shudder and shiver and smile as he slid his long hot cock out of her twat.
He gave her a good sucking this time because she was moving her twat so nicely for him and because he knew he'd be getting back to Helen's more succulent snatch many times in his dreamworld. "He really is good!" said Alicia, as she fed her big clit to him with growing enthusiasm. "Let me show you just what he's doing with his tongue, Helen. Come sit on my face."
Henry looked up past the twin black mounds of Alicia's little tits as Helen obligingly lowered her big pink twat on the little woman's stabbing tongue. The sight of Helen's luscious big buttocks squirming and jouncing over Alicia's hidden face was truly inspirational to him. He reached up and felt how smooth and soft and firm his newly found young wife was, and she caught in her breath and quickly reached back and spread her asscheeks wide. His finger slipped right in her butt hole. It was all wet with the juice his tongue had started gushing in her and now her buttocks really did a dance for him as she kept cumming in earnest.
"Good heavens!" she said, as wave after wave of hot shivers made her voluptuous body even more lovely to him. "This afternoon with the boys was just a warm-up for this! I'm really getting off now. Henry, I want your prick in me, everywhere in me at once! Fuck me, honey, while I suck Alicia's cunt." Her big tits swayed and dragged over Alicia's orgasming body as she took Henry's place on the black-furred muff that he'd warmed up for her. Her moonlike ass looked so gorgeous that Henry had to stop and give her crack one good licking before he got up and stuck his cock in her. He had his choice of two holes, and she made it very clear that each was equally receptive to his big slippery dick. Her hips were just right for handholds and her clit was right there under her to be kissed by his swinging balls as he gave her the good hard fucking that she wanted. The twisted look of ecstasy on Alicia's face was adding to his erotic dream and even his dirty words were helping as he drove the two oversexed women to orgasm after orgasm.
"Get those two boys over here tomorrow," he said. "I'm taking the afternoon off and watching everything you two do to them. When you're done with them, you're going to start on me, and if that's not enough for you, you're going out street-walking. You women are all whores, and what you need is a pimp like me to set you straight."
"Yes, Henry, yes!" Alicia cried, as Henry drove his cock up through Helen's cunt and through her mouth and into Alicia's cunt. "We'll do it at my house. You'll move in with me, the both of you. You'll never have to work again if you can keep me this happy. I want both of you with me forever!"
"What I want is Henry's big old cock," said Helen, wiping the cunt cream from her mouth and pulling her quivering cunt off Henry's big pole. "Feed it to me, baby," she said, and knelt on all fours like a dog and took all he had in her mouth.
Alicia was quick to climb under Helen and find her clit with her lips. Henry wasn't so quick to cum, for he knew that would inevitably end his wonderful dream. But with a mouth like hers he couldn't wait forever, and it wasn't long at all before his nuts erupted a great gusher of hot semen that was lapped up and swallowed with such frenzied eagerness that he found that he was licking Helen's twat at the peak of an orgasm that would have shattered ordinary mortals.
They both orgasmed steadily for half an hour, of this Henry was quite sure. Twenty years of piddly little orgasms were made up for in one gigantic explosion that turned into a hurricane of ecstasy before it at last dwindled and faded and left him with only memories of bliss to serve him during the bleak years of reality ahead. It was all over now, ended, finished, and as soon as he opened his eyes he'd find himself in the booby hatch with a strait jacket around him instead of the soft feminine flesh on both sides that he now felt
Henry was a brave man. He did open his eyes. And to his great delight he found that these sexy lovelies snuggled up at each of his sides stayed right with him. They didn't go away at all, and that made him very happy indeed.
"When can we do it again?" said Alicia.
"Soon," Henry replied.
"Let him rest a bit first, dear," Helen said. "And I'm sure you must be hungry, Henry."
"What's for dinner?" he said.
"Steak and lobster and pussy," she said. "And for me, another big load of Henry's hot cream. No more diet pills for me. I'm going to live on love from now on."
