Behind the outward serenity and closed doors of middle-class suburban homes, we find people tormented by the same problems that have afflicted men and women throughout the ages.
While Americans today are leading "the good life," enjoying material comforts unheard of in other countries, people may still find themselves in an emotional turmoil, reinforced by the increasing alienation of our lifestyle.
Helen Percy is a typical young suburban housewife. She is surrounded by material comforts. Yet her boredom and her husband's increasing neglect lead her into acts she never dreamed herself capable of. With each day, she finds herself set more irretrievably upon a path from which there is no turning back.
RESTLESS WIFE is a novel about the problems that may confront any woman when she makes the fateful decision to ignore society's prohibitions.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
She sat on the toilet with one foot up on the edge of the bathtub and the milkman's face buried in her crotch.
Helen Percy wondered how many stops he made like this during the day. His name was Earl. He was a nice little man with a bald spot in the middle of his head. She liked men with bald spots. A bald spot gave a man an element of vulnerability and made her feel tender towards him. But at the moment, tenderness was not the issue. She hadn't had a man's mouth on her cunt in years and years, ten years of marriage to be exact, and now that the mouth was there, she wasn't certain it was real.
Her husband said it was unmanly to put his nose in a woman's crotch. She returned the favor-he kept his nose out of hers, and she kept her nose out of his. It was all very fine, except that before she married Ralph Percy the one thing she enjoyed most about a hot date was having her pussy licked.
Helen sighed. She looked down at the milkman's head. She still had her clothes on, but her panties were off and her dress pulled up far enough so that she could see his mouth working on her cunt. His tongue lapped up and down with a steady rhythm, like some kind of weird machine designed to pleasure a pussy.
"Do it a little harder," she said.
She was shocked at the words coming out of her mouth. Then she thought, why not? Earl obviously like to suck pussy, and there was certainly more than one way to do it. Why not tell him what she wanted? She also wanted more noise-the sound of a little slurping would be delicious-but she felt awkward telling him that. The hell with being awkward, she thought, nothing good ever comes of that.
"A little more noise," she said.
This time the milkman pulled his mouth away and looked up at her.
"What?"
"A little more noise," Helen said.
He looked puzzled. His mouth was drenched with her cuntjuice. He ran his tongue over his lips to clear some of it off. "Noise?"
"Never mind," Helen said. "Suck me some more."
"Don't you like the way I do it? I never had any complaints."
"It's marvelous," she said. "Do it some more."
She moved her fingers down and pried open her cuntlips, showing him the red meat. An old boyfriend, maybe the guy she should've married instead of Ralph, had once told her she had a meaty cunt. Meaty or not, there was sure a lot of it, and it was now boiling over and sopping wet.
Earl went back to pleasuring her pussy. She held the hairy lips open for him and watched the movement of his tongue. Her clit looked about ready to explode-big and pink and quivering. She watched him scoop cuntjuice out of her hole and drag it up along the gash. Moving her free hand to the back of his head, she pulled him in until his nose mashed against her clit!
"That's better," she said.
She could feel the tip of his tongue sliding out of his mouth to work from side to side between the lips of her cunt. He rubbed his nose over the tip of her clit and moved his tongue down to her cunt-hole. She moaned when he pushed his tongue inside.
"That's nice," she said.
He was good, but not good enough. She knew she wouldn't come. Maybe it was the newness of it, the years without it. She was wet as hell, but she knew there was no way the milkman could bring her off with his tongue. She gently pushed him away.
"Let's go in the bedroom," she said. "We can take our clothes off."
Wiping his mouth, he looked up at her. "There's no time for that," he said. "I've got a route to worry about."
"Don't you want to fuck me?"
He flushed. The question hung suspended in the air. "I thought you wanted me to go down on you," he said.
Helen sighed. "You're the one who made the offer."
"Sure I did."
"Is that all you ever do? Don't you ever screw?"
He was standing up now, his eyes glancing one more time at her gaping wet cunt. She closed her legs and pulled her dress down. She suddenly felt foolish.
"Never mind," she said. Then she added, "Would you like some coffee?"
"Some other time," he shrugged. "I got to get back to work."
She walked with him to the front door. She felt strange now, awkward in the presence of this man she hardly knew. It seemed difficult to believe that a few minutes ago he'd been lapping her pussy.
At the door he turned and looked her up and down. "You're a good-looking woman," he said. "Any time you want your pussy sucked, you just let me know, you hear?"
Returning to the kitchen, she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down. Her thighs were quivering, she was aware of her juices between her legs, she could feel the wetness on the insides of her thighs.
Ten o'clock in the morning and I'm ready to explode, she thought. It was really her own fault. Earl had been delivering their milk for almost a year and nothing had ever happened. But this morning, during their usual trivial banter, he'd caught her looking at his crotch. It wasn't long before he came right out and offered to go down on her. She was shocked at first, but then reality set in-she was standing there wetting her pants just thinking about it, and she decided to accept his offer.
Pulling her dress back, she picked up a paper napkin off the kitchen table and delicately dabbed her crotch. The rough texture of the paper felt delicious. Spreading her cuntlips with her fingers, she sopped up the juice coating her gash. She'd been dressed and on her way out when the milkman had arrived, but now that would have to wait-she had something more pressing to worry about, something much more demanding. Thank God she had no hang-ups about playing with herself. She usually did it in the afternoon, locked up in the bedroom and flat out on the bed. Bringing herself off in the kitchen was something she hadn't done in a long time.
Opening the buttons down the front of her dress, she slipped it off her shoulders and unhooked her bra. She fluttered her fingers over her tits, dancing them over the heavy globes, scraping her nails across each nipple. Her tits had always been extremely sensitive. After the children were born, it became worse. A soft stroking of her nipples was usually enough to turn her on, and sometimes her w clothes did just that.
Lifting her tits with her hands, she looked down at them. The long nipples were out, swollen and hard, like two juice raspberries. My God, I'm like a bitch in heat, she thought, a bitch-dog without a stud to take care of her.
She opened her legs wide and mashed the heel of her palm against her cunt. It would be nice to have a mirror, have her legs open and watch herself in the act. She wondered how other women did it. Were they all using vibrators now? There ought to be a column in the newspaper-advice on how to get your jollies. Somehow the idea of putting a vibrator on her cunt seemed ridiculous, but maybe someday she'd try it, just to see what it was like.
Her cunt was dripping again, cuntjuice oozing out over her hand. She pushed two fingers into the brimming hole and slowly moved them in and out, stroking herself as though the fingers were a cock.
She used her free hand on her tits, sliding it from one heaving mound to the other, pulling and tugging at her nipples, teasing out the long, fleshy buds.
A soft moan escaped her lips as the familiar ache of tension loomed up in her belly.
Pushing against her cunt-mouth, she squeezed in a third finger and groaned at the sweet stretching of the steaming hole. She began humping her pelvis against her hand, squirming her ass on the seat of the chair as she finger-fucked her juice-filled cunt.
Suddenly, without warning, she felt her first climax, the spasm contracting her belly, her tits jiggling madly, she groaned through the last of it with her eyes closed and her thighs squeezing the thickness of her fingers.
With a soft, whimpering sound, she brought her fingers up to her face and sniffed her cuntjuice. She stared at the juice-coated fingers, at the glistening wetness smeared on her palm. Opening her trembling lips, she pushed her wet fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean.
* * *
At ten o'clock that evening, Helen sat beside her husband in the living room. As usual, Ralph had his hand on a can of beer and his eyes cemented to the television screen. Helen was still sexually restless. The masturbation in the morning had calmed her down for a few hours, but it hadn't been enough. She was due to have her period in a day or two, and it oc curred to her that maybe that was the reason she was so damned horny.
The children were upstairs in their rooms, hopefully asleep, and she decided she had to do something about getting Ralph into the bedroom. He hardly ever went to bed before midnight, and there was no way she could wait that long. In any case, by the time she crawled into bed at midnight, he'd be too tired to do anything except sleep.
She opened her robe, pulled it aside, and moved a hand down to her crotch.
Ralph finally shifted his eyes from the tube to her hand. He watched her fingers teasing the curls of her dark, thick bush.
"What the hell are you doing?" he said.
"I'm scratching myself," she said.
"Bullshit," he said. "It looks like you're doing more than that. Suppose one of the kids comes down?"
"They're asleep."
"Well, I'm not asleep," he said.
"So what?"
"You're jerking off."
Helen sighed. "Listen, Ralph, are you trying to tell me you never jerk off? If you say yes, I won't believe it."
"What the hell's got into you?" he said.
"You're acting crazy."
"I'm not acting crazy. I just need some attention."
Lifting a heavy breast with her hand, she offered him the nipple. "Oh, shit!" he said.
He looked down at her tits. Helen remember how he sometimes nursed at her tits for hours before they were married.
"Let's go to the bedroom," she whispered.
She moved closer to him, pressed her lips against his, and opened her mouth to extend her tongue. He flinched when she put a hand on his cock, squeezing him through the cloth of his pants. His cock was hard. Showing him her body hadn't been useless, after all. They continued to kiss, Helen mewling her approval, her hand stroking and fondling his cock.
Ralph finally pulled away. "Okay," he said. "I don't know what's got into you, but it's almost time to go to bed anyway. Come on."
It's better than nothing, she thought. Even if he was a clod when it came to sex, she still loved him.
When she stripped off her robe inside the bedroom, he filled his hands with the weight of her tits.
"Suck them, honey," she said.
Lowering his head, he took a nipple into his mouth. Helen crooned, and held his head with her hands. He sucked and chewed the long nipple until the heat began to seep up from her crotch. She kept her hand on his cock, rubbing him to keep him stiff enough to give her a satisfactory fuck. She hoped he wasn't too tired to give her a good workout. Ralph never did anything more than straight fucking in the missionary position, but tonight she was so desperate she'd settle for anything-as long as she got that cock of his reaming out her cunt.
She finally pulled away from him and stretched out on the bed. Opening her legs, she showed him her dense bush of cunt-hair split by her wet, drooping cuntlips.
"Come on, honey," she said. "Give it to me!"
Her eyes lowered, she watched him remove his clothes. His cock came out dangling, not as hard as it had been at the beginning, but still looking serviceable. When he climbed onto the bed, she took his meat in her hand, gently manipulating his foreskin and tickling the ridge behind the knob of his cockhead.
It's crazy, she thought, I almost have to beg to get a few ounces of meat shoved into my hole.
Then he mounted her, quickly found her cunt-hole with his cockhead, and pushed in. She sensed he was tired, or maybe he just wasn't interested any more. He'd give her a no-nonsense fuck and then roll off and start snoring. She'd be lucky if she got an orgasm out of it.
He pumped in and out, not slow enough to be tender, and not fast enough to be exciting. This was one of those times when she wanted to be fucked hard, but she was afraid that if she asked for it, he'd either get angry or come too quickly.
She began moving her hips, bucking her pelvis to meet his thrusts. It wasn't bad. They'd been doing it for ten years and she still liked the feel of his cock in her cunt.
Raising up her legs, she hooked them over his ass. He began fucking more vigorously, his balls bouncing against her ass cheeks.
"Ooooh, that's good!" she hissed. "Don't stop, just keep going!"
When she realized he was too close to get her off, she started to panic.
"Don't stop!" she cried. "Please, don't stop! Keep fucking me!"
It was too late. She could feel him tighten up, she heard the grunt in his throat. A moment later he let out a deep groan and shot his load into the steaming channel of her frustrated cunt. She bucked her hips in a frenzy up to the end, churning her cunt against his cock, grinding her crotch against his body.
When he rolled off, she held back the rage and the tears and lay there like a limp rag-doll. She could feel his thick, heavy load of jism seeping out of her cunt-hole. A week had passed since they'd last fucked and his balls had been full.
At least he doesn't have another woman, she thought. That was something, wasn't it? It might be something, but it wasn't good enough. She needed more, she needed some changes in her life.
CHAPTER TWO
Although Helen decided to radically alter her sex-life, more than a week passed before the first opportunity presented itself.
On a hot, humid afternoon, after two hours of downtown shopping, she decided to relax in the cocktail lounge at the Hotel Savoy on Main Street. There was a bit of nostalgia connected with the place. Years before, the Savoy Lounge had been a favorite with her friends. It was still decent enough, and a cool beer would suit her fine. She had no expectations of meeting anyone. All the old crowd was gone, either moved out of town or married and settled down. She smiled when she remembered how the underage kids could never pry more than a Coke out of the bartender.
Once inside the lounge, she sat down at the bar, ordered a beer, and relaxed. She'd hardly sipped the foam off the glass when she heard a voice beside her.
"It can't be anyone else except Helen Laird."
She turned. The voice belonged to a tall man with dark hair and a rugged chin. She stared at him a long moment, and then she recognized him.
"Bruce Dobbs!" she said. "My God, I haven't seen you since Finley High!"
A broad grin spread over his face. "You're looking good, Helen. In fact, you always looked good. I'm inviting myself to buy you a drink."
They exchanged old memories. They told stories about people they knew. At the end of an hour their knees were touching and they were holding hands. When he invited her to visit his bachelor apartment, where they could be more comfortable, she accepted without batting an eye. She'd made up her mind to improve her sex-life, and this was obviously an opportunity knocking at the door.
Inside his apartment, Bruce brought out a shaker filled with daiquiris. They relaxed on the sofa, and before long their mouths were together, their tongues tangling in a deep kiss.
"You're turning me on," he said.
He ran his fingertips over the front of her dress, outlining the contours of her breasts. Then his fingers closed over a full tit, fondling it until her nipple rose up long and hard.
She moved a hand down to his lap and found the bulge of his cock. She fingered the hard shaft and playfully squeezed his cockhead.
"Well, you're not lying about being turned on," she said. "Take it out."
"We hardly know each other," she teased.
"Don't be funny. Open my pants."
Pulling his zipper down, she scooped his cock out of his shorts and trousers. She stopped kissing him and looked down at his lap.
"You're big," she said. "I love big cocks."
The impulse to suck him was too strong to resist. Slipping to her knees on the rug in front of him, she pushed his thighs apart and lowered her mouth to his cock.
He groaned at the first touch of her wet lips sliding down over his cockhead. She lifted out his balls and jigged them as her lips sucked and slurped up and down on the plum-shaped knob. She finally pulled her mouth off his cock and looked up at him.
"Don't you have a bed in this damned place?"
He laughed and carried her to the bedroom. She undressed for him, thrilling at the glitter in his eyes as they raked over her body. Her skin tingled with anticipation. Oh, God, how she wanted it! She hoped he had enough stamina to fuck her through the floor. I hope he doesn't dawdle, she thought. If he dawdled, she'd certainly rape him.
Raping him turned out to be unnecessary. Within moments, he had her stretched out on the bed with legs open and his face covering her crotch.
She moaned, trembled, and pulled his head in to anchor his mouth tightly on her cunt. He slobbered and slurped until the pleasure of it brought shudders to her spine.
When he finally came up for air, his mouth coated with her cuntjuice, he looked up at her face with a twinkle in his eyes.
"You like that?"
"I love it," she moaned.
"You've got a sweet little pussy," he said. "I've been thinking about diving on it for hours. Open it up for me, show me the inside."
Moving her fingers down, she opened her cuntlips for him. The lewdness of what she was doing overwhelmed her. He leaned his face for ward and peered closely at the inside of her cunt. She trembled when she felt his hot breath on the open, dripping gash. All her self-consciousness vanished. She loved the idea of him staring right up her cunt-hole.
"Lots of juice in there," he said. "You're hot for it, aren't you?"
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "I can't stand it any more! Make me come! Suck me and make me come! Please!"
With a deep chuckle, he swooped down on her, extending his tongue, lapping up the froth of cuntjuice oozing out of her cunt-hole.
"Oh, God, I love it!" she hissed. "Don't stop! Please, don't stop!"
He lapped and slurped, and then he stiffened his tongue and whipped it over her clit, flicking it back and forth to tease the hot little button.
She opened her legs as wide as possible to give him all the room he needed. The sweet sensation of his tongue massaging her clit brought a series of groans to her throat. With each spasm of pleasure, she gushed out a heavy flow of creamy cuntjuice. She felt as if she'd been transformed into one yearning hole, a foaming, mindless cunt consumed with a need to be filled. He rubbed, teased, and tickled her clit, and then he finally moved down and rammed his tongue into the hot grip of her cunt-hole.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she groaned. "Oh, God, yes! Fuck me with your tongue! Fuck my cunt!"
She shivered at the wet sucking sounds made by his lips and tongue. He kept his mouth glued to her gaping cunt, probing the depths, massaging the flesh. Taking her hairy cuntlips in his fingers, he spread them open and began licking the pink flesh with the broad surface of his tongue, up and down, from the sensitive skin between her cunthole and asshole to the quivering red tip of her clit, and then back down the long, slimy groove.
She squealed when she felt the tip of his tongue tickling her asshole. Her body stiffened, her heart raced, as she waited breathlessly for his next move. His tongue circled the rim of her asshole, teasing the puckered mouth, and then suddenly his tongue was inside, wriggling into the rubbery hole.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" she groaned. "Oh, shit, that's delicious! Oh, yes! Oh, honey! Oooooooohhhhh!"
Then once more he wrapped his tongue around her clit, sucking it, flicking it back and forth, using his mouth to pull it out like a tiny nipple.
She gasped when she felt a fingertip on the ring of her asshole. She pushed out, opening the hole, inviting him in. He pressed his long, hard finger into the hot grip of her ass, screwed it around to loosen the muscle, and then began slowly pistoning the finger in and out. Then his thumb moved up to her cunthole, pushed in to the last knuckle, and she found herself being finger-fucked in both holes at the same time.
When he bent down again to take her clit between his lips and begin sucking on it, she went wild. Finger-fucked in her ass and cunt, her clit throbbing between his teeth, she groaned and shuddered through the spasms of her first come.
Halfway back from oblivion, she reached for him. "Fuck me!" she hissed. "Fuck me now!"
When he climbed up between her legs, she moaned at the sight of the drops of liquid leaking out of the head of his twitching cock. His hairy balls looked bloated, filled to bursting with hot jism.
He began teasing her, stroking his cockhead up and down between her wet, drooping cuntlips.
"How do you like it?" he said. "Slow or fast?"
"Don't tease!" she hissed. "Give it to me!"
He chuckled and held back. "Relax," he said. "It's better to take your time. Hold your cunt open, let me work on it a little with my cock."
She held open her cuntlips with her fingers, moaning as he slid his cockhead up and down the wet, meaty gash.
Dobbs was more than a little amazed at his luck. He'd seen her around town a few times, had recognized her as one of the girls he'd known in high school, but he hadn't remembered her name until she walked into the Savoy Lounge. He'd never had much success with married women, maybe because he came on too strong, but here she was, Helen Laird, now Helen Percy, stretched out on his bed and offering up her cunt to him.
She had a full-lipped, ripe-looking cunt, the ripeness of it went along well with the rest of her. She had full, heavy tits and big nipples. The areolas were now drawn up into bumps and ridges, and the nipples themselves were as thick and long as the end joint of a little finger.
"Fuck me!" she moaned.
This time he yielded. Positioning his cockhead in the socket of her cunt-hole, he slowly pushed into the warm, wet channel.
"Oh, God, that's good!" she said.
He began fucking her slowly, moving his thick cock in and out of the swampy cavern of her cunt. Helen found herself comparing the feel of his cock to that of her husband's. Maybe Bruce was a little thicker, but it didn't matter. What was important was that he knew how to fuck, knew how to tease her until her pussy was on fire. She clamped her legs high around his back and pounded her cunt up to follow his rhythm.
"Oh, shit, you feel great!" he hissed. The muscles in her cunt seemed to grip him in a vise, milking his cock. He slid his meat in and out, prodding and probing the drenched, buttery hole. She kept bucking her hips, meeting each thrust with one of her own, her body moving like a well-oiled machine.
"Yessss!" she hissed.
He began pumping harder, his cock moving in and out with an increased tempo. Her legs hooked around the backs of his thighs and she moaned with delight, her heavy tits jiggling, her ass squirming each time his balls slapped against her crotch.
He suddenly pulled out, moved away, and stood up beside the bed. She moaned at the abrupt absence of his cock.
"Sit up," he said.
She had no idea what he was up to, but when she sat up, he lifted his dripping, cunt juice-coated cock with his hand and pushed his fat, swollen cockhead into her gaping mouth.
The sudden taste of her own cuntjuice brought a muffled groan to her throat. She pulled her mouth off him and began licking his cock, slowly stroking the loose foreskin with her fingers. She buried her nose in his cockhair, sniffing the musky smell of him. Moving her mouth down, she lapped his balls, tonguing first one and then the other, her teeth gently nibbling the wrinkled skin of the sac. Then her lips slid up to his cock again, riding over the rigid column of meat, rubbing over the smooth, fat knob of his cockhead.
"Oh, yeah, that's good!" he hissed.
Working over his cockhead, she swirled her tongue over the tight, velvety skin, licking the tip and the sensitive skin on the underside. She ran her tongue-tip along the ridge of cockhead and into the groove behind it. Opening her mouth, forming a ring with her lips, she sucked in the knob as though it were a ripe, juicy plum.
She began bobbing her head up and down, fucking him with her mouth, one hand jiggling his balls, the other sliding around his hip to clutch an ass cheek.
He finally groaned and pulled his cock away from her face. "Kneel on the bed," he said. "Show me your ass."
"Oh, God, no!" she whimpered.
When he saw the frightened look in her eyes, he chuckled. "Don't worry," he said. "I don't go in the backdoor unless I'm invited."
She turned on the bed and pointed her ass in his direction. The animal-like position sent a shudder of lust through her body.
His eyes glittering, Dobbs looked down at the full beard of her cunt pouting between the tops of her thighs. Splaying out his hands over the moons of her ass, he pried the cheeks apart and studied the tight ring of her asshole.
"You promised!" she wailed.
"Take it easy," he laughed. "I'm just looking at it."
"Fuck me! she cried. "I can't wait any more!"
Closing his fist around the shaft of his cock, he wedged his cockhead into the sopping mouth of her cunt. With a short grunt, he pushed his hips forward, sinking his cock deep into the waiting hole.
His hands sliding over her body, he stroked his turgid fuck-meat in and out of her steaming channel. She rested her head and shoulders on the mattress, arching her back, raising up her ass and rotating her hips.
"I love it!" she moaned. "Fuck me hard!"
He began riding her ass with deep, hard strokes, his pelvis jamming against her bouncing ass, his cock pile-driving in and out of the hot grip of her cunt.
When he reached his fingers down to massage her clit, she wailed from the pleasure of it.
When he slipped the thumb of his other hand up to the ring of her asshole and pushed it in, she cried out and began bucking her ass in a frenzy.
She went over the top, shuddering and quaking, her ass grinding away at his cock.
The spastic contractions of her steaming cunt soon brought Dobbs past the point of no return. He began shooting his load, pumping powerful spurts of hot jism into the drenched cunt milking his cock.
Reaching back her hand, Helen squeezed his balls, vented a final moan, and collapsed on the bed.
CHAPTER THREE
A few days after the escapade with Bruce Dobbs, Helen found herself telling her friend, Nancy Hilliard, about it. They were sunbathing behind Nancy's house. Nancy wore a skimpy bikini, and Helen had on a halter top and shorts. The heat of the afternoon sun combined with the effects of a daiquiri to turn Helen's thoughts toward sex, and during a moment of silence, she came right out and told Nancy about Bruce.
Nancy was a long-legged blonde with children at the same school as Helen's, and they'd been friends long enough to be frank about their private lives. At least that's what Helen thought. She'd always considered Nancy to be a little on the conservative side when it came to sex, and she expected the blonde to be shocked about her fling with Bruce Dobbs.
Nancy wasn't shocked at all. She simply smiled and raised an eyebrow. "It's about time," she said.
Caught off guard, Helen laughed. "What does that mean?"
"It means I think it's just what you need, honey. A little extracurricular activity is always good medicine."
"I had no idea my problem was that obvious," Helen said softly. Then she added, "Does that mean you...?"
Nancy tossed a wry smile. "Both ways, honey."
"Both ways? I don't understand."
The blonde sighed. "I never thought I'd tell you this, because I don't want to hurt our friendship. I swing both ways, honey, men and women. I always have and I always will. Frank's always known about it, and so far things have worked out."
"Oh, Jesus," Helen said.
Nancy smiled. "Relax, Helen. I'm not a lesbian, you know. I like a good strong fucking by a man who knows what he's doing. The difference is that I also respond to women. Most women do, at least in fantasy. I prefer reality, that's all. Don't deny you've thought about making it with a woman at some time or other."
Helen was silent a long moment. "I'm not sure how to react," she said.
"Are we still friends?" The blonde rose, stretched like a cat, and looked down at Helen.
"Of course."
"Then don't worry about how to react," Nancy said. She studied Helen's face and turned up her lips in a quiet smile. "You're curious, aren't you? You'd like to know what it's like, but you're afraid to find out. I know, honey, I've been there before." Then her voice dropped to almost a whisper. "I can't tell you what it's like, but I can show you." She abruptly turned and walked back to the house.
Helen sat there on the lounge chair confronting her confusion. She could either follow Nancy into the house or go home and hope it was somehow all a dream. It's not a dream, she thought, it's reality. She knew the answers to all the questions in her mind. Yes, she was curious; yes, she'd had fantasies about women; yes, Nancy Hilliard could turn her on. Rising, she emptied her glass and strolled into the house.
I feel like a virgin on a first date, she thought. It's crazy.
Crazy or not, she made sure to lock the patio door behind her. She found Nancy in the kitchen mixing fresh daiquiris. The blonde put the shaker down when Helen walked in. They stood there looking at each other a long moment, and then Nancy suddenly moved into Helen's arms.
"I've been dreaming about this for years," Nancy hissed. "I'm going to send you over the moon!"
Their mouths fused. Their lips opened. Their tongues tangled together in a frenzy.
Helen was shy at first about kissing another woman, but she soon realized how much it turned her on. They played with each other's tongues, pushing and probing in a delicious dance. Nancy moved her hands down over Helen's hips to squeeze and fondle the brunette's ass cheeks. When Helen moaned, Nancy pulled her mouth away and hissed: "Let me look at you!"
Her hands fluttering, she helped Helen untie her halter top.
"Oh, God, I love your tits!" Nancy groaned.
She began caressing Helen's breasts, molding them with her hands, running her fingertips over the swollen, milk-white globes. Helen closed her eyes, thrilling to the sensitive touch of the other woman's hands. Curving her shoulders forward, she eagerly dropped the weight of her tits into Nancy's palms.
Her eyes glittering, Nancy jiggled the heavy breasts with her fingertips. "I've always had a thing about big tits," the blonde said. "Maybe it's because mine are small. Whatever the reason, these luscious tits of yours drive me wild!"
Helen looked down at the hands working over her tits. They were slender, feminine hands, but they no longer seemed strange. It was almost as if she had her own hands on her breasts, but of course the touch was different and much more exciting.
Without any warning, Nancy swooped her mouth down to suck on a long thick nipple. Helen gasped at the exquisite sensation as the blonde began gently biting and chewing on her tit. When Nancy finally pulled her mouth away, the nipple stuck out like a fat raspberry-swollen and wet with saliva.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Nancy whispered.
Her naked breasts bobbing and swaying, Helen moved out of the kitchen ahead of Nancy. It all seemed unreal again, and she felt as if she were walking in a dream. Inside the bedroom, she stretched out on the bed and turned to look at the blonde.
Nancy quickly slipped out of her bikini. Perfect pink nipples capped her pear-shaped tits. The blonde bush at her crotch had been trimmed into a neat triangle. Helen found herself tantalized by the blonde's girlish body.
A moment later Nancy was on the bed, helping Helen peel off her shorts. When the brunette's dark, thick bush of cunthair came into view, Nancy crooned with delight. She tickled her fingers through the curls, and then moved her hands up to tease Helen's nipples. Then the hands were fluttering down again, this time to fold back Helen's legs and pry them apart.
"Let me look at your cunt," Nancy said.
Helen blushed. She opened her thighs wide, exposing her crotch to Nancy's gaze. Then, inspired by a sudden wave of lust, she moved her fingers down and pulled open her cuntlips.
Nancy hissed. "Oh, shit, what a cunt! Look how wet you are! It's marvelous!"
Helen shivered. She stared hungrily at the jiggling of the blonde's girlish breasts. When Nancy caught the look, she smiled, leaned over Helen's face, and dropped a pink nipple against Helen's lips.
"Suck it, honey!" Nancy said. "I love having them sucked. It really turns me on."
Extending her tongue, Helen hesitantly swirled it over the turgid nipple.
Oh, Christ! she thought, I'm licking another woman's tit and I love it!
With a soft moan, she opened her mouth and filled it with Nancy's hanging tit.
Moments later they were together in a heated embrace, their bodies fused, their legs entwined. Their cunts were drenched, cuntlips swollen and dripping with juice. Throwing her leg across Nancy's body, Helen pressed her cunt into the blonde's crotch. She instinctively began grinding her cuntlips against Nancy's pussy, searching for the proper rhythm to maximize the stimulation of her clit.
Nancy finally giggled and pulled away. "Christ, you're hot!" the blonde said. "Let me bring you off, just a quick one before you go completely crazy!"
Kneeling between Helen's legs, Nancy extended a hand and touched the brunette's cuntlips. Helen moaned at the first contact with her steaming cunt. She pushed up her pelvis, urging Nancy to continue.
"Easy, honey!" Nancy hissed. "Just lie still and let me do the work."
"Please!" Helen moaned. "Do something! I can't stand it any more!"
Her eyes gleaming, her lips pulled back in a smile of triumph, Nancy placed a fingertip on the hard bud of Helen's clit.
The brunette hissed and squirmed at the contact.
Nancy stroked the shaft of the quivering button, at times teasing back the hood to expose the pink-red clit. She slid her finger down to the slightly gaping cunt-mouth now brimming with juice. It was a luscious cunt, meaty and hairy and gorgeously wet. She slipped a finger inside the cunt-hole, then another finger, then a third, bunching up her fingers, stretching the elastic rim of the palpitating cunt.
She began moving her fingers in and out, slowly finger-fucking Helen's steaming hole with a screwing piston-like motion, her thumb moving up to deftly massage the shaft of the throbbing clit.
"Oh, yes!' Helen groaned. "Do it to me, fuck me, fuck me with your hand!"
Helen's dark, fruity nipples puckered out toward Nancy's mouth. The blonde leaned over and lapped at the areola and nipple of each tit with an agile tongue.
"Please!" Helen moaned. She shuddered at the intense sensation bolting up from her crotch to spread over her body like a warm blanket. Her skin tingled, her heart beat wildly, her breath rasped with excitement. It was all so different than being with a man. Nancy's touch was expert and exquisite. She knew where and how and when to use her fingers. The bold presence of another woman's hand inside her cunt thrilled Helen to the core.
"I think I'm going to come!" Helen hissed.
Nancy fixed her eyes on the yawning cunt, on the juices sloshing out over her pistoning fingers. "Come, baby!" she said. "Come for me!"
"Ooooooohhhh! Oh, my God!"
Trumpeting her orgasm, the long wail broke out of Helen's throat as the spasms contorted her face and body.
Her cries tapered off slowly as Nancy continued caressing her drenched cunt with a gentle motion of her hand. She finally opened her eyes and looked at the the blonde's face.
"Good?" Nancy said. Helen blushed and smiled. "Delicious."
"You can sleep for awhile, if you want."
"No," Helen protested. "I don't want to sleep."
Nancy smiled. Her fingers were still inside Helen's cunt, and now she began churning the hot tunnel again, her thumb stroking the quivering clit to renewed hardness. With a soft moan of surprise, Helen realized she was climbing up again, her body beginning its preparation for another orgasm. She squirmed her ass to encourage Nancy.
"This time I'll suck you," Nancy whispered. "Would you like that?"
Helen moaned. "Oh, yes!" She pulled back her knees, opened them wide to offer herself. The idea of having Nancy's pretty face mashed against her slimy cunt was almost enough to make her come. "Suck me!" she hissed. "Eat my pussy!"
A moment later Nancy swooped down, dragging a trail of wet kisses along the inside of Helen's thigh, running her tongue over the swollen cuntlips to tease the rim of the juice-filled cunt-hole. She parted the hairy cuntlips with her fingers and peered at the glistening pink meat. Helen's thick, stiff clit poked its swollen head out of the juice-coated hood. Sliding her fingers down, she moved them between the brunette's full, plump ass cheeks, down to the tight, puckered asshole with its charming border of fine, dark hair. She pressed one slippery finger against the entrance and gently pushed it in.
Helen closed her eyes and moaned. "Oh, God, yes, I love that!"
Nancy moved her finger slowly in and out, and soon Helen's asshole relaxed and opened. Clenching her teeth, her eyes glued to Helen's crotch, the blonde carefully inserted a second finger into the hot grip of her friend's shithole.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" Helen groaned. "Suck me now, please suck me!"
Her cheeks flushed, her eyes glittering, Nancy lowered her face to sniff the warm, thick cunt-smell. Opening her mouth, she came down directly on Helen's clit and closed her wet lips over it.
Helen lurched. "Oh, shit, that's good! Suck me! Suck my clit!"
Her head filled with the aroma of dripping cunt, her fingers gripped tightly by Helen's asshole, Nancy began sucking at the slimy cunt-nipple.
Helen groaned and wailed, bobbing her cunt against Nancy's mouth, clutching the blonde's shoulders, her thighs pressing against Nancy'-s cheeks. Suddenly, without any warning, she pushed Nancy away and rolled the blonde over on her back.
"Oh, Jesus!" Nancy cried. "What are you doing?"
Venting a soft laugh, Helen straddled over her friend's chest and moved her crotch up to cover Nancy's face.
"Suck it!" Helen hissed. "Eat my cunt! Suck it all out!"
Holding up her heavy tits with her hands, she began grinding her cunt against the blonde's face.
Nancy's hands moved around to clutch at Helen's ass, and once again she slid two fingers into Helen's asshole.
The double stimulation of cunt and ass soon had Helen moaning and gurgling with lust. She began rocking her hips in a frenzy, pulling and twisting her swollen nipples with her fingers.
When Helen's orgasm finally arrived, it was definitely the most shattering climax she'd ever experienced. She bucked and thrashed and finally fell over in a convulsing heap.
This time Helen remained immobilized several minutes, until a shaking motion of the bed brought her back to reality. She opened her eyes and found Nancy lying beside her, masturbating.
"Oh, God!" Helen moaned. "I'm sorry, baby. We haven't done anything about you, have we?"
Her eyes glazed with her approaching orgasm, Nancy turned her head and smiled. "I'll take a rain check," she said. "Right now I'm doing fine. I'm going to come rockets in about two seconds. Oh, shit, here it is!"
Her eyes glittering with fascination, Helen watched the blonde's fingers churning her cunt to a froth in the throes of a moaning, grinding climax.
When it was over, they cuddled in each other's arms and gently kissed.
CHAPTER FOUR
During the days that followed, remorse, what little there was of it, vanished quickly. As far as Helen was concerned, the most important thing was that her libido was being reactivated. She was becoming a full-blooded woman again, a woman with breasts and pussy and ass, a woman with a passion for fucking.
Bruce Dobbs was out of town on business, but she didn't care. She knew there would be others. Nancy would certainly be available whenever Helen was in the mood, but her primary interest was men-virile men who knew how to fuck. She had no interest in teenage boys, until one afternoon a kid named Rich walked into her life.
He was a tall boy with muscles and freckles and curly hair. She first saw him standing at a junction on Route 20 as she was driving alone back to town. He had his thumb out, begging for a ride like a lost puppy. She decided he looked safe enough and she pulled up the car on the side of the road. A moment later she had a good-looking, sweaty young male on the seat beside her. It took no more than five minutes before she felt the first signs of wetness in her crotch.
Jesus Christ, she thought, I'm impossible!
She had her light summer dress pulled back on her thighs to give her freedom to drive, and she could feel his eyes on her knees and belly and tits. She blushed inwardly at the idea that he might be able to smell the cuntjuice wetting her panties.
"What's your name?" she said.
"Rick Anderson," he replied. "And you're Helen Percy."
"How did you know that?"
"I'm Nancy Hilliard's nephew," he said. "I met you a couple of years ago at her house."
"I don't remember," she said.
She invited him home, mumbling something about cold chicken and beer, her heart pounding at the expectation of refusal. There was no refusal. He accepted as if the most natural thing in the world was to be invited to the house of a thirty-five-year-old married woman. Maybe it happened to him every day. She didn't care.
She also didn't care about the neighbors, as she walked with him into the house. Damn them all, she thought, I've got my own life to live.
She brought out cold chicken and beer in the kitchen, replaced her dress with a halter top and shorts, and sat with him talking about his love life. The more she talked, the more turned on she became. His eyes kept roaming back and forth between her tits and legs. When he rose to wash his hands at the sink, he had an obvious hard-on tenting the front of his cutoffs.
"Oh, my," she said. "Is that all for me?" She laughed when he blushed and turned away. "What are you hiding there?" she said. "Come on over here and show it to me."
The look in his eyes told her he thought she was crazy. She didn't care. He came over to stand in front of her, his cheeks flushed, his eyes wide, his cock bulging against the material of his pants.
"Oh, Jesus, look at it!" she said. "You're as hard as a crowbar."
She ran her fingertips over the outline of his cockhead, feeling its heat, shivering at her own excitement.
"I hope it's me that turned you on," she said.
"I-I'm sorry," he stammered. "I...."
"Don't be," she said, "I'm flattered." She squeezed and fondled the outline of his cock, enjoying his confused excitement, smiling at the way his cock twitched under her fingers. Finally leaning back, her narrowed eyes fixed on his crotch, she ran her fingers over the cloth covering her breasts. "Take it out," she said.
"What?"
"Take it out, lover. Show it to me."
She untied her halter, teasing him by holding up the material to cover her tits. His hand fumbled with his zipper, pulled it down, slipped inside to scoop out his turgid cock. She dropped the halter and raised up her tits with her palms.
"Oh, Jesus!" he hissed.
"Nice?"
"Yeah," he said. "Oh, yeah!"
She feasted her eyes on his cockhead, on the blushing pink color, on the vertical slit now gaping and wet.
"It's a lovely cock," she said. He gasped when she put her hand on it. She ran her fingertips over the velvety cockhead, shivering when it pulsed and throbbed under her touch. She pushed his hand away and looked at the while column of his cock-shaft. When he moved his hand forward to fondle one of her heavy tits, she murmured her approval.
"That's nice!" she hissed. She pushed the hanging tit into his hand as she squeezed and milked his cock.
Suddenly groaning, squeezing her tit, doubling over and bucking his hips, he clenched his teeth and erupted long, thin geysers of white jism out of his bloated cockhead. She used her hand to milk him, pumping him hard and fast.
"That's it!" she hissed. "Let it go! Don't stop! Oh, shit, it's lovely when it comes out!"
Moaning, his eyes closed, he looked as if he were about to faint. As the jets of jism grew less powerful, he wilted, sighed, and grunted. Helen bit her lip with excitement. The most marvelous thing of all was that he stayed hard. He had jism all over himself, on his shirt and pants, all over his cock and drooling down over her hand. She kept on milking his cock, more slowly now, coaxing the last of his load out of his balls.
"I'm sorry," he said.
Helen laughed. "Don't be silly," she said. She rubbed the slick wet jism over the skin of his trembling cock, squeezing his flesh, milking the slippery length through her fingers. "You couldn't help it," she said. "You were too hot."
"But I thought you wanted to...."
She cradled his balls, rolling them around with her fingers. Then she moved her thumb over the drooling head of his cock and smiled when he jerked and squirmed.
"Just relax," she said. "Let me do everything."
With a sudden motion, she leaned forward and closed her mouth over his cock. He gave a surprised grunt, his body lurching, and she had to hold him still with her hands on his waist until he settled down. His cock throbbed and trembled as she began working her lips over the pulsing knob. She slowly and gently bobbed her head back and forth, maintaining friction with her lips.
"Oh, Jesus!" he moaned.
Using her tongue and lips, she covered his cock with saliva. She sensed he would come soon. Increasing her efforts, she began rhythmically pumping him with her mouth, her head bobbing, her throat muscles gulping spasmodically until her neck ached from the strain. She could feel her own excitement growing, her cunt dripping as it churned out her juices.
Then he came, and the force of it almost blew the back of her head off. The jism spurted out of his cock, jets of hot sticky fluid filling and burning her mouth and throat. She worked frantically to swallow all of it, but some of it escaped to dribble down her chin. Squeezing his cock with her hands, she milked it and continued to suck with her mouth, pulling out his jism, mewling at the way his body shuddered and twisted. When she moved up her hand to jiggle his balls, the last of his load spurted into her convulsing throat.
Sitting back, she looked up at his exhausted face. There was no need to ask if he'd enjoyed it. The intensity of his pleasure was obvious.
Now, after two orgasms, his cock was limp, but she knew that a boy his age had a phenomenal virility. Rising up from her chair, she patted his cheek and smiled.
"Follow me," she said.
Moving out of the kitchen, walking across the hall and up the stairs to her bedroom, she was conscious of his eyes on her back, on the swelling cheeks of her ass still covered by her shorts. Her nipples tingled, and her breasts jiggled and swayed like two ripe melons.
Inside the bedroom, she stripped off her shorts, and then led him into the bathroom and told him to undress. When she caught him ogling her body, now completely naked for the first time, she chuckled. She ran her fingers down below her belly to fluff through her bush of cunthair.
"Do you like my body?"
"I sure do," he said.
"You've hardly touched me, but you can do it in the shower. You don't mind taking a shower with me, do you? I need one badly, and you might as well join me."
He didn't mind at all. Her eyes feasted on his young, supple-looking body. His boyish limp cock began to thicken and extend itself, the fat cockhead already swelling.
They stepped into the shower. She turned on the water and adjusted the temperature.
"Turn around, honey," she said. "I'll do your back."
A wave of lust rose through her body when he turned and showed her his ass. Years had passed since she'd had a man in a shower with her. The nearness of the boy's body made her shiver with excitement.
She began soaping his back, working up a lather over the smooth muscles. Before long she had her hands down on his ass, her fingers moving underneath to probe his balls. She ran her thumb over his asshole, circled the puckered ring, and finally pushed into the tight hole up to the first knuckle. He gave out a short grunt and lurched forward, but she kept her finger in place and laughed softly. A moment later she pulled out her thumb and playfully pinched his ass.
"Now you can do my back," she said.
He turned around and looked her up and down with a hungry gleam in his eyes. "Jesus, you're really something!" he hissed.
She smiled. She swiveled and offered him her back. He began at her shoulders, and then moved his hands down in steadily lowering circles until he had the soap on the cheeks of her ass. She enjoyed the feel of his hands. He was a strong kid and his hands were firm despite the fact that he was nervous. She laughed when she realized he was too timid to push his fingers into the crack of her ass. She turned to face him, nudging him with the points of her tits.
"Now we do the front," she said.
She began to work him over, soaping his hairless chest, then working down over his flat, hard belly. His cock was almost up to a full erection. She gazed down at it and smiled. She lathered up his stomach, and then moved her hands down to do his cock and balls. When she realized how close he was to shooting off again, she pulled her hands away and handed him the soap.
"Do my pussy," she said.
His eyes glittering, he moved the soap down over her belly to the bush of her cunthair. She moved her legs apart to give him room, and in a moment his fingers were on her cuntlips. He stroked and tickled and finally pried the lips open to probe her cunt-hole. She bucked against his hand with a slow, sensuous rhythm, and then pulled away.
"Enough," she said. "Let's get out of here and get on the bed."
Out of the shower, they hastily dried off and walked into the bedroom. Helen stretched out on the bed with her knees up and her thighs wide. Holding out her arms, she drew him down, took his cock in her hand, and set his cockhead into the socket of her cunt. With an upward lurch of her hips, her hands on his ass, she captured his cock and pulled the length of it into her steaming channel.
He gasped at the first stroke. For a moment they just lay there, his cock swelling and throbbing in her juice-filled cunt. She moved her hands over his body, fondling his muscles, delighting in the feel of his youthful flesh.
He began moving with long, slow thrusts. She kept her hands on his ass, pulling him in with each stroke, moaning in his ear.
"Oh, baby!" she said. "Oh, God, yes!"
The tempo increased and he began pumping more vigorously, his cock ramming into her cunt. She ground her hips in response, slapping his belly with her own, matching his feverish rhythm, delighting in the grunts of ecstasy escaping from his lips. A wave of heat spread up from her crotch to warm her entire body. Her cunt was flooded with juice, gobs of it sloshing out to coat his cock and drip down to her ass. Raising her knees, she folded them back to make a cushion for his hips, nuzzling him in the saddle of her crotch.
"Let me get on top," she hissed. "Let me do the work."
He pulled his cock out of her steaming cunt and rolled over on his back. She knelt over him, relishing the look of him, the youth and strength of his body. Taking his cock in her hand, she pulled and squeezed it, smearing the remnants of her cuntjuice over the velvety skin. The feel of his fuck-meat throbbing impatiently in her hand was delicious.
Then she moved forward, straddling him, centering his rigid cock on her dripping slit. She teased her cuntlips with his swollen cockhead, spreading them apart, opening the flesh of her hungry gash. With a soft moan, she squatted down and impaled her dripping, quivering cunt on his turgid meat.
"Oh, shit!" he grunted.
She could feel her cuntjuice being churned by the fat head of his cock. Her eyes closed, her head thrown back, she squatted on him and focused on the pleasure washing over her body. She began fucking him, grinding her hips with an increasingly frenetic rhythm, her heavy tits rolling like cantaloupes, her eyes glittering with triumph.
He reached out and grabbed her ass cheeks, kneading the firm, resilient flesh, helping her pump up and down on his cock.
He vented a deep grunt and his body suddenly stiffened. She felt his load shoot into her cunt, spurt after spurt splattering the walls of her tunnel. Crying out, she clamped her cunt muscles down on his throbbing cockhead and groaned through her own shuddering release.
She rolled over at the end, shivering at the feel of his wet jism leaking out of her cunt.
"Oh, God, that was wonderful!" she moaned.
When she opened her eyes, she saw him sitting up on the bed and gazing down on her body. She smiled. She extended a hand and touched his juice-coated cock.
"Wash up," she said. "You've got me all over you."
"I don't care."
She smiled again. "Did you have a good time?"
"Yeah."
"So did I, honey," she said. "So did I."
CHAPTER FIVE
"Thorpe's Hardware," Ralph said. "You're going downtown anyway, honey, you might as well stop in and take care of it. Just ask for Lester Thorpe, the guy who owns the place. Tell him about the lock and he'll send someone out to take care of it."
Helen sighed as Ralph kissed her goodbye and left for work. She didn't mind taking care of the backdoor lock. The problem was she had a date with Bruce Dobbs and she hadn't really intended to go downtown. She called Bruce at his office, left a message for him canceling their date, and made herself another cup of coffee.
This thing with Bruce is too dangerous, she thought. But there she was sitting in the kitchen regretting the cancelled date. She'd been looking forward to a few hours of fun and games, and now she had nothing on the agenda to quiet her down. God, how she needed it! Maybe she was turning into a sex-freak, a nymphomaniac, one of those crazy women who could never get enough.
Rising up suddenly, she hurried Out of the kitchen to the upstairs bedroom. Stripping off her tank top, she feverishly ran her hands over her tits, her finger plucking at the turgid nipples. She sat down on the bed, peeled off the tight jeans, and tossed them onto a nearby chair. Kicking off her sandals, she stood up to remove her nylon panties. Her hands came up her thighs to rub the mound of her cunt.
Now she threw herself down on the bed, grinding her body against the mattress, her tits flattening as she rolled and squirmed. She felt a rising tide of pleasure spreading up from her cunt as her crotch found the bunched up bedsheet. She humped against it, pressing open her cuntlips, wriggling from side to side. Unable to stand the mounting tension, she flipped over onto her back, opened her legs wide, and moved a hand down to the steaming, wet gulch of her cunt.
She pushed two fingers deep into the grip of her cunt-hole, churned her juices, and used her thumb to massage her swollen clit.
The orgasm, when it arrived, was weak and useless. I need fucking, she thought, I can't take it any more.
Leaving the bed, she pulled some clothes out of the closet and started dressing. By the time she had her make-up on, the tension in her pussy had settled down to something bearable. She tried keeping her mind occupied with the trivia of housekeeping. Maybe she'd go shopping after taking care of the lock at the hardware store. Maybe something would turn up to make the afternoon interesting.
Driving the Chevy downtown, she finally chuckled at all the fuss she was making.
It could be worse, she thought. She was still young and attractive enough to get a man's attention, to get that special look of lust in a man's eyes. By the time she pulled up at the hardware store, her spirits were up again and she felt fine.
She pranced into the store with her high heels clicking on the wooden floor.
"Lester Thorpe," she said.
A tall man with beady eyes and a thin smile looked her up and down. "I'm Lester Thorpe," he said.
"My husband thought you might be able to come out to our house today to fix the lock on our back door. I'm Helen Percy."
The smile broadened. "Sure, Mrs. Percy, I know your husband. I can be out there at two o'clock. How's that?"
"Fine," she said. His eyes were on her breasts. She pulled her shoulders back to tighten the front of her blouse over her tits. The gleam of lust in his eyes brought a quiver to her pussy. She gave him the address, turned to walk out, and threw him a coy look over her shoulder.
"I'll be expecting you," she said.
Now his eyes were on the full globes of her ass. "I'll be there," he said. "Two o'clock sharp. Lester Thorpe is dependable."
She walked away feeling as if the cheeks of her ass were naked, as if Lester Thorpe knew exactly what she looked like without clothes.
She had less than an hour until two o'clock, and she decided to return home. One look from a man and I roll over, she thought. Well why not? Lester Thorpe looked at least as competent as Bruce Dobbs and she had a sopping wet cunt waiting to be filled.
Inside the house, she stripped off her clothes, climbed into a bikini, and stretched out on the back lawn to get some sun. The sunbathing, of course, was nothing more than an excuse for the bikini. She smeared suntan lotion on her legs and thighs and arms, and then she lay back and turned her face up to the sky.
Thorpe arrived promptly at two o'clock and set to work changing the lock on the back door off the kitchen. Helen busied herself at the sink.
"How about some coffee?" she said.
Thorpe rose up and flashed a smile. "I wouldn't mind at all," he said. His eyes raked over her belly and tits before moving up to her face. She stood there a moment, letting him have a good look, and then she turned to the stove and offered him the rear view. She could feel the sudden racing of her heart, the warmth in her belly, the stiffening of her nipples as her breasts swelled. Handing him a full cup of coffee, she smiled at him over the rim of her own.
"Thanks," he said.
She boldly glanced down at the front of his trousers, her eyes narrowing with speculation, her tongue flicking out to moisten her full lips.
"Your husband's a lucky man," he said.
Helen shivered. "How come?"
"You know what I mean," Thorpe chuckled. "Whatever that outfit you've got on is hiding, which isn't much, looks first class."
"I hope you don't mind my being dressed this way," she said. "It's too hot to wear clothes."
"I don't mind at all, not when there's something to look at."
He fixed his eyes on her tits, his gaze devouring the full thrust of the globes under the skimpy top. After a long moment, his eyes rose up and locked with hers.
This is it, she thought. With no more than a slight lifting of an eye-brow, she reached back, unsnapped the top covering her tits, and tossed it on a chair. She straightened up, her tits swollen and thrusting forward, her dark nipples long and thick. With an almost imperceptible shudder, she raised her hands, lifted her tits and offered them to Thorpe.
"Christ, what a pair of jugs!" he hissed.
He put one hand on her shoulder, his fingers running over her skin to feel the soft warmth of her flesh. Then his hand moved down to cover the firmness of a heavy tit, his palm pressing the turgid nipple.
Her eyes lowered, Helen watched the hand that held her breast. She winced when his fingers pinched and tugged the rubbery nipple.
"That's a classy tit," he said.
She smiled. "You like them big?"
"Sure, why not?" he said. "A woman with big tits is usually a good fuck."
Once again his hands captured the full globes of firm tit-flesh and began massaging them, pinching the hard nipples between his fingers, squeezing them until they jutted out like rigid spikes.
Her eyes narrowed, she moaned at the pleasure produced by his touch. The force and vigor in his hands thrilled her to the core, bringing a quiver of lust and anticipation to her pussy.
Feasting his eyes on her tits, he suddenly lowered is head and pressed his face against the warm flesh. His mouth opened, closed again over a long nipple, and he began sucking and tonguing the sensitive tit.
"Let's go to the bedroom," she said. "I'd like to get comfortable." She extended a hand to touch the outline of his cock, her fingers tightening around it through the cloth of his pants.
He followed her to the bedroom, his hungry eyes devouring her body. She peeled off her bikini bottom and watched him undress. The first appearance of his meaty swollen cock brought a shudder to her spine. He stretched out on the bed and she leaned over him, sniffing at his cock, delicately kissing it, her tongue swirling over the fat cockhead. She smiled when the touch of her mouth caused his throbbing meat to quiver.
Reaching up, Thorpe grabbed her naked tits, pushing them together, tightening his grip until she winced.
"Easy!" she said. "They're sensitive!"
If he gave a damn, there was no way to know it. He ran his fingers through her hair, and pulled her head down until her hanging tits were brushing across his thighs.
With a soft laugh, she closed her mouth over his cock, working her lips on his cockhead, her face slowly bobbing up and down. The touch of her tongue on the underside of his shaft made him groan with pleasure.
His hips lurched as he tried to push his cock into her mouth. Teasing him, she nibbled and tongued the knob, occasionally closing her mouth over it and sucking vigorously. She finally pulled away, rolled over on her back, and opened her legs.
"Suck me!" she hissed. "Suck my pussy!"
Climbing between her legs with a snort of lust, he jammed his face against her cunt.
"Eat it!" she groaned. "Eat me out!"
He teased her by first running the flat of his tongue over the silky insides of her thighs. She could feel his hot breath working up toward her pussy, as the bristles on his jaw scratched her sensitive skin.
"Come on, kiss it!" she hissed.
He lapped his tongue over the pulsing pink bud of her clitoris, tickling and probing, then running his tongue down to diddle her cunthole. She suddenly pushed his head away, turned over on her hands and knees, and looked back at him with glittering eyes.
"Kiss my ass!" she said. "Kiss it, lover!"
Grunting his approval, he leaned forward to plant a trail of wet kisses on the quivering white cheeks of her ass.
Spreading her legs, she lowered her head and shoulders to the mattress, swayed her hips from side to side, and shivered at the warm touch of his tongue. She could feel his suctioning lips moving into the crack of her ass, pressing between the quivering white cheeks.
Then his lips were suddenly on her asshole, his tongue lapping over the wrinkled ring of muscle, and finally pushing into the hot grip of the sphincter.
She squealed, shivering in response to the sucking and tonguing of her shit-hole. He held onto her hips with both hands and planted a series of noisy, slurping kisses on the brown hole. Helen gasped and snapped her hips back, pushing her ass against his face. The exquisite sensation of his tongue stretching her tight asshole was overwhelming. She began mewling and groaning, climbing up to an orgasm. Reaching back with both hands, she pried open her ass cheeks to his mouth and shuddered through a final spasm.
She finally turned over on her back and opened her legs to him. In a moment he had his thick cock driving into the sopping wet depths of her cunt. She groaned at the first pile-driving stroke and wrapped her arms around his back, raking his skin with her fingernails.
He fucked with a pile-driving tempo, his fat cock reaming out the soft tissues of her cunt. She began grunting, aching with lust, mewling at the way he filled her with his hard fuck-meat.
Hardware, she thought, this is the real hardware. He comes to change a lock and reams me out instead.
When he moved his hands up to clutch her tits, she began bucking against his cock.
"Fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck me hard!"
Once again she began moving up to a climax, her cunt quivering spasmodically, her ass squirming, her legs trembling.
He pistoned in and out, driving deep, his balls slapping against her ass, carrying her up to the peak. He suddenly pulled out, his cock coated with her fuck-juice, and hissed in her ear: "Turn over!" he said. "Get on all fours!"
She rolled over and kneeled, her head and shoulders down, her ass up in the air, showing him her wet hairy crotch, her gaping cunt, her winking asshole. A moment later she felt his cockhead ramming at the tight asshole.
"Oh, no!" she cried. "I've never had it in there! You'll kill me!"
"Relax," Thorpe hissed. "There's always a first time."
The blunt head of his cock jammed against her tight sphincter. Her asshole instinctively tightened and his cockhead was deflected.
She was shocked when she realized the idea of being fucked in the ass turned her on. Oh, God, yes! she thought. She hoped he wouldn't hurt her, but she knew she had to take him in there.
Thorpe grabbed his cock in his fist and pushed his cockhead at the ring of her asshole. The muscles suddenly stretched and he snapped in. Her asshole tightened like a vise around his meat, and at first she instinctively tried to reject him. But then she relaxed, pushed her ass backward to accept him, and another inch of his cock reamed into her shithole.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she groaned.
Slippery with her cuntjuice, his cockhead lodged behind the tight ring of her sphincter. He pushed in deeper, driving the full length of his cock up her ass.
She mewled and moaned and squirmed beneath him. The sensation of his fuck-meat in her ass was both lewd and delicious. She pressed her cheek against the mattress and covered her head with her hands.
He fucked her slowly, using short strokes that gradually became longer, his speed increasing, his urgency building up to a pitch. Waves of pleasure suffused every square inch of her body.
Then his vigorous stroking pushed her off her knees and down onto her belly. His cock remained inside her ass as her body flattened. He pressed down on top of her, his hands clutching and squeezing her tits.
Her eyes closed, her mouth parched, her breath came in short, hot pants. She could feel him breathing on the side of her neck, she could hear his groans as he began working his cock once again in and out of her shit-hole.
Realizing he was about to come, about to shoot his hot load of jism into the depths of her ass, she squirmed and twisted like a madwoman, her body shuddering with lust.
And then he came, his load spurting deep into her bowels, his bloated balls exploding his jism deep into her ass. Racking sensations convulsed her empty cunt, as her own body responded with the ultimate oblivion of a shattering orgasm.
CHAPTER SIX
Ralph left town on business, and Nancy invited Helen to spend the weekend out at the Hilliard house. Helen accepted the invitation, but she was uncertain how she would handle the presence of Nancy's husband, Frank.
Although Helen had no intention of crawling into bed with Nancy again, the idea that Frank might know about their fling made her nervous. Frank had always seemed like a quiet, up-tight guy. After a few hours at the Hilliard place, Helen learned he wasn't that way at all.
They lay on the patio in the early afternoon sun. Helen was conscious of the prickling perspiration that formed a fine sheen over most of her body. A warm feeling rose up from her crotch. Slowly she tensed and flexed her thighs and buttocks, causing her cunt to squirm and gape like a hungry mouth.
After a while Nancy went off to the John. When she came back, she turned up the radio. She began dancing, her body in sinuous tempo with the music. Her eyes wide with astonishment, Helen watched Nancy untie her halter top and drop it to the floor. Barefoot and bare-titted, the blonde continued to dance to the music.
"Look at the tits!" Frank laughed.
Helen reached for her own breasts and fondled them lightly, while she watched Nancy's tits jiggling and swaying.
Nancy suddenly hurried across to Frank and dropped to her knees in front of him. She forced his legs apart and crawled forward. Unfastening the belt that held up his jeans, she zipped open his fly.
"You've got a hard-on," she: crooned. Her hand disappeared into the opening of his pants, and in a moment she dragged out his cock.
Helen stared in amazement at the long pole of fuck-meat exposed by her friend. Frank's cock rose up out of a kinky mass of black hair.
Helen decided it was the longest cock she'd ever seen. Her breath caught as she watched Nancy close her wet lips down over Frank's cock and take a third of it into her mouth.
Turning her head sideways, Nancy let the hard cockhead shove her cheek out into a distorted bulge. Then she twisted her head again and shoved down hard to swallow half the rigid muscle. Her lips pursed, her cheeks hollowed with the force of her suction, she pulled her head up off the glistening cock and smiled at Helen.
"Yummy!" she said.
Helen's eyes were fixed on Nancy's face, on the play of emotions, the raw lust that distorted the blonde's features.
"Come on," Nancy said. "Let's go into the bedroom. Let's get out of here!"
She rose up with Frank. Holding onto his stiff cock with one hand, she led him off the patio. In a daze, not certain it was all real, Helen followed.
Inside the bedroom, Helen watched Nancy drag Frank's jeans down to his ankles. Nancy pressed her hand against his chest, forcing him to lie back. He folded his hands behind his head. Nancy climbed over him and straddled him with her back toward his face.
Helen quickly dropped to her knees in front of Nancy and bent forward to watch.
Nancy closed her fist around Frank's throbbing cock and pressed his cockhead into the wet socket of her cunt. With a soft moan, she slowly lowered her hips, her cunt-mouth closing over his cock-head, her body taking the length of him with a long, smooth stroke.
Her eyes fixed on the rampant cock fucking the blonde pussy, Helen stared as if hypnotized.
"Oh, Jesus!" Nancy said. "It always feels so good!" She tensed her thighs and raised up her ass, sliding completely off the blue-veined shaft. The tight skin of Frank's cock glistened with a thick coating of his wife's cuntjuice. Rolling over on her back, Nancy pulled at Frank's arm and groaned.
"Get on top of me," she said.
In a moment Frank was on his knees, doubling Nancy's legs back on her chest. Helen stared transfixed as the full expanse of Nancy's ass appeared. The blonde's cunt was obscenely exposed, the fleshy flaps of the pink lips flared open, the meaty gash covered with a slick coating of her cuntjuice. Closing his fist around the shaft of his thick, turgid cock, Frank rubbed his cockhead up and down over Nancy's uptilted cuntlips.
Helen shivered as Frank moved his cock away and pushed his fingers into the pouting, full-lipped cunt. One of Frank's fingers moved down to rub against Nancy's asshole. Moaning, the blonde raised her hips in an effort to capture the figure.
"Don't tease!" she hissed.
Frank laughed. He looked at Helen and winked. Poising his finger on the ring of Nancy's asshole, he slowly pushed it in.
"Oh, shit, yes!" Nancy groaned. She began rotating her hips, pressing down on the finger. "Fuck me, Frank! Give it to me!"
Lowering his face, Frank trailed nibbling kisses along her inner thigh. He spread her cuntlips with his fingers and pushed his tongue into the soft folds. He searched out the quivering red tip of her clit and moved it back and forth with the tip of his tongue.
Nancy moaned and moved her hands up to massage her tits.
Her heart racing, Helen slipped a hand to her crotch and fingered her cuntlips through the material of her shorts.
Frank finally pulled his face away from Nancy's drenched cunt and crawled up over her body. Grabbing his ass cheeks, she tried to pull his cock into her cunt.
"Come on, fuck me!" she cried. "Don't wait, give it to me!"
His cock dripping juice on her belly, Frank positioned his cockhead at the mouth of Nancy's cunt. She pulled her thighs further back on her chest, exposing herself more completely. His throbbing cock slowly parted her cuntlips and slid into the brimming cunt-hole. Groaning and squirming, Nancy lurched her hips upward to capture him.
Helen watched as the pair on the bed moved into the rhythm of their fucking. She could see the tight folds of Nancy's oozing cunt drawn back by each outstroke and then pushed in again by Frank's juice-coated cock. Trembling, Helen found herself yearning for the feel of a cock in her own cunt. She kept her eyes on the plunging shaft, shivering each time Nancy cried out in ecstasy.
Suddenly grunting, slamming his cock into his wife's body, Frank began a series of short, rapid strokes. With a final, convulsive heave, he emptied his balls into the hot grip of Nancy's cunt. The blonde writhed and squirmed her ass on the spurting cock, her cunt sucking out the jets of thick, warm jism.
Nancy moaned. "Oh, God, what a great fuck!" Frank's deflating cock slipped from her cunt with a moist sucking sound. He turned and looked at Helen with a lusty grin. Her legs trembling, Helen wet her lips. Her crotch was soaked, her cuntjuice completely wetting her shorts.
"Come on," Frank coaxed. "Join the party."
In a daze, Helen moved forward. Frank extended his hand, ran it over her thigh, and moved his fingers up between her legs.
"You need a diaper change," he teased. "You're soaking wet."
Helen blushed. She remained motionless as he unsnapped her shorts and pulled them down. When she stepped out of them, he tumbled her onto the bed and climbed between her legs. She moaned softly at the first touch of his fingers on her cunt. Prying open her thick, meaty cuntlips, he probed the brimming cunt-hole with a fingertip.
She shivered when she felt his cock against her bare thigh. A moment later, his cockhead was pressing lightly against her cuntlips. She no longer cared that Nancy was watching. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the waves of lust suffusing her body. Sprawled out on the bed, her lush cunt squirming under his finger, she mewled and moaned.
"Okay," Frank said as he rolled over on his back. "You get on top of me."
But when she tried to straddle him the ordinary way, he forced her to turn so that she had her ass pointed at his face. He pushed her forward until her face was almost on her knees.
"Jesus, what an ass!" he hissed.
She had her ass up in the air like a female cat in heat, the fat cheeks of her ass spread wide open to his eyes. Nancy shifted her body on the bed to share the view, and in a moment both Hilliards, husband and wife, were staring at the wrinkled brown nut of Helen's asshole and the drooping meat of her hairy cuntlips. Helen shuddered when she realized how exposed she was.
Frank maneuvered the head of his cock between the lips of Helen's cunt, found the socket of her cunt-mouth, and pulled her down onto his throbbing shaft with a grunt.
Her oozing cunt grabbing at the rigid cock, Helen closed her eyes and began fucking him. She moved slowly at first, but then her tempo increased. Her heavy tits jiggling wildly, she began to ride with a steady rhythm.
"Go, baby, go!" Frank hissed. "Fuck the old pole!"
Her eyes glittering, her cheeks flushed with excitement, Nancy leaned forward to run her hands over Helen's plump ass.
Helen stopped moving when she felt Nancy's hot breath on the cheeks of her ass. She moaned at the sudden exquisite sensation of Nancy's wet tongue washing over her asshole. Grabbing Helen's squirming hips, Nancy pushed her tongue into the muscular ring. Helen went rigid, her body frozen as she focused her mind on the waves of hot sensation bolting up from her invaded asshole. When Nancy pulled her tongue out, Helen gyrated her hips and begged for more.
"Don't stop!" she hissed. "Don't stop!"
With a soft laugh, Nancy once again pressed her face into the crack of the brunette's ass and drilled her tongue into the hot grip of Helen's shit-hole.
"Oh, God!" Helen moaned. "Oh, sweet Jesus!"
She began moving again on Frank's cock, her cuntjuice pouring down over his balls. Then, without any warning, she suddenly found herself pushed off his body.
"Suck it!" Frank said. "Get some spit on it!"
He lay there with his arms stretched out over his head and his thick, meaty cock pointing up at his belly-button. The dark hair at the base of his cock-shaft was matted with her cuntjuice, and maybe the remnants of Nancy's. The thought of licking the slime of two cunts off his cock made her shudder.
"Come on!" Frank hissed. "Get down there and start sucking!"
She kneeled over him, her head lowered, her face close to his rampant cock. She feasted her eyes on the bulge of each vein along the shaft, on the bloated, velvety skin of the huge purple cockhead. A delicious shiver passed through her body as she leaned forward and began licking the base of Frank's juice-coated cock.
"That's it!" he groaned. "Just make believe it's a lollipop!"
She began slurping up the juice coating his cock. The more she licked his fuck-meat, the better it tasted. Beginning at the base of the shaft, she worked upward until she reached the swollen cockhead. Frank groaned and squirmed his ass as her tongue lapped up and down. Holding the base with her fingers, she ran her mouth over the smooth, tight skin of his cockhead, and then underneath to the soft bulge of sensitive tissue. She finally slipped her lips over the fat knob and began sucking and tugging at it.
He groaned. He bucked up his hips to get more of his cock into her mouth. Sloshing her tongue over the end of his cock into her mouth. Sloshing her tongue over the end of his cock, she began bobbing her head up and down on his meat. Finally, his teeth clenched with his effort to maintain control, Frank pushed her head away.
"Get up on your hands and knees," he said. "I'll fuck your ass."
She wanted to protest, but found herself powerless in the grip of her own lust. Shivering-and moaning, she climbed into a crouch. Frank left the bed to stand behind her, his fat cockhead pressing into the crack of her ass.
"Jesus, what an ass!" he said. "It's a dream!"
He moved his cockhead up and down the gulch between cunt-hole and asshole. Pressing her face against the mattress, Helen spread her legs.
"Don't hurt me!" she said. "Please!"
Frank laughed. "Don't worry, honey. I'm an old hand at this. You just ask Nancy here and she'll tell you."
She stiffened at the first touch of his cockhead on the ring of her asshole, but then she relaxed and waited expectantly.
"Christ, what a tight asshole!" Frank hissed.
Gripping her hips, bracing his knees, he began pressing forward and stuffing his fat cockhead into the dark hole.
"Oh, God, please be careful!" Helen moaned.
Sitting on the bed beside Helen, Nancy cradled the brunette's ass with her hands and arms and leaned forward to get her face close to the action. Her eyes glittered as she watched her husband's cock-meat disappear into Helen's shit-hole.
His lips pulled back over his teeth in a grimace, Frank inched out his cock, and then began stuffing it in again. The muscular ring of Helen's asshole slipped smoothly over his throbbing cock-shaft. He pulled back once more, and then, with a quick lunge, he drove his cock in to the hilt.
"Oh, my God!" Helen cried. "You're hurting me! Oh, Jesus! Take it out! Please!"
"Easy!" Frank hissed. "Come on, fuck back at me! Open your ass!"
He began hunching at her, stabbing her ass with his turgid cock. Helen was thankful she had done a good job of coating his fuck-meat with saliva. The pain was now disappearing, to be replaced by the exquisite sensation of total impalement.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me! Make me come! Aaaggghhh! Oh, God!"
His crotch was now slapping against her bare ass as he humped his cock into her shit-tube. She backed up with each powerful stroke, undulating and wriggling her hips, forcing his fuck-meat to ream out her ass. Her heavy tits swinging and slapping together, she writhed her body on the pistoning cock.
Now Frank bent over, reached under her body and grabbed her jiggling tits. Clutching the resilient flesh with his fingers, be began kneading her breasts as he humped his cock.
"Grab my balls!" he hissed. "I'm close!"
Reaching back, Helen cradled his bloated balls in her hand. Thick juice dripped out of her cunt onto her wrist as she fondled his swinging nuts.
"Fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck me!"
She suddenly felt a geyser of hot jism spraying her ass. Her climax erupted a moment later. Squealing, venting deep groans of pleasure and lust, she collapsed under Frank' body.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You're really something," Rick said. Stretched out on his back on the sofa in Helen's house, his head propped up on a pillow, he watched her licking the wrinkled sac of his balls, sucking first one, then the other nut into her mouth. After thoroughly coating his balls with her saliva, she looked up at him and smiled.
"And what does that mean?" she said. "It means you're a great cocksucker." Helen laughed. "Well, at least you're outspoken about it. Are you sure this friend of yours is nice? I don't want any rough stuff."
"He's okay," Rick said. Lowering her face again, she ran her mouth over his cockhead, tonguing the tight velvety skin. She worked his knob into her mouth, shifted her body to a better position, and began sucking. She took in more and more of his cock until she had the fat knob pushing at the back of her throat and her nose touching his pubic hair. She sucked and swallowed, cupped a hand under his balls, and finally pulled her mouth off his meaty shaft.
Holding his thick smooth-skinned cock with her long fingers, she drew the foreskin back over the purplish, glistening cockhead and pushed it into the valley between her hanging tits.
"You're very close," she said. "I can feel it in your balls."
His eyes glowing, he moved a hand to the back of her neck. "Yeah," he said.
Cupping a heavy tit in her hand, she pushed the long, hard nipple at the dripping slit of his cockhead. She smeared his juice over the swollen tit and then repeated the process with the other breast. With her lips turned up in a teasing smile, she shifted her body until she had her tits hanging over his face.
"Suck," she said. She lowered a tit to his mouth and he began sucking on the nipple. A moment later she shifted the other tit to his lips.
She wondered if he recognized the taste of his own cockjuice.
"It's almost two o'clock," she said. "I think we'd better be going."
* * *
The idea of taking on two kids had seemed crazy at first, but now that the time was at hand, she found herself quivering with anticipation.
She pulled the car out of the garage with one hand on the wheel and the other hand on the bulge in Rick's crotch.
"You're still hard," she said.
"Yeah."
"Are you mad because I didn't suck you off?"
"No," he said. "Honest."
"I'll do it later," she said. "I promise."
Rick's friend was a tall, skinny kid named Neal. As he squeezed into the front seat beside Rick, Helen made a sudden decision.
"Let's have a picnic," she said. "We can get some food down the road. Would you guys like that?"
The boys readily agreed, and a half hour later they were driving out on Route 20 to the Sunset Park picnic grounds. The idea of fucking out in the open made Helen shiver. She hoped that on a weekday the park would be deserted, but she decided that even if it wasn't, they'd find some place where they could be alone. As it turned out, there was no problem at all. They drove deep into the park and it seemed there wasn't a soul around for miles.
After parking the car, they walked a hundred yards to the edge of a patch of words and spread out the blanket.
"I think I'm going to enjoy this," she said. Without any warning, she untied her halter top and pulled it off to expose her tits. She laughed at the gurgling sound that came out of Neal's throat.
"I suppose the food can wait," she said.
Her nipples erect, her tits swaying, she approached them and stroked her fingers over the bulge at each crotch. She found the outlines of their cocks under the denim of their jeans. She looked from one face to another and smiled at the trance-like expression in their eyes. Opening belts and zippers, she soon had their cock dangling out in the summer air. She traced her fingers over the meaty shafts, caressed the two bloated cockheads, and gripped a pair of swollen balls in each hand.
There's enough meat here to choke a horse, she thought. For a split second she wondered if she could handle it. She'd certainly die trying.
Her lush tits brushing against their legs, she knelt down, tonguing their balls, moving from one sac to the other. Both boys moaned together. Her hands slowly pumping their cocks, she maneuvered her face underneath and sucked one ball after another into her wet mouth.
Their eyes shut tight, their hands on her head, the boys moaned and shuddered.
Now her mouth moved up between the two engorged shafts, her tongue licking and swirling over the soft skin until her lips reached the bulbous cockheads. Opening her jaws as wide as possible, she sucked both cocks into the wet cavern of her mouth. The sensation of having her face completely stuffed with hot cock-meat was delicious, but the ache in her jaws finally forced her to release them.
"I'll do Neal first," she said.
She made him lie down on the blanket. She pulled his jeans and shorts down to his ankles and crooned at the way his cock stuck up in the air like a baton. She ran her tongue along the warm underside of the shaft and then moved up to circle the cockhead. When she closed her teeth on the fat plum, he moaned and lurched his hips forward to get more of his cock into her mouth.
She teased him. She lifted his pulsing cock and rubbed it along her cheeks, across her closed eyelids, and planted nibbling kisses down its length.
She finally moved the cockhead to her mouth again, rubbing it over her lips to leave a trail of saliva on the tight skin. She ran her tongue over the hot, swollen head and down the length of the shaft. He vented a loud groan when she suddenly sucked the knob into her mouth.
"Suck it!" he hissed. "Suck it, baby!"
Lowering her head, she took his cock halfway into her mouth and closed her lips around its thickness. She moved a hand under her chin to jiggle his balls, her fingers probing under the sac at the root of his cock. Her tongue flicked against his spongy cockhead no more than a few moments before she realized he was about to shoot his load. His hot sperm spurted into her sucking mouth and down her convulsing throat. As the powerful ejaculation continued, trickles of frothy jism overflowed from the corners of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. She finally pulled back, her eyes bright with the pleasure of the sucking, her tongue wiping her lips to salvage the last drop of his load.
Turning her body toward Rick, she smiled. "Now it's your turn, honey."
Leaning forward, she cupped Rick's balls in one hand and wrapped the fingers of the other hand around the base of his cock. She gently kissed his cockhead, and then slid her mouth down over the meaty shaft.
He groaned. He moved his hands to her head. He began moving his hips in rhythm with her sucking, driving his long shaft into her face, pulling it out, driving it back in again. Bucking his hips faster, his hands tightening on her head, he slammed his cock in and out, fucking her face to a wild tempo. Finally, screwing convulsively into her mouth, he let out a hoarse cry and blasted his load of jism against her tonsils.
Helen pulled her face off his cock and rolled away with a soft moan. She peeled off her shorts. She felt inundated with sperm, flooded with two loads from two healthy cocks. The craziest thing of all was that she had no doubt that she'd be able to take on ten more cocks had they been there at her disposal.
I wouldn't mind drowning in it, she thought.
She lay there on the blanket a few minutes, recovering her senses. When she opened her eyes, she found the boys kneeling on either side of her, their eyes on her crotch, their hands slowly pumping their half-hard cocks. She smiled at them and slipped her fingers down to her cuntlips.
"I think I'd like Neal to suck my pussy," she said. "Would you like to do that, Neal?"
He blushed. "You'll have to show me how," he said.
Fingering her long nipples, she chuckled. She pulled her knees up and spread her thighs wide. "Just get down between my legs and lick my pussy. That's all you have to do, honey."
Moving between her legs, he lay down on his belly with his face over her hairy crotch.
"That's it," she said. Using the fingers of both hands, she pried apart the lips of her cunt. "Go ahead, honey, lick it all over."
He gazed transfixed at the wet, pink gash and the soft fleshy folds leading down to her cunt-hole. The heady aroma of her cunt wafted up to his nostrils. Wetting his lips with his tongue, he lowered his face and began lapping the meaty trough of her steaming cunt.
"Ooohhh, yesss," she moaned. Her legs began twitching at the first touch of his mouth. "That's it! Run your tongue up and down like that! Oh, God! A little higher! Right there, honey! Oh, baby!"
He slurped his tongue up and down the gulch of her cunt, lapping up the cuntjuice oozing out of the gaping pink hole.
"Eat me!" she cried. "Lick my cunt! God, that feels good! Lick it, honey, keep licking it!"
She jerked her hips each time his tongue touched her clit. Gobs of thick juice gushed out of her cunt-hole when he began chewing her cuntlips. She pulled her hands away from her crotch and buried her fingers in his hair, pressing his face against the heat of her cunt, gripping his head with the insides of her thighs. Hunching off the ground, squirming against his tongue, she could hear the wet sounds of his slobbering mouth. He pushed his tongue deep into her cunt-hole, swirling it around, rimming the dilated cunt-mouth, sucking in the juice that was now flowing heavily.
She suddenly arched off the blanket, balancing on her feet and shoulders, clamping her thighs against his head as the orgasm surged out of her crotch.
"Oh, God, I'm coming!" she moaned.
"I'm coming! I'm comiiiinnnggg!"
With a heavy sigh, luxuriating in the bliss of climax, she dropped back down onto the blanket.
Kneeling beside her, the boys leaned forward to close their mouths over the points of her tits. Their cheeks hollowing, they pulled at her nipples, their tongues washing over the turgid nubs. Opening her eyes, Helen crooned at the sight of their hard cocks swaying over her body. Scrambling to her knees, she lowered her head and raised up her ass.
"Somebody fuck me!" she hissed.
Rick crouched behind her, and in a moment she felt his cockhead touching her cuntlips. Moaning and grunting, she braced herself. He fingered the puffy lips, teased her cunt-hair, ran his thumbs into the delicate folds of her cuntflesh. Prying open her cuntlips, he positioned his cockhead in the socket of her cuntmouth.
"Come on!" she cried. "Fuck me!" She wiggled her hips to encourage him. His hands clutching her ass, he lurched forward and drove his cock into the sopping wet channel of her cunt. He began pumping with a frenzied rhythm, his pubic bone slamming at her ass, his cock pistoning in and out of the slippery hole. Her tits hung down, jiggling and swaying like two ripe melons, the long nipples grazing the blanket. Reaching back a hand, she grabbed at his balls, pulling and twisting the bloated sac.
"Fuck me, you bastard! Keep fucking me!"
But he pulled out with no warning, leaving her gasping, and in a flash Neal was behind her with a rampant cock and a long, smooth stroke that churned her cunt to a froth.
It took awhile before she realized they were deliberately taking turns, ten strokes each, reaming out her cunt in a way she'd never dreamed possible.
I'm nothing but a hole, she thought, a huge, hair-rimmed, juicy hole waiting to be filled with male meat.
She suddenly twisted away and ordered Neal to stretch out on his back on the blanket. She straddled over him, crouching down, squatting over his belly. Taking his swaying cock in her hand, she moved the fat cockhead into her dripping cunt.
"Oh, shit!" she gasped, as she impaled herself on the stiff, throbbing pole of fuckmeat.
Neal began bucking his hips, pumping his cock into her cunt. He reached up and teased her nipples with his thumbs. Then his hands moved down to the cheeks of her ass and he pulled them open to expose her asshole.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she moaned. She knew what was coming. She'd known all along. She had the wrinkled brown opening of her asshole exposed to Rick and there was no way he could fail to get the idea. She felt him kneeling down behind her, between Neal's feet. She raised her head when she felt a prodding at her asshole. She caught a glimpse of Rick over her shoulder and pulled her lips back in a wanton smile.
"Do it!" she hissed. "Fuck my ass!"
A moment later, the boy's cockhead was lodged in the tight ring of her ass. With a grunt of pleasure, he began shoving forward, his eyes fixed on the slow, steady penetration of her stretched asshole. Inch by inch, he pushed his cock into her body.
"Ohhhhh! Oh, Jesus!" she groaned.
She could hear herself baying like a bitch in heat, but there was no way she could help it. She felt stuffed with more cock than she'd ever thought possible. When they began fucking her in rhythm, pumping her cunt and ass, one after the other, the exquisite pleasure of it was enough to blow her mind.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my cunt! Give it to me!"
She had no idea whether it was the cock in her cunt or the one inside her ass that provoked her orgasm. The boys began groaning and moaning, savagely slamming her body sandwiched between them. They began pouring spurt after spurt of hot jism into her cunt and ass, filling her tunnels with their fuck-cream. A white froth gushed out of the two stretched holes. With a final spasm, a last gurgling sound in her throat, she rolled off and collapsed on the blanket.
"Oh, God in heaven!" she moaned.
Raising up her knees, she splayed them open to let the cock-juice dribble out of her body. She moved her hands to her tits, gripping and squeezing the sensitive flesh. The boys were kneeling on either side of her body, their glistening, juice-coated cocks dangling in the air. Moving her hands off her breasts, she reached down, grabbed a cock in each hand, and gently milked their fuck-meat.
"I'm hungry," she said. "Let's eat the food before the ants get to it."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Jesus, what an ass!" he said. Earl, the milkman, had her pressed up against the refrigerator in the kitchen. He had his hands on her ass cheeks, his fingers digging into the rubbery flesh, pulling her body against him. Helen could feel his hard cock pressing on her belly. She wiggled her ass from side to side, rubbing against him. "Glad you like it," she said. She'd had no idea of seeing him again, but he'd appeared suddenly at the door with his tongue wetting his lips and his eyes rolling with invitation. The memory of his avid cuntsucking had quickly broken down her resistance.
Slipping his hand under the waistband of her slacks, he laughed and pinched an ass cheek.
"I'm going to suck all the cream out of that little pussy of yours," he said. "Would you like that?"
She squirmed against his cock. "It sounds like a lovely idea."
Then his fingers were moving into the moist crack of her ass, probing past her asshole to search out the dripping folds of her cunt. When she spread her legs, he immediately pushed two fingers into the hot grip of her cunt-hole.
"Juicy cunt!" he hissed. "I like them juicy!"
Helen shivered. "Let's go to the living room," she said.
She sat down on the sofa and let Earl pull off her slacks and panties. His eyes glittered when he saw the crotch of her panties soaked with her cuntjuice. Holding up the frilly nylon to his nose, he sniffed deeply and chuckled.
"Heaven!" he said. "A juicy cunt on my day off. What more can a man ask for?"
Helen found herself laughing. "Do you really like pussy-juice that much?"
"I love it!" he grinned. "Ever since my wife died, I've done nothing except suck pussy.
You see how healthy I am?"
Helen giggled. She wondered how old he was. He looked somewhere between fifty and sixty, but he might be more than that. Was it possible cuntjuice was a health food? I'm going crazy, she thought. My brains are getting rattled.
Her palpitating cunt was at the edge of the sofa cushion, her spread legs drawn up to her tits. Earl knelt down in front of her and she draped her legs over his shoulders. Leaning forward, his eyes filled with lust, he pried open her drooping cuntlips and swiped the flat of his tongue from cunthole to clit.
"That's nice!" she hissed. He reminded her of an affectionate cocker spaniel, and she had an urge to tickle him behind the ears as if he were a puppy-dog, a cute little puppy-dog lapping at her pussy.
He probed into her cunt-hole, licking and sucking her juices with his warm tongue. He snorted and slurped at her meat. The sound of his sucking drove her wild, and she kicked her heels on his back to urge him on.
"Suck!" she crooned. "Suck it all out!"
He pulled her swollen cuntlips into his mouth, sucking and chewing at them until she shuddered. Her stiff, throbbing clit quivered impatiently, and when he finally began massaging it with his tongue, she moaned in response. A moment later he pulled his face away and gazed at her gaping cunt.
"You've got a tasty little pussy," he said.
"Suck me, you bastard! Don't stop now!"
"Easy, honey," he laughed. "What's the rush!"
"Oh, shit," she said. "You're impossible. Tell me about your wife. Did you ever fuck her?"
"Of course, I fucked her. She was my wife, wasn't she?"
"What kind of fucking did you do? Did you do anything freaky?"
A blush came to his cheeks. "Freaky? What the hell does that mean?"
Helen laughed. She was determined to get Earl to fuck her. "You know very well what I mean. What did your wife do to turn you on?"
He was silent a long moment. Then his eyes narrowed and he spoke quietly. "Sometimes she got on the floor on all fours," he said.
"Like a doggie, huh?"
"Yeah," he said. "Like a doggie."
Her eyes lowered, her lips turned up in a soft smile, Helen pulled her legs off his shoulders and rose up. Peeling off her blouse and bra, she cupped her heavy tits in her hands. "Naked?"
"Yeah," Earl said. "Naked."
She got down on the rug on all fours and wagged her ass at him like a bitch in heat.
"How's that?" she said.
"I can see your asshole."
"Would you like to fuck me there?"
There was no answer. She looked back over her shoulder. She smiled when she saw that Earl had his cock out of his pants. Lowering her shoulders to the floor, she reached her hands back and pulled open the cheeks of her ass.
"Lick me," she hissed. "Get behind me and lick my cunt!"
In a moment, Earl was crouching behind her with his face buried in the crack of her ass. Helen mewled and squealed in response to the wet tickling of his tongue along the groove between her cunt and asshole. Finally rolling over onto her back, she shifted her body on the rug and grabbed the loose, hanging sac of his huge balls. Earl moved a hand to her crotch, his fingers spreading her cuntlips and slipping inside.
"Fuck me," she said. She pushed her steaming cunt at his fingers.
He began pistoning two fingers in and out of her cunt. Using his other hand, he located her swollen clit and began massaging it with his thumb.
Helen soon pushed him away and straddled his head with her face toward his feet. Lowering her head, her tits resting on his hairy belly, she closed her fist around the hard shaft of his cock and began licking the fat knob. When she cupped and squeezed his bloated balls, a grunt of pleasure gargled out of Earl's throat.
She now had her body poised over him, her cunt hanging over his face, her mouth closed on the tip of his cock. He spread her cuntlips and began probing her gash with his tongue. Opening her mouth wide, she lowered it over the bulging cockhead and began sucking, bobbing her head up and down on the throbbing cock.
She could feel his warm tongue move over her cuntlips, stab at the swollen bud of her clit, probe the brimming well of her cunt-hole. Her tits rubbed against his belly and her hips heaved against his face. Frustrated by the hunger in her cunt, she rolled off him and hissed:
"Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me!"
On her back, her hands hooked under her knees to pull her legs up to her tits, she watched him crouch in front of her. Fingering his balls, stroking his cock, he positioned his cockhead in the socket of her dripping cunt.
A deep moan of triumph and pleasure escaped her lips as he slid his cock smoothly into the hot channel of her cunt. Clamping her cunt muscles around his shaft, she hooked her legs over his shoulders.
With long, slow thrusts, he began pumping his cock in and out of her slippery cunt. She could see the gleaming, juice-coated shaft pistoning between her meaty cuntlips. She could feel the fat cockhead slamming against her insides.
"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Do it harder! Fuck me harder!"
Her knees jammed against the globes of her tits, she rocked back and forth on his pumping cock.
Without any warning, Earl pulled his cock out of her cunt and growled.
"Turn over," he said. "Show me your ass."
She rolled over, crouched on her knees, offering him her cunt and ass. He pried her cuntlips apart with his thumbs and pushed his cock into the gaping hole.
"Oh, yes!" she moaned. "Give it to me!
Fuck me!"
She swayed her hips from side to side as he drove his cock into the swampy channel of her cunt. Leaning forward, Earl reached his hands beneath her body to clutch her hanging tits. His fingers located her long, thick nipples, and he began pulling and tugging at them. She ground her ass back against his hips, churning her cunt against the meat of his cock. They fucked in a frenzy until Earl pulled out of her again and ordered her to sit on him.
He helped her kneel over him, spread her cuntlips, and positioned his cock at her cunthole. Allowing her legs to relax, feeling the long, smooth cock slide up into her body, she sat down on his lap. She began moving her hips from side to side and up and down on the spear of his cock. He reached up to grab her swinging tits, molding them and caressing them with his hands.
Spreading her cuntlips with her fingers, Helen moaned and pushed her swollen clit down to rub against his crotch-hair. When he grabbed her ass, pinching and squeezing the fat cheeks. She snorted and hissed down at his face.
"Put a finger in my ass!"
Earl grinned. He moved his fingers into the crack of her ass, found the tight little hole, and speared it with a forefinger of each hand.
"Oh, shit, yes, that feels good!" she crooned. "I love it!"
She dropped forward to rest her tits on his chest. He began bucking his hips up at her, ramming his cock into her cunt. She could feel the increased pressure on the quivering bud of her clit as he drove into her dripping cunt. The sensation of his hard cock sliding in and out of her steaming hole was delicious. Grinding her cunt against his crotch, squirming on his stiff, throbbing fuck-meat, she moaned and groaned at the pleasure of the fucking.
For a man who no longer likes to fuck, he certainly knows how, she thought.
He continued slamming his cock into her body. They were both bathed in sweat, their movements frantic. His hands clutched at her ass, kneading the flesh, rhythmically squeezing as he pumped and churned his cock in the quivering channel of her cunt.
She finally stopped fucking him and looked down at his face with narrowed eyes.
"Fuck my ass," she said.
Moving his hands up to her tits, he pinched her nipples and chuckled. "You sure?"
"I wouldn't ask if I wasn't," she said. She wriggled her hips and shivered at the thought of him fucking her tender little asshole, his swollen cock pushing up her ass. Was it the lewdness of it or the tight fit that made it so exciting?
She brought a jar of vaseline, dabbed some on her fingers, and slowly spread it over his rampant cock. He played with her ass, tickled the ring, pushed his finger into the hot grommet. A moment later she as kneeling again, and he had his cockhead pressing against her lubricated asshole.
She forgot to relax. She squeezed her asshole shut at the first pressure. He withdrew his cock, massaged the puckered opening with his fingers, and pushed again. This time she forced herself to remain relaxed, and his cockhead popped in-the knob, the shaft, the whole length of his cock sliding smoothly in to the hilt.
She felt as if she had a baseball bat shoved up her ass.
"Go easy!" she hissed. "You're big."
Slipping a hand down to her cunt, she fingered her cuntlips and rubbed the shaft of her clit. The empty hole of her poor little pussy gaped like the mouth of a hungry animal.
Grunting with pleasure, he began moving his cock in and out of her shit-hole. "How is it?" he said.
"Wonderful!" she moaned. It was more than wonderful. She felt as if she had a big, fat cock reaming out her body right up to her chest.
He began increasing the length of his strokes, pistoning in and out of her ass with a steady rhythm. Pushing two fingers into her steaming cunthole, she groaned and mewled and squealed.
"Fuck me harder now," she said. "Give it to me!"
He began pile-driving his throbbing cock, ramming it up her ass with long, vigorous strokes. Rolling her clit between her fingers, she bucked her ass back to meet each thrust.
"Fuck!" she cried. "Keep fucking!"
The long, thick cock stretching her asshole, her own fingers fucking her cunt, her thumb massaging her swollen clit, soon forced her to roll her eyes back and open her mouth in a gasp. Arching up her back, her hips bucking wildly, she began coming. The walls of the room seemed to collapse in a series of blinding explosions. Her body shuddered and convulsed. Her asshole tightened up, squeezing his cock in a vise-like grip that soon brought him to a finish. With a sudden grunt and a lurch of his body, he began splattering the inside of her ass with spurt after spurt of thick, hot jism.
Falling flat on her belly, she began twitching again when he swooped down on her. Prying open her ass cheeks, he clamped his mouth to her fucked out asshole and began working her over with his tongue and lips.
"Oh, my God!" she groaned. "Oh, Jesus Christ!"
Afterward, when they had their breath back, she led him to the bathroom and helped him wash his cock and balls. When she playfully pushed a finger into his tight asshole, he vented a short grunt and leered.
"Yeah," he said. "Hilda always did that."
Hilda was your wife?"
"That's right," Earl said. "She liked playing with assholes, just like you. You really dig it, don't you, baby?"
"Yes," she said. "I guess I do."
His cock was stiffening again. She hadn't expected it, and she was surprised.
"Suck it!" he groaned. "Suck me off. I think I can make it again."
I hope I don't kill him, she thought.
She sat down on the toilet and began licking his throbbing cockhead, her fist closed over the shaft, her hand pumping his fuck-meat. God, she loved the taste of a cock in her mouth! Opening her jaws wide, she took the fat knob between her lips and began moving her mouth up and down on it. She could hear his grunt each time she took the whole length of him into her mouth. Her cunt was quivering again. She moved a hand down between her legs, diddled her clit, and finally pushed three fingers into her yawning cunt-hole.
Before long she could feel the head of his cock swelling as he neared the point of no return. She quickly covered the slit of his cockhead with her tongue to deflect his load away from her throat. He groaned and grunted and bucked his hips, fucking her mouth and spurting the last of his jism.
At least I know what I like, she thought. The feel of a man coming in her mouth thrilled her more than anything else in the world.
CHAPTER NINE
Helen began the month of August with a visit to Lester Thorpe. She hadn't planned it. She was downtown shopping one day, and along about five o'clock she realized she was only a block from Thorpe's Hardware. The memory of Thorpe's vigorous fucking brought a shiver to her spine, and she soon found herself entering the hardware store on a sudden impulse.
Thorpe was at the back of the store, sorting out paint cans. He looked her up and down, widening his eyes, and smiled.
"Need your lock changed again?"
Helen chuckled. "What do you think?"
"I'm about ready to close the store," he said. "There's some booze in the office."
She certainly didn't need the booze. Five minutes later he closed up the store and joined her in the office. He wasted no time. Within moments, he had his hand inside the front of her blouse and inside the edge of her bra cup. He clutched the soft, hot flesh of her tit, kneading it with his fingers.
"Take it easy," she said. "They're sensitive."
"Get the jugs out," he said brusquely. "Let's have a look at your tits."
The tone of his voice both frightened and thrilled her. Peeling off her blouse, she unhooked her bra and tossed it away. She pulled back her shoulders and lowered her eyes to watch her nipples quiver.
"Nice," he said. "Just like I remembered."
He put his hands on her tits. There was nothing tender about his touch. He hefted and weighed her breasts as though he were a farmer inspecting a cow.
Pulling over a nearby chair, he sat down in front of her with her tits hanging over his face. He licked a nipple, and then suddenly sucked it into his mouth. Tugging and chewing on the sensitive bud, he ran his hand down her thigh to the hem of her skirt, and then back up her no bare flesh with the skirt gathered ahead of his wrist. He fondled her hip, his hand inside her panties, and worked his fingers around to the front, to the edge of her cunt. As she squirmed her hips he brushed the edges of her cuntlips with his fingertips.
"How come your old man doesn't take care of you?" he said.
Helen moaned. "Never mind that," she said. "Don't talk about my husband, just do something to my pussy!"
Thorpe chuckled. "You're a juicy piece. I've got something special for you, but I'm going to tie you up first."
"The hell you are!"
His eyes looked mean for a moment, and then they narrowed. "We'll see," he said. "In the meantime, turn around and show me your ass."
Helen wondered what she'd got herself into. Thorpe had seemed safe enough the first time they'd been together. He seemed a little crazy now, almost dangerous. When she turned around and raised her skirt, he peeled her panties down to her ankles and helped her step out of them. She squirmed when he traced a finger along the crack of her ass. The finger moved down to probe her pouting cunt from the rear.
She wriggled the cheeks of her ass from side to side, wondering what he had in mind. Turning her head to look over her shoulder, she saw him pushing his pants and shorts down to his ankles. The fleshy pole of his cock reared up at a sharp angle from the dark mass of his pubic hair. The purplish, circumcised head glistened with juice at the slit. The bulging underside of the thick shaft showed a network of blue veins. His ball sac hung down like a leather bag from the base of his cock. She could see the huge balls, as big as plums, out-lined under the wrinkled hairy skin.
The expectations of having his fuck-meat penetrating her body brought a quiver of pleasure to her dripping cunt.
"Get the skirt off," he said.
She smiled wryly at her own helplessness. She'd walked into the store determined to stay in control, and here she was following orders like a slave-girl. Unzipping her skirt and slipping it off, she tossed it away and resumed her pose with her ass in front of his face.
He began-stroking the plump cheeks of her ass again, using his thumbs to spread them open and expose her asshole. She gasped at the first touch of his mouth. He ran his tongue from the base of her meaty cunt, up the center of the sweaty crack, over the tight hard bump of her asshole to the beginning of her spine.
"Oh, Christ!" she moaned.
Spreading her legs, she bent forward to help him. He gave her a long swipe with his tongue again, this time lingering more definitely at the tight ring of her asshole.
"Bend over the desk," he said.
It wasn't much of a desk, no more than a table piled high with old newspapers and assorted junk. She bent over with her head turned to one side and her tits dangling. She wondered if Lester Thorpe had been such an expert cocksman at the age of thirty.
Thorpe studied the way the long, smooth slope of her back flared into her wide hips. He ran his hands over the warm, glossy ass cheeks, parted the globes and moved a finger deep into the crack. He playfully teased the dark hairs growing up from her cunt to surround the ring of her asshole.
Her cunt steaming and quivering, Helen squirmed her hips. The lewd position, the total exposure of her cunt and ass, caused her to shudder with lust. She groaned when she felt Thorpe's warm cockhead moving between her ass cheeks.
Slowly rolling his hips, he dragged his cock along the upturned gulch of her ass. Then he pushed his cock down, bent his knees, and aimed at the slot of her cunt-hole.
Helen mewled with pleasure as the fat cockhead lodged in the dripping socket of her cunt-mouth. Reaching behind her, she grabbed the thick shaft protruding from between her ass cheeks.
"Tut it in!" she hissed. "Fuck me!"
She kept her finger on his cock, in order to feel his fuck-meat sliding into her hungry hole. She could feel her asshole contracting spasmodically, and it embarrassed her that there was no way to hide anything from him.
Thorpe shoved forward, slid his cock into the grip of the hairy cunt with a smooth, deep stroke. His bloated balls dangled against her thighs. He began fucking her with a strong, fluid-like motion of his hips.
Helen groaned as each stroke of his hard cock stretched her cunt-mouth. She felt like an animal, bending over to be pronged from behind like a dog, but she loved every minute of it. The sad thing was that the man behind her was Lester Thorpe and not her husband. Reaching a hand down beneath her belly, she grabbed Thorpe's heavy balls. The old bastard sure knew how to fuck!
Grunting and snorting, Thorpe rammed away at the curvaceous ass pressing against his belly. He hardly knew Ralph Percy, hadn't met him more than two or three times, and he wondered what sort of man Percy really was. He'd probably never find out. In the meantime, here was Percy's wife with her sweet little asshole winking up at him like a merry brown eye. She was a luscious piece-heavy tits, a full ass, and a juicy cunt. She was a woman made for fucking, a woman with an elastic cunt that gripped his cock like a dream. Nothing loose and sloppy about this one. This was prime, grade-A, first-class, deluxe pussy.
Without any warning, he stopped moving.
Helen groaned. "Don't stop!" she cried. "Keep fucking me!"
Thorpe chuckled. "Take it easy," he said. "Don't move, stay just like you are. I've got something you're really going to enjoy."
When she looked back over her shoulder, she saw he had something in his hand-a long, slim vibrator, something obviously designed for a special purpose. She knew it was forthe very thought of it sent the juices in her cunt gushing out over his cock. She felt him coating it with her cuntjuice. She heard him switch it on. Mewling and twitching, she waited breathlessly for the first contact. She shuddered when the tip of the slim vibrator touched her tight little asshole. A moment later, Thorpe pushed the cylinder into the depths of her ass.
"How does it feel?" he said.
"Oh, Jesus!" she moaned. "Be careful!"
She began bucking her hips, fucking back at the vibrating tool in her ass and his cock in her cunt. Her teeth clenched, she groaned at the exquisite sensation of the double impalement. He began moving cock and vibrator in synchrony, his fat cock reaming her dripping cunt, the vibrator rattling her shit-hole.
"Oh, God! Oh, dear God! Oh, shit!" She babbled away, squealing and grunting, her body shaking, her hips gyrating faster and faster. She soon found herself in the throes of a tremendous orgasm, bucking her ass like a demon, her throat gurgling out an animal-like sound of intense lust. When it was over, she continued grinding her cunt and ass on the cock and vibrator, as if to squeeze out the last spasm of pleasure.
When she finally straightened up and turned around, she found Thorpe sitting on a chair with his cock pointing at the ceiling.
"Don't you want to come?"
"Sure," he said. He patted his hairy thighs and grinned. "Have a seat."
Her eyes lowered, she gazed at the juice oozing out of the purplish head of his throbbing cock. Facing away from him, she placed her legs outside his knees and moved backward until she had her ass pressing against his chest.
"What the hell are you doing?" he said.
She laughed softly. "I'm going to sit on you and fuck you. Isn't that what you wanted?"
She squatted down. He guided his cock between her ass cheeks until the knob nudged her cuntlips. Looking down between her tits, she could see her swollen clit poking out and ready for action again. She pushed down and he steered his thick cock into her cunt-hole.
"God, yes!" she hissed. "You sure know how to fuck, don't you!"
Thorpe chuckled. "Lots of practice," he said.
"Don't you have a wife?"
"I've had three. If you ever leave your husband, you can be the fourth."
His cock slid smoothly up into her cunt, reaming out her dripping channel. A moment later her naked ass settled down on his hairy thighs and her cuntlips gripped the base of his cock.
"This is delicious," she said. "I've never done it this way."
Taking hold of her waist with both hands, he began moving her up and down on his fuckmeat. Rearing her head back, her hands clutching her tits, she screwed her cunt on the throbbing pole. Each thrust of his massive cock between her ass cheeks brought a squirming thrill of excitement.
"Oh, shit, give it to me!" she cried.
Squeezing her ass cheeks together, her hips plunging up and down on the juice-coated cock, she sensed he was about to come.
"Shoot it!" she hissed. "Fuck me!"
With a great roar, he bolted up his hips and began spurting his hot jism into her cunt. The boiling sperm gushed out of her hole and dribbled on his cock and balls. Pulling up her knees, her weight on his lap, she shuddered through another orgasm.
She came down slowly. Rising up awkwardly, wincing at the sound of his cock popping out of her cunt, she moved off his body. She could feel his jism trickling down the insides of her thighs. Without looking at him, she began gathering up her clothes.
"Not yet," he said.
She turned. He was sitting on the chair, his legs apart, his cock only half-deflated.
"Suck me off," he said.
The tone of his voice told her it would be simpler not to refuse. She had no particular interest in sucking his cock, she wanted to get out of there and get home. Thorpe noticed her hesitancy and sneered.
"It's your own cuntjuice," he said. "Suck me off."
"You can't come again."
"That's what you think, honey, but it ain't so."
She got down on her knees between his legs. Gazing at his stiff, juice-coated cock, she leaned forward and wrapped her fingers around it. Tilting it up, she opened her mouth and took him in.
Going to work on it, bobbing her head slowly up and down, she took in more and more of the meaty cock with each stroke. He began bucking his hips into her face, matching the pumping motions of her mouth.
"Keep at it," he said. "You're doing fine."
The raw lust involved in the act of sucking off a man she had just fucked, a man she hardly knew, made her shiver. She found herself turned on again.
She stretched her lips over the thick cockshaft. She moved a hand down to his balls, fondled and jiggled them, then ran her fingers into the crack of his ass to probe at his asshole.
Her mouth slipped off the glistening cock and she danced her tongue down its length. Dabbing at the base of his throbbing shaft, she swiped her tongue over his balls, lifted them, opened her mouth wide, and engulfed the entire hairy sac.
Thorpe groaned.
She sucked his balls, her hand moving up and down the wet, slippery pole of his cock.
He spread his legs and pulled them up so she could get her entire face in his crotch. She lifted his balls as he raised his ass, darting her tongue down into the crack until it came to his asshole. Probing at it a moment, she pushed her tongue into the tight puckered ring of his hole.
He bucked his hips. His legs rose up as he tilted backward, folding his body in half, the crack of his ass completely exposed.
She squirmed her tongue into his asshole until his balls rested against her forehead. His hands clutching the back of her head, he pulled her face tight against his crotch, squirmed his hips as she probed the pinched hole with her tongue.
She finally pulled her tongue out of his ass and licked upward until she came to his balls again. Sucking them briefly, she moved up the stiff shaft of his cock to the swollen cockhead. She wrapped her lips around it, closed her eyes and began sucking.
Saliva dribbled out of her mouth and ran down over his cock and balls to mix with the remnants of her cuntjuice. Her head bobbing up and down more rapidly, she began slurping over the meat of his cock.
She held his balls in one hand, gripped his cock with the other hand, pulled the skin down to expose the flared rim of the glistening cockhead. Moving the knob around in her mouth with a circular motion, she swirled her tongue over the tight skin and tickled the oozing slit.
He was stiff again, his cock fattening in her mouth like a meaty sausage. She giggled at the wonder of it, stuffing her face until she had his cockhead pushing at the back of her throat.
Determined now to drain his balls, she began fucking him with her mouth, pulling and sucking on his throbbing cock. Before long, she had him bucking and cursing, his cock twitching in the throes of a climax.
She abruptly pulled her face off his cock as the hot gobs of sperm spurting out of his cockhead. The jism splattered her face, the white juice hanging on her cheeks and then dribbling down to her mouth and chin.
Swiping out her tongue, she caught some of the sperm and drew it into her mouth.
"I told you there was more," Thorpe hissed. "You can't say I didn't tell you."
Her eyes glittering, she rose up, massaged her tits with her hands, and then looked down at him and smiled.
"Get me a towel," she said. "I think I ought to wipe my face before I go home."
CHAPTER TEN
"Let's fuck," Ralph said.
It was eight-thirty in the morning. The children had just left for school. Helen looked at her husband with puzzled eyes.
"Is anything wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," he said. "I just feel like fucking."
"We haven't done it in the morning in years."
"So what. Let's go back to the bedroom."
He pinched her ass as they left the kitchen. He had to be off to work, and she knew the fucking would last no more than a few minutes. She decided the easiest way was to go along with it and get out of it what she could.
Inside the bedroom, she dropped her robe and stretched out on the bed with her eyes on the thick cock springing out of the middle of Ralph's hairy body. Opening her legs, she exposed her crotch and invited him to climb into the saddle.
As she had expected, there were no preliminaries. He maneuvered himself between her spread thighs, carefully positioned his cock, and plunged his hips down to spear her cunt on his fleshy pole.
Wrapping her legs around him, clutching his ass with her hands, she squirmed her cunt around his rampant fuck-meat. He pumped in and out, his body rising and falling, and before long he groaned, stiffened, and shot his load.
Her eyes closed, she waited for him to roll off. He finally vented a short grunt and left the bed to finish dressing for work.
It's not worth the effort, she thought. The fucking had done nothing more for her than turn her on. Now she had the tension tingling in her cunt and the cock that ought to take care of it was soft and useless.
When Ralph was dressed, she accompanied him to the front door, kissed him goodbye, and snapped the lock. Now she had to face the sexual turmoil in her body.
Returning to the bedroom, she quickly slipped out of her robe. She ran her hands over her swollen tits, her fingers plucking at her distended nipples, teasing the long buds, her eyes fixed on the quivering mounds. Dropping her hands, she ran her fingertips over the bulge of her cunt. She pulled at the thick hair framing her meaty cuntlips. She caught sight of her image in the full length mirror on the wall and offered herself a wry smile.
Mrs. Helen Percy at home, she thought, diddling her pussy before breakfast.
Her hands worked over her body, up over her tits, compressing and lifting them while she watched her image in the mirror.
She threw herself on the bed, her legs splayed open, her hands clutching at the meat of her cunt. She pushed a finger into the dripping hole, squirmed it around to feel the wetness. Then she pushed another finger in beside the first, stretching her cunt-mouth, fucking herself with her hand.
Pulling her fingers out, moaning at the sucking noise, she ran them up the slick groove between her drooping cunt-lips to the bud of her clit. The tiny tip poked out like a miniature cock, hard and throbbing. She gently caressed her clit with her wet fingertips, and then gradually increased the pressure until the entire flat of her hand was rapidly massaging her cunt.
Her turgid nipples pointing at the ceiling, her legs opening and closing like a giant mouth, she continued the friction on her crotch until the sensations reached a crescendo in a small, but intense orgasm.
She knew she couldn't make another one. Not this morning. In any case, she had a date with Bruce Dobbs and her pussy would get what it wanted later on.
It's like a hungry animal, she thought. My cunt is insatiable.
Insatiable or not, her pussy needed attention, and when she found herself in Bruce's presence an hour later, the warmth in her crotch was unmistakable.
"I missed you," he said. "You're good company."
She didn't believe a word of it. He missed her ass and tits, but certainly nothing else. It didn't matter. The only thing she cared about was his cock and the way he handled her body. He now had his hands on her tits, fondling them under her jersey top, and her nipples were hard and long and tingling.
Pushing his hands away, she pulled the top over her head and tossed it onto a chair. Without a bra, her tits swayed like two heavy melons. She ruffled her hair and looked at him with sultry eyes.
"Christ, you're enough to melt an iceberg!" he said.
She smiled. Raising a tit with both hands, she offered him the fruity nipple.
"You must think I'm a slut," she said.
He looked at her a long moment and then shrugged. "Don't be stupid. You're a woman who likes to fuck and your old man is lazy. You never talk about him, you know. What is it with him?"
"Take this in your mouth and keep quiet."
He chuckled. Lowering his head, he closed his lips and teeth over the long, thick nipple. She reached down to the bulge in his crotch and fingered his thickening cock. When he finally pulled his face off her tit, she pinched his cock-head and laughed softly.
"Take it out," she said.
"Take what out?" he teased.
"Your cock, dummy. Show me your prick."
"Jesus, you're a tough little cookie, aren't you? Be my guest. You want the meat, you fish it out."
My husband is a lazy sonofabitch, she thought.
Unzipping his fly, she pulled out his heavy cock, closed her fist around it, and began pumping the skin back and forth over the hard shaft.
"Easy," Bruce said. "The gun is loaded."
"If you come on my skirt, I'll kill you."
"Just say where and when, and I'll make the delivery," he laughed.
Stepping back, she sat down on a chair and looked at him with an amused smile.
"Promise?"
"Sure," he said. "Dobbs always delivers."
"Jerk off."
"You're kidding."
"I'm not kidding," she chuckled. "I'd like very much to watch you jerk off. Hasn't a woman asked you to do that before? Anyway, I thought Dobbs always delivers. Deliver me something in the air."
He began slowly pumping his cock. "Christ, you're a nut!" he said. "It's not even lunchtime, and here I am jerking off. It's crazy! How would you like to meet a friend of mine? He's about as crazy as you are."
"What's his name?"
"Wally."
"That's a nice name," she said. "Yes, I'd like to meet him. Are you close? Tell me when you're close. And don't turn away. I want to see it squirt out."
Moments later he groaned and shot a wad of thick, ropy jism halfway across the room.
* * *
Wally turned out to be a disheveled artist living in a garage at the edge of town.
"Pose for me," he said.
At first she refused. She was afraid to expose herself to a critical eye. But he kept staring at her tits with a wild look in his eyes, and in the end she laughed and gave in. She stripped off her jersey top and let him look at her breasts. The lust in his eyes was almost frightening. He made her turn around so that he could look at her tits from various angles. He made her walk so that he could watch them jiggle. He finally sat her down on a chair. Bare-titted, her skirt pulled primly over her knees, she sat with her hands folded in her lap. Bruce announced he was going off for beer and sandwiches, and she was suddenly alone with Wally.
"Great tits," Wally said. He was sketching something on a big pad and she wondered if he really knew how to draw.
"Lift them up," he said.
"What?"
"Lift up your tits. Use your hands."
Moving her hands to her breasts, hefting the large globes, she raised an eyebrow. "Is this part of the posing, or are we into something else?"
"That depends on you," he said.
She gazed at his beard, wondering how it would feel between her legs. Then her eyes moved down to his crotch and she smiled at the obvious bulge. He finally put down the drawing pad and walked over to stand in front of her. She imagined she could see his cock throbbing under the denim of his faded jeans. When she lifted her face to meet his eyes, he grinned.
"Do you give head?"
She blushed. Then she realized she was being ridiculous. "That depends on the equipment," she teased.
He accepted the challenge. His eyes fixed on her naked tits, he slowly unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his thighs. He wore no shorts and his cock sprang free to dangle over a pair of large balls covered with blond hair.
Leaning forward, she licked the cockhead, nuzzling it and wetting it with the tip of her tongue. She sucked tentatively at the open slit, and then opened her mouth wide enough to admit the knob, her teeth stripping back the foreskin. Closing her lips around the meaty, throbbing shaft, she began to suck.
She drew in the cockjuice seeping out of the slit, rolling it around with her tongue and finally swallowing it.
His hips moved slowly and steadily, approaching and withdrawing as he gently fucked her face. At intervals he pushed forward to get deeper penetration, his cockhead jamming at the back of her throat.
Bruce Dobbs returned with the food at the instant she had her lips extended as far along the shaft as possible to totally engulf the juicy cock.
"I see we're all nice and friendly," Bruce said.
Pulling her mouth off Wally's cock, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand and rose up. There was no need any more to play games. She pranced away to the bathroom to pee and strip off the rest of her clothes. When she returned to the studio, she found the two men both completely naked. They uncapped the beer, unwrapped the sandwiches, and ten minutes later she was sitting on a battered sofa between the men with a cock in each hand.
She could feel the blood beating in both shafts and the cockheads pulsing with excitement. She remembered the two boys she'd fucked at the picnic ground, but this was different. Bruce and Wally were grown men, exuding a virility that brough a quiver of lust to her pussy.
She began stroking the cocks in rhythm, pulling her fists over both cockheads at the same time, sliding the loose skin back and forth over the throbbing flesh. Slipping her hands under their balls, she jiggled them on her palms, her fingertips tickling and pinching the hairy, wrinkled sacs. She felt like sucking again, but now she was unable to decide which cock to take first.
Leaning forward, she touched the tip of her extended tongue to Wally's bulging knob. A small drop of juice had collected at the slit and she licked it off. Then she squeezed Bruce's cock to bring out a drop of fluid on his cockhead. Licking it off, she leaned back and mixed the juices in her mouth.
"Not much difference in taste," she said.
"Which one is better?"
"I'm not telling," she teased.
She made them stand up in front of her, their bellies close together, and she rubbed the thick ends of their cocks on her wet lips and stroked the meaty shafts with her fingers. The two cockhead slapped together in the opening of her mouth. She swirled her tongue over the spongy fuck-meat, savoring the feel and taste of it.
"Great head," Wally said. Bruce answered with a short grunt. "Yeah," he said.
The ring of Helen's lips was soon smeared with the white froth of her own saliva. She found herself intoxicated by the hard, wet meat of the two men. She rolled their slippery cocks around on her flushed cheeks, her melon tits heaving, her nostrils flaring with excitement.
Suddenly wrapping her lips around the hot head of Wally's cock, she leaned forward and swallowed half his length with a single stroke.
"Oh, yeah!" he groaned. "That's the way, baby! Show us some talented cocksucking!"
She began pumping her face up and down over his cock, the tight ring of her lips dragging back over the turgid shaft with each stroke. Flecks of foam appeared at the corners of her mouth as she sucked and slobbered. She kept a hand on Bruce's cock, squeezing and pumping him with her fingers.
Abruptly releasing Wally's cock, she engulfed Bruce's meat with one smooth motion. She began ramming her mouth up and down on his cock, her head bobbing, her lips drooling, an occasional snort escaping through her nose.
Now releasing Bruce, his wet, throbbing cock springing from her mouth, she turned her head and clamped down on Wally's rampant fuck-meat. She worked his cock in and out of her lips until he groaned. At that moment, she released him and gobbled up Bruce again.
Moving her head back and forth, she sucked first one and then the other, until both of them were on the verge of coming.
"Jesus Christ, what a mouth!" Wally said.
With a soft moan, she rammed both cocks between her lips, her mouth straining to accommodate the two bulging cock-heads. She held them like that, her face stuffed with their fuck-meat, beating them off with her hands, squeezing the pulsing shafts.
They came together, spurting their twin loads into her waiting mouth as she pumped them vigorously with her hands. Spurt after spurt of hot jism jetted between her lips, splattering the insides of her mouth and the back of her throat, forcing her to swallow with a convulsive, noisy gulping. There was too much of it. The sperm squirted out of the corners of her mouth, ran down over her chin to drip over her heaving tits.
When it was all over, she pulled back her head and rolled the jism-smeared tips of their cocks around on her lips. She licked and sucked with a wet, slurping sound. Then she leaned back on the sofa, her face coated with jism, and began feverishly fingering her cunt.
"Oh, Jesus!" Bruce moaned. "What a fucking cockhound!"
"Jazz your cunt, baby!" Wally hissed. "Open it up and let it all pour out!"
Drops of jism ran down her neck and chest and trickled between her tits. She rapidly massaged her swollen clit. Pulling up her knees and spreading her thighs, she showed them the raw, gaping wound of her cunt.
"Oh, yeah!" Wally said.
"That's it!" Bruce said.
Their hands pumped their cocks, turned on again by the excitement of watching her masturbate. They kept their eyes riveted on the blur of her hand as she brought herself to the brink of orgasm.
A moment later, the first violent convulsions contorted her face and body. She shuddered through a series of spasms, and finally the tension slowly vanished from her jismsmeared face.
Clutching her cunt, she fell back on the sofa with a groan.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ralph yawned, scratched, and stretched his arms.
Right on time, Helen thought. Now he's going to ask me if I feel like fucking.
"How about some time in the sack?" Ralph said.
Helen smiled. At least he was predictable.
"Are you talking about the usual little rabbit fuck?"
His eyes widened. "Huh?"
"Listen," she said, "if you're talking about our usual dull Saturday night screwing, I'd rather skip it."
"Jesus Christ!" he said. "What the hell's going on? It's Saturday night and the kids are gone for the weekend. I thought we'd get in a little fucking. Is there anything the matter with that?"
There sure is, she thought. He'd have a fit if he knew what she'd been up to the past few months. She was beginning to feel uneasy about all the outside fucking. She'd rather have it between Ralph and herself, private and cozy. Maybe this was the time to have it out with him.
"I'll make a deal," she said. "If you promise to go down on me, I?ll agree to get on the bed."
"Oh, shit."
"People do it all the time, Ralph. Why don't we just try it?"
"It's not clean."
"Don't be an idiot. I'm as clean as any other woman. If you won't go down on me, then let me go down on you. It's my mouth, and I'd like to try it."
"Bullshit," he said.
At least I tried, she thought.
"How about a drink?" he said. "Maybe a drink will get your brain working again. Something is going on with you, and I'd like to know what the hell it is."
She sighed with resignation. "My brain is working, but I'll take the drink anyway. Not too strong, if you please."
The chime on the front door sounded a merry tone. When Helen opened the door, she was surprised to find Nancy Hilliard standing there.
Nancy laughed. "You forgot all about me, didn't you? I told you Frank was out of town and I was coming over. Now with that look on your face, I'm going home."
Covering her confusion, Helen invited Nancy inside. "Join the party," she said. "Ralph is mixing drinks."
Prancing in, her high heels clicking on the wooden floor, Nancy shrugged. "What's going on, honey? You look glum."
Ralph walked into the living room. He'd evidently heard Nancy come in, and he had three daiquiris on a tray. A moment later, the three of them were curled up with their drinks. They chatted a few minutes, and then Nancy raised an eyebrow and tossed Helen a puzzled look. When Helen shrugged, Nancy grinned and a mischievous glitter came to her eyes.
"You two are really something," Nancy said. "Helen looks bored silly and Ralph is sitting there with what looks like a very respectable hard-on. Maybe I ought to go home."
Blushing furiously, Ralph glanced down at his crotch.
"You've been having a fight," Nancy said. She looked at Helen and winked. "I don't feel like going home," Nancy said. "Little old Nancy is going to take the bull by the horn."
Without any warning, the blonde gulped down her drink, wriggled across the room to Ralph, and crouched down at his knees. Purring like a cat, she unzipped his fly and scooped his cock out of his pants.
"Oh, Jesus!" Ralph groaned.
His mouth dropped open. Helen moved over to sit beside him, one arm around his shoulders. She hadn't anticipated anything like this, but now that it was happening, she certainly wasn't going to stop it! The sight of Ralph sitting there with his fat cock dangling out of his pants and Nancy Hilliard on her knees brought a quiver of lust to her pussy.
Extending a hand, Nancy took hold of his cock, rolled the knob with her fingers, and lowered her head. Holding her nose at his cockhead, she sniffed at the oozing slit.
"Smells good," she said. "I bet it tastes good, too!"
With a mewling sound, she licked the seeping fluid off his cockhead, and then ran her tongue up and down the shaft.
Mesmerized, Ralph moaned and shifted his hips. He finally closed his eyes and put his hands on Nancy's head. He seemed totally unaware of Helen's presence beside him.
Digging into his crotch, Nancy scooped out his heavy balls, moved her lips down to the hairy sac, and sucked first one and then the other egg into her mouth. When she had her mouth stuffed with both balls, she suddenly began humming.
Clamping her head between his hands, Ralph groaned. "Oh, Christ!"
Popping his balls out of her mouth, the blonde began working on "his shaft and cockhead again, licking and sucking slowly, savoring the taste of his meat. His cock was twitching by now, and he was obviously close to coming. She stopped sucking and squeezed the swollen cockhead to stop his orgasm.
"My knees hurt," Nancy said. Rising up, she took Ralph's hand and looked at Helen for approval.
"He's all yours," Helen smiled. "At least for awhile."
Too stunned to put up any resistance, he allowed them to lead him to the bedroom. As they stripped off their clothes, Helen found it difficult to believe the reality of it all. Her heart racing with a mixture of anxiety and lust, she watched Nancy and Ralph climbed onto the bed.
Ralph suddenly vented a grunt. "Okay," he said. "If we're going to have a party, let's get going!"
Pushing Nancy down on her back he quickly positioned his cock at the lips of her cunt. The blonde moaned at the first contact of his swollen, dripping cock and the slick, pink meat of her fuck-hole. Suddenly lunging forward, Ralph buried his entire shaft in her cunthole with one smooth stroke.
He began fucking her with a rough, vigorous rhythm, each thrust forcing a groan of pleasure out of her throat.
Helen stared transfixed at her husband and best friend fucking on the bed. Her eyes glazed with lust, she had one hand in her crotch massaging her clit, and the other hand fondling her heavy tits.
Ralph continued fucking, his bloated balls slapping against Nancy's ass, his pubic bone ramming at her crotch. She met him thrust for thrust, screwing her drenched cunt on his pile driving fuck-meat. Her head reared back, her neck veins bulged, the muscles contracted con vulsively. With a series of loud groans, she began humping her ass through her first climax.
"Oh, shit, fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me, you sonofabitch! Fuck my cunt!"
Juice gushing out of her steaming cunt-hole, her hands clutching wildly at his ass, she wrapped her legs high on his back and pumped her cunt at his ramming cock.
Her eyes wide, Helen gazed at the stretched mouth of Nancy's cunt gripping her husband's pistoning cock. The jiggling and slapping of Ralph's balls against the cheeks of Nancy's ass brought a shiver to her spine.
Reaching under Ralph's balls, wetting her fingers in her cuntjuice, Nancy probed the tight brown ring of his asshole. She just touched it at first, using the tip of her little finger, and then, meeting no resistance, she slipped the finger inside.
A grunt came out of Ralph's throat as Nancy's finger began reaming his asshole. A moment later, the blonde slipped a second finger in beside the first, churned both fingers together with a screwing motion, and started a persistent fucking of the hair-rimmed asshole. His teeth clenched, his cock pumping her cunt, Ralph fucked his ass back at the drilling digits.
The fucking in his ass and the grip of Nancy's cunt on his pile-driving cock soon had Ralph approaching his orgasm. His cum-bloated balls suddenly erupted, spurt after spurt of hot jism splashing into Nancy's cunt. The frenzied bucking of his hips triggered another climax in Nancy, and they grunted and groaned together, clutching at each other's bodies.
After the last spasmodic shudder, the last twitch of his shrinking cock, Ralph rolled off the blonde's body with an exhausted groan. When he opened his eyes again, it was to stare in disbelief at the scene on the bed. Crouched over like an animal at a trough, Helen noisily slurped at Nancy's slimy, sperm-coated gash. Her lips and tongue mashed and chewed at the streaming cunt squirming under her mouth as Nancy bucked her hips and groaned. Ralph's cock immediately began to harden again as he watched the lewd scene.
"Eat me, honey!" Nancy moaned. "Suck me out!"
Clamping Helen's head with both hands, she humped against the brunette's voracious mouth. Helen's tongue drilled deep inside the oozing cunt-hole, while her nose and lips massaged Nancy's throbbing clit.
Gripping his throbbing cockshaft, Ralph growled. "Come on, baby! Eat her! Eat that pussy! Jesus, what a sight!"
He suddenly leaped off the bed, positioned himself behind Helen's plump, undulating ass cheeks, and moved forward until his cock was pressing against the deep crack of her ass. Bending forward, he located the juice-drenched fuck-hole and rammed in the thick head of his cock. His eyes fixed on his wife's head twisting and churning in Nancy's crotch, he took firm hold of her hips and plunged forward to ream out her steaming cunt.
Helen, half delirious, vented a deep groan.
"Fuck, baby!" Ralph cried. "Eat that pussy! I'll fuck you while you eat her! Oh, Christ!"
Slapping her cunt back at each stroke of his cock, her mouth continued its slurping at Nancy's fuck-hole. Helen's mind was in a whirl. Ralph's cock kept ramming her cunt to the very end of the channel, his cockhead jabbing at her womb. With each stroke his belly jammed against her ass cheeks, his balls swinging between his legs to slap at her hairy, gaping hole.
"I'm coming!" Ralph groaned. "I'm going to shoot my load into your sweet pussy!"
Convulsing with her own orgasm, Helen cried out when Ralph's hot load began gushing into her cunt. She clenched her teeth over Nancy's cunt as the spasms surged up from her crotch. Humping her cunt against Helen's face, Nancy caught the fever and crashed over the brink into a shattering orgasm of her own.
After long minutes of silent recuperation, Nancy was the first to speak. She looked at Ralph and grinned.
"Are you still talking to us?"
A sheepish smile spread over Ralph's face. "I guess I was wrong about a lot of things," he said. "Everyone makes mistakes. Let's forget it and enjoy ourselves."
"Does that mean you're ready for more?"
Chuckling, he grabbed her hand and put it on his twitching cock. Nancy smiled at Helen. Helen nodded, and without a word they pushed him down on his back with his legs spread wide.
"It's my turn," Helen said.
After slipping her fingers down to her sopping wet pussy, she bent over his legs and moved her hand beneath his balls to lightly finger his asshole. Grabbing the base of his half-hard cock with her free hand, she engulfed all of it, cockhead and shaft, with her mouth.
Ralph groaned as she slid his slippery cock between her lips. She moved his meat from one side to the other, sliding the tip under her upper lip, against her palate, bathing it in her warm saliva until it stiffened and swelled.
Nancy now straddled Ralph's head and lowered her cunt to his face.
"Give me some tongue!" she hissed. "Fuck me with your tongue!"
Gazing up at the gobs of cum clinging to the blonde hairs rimming her outer cuntlips, Ralph hesitated a moment. Extending his tongue, he began tentatively licking at the pink cunt. He ran his tongue up and down the groove, over the quivering red tip of her prominent clit, and then into the ragged, juice-filled cunt-hole.
With Helen sucking and chewing on his cock, and his own mouth on Nancy's hot gash, Ralph was consumed with a fever of lust. Grabbing Nancy's hanging tits, he mashed them in his hands. Juice was now pouring out of her cunt, and he was forced to swallow it by the mouthful.
Pulling her mouth off his cock, Helen groaned. "Let him fuck you again. I want to watch him fuck you."
Nancy giggled. Climbing off Ralph, she crouched on all fours.
"Go on, honey," Helen said. "Fuck her brains out!"
Positioning himself behind Nancy, his hand on his cock, Ralph guided his cockhead to the pink, dripping cuntlips and eased into the cunt-hole. His balls pressing against her crotch, he leaned forward and grabbed the blonde's swinging tits. It occurred to him that Helen on all fours with her tits hanging down like heavy melons would be a delicious fuck.
Maneuvering her body, Helen crawled around to Nancy's head and positioned her cunt under the blonde's face. Prying open her hairy cuntlips with her fingers, she offered her juicy gash to her friend's mouth.
With a soft moan, Nancy clamped her mouth over the brunette's meaty cunt and began sucking on the swollen clit.
Ralph continued ramming his cock into Nancy, withdrawing it almost completely, and then sliding it in again. At the end of each thrust, Nancy's cunt muscles held his cock in an exquisite grip. He clutched at her tits, pulling and tugging the long pink nipples. Before long he could feel his third climax approaching. Ramming the blonde's cunt, he suddenly groaned as the cream began pouring out of him in a thick flood, spurt after spurt of hot jism splattering the walls of Nancy's cunt.
As he continued fucking her through the finale, his balls slapping wetly against her smooth white ass, Nancy jammed her tongue up Helen's cunt-hole to carry the fever of the fucking to the brunette's body.
After the two women reached an almost simultaneous climax, the trio finally broke apart. When Ralph pulled his limp cock out of Nancy's cunt, Helen crawled over, lowered her face to his crotch, and began licking the mingled love juices from his cock and balls. Nancy came behind Helen to clean the brunette's cunt with long swipes of her agile tongue. Moments later, Ralph maneuvered his face to Nancy's crotch and he began licking up the remnants of cunt-juice and sperm coating the blonde's meaty gash.
Helen finally pulled away to watch her husband cleaning off Nancy. As soon as he finished, she playfully pinched his ass.
"I could use some of that," she said.
She stretched out on the bed and he moved over her body. He held her face in his hands and kissed her with love in his eyes. He ran his lips across her shoulders and throat. He licked her huge, taut nipples, suckling and nuzzling them. Then he moved down, tonguing and kissing his way over her belly to her crotch.
Pulling her knees back, she offered him the meat of her cunt.
"Suck my pussy!" she moaned. "Eat me!"
Pressing his face to her juice-coated cunt, he began lapping the outer lips. She draped her legs over his shoulders and jammed her heels against his back to urge him on. He began working the inner folds of her cunt, sucking at the drooping lips, nibbling at her swollen clit. She trembled and moaned when he took the quivering tip between his teeth and flicked at it with his tongue.
Reaching beneath her hips, he raised up her ass and moved his tongue down the wet crack to the wrinkled brown ring of her asshole. When his tongue squirmed into the tight hole, Helen giggled and tangled her fingers in his hair.
"Oh, God, yes!" she crooned. "That's delicious!"
She clamped her thighs around his head to welcome him home.
