All her life Helen Scott had been insecure. She had nothing about which to be insecure, nevertheless, insecurity seemed a natural part of her makeup.
To begin with, Helen was five feet tall, not an inch over. Her blonde hair was platinum, almost white, yet with just enough of a hint of sun in it to look blonde rather than silver. She had a small face, oval, with small, wide-set eyes of cerulean blue, a tiny little nose that was straight, and at times red because of Helen's hobby, and a small, heart-shaped mouth.
Helen had one of those curvy bodies with medium-sized breasts, an extremely narrow waist, roller-coaster hips, and slender thighs. She was thirty-six now, herself the mother of a fourteen-year-old boy in military school, married to Andy Scott, the village mechanic. Andy had, at one time or another, owned a service station that had handled gas from every major oil company in America. He was a master mechanic, and that included being able to weld two halves of two different cars of the same make together to make one car.
Andy was the reason Helen had a hobby. That hobby consisted of a fifth of scotch daily, taken over a long interval, so that Helen was able to stay on a high without getting completely swacked. From the night she had been married to Andy, Helen had come to hate her husband, and with good reason. Though he was an amiable sort most of the time, when it came to fucking, he was a total animal.
On their wedding night he had raped her, and fucking hadn't varied one iota since then. This morning had been a perfect example of everything in Andy that Helen hated.
She had come from the bathroom after a shower, wearing one of her hip-length nighties. Having lived with Andy so long, she was certain the sight of her near-nakedness didn't bother him. Now and again he got the crazies, but usually the sight of her didn't disturb him. It had been almost a month since he had fucked her, and though Helen hated sex, herself, she loved the smooth feel of the sensual material against her skin. She was totally naked under it, and the pressure had her completely aroused.
Stepping into the bedroom, she saw Andy, and from the way he was staring at her while sitting up in bed, she knew what was going on in his runty mind. Andy was short, about five-feet-six, if that much, squat, chunky, with round cheeks, short-cropped black hair that was turning gray, and a small mouth. His body was soft and flabby by now, though working as a mechanic kept him from really getting too fat.
His eyes were firmly fastened on the pinkness of her nipples, showing through the filmy nightie she was wearing. He had looked at her in this outfit countless times during the past fifteen years, but he not only looked through her clothing, but her body, as well. But this was one of those mornings when the "urge" was upon him. Suddenly every sensuous detail of her delightful nakedness became lucidly clear to his squinting eyes, from her tiny, swelling nipples, right down to the soft, furry sparse triangle of golden pubic hair that nestled comfortably below her flat belly.
Andy suddenly went crazy, again!
All that mattered to him was getting his rocks off by ramming his already growing, stiffening, hardening length of cock into the pink crater between her tantalizing thighs. She wasn't his wife, but some "thing" to fuck, something he had to have at any cost. Nothing else mattered at such times other than the getting off of his balls.
Helen was still able to hear herself talking to her husband as she looked at him that morning.
"What's wrong?" she had asked.
There had been no verbal response from the man. There never was at such times, she remembered with a shudder. He had merely reached out and grabbed her, a deep animal growl in the depths of his throat, erupting like lava from Vesuvius itself, and he had slammed her roughly onto the mattress beside him while whipping the covers out of the way. He didn't bother removing her fragile nightie, but rather shoved it up around her throat, bunching it there.
"A-Andy, be gentle, n-not like th-this!. . . " she had gasped as she had pleaded so many times before, and like so many previous times her plea had gone unheeded.
Her cry, as usual, had resounded through the room in terror as he held her clamped down with one hand and ran the other lushly over the lovely contours of her tantalizing body. She resisted as best she could, but he was cruelly gripping and kneading her firm round breasts with hands no longer under the control of a sane mind. Tight puffs of flesh protruded painfully in white bloodless ridges between the man's straining fingers. His mouth had dropped to the budding nipples of her breasts and he chewed hungrily at their tips until he felt the soft and resilient flesh give way and the copper taste of blood had oozed from a slight cut onto his lashing tongue.
"No.. . my God...ohhhhhh...not like this. . . not like this.. . don't do this to me, Andy. . . n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o. . . . " she had screamed, but the words had tumbled unheeded, as always, from her tortured lips.
In his madness, the man had held her wildly straining body tightly pressed against the bed. She was imprisoned there by the heavy weight of his tense, hairy chest. As always, he felt like a huge rock lying on top of her. She normally wore her long blonde hair up, but she hadn't had time to care for it, and now it began thrashing helplessly from side to side on the bed, her face contorted with horror, her blue eyes flashing wide with the knowledge that she was about to know pain again. She had begged him more loudly and strongly than ever before, until the sounds pouring from her lips had suddenly become nothing more than a meaningless jumble of words. Now he was ready to pierce her helplessly tight body again.
Ignoring her low-moaning pleas, the man had rolled his heavy weight on top of his wife's slim form, catching her delightful body as her long, slim legs scissored out in a last, desperate effort to escape his brutal assault. As a result, his hips had fallen heavily between her wide-splayed thighs, pinning her buttocks to the bed. The softness of her downy pelvic curls had brushed tantalizingly against his pulsating phallus, arousing and inciting the man all the more to incoherent mumblings of crazed and uncontrollable lust.
The picture of herself as she saw herself in the dresser mirror across the room now flickered through Helen's mind, but as if in slow motion. Her husband's knees had held her slim white thighs wide apart, and he had ground his pelvis solidly into her defenselessly squirming groin. The continued spasmodic twitching of the hollows of her soft inner loins had aroused him to where he had driven his hand between them. He had been searching to place his pulsing cock, striving to reach that goal he hadn't tried for in almost a month, and suddenly, very brutally, he once again had discovered it.
He had jammed his blood-bloated organ between the moistly fleshy lips of her cunt with a lustful moan, shoving it all the way forward into the wetly quivering depths of her sucking vagina. Helen had squealed like a pig as she had always done when Andy did this to her, kicking her legs out insanely in the air in a helpless and futile attempt to escape the cruel impalement, but, as always, her struggles had merely served to worsen what was taking place, and her ears were still filled with the guttural screechings that had been issued by her mouth as the man's rock-solid organ had battered its way into the hot, buttery depths of her somewhat dry vagina, feeling her folds yield to his driving pressure.
At last his pelvis had smacked solidly into her pubic mound, signaling that he was as far in as he was going to go. The funny thing was, Andy was neither long nor thick, but because he was so impatient and went into her while she was still dry, he always hurt her.
The man's rigid column of slender flesh and muscle lay sunk to its limit in the depths of her quiveringly helpless belly. The hot, moist walls of her cunt--barely moist-had wrapped themselves tight around the pulsating hardness.
Knowing he was all the way in, Andy hadn't stopped to rest, not even for a moment. He hadn't given her an opportunity to adjust to the sudden presence of his dagger-like cock in her screaming depths, but had, as always, simply started fucking away, ramming his cock in and out of her seething feminine swamp, waiting for the mired oils to build up and massage his cock and bring him to satisfaction. He fucked her like a dog gone mad. He had but one thought, and that had been to spew his sticky sperm into the deepest part of her where it belonged. He didn't even stop to think that it was odd that Helen had never again become pregnant following the birth of their only son. He didn't know she had gone to a doctor one day, and he had performed a ligation in his office, so that she need never worry about going through the horrors she had suffered while giving birth to Phil, their son.
Andy had vented his lust against Helen's groaning body time and time again, flooding her belly with his lubricant for what seemed like hours before he had finally begun spurting sperm into her. Then it felt like a non-stop lava eruption as one geyser of semen after another poured into her.
Finished, he had rolled off her, belched once, used the nightgown around her neck to wipe off his cock, then had finished getting dressed and had gone off to work, leaving Helen home alone. She had been so upset, she had called in to work telling them she would be out for the day, and had proceeded to dig out a new bottle of scotch. She was in no shape to be a hostess at the restaurant that afternoon.
CHAPTER TWO
Had Helen gone to work, everything would have been different. But in feeling sorry for herself, she had started hitting the bottle a little earlier than usual, had gotten almost drunk, and knowing she was in no shape to work, had called the restaurant ahead of time. She did this about once a month, and the owner of the restaurant accepted it, simply because Helen was so good at her work, and the money she earned was relatively little. Had she been less eager to drink, she would have been a hostess in one of the swankier restaurants in the city. As it was, she had to settle for a third-class hash house on Long Island.
By two-thirty in the afternoon, she had finished her bottle for the day. Helen had the good sense to limit herself to one bottle no matter what, knowing if she began adding to it, little by little, she would become a worse alcoholic than she already was, and she was bad enough so that her liver was already showing signs of giving up the struggle.
She lay on her couch in the living room for an hour, then sat up, feeling dizzy, but first feeling the effects of the alcohol starting to pass. By the time Andy came home, at six, she would look sober again, and she would have his dinner on the table. Andy would remember almost nothing of what had happened between them. His animal lusts sated for the moment, he would be content to ignore her. He had come from a home where the father had treated the mother like dirt, and so had assumed this was the way all husbands treated their wives. Wives were meant to keep house, clean clothing, prepare meals, bring home a little extra money when they went to work, bring up the kids, and occasionally fuck. He, in turn, was required to bring home enough money to pay the bills, take her to a movie once a week on Saturday night, go out twice a week, once to binge with the fellas and play poker, and once to get laid properly from a prostitute, and smack his wife down if she ever objected. To date, Helen had had the good sense to never object.
But deep down, Helen was a romanticist. She read all those Carousel Romance novels by Valerie James and Rhoda Seville, and she imagined that somewhere in these United States life was something like that. She ached to have a man come and sweep her off her feet. There were Carousel Romance novels lying all over her house in the living room, in the master bedroom, in the kitchen, and even in a basket in the bathrooms.
By quarter-to-four she was reading one of the romance novels, and she was just getting engrossed, when she heard a knock at her front door. She was seated in her living room, a nicely furnished room with throw rugs instead of carpeting, and almost-Victorian furniture she had gotten from various sales. Helen had done all the furnishing, including the sending of the furniture to various re-upholsterers so that it all looked matching.
Walking from the living room to the small foyer, she opened the front door and found herself facing a boy, no more than fifteen, but tall, about five-feet-eleven, slender, with light-brown hair, tan skin, twinkling brown eyes, a short nub for a nose, and a wide smile. He was athletically built because he was on his high school track team, and the moment Helen saw him, she smiled at him.
It had been almost a year since she had seen Chris Cerrone, or, as his father always called him, Zip, or Zippy. When he had been born, the boy had looked like a hairy little monkey. So his father had nicknamed him Zippy, after the famous TV monkey. His friends all called him Zip. The nickname had stuck, even though the hair had all fallen off two days after he had been born. Since then, he had sprouted a fine head of hair, and there was hair visible under his arms because he was wearing a sleeveless undershirt. Helen had no doubt he had hair in one other place but she didn't stop to think about it.
Zip had grown a lot in the past year, about four or five inches. There was the littlest hint of lint on his face. One day, in about a year, he would have to start shaving.
"Hi, Aunt Helen," he said, smiling. "Mom asked if she might borrow some flour. She's baking a cake." Even his voice had changed. It was deep, not sonorous, but still deep and smooth. Helen liked it. He was becoming a man.
"Sure, Zip," she nodded. "Come on in."
She led the way from the foyer to the right, into the kitchen, and finding a large measuring cup, she filled it with flour and handed it to the boy.
"I'll bring the cup right back," he said, smiling.
"No hurry," she told him.
"Hey," he said, stopping and looking at her, no longer with the eyes of the little boy he had always been, but rather the way a man would look at a woman, "did anyone ever tell you, Aunt Helen, that you are one really stunning lady?"
"Come on, Zip," she teased. "You're starting to sound like your father. He's the Casanova of the neighborhood, and I'm afraid you're thinking of following in his footsteps."
"It doesn't alter the fact that you're beautiful," the boy told her, reaching out and touching her face.
Helen grabbed his hand, intent on pulling it away. Hell! He was a fifteen-year-old boy and had no right to so much as think of something like this. She was a mature lady, not some teenager. If he had been about twenty years older everything would have been fine. She would have loved listening to an older man talk to her this way. God! Romance seemed to be either something one read about, or else it was something the rest of the world experienced, but she didn't.
"Zip," she insisted. "Stop trying to grow up too quickly."
"Why?" he asked, tilting her chin up to him with his free hand. "I still think you're really a wow, Aunt Helen. Gee! I hope Uncle Andy appreciates you."
"Zip, get that flour over to your mother."
"Yeah, sure. But tell me, why does it bother you to hear me tell you what a good-looking woman you are?. "
"Zip!! ! "
"Good-looking? Hell, no! You're great-looking," he smiled, and before she realized what was happening, the boy bent and kissed her smack on the lips. It wasn't a long kiss, but it wasn't a short one, either. What was more, she felt his tongue flick across her lips, and suddenly something happened inside her. Something sensuous came to life as it never had with her husband, and it took all her inner strength to keep from responding to the boy.
Pulling his lips from hers, he winked at her, saying, "I'll bring the cup back as soon as Mom's finished with it," and before she was able to reply, he was gone. it;
CHAPTER THREE
Helen felt acutely embarrassed. She was blushing, feeling like a schoolgirl all over again. She had been just that, a schoolgirl, when Andy had come to town and had seen her. He had just come out of the army, and Helen had been fascinated by his uniform more than anything else. He had lived right next door to her, and when he had asked her out, she had consented to go with him, against her parents' wishes. He had taken her mostly to local movies, occasionally to the roller rink, but never dancing. Each time he had tried kissing her, she had told him nice girls didn't go around kissing just any man, and she realized now that he had been so hot for her, the continued refusals on her part to submit to so much as a kiss had finally sparked him to ask her to marry him.
The marriage proposal, her first-and as it turned out, her only-was so flattering, Helen had agreed. She had allowed Andy to chastely kiss her that night for the first time, and three weeks later, she had married him. Directly from the church, they had left the little town where she had lived all her life, and he had taken her on a plane to New York, to Long Island, to a small home where he had put a down payment, telling her they would honeymoon at a later time, but now he had a business to build up.
That night, she had faced her first outrage on her body, and it had been a living nightmare. But Andy, afterward, had acted as if that was the way he was supposed to act, and had not apologized, nor had he promised to be gentler the next time. Helen had soon learned the next time was a week later, and it was just as horrible, as were all succeeding bed forays with her husband. But her parents had warned her when she had gone away with Andy that she was married to the man now, and she was not to come seeking help from them in any way. So for fifteen years Helen had suffered; suffered when her husband had fucked her; suffered when she had given birth; and emotionally suffered all the time because she had wanted life to be a sort of fairy tale. Her little vine-covered cottage was not vine-covered, but shingle-covered. Nor was it a cottage, but a split-ranch, the worst kind of house, because there were steps, steps, and more steps.
Now she stood looking at the open door through which Zip had disappeared, feeling warm all over, as she did when reading all those romantic novels. God! If anyone ever knew what was going on in her mind, she would be the laughing-stock of the community.
Shrugging, she returned to the living room with the intent of reading more of the romance book she had started. But as she read, thoughts of Zip kept intruding themselves into her mind. The hero in the book suddenly had the boy's features, though in her mind Helen aged him a bit, and as time passed, Helen began to think the ideal lover would be Zip in about five more years, maybe six or seven.
It was four-thirty when she heard a wrapping on the screen door, and hurrying to the door, she saw Zip standing there with the empty cup. Her face instantly reddened.
"Come in, Zip," she said, backing into the living room.
"Hi," he smiled. "Hey, look, I'm sorry about before, Aunt Helen. I didn't mean anything bad. I mean, you are a beautiful lady, and I just kinda figured I hadda kiss you. But if I did something wrong, I'm really sorry."
She took the cup from him, saying, "It's very adult of you to know when you're wrong and apologize, but I have to be starting supper for Andy very shortly.. . so...it might be...a good idea...if...you just sort of.. . . "
The boy was looking at her, his eyes glittering with an overpowering intensity that she was barely able to hear herself talk.
"Yeah, sure, I will, Aunt Helen," he said, watching as she put the cup on the living room coffee table. "But I figure you're a grown-up lady, and you have a lotta common sense, so maybe you can help me out of a predicament I've suddenly found myself in."
Helen suddenly found herself shaking all over. Wanting to hide it as much as possible, she slowly walked over to the easy chair across the room and sat in it very slowly, wondering just what kind of trouble a good-looking boy like this had gotten into. She waited, staring at him, noting his large brown eyes were locked onto her, then slowly he sighed and said, "It's like this, Aunt Helen. I know I'm just a kid, but you see, I sort of developed this crush on someone. I like her, I like her a lot."
"Did you get her into any kind of trouble?" Helen asked.
"Oh gosh, no!" the boy told her, shaking his head. "She doesn't even know how I feel about her. I mean, it's just a boyish crush, I know, but I feel like I kinda love her."
"This is serious," Helen said in a mock tone of voice, inwardly aware her Sir Lancelot was already finding out about women. He was obviously going to be one terrific lover.
"You ain't kidding," the boy told her. "I mean, look, I'll be honest, I've been more than friendly with some girls in school, and I know what sex is all about. They were kinda nice and taught me everything, and when I say everything, I mean everything."
"Zip, this is none of my business," she insisted.
"But it is, Aunt Helen. You see, you're the person I have this crush on, and each time I do things with these other girls, I keep thinking I'm doing them with you."
"Zip!" she gasped.
"I love you, Aunt Helen," he told her, his voice just barely audible. "I mean, I really love you. I gotta tell you to your face. I know you think a kid like me ain't got no right to love a grown-up woman like you, but I think you're really someone terrific, someone extra-special. There, I said it, and I'm not sorry."
A declaration of love was the last thing Helen had expected from this handsome youth her mind had thought of as the archetypical modern lover. As a result, she found herself blushing, more than a little excited by his admission. Perhaps the worst thing was the way she was dressed at the moment, because she really hadn't expected to see anyone today after what her husband had done to her. She had taken a long hot bath when Andy had gone, washing herself out, and then she had donned a skimpy halter and shorts, and her flushing skin was apparent all the way down to her toes. The boy looked as if he wanted to jump up and grab her lewdly supple breasts, and deep down she wished he would do just that. But no! Zip wasn't another Andy. He wouldn't hurt her. She knew that just from looking at him. Still, he was just a boy; she had no intention of encouraging him.
"I don't know what to say, Zip," she finally replied. "I mean, I'm very flattered, really. . . . " her voice was filled with all kinds of uncertainty while her mind was already tinged with excitement. "I mean, I wish there was something for me to say, but. . . . "
"Hey, I know, I know," the boy continued before she was able to think of anything else to say. "You're a beautiful woman, a married woman, and I'm just a kinda punk kid who has his head in the clouds sorta dreamin' about you. I know. I mean, this is a kinda old story. It's happened to a lotta people before me, and I guess it'll happen to a lotta kids after me. But the thing is, when I'm with you, I don't feel like a kid...I feel different, really different. It's not like I'm outta place with kids my own age. Heck! I'm at home with just about anyone. But the thing is, when I'm with you, I feel like a real man for a change. I feel like those guys who say they can move mountains. Gee! I think you're about the most fabulous woman in the whole world, Aunt Helen."
"Zip, you are a big boy," she assured him. "In fact, since we're not really related, you can drop that Aunt business. From now on just call me Helen. Look, soon you'll find a girl a lot closer to your own age in whom you'll really be interested. When you do, you'll forget all about me."
"Hey, come on," the boy shrugged. "I may find some chick after a while, but the truth is, you know, and so do I that I ain't gonna be forgetting you. You're really a beauty, Aunt.. . I mean, Helen. No matter who I find, she ain't gonna be like you."
"I think it's very sweet of you to say that, Zip.. . . "
"I'm not just saying it," the boy insisted. "I mean it."
"Look, I think it might be a good idea if you left before things got sort of. . . . "
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Okay, I'll go," he nodded.
"And don't worry. Someday you'll be able to love a beautiful girl who'll love you back."
The two of them stood at the same time, both walking toward the small front foyer, and though she struggled to keep her emotions inside her, Helen knew she was attracted very strongly to the boy-a lot more strongly than she had been before, when she had thought of him as an ideal lover. Her body was beginning to glow with desire, something she had never felt for her husband-never! She longed to feel his hard and youthful frame close to hers, aching to reach out and touch and embrace him. Oh it would be with motherly affection more than anything else. After all, he was just about the same age as her own son. Though it was summer, Phil had opted to stay at the military school and try and earn more points. She did miss the boy. Zip's being here made her think of him for a moment, but the truth was, she wasn't thinking of Zip as she would a son.
How strange it was that she shared emotions with this fifteen-year-old boy. But she didn't dare let him know, and she had to keep her hands to herself. She was a married woman, and even if she hated the sight of her husband, there wasn't much she would be able to do. If Andy ever did divorce her, he wouldn't bother supporting her no matter what the courts ordered. No, she didn't dare give in to any foolish romantic impulses, for to do so would break all the laws of morality, written and otherwise. But God! How her heart was drumming in her chest, and she had to admit her lips yearned to kiss those of the boy, just once, just to find out what it was like to be kissed by someone who really counted.
"Well, I guess this is good-bye," Zip said to her at the door. "I mean, I'll see you from time to time and all that, but I think it might be a kinda good idea if I didn't drop by here when you're alone."
"You're right," Helen nodded. "I mean, I like you and all, Zip, but this isn't right...I mean we shouldn't.. . . "
God! She was all but coming out and admitting to the youth that she felt as strongly about him as he did about her. It seemed unbearable all of a sudden to have him leave. God! He embodied all the things in life she had wanted but had never had. He was all the dreams she had enjoyed since having gotten married. He was every hero in every romance book ever written.
The two of them stood facing one another in the doorway, their eyes locked together as if a tractor beam was between them, and Helen felt every muscle in her body straining to reach out for the youth. God! The blonde woman felt tears well up in her. He was going to go, and once he did, the spell would be broken, for no matter how many times they met in the future, it would never be like this.
"Oh, God!" she gasped, and at that moment all the walls, all the barriers, all the doors between them seemed to open, and without meaning to do so, she stepped back into the foyer, and he was following her, moving toward her. In the next instant their arms were wrapped tightly around one another in a forbidden embrace, their hands clutching tightly to one another's bodies, each clinging to the other as if for dear life, like two shipwrecked strangers alone on a desert island.
The boy held the enthralled housewife close to him, clutching her very tightly, unable to keep himself from being carried away by all that was happening. Not that Zip was emotionally unstable, but he definitely was young, and his emotions were still developing, and in that instant he suddenly came to regard Helen as being his.
The odd thing was, he had started all this as a lark. He had been certain Helen would kick him out. Not that he didn't love her, but he really hadn't thought a woman like her would be interested in a kid like himself. Discovering, all of a sudden, that she was interested, he suddenly came to think of her as his personal possession. He had fucked quite a few fifteen and even sixteen-year-old girls, but he had never had a mature woman before, and to have his Aunt Helen, well, that would really be a coup. She was one helluva looker, even if she was starting to get some bags under her eyes. This close, he smelled the whiskey on her breath, and suddenly he knew why she had bags.
Drawing away from her a little, he looked at her, holding her face between his hands, and Helen, who was still slightly under the influence of all she had imbibed, stared at him and saw only the man she had longed for all these many years. He leaned down and kissed her, slowly, tantalizingly, carefully, lingeringly. Desire continued mounting in both of them with every passing second.
For Helen, it was all too incredible to believe. It was a fantasy suddenly coming true. He was no longer a boy, but a man. The thrills she experienced as she continued kissing the boy made her softly rounded body shudder from head to foot.
She knew she should not be doing this. Her bewildered brain was crying out to her to regain her sanity, but her body wanted it, and as a result, she was powerless to stop what was happening. One wave of desire after another surged through her. It was definitely like all the things that she had read about in those romance novels, where the heroine, alone and frightened, finally comes upon the hero, who, after some indecision, finally admits his love for her. She knew then and there she was going to commit adultery as she found herself kissing back hungrily, holding his lean, hard body tightly against her own form, kissing him with both, desperation and love, feeling submerged in the extraordinary pleasures shooting through her as her dreams suddenly turned into realities. Desires were coming true, and it felt so good, so wonderful.
"My husband...Uncle Andy...he'll be coming soon," she whispered in an attempt to try and grasp at sanity, her lips murmuring anxiously against the boy's neck as he began showering her with blissful kisses. "We shouldn't, Zip, we shouldn't.. . . "
"When will he be home?" the boy whispered into her ear.
"Six," she muttered, as she felt his hands reaching behind her, trying to loosen her halter top.
"We have time, Aunt Helen," he said, slipping back into the "Aunt" bit, though making his mounting arousal known by pressing his pulsing cock solidly against her, making her aware it was harder than a rock as it pushed out the material of his trousers. The boy's sexual appetite had been whetted, heatedly aroused, and he moved with a determined steadiness to overcome all her apprehensiveness because he wanted her, really wanted her. The boy knew he probably wouldn't be able to dip his wick this time. Hell! If he did that, good as it felt, she would eventually become a victim of her own conscience and hate herself, blaming herself for everything. That was something Zip didn't want. He made decisions on the spur of the moment, and he knew from the way she was clinging to him that her sex life with her husband had to be somewhere south of lousy. There was every probability she had never experienced an orgasm in her entire life. The thing was, if he made her come without shooting off his load-he'd be able to pop his wad with some chick a little later-she would come to understand what orgasm was all about. Then, over a period of days, days where he wouldn't show up at all, she would ache for more, and when he finally did show up, she would not only welcome him into her home, but she would do anything, anything at all that he wanted.
The thing was, Zip was possessive, but he was also practical. Though he professed to love Helen, the truth was, he was enamored of her. More than that, he was smart enough to understand that once he did fuck her, if he did the job right, she was the kind of volcanic woman who would want more and more. In all probability she would want more than he would be able to give. Therefore, the smart thing to do would be to cash in on it. After all, how many friends did he have who would love to fuck an older woman? The trick here was to dominate the woman without her realizing he was the one in control. He would have to make her think everything was her idea, to the point where she would actually thank him for getting her those other young boys. The only thing she wouldn't have to know was that the boy was making certain financial arrangements with these boys.
All this went through Zip's mind in less than a fraction of a second. Yes, he did love Aunt Helen, and he was going to love her in just about every way possible. What was more, he was going to prove his love for her by bringing her more satisfaction than he, himself, would give. As a result, he would also profit, though she need never know about that.
But to make it all come true, he had to get her to show him her cunt. That was his goal for today.
"Aunt Helen," he whispered, his mouth clamped on hers, kissing her and whispering heated sounds into her mouth. "I want to see you naked. I have to. You're so lovely. . . . "
"Oh, God...no! We can't do anything like that!" Helen insisted, the shock of his request sobering her just a little, though she felt the tide of desire inside her continually mount to where she soon knew she would do anything he wished.
"Please...oh, please...I may never have another chance to look at how wonderful and beautiful you are," he murmured. "You're so white, so shiny, so perfect. Please let me look at you.. . at all of you.. . . "
Almost as if she were dreaming Helen responded, totally overwhelmed by her desire for the handsome young boy. She ignored all warnings of conscience, telling herself her marriage was a farce and she owed Andy absolutely nothing. Hell! She knew he was fucking around on the outside with those prostitutes.
Tingling with excitement, she let the boy lead her back into the living room. Slowly he removed her already unhooked halter, exposing the perfect whiteness of her throbbing breasts, letting the cool air in the room wash all over them. Her pink areolae, each the size of a double-eagle, seemed to expand and enlarge even more. The rosy buds of her nipples, which, in all her years of marriage had not swelled even once, suddenly enlarged, becoming erect and tight, jutting out pulsatingly from the white swells of her full breasts.
"Gee, you have such lovely breasts," the boy whispered, his voice a soft moan as his eyes fell on her firmly up-thrust mounds. "Gee, Aunt Helen, please.. . please.. . I can't help myself. I have to taste them.. . I just have to.. . . "
Before Helen was able to protest, the handsome youth had embraced her all over again, his hands sliding behind her naked back and holding her close to him as he dipped his face against the front of her and began kissing and tasting the nakedly quivering swells of flesh that were her breasts-breasts as soft as doves. He sucked first at one nipple, then the other nipple, tasting each mound in turn while Helen continued moaning with pleasure from the deft way his mouth worked against her.
Andy, her husband, had never, but never done anything like this with her. Andy was brutality personified. Zip, on the other hand, was treating her tenderly, reverently, and she found herself lost in the kind of bliss that had heretofore existed solely in her imagination. She held the young boy's head gently, tangling her fingers in his brown hair while his mouth continued working resiliently over the softness of her eager flesh.
The boy began slowly moving himself lower, allowing his wet, warmly licking tongue to trail tantalizingly downward until it reached the short, narrow waistband of the shorts she was wearing. Then, falling onto his knees before her, Zip carefully unhooked the shorts and lowered them over the flowering hips and voluptuous curves, letting them slide down the tapered loveliness of her slender thighs to her ankles. His eyes remained riveted on her white, flat belly.
Helen permitted him to do so, as if she were caught in some kind of hypnotic spell, enchanted by the wonderfully romantic idea of this handsome son of her best friend undressing her as if she were the goddess of love and beauty to whose loveliness he was paying homage. There was something intensely exciting about the forbidden wickedness in which Helen was indulging. She and Zip were sharing a wonderfully delightful secret, a special moment in time that no one else in the world would ever know about. This was like a gift from Olympus itself, a storybook dream come true, and she allowed herself to totally revel in it. Delicately Helen lifted first one foot then the other, allowing the now-heatedly lustful, handsome youth to remove her shorts, and then, her eyes glistening with happiness, she let him ease her down to the sofa, feeling the softness of the plush cushion against her back, and she lay there, wearing the flimsiest pair of white bikini panties that almost seemed to blend into the whiteness of her nakedly gleaming flesh.
"Love you," the boy whispered. "Can't help myself."
"Yes, yes," Helen smiled. "I love you, too."
"Must be like you," he insisted. "Have to undress.
Wouldn't be right to make you show me yourself, and then keep myself hidden. Have to undress," the boy insisted.
"Yes," Helen gasped, closing her eyes, feeling like a little girl all over again as she drifted into the highly active world dominated by her imagination. In her mind she was once again the young girl Andy had discovered when he had come out of the army. But the boy with her was now Zip, and he wasn't fifteen, but more like twenty-two or twenty-three. He was the ideal love-partner, and she was going to share something blissful with him. She felt vibrantly alive, her almost-naked body trembling with eager anticipation, anxious to release all the love she had kept in reserve for this lover of her girlish, romantic dreams.
With a faintly amused smile on his young face, Zip realized he had his Aunt Helen where he wanted her. He hadn't suspected there was so much of the little girl in her. He began understanding that people grow up in different ways, and in some ways different people don't grow up at all. He stared at her, locking his lips, knowing, if he wanted, he would be able to do anything with her, anything his heart desired. But if he wasn't careful, it would be for one-time-only. No! Aunt Helen was far too good to waste. He had a feeling that once she was turned loose, she would be a tigress. The smart thing would be to stick to his original plan and make her want him so bad, when next he came around, she would be the one to initiate something between them. When that happened, he would know for sure that he'd be able to do as he pleased over a long period of time, including the making of some nice money using her. Most amusing of all, she would be certain he was doing it simply out of love for her, and she would be forever grateful. He eagerly removed his clothing.
From her supine position, stretched out as she was on the sofa, Helen watched as Zip's lithe, young, muscular body was revealed for the first time to her questing eyes. When he had been a little boy she had seen his naked body when his mother had changed him, but that little boy and the youth now standing in her living room were two different people to her mind. He was slender, with a hard, masculine frame, and she had to admit, for a young boy, he was extremely well-hung. He was certainly longer and thicker than Andy, but she assumed just about any male was longer and thicker than Andy. Not that Zip was immense, although when he was full-grown, in five or six more years, she was certain his penis would be somewhat larger than at present. The boy had heavily swaying balls with a fine lint covering, totally unlike the black, hairy duffel-bag dangling between her husband's legs. They swayed from side to side as he walked, though the scrotum was already tightening and pulling them up into his groin. To Helen, the naked boy looked like a young Apollo who had just descended in a golden chariot with the express purpose of making love to her.
Walking over to the sofa, Zip seated himself beside Helen, on the edge, his youthful, shining face a mask of adoration, creating the image of a maturing Eros. Reaching out very gently, the boy slowly eased his fingers into the elastic waistband of Helen's white bikini panties, and he eased them down, sliding them over her succulently white hips.
Helen was totally blinded by the fantasy filling her mind, and she sighed with pleasure as cool air rushed over her creamy white loins and caressed the throbbing swell of her now-nakedly exposed pelvic triangle. With the removal of her nylon bikini panties, Helen's glorious nakedness was totally revealed to the teenager's glittering eyes, and for a brief instant she felt a shivering moment of guilt. She was totally naked now, completely alone with this young boy who should never, but never, have been allowed to look at her this way.
Her fists clenched with involuntary tenseness as it occurred to her that her husband might suddenly decide to come home in the middle of the day, in which case he would catch her. Not that Andy gave a damn about her as a person, but he regarded her as his personal possession, and he wouldn't take kindly to anyone, not even Zip, fondling what belonged to him. She felt the boy's hands slowly, gently, teasingly working their way between her thighs, separating them, making her widen them. She was terrified.
"Zip.. . no.. . don't.. . I can't do this.. . it's wrong...I'm afraid...please...oh, please.. . . "
"It's all right, Aunt Helen," he whispered, his voice soft, tender and loving, because the truth was, he did feel something for her more than that which he had felt for all those girls with whom he had fooled around. Oh yes, he did indeed have a crush on her, and though it was tempered somewhat by the knowledge that she was reciprocating so quickly, the fact remained that here he was, with this beautiful blonde woman, the both of them totally naked, and she so emotionally overpowered, he would be able to do as he wished if he remained calm and collected.
He gently spread her thighs wider as she lay on the couch, then knelt between them, his body preventing her from shutting them. The boy sat back on his knees, saying, "Don't be scared, don't be scared. Everything's gonna be terrific, Aunt Helen, you'll see."
Helen clamped her eyes shut and tried with all her might to believe the boyish words he was spouting, doing her best to push away the continuing sense of nagging shame that ate away at her. Just a few short seconds ago this had all seemed so magical, as if happening in some kind of fairyland, but now, totally naked in her own living room, she realized what she was doing. She was acting in a shamefully meretricious and adulterous way, a way totally forbidden by people who populated the outside world. Yet she did long to feel this handsome youth make love to her...longed to have the wonderful dream continue now that it had begun. Yes, it had to continue, no matter what the final outcome.
God help me! I'm so confused, she thought.
Zip, looking at her face, knew the moment had come. The time was right, and if he let the moment pass, there might never be another. He had to make his move before the beautiful blonde young woman lying nakedly in front of him decided to "be sensible." Once she really changed her mind, there would be no changing it back, and all his plans for using Helen physically, using her personally and letting his friends use her so he would become financially well-to-do, would slide down the drain.
He hurriedly forced her tensing thighs just the littlest big wider, his hands on the tender insides, pushing outward. Without another word, he plunged his face downward, his lips moving toward the hotly throbbing flesh of her defenseless vaginal slash. A warm, pungently feminine aroma wafted up to his nostrils, driving the wanton youth mad with ardor as his desire continued steadily mounting. Hot flashes of obscene rapacity rippled insanely through his shuddering body. Up to now, he had kept his own lustful desire for her under control, but at this moment, with his mouth pressed against the quivering threshold of her steamy cleft, he was no longer able to keep himself restrained. With a mounting growl of excitement, he pushed his face deeper into her feminine glen, darting the entire length of his stabbing tongue in a snakelike manner, flicking up and down the full, wet vaginal slash.
The abrupt and shocking contact of Zip's tongue with the ultra-sensitive membranes of her blazingly aroused vagina caused Helen to suddenly retreat and no longer resist. What the boy was doing-something she had never even dreamed of-had her so totally enthralled, vibrant tremors of utterly wanton desire tingled through her starved loins-loins that had never known any kind of pleasure whatsoever, and the rush of ecstasy completely dispelled her fears. As a result, she was the one who opened her thighs, spreading them even more widely in order to accommodate the boy's lewdly questing oral digit.
Little by little she began surrendering herself to the maddening passion that continued growing like a flame throughout her insanely pulsating body. At that moment the boy's tongue, which had been flatly rubbing against her inner labia, pulled back a little, and pressed itself firmly against the button of her hidden clitoris. Until now, the nodule had remained shielded, hidden by a tiny canopy of flesh, afraid to reveal itself whenever Andy had touched her for fear of being bruised. But because of what this boy was doing, her clitoris extended itself, and thus met the rubbing tongue. As a result, she gasped as the boy massaged his oral organ against the penis-like extension as it was teased into tantalizing hardness.
Helen gasped, unable to believe what she was feeling. She was wantonly aroused by sensations she had only dreamed about but had never hoped to feel until this moment. His tongue playing against her clitoris made her shudder and vibrate uncontrollably. She felt as if she were a clarinet, and someone was playing her, holding a long, sensuous note inside her body, making her tremble. Reverberation after reverberation ran wildly through her shuddering body like a teasing tremor of pure static, and wave after wave of uncontrollable and irresistible pleasure surged upward through her lasciviously flowering cuntal slash.
Then Zip slid his flicking tongue slurpingly downward, away from her desire-distended clitoris to the soft, velvet-like entrance to her feminine sump, aware of the fluted labia pressing against his cheeks. He probed deeply into the steaming feminine swamp, making her writhe, wriggle and contort as feelings Helen had never previously dreamed of suddenly exploded sizzingly through her shuddering body. Her vaginal opening contracted and expanded continually as he carefully explored the wetly pulsating orifice. He pushed his tongue as far into it as was humanly possible, and for the first time Helen felt a tongue wash her inner walls, circling as it did so, touching every part of her interior.
The beautiful blonde found herself uncontrollably pulling back in utter surprise and thrilling passion, a soul-searing moan escaping from the depths of her helpless chest. The sudden and violent intrusion of this handsome young boy's wetly probing tongue into the simmering center of her seething, and desire-swollen vaginal depths suddenly brought her back to violent reality, and she was torn between insistent flashes of lust and a renewal of the fear of discovery. It no longer bothered her that what she was doing was immoral, simply because something this good had to be moral if only because it was so good. This didn't lessen the chance of discovery by her husband, though.
"Zip. . . . " she gasped, heavily panting, unable to keep herself under any kind of control, doing her best to resist. 'This isn't right.. . no Zip...no...if my husband finds us.. . . "
The boy was too far gone to bother replying with words. His only response at this point was to rotate his tongue that much more strongly into her velvet-like interior, swabbing out her vaginal sheath again and again, drinking the delicious potion of oil that continued issuing from within her. Salaciously obscene thrills of mounting hunger and desire constantly built higher and higher in her pulsing loins, and shocks of uncontrollable arousal spiraled out through her nakedly splayed frame, so intensely compelling at this moment the last trace of fear being found out by her husband was, for the moment, totally obliterated from her seething brain as wild arousal continued surging through her shuddering body.
Helen's heart began pounding madly, thundering in the middle of her tiny chest as the handsome, brown-haired young boy continued slurping his vibrant tongue in and out of the shuddering swamp that was her vaginal softness with overpowering force. Tremors of lascivious passion rocked the dazed housewife from head to foot. Her head began flailing back and forth on the arm of the sofa in mindless passion. Her long blonde hair, which had been finally done in an upsweep, now came loose and began flailing in every direction at once. Though it would have horrified her if she was fully aware of it, the lovely woman was no longer behaving like a lover of romance, but rather she had become primitive, losing herself in animal feelings of lascivious sensation, surrendering herself to age-old passions she, herself, had never been permitted to realize. At this moment she was unaware of anything other than the urgency of her body's needs.
"Uuuuuu nnnn hhhhhh! Yesssssssss!" she hissed.
Wantonly, shamelessly, she hurled her pelvis upward, slamming her cuntlips against the boy's working mouth, feeling his tongue eel in and out of her as never before. Gone for the moment was the romantic image of Zip as a troubled youth who had come to her and gasped out his love for her. Gone in every way was the genteel idea she had of romance and delicacy. Sensitivity had been replaced by thrilled sensuousness. What she felt at the moment was pure animal passion. Her brain was completely consumed with sexual messages rushing in and out of her through every nerve-ending and more in her lewdly twisting, shuddering body. With deep groans of pleasure she grasped the boy's head and with her fingertips on the cap of his skull, pressed his face solidly into the palpitating depths of her slickly jellied cunt. Thoughts ran through her mind in an incoherent jumble. Though Helen was a romantic, she wasn't ignorant about sexual terminology. She had heard her best friend, Maggie, Zip's mother, often talk about the happenings in the hospital where she worked. In a place where there were so many beds there were bound to be more than a few bedroom antics. So her mind thought out the words she had often heard Maggie use when describing some of the things she had been seeing between patients and nurses and doctors and nurses. The boy was, in the local parlance, eating her pussy, and she loved having him feed there. She ached to discover what it was like to climax, to come.
Though nothing but low, guttural moans continually escaped from between the lips of the helpless housewife, Zip was fully aware by now, with the sure and certain instincts of a youth who had learned too much too soon, that today's goal was in sight. He was going to win what he had set out to do. The beautiful woman he had thought beyond reach when he had confessed his passion for her was now groaning like a madwoman, her softly fleshed breasts and bouncing buttocks moving uncontrollably as he continued feverishly sucking at her vagina, driving his tongue deep into her wetly pulsating vaginal depths, drinking her colorless flow and savoring the tanginess of it.
The handsome boy gripped the soft, white flesh of her rounded asscheeks, holding her wriggling hips in place with one hand, while his other hand reached down and grasped his huge, blood-bloated phallus and began pumping it a little. Gee! It was longer and thicker than he had ever remembered. It really felt huge. For a brief instant he thought about fucking his Aunt Helen, but he knew in the long run that would louse him up with her. He had to leave her with only happy memories, and no regrets. Better stick to the plan he had formulated for the moment. Hell! He'd better take his hand off his own cock. If he shot a wad all over her living room, her husband would be bound to be more than a little suspicious.
With renewed excitement, Zip pressed his ovaled lips all the more greedily against the center of her feminine doughnut-hole, greedily sucking all the harder on the wetly pulsing flesh of her steaming vaginal slit, his saliva mingling with her feminine oozings. He sucked like a leech, making her shudder with greater excitement.
"Aaaaaa iiii yyyyyy aaaaa ggggg hhhhh!" the beautiful naked wife shouted as she found her mind totally blank to everything other than the wonderful rapture blowing through her body like an uncontrolled cyclone. Her vaginal lips flared wide open for the first time in their life, doing so willingly instead of trying to contract, and the quivering inner walls of her slithery cunt tried clinging desperately at the man's obscenely burrowing tongue, trying hard to pull it even further into her heatedly contracting cuntal funnel.
With a throbbing sigh of animal whispering, the lovely blonde wrapped her legs tightly around Zip's bobbing head, wailing rapturously as peak after peak of sexual passion was approached. Each time she was on the verge of her initial orgasm, she suddenly found herself rising a little higher as the boy's tongue continued surging through the oiliness of her widespread vagina. The intensity of sensation was entirely new to her, for she was being transported to sexual realms she had never previously known to exist. Somehow her strange, seemingly fated encounter with this beautiful boy whom she had seen grow up in the house behind hers had started in motion a series of feelings about which other women talked, but feelings she, herself, had never had the opportunity to enjoy. The passion she was feeling was new, out-of-control, and as a result, free as a high-flying bird, lifting her sensually out of her conscious control. Higher, higher, higher, and then the blonde woman exploded with movement until she found herself bobbing helplessly, rampantly on a stormy sea of rapture like a helpless buoy as she continued grinding her wetly upturned vaginal opening into the young teenager's sucking mouth, splashing his face with heavy oozings of oil seeping from her vaginal interior.
AAA UUUUU WWWWWW AAARRRGGG HH-HHH UUNNNGGGHHH!" she shrieked out in ecstasy.
One searing flash of light after another seemed to burst behind her tightly closed eyes, and Helen finally discovered what it was like to have an orgasm-a wonderfully marvelous, overpowering orgasm. Her body was consumed with cascading delight, and she felt as if all the climaxes she had missed over the past fifteen years had concentrated themselves into this one.
When it was over, she begged the boy to let him do something for him, but he kissed her, said, "No, Aunt Helen, I love you too much to shame you." They dressed, he left, and Helen was still in heaven.
CHAPTER FOUR
Zip had an erection that wouldn't quit. God! He had to bury it somewhere before he went home, or his mother would ask all kinds of embarrassing questions. She noticed every little thing about him, and it was difficult to keep it a secret that he had been getting laid this past year. His mother was a nurse and she seemed to know the look of a man who has been happily fucked. He had struggled to hide it from her, and to date, he had succeeded. But he would never be able to hide his hard-on from her, and she would know her young boy was feeling things, and it would worry her, because his mother was something of a prude, in spite of being a nurse.
He had a half-hour before supper. That gave him one hope, and that hope was Rhonda. Rhonda was the first girl he had ever laid. In fact, she had shown him the ropes. He had been scared his first time, and Rhonda had put him at ease and made things good for him. Now and again when he went back to see her, she was delighted, especially when she saw what progress he made.
He knocked at Rhonda's door five minutes later, and the pretty blonde girl, one year older than he was, let him in. Rhonda came from a big family. She was the oldest child. The other kids were out playing for the moment, while Rhonda did the housework for her mother who was always working, as was her father, to feed the kids.
"Zip," she said, smiling, stepping back to let him in.
"Hi," he smiled back. "I got me a bit of a problem, and I figured you and I oughtta be able to reduce it to nothing."
Rhonda saw his erection pushing out the front of his pants, and she smiled, saying, "We don't have enough time to make me come the regular way, Zip. I have to have dinner going in ten minutes. Look, how about I go down on you, today. I can come with your cock in my throat. Okay?"
"Hey, you're all right, Rhonda," the boy smiled as they walked into her bedroom, one she normally shared with three younger sisters.
She closed the door and the two of them quickly undressed.
Rhonda had a pretty-sad face. She looked older than her sixteen years because she had so much responsibility. One day in the not-too-distant future she would run off and get married as Helen had, only she would be luckier than Helen, and though life would never be a bed of roses for Rhonda, at least she would no longer be unhappy.
She had large brown eyes, honey-blonde hair, a long, straight nose, and thin lips. She had breasts which no amount of exercising would lift. Like many women, Rhonda was low-breasted, so even with her pectorals in top shape, her. breasts looked like they hung. Her breasts were tan-nippled, and each nipple was surrounded by a large circle of brown. Her belly was flat, attesting to the fact that she ate little and worked hard, and she had narrow, almost boyish hips, yet when her cunt squeezed around Zip's cock, he often felt as if it was on the verge of being pulled off.
He made a mental comparison of Rhonda to Helen, and he had to admit Helen had the better body, but Rhonda's body was still good, really good. He smiled inwardly at -the comparison. Helen, who was twenty years older, looked almost that much younger. He was dying to fuck Helen, but he knew he didn't dare, just yet. To have done so would have made her feel guilty, afterward. He had learned from bitter experience that when one convinces a girl to cheat on her guy, and then one fucks the ass off her immediately, the girl instantly has second thoughts, and afterward doesn't want to see him again. This was one thing that wasn't going to happen with Aunt Helen. He had gone down on her, made her come without injecting his cock into her, and having discovered the wonders of orgasm, she would be loath to give it all up, especially since the boy hadn't penetrated her in any way. In fact, she would feel guilty about not having let the boy fuck her and Zip preferred her feeling guilty about something she hadn't done rather than for something she had done.
Rhonda's simple pink house dress had come off the moment they had entered her bedroom, and Zip had wasted no time dropping his pants. He smiled at
Rhonda to let her know he was sincere about liking her, grabbing the full cheeks of her flat ass in one hand while his other hand began squeezing her breasts. She jammed her heels into the bed, lifting her cunt to his cock and rubbing it back and forth. He wished she would have the time to let him fuck her, but Rhonda needed a long warm-up period before an actual fucking, so that was out of the question at the moment. She took a moment to spray herself with some perfume she had on her dresser, and he said, "That's nice. What is it?"
"Something from Avon," she replied. "I can't afford anything else."
"It really does the trick," he smiled.
She rubbed the palm of her hand along the steel length of his shuddering cock and sighed breathily to him, "This is one cock I've really missed, Zip. God! It's really growing. I remember it wasn't much longer than my middle finger when we first fucked. Since then, it's more than three times as thick and almost twice as long. It's going to get longer and thicker, yet. Gee, I've missed you."
"Hey, all I know is, when you and I do spend some time together, you knock the hell outta me for a week," he told her.
"Am I really that good?" Rhonda asked.
"The ever-fucking end, honey," he replied, knowing she was turned on by "dirty" words. It was part of their ritual, something he had discovered about her when she had first taught him about fucking. Whoever said ladies liked to be genteel when it came to sex was out of his-or her-mind. Women loved the four-letter words just as much as the men did, sometimes even more.
Her fingers went to his chest and she began tickling him as she said, "This'll get you a little hotter so you come a little faster. But don't stop playing with my titties, tiger."
She seemed to be able to discover just what it was about him that really set him off. But then, she had that kind of talent so that she was able to do it with just about any man. Usually, it was something different with each man. When they had time, she usually took a long, long time using her nails to lightly scratch his chest, his nipples, his balls, the head of his cock, his perineum, even his asshole.
He rubbed her meaty breasts while she continued using her nails on his own nipples. Her buttocks wriggled against the stiffness of his throbbing cock, and her head rocked as she emitted little, "oh's," and "ah's." Then she leaned forward and began sucking his masculine nipples as he would normally suck on hers, and her tongue seemed to know all the right things because she was getting him hotter with every passing second. She began kissing her way down his body, and then she was kneeling with her lips pressed into his pelvis, kissing his groin and his balls, all around his cock.
Though she had little enough time to do what they wanted to do, Rhonda was obviously starved for sex. Her mouth applied itself to the pulsing head of his stiff cock, the tongue licking up and down the webbed joining on the underside while one hand squeezed the base of his cock, and the other hand fondled his lint-covered scrotum.
"Lie down," she told him. "I have to suck you dry, and we have little enough time in which I can do it."
He sat on the edge of the bed she shared with two of her sisters, and then he lay down with Rhonda crawling on top of him, her lips always tightly surrounding the pulsing head of his cock.
Her lovely white rump stuck up in the air, bobbing this way and that as she bent forward and swallowed the full length of his pulsating organ into her mouth. The head pushed into her constricted gullet and shuddered, and then her lips were rising again, up, up, up, until they caught beneath her corona. She sucked, pulling on the flesh as if intent on sucking fluid through a straw. Then she released the cock, lifted her mouth, and said to him, "Come on, Zip. I need the words. Without words, all this is meaningless."
It was another part of the ritual. He realized more and more how aroused she was when hearing obscenities, and the filthier the words, the hotter she got.
Cover your fucking teeth with your lips and suck me to death, Rhonda-baby," he muttered. "You have a mouth like a vacuum cleaner, and I wanna feel the sperm sucked right outta me."
She smiled at the boy, blowing warm air on his balls, then whispered into his cock as if talking into a microphone, "What else, Zip? What else should I do?"
"Put that sweet, cocksucking mouth of yours on my cunt-fucking prick, honey. Work your lips up and down and blow like its a steam whistle until the succulent juices come out and fill your mouth, and then swallow all the jism, every last fucking drop," the boy said to the beautiful blonde girl.
Her hand jerked up and down on his throbbing tool as she smiled and gasped, "More! I want to hear more!"
Before he had a chance to say more, Rhonda opened her lovely mouth as wide as possible and sank down onto his pulsating lance as if she were diving into a pool of water. She didn't stop until the head was jammed as far into her gullet as was humanly possible, almost gagging her. Then she clamped the sharp edges of her teeth against his blood-bloated phallus, raking the edges up and down the thick length of it, while sucking with pursed lips.
Raving sensations whipped the young boy's body, and he knew in order to keep her sucking properly, he had to whip her into a frenzy with more words. "Suck it, you fucking cunt! Get that fucking load outta my balls or I'll ram a closed fist inside that tight twat of yours and rip your back wall out. Then I'll bite off your clit and spit it into your asshole!"
The words struck Rhonda's ears and filled her with shuddering arousal, driving her to ever-increasing efforts on the thickness of the youth's embattled prick. She hollowed her cheeks like a furnace bellows and clamped her teeth more firmly around the pillar of rock-solid penis, tasting the continually oozing oils.
Zip was going out of his mind with lust. His desire for Helen was still so strong inside him, his throbbing cock in Rhonda's mouth was on the verge of unleashing a geyser comparable to Old Faithful.
His fist was beating on the mattress as he lifted his ass and humped his pulsing cock in and out of the suctioning cave of her tantalizing mouth. Rhonda knew how to suck, all right. Of all the chicks he'd been with, none had been like Rhonda when it came to doing things. She out-fucked and out-sucked all the females he had ever known, though he had to admit Helen was such a responsive woman, she might very likely learn to better Rhonda. But this was something he still wasn't sure about. The only thing that was certain at this point was that Rhonda sucked and fucked better than any female whose body had, to date, contained his cock.
Salacious sweat flowed freely from his pores as he pounded his thrusting tool in and out, his stomach muscles ridged tensely like a washboard, his face contorted as if being pricked with a million red-hot needles, needles that poked into every one of his pores, scraping at everything under the skin; especially the raw nerve-ends.
The bedroom was turning into a floating rubbery mass, distorting into hazy hallucinations as the rumbling load of sperm came rushing from his twitching prostate. His body arched grotesquely and then stiffened as though he had suddenly developed rigor mortis. That was when he realized-from the way her lips were clamping on his cock-she was climaxing too, the head of his cock rubbing something in her throat to set her off.
"UUUUU RRRRR GGGG HHHHHH LLL LLL CCCC HHHHHH MMMMMM PHHHHWWWWW AAAAAGGGHHHHH!" she gagged as he yelled all sorts of deprecatory curses at her in order to enhance her orgasm so that she sucked even harder, intensifying his own climax. Thrill after thrill blasted through him as he came into her enervating mouth, and she drank his sperm as if it were nectar.
CHAPTER FIVE
Andy Scott was in an unusually mean mood. He had seen a really stunning brunette at the service station earlier, and it was obvious from the moment he had seen her that she was the kind who got her kicks from picking up strange men and fucking with them in the back seat of her car while the car was up on the lube rack. The brunette had taunted him for a while, and then she had gone to his partner, and the partner had gotten into the car with her and Andy had been forced to put it up on the rack and service the car, changing the oil, greasing the wheels, all while the car rocked back and forth, making him aware what was going on inside.
Yes, Andy was madder than hell, and as a result, he came home much later that night than usual. He had stopped at the local gin mill and had hoisted more than a few with some of the local citizenry. In fact, it was almost eleven when he got home, and Helen was fast asleep.
Damn Helen! She had to be the coldest cunt in the whole fucking world! She always complained when he jammed his cock into her. Christ! What the hell did she have to bellyache about? He had put it to her a lot more gently than his father had given it to his mother. He still remembered seeing his father fucking his mother. He had been a little boy then, and he had thought the old man was really hurting her, but he knew he didn't dare interfere. The old man was a mean one, and he would as soon wallop the boy until his head came off if the boy dared open his mouth. So Andy had watched his father brutalize his mother, and his mother, even more terrified, had kept her mouth shut for fear of the man killing her. As a result, Andy had grown up believing this was the way all men fucked all women, and in his own opinion, he had been far more gentle with Helen than his father had ever been with his mother.
When he fucked with the whores he never bothered to notice how much they seemed to enjoy it, too. But then, the whores were just that, whores, and not worthy of notice.
His wife, on the other hand, the mother of his son, had to understand once and for all that in his house, he was king.
Damn! he thought. Look at her, my loving wife, fast asleep. Here I've got a craving, and the whores are all busy tonight, and my blonde bitch of a wife is asleep. Well. Shit! She's gonna learn a lesson tonight. She's gonna learn that if she acts so fucking uppity, then in order to be brought down a peg or two, she's gotta be treated like a fucking whore.
He walked over to the bed and shook her roughly, his drunk mind intent on punishing her for being so standoffish all the time.
"Wha...what is it, Andy'? " Helen asked, waking up.
Seeing the scowl on his face, the blonde was terrified instantly, her mind immediately thinking Andy had somehow or other found out about what she had done with Zip.
"M-gonna fuck you," he muttered.
"But Andy, this morning, I mean...you usually never want seconds. Please, Andy, what you did this morning was devastating enough."
"We're gonna fuck!" he yelled.
"No!" she insisted, quivering, trying to pull the covers tightly around herself.
Andy wasted no time. He gripped her by the hair, yanked her head up, then struck her solidly across the face.
"Andy!" she shrieked. "What are you doing?"
"I'm teachin' you manners," Andy replied, and he belted her again.
She rolled to the far side of the double bed, then slid off, trying to run around him and out of the room, yelling, "You're drunk! I'm going to call the police. You must be insane, hitting me. I've always done whatever you wanted, and when you wanted it. . . . "
Andy lunged for her, and grappling with her, the two of them fell to the floor. She kicked and screamed, rolling away, and somehow made it to the door. The man wrapped his arm around her and easily dragged her back to the bed.
"What you need is some taming, you bitch!" Andy snapped at her, and he coldly slapped her face two more times.
Her cheeks were a brilliant red by now, and the short man felt some small satisfaction in knowing the redness would be a long time in going away. Then he gripped her by the hair, and with his free hand unfastened his belt, sliding it from his trousers.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she gasped, filled with fear and apprehension. "Andy, this isn't right. I'm your wife. You have to stop this."
He yanked her around and threw her, face down, on the bed. He wrapped the belt around his fist twice, leaving a lot of leather dangling, and then he began to slowly, methodically whip her behind. He smiled, watching the leather cut into her white ass-flesh. Helen tried wriggling away. He let go of her hair and caught her by an ankle as he continued to cross-whip her buttocks.
"No more...no more...don't do this to me!" she shouted, trying hard to wriggle from her husband's grasp as the belt continued coming down on her rear-end. "Oh no...you're hurrtinnng meeeee...aaaa-nnnhhhh...my behind...aaaaiiiieeee...you'll kill meeeeee...ohhhhhhhh.. . . " The red flat welts continued building up on her white asscheeks and equally white upper thighs.
Andy was enjoying himself immensely. He was naturally sadistic, having inherited it from his father, and he enjoyed watching his wife's buttocks bob from side to side as he continued beating them. She finally lay still on the bed, sobbing her heart out. He dragged her body around to the side of the bed and then hoisted her to her knees. His cock felt as if it had never been bigger or more in need of a hot hole, and he decided that since fucking his wife's cunt had elicited no response from her other than pleas to quit, he would give her asshole a try. Besides, her asshole was certain to be tighter than her cunt, which was tight enough. He stepped out of his fallen trousers, removed his undershorts, then dug his nails into her hips as he hauled her toward him and jammed his blood-bloated cock against the puckering eye between the full, round cheeks.
"My God!" Helen shrieked as she realized what it was the man was trying to do. "This is insane! You'll kill me! I can't take you in there. I'm dry! Please...please . . '. don't do this to me...don't.. . . "
But Andy was so sodden, he didn't give a damn about her pain or anything else at that moment. When he saw his wife trying to clench her asscheeks together, he used the middle finger of his left hand, shoving it against her picker. She screamed, and he rammed harder.
"From now on. . . . " he gasped, ". . . when I want that fuckin' cunt of yours, you're gonna give it to me with a smile. You ain't gonna crap at me how much I hurtcha," he told her, toying with her asshole, twisting and turning his finger into the tender flesh, forcing his finger in up to the first knuckle.
Andy had never fucked an asshole before. The whores had always claimed they were too small back there, and too dry. Now he discovered just how dry his wife was in the rear, but he didn't give a damn. In fact, he hoped it would hurt a lot. He spread her asscheeks so far apart with his digging thumbs that everything was visible. He pushed his finger into her vagina, found some moisture, rotated it around and around to stir up her body fluids. Then he pulled the finger out and spread the oils against her anal pucker. He did this a half-dozen times, finding she was getting juicier and juicier with every passing moment. As a result, the squat little man was becoming more and more excited. He bent his head to the little crinkled brown eye, and he spat on it, rubbing the saliva around and around. Helen, knowing what was coming, writhed uncontrollably.
Rubbing his finger against the woman's slightly puckered anal opening, Andy felt Helen responding in spite of herself. Hell! She was human, after all. Not that he intended putting his tongue there. That would be disgusting! All the while he held her asscheeks wide apart, gripping the buttocks with his clenching fists, kneading the white roundnesses, massaging them.
Helen involuntarily clenched her buttocks against his digging fingers, and this angered him, so he began probing into her rectum with his middle finger again. Little by little he was gaining ground as his finger probed into the dark recess. He was determined to wear down her resistance and make her beg for him to fuck her ass. He had never thought about making her want to be fucked in her vagina, but he was sure as hell making her feel something in her ass.
His finger was penetrating more and more deeply, and against her will, her back arched and her butt thrust itself toward Andy. He was winning. He was turning his wife into something even better than the whores, because he was teaching her to enjoy ass-fingering.
Yanking his finger from her rectum, he rammed his cock-head against the lubricated orifice, shoving relentlessly. The penis finally shoved through the resisting sphincter ring and drove all the way up into the tightness of the dark passage as he became engulfed in her heated inner tightness.
Ggggg hhhhh aaaaa nnnnn ggggg hhhhh! Ooooo oo-nnnggghhh!" Helen gasped, impaled through the rear on her husband's slender cock.
He rammed in to the hilt, then pulled back until only the head remained trapped inside by her tight sphincter, and then rammed his throbbing cock deep, deep, and deeper all over again. As he did so, his mind dwelled on the stunning brunette who had put out for his partner, and he imagined himself fucking her. All the while he continued poling his wife's ass, intent on splitting her if necessary, reaming that tunnel so she wouldn't be able to shit for a week. She continued moaning, begging him to let her go, but he still continued prodding and ramming, slamming the full length of it inside.
When Helen finally gave up, and her body went limp and unresisting, he yanked his cock out of her asshole and commanded her to turn over.
She fell forward and lay flat on her belly, so Andy crossed her ankles, and then very unceremoniously flipped her over onto her back. He was pleased she made no effort to resist.
Reaching down, he gripped her hair and raised her to a sitting position. He was going to have the best of everything tonight. He no longer thought of her as his wife, but as merely a receptacle for his cock. She didn't deserve the decent treatment he had given her for the past fifteen years. Shit! He had been a gentleman about fucking her-only using her when his rocks really needed lightening. He had always fucked her quickly, without playing all those stupid little games he played with the whores, first. After all, Helen was his wife, not a whore, and he had no intention of fingering her and treating her like a whore. With Helen, he had always been quick-in, then quick-out.
But she had never appreciated it. She had always screamed and yelled when he had fucked her, so he would treat her like a whore.
"Okay, bitch!" he said to her, pointing his cock at her mouth. "Now that it's been in your ass, suck on it!"
"My God!" Helen shrieked. "Andy, don't do this...for God's sake...you're insane...don't do this...I've never done anything like this before in my life.. . oh, God!"
She frantically struggled to pull her hair loose from his hand. Somehow, in some way, she had to get away.
Andy didn't bother waiting. He jammed her face into his groin, savagely yanking on her blonde hair, commanding her to use her tongue and lick his prick. Horrified, Helen obeyed, her tongue peeping out from between her lips and washing the full length of the throbbing pike, over, under, on top and on bottom. He held her head so tightly against his groin, her nose pressed into his pelvis and she came close to smothering. He jammed his small cock all the way into her mouth, and the head barely touched her throat. She gagged, and the pressure was almost too much for Andy. He would have come, had the booze in him not taken over. Suddenly his cock began shrinking, and just like that, he passed out, falling onto the bed beside Helen.
The stunning blonde was suddenly on her feet and hurrying to the bathroom. For a moment she thought she would throw up. Spying some mouthwash, she rinsed her mouth again and again.
God! He was disgusting! A monster! How was it possible for any man to treat his wife that way! She had the urge to jam a knife into him, but if she did, then what? Trial? Perhaps jail? What would happen to her son, Phil? He would be kicked out of military school, and with no one to pay the bills, he would soon be kicked out of his own house while she languished in prison. When she got out of prison, then what? Who would care for her? Who would support her? She would never again be given a job as a restaurant hostess.
No! Much as she hated Andy Scott, Helen decided she was stuck with him for the rest of her life.
But if this was the way he was going to treat her, like some two-bit tramp, then she felt justified in acting out the part. From now on, she would seek a little pleasure on her own-discreetly, of course. She would discover what it was like to have more orgasms.
Zip! Yes, Zip! The next time he came by, she wouldn't give him a hard time. The next time she would make things good for both of them. Zip had done something for her, making her come and asking nothing in return. Well, she would more than make it up to him. Her husband, in his crude, vicious way, had shown her just what it was men wanted women to do. Helen had the feeling that with Zip she would actually enjoy doing some of, if not all of, those things.
Turning out the bathroom light, she staggered back to the bedroom where her husband lay with his pants off, snoring on the bed. Turning, she went to her son's bedroom and slept there for the balance of the night.
CHAPTER SIX
Without realizing it, Zip had timed things much better than he had dreamed possible. It was August, and that meant holidays, vacations and the like.
His parents, and the Scotts as well, took their vacations in August. Helen had gone for two weeks without seeing Zip. Her husband hadn't attacked her again, but her body was clamoring for the kind of attention that, so far, only Zip had given her. She was aching to feel a good orgasm. In the late afternoons, when she returned from her job as hostess at the restaurant, she had taken to masturbating and as a result, had given herself string after string of minor climaxes, none of which had approached what Zip had given her.
Zip had taken a summer newspaper route, which, for the next two weeks he would hand over to a friend of his. As a result of his having worked his route, he had managed to stay away from Helen Scott, though his body had clamored for her. Still, he had restrained himself, knowing when the time came, she would either be more eager than ever, or she would have lost all interest in him.
Helen had worked at the restaurant where she played hostess during those two weeks, not missing a day. She had suddenly lost interest in that daily fifth of scotch, and as a result, her skin began taking on a new sheen and her eyes no longer had that sunken look. The redness was disappearing from her nose and cheeks, and there was no longer that hard brilliance in her eyes. But in all that time, she wondered why had Zip not shown up. He was, after all, a bright boy. He had seen how easy a victim she was to his charms, young though he had been, and his very youth should have given him more confidence. But apparently there was a shyness to him on which she hadn't counted. However, things were due for a big change.
It was the second week in August, early Sunday afternoon, and the Cerrone Fairmont sedan and the Scott custom Cadillac Station Wagon-Andy was definitely a whiz at customizing any car so that he had one of the only Cadillac station wagons in the world-were both packed, and the two families set out, as they always did at this time of the year, for their rented cabin in the mountains.
Ten years earlier, Joe Cerrone, Zip's father, had found this isolated cabin while on a construction job some ten miles away. There had been a sign out front, advertising the fact that the cabin was for rent, but because the cabin was so far off the beaten path, no one had bothered coming to it. Joe had checked with the real estate agency, had discovered that since no one ever really used the cabin it was for rent very cheap, and mentioned it to Andy Scott. The two of them had agreed to rent the cabin for two weeks every summer. However, the real estate agent had told them the owner would only rent the cabin for either three months, or not at all. Either they took it for July, August, and September, or he wouldn't rent it. However, he was asking less for those three months than many places would have asked for only two weeks, and as a result, over the years, whenever Joe Cerrone had a little something going on the side, he would always bring the girl up to this cabin in July, and he would tell Andy that the garage man had the right to use the cabin by himself all during late August and all of September. However, Andy had never had occasion to use the cabin.
Helen, on the other hand, realizing it was only an hour's drive from home, thought it was a perfect rendezvous spot. Now all she had to do was convince Zip, unaware the boy was wondering how to make her agreeable.
CHAPTER SEVEN
They arrived at the cabin at four-thirty in the afternoon, and separated into the various bedrooms. There were four bedrooms, one of which always remained empty. In previous years, Zip had shared a bedroom with Phil, Helen's son, and Helen and Andy had a second bedroom, while Joe, and his wife Maggie, had a third bedroom. The boys' bedroom had been on the left side of the cabin, while the two pairs of adults had the two bedrooms on the right side. There was only one bathroom, that at the rear of the cabin, right in the middle.
The women unpacked while Zip, his father, and Andy Scott put on shorts and tee shirts and carried their fishing gear down to a nearby brook.
Helen and Maggie spent the rest of the day sweeping out the one main room in the cabin. There was no TV up here, though they brought two small portable radios for the weather reports more than anything else. The room was huge, with a large table in the middle where everyone would sit to eat. It had benches on either side of it rather than chairs.
That night, Helen slept restfully, having formulated a plan in her mind. One of the nice things about being up here was that her husband never touched her while they were at the cabin. If he had, the Cerrones would have heard her screaming.
The following day, Andy and Joe went fishing again. They went early in the morning, and Helen knew, from past experience, that barring a thunderstorm, they wouldn't be back until after three. Maggie always loved to visit the quaint little rustic stores in the nearby villages. Sometimes Helen went with her, but more often she did not, so that when Helen turned Maggie down that Monday morning, Maggie merely shrugged and said, "You'll really be missing something, Helen."
"I just don't like buying those little things," Helen shrugged. "To me, they're a waste of money."
"I'll be back about two," Maggie told her. "Do me a favor, will you? Zip is sleeping late. When he wakes up, give him brunch."
"Gladly," Helen nodded.
"He likes his Aunt Helen's food, anyway," Maggie teased. "He once told me you were a better cook than I."
"He was just egging you into cooking something he probably wanted," Helen laughed. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of him."
Maggie left, and Helen hurried to her bedroom. There, she took off the shorts and halter she had been wearing, and put on a filmy bathrobe that wasn't see-through, but did cling. It really left little to one's imagination.
Returning to the main room, Helen set about preparing food for Zip. It was already past ten, and she knew he would be up at any moment. So she had the bacon sizzling and the eggs already in the pan when the boy stepped out of his bedroom wearing a bathrobe of his own.
"Aunt Helen?" he said, ruffling a hand through his hair. "How come you didn't go shopping with Mom?"
"Someone had to stay and make you breakfast," she smiled.
It was a lie, and they both knew it. Zip and Phil, Helen's son, had been able to get their own breakfasts for the past three years.
She put breakfast on the table, and Zip sat opposite her, eating with unrestrained gusto. His eyes continually darted to the swell of her breasts, that promising hillock showing just the littlest bit through the open bathrobe-open at the top, that is. Helen watched the boy through the entire meal, a demure smile playing across her lips. Her smoky blue eyes were framed by an incredible cascade of blonde hair, hair she had purposely refrained from pinning up.
The boy was glad he was wearing his own bathrobe. By the time the meal was over, his cock was standing rigidly at attention, as stiff and as straight as a flagpole, and he shifted a bit uncomfortably to adjust it. Jesus! She was really looking great that morning. No wonder he had developed the hots for her. He just sat there, staring at her, not realizing it was she who was doing the seducing at the moment, wondering how he was going to get her to make the first move, because his plan called for her making that first move. Great as she looked, she still had that air of innocence hanging over her. It was something Helen would never completely lose.
The blonde didn't miss the boy's subtle movement, nor did she miss the faint flush in his youthful cheeks when she caught his eyes looking her over when she stood to clear away the dishes. There was no doubt the boy was still interested, very interested.
"Like anything else?" she asked, approaching him, leaning over, letting the robe fall forward just a little so that he was able to peer straight down and see the swells of her white breasts, the picture of supposedly motherly-or auntly-devotion as a soft, bare arm brushed the boy's neck, and a strand of her golden hair raked his youthful cheek.
Zip was many things, but one thing he wasn't was stupid. He didn't need to be told that his "Aunt Helen" was doing precisely what he had hoped she would do. He leaped to his feet and all but fell on top of her like a ravenous wolf on a helpless doe when the sensuous cloud of her new perfume wafted through his nostrils. Jesus! He hadn't expected things to be this easy. He hoped she was being honest about all this, because he felt himself beyond the point of no-return.
Helen moved to her seat with a loose, easy, almost wanton glide as she pressed, her hands against the boy's chest to calm him down. He stared at her, almost slavering as he decided he really did feel more than lust for her. Christ! He wanted her! He had jerked off more than a couple of times since, just thinking about her. When he had fucked two other girls also on summer vacation at the nearby beach, he had imagined them to be his Aunt Helen.
"Relax!" she said, staring at him with her wide blue eyes. "We have the rest of the morning and the early afternoon. Your mother won't be back until two, if that early, and your father and my husband won't be back until four or five."
Jesus! She had the whole thing planned.
Zip was stunned at the idea. He had no idea he had aroused such lusts in the woman, and realizing it gave him a sense of importance the like of which he had never enjoyed before. He had figured her as really being difficult, and his mind had been conceiving of various ways to break down any new mental barriers she might have constructed. To find that there were not any barriers, but in reality only greater desire on her part than on his, really had his balls tingling.
"What is it, Zip?" she asked, her voice almost sultry. "Were you out to prove your manhood with me that other time, and now that you've proved it, you feel you don't have to do anything move?"
"Hey, don't talk like that," the boy said, squirming. "I told you, I love you, Aunt Helen. I really love you. I just sorta figured you might be having second thoughts and all. . . . "
"Oh, I had second thoughts," she admitted. "And third thoughts, and fourth thoughts, and fifth thoughts, admittedly all of them about you. I'm not going to go into detail as to why I've been thinking about you. But I'll tell you this. I'm yours for as long as you're interested in me, and for as long as you respect me."
She was suddenly standing, swaying her body from side to side, a female naturally seductive as she took the boy's hands, pulled him off the bench, led him to one of the large chairs in the cabin near a dark corner where they were able to look out the window and see for miles. Because it was bright outside and dim inside, they were able to see out while anyone outside would not have been able to see them unless he had his face pasted right up against the glass.
Helen plopped the boy into the chair, and she stood behind him as they both looked out the window, noticing there was no one for miles around. Her soft, cool hands began massaging his neck, rubbing, soothing, enticing the youth. Her hands said it all. Words weren't necessary at this point. She wanted him and she was making no bones about it, no reservations! As a result, Helen felt the cords suddenly tighten in his neck, as male urgency blasted through him. She knew he was struggling, doing his best to try and hold onto some sense of dignity. After all, he had been the seducer the first time. Now he was the one being seduced. Her fingers continued working on his neck, and she decided she would be damned if she would let this fifteen-year-old boy regain any kind of poise. Thinking back to the way he had seduced her, she remembered how childish, girlish, she must have seemed. Well, it was time for the boy to understand that although they were having an affair, she was a woman, and not some schoolgirl.
The feel of the boy's firm, almost leathery tough muscles under boyish skin excited her beyond all. reason. She wanted him to stand and act like the tiger he had been moments earlier. He had almost pounced on her then, and she had restrained him, not out of fear or modesty, but simply knowing that making both of them wait a little longer would make everything feel that much better when the time came. Now was the moment for him to tear off her robe and fuck her. She had always hated the way her husband had plunged into her like a rutting Brahman bull, basically because her body had never been prepared for him. But all those masturbatory exercises had gotten her well-prepared, and just thinking about being with this boy had her cunt a seething swamp of juices ready to be ravaged. His slender young boyish form loomed in her mind, a golden lion, not a cub any longer, but still not full-grown. He was at that stage in life where he was unpredictable, but not yet dangerous. Still, he was no one with whom to trifle because definite thought patterns were starting to form, and to harm him now would be to ruin him, emotionally. However, Helen was definitely not in a trifling mood.
Zip felt the messages being telegraphed by the pressures of Helen's fingers. She was working around his neck, and then little by little she began sliding her hands farther apart, moving them in wider, more sweeping circles against his shoulders and shoulder-blades, caressing his two collar bones, and then sliding her long fingers against the smoothness of his chest, then back to his nape again. Her arms pulled the collar of the loose robe away, parting the folds. Then the arms slid around him like two twining snakes, from behind. She clasped his young body and pressed her cheek against his soft shoulder, kissing his neck softly.
Zip was unable to take this kind of teasing. When Rhonda did something like this to him it almost always drove him out of his mind. Now that his Aunt Helen was doing it, doing it with less expertise than Rhonda, yet with greater sensuousness, he allowed himself to endure it for a few short moments, trying to make himself believe this was all a dream, not yet really happening, but the realization soon dawned on him that he was as desirable to this older woman as he had been to all those girls he had fucked over the past years. His aunt's touch, though nowhere near as expert as Rhonda's, or for that matter any other girl, drove him into a frenzy because she was the one woman he had desired for so long. He realized she was as hot to trot as he, and her desire was not to simply fuck, but for the fucking to take place with him.
It had been far easier than Zip had imagined, and as a result the victory ought to have been less rewarding. But it wasn't. Knowing Helen as he did, he realized, young as he was, that she was responding to him because she had a lack of genuine love in her married life. He would never be able to offer her permanence, but at least he was capable of offering her something good while the relationship between the two of them lasted. Unlike his Uncle Andy, he would never do anything to hurt Aunt Helen. He would give her all the love he had in him, for a little while, anyway, and he would make sure she was fully satisfied each time they did connect.
He turned in the oversized chair, his arm sweeping behind and surrounding Helen's waist. With some little effort he tugged her into his lap and kissed her hard on the lips, and she responded with greater fervidness than he had hoped for.
"What're you trying to do, Aunt Helen?" the boy asked, his voice hoarse with lust.
Helen merely smiled and leaned forward, kissing him again, covering his mouth with her moist lips as she ran her slender tongue between his teeth, touching each tooth in turn. When it touched his tongue, it was as if sparks were set off in her mouth.
She moaned with the demanding cry of a hungry female animal, yowling almost like a wild alley cat, her hands reaching into the tousled folds of his bathrobe and running her eagerly anxious hands over his body. She stroked and scratched greedily at him, eager for him to respond to her.
Zip ran his hands over her slenderly smooth hips as her buttocks rested in his lap, and then his fingers caught the sash that held the robe closed. He tugged at it, and the sash opened, falling away. The front of the robe fell apart like state curtains, and behind them was revealed that wonderful sight he had seen once before. His hands anxiously reached inside, tugging the satin material farther apart, touching the even smoother, silkier texture of her delicate skin. His hands wasted no time cupping those full, ripe buttock-melons, grasping and squeezing the delectable asscheeks, his nostrils filled with the exotic scent of her tantalizing perfume. He wasn't the least bit surprised to find she was wearing nothing underneath.
Her breasts, like the last time, were soft, but firm, high-set and delightful as she leaned forward and ground them against his chest, making him aware of their demand for attention. He yanked the robe off her shoulders and tugged it out from beneath her asscheeks, tossing it to the side, baring her delightfully shapely torso. Her lips and tongue flicked over his handsome face, and he felt as if he were being burnt by hot campf ire cinders. His mouth found her ear, and his tongue began exploring, probing the sensitive opening with an erotic expertise of sorts he had developed over a period of time. They responded to one another naturally, caressing, kissing, their tongues moving against one another's skin with increased tempo, and it was all orchestrated by the soft moans and sighs coming from Helen. Pleasure was rampantly charging through her. She had waited a long time for this, and she wasn't being disappointed, not in the least.
The boy rose from the chair in a single easy motion, lifting Helen and carrying her in the cradle of his arms. He knew there was always the possibility of his mother, his father, or Helen's husband interrupting them, yet he had no intention of letting her go now that they had come this far. Instead, he carried her to the fourth bedroom, the one no one ever used. It's back window looked out over the distant lake where his father and Andy were fishing, but once again, the room was dark, and it was bright outside, so anyone inside was able to look out, while anyone outside was not easily able to see anything within. More important, the only way to approach that window was along a small, narrow trail strewn with the dead leaves of countless years, and easily audible to anyone inside once the window was open. Equally important, if someone came in the front way, the odds of them looking in this bedroom were small, giving them time to slip out the window, along the trail, and into the covey of bushes around the side. All this went through Zip's mind as he sat on the bed, pulling the woman's nakedness against him.
Helen lay against his chest, her breath coming in quick, feverish pants as she kissed him, her tongue licking his face, her own face pressing firmly against his as her golden hair tumbled down and formed a curtain around them for the moment.
Zip reached down and touched the honey-gold triangle between Helen's thighs, and the beautiful blonde woman gasped, delighted to once again be touched by caressing fingers that cared what they were doing-fingers that teased rather than hurt as they explored. Impatient to be one with the boy, Helen tugged the boy's robe open, more anxious than ever to have his strong arms around her while his ramrod of masculine meat eeled its way between her feminine lips, burying itself in her womanly chasm. She was eager to feel the hot, pulsing jet of sperm squirting into her vagina, because this time the sperm belonged to someone who cared about her as a person, and not to a vicious beast.
She surrounded his young cock with her hand, aware of how much thicker and longer it was than the last time, but also aware of how much greater it was by far than her husband's. She wondered if her slender body was capable of handling something like this considering how difficult it had been to take Andy's cock in any of her orifices.
Her fingers ran up and down the throbbing lance, caressing the spear-head of skin, a wonderful, soft-yet-firm texture of rubberiness, and she instinctively knew this was the kind of organ designed for the giving of pleasure, not pain. She was aware that the boy was completely circumcised, and the smooth, delta-shaped head had reared itself, proud and free at the striking edge of the hot, meaty probe. She liked that; so hard, so clean, so ready. Not that Andy wasn't clean. Whenever he perpetrated his outrages on her, he always did it with a clean cock. Even when he had forced her to suck his cock after shoving it in her ass, it had been clean. She attributed that to the fact that she, herself, had good hygiene habits.
Her hands stroked and glided over the penile cylinder. She felt like a chorus girl fondling her first mink coat.
The boy's hands were busy, too. He was exploring the gentle softness of her white, inner thighs, tracing and re-tracing the line where her vaginal lips came together in a squiggly kind of way. Fingers were separating her labia, and then a forefinger was sliding between the inner lips, into her womanly cave, rubbing against all the smooth walls of her inner passage, seeking the hard, round pearl of her pink clitoris.
Helen spread her thighs that much wider and allowed her young lover's expert hands to continue exploring the very core of her sexual being. He was compressing his thumb and forefinger gently but firmly around the nodule, and just as tenderly continued yanking on it as if masturbating a tiny penis, massaging and pressuring it again and again. The touching continued, and the beautiful blonde writhed with eagerness, for she felt herself being brought to greater heights of passion than ever before-heights her husband would never be capable of bringing her to. Helen writhed with eagerness, impatient to finally have this boy's cock invade her body, because it would be the first cock to fill her with love instead of mere lust.
Then the youth surprised her. Zip arched his body up, drew in his legs, and he crossed them over each other, yoga-style, the heels firmly resting on opposite thighs. Helen looked at this odd posture and wondered that he was-limber enough to get into such a position. But then, the boy's body was so limber, he was capable of almost anything. He looked very relaxed, natural, and ready.
She slid off his lap, got up on her knees, and remained that way, facing him.
"A girlfriend of mine taught me how much fun it can be this way," Zip explained, for by now he was aware of Helen's need to be fucked by him as she was, but he wanted to keep her on top, to make sure she felt as if she was the aggressor at all times. There would never be any question in the minds of either of them as to who initiated this in the cabin. The only thing Zip had to look out for was an occasional attack of conscience on Helen's part.
The boy smiled at her and drew Helen to him by her slender waist. She let him lead, following eagerly, filled with curiosity, almost amused at the sight of him sitting cross-legged like a Buddha with his thick, powerful cock rising from the seat of his lotus position like a long, thick, prickly cactus.
The boy lifted her slender, tiny body up and tugged her torso against his, pressing his hungry mouth between the swells of her lovely breasts. Helen automatically wrapped her legs around his body, her heels pressing against the base of his spine, one on top of the other as she clung to him. He held her poised above the horn of his pulsing cock, and now he began lowering her gently, slowly, a little at a time, inch by inch, perching her tender-lipped pussy on the point of his penis, easing her down until her wetly hungry vagina succulently slid over the upstanding prod and covered the entire quivering length of the organ.
Helen's lips quivered as lust scrawled itself on her face. This was the first time any cock other than Andy's had entered her body and it was s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o good. For every bit of pain Andy's cock had caused her, this one brought her tingling thrills and enjoyment. Her fingernails dug into the handsome boy's shoulders as the hard rod of masculinity continued sliding deeper and deeper into her womanly cove, filling it as it had never been filled before, and then filling it some more. The sweet, oil-soaked hunk of masculine meat moved higher and higher, sinking ever deeper, and her legs squeezed themselves around his back, tugging her cunt closer and closer as her labia nibbled on the base of the organ, trying hard to suck his scrotum in, as well. Slick, slurping sounds came from down there, and the sounds filled Helen's head with thrilled delight, for each slurp made her tingle with feelings she had never had before. This was what fucking was all about. This was the pleasure, the enjoyment, the delight, the wonder. This was-everything.
"I love it," she whispered. "And I love you."
"I love you, too," he smiled back, kissing her lips.
She was pinned on the upstanding pillar of utter pleasure, locked in an unbreakable copulative union. His cock was an upright root jammed into the deepest part of her, and she felt as if the hard, thick cock had penetrated her cervix and had pushed its way into her uterus.
Helen delighted in this face-to-face intimacy. Her husband had always had her either on her back or on her belly, but this was the first time she had the feeling she was taking an active part in the copulation. Her hands were free to do as they wished-to touch and explore all the intimate parts of his body not buried inside her.
The boy's lap held the roundness of her buttocks comfortably, and she felt a sense of security she had never had with her husband. His hands were running riot over the abundance of breast and flat belly she presented to him, and she rubbed up and down against his back with her thighs. His hard hands waged a subtle but uncompromising campaign over the length of her delightful body, probing her soft flesh with his fingertips, lightly pinching her slender ribs, cupping her high-set, solid breasts, gently tweaking her rosebud nipples, making them bloom and flower with uncontrolled passion.
Then his hands slid around behind her, sliding between her shoulder blades, seeking, finding sensitive spots, pressing in and causing signals of delight to charge uncontrollably through her nervous system. Tingles ran down to her buttocks and up to her neck, and her carotid arteries throbbed until her head fell back with her eyes rolled up, seeing nothing as she lived only to feel the satiety of the lust continuing to trammel through her. She gasped as the boy kissed the pulsing artery on the right side of her throat, nibbling with his lips at the tender flesh, biting, exploring, using his tongue in a pantomime of predatory carnal feasting.
Helen wanted to move, to begin churning and frenziedly grind the container of her vagina around the pylon probing her interior so that her long-delayed orgasm would be set off.
"Now!" she gasped to the boy. "Bounce! Move me! Fuck me! Do it to me, now! I'll go out of my mind if I don't come! Please!"
"No!" the boy told her. "I've done a lotta reading in a lotta books, and I had a chance to practice some of these moves with other chicks, Aunt Helen. Now you do like I tell you, and I promise you, what you feel is gonna be outta this world."
Wh-what are you talking about?" she gasped. "All I want is to really feel that cock of yours scrub my interior. My husband is an animal, and he's never made me come. When I was with you, two weeks ago, I had my first orgasm. I don't want to learn anything imagine, yet. I still have to discover how good a plain old-fashioned fucking can be. Please!"
"Do it my way, Aunt Helen," the boy begged. "Believe me, you're gonna love it that much more. Just close your eyes and let your mind concentrate on what you're feeling. Concentrate on being inside your cunt. Feel my cock in there."
"I can feel it," Helen grunted, concentrating, thinking how wonderful the great, solid tumescent lance stabbed through her womanly strait. She did as the boy told her, remaining still and unmoving. There was an inner feeling she had never known before, and she knew now that the boy was right in what he was trying to convey to her.
Using willpower, straining her muscles, she forced her vaginal walls to tightly contract around the pulsing organ, wanting to caress it, to love it, to reach into her cunt with her hands and pet the throbbing cock. Now she was no longer a shell containing a cunt. At this moment in time she and her cunt became one and the same; a deep, dripping center of consuming lusty carnality. Helen discovered that not only wasn't she frigid as she had supposed all the times her husband fucked her, but she was basically a woman with more heat than she was capable of handling.
Little by little she discovered the spasm on which she was concentrating was happening automatically. Her vagina continually applied strong pressure to the penile root. Yes, her cunt had a life of its own, pressing, rubbing, coaxing the sperm forth like a milkmaid's fingers tightening around the udder of a cow.
Helen found herself losing control over her body. Even as her cunt contracted and expanded, compressing tightly around the throbbing penis, she found it impossible to sit still. Her body jerked up and down, up and down, and then the boy's hands gripped her waist as he said to her, "Don't, Aunt Helen. I'll tell you right now, I've had my share of cunts in my life, but I've never felt one of them able to squeeze my cock the way yours does. If you move it'll be a waste. Let your cunt do all the work-all of it! Don't move!"
Helen was filled with a rapture the like of which was totally unimaginable. She was learning imagine kinds of sexual enjoyment from a fifteen-year-old boy. Within, she discovered her body was slowly building, building, building to complete orgasm, but climbing on an ascending scale that increased geometrically, like the
Richter scale. Her interior was frenziedly undulating, the inner tissue flexing against the cruelly demanding phallus.
"Unh! Anh! Ooonh! Please! Please! I've just got to have it! I have to! Oh, God! Zippy, Zippy, let me move...let me fuck...I can't stand this any longer."
"You can take it," the boy perspiringly insisted. "In fact, you'll find that as time passes it'll get even better. Don't think about it. Just enjoy it. That's all!"
He was anxious, but somehow he managed to keep his voice calm and reassuring. God! This was really the first time he was trying this out. All the other times, the girls had been impatient and they had started bouncing. Not even Rhonda had been able to keep her cunt steady, and he was beginning to wonder if there was a female in America capable of withstanding this position he had read about in The Ananga Ranga.
The calm in his voice belied his anxiety, but it helped soothe Helen. He sounded detached from all this, far, far away, and as a result Helen slowed down, though inwardly shuddering. She chastised herself for acting so childishly in front of the boy, yet in her mind she had built him up to where she believed he must have been fucking younger girls for a long, long time to have gotten this far and to know this much. She almost felt ashamed, seeking such immediate satiety. God! This was uncontrollably overpowering.
She relaxed, resting on the upstanding length of his impaling spire, feeling the organ probe all the more deeply into her womanly trench. The great unmoving instrument within her was like a musical instrument for her to play. It was stiff, solid, unyielding, and stoking her furnace of insatiable demands. The pair of them sat locked in an embrace of total wanton love, and had anyone been observing, they would have thought the couple cold and unfeeling, uncaring and unmoving in spite of the lines streaking across both their faces. Helen was shuddering with unfulfilled need, her face a rigid mask of lust.
Zip was able to feel the frenzied throbbing her vaginal walls created around his prodding penis. Though he hadn't had much practice at self-control, something within had him keeping himself from spilling over. He smiled to himself as he realized the wondrous charges zipping through his Aunt Helen. She had confessed to him that her sex-life with Uncle Andy was a total washout, a bust. Well he was making her feel things she had never felt before. She was making him feel delight as well, delight no other female had been capable of making him feel. Christ! She was really something. Not only that, but when he started the parade of guys, she would become really battle-hardened, and when he fucked her, she would soon be teaching him all the tricks.
Helen was well aware her orgasm was close, very close, only the littlest bit of feeling away. She ached for the boy to thrust straight up into her, as if pulling a trigger and shot gunning the feeling through her.
"Any moment now," he reassured her, whispering to her, yet remaining unmoving.
Helen suddenly realized she was the woman and the cock on which she was setting belonged not to a man, but to a boy. She was tortured with the suspense of waiting, and she became angry that he was treating her like an immature girl his own age rather than the woman she was.
But without realizing it, the agitated squirmings of her sucking syrupy vault was settling into a slower, steadier, more rhythmic pounding timed exactly to her heartbeat. She felt the lightest brush of orgasm, then another brush, and then the mounting, building of the oncoming climax as it began rippling through her cuntal cave. The inner beat continued, her cunt-muscles contracting all the more tightly around his pulsing cock, throbbing with a steady pull as the sensations became wilder.
"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" she gasped, and suddenly she was out of strength. She didn't have the energy to attain orgasm, and she began sobbing as she fell forward, clinging to the young boy as if he were her only salvation in this entire world. She clung to him, unaware that in spite of her collapse, her inner cunt was continuing to work without her mind telling it to, and she suddenly felt as if she was sitting on a mound of burning lava inside a volcano, rising higher and higher, and suddenly an eruption of uncontrollable consequence took place as a titanic blast of wonder went off inside her. The sensations within squeezed her body to its limits, rocketing her past every plateau of sexual pleasure she had ever previously experienced with him, and then the explosion seemed to all but take her apart. The blast seemed unending, uncontrollable, and her entire inner self seemed to come totally apart.
"I'll II'MMMMM...GGGGGG HHHHHA AAA-ANN NNNNGG GGGHHH HH...COMMMM Mil IIINNN NNGGGGGGU UUUUUN NNNGGG GGGHHH HH...AAAAAR RRRRGG GGGHHH HH...OOONNN NGGGGH HHHHAA AAANNN NNG-GGG GGHHHH HH...DON'T STOP...DON'T STOP...MORE...MORE...GIVE IT TO ME ZIP-PPP PYYYYY YYYY...GIVE IT TO MEE EEEE.. . GIVE IT TO MEEE. . . . "
She was a writhing, screaming, squirming uncontrolled woman who was finally learning the meaning of total fulfillment, squealing as she wriggled and twisted on the unmoving tower locked in the center of her interior. Her cunt crushed around it, and that was when the boy lost all control.
"AAA AAIIII IYYYYY AAAAAG GGG GHH-HHH AAANNN NGGGGH HHHHHU UUUUUU UNNNGG GGHHHH HAAAAA AARRRR RGG-GGG HHHHHH AAAAAU UUUUWW WWWWAA ARRRRG GGG HHHHH!" he bellowed, and began firing spurt after spurt into her. It was painful, yet it was a pain he had to feel, because he would have been inwardly blasted apart had he not felt this pain.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Time had fallen away, having no meaning. The two lay side-by-side, and Helen was the first to finally snap out of the funk. She looked at the small wind-up alarm clock Zip had brought with him into the room, and she realized they had been in here for three hours.
"We have to get dressed," she told the boy. "They'll all be back shortly."
"Yeah, sure," he nodded. Reaching out, he grabbed her arm, and asked, "Aunt Helen, are you sorry?"
"I'm only sorry you aren't older or I'm younger," she smiled as they wrapped their robes around their bodies. "This is something I should've done a long time ago."
"Yeah, but if you had, you wouldn't've done it with me," the boy pointed out, "and I'd be the one really missing out.
"You never can tell," Helen smiled. "We have two whole weeks up here, and I have the feeling you and I are going to work in a lot of sack time. But Zip, today was too much for me. From now on, let's be a bit more active and prolonging it a bit less. I mean, you and I have a long way to go, if we're careful. By prolonging it as we did today, we left ourselves open to discovery by the others. We were so enthralled at one point, we would have never heard anyone come in. We have to be careful. Understand?"
"Sure," the boy nodded. "This was just something different I had to try out. I've been trying it with a whole buncha other girls, and none of 'em had the fortitude to hang on. I guess you're one woman in a million, Aunt Helen."
"And you're one boy in a billion," she smiled.
They went to her room first, where Helen rapidly slipped on her shorts and halter. Then she followed the boy to his room where he quickly slipped on shorts of his own and a striped tee shirt. Both had sandals on their feet, and they stepped outside the cabin. They had left the window in the fourth bedroom open so it would air out and no one would be able to smell the sex that had hung heavily in the air in there.
"Hey," the boy said to her. "Did you know behind the picture near the dresser in your room is a hole? I mean, you can look through it into my folks' bedroom, and you know what? Knowing my folks as I do, they fuck almost every night. . . . "
"How would you know?" Helen asked, smiling as they walked down to the river and stood on the wooden pier, careful not to sit since they didn't want to risk getting splinters.
"Are you kidding?" the boy laughed. "I can hear them really going at it every night. I know what all those sounds are. Jesus! I've been making them myself for more'n a year, now."
"Well, I don't think I'll be doing much peeping," Helen told him. "You forget, I have a husband of my own, and Andy isn't into being a peeping torn just yet."
"Aw come on, Aunt Helen," the boy laughed. "We both know Uncle Andy loves to hit the sauce, and by tonight he'll have popped about eighteen beers inside him. He'll be out like a light."
"What are you suggesting?" Helen asked.
"That once he's cool, you and I watch, and then have a ball of our own. How about it?"
"Well," Helen smiled, "only if Andy is definitely sauced out."
CHAPTER NINE
For the most part it had been a fun evening. They all went to the nearby harness race track, where the men bet and lost a few dollars while the women cheered their husbands on, and Zip had stood around quietly and simply watched.
At the track, Andy had started loading up on beers, and by the time they had gotten back to the cabin, he was almost out of it. He went to the refrigerator, took out one more beer, guzzled it down, then staggered to his bedroom where he collapsed, fully clothed, on one of the twin beds. He started snoring almost immediately, and Helen knew an earthquake wouldn't have awakened her husband.
She felt ashamed of herself because she knew she was going to call Zip into her room, and the two of them would spy on his parents. She had often wondered what it would be like to watch Joe and Maggie fuck away. Maggie for all her outward prudish-ness, seemingly knew all the tricks in the business, what with being a nurse and having watched her fellow nurses screwing with various doctors and patients. Maggie was that rarity, a faithful wife, but Helen sometimes had the feeling that Maggie's fidelity was not due so much to righteousness as it was to a fear of getting caught. Helen sincerely believed her friend would have been bunny-fucking if she felt herself able to get away with it.
Wearing only a nightgown, Helen opened her door and peered into the main room. It was dark, with a slice of moonlight coming in through one of the windows and scrawling itself across the floor.
Walking to Zip's room, she boldly opened the door without knocking. The boy was wearing pajama bottoms, and nothing else. She walked over to him, put her arms around him, and kissed him hungrily, saying, "You're right. Andy's fast asleep and he won't wake up."
The two of them hurried back to her room, shutting the door and moving quietly, turning off the one lamp on the night table between the twin beds. Not only were they worried about the possibility of waking Andy, something that was virtually impossible, but they didn't want to be heard by Zip's parents.
They walked over to the wall where the picture hung and removed it. There was not one, but two holes, and spaced far enough apart so both of them were able to peer through them and see what was taking place in the next room. At the moment, they saw an empty double bed. Maggie, the brown-haired mother of Zip, sr, was in her nightgown, revealing that over the years she had neither put on weight nor lost any of her good looks. She had a short, turned-up nose, and a full, kissable mouth. It was obvious Joe had been attracted to her right from the time he had first seen her.
Joe, while not as short as Andy, was not as tall as his own son. He was uncommonly good-looking, which explained Maggie's being attracted to him, but more important, he was as good-natured as he was good-looking. He had a slightly long nose which he tried hiding with a mustache, and his face was almost, not quite, sallow.
Since nothing was going on in the next room, Zip turned Helen to face him, and putting his arms around her, gave her a long, drawn-out soul-kiss. Helen tasted the mouthwash as his lips enfolded hers, enjoying the way his tongue slithered so easily into her mouth, searching for, finding, then rubbing her own tongue. His body felt so good next to hers, pressing its slenderness against the pliant, supple flesh of her own torso.
Her arms rose without her thinking, twining themselves around the boy's neck. She pulled him closer, tighter against her slender feminine form, feeling his young muscles flexing and contracting under his pajama pants while her hands caressed the bare flesh above. Her nightie felt like a barrier rather than something to keep out the cool night air. It was cut low in front, and the boy was able to see the rich quivering of her breasts.
His lips crushed and sucked at her mouth all the more urgently and she enjoyed the feel of his hand sliding over her back under her nightie. It felt so wonderful, so romantic, as if she were in a movie away on some south sea island, alone with this wonderful youth. She kissed him, slipping her tongue around his, feeling his strength surround her. Every delicious sensation only served to strengthen her resolve to cheat on Andy as a way of life from then on. With Zip, a mere boy she felt like a woman, at last. Thick and rigid, his pulsing penis pressed against the hidden curls of her pubic mound, and it felt wonderful. It was bigger, longer, thicker than Andy's, and yet, when Andy's penis in her vagina hurt her, this one slid in so smoothly.
At the moment Zip had another full erection, and it was pressing against her, threatening her with more sexual ecstasy, an ecstasy she knew she would accept. Mmmmmm, yes!
In the middle of kissing the boy, she heard a wet, sucking sound coming through the hole in the wall, and peering through, she saw Joe and Maggie wrestling on the bed, kissing. They were naked now, and she had a chance to see Joe's hairy back, looking almost apelike as he seemingly wrestled with his wife.
Helen saw Maggie's face lolling from side to side, her face contorted with a far-away look of erotic obsession as Joe slid lower, pushing his face between her thighs, doing to his wife what Zip had done the first time he had been with her.
She was conscious of Zip watching, too. Helen had the feeling this was the first time Zip had ever seen his parents make love, and she realized he was wildly aroused at the sight of it.
Joe licked at his wife's thighs, then moved his mouth higher, kissing her belly, then licking at her nipples, each in turn, making the tan tips expand and swell like little bullets. Then he began sucking voraciously at his wife's heaving breasts as Maggie cooed softly while he took each nipple into his mouth.
Watching them as she stood in her own darkened room, Helen found herself unable to move a muscle. She was frozen where she stood, bending just a little to keep her eye glued to the hole, her nipples also hardening as she enjoyed the wonderfully lurid sight of husband and wife making love, moaning as they rolled all over the bed. They had kept the small lamp on one of their nightstands on, and in the dim light Helen was able to discern just how beautiful Maggie's body really was. Reaching down, her hand gripped Zip's cock through his pajama pants, and she realized the sight of his mother's nakedness had him all hot and bothered. Maggie had such a fresh, clean look about her, unmarked by anything other than immediate passion. It was obvious Joe had already aroused her to an unreal reverie of lust and the lovely woman's mouth hung open as her head continued lolling from side to side. Her eyes had rolled up in her head, as if trying to stare at the sexual electricity within her. Thrill after thrill coursed through the brown-haired woman's excited flesh, and Helen, who was staring, was no less thrilled.
Joe was moving lower again, running his tongue over the gentle swell of her tantalizing belly, moving lower and lower until his lips once again hovered over the dark pubic hairs covering Maggie's mound. His hands eased over the perspiring softness of her belly, his thumbs slowly but surely slithering through the downy pubic fur, moving to the tantalizingly ruffled pink lips of her vagina.
Helen licked her dry lips with the moist tip of her tongue and suddenly shuddered when she saw him part the rippling pink vaginal lips and expose the tender moistness of his wife's cuntal core. Through droplets of wetness the pink lips glistened delightfully, and Helen was able to see the erect tip of the woman's clitoris, expanding and glistening with apprehension.
The man's head slowly began lowering, and his tongue once again came eeling out of his mouth, darting back and forth until it flicked tantalizingly over the shuddering clitoris as it remained nestled at the apex of the inner lips. Maggie's body jumped spasmodically as if her cunt had been touched with an electric cattle prod, sending a bolt of lightning shooting through her entire shuddering body. She automatically lifted her long, smoothly tapered legs and clamped her soft thighs tightly around Joe's head. Slowly she began revolving her hips around and around, up and down, moving with an obscene animal lust. She was bent on pressing the wonderful tongue against her lascivious cunt until she was unable to stand it any longer. Her tightly clenched teeth were unable to suppress the agonizingly delightful mewls of pleasure coming from the depths of her shuddering throat. She sounded more and more sensuous with every passing moment, looking more desirable than ever with each undulating roll of her hips.
Mesmerized by the enjoyment in Maggie, Helen stared at the woman's undulating motions as she kept time to the obscene sucking sounds coming from Joe's throat. There was more than a little something in Maggie's glassy stare that reminded Helen of herself, earlier in the day. Maggie was as sensuous as she, but Maggie was Zip's mother and so Zip would never get a chance to fuck her. She, Helen, would have to be a stand-in, for she knew now that Zip had unconsciously always had an urge to fuck his mother, much the way most boys do at one time or another in their lives.
Helen's hips had involuntarily picked up Maggie's lascivious rhythm, and she rolled her hips slowly from side to side. She was barely conscious of Zip, moving behind her still peering over her shoulder through the second hole and watching his parents, as his hands moved from her waist to her swollen breasts. He gently rotated them in his palms, squeezing and pulling at the firmness of her quivering nipples until their tightness was almost painful. Her slowly rotating hips rubbed against the boy's trouser-like pajama pants. She had no desire whatsoever to pull away. Instead, she almost consciously urged Zip to press his penis all the more firmly against her wriggling buttocks, pushing the thick head of his youthful cock into the crevice between her softly quivering asscheeks. Her nightie bunched up tightly and teased her puckering anus as she felt perverted shivers of joy trammel through her quivering body.
Little by little Helen was learning more and more about the animal pleasures of life as sex swelled from her inner depths and bathed her in its radiance. She gasped as the boy pulled her nightie from the crack between her asscheeks, then threw it over her head, and pulled it off her.
She pushed back against the hand that filled itself with her breast, rolling her rounded bottom with perfect timing, matching the movement of the beautiful woman in the next room. She stared, transfixed at Joe's lips as he lifted them from between Maggie's wide-splayed thighs and kissed her belly. Nipping, biting, licking, the man's tongue worked slowly up Maggie's frenetically jerking body, making the woman squeal with a frustrated wanting each time he flicked the tip of his tongue at the exposed tips of her tight, tan nipples.
Now Helen's eyes had a clear view of the long, rigid cock jutting from between Joe's loins, and the size of it almost made her cringe. It was unbelivablesomething that might have been sported by Kong.
The blonde found herself fascinated by the length and thickness of it, aware that in all probability Zip would one day sport something equally long and thick. She choked back a moan of pleasure when she saw the rubbery head pause over Maggie's hot and waiting pussy. How in God's name was Maggie able to handle such a monster? For a moment the long reddened shaft hung precariously over the woman's throbbingly exposed vagina, then Joe moved forward, dragging his dangling testicles over his wife's belly. He slid easily over her glisteningly wet torso, stopping when his buttocks were hovering over her breasts. He sat, crushing the mammaries with his hairy asscheeks. Standing almost straight out from his groin, his thick, throbbing penis pointed itself at his wife's parted lips. He leaned back a little and reached behind him in order to push a finger into her sopping slit, watching with glee as Maggie jerked around, bucking against his driving finger. She was as much a slave to her husband as Helen had been to the boy, earlier. Maggie was enjoying it though, obviously feeling no guilt whatsoever, and Helen felt pangs because her own husband was such a clod and unable to decently make love.
Helen watched Maggie squirming under Joe's knees, playing the exciting game of being her husband's slave. The woman was totally at Joe's mercy, and loving every little bit of it. A lascivious grin spread across Joe's face as he gripped his pulsing cock and rubbed its red tip against his wife's lips in tiny little circles. Abruptly her tongue darted out at the tantalizingly hard tip and she caught a droplet of colorless fluid oozing from the penile point. When her head fell back, a strand fell from her lips, looking like a gossamer extension from a spider's web. Maggie lifted her head and tried sucking at the tip of her husband's cock, but Joe managed to pull it out of reach. Each time she lifted her mouth, Joe managed to pull back. She grunted, straining to grab the tip of his penis between her lips, and Helen licked her own lips as if feeling what Maggie felt, empathizing with her, wanting to suck on it, too.
Maggie gasped, and Helen gasped along with her as the brown-haired woman struggled with her husband for possession of the penis. Aching to know the glorious pleasures that drove Maggie to madness, her eager body wantonly accepted the thrilling fondling of Zip's hands as the boy played with her perspiring nakedness. Every fiber of her being shivered as one of his hands slid away from her breasts, moving down her flat front, running over her belly, moving so that his fingers dipped into her pubic hairs. He rubbed her hot, wet slit again and again, touching the tiny, tantalizing bud of the clitoris, sending Shockwave after Shockwave through her quivering body. The little bud enlarged and swelled, massively throbbing as the boy's swollen penis rested in the crack between her asscheeks. Helen was reminded of the way Andy had violently fucked her ass, and she hoped Zip didn't have that in mind. In time, that was something she would learn to accept too, but not now, not now. She undulated her cheeks, feeling the head of the seething cock poke against her pouting vaginal slit. His hand, in front, suddenly poked between her thighs, sinking a finger into the wanting depths of her aching vagina. A squeak of rapture purged itself from the depths of Helen's constricted throat.
Zip began rocking forward very gently, then moved back again, and he discovered Helen responding as eagerly as he had expected. For him, it was an unexpected plus to be able to fuck this wonderful woman while actually watching his parents in action. He had to admit, his old man had some good moves, but he felt he was already better than his father in some respects.
Helen rolled her buttocks around and around, and as a result felt the penile head pressing between her cuntlips while Zip's finger continued playing with her clitoris. She watched as Joe continued teasing his wife, and the sight of it all was that much more arousing. The pressure of the finger against her clitoris caused sparks to shoot through Helen, and she shut her eyes for a moment.
Then she heard a choking, gurgling sound from the next room, and peering through the hole in the wall, she saw a sadistic, almost evil grin on Joe's face. He had grabbed his wife by her long brown hair and had viciously pulled her lovely face up while ramming the thick, turgid length of his shuddering cock all the way down her throat. Helen gasped aloud, wondering how it was possible for this poor woman to take such immenseness in her throat. Surely Maggie was going to choke. But Maggie began sucking hard, the sounds coming through quite clearly as the brown-haired woman slurped and sucked, voraciously pulling the length of cock all the way into her mouth and against her gullet. It seemed to be the one thing in the world for which Maggie was living.
Joe had raised himself to his knees, yanking his wife's lovely face a little higher now, and with his other hand pushing fingers in and out of the succulent pinkness of her cunt almost brutally buffeting her while she continued sucking the thick length of his pounding cock.
Helen stared, seeing how much more expert Maggie was than she at something like this. But then, the only time she had ever sucked a cock was when her husband had forced it down her throat after pushing it in and out of her ass.
Maggie sucked and licked at the horrendous length of hard flesh, trying to get every last little bit of it into her expanding mouth. She was sucking on the in-stroke, her cheeks hollowing, and blowing on the out-stroke, her cheeks puffing out. Her eyes were blurred with animal passion, and this made the scene even more macabre. Helen had never thought it possible that any man was as well-hung as Joe Cerrone, and she had been just as certain that no woman would be able to ingest such a massive cock, and here was Maggie, proving her wrong, doing it with verve and gusto. Maggie was moaning with delight, and Helen realized that cocksucking was something women enjoyed as well as men enjoyed having it done.
Zip was watching his mother, amazed at her abilities, and, as Helen had surmised, thinking of Helen as a mother-substitute, certain she, too, when the time came, would suck just as well. He was on fire, and he had to get his rocks off or explode. Nothing too imagine, this time. He would let friction do most of the work.
Throbbing with pent-up passion, his cock slid from the soft resting place between Helen's thighs. Zip leaned forward and said, "Just lift your lovely heinie a little and I'll fuck your cunt from behind. You'll love it, Aunt Helen."
Swaying gently with a soft, subtle rhythm, her full rounded buttocks rolling lightly from side to side, the cheeks trembling sensuously, she felt his hands grasp her buttocks as he kneeled on the floor behind her and pushed his face into her seething swamp from the rear. His tongue leaped out and began licking at her anus.
"Haa aaaann nhhh!" she gasped aloud as the tantalizing tongue slurped between her asscheeks and her cuntlips, sending wave after wave of shocking delight through her lust-crazed body. Sex had become very important to Helen all of a sudden. It was a way of life to her, and now, at this age, she was discovering what she should have learned sixteen years earlier, what she would have learned sixteen years earlier had her husband not been such a dull clod when it came to the art of fucking. She slammed her upraised buttocks backward, and totally out of control, began screwing her asscheeks in tiny circles around the torturing tongue as it drove into her seething swamp, lapping at her tantalized asshole, as well. Flashes of heat and extreme cold blasted through the beautiful blonde woman, charging through her nerve-wracked body as she reveled in these wonderful sensations blazing through her. The only reality at this moment was the slurping tongue that lashed against her cunt and asshole. Now she knew why other women were always so crazy about sex, as she would be, from now on.
Helen was sizzling, on fire with desire, and when the youth stopped his lapping at her rear-end and cunt a gush of frustrated relief passed through her hissing lips. She sensed the youth getting to his feet behind her, his tongue tickling its way up her shuddering spine, barely touching her skin as he pushed aside her hair and kissed the nape of her neck.
The boy stood at his full height behind Helen and slowly pushed the throbbing head of his cock, a purple-helmeted knob, between her soft and tantalizing thighs, letting it run between her hair-covered labia, rubbing it against her defenseless vagina.
She had ridden the pay pole before and it had been wonderful. Now he was going to stroke it into her. Now vaginal squeezing this time, no pressure from within, but simple friction, simple stroking, and she knew it would be no less wonderful than before.
Spurred on by Helen's overwhelming desire to be fucked, the boy pushed forward. She automatically clenched her asscheeks and pulled forward, not wanting him to enter her too quickly, but the rigid phallus moved with her, and she knew the time had come for total impalement. Besides, she really didn't want to escape the mighty probe. She ached to have it buried in the seething center of her, and the time to feel it slide into her cunt was...now!
The anxious Zip had his hands digging into her soft, widespread thighs, his fingers like pressuring weights, holding her clamped into position for the final thrust.
"Do it!" she whispered low enough not to be heard in the next room.
"No!" he gasped, panting into her ear. "You do it! Reach behind you and put it in!"
"Come on, Zip," she gasped. If you feel about me as you claim you do, you won't torture me this way by making me wait. Push it into me! Hurry!"
"I love you, Aunt Helen," he murmured. "But you have to show how much you love me, too. I know you rode the merry-go-round before, but this time I want to feel you putting it in with your hand. Come on, do it, now!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" she hissed, thrilled with the pressure of his fingers on her thighs.
Reaching between her legs, she felt the stem of the penis, and gripped it, guiding the head against her vibrant labia. It nudged between her sodden lips, parting them a bit wider, and then slowly the onion-shaped head began pushing into her ridged slot with its massive girth. Slowly, his cock stretched that most precious part of her body, the probing phallus forcing its way into the tight, narrowly restricting channel until the entire helmet was resting inside the damp hole. Knowing for sure she would die if he quit now, Helen waggled her buttocks, letting Zip know she wanted it all. She gasped as he powered forward, sinking the entire length of his throbbing cock into her elastic tunnel with a single powering burst that forced her clenching buttocks to loosen. It was in, right to the balls.
"Haaaauuuuhhhhh!" she quietly gasped, the sound barely carrying to his ears.
Helen felt as if her entire belly was aflame with raw lust. If she didn't come shortly, she was certain she would die.
She struggled to move the mighty penis ravaging her vagina, aching to feel the pressure it generated. She was wonderfully impaled on his driving stake, and an eternity of delight was filling her trembling body. Fires of salaciousness burned out of control inside her, and she wondered if his cock would cut through her. and divide her into two equal parts. Her vaginal walls felt stretched as never before, perhaps because of the angle, but surely filling her with thrills she hadn't felt earlier in the day. Each new position brought with it a new thrill.
Rolling her head from side to side, she panted, and to take her mind off her own sizzling enjoyment to possibly prolong it, she glued her eye back to the peephole, and saw Maggie with her mouth tightly wrapped around her husband's thickly thrusting cock. The long, stiff penis continually sawed in and out of Maggie's sucking mouth as the brown-haired woman clasped her lips tightly around the throbbing base. Her head bobbed back and forth as the full length of the cock ran down her throat and eased out again. Above her, her husband was panting heavily, thrilled with the pressure of his wife's lips on his pulsating organ. He fucked her mouth insanely, enjoying the sight of her as she sucked, her pulling mouth depravedly begging for more and more and more.
Helen watched the other woman use both her hands to grip her husband's buttocks and pull his cock even more deeply down her gullet, jerking his groin frantically toward her, not letting him retreat as much. Rivers of saliva fell from the corners of her sucking mouth and drooled down her chin. The wonderful scene was a vision of total perversion and wanton depravity-wonderful wanton depravity. There was that joyful glaze in Maggie's eyes as she rammed her face against her husband's groin, seeking to fill her mouth with even more of the thrusting penis.
Helen was aware now that Maggie loved what she was doing, really enjoying being fucked in the mouth, and it occurred to her that with someone like Zip she would be ready to try it, too. Her husband was useless as far as she was concerned, but Zip had a cock made for sucking. As she thought all this, she realized thrills were shooting though her impaled vagina.
She felt the rhythmic rocking back and forth as the youth slowed his stroke but increased the length of his plunge, sinking a little deeper each time. Her sodden cunt felt as if its accordion walls were being smoothed out by the huge rubber-headed plunger that continued pistoning in and out. Electrifying ripples of passion welled up inside her, and she knew release was not too far away. Desire for it mounted as each thrust of the boy's driving phallus stretched her taut walls that much more. She sensed honest lust filling her, and she knew this youth, whom she had diapered more than once in his youth, was giving her more joy with each thrust than her husband had given her in fifteen years of marriage and a year of courtship.
The more the boy fucked her, the more Helen felt that the only shame in her life was in allowing her husband to continually fuck her. She felt more and more pleasure, more and more delight, more and more sparkling wonder as she continued rolling her sensuous hips around and around, keeping time with the strong, hard cock fucking into her taut twat from the rear.
"Ummmm!" she hummed, barely loud enough for the youth to hear her. "That's good, really good!"
Standing behind her, the salacious youth continued making plans, his face contorted with desire and wanton delight as he continually fucked his driving cock deeper and deeper into her seething sump. Yes, he had her where he wanted her now, and soon he would broach the idea of keeping her happy when they returned home by allowing him to bring certain trusted friends who would also see to it that she enjoyed everything done to her. He knew she wouldn't refuse him.
Zip held her hips captive, fucking into her with long, hard, driving strokes, and he felt more and more power simply because of the pleasure he was feeling. He had power over this adult woman, a woman whom he loved, but whom he would use to make some nice money. He would be able to do just about anything he wanted with her, by now. She would submit to his wants and needs without question, and this was what he had been striving for. Yes, he was fucking his Aunt
Helen and loving every second of it. What made it more enjoyable was that he was fucking her in front of her husband, a husband who had stupidly drunk himself into a stupor, while at the same time watching his mother suck his father. Obviously Zip would never have a chance to fuck his mother. By the same token, he would see to it his father never had a chance to fuck Aunt Helen.
His fingers dug almost mercilessly into the flesh of her white thighs and Helen winced with delightful pain, enjoying what he was doing to her, proud of him and his ability to make her come. Zip was no less proud of himself, but proud also in having been able to convince Aunt Helen to do this for him, too. He knew for a fact that until he had conned her into putting out for him, she had been faithful to Uncle Andy all her life. If she hadn't been, she wouldn't have been so afraid of sex.
His hands continued pulling at the white-rounded moons of her buttocks, feeling them jiggle as they swayed from side to side. He spread the cheeks a little wider, watching the way her curlicued pink cuntlips sucked on the length of his throbbing cock as he continually pushed it in and out of her steaming vagina.
Taking a deep breath, the boy thrust forward, and then thrust forward again, sinking his cock a little deeper, feeling her jellied cunt suck on his cock as never before. God! She was a tight one. Her vaginal resistance set him aflame with wanton desire as his penile head spread her tunnel a bit wider with each thrust.
Hell! In a way he was definitely doing her a favor, bringing her a whole bunch of guys to fuck her. Aunt Helen was very much like his mother in that she was so overcome by the need for sex, eventually one or two orgasms wouldn't be enough for her, no matter how strong. He knew now that his mother needed at least four or five good climaxes before feeling totally satisfied. His father often had to use more than his cock or his fingers. He had to eat pussy like mad to keep Maggie happy. The boy had listened to them very often, putting a glass to the walls between their rooms to amplify the sound.
Well Aunt Helen was going to be the same way, and soon. He would have to line up a whole group of good cocks in order to keep her happy. The best part of it was, he would also be keeping himself happy because each one of these guys would be more than willing to pay some good money to fuck Aunt Helen. Naturally, she need not know about the money he was making. It might ruin their relationship, and Zip felt that was too important.
He plowed all the more deeply into the blonde woman, treasuring his relationship with her more and more. He rolled his own cock inside her, making it pressure each of her inner walls in turn. The head of his buried cock described arcs within her clasping pussy. Every wet inch of her internal channel was buttery soft and smooth, tightly clamping around the thrusting probe of his driving cock, enveloping it like a hot, wet glove, massaging its veined hardness with tingling electrifying strokes.
Unaware of any further pain from having been stretched so wide, Helen mewled again and again, thrilled repeatedly by the way her young lover was stretching her cunt. Passion continued bubbling in her veins, and she became more and more aware of the desire inside her with every passing moment. She spread her slender thighs even wider now, pushing her resilient buttocks back as she kept her eye glued to the hall in order to watch the cock-sucking and cunt-probing taking place in the next room. Looking at Maggie and Joe was almost as arousing as being involved. In fact, watching them helped enhance what she was feeling that much more.
She panted and gasped each time she felt the boy's bushy clump of pelvic hair rub against the softness of her tantalizing buttocks. It whisked against her flesh constantly, tickling her asshole in the process. God! It was so good!
Still staring at the couple in the other room, she continued fondling her breasts, feeling her own nipples, rubbing them, making them enlarge even more as her breasts throbbed with desire. Gasping and moaning because of each delightful new stimulation, she cooed even more loudly when the rubbery head of his thrusting cock slammed solidly into her cuntal back wall. She no longer felt like a mousy little housewife, and oddly, she no longer feared what her husband would do to her. She was a woman in every sense of the word, enjoying sex as she ought to have been enjoying it years before. That she hadn't wasn't her fault, but rather it was Andy's fault, for if Andy had been more interested in making her come, she would have concentrated on making sex pleasurable for him. She knew she would never again feel pain when her husband fucked her because the merest touch would start the oils in her cunt bubbling, and as a result she would be able to handle her husband's "teeny wienie." She only hoped she would be able to feel some kind of pleasure before the man came. She realized she liked pleasure, and she liked being lustfully incited by the boy, being aroused to her fullest. Passion by itself was a worthy end, something worth aiming for, something she would achieve from now on.
Looking through the hole in the wall, she saw Maggie was still vigorously sucking on Joe's cock. If Joe wasn't Maggie's husband, Helen would have made a play for him, but one didn't fuck around with one's best-friend's husband-not if one wanted to keep that best-friend. But there was nothing that would rob her of the awareness of the long, hard-driving shaft that powered into Maggie's mouth, and the cock in her own cunt seemed to drive in with the same rhythm as if the boy was aware of his father's tempo and was matching it. Soon, very soon, she, Helen, would be sucking a cock, and she hoped she would derive as much pleasure from doing so as Maggie was obviously having. Yes, that looked like it would be lots of fun, and she decided Zip should have the honor of being the one whose cock she sucked.
Vaguely, Helen watched Joe jerk convulsively, silently, his balls slapping against Maggie's chin, and the blonde knew the man was coming in his wife's mouth. Not only that, but from the movements of Maggie's throat, it was obvious the brown-haired woman was swallowing it all.
My God! Helen wondered. What did it feel like to have one's mouth filled with all that pungent sperm? What did it taste like? Maggie seemed to like it a lot, making Helen more curious than ever.
Totally awed, the lovely blonde continued to watch as Joe yanked his madly spurting penis from his wife's hungry and anxious mouth, pulling it back just out of reach so that Maggie kept raising herself up in the hope of recapturing it. Her mouth remained wide open, and the blasts of seminal fluid unerringly went right down her throat. Helen saw the white juices spurting into Maggie's mouth almost faster than the brunette was able to swallow. She gulped rapidly, but
Joe's sperm just kept right on coming, filling her throat. Then some drops missed and splattered against her cheeks, and soon there was a fine spray all over Maggie's face.
Helen didn't know what to feel. Under normal circumstances she would have considered such behavior degrading, at the very least. Yet Maggie seemed to revel in it, as did Joe. It was obvious from the quantity that Joe was spurting that he not only hadn't had any action the night before, but that he was enjoying all this immensely.
Some last few drops oozed from the tip of his wilting penis, and the brown-haired woman leaned forward, sucked the limp organ into her mouth, and began pulling on it as if the sperm were sustenance.
"They're finished," she whispered to Zip, who was no longer watching, but rather was concentrating on what he was doing with Helen.
Zip reached under Helen and grabbed her knees, and then he surprised her by starting to lift. Helen felt herself being tipped forward as he tugged her away from the wall. Her hands went down to the floor, and as she placed her palms flat on the floor, the boy lifted higher, and had her legs under his arms on either side of him, holding Helen as if she were a wheelbarrow, with his cock still buried to the limit inside her.
Helen began walking on her hands around the room, listening to her husband's loud snores as Zip continued fucking into her cunt from behind. The boy kept pace with her, waggling from side to side as he walked, careful not to release his grip on her hips and slip out of her cunt.
They finally found themselves on the far side of the second twin bed, her face below the top of the mattress.
"Try and get onto the bed," Zip said to her.
Helen wondered if she would be able to do it. She was certain if she tried she would lose that wonderful thickness buried in the depths of her seething cunt. But still, it would be fun to try. She had never really thought about trying to do anything while in the process of being fucked, and doing something meant that much more enjoyment to her. She was fast-learning the different things involved in sex.
She raised one hand and pressed her arm into the mattress above her. Applying her weight to that arm, she lifted her other arm, slamming it on the mattress, as well. Little by little she lifted her trunk, making sure the youth kept his cock buried in her cunt the entire time.
Then, just as she was almost set, she suddenly fell forward, losing her balance, and as a result the youth's penis was suddenly sucked right out of her. A cool rush of air charged through her wet pubic hairs and blasted into her pussy. The coolness made her shudder, and she had to admit it felt good, but by the same token she missed the pulsing length of cock, aching to feel it buried between her perspiring thighs. Yes, the boy had one helluva good cock, and she ached to have Zip shove it swiftly back into the wildly wanting confines of her tightly clasping vagina.
"Haaaauuunnnnnnggghhh!" she gasped, as the boy rolled her over onto her back, squeezing both white moons of her quivering buttocks in his two hands as he hoisted her hair-surrounded, baby-soft pussy off the mattress toward the straining purple tip of his throbbing cock. Helen moaned softly, wiggling with rapture as she felt the pulsating head slide evenly and smoothly into the seething corridor within her, once more filling her channel with his hot, hard flesh that had brought her to such lust-filled heights of deliciously wanton depravity only moments before.
Helen raised her legs and locked her trembling loins tightly around the handsome young boy's hips, imprisoning his solid instrument in the depths of her belly, never again wanting to release it. She had read somewhere that in Dante's Inferno, people guilty of adultery spent eternity chained together in the copulative position, and she decided that would be a marvelous way to spend eternity.
As the youth thrust forward and withdrew, then slammed his powering poker forward once more, she began clenching her smooth, ruffled walls around the powering pylon, gripping it like a soaking-wet fist, massaging his cock like a living vibrator. She was in total surrender to sexual passion, ecstatically thrilled as one electric shock of lust followed another through her seething center, flashing through all her nerve-endings. Her head lolled from side to side in a silent sort of reverie, sucking all the passion and exciting sensation she was able to from this wickedly wonderful, adulterous feeling.
She was alone in the new world of sex, and for the moment her husband, her friends, her own son no longer existed. All that mattered was the youth who was fucking her. He rammed into her repeatedly, and she felt his balls slapping rhythmically against her bucking buttocks as earth-shaking tremors of lust continued rampantly charging through her shuddering loins.
"Yesssss...yessss...yesssss.. . . " she hissed. "Fuck me harder, you bastard...fuck me harderrrrr...fuck me...fuck meee...fuck meeeee. . . . " she gasped out, no longer in control of herself as she jerked and bucked spastically, aware of the throes of orgasm mounting ever higher in her teeming depths. Her stomach muscles felt strained to the limit, unused to so much exercise. Her frenzied mind and body were thrashing wildly, wild like an untamed sea in a typhoon as she continued begging for more and more pleasure and the final moment of supreme and complete orgasm.
"Keep it down in there!" she heard Joe Cerrone's voice call out from the next room, and she realized that without the picture in place, her voice had traveled through the holes in the wall and Joe and Maggie had heard her.
But it was too late to stem the tide of orgasm that overwhelmed her, and she jammed a pillow into her mouth, gagging, "GGG GGHHHH UUUUUU UUU-UUR RRRGGG GGHHHH AAAAAP HHHWWW WAAAAU UUUGGG GPHHHW WWAAAA HHHH!" as Zip silently fired his load into her, the two writhing and twisting insanely against one another. She fell asleep after that.
CHAPTER TEN
When Helen awoke the following morning, she realized Zip had covered her, then had hung the picture back in place, and had left. Andy was still unconscious in the next bed.
She got up and went to the bathroom, taking a long, hot shower, and when she emerged, wearing her bathrobe, she saw her husband sitting at the breakfast table with Joe Cerrone, and the two of them were laughing.
"Hey, man," Joe was teasing. "I don't know what got hold of you last night, but you really gave it to her good, and she was sighing and gasping and begging for more. Jeez, man, you really know how to give it to her."
Helen blushed as she heard her husband reply, "I don't remember a damn thing, I swear it."
"Well, you can believe me when I tell you, Maggie and me, we heard you clear as a bell," Joe insisted. "Hey man, you gotta learn to do it quietly, like Maggie and me."
"So invite me in to watch some day," Andy teased.
"Yeah, sure," Joe laughed. "Just be careful. I mean, me and Maggie, we understand. But Zip is young and impressionable. We don't want him hearing this. He might think you're beatin' her."
"Sheesh! I sure wish I was able to remember," Andy shrugged.
Helen went to the bedroom and quickly dressed in a yellow halter and shorts. By the time she was finished, Andy walked in.
"Hey," he said. "Joe tells me you and me, we had a time of it, last night. He says you actually liked it. Izzat true?"
"Yes," she nodded. "I liked it, last night."
"Well, whyna hell don'tcha like it all other times?"
"Well, why in the hell don't you give me a warm-up period the way I had one last night?" she asked, careful to omit the fact that he wasn't the one who had given it to her.
"You mean you like being fondled like some kinda whore?" Andy asked.
"All women like being fondled," Helen replied. "Just because we like it, doesn't make us whores. We have feelings, too."
"I gotta admit, I never thought about it that way," he shrugged. "I alius figured you was just naturally frigid, like my ma. I guess I gotta get drunk a little more often."
"If that's what it takes to make you treat me right," she replied.
"I was a little rough on you that other time," he admitted. "Look, mebbee we can work something out in the future. If I can getcha to like sex, well, mebbee we can do it more often."
"Maybe," Helen shrugged.
"But ya' did like it last night, huh?"
"Yes, I liked it last night."
"Just goes to show, I must be doin' somethin' right."
"Last night, you did everything just right," she nodded, referring to his having fallen into such a drunken stupor that he had been unable to wake up when Zip had given her the most wonderful fucking of her entire life.
"Like to try again tonight, when I have a li'l less booze in me?" he asked.
"Sure, why not!" she replied, her heart hammering, afraid he would revert to being his animalistic self.
"You just kinda point out all the things we did last night," he told her, "and we'll try and make it good for both of us."
"Okay!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The rest of the vacation went too fast for Helen. To begin with, Andy actually began making her feel good at night when he fucked her. He wouldn't go down on her, but he did take his time and finger her cunt until she was nice and wet. Then he fucked her, and because she was so wet, he took long enough to come so that she had her own orgasm. He took to fucking her every night, and she came every night, but it was always the same, flat-on-her-back routine without variation. But at least he was showing her some consideration.
During the day, Helen occasionally went shopping with Maggie, but for the most part she relaxed around the cabin while Joe and her husband went into town, or went fishing, or boating, or even hiking. As a result, Zip somehow or other managed to fill most of her late mornings and early afternoons. Zip made up for her husband's routineness. The boy always found some interesting new position or some different way for the two of them to make love. But he still hadn't asked her to go down on him.
Oddly enough, the next time Helen sucked a cock, it wasn't Zip's, nor was it Andy's. Though she would never openly admit it to anyone, it was a rape she thoroughly enjoyed.
It was the late afternoon of their last day at the cabin, and Andy had taken Zip to a small auto supply store in town, because Zip was interested in learning about cars, and Andy wanted to show him the differences between the various auto parts belonging to different makes of cars. Maggie, as usual, was at one of the local curio shops, and Helen, missing her afternoon with Zip, felt all alone. Besides, her period was due shortly.
She decided to take a quick shower with everyone gone from the cabin. It wasn't often that anyone had a chance to have the bathroom to themselves.
Undressing, she carried her robe as she nakedly walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She was unaware that Joe Cerrone had been walking into the cabin as she had entered the bathroom, and he had seen her naked form just before she had closed the bathroom door.
There was no lock on the bathroom door, but it had been deemed unnecessary because when no one was in the bathroom, the door was left open. When the bathroom door was closed, it was automatically assumed someone was in there. So Helen never thought twice as she stepped into the shower and pulled the almost-transparent shower curtain shut. Therefore, she was unaware that Joe Cerrone had quietly stepped into the bathroom behind her, and he had seated himself on the closed commode and watched her figure through the shower curtain.
Helen was on fire. Her period would be there before the end of the day, and she knew Zip would be unable to do anything for her. So she began playing with herself, rubbing her clitoris with one hand while soaping herself with the other hand. After she had soaped herself, she stood under the hot water and fingered her anus with her other hand while continuing to play with her pussy.
Joe watched, amused, deciding Helen was obviously totally different from the way he had imagined her. He had always thought of her as cold, almost frosty, indifferent to sex. But after that night when he had heard her in the throes of orgasm, he knew better. Now, just watching her had turned on the pilot light of his sex drive, and he felt his thick cock growing in his pants, pushing frantically as if hoping to get a glimpse of Helen, too.
Through the curtain he was able to see her bending just the littlest bit now, her knees spread wide apart as she held onto the faucet for support. She began rubbing her aroused clitoris faster and faster. It made Joe wonder what Helen was thinking about. Was she thinking about Andy, or was she possibly imagining herself with some dream lover. Maybe she was even thinking about him. It wasn't that impossible. After all, he knew he was a good-looking guy, attractive to women, and if other women found him attractive, there was no reason for Helen not to. Maybe the fact that they were such close neighbors, and Maggie was her best friend had prevented Helen from letting Joe know how she felt about him. But as far as Joe was concerned, there was nothing wrong with screwing his wife's best friend. Hell! What were best friends for?
Water continued to rain heavily against Helen's tiny, slender body. The blonde bent, a bit wobbly on her feet as she continued stroking the swollen lips of her tantalizing vagina more and more rapidly, her mind aflame with the imagined tongue of Zip Cerrone burrowing between her white thighs. She saw his eyes glazed with lascivious desire while his working mouth continued sucking and slurping as it pressed against her vaginal opening. By now, she knew only too well how wonderful it was to have the boy suck her. But how would it feel for her to suck him? She knew he had been careful not to try and convince her to do something like that, but at the same time she was certain he was dying to feel her mouth on his cock. She would have to be the one to suggest it, first. She was totally overwhelmed by her own self-induced passion. Too bad she was unable to feel this way when she was with her own husband. But Andy had too many hang-ups. He had apologized countless times for sodomizing her, as well as raping her mouth. Ever since discovering she was capable of coming, he had been much better to her, yet he had his limits.
Her salacious masturbation was becoming more and more furious, and Joe Cerrone came to a conclusion. He knew if he wanted her, he would have to take her now. Otherwise she would scream her head off if he walked in on her after she had come. Then she might go and tell Maggie and Andy. The time to get in there, was now. So he quickly stripped off his shorts, his tee shirt and his undershorts and sandals. His cock was immense, hard, erect, and free-swinging, as were the dangling balls beneath. He didn't have any more time to waste.
Walking over to the shower, he gripped the curtain and tugged it to the side.
"Hi there," he said, smiling at Helen as he jumped into the tub and pulled the shower curtain closed behind him.
"What?? ? " Helen gasped, all she was capable of saying as she realized he had caught her masturbating. He stood there, his huge cock throbbing, the head enlarging and retreating, jerking up and down while she remained half bent-over with the washrag between her cuntlips, the scent of sex emanaging strongly from within her. He had obviously seen her masturbating, and she felt guilt wash over her because it was his son she'd had in mind when she had done it. Her emotions were caught between embarrassment, fear, and anger, not knowing which was the most appropriate.
"I needed a shower," Joe smilingly said to her. "I heard the water running, and I figured, what the hell! Let's conserve a little and take a shower together."
"J-Joe, you get out of here," Helen insisted, finally finding her voice. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she found herself unable to take her eyes from the man's penis as it wickedly swayed from side to side.
God! This close she had an opportunity to see how immense a column it really was. It looked like something that might have held up an ancient temple. Not only was it so much longer and thicker than her own husband's, but it was definitely larger than Zip's, and Zip had one huge penis compared to Andy. At the moment it was swaying back and forth like an Indian fakir's basketed cobra, beckoning her closer, as if challenging her to touch it. The thick, engorged, bloated head was almost a deep red, and the tiny vertical slit in the end was oozing more than one drop of clear oil. It was almost as if a drop was coming out with each perceptible pulsing that rippled through the overpowering phallus. Every nerve in her body told her to scream for help, but she knew there was no one around to hear her. But worse, looking at Joe, she was feeling herself-already helplessly aroused-suddenly even more aroused, and every tingling fiber of her being told her to stay, to reach out and touch that massive, lascivious demon standing out from under the thick bush of brown pubic hair.
Her washcloth fell from nerveless fingers, falling to the bottom of the bathtub, making a loud plop as Joe's hands reached out and moved quickly, expertly, tantalizingly up her arms and over the smooth soapiness of her breasts. His fingers gently grasped her tea-rose-colored nipples to test their sponginess, and Helen gasped aloud. He shouldn't do that! He mustn't do that! Oh, but the fingers felt so wonderful. Maybe he really wasn't there, maybe he was just something she had imagined. But why should she want to dream about Joe Cerrone? No, he was real all right.
"P-please, Joe!" she whispered, her voice echoing around the tiled bathroom.
She was becoming more and more afraid, but as she did, he came closer and closer until his arms began embracing her and the pulsing head of his throbbing cock stood straight up between their tightly pressed-together bellies. His lips crushed themselves firmly against her open mouth, and his tongue sought hers in the wet cave, sending more vibrant shivers traveling through Helen's body. Their tongues met and licked and lapped as each dueled for supremacy. Helen realized Zip had taught her well. She was no longer the helpless amateur who knew nothing.
Still, if Andy or Maggie should walk in...but oh, God! She didn't have any control whatsoever over her helpless body. She felt the cock throbbing against her belly, signaling to her its message of need. She was unable to control the mewl of sudden delight that slipped from her lips the moment one of his hands ran down her back and into the soapy crevice between her buttocks. His fingers rubbing her anus felt better than her own fingers would ever feel. If he wasn't quite as sensuous as Zip, he was certainly more experienced, and the tips of his fingers, plucking ever so gently at her puckered anal ring, excited her more than anything she had been able to do to herself.
"Ummmmmmmm!" she helplessly moaned over and over again as his other hand glided down through the suds on her belly and moved into the sweet dell between her thighs, finding and massaging her swollen clitoris. Oh, God! She needed this! She needed it badly. She had been aching to be fucked by Zip, and this heat surging through her had made her respond even more strongly to what Joe was doing. God! It was good! He was making her body respond as she would have responded to Zip, yet this wasn't Zip. In fact, he was so totally different in the way he handled her, she was certain Zip must have been sired by someone else, because the difference between father and son was the difference between night and day.
Joe turned off the shower, and the roaring in Helen's ears stopped. The room was suddenly, breathlessly silent. All that was audible was the heavy breathing. Her body had total control of her now, and she was unable to resist the wants and needs that had control of her. Her lust fed ravenously on his every sensuous touch, and she was even aroused by the fact that his hirsute body was pressed to hers, the bristly arms and legs causing a tingling through her skin that was felt in the delta between her thighs.
Totally under Joe's control, thoroughly dominated by the devastating guidance of her physical desires, Helen allowed the man to slowly move her around as he tugged back the shower curtain and sat on the edge of the bathtub. All the while he kissed her, first her mouth, then her throat, then her breasts, and then her belly. His tongue was making all kinds of circles in her button-like navel, causing her entire body to vibrate, and then he slitehered even lower to the glisteningly wet pubic hairs covering her tantalizing mount of Venus. He kissed her clitoris a few times, and suddenly Helen screamed, "AAAAA IIIII YYYYY EEEEE AAAGGGGHHHHH AAAAA NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH UUUUUGGGGG HHHHH!" as she spasmed and came. It was a stronger orgasm than anything her husband had been able to give her, and yet it wasn't enough.
"No more, no more, no more!" she whimpered, temporarily ultra-sensitive, unable to take more. Soon though, she would be ready.
His hands were tugging at her waist, little by little making her sink lower until she was kneeling in the tub. His fingers ran erotic patterns of sensation over her full and quivering breasts, causing both ripe mammaries to tremble even more. Then, abruptly, without warning, he tugged her head down with his fingers twining themselves in her long, wet, blonde hair until her lips were within an inch of his thickly pulsing penis.
"Come on, Helen," Joe said to her, urging her softly, his dark eyes all but commanding her to do his bidding. "Suck it for me, honey! Show me how good you are with your mouth!"
"No! Oh, God, no!" she gasped, terror filling her as her imagination once again went to work, her body roused not only by her inner passions, but by remembrances of Maggie sucking on this same cock. This wasn't the piddling pidookie sported by her husband. This was a cock! If Maggie had been able to take all of it, there was no reason why she shouldn't be able to handle it.
As if she were once again under the influence of scotch, or perhaps drugged, Helen slowly lowered her head while Joe's hands forcefully guided her, pointing her mouth correctly until the tip of his red-flanged cock touched her lips.
No! She didn't want to do this! She didn't want to suck Joe Cerrone's cock! Still, somehow she was being forced into it, and rather than being repelled by the thought as she had been with her own husband, she felt the juices in her cunt start bubbling again. He was making her perform an obscene fellatio. It was rape! It had to be. She would never do something like this of her own free will. Yes! Yes! She was being raped! This being the case, if she did it, no matter how much she liked it, she wouldn't really be to blame. She told herself again and again this had to be some kind of viciously evil plot, but her mind went totally blank as her tantalizing lips suddenly folded themselves around the thick, pulsating head and she tasted the pungency of his slippery penile oils. Her lips automatically compressed around the meaty head.
"Huuuu aaaa nnnnn hhhhhh!" Joe groaned, feeling ecstatic thrills shoot tinglingly through the head of his cock as her tongue slowly, now voluntarily wrapped itself around the ultra-sensitive glans as she allowed more and more of her mouth to cover the massive penis. Oh, God! It felt so good! So wonderful! What was more, thick as this organ was, she found herself sucking it more easily than when her husband had forced his cock into her mouth.
As far as Joe was concerned, Helen had a natural cocking mouth. She was one helluva fellatrice. He moaned repeatedly as he remained barely seated on the edge of the bathtub, and all the while Helen continued her sucking. She was no longer conscious of what she was doing, save that her body had the urge to continue doing it. She stared at his groin as her mouth moved up and down on the throbbing pole, watching the hairy pelvis move toward her, then away, toward her, then away. All the while she felt the smooth, spongy head rubbing lasciviously against her palate, trying to push into the back of her throat. God! This cock was so much longer than Andy's. When her mouth went down far enough so that the head of Joe's penis was where Andy's was just able to reach, Joe still had more than three inches unsucked. She felt somehow that she was wrong in not taking in those last inches. Somehow, in some way, she had to suck on all of it. This entire scene was licentious, yet it had become so exciting to her, she had slipped one of her hands beneath her, pushing a finger between her own cuntlips, rubbing her own clitoris. She was aware of her vaginal hole throbbing uncontrollably.
Sucking hungrily at the phallus in her mouth, she continued rubbing a finger against her own mini-penis, letting the tip of said finger reach into her feminine trench. She timed everything so that she sucked the cock into her mouth as her finger sank into her cunt, and this made it seem as if the thick cock she sucked on was also pushing into her cunt. More than that, the head of his cock was now cramming itself into her gullet, and though she was choking and coughing, the penile point was touching a network of nerve endings in her esophagus that was bringing her to the peak of yet another orgasm. Hard as it was to believe, sucking on this cock was going to make Helen come. All the while, her finger aided and abetted the feeling by driving in and out of her seething channel.
She was going to come again...yes...yes...she felt it, and then, "GGGGGG HHHH LLLL UUUUU RRRRR GGGGGG HHHH AAAAAA CCCCC HHHHH WWWWWW HHUUU RRRR GGGGGG WW-WWW UUUUUU PHHHHH MMMMM WWWWW LLLLL CCCCC HHHHH AAAAA WWWWW AAA-GGGHHHH!"
There was a vague pulsing against her tongue as she felt the throbbing in his urethra, and she knew, he, too, was going to come. She felt the impending rush of semen through the tube until it spurted into her hollow throat, and she gulped, swallowing, aware that she not only didn't find this distasteful, but actually liked the flavor of it. In fact, the spurting sperm down her gullet intensified her own orgasm that much more, and this time she felt totally drained.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Helen knew Joe wouldn't touch her again unless she signaled him that she was willing. He had been overcome by the spur of the moment, intent on proving how macho he was, and having proved it, he would now leave Helen alone. This was just as well, because Helen didn't relish the idea of fucking for both, father and son.
Her period came that evening, on schedule, and the following morning they all drove home, after cleaning and locking the cabin. When Andy learned she was in her time of the month, he didn't try forcing himself on her, though he admitted to her that he was starting to really like sex with her. She assured him she was beginning to like it with him, making him feel good.
But Andy was not as good as Zip. No one was as good as Zip, not even his own father. By the time her period had ended, Helen was so desperately in need of the boy, she spent an entire afternoon with him in her home, all but draining him. He barely had enough strength to get back to his own home.
The following day, when he stopped by, he told her, "Aunt Helen I love you, but I'm only human. I can't keep up with you anymore."
"I need you, Zip," she insisted.
"You need a cock," the boy nodded. "But no one cock is going to be able to gratify you."
"What are you suggesting?" she asked.
"Me?" he shrugged. "Not a thing. Hell! I don't know what to tell you right now, except that I just don't think I can keep getting up an erection day after day."
He was right. She was becoming too demanding. The trouble was, Andy wouldn't do, either. She had worked on him last night, and he had been good for one shot before falling asleep. Well, hell! The poor man worked hard.
As far as Helen was concerned, that was no excuse. She also worked hard at the small lunch restaurant. She was in by ten, out by two-thirty, and she worked very hard in between. Still, she had a driving need for sex that would not be tempered by work.
She thought of talking to Joe Cerrone, but vetoed that. Sooner or later Maggie might find out if she and Joe did things, and Maggie's finding out would mean the end of their friendship. If she and Maggie were no longer friendly, Zip would be unable to come and visit her. Still, she needed cock. But to go out and brazenly pick up a man was not her style. For that matter, there was always the risk of some venereal disease. No, she had to find cock, but she had to find cock that was clean.
The following day she discussed it with Zip. She told him, point-blank, "I need more than you're giving me, Zip. I love you, but what I feel has nothing to do with love. But I'm telling you this because I don't want you to think I'm sneaking behind your back."
"I understand," he nodded.
"I have to find some men who I can trust to keep their mouths shut," she insisted.
"You won't find any grown man like that," the boy insisted. "Any guy you pick up is sure to brag about it, sooner or later."
"So do schoolboys," she pointed out.
"Not if they expect to get seconds," Zip told her. "Y'know, school is starting soon, and one of my courses is Agriculture. We're supposed to find some interesting vegetation or growth not around here and bring it into class. Twice a week you can take me and some other guy up to the cabin, supposedly to find wild flowers."
"Yes," Helen nodded. "Yes, that sounds like a terrific idea.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It turned out to be an absolutely marvelous idea. The mountains were only an hour away by car, and Helen volunteered to drive certain students in the class up to the mountains, ostensibly to find flora they were unable to find locally. The class teacher, a Miss Kimball, was grateful to Helen for volunteering her time, and she agreed that she didn't expect Helen to give time to all the boys in class. So she allowed Helen to select those students whom she would take, four days a week, to the mountains. Helen already had a list of names from Zip, who had spoken to some of his friends ahead of time and convinced them to take Agriculture, as well. In addition, since the boys worked part-time, each of four boys would be able to go to the mountains only one day each week, though Zip would be along on all four trips to make certain everything turned out right for everyone.
Because Zip's friends worked, they were able to slip him fifteen dollars apiece for finding them Helen, and the boy was still home in time to work his paper route, so he was earning more than a hundred dollars a week, all told.
It was soon discovered that Zip and his four friends were the best students in the class. It was on a Thursday that he confided as much to Helen when he and his friend, Randy, reached the cabin with her. She had an old Valiant that her husband kept in perfect running condition. Old as it was, the body wasn't rusty, and the engine was perfectly tuned, so that it was in better shape than most cars.
For about fifteen minutes, they walked around outside the cabin, gathering different floral specimens, and once they had enough, Randy, Zip, and Helen went inside.
"You start stripping," Zip told his friend as he began taking Helen's clothes off. Still dressed himself, he had Helen lie down on the bed in the spare bedroom while Randy began undressing. He began to immediately stroke her white belly, stroking the fires of lust in the lovely blonde. Helen, who sincerely believed Zip was doing all this as a favor to her, sighed.
She squirmed as the boy continued making expert love to her, for Zip had discovered himself getting more and more expert as time had passed. Equally important, he never seemed to tire of Aunt Helen as he did of the other girls, Rhonda included. Aunt Helen always seemed like someone new and fresh to him.
Deep, thrilling electric shocks of delight coursed through the stunning blonde. She felt tingles sizzle in her like frayed wiring. Groans of pleasure came to her lips, and she immediately gasped them out. When Zip's hand moved to her right breast, cupping it, she sighed.
"We're going to make it even better this time than the last, Aunt Helen," the boy told her.
Helen lay immobile beneath the loving boy's teasing fingers. She had been apprehensive when all this had started, but as the weeks had passed, she had discovered, to her delight, that the four boys Zip had selected to help keep her sexually content, did know how to keep their mouths shut. Delicious prickling sensations continued tormenting her entire inner being. Her fleshy buttocks began grinding desperately into the mattress in an attempt to fan the flame all the more brightly inside her. Desire filled her nakedness as indescribable sensation continued to make a tour of her interior, filling her with constant delight.
Zip grinned and continued to play his "aunt's" body like a finely tuned instrument. The palms of his hands lay flat against the softness of her tantalizing inner thighs, and he slowly but surely pried them apart, exposing the rich pink bulls eye between them. Then he moved his hands upward, caressing the fleshy, pouting lips while running his fingers through the sparse blonde curls that surrounded the coral center. His thumbs pressed into the tantalizingly fleshy lips and pulled them outward. The beautiful Helen lay there with bated breath, fighting the temptation to surrender easily, wanting to make both boys work to possess her.
But her inward struggles were minor, and both boys knew she wanted all this as much as they. Weakened by constant fucking, in need of even more, the stunning blonde sighed, then groaned, letting them know they were getting to her. Sheets of raw flame flashed over her shuddering flesh as cool air from a partially opened window rushed over the rising bud of her exposed clitoris. Thrills seared their way into her flatly quivering belly and static seemed to burst from the tips of her nipples, making her full breasts throb with delighted anticipation. Her muscles, tensed at the start of something like this at all times, now began relaxing. Her eyes fell on Randy, looking at how different he appeared from Zip. He had dark-blond hair, straight, long and shiny. His brown eyes weren't as large as Zip's, and he had a thin, curved nose, with a thin slash for a mouth, still it was a mouth that seemingly knew what to do since she had helped instruct him. He had a body not quite as slender as Zip's, but that was because he was slightly more muscular. The boy's would take turns on her, and then take her on together. Helen loved it when they took her on both at the same time.
"Come on, Randy," Zip said. "You get first licks."
Randy, who was now totally undressed, grinned and moved toward the bed as Zip stepped back. Helen trembled with excitement as she saw the boy's long, slender rod, slightly thicker than her husband's, jutting out from his pelvis. She was almost insane with the need to be fucked, and sexual desire coursed through her veins as she parted her slender legs wide, aiming her excitedly hair-drenched slash of cunt directly at the lasciviously smiling boy.
Randy moved closer, the smile frozen on his face, his eyes staring into the tantalizing, seething swamp with which he had become familiar every Thursday since school had begun. He fell flat on the bed, his face between her tantalizing thighs of ivory, pushing them wider apart, inhaling the rich essence of her sex. He began sliding up, kissing her flat belly, his face hovering directly over her vaginal opening. His mouth started watering as his eyes looked hungrily down at it, rotating sensuously, expectantly, just below his mouth. Saliva dribbled from his lips, drooling down his chin, falling onto her cunt and mixing with the oils bubbling from within her. He stared at the way her pink crease started at the base of her belly and ran in a curved line down to her perineum. Below that perineum was the crack between her round white asscheeks. Between those asscheeks was the brown button of her anus. One day he would like to fuck that, as well.
Through half-shut, expectant eyes, the beautiful blonde watched the handsome blond student whose face was poised between her pillarly alabaster thighs. She was aware of her passion mounting as she felt his soft palms pushing into her thighs, holding them that much wider apart. She felt as if she wanted to scream because he was keeping her in agony, waiting, prolonging what he was going to do. If he didn't do it by himself, she was ready to jam his face into her waiting vagina. She watched, holding her breath as the boy little by little moved his face lower, letting his mouth approach the furry mound resting below her belly.
"Ghhhh aaaaa nnnnn ggggg hhhhh!" she cried out, her body jerking slightly as his hot, wet lips finally closed over the soft pink mound of her tantalizing sex. She saw the boy's dark-gold hair bobbing over her even more-golden fleece as he continued to plant wet, tickling kisses on her still-closed slash, his tongue flicking teasingly at the quivering opening.
God! This was so unbelievably good. With her eyes closed she knew it was Randy doing this to her. Each boy, including Zip, had a style of his own, and blindfolded, she would have instantly been able to detect which one of the boys was using his mouth on her pussy. She felt as if she was about to lose her mind the feeling was so thrilling and arousing.
Her hands moved down over her throbbing breasts, sliding over the flat smoothness of her belly, coming to rest on either side of her labia. Her long fingers stroked into the hollow of her slender thighs, then slowly she tugged; pulling her soft pink inner lips apart, opening her wet furrow and permitting Randy's hungering lips complete access to that inner self of hers.
Her elbows were pressed tightly into her ribs, and her head rocked back and forth, bouncing on the pillow beneath. The boy's hot tongue shot out, its soft, flicking tip circling the quiveringly erect clitoris. The boy sucked, drawing the soft, warm folds of her hot vaginal cavern all the more deeply into his sucking mouth. Meanwhile, his tongue strained out, continuing its maddening licking against the hot pink clitoral extension. Through the haze of passion totally enveloping her, Helen was barely able to see the smile on Zip's handsome face as he grinned down at her, knowing how pleased she was with the way all this was turning out. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut, and whirlpools of sensation went surging maddeningly through her, making her loins jerk out of control as she felt herself being built to greater and greater heights of lust. She groaned huskily, the sound coming from the depths of her throat as the hot, probing tongue worked its way up and down the length of the narrow slit that oozed oil, starting at the base of her belly, sliding down across the opening of her pink coral, across her perineum, into the crack between her buttocks, and then against her rectal pucker. He licked as assiduously against her asshole as he had against her cunt, having discovered how enjoyable it was, and how clean Helen always kept herself. Using the tip of his tongue, he dug into her asshole, probing more and more deeply. The feeling made Helen grind her hips that much more quickly, and the mattress bounced more rapidly as the box spring protested because of the violence.
Zip watched delightedly as his friend continued licking and sucking hungrily between Helen's widespread thighs, her damp golden pubic hair shining with his saliva. The sight filled Zip with a sense of power. As long as he was careful and discreet, he would be able to control his Aunt Helen for a long, long time to come. A few months earlier, though he had dreamed about this happening, he had never dared hope in his wildest imaginings to become involved this way. The most important thing was that he was able to use her himself, almost at will. Next year, barring some strong demands on Helen's part, he didn't intend sharing her with his friends again.
It was obvious from the way Helen was squirming that she loved everything happening to her. Her groans drove the boy between her thighs to work his tongue even faster, making it slosh up and down her heatedly steaming tunnel. Not one of the other females Zip had known got nearly as hot as Aunt Helen. She put just about everyone else to shame, with the possible exception of his mother. But the only time he had ever seen his mother "in action" had been that time when he was with Aunt Helen in her room. It was obvious his father was one happy man, so that spoke volumes for his mother. But his Uncle Andy was also relatively happy now, and when he had been unhappy it hadn't meant his Aunt Helen was any less of a woman. Still, Zip had to admit that all the changes that had come about in Uncle Andy had taken place since he had first fucked Aunt Helen.
Zip chuckled obscenely as he saw his Aunt Helen's hands desperately clawing at Randy's dark-blond hair, pulling his face even more deeply into her palpitating pit of passion. Randy's tongue licked faster, and then, looking up at Zip, seeing how anxiously his friend appeared to be watching, he winked at the brown-haired boy and probed with his tongue into the soft-rimmed core of the woman beneath him. He teased the tip of his tongue all the way around the edges of her cunt, letting it slash inside, then snapping it out and flatly rubbing it on her clitoris, then withholding it for a moment before repeating the cycle. Her ragged vaginal edges quivered with anticipation, and when he held himself back a second longer, he was delighted to see her ass bounce as her cunt seemed to stare demandingly, wanting more.
The teasing way Randy's tongue worked in Helen's cunt was becoming too much for the lovely blonde. She dug her fingers into his head and pressed his mouth firmly over the tight little hole of her cunt. His lips formed a rounded covering over the soft pinkness, and he thrust his tongue all the way inside, bringing a low, throaty cry from the blonde older woman. Her thighs convulsed tightly on either side of the youth's skull.
Randy was aware of the slippery feeling of her mucous membranes as his tongue slid over them while the inner walls of her tantalizing vagina continually opened and closed, opened and closed, a complete sucking motion as if attempting to pull the youth deeper and deeper into the dark, pink, mysterious depths. Her vaginal opening had become a hair-rimmed mouth, and was trying to pull his tongue out by the roots as her legs clamped around him and her heels dug into the boy's back, pressing down on his young body until she had all but driven the breath from his lungs. His nose was mashed firmly against her outstanding clitoris, breathing in the sweet and tantalizing odor of juices stimulated by her lust as they flowed from within her. All the while, Randy's tongue continued licking on and on and on, moving back and forth across her perineum, from her tiny asshole to her only slightly larger vaginal monastery and back again, flicking with complete freedom.
Helen felt her blood starting to boil as she totally surrendered herself to the intense ministrations of the handsome young boy. Her soft inner core was crying out for the total fulfillment she needed so often now, fulfillment, thanks to Zip, she received four times a week during the week, and at least once on weekends.
Helen raised her desire-drenched loins to Randy, her only desire at this moment to obey his slightest sexual whim as she ground her pulsating widespread vagina against the handsome blond boy's face. She reveled to the depths of her soul all she was feeling, moving insanely as she felt lustful enchantment fill her.
Every muscle in her body was suddenly tensed as she strained her rotating hips higher toward the maddening oral probe that continued licking between her legs. Each time seemed better than the previous time, especially when she compared Randy to Kenny, Frank, and Sam, Zip's other three friends. None of them was as good as Zip, but their being with her kept Zip from being drained. This was exquisite and delightful, filling her with rapturous thrills.
Helen's continuing response seemed to incite the blond boy that much more as his tongue continued licking gluttonously at what felt like a flame-seared hole. Her up-drawn thighs spasmodically opened and closed around his tormenting head. Her lips bared back from her teeth and the cords in her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength on Randy's hair.
"Ooooo nnnn gggggg hhhhhh...aaaa nnnnn gggg hhhh...ggggg hhhh uuunnnggggghh-hhhhh . . . " she groaned, ecstatic as she felt herself on the threshold of orgasm. Desperate for release, one of many she hoped to have before leaving in the next hour, she shamelessly splayed her thighs that much wider apart as she continued wriggling and shuddering, faint mewls of overpowering passion rising from the depths of her throat in animalistic and wanton abandon.
But at that moment Randy suddenly stopped his deep-driving tongue from its quest, and the beautiful woman's eyes opened as she felt herself frustrated. She saw Randy suddenly stand and pull away, and that was when she noticed Zip was already naked. God! She needed that long, thick cock of his. It seemed to have swelled even more in the past few weeks, almost a rival for his father's, now. Her pussy was blazing with passion, and all that mattered was the need for a soothing cock to be buried inside it. If she didn't get it, she would go out of her mind.
Her legs kicked out uncontrollably and her slender ankles caught her best friend's son around his hips. The young boy moved forward between her slenderly tantalizing thighs. But Zip had no intention of being rushed into anything, knowing the longer he delayed, the stronger Helen's orgasm would be. The stronger each orgasm, the less she would need. His cock had been incited to a stiffness he was barely able to control, but he would control it, and give his Aunt Helen another fucking of her life. When it came to fucking, he always got firsts with Aunt Helen, letting his buddy for the day follow. He grinned with satisfaction as he watched her below him, her body drugged with lust and writhing hungrily on the bed.
Helen's eyes were glazed with uncontrollable lust. Her body was caught up in a vortex of raw, naked desire, stronger each time than the time before. She wanted to feel that cock! She ached for that beautiful sensation of this wonderful boy fucking her. Only when her belly was filled with great pools of sperm would she feel sated. She thrust her tightly clenched buttocks toward his thick, hard prick in order to spur the youth on.
Zip watched her movement, his eyes bulging at the spectacle, knowing he had created all this want. She was mad with desire, and it was all his fault. God! He was as much on fire as she.
With a low groan, he grabbed her flailing legs beneath the knees and shoved them roughly back over her shoulders, slithering up her sweat-soaked body at the same time. His gleaming, rock-solid cock brushed tantalizingly against the wet mat of her pubic hair as he planted his hands in the mattress on either side of Helen's shoulders. She twined her ankles tightly around his neck.
Zip stared down between them and saw the expanded narrow slash visibly pulsing, the labia slightly apart, held that way because of the pressure he was applying to her inner thighs. She strained upward, anxious to feel his pole pressed into her, but he purposely held back for one more moment.
Helen was gasping, feeling the weight of the penile length as it lay against her vaginal slash, lurching spasmodically so that the head beat against her vaginal lips again and again. She twisted her hips in the hope of her cuntal hole managing to grip the penis, doing her best to capture the elusive length of it and suck it into the hot confines of her steamy trench.
The delightful pressure of Zip's belly slowly coming down and resting on hers sent new and wonderful devils dancing madly through the pink edges of the beautiful woman's seething pussy as the boy managed to keep the head of his cock from being ensnared. At last, Helen was totally out of control, and jerking her cunt higher, she grabbed his buttocks and yanked him down by digging her nails into his asscheeks. The thick, blood-bloated tip drove directly into her pulsating vagina, his weight pressing down on her and crushing her to the mattress. Her face contorted with shock as the heavy, rock-hard pillar buried itself all the way to the hilt inside, and she felt his balls slapping against the rounded cheeks of her ass. The violent impalement had been sudden and almost brutal, the way Andy used to do it to her, but her cunt had been ready for it, soaking and anxious to feel the throbbing staff, and she managed to fight back whimpers that rose to her lips. She wanted this penis; she needed it desperately, anxiously, and she didn't care how violently he took her as long as he brought her the fulfillment her body craved more with every passing day.
Zip held still above the groaning beautiful blonde, savoring the spectacle of this woman he loved totally skewered on the full length of his lust-stiffened organ, the thick rod of meat buried in the deepest part of her tightly contracting little belly. At times like this, Zip wished Uncle Andy would be there so he'd be able to show the man the right way to fuck his wife. Also, he wished his father was there to see this beautiful blonde spread-eagled under him. Zip knew his father fucked around, but knowing Aunt Helen as he did, he was certain his father had not dipped his cock into this cunt. Had he known his father had been blown by her once, he would have felt a sense of disappointment, but afterward would have realized that Helen had done it only because of the intense need for sex that he, Zip, had built in her.
Helen writhed impatiently beneath the young boy as the pressure of his blunt-tipped instrument filled her with even greater passion and an even greater need to be forcibly fucked. She was hot, hotter than ever, hotter than she had been before, but not as hot as she would be next time, which, in turn, would not be as hot as the time succeeding. She wanted to be fucked until she screamed for mercy. Her loins quivered strongly about the young boy's throbbing cock as her ankles tightened around his neck. She flexed her crotch muscles as he had taught her, crushing his cock, letting him know that if he didn't start stroking soon, thanks to him, as long as he kept his cock inside her, she would be able to make herself come. The stiff penis seemed to burrow more and more deeply into her greedily demanding passageway, but the youth remained unmoving. The walls of her cock-hungry cunt rippled around the buried pylon of flesh, gently massaging its fleshy ridges as he had taught her, clamping and releasing rhythmically and intensifying the feeling inside her own body. She pressed forward, aching to feel the rubbery hardness push right through her back wall. Fortunately, though the tip barely touched her back wall, it would never grow long enough to damage her in there. The rich, pungent odor of her own animal desire wafted up to her nostrils, mingling in a strange marriage with the definitely strong sensation caused by the pulsations of the cock as he continued flexing it inside her. Everything seemed to roll together in a great big fiery ball inside her, and she hungered for more. Her vagina was contracting even more powerfully now, applying such pressure he felt she might flatten his cock as wanton and lascivious thoughts continued dancing through her quivering mind.
"Now!" she gasped at the youth. "Now, damn you! Do it now! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me with all your strength, or I swear I'll keep you locked inside me all night."
Now she was at the peak of her desire. This was the moment for which Zip had waited. He hovered motionless over the woman's prostrate form until he was certain she would have maximum feeling. Then he flexed his cock one more time, expanding it even more inside her.
"Ghhhh uuuuu nnnnn gggg hhhhh!" she whimpered breathlessly as rapture began building with more and more intensity in her body.
Her mouth was hanging limply open, and her eyes were tightly shut. She fought hard to draw sensation from every little thing he did while inside her.
"Ghhhuuunnnggghhh...yessssssss.. . " she hissed as he continued flexing more and more powerfully, setting a slow, measured rhythm to his throbs. He watched her nostrils flare and felt her answering throbs around his rampant cock. Soft, mewling sounds of pleasure came from her wide-open mouth, keeping time with his teasing.
The youth felt his aunt's cunt contracting around his cock. He had taught her too well. She was using her abilities to make herself come while stimulus to his cock was held to a minimum.
The boy began moving, but slowly. He continued slow, rhythmic pulsing plunges as her animal sounds of passion continued filling the cabin room. Her hair was pinned up and he had a clear view of her lovely face as she panted while humping her asscheeks higher and higher. He was going to fuck her silly, and enjoyed the nibbling feel of her walls as they sucked around his pulsing cock, screwing more and more tightly against his hair-covered pelvis in an effort to suck more of his throbbing cock inside, as if such a thing were possible.
Helen's body was ablaze with passion. She cried out knowing her satiety was coming as she sank her nails into the boy's buttocks in an effort to make him speed up. But Zip remained as he was, using the same thrusting speed as his hard cock sank more and more deeply into her aching vagina.
She was feeling. Yes, she was feeling everything, herself turned to feeling and sensation as the boy's cock began sliding with greater strokes, filling her hair-lined slit with its hardness. The soft, leathery sac of his dangling balls, covered as it was with a light fuzz smacked against the sensitive ring of her anus as well as her perineum. But he did nothing while she lay still, taking time to rest. He moved only when she moved.
Helen was beginning to wonder if Zip was turning into some kind of sadist. God! No other cock in the world would ever take his place, but he was torturing her with it, and it wasn't fair. She wanted that fireman's pole moving and she began bucking insanely up in order to make him counter-thrust, which he did. Her own movements caused a buzzing sensation in the depths of her, and as she found herself moving faster, the youth countering her movements, she felt sensation ripply through her fleece-lined pussy as never before. Her thighs tautened and her ankles squeezed around his neck for more leverage as current ran down to the very soles of her feet. She felt overpowering surges of new and wonderful excitement moving in waves over her tightly contracting belly as it burst through her rib cage, and then came shooting out of her body through her nipples, causing them to harden and lengthen even more, the rich pinkness turning a deep red.
Helen moaned as she gyrated her hips, rotating from side to side around the thickly impaling penis, the walls of her cunt clasping tightly to the organ and keeping time with the way it rhythmically pulsed inside her. She thought the head of his cock had a heart beating inside it, and each movement caused three heartbeats against her quivering vaginal walls. She felt as if the rigid penis was a part of her very being. The cock no longer belonged to Zip, but was hers. It was part and parcel of her own inner body.
Zip was feeling the static building inside him, and he knew he had himself under control, but just barely. He was aware of her contractions, her rotations, and the slithery movement of his cock in her shuddering cunt. Each time he pulled back from her womanly burrow, her inner labia pulled out and sucked at his cock in an effort to keep it buried inside her. No matter what she did, the cock slid back for several inches, then pounded right back in again, turning her inner lips in on themselves. Each time he drove forward, his brown pubic hair tangled with her blonde. Helen always had to carefully examine her cunt after each episode with Zip to make sure no stray dark hair remained on her cunt.
The full length of the boy was once again fully buried in the depths of her oven-like belly. He was panting, almost out of breath, and he stopped for a moment to rest, keeping his weight on his palms as he dug the heels of his hands into her shoulders and his knees digging into the cushions of her ass. He allowed her quivering body to pump up and down at will on his rampant cock as they remained tightly fused together. Then he started moving again.
On each backstroke, he peered down between them, watching each slow withdrawal, the bulk of his penis pulling out, then pushing in all over again and filling her with his hardness. Both of them were straining, the boy to prolong this even more, the woman to bring this to a fitting climax. Her movement became more and more frantic, the cadence of her upward thrusts spurring him to move even faster. He saw the sinews in her neck showing with strain, and he knew the muscles in her thighs were just as taut.
She was straining to come. Zip felt it as he felt the juices oozing from her vagina and flow around his pounding cock. The air was filled with wet sucking sounds as he continued pumping in and out of her. Then she rammed her cunt all the way up, captured the full length of his cock, and with her cuntlips tightly secure around the base of his organ, sank down again. Up she went, her back a bow arching off the mattress, her calves pressing down on his shoulders as her heels kicked his spine and her ankles dug into his neck. She bucked insanely against him. She was there!
"AAAAA IIIII YYYY EEEEEE AAAAAA GGGG HHHHH AAAAAA NNNNN GGGGGG HHHHH UUUUU NNNN GGG HHHHH AAAAA YYYYYY AAA GGGGG HHHHH WWWWW AAAAAAHHH-UUUGGGHHH!" she shrieked for the world to hear.
It was an endless shout coming from the depths of her throat, and her entire body began vibrating uncontrollably. Her orgasm flooded in great sensual waves around his penis as pussy oil spurted out of her with almost as much strength as the jets that came from his cock when he was in the process of shooting.
The oils covered his balls as he continued pounding into her. More of it ran down her asscheeks in rivulet, some of it washing into the crevice between her buttocks and then falling onto the mattress beneath.
The boy went berserk as he heard her grunting out the last little bit of feeling. This was the first time she had come so soon before him. Her body was still spastically jerking and twitching against him.
Reaching behind his neck, he grabbed her ankles and began pushing them brutally back until they were way over her shoulders, bending her double until the widespread split between her thighs was pointed straight up, and his hovering cock was probing on a direct line straight down inside her.
He withdrew the deeply embedded instrument until only the tip of the head rested in her, then he rammed forward with all his strength. The entire pulsating length of the massive organ sank into her helplessly exposed vagina, and a wet, flat smack resounded through the room as his belly slapped against her pelvis. He levered himself up again, then slammed his hard cock as deep as it would go, letting it bury itself in the depths of her softening cunt. His weighty balls continued smacking against her upturned buttocks as his hairy stomach bored heatedly against her softly yielding flesh as he lunged forward one more time.
Helen should have relaxed. Normally, she took some time to recover from an orgasm, and then went to work on building the next one. But the boy's need to come prevented that. She was straining against his arms, arms that held her pinioned to the bed and her teeth gnashed together as she struggled hard to change her position. For far from appeasing her, the orgasm she had just experienced made her feel the need for more as the boy's driving phallus continued stimulating her inner walls. She fought to once again feel the full length of the boy's thrusting cock fill her. She wanted him deeper. She wanted his hard cock to sink more deeply into her burning, quivering kiln, but her legs were so strained from previous movement, she was unable to use them now.
He clapped his two hands around the dually grinding cheeks of her tantalizing buttocks and drove his penis all the way into her steaming pussy. But no matter what he did, it no longer seemed enough to satisfy Helen. She needed more and more and more.
As if to try and make it up to her, the sweating youth leaned down and probed into her mouth with his tongue in the hope of a dual impalement bringing her something. Saliva came from his mouth and drooled down her throat. Groaning in frustration, she sucked on his tongue, wild with frenzied need, her body caught in a maddening whirlpool of lust far stronger than anything she had previously experienced. Her ankles uncrossed from behind her own head and she splayed her thighs widely apart, doing her best to give the youth even greater access to his jerking organ pistoned mercilessly into her, bringing gasps of pain to her lips as his groin slammed solidly against her helplessly upturned crotch. She moaned and gasped as she realized a second orgasm was about to invade her quaking body.
Then, abruptly, as she writhed out of control beneath the boy, she felt the pistoning cock stiffen and begin to spew its boiling white load into her tortured interior.
The beautiful Helen groaned with an agony of frustration. He had come too soon, this time, too soon, and she hadn't been able to reach that second orgasm. She was so close, so close. The peak was just the littlest distance away. She strained crazily for it, but Zip, totally exhausted this time, unable to help himself, threw his body across hers, falling heavily on her still-bucking form. His cock had spent itself, deflating rapidly, and now had pulled out of her cunt, useless to Helen for the moment. She anxiously buffeted her sodden vagina against it, but it was to no avail. A cock without starch in it was totally useless.
Fury and desperation filled her as she continued humping her asscheeks up, but it was no use. The soft, dangling penis managed to evade the gripping lips of her cunt every time.
Somehow Zip found the strength to roll off her and he fell to the floor. It was Randy's turn.
The fires of lust continued raging in Helen's helpless body. Through the haze of passion enveloping her as Randy climbed between her thighs, and with a single lunge, sank his cock into the seething blast-furnace of her cunt. The sperm filling her pussy made it easy for Randy's cock to slide in, right up to the hilt. Great waves of rippling pink inner flesh wrapped themselves around the penis.
Helen jerked convulsively as the youth's solid phallus moved rapidly in and out of her trembling belly, building and enhancing everything for her all over again. The boy was fresh, with new strength, and as a result fucked quickly, as if intent on driving her right out of her body. Her mind seemed to be buried in a morass of sexual depravity, and all she cared about at this moment was what she was able to feel. She had to have that next orgasm. He pounded into her more and more quickly, bringing his cock all the way back so that only the head was inside, then slamming forward again so the full length of it filled her womanly chamber.
The boy fucked for what seemed like forever, but the semen in her cunt had reduced friction to a minimum, and as a result, neither felt anything. Time continued to pass, and the boy kept on pounding into her with undiminished strength, knowing he had to do a good job if he expected to remain a part of "the team" Zip had formed.
Zip had started regaining his strength, and finally sat up on the floor and watched the whole thing. He moved closer, reached out, and shoved his hands under Helen's ass, lifting her up. His sperm oozed from her cunt and ran down onto the bed. They would have to clean that up before they left.
Randy continued his fast, hard grinding, shoving his thick cock into her narrow vaginal crevice again and again. He was unaware of Zip's eyes, pleasurably taking in the sight of Helen's cunt swallowing up his friend's cock again and again.
But Zip knew if his friend were to fuck into Helen as he had done, then he would be able to look down and see his cock sinking into her cunt and thus enjoy it that much more. So he forced Helen's legs up again, and when she didn't have the strength to keep them back, he got her panties, looped them over her ankles and pushed them far-enough down so that her head was pressing on them, and her feet were forced to stay up.
Helen gasped as this change in position brought Randy's cock scraping against her upper vaginal wall, and as a result, made him feel her cunt more,, as she felt his cock that much more. She gasped as she felt Zip's hand caress her ass, his fingers pulling teasingly at the lips of her cunt as Randy continued fucking into her. She jumped, startled as Zip slowly eased a finger into her rectum. It moved around and around inside her, worming deeply into her tender nether flesh until the entire finger was inside.
Her vaginal passage was tightening around Randy's cock as a result of the finger in her ass, and she felt the cock even more strongly, now. Feelings were becoming more intense, and Helen realized that if Zip kept his finger in her ass long enough, she would have a rectal orgasm as well as a vaginal one. Zip's free hand pushed between her thigh and her body and cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple, enhancing the feelings that much more strongly for her.
Randy, feeling more pressure around his cock, began sawing all the more vibrantly into the tender tunnel beneath him. His nostrils flared as he thrust mercilessly forward, battering his cock into her again and again. His cock felt as if it was sinking into a vaseline-greased fist.
The finger embedded in Helen's rectum joined the slow-pistoning penis, rhythmically keeping time to the movements of Helen's gasping body, and she began whimpering with delight. Her buttocks were rotating wildly and she felt the twin orgasms building in her body. Helen had expected them to overtake her at the same time, but she was taken aback when she suddenly felt the orgasm in her ass shoot through her like electric sparks, while the one in her cunt was still not there. It was a strong orgasm, but she had to save her strength for responding to Randy's fucking, and so her climax was soundless, this time.
The finger slipped out of her ass, and there was movement on the bed beside her. Turning her head, she saw Zip kneeling near her face, his penis half-hard again. He turned her head sideways, and he began pressing the head of his cock to her lips.
Randy slammed his cock solidly into her cunt, and she gasped with delight, opening her mouth. As a result, Zip's cock slipped between her lips and she tasted her own secretions mingled with his semen. Little by little the penis grew in the warm sucking cave of her mouth, and soon it was fully erect, digging into her gullet, all but strangling her, but she didn't care. Everything was so good. She sucked on the length of hard meat, pulling it deeper and deeper into her throat, choking on it, yet savoring it, enjoying the gamy taste of the sperm he had initially released as well as the added gravy of her own oozings which had clung to the meaty tower. She sucked as if her life depended on it, doing it for the first time because she wanted to do it and not because someone had ordered her to do it.
Zip quickened his strokes to match those of Randy who was ramming his hard cock into her cunt. Both pushed in together, both pulled out together, neither pulled all the way out, but left the lipped rim of their helmeted cock-heads inside her-one in the wet shelter of her mouth, the other in the sodden center of her broiling cunt.
Ecstatic rapture filled her brain as she realized how much she was in love with sex. True, Zip was a boy easy to love, and therefore it was easy for her to enjoy being with him. Had her husband or Joe Cerrone done this, though she would have felt sexual arousal after a while, there was no doubt in her mind that she wouldn't have loved it as much as she did with Zip. Zip had been the one to introduce her to sex in such a way that she was totally unafraid of it-loved it, adored it, lived for it. Now Zip's cock was throbbing, and she knew the boy was going to come, as was Randy, in her cunt. But the rubbing penile head, pushing into her throat, added to the pressure of the one in her cunt, set her off with a dual orgasm.
"GGGGG WWWWW AAAAA UUUU RRRRRR GGGGG LLL UUUUU CCCCC HHHAAARRRGGG-HHH!" she gagged out, and then felt the two boys power their sperm into her; one in her mouth, the other in her well-fucked cunt. The dual orgasm was all she needed for the moment. It had drained her, as she had drained the two boys.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Though her sex life with her husband was better than it had been, Helen knew it would never approach what it was with Zip. She knew the boy would eventually outgrow her and go on to other sexual worlds to conquer, and she was determined to enjoy as much of him as possible.
Columbus Day was a school holiday. Since the restaurant where she was a luncheon hostess got most of its trade from the school, it didn't pay for the restaurant to remain open on Columbus Day. So Helen had a day off.
She decided it was time to give Zip and the other boys a treat, and though they no longer had a right to the mountain cabin, she also knew no one else would be using it, now. She still had the key. So she told Zip she would like to take him and the four boys up to the cabin and "pig out" on sex. Zip agreed, knowing anything he did to keep Helen happy would make him happier in the long run.
They arrived at the cabin just before noon, Helen, Zip, Randy, and Sam Warren. The other boys had gone away with their parents and so were unaware of Helen's plans, otherwise they would have been only too glad to come.
Helen noticed the blue Fairmont parked at the cabin when they got there, and for a moment she was afraid Zip's parents had come up there to enjoy a day. But when she looked through the living room window, she saw Joe Cerrone, all right, but not Maggie. What was more, she also saw her own husband, and the two men were playing with some redheaded floozy one or the other of them had picked up.
This was Helen's chance to bring things out in the open safely. She stomped into the large room and yelled, "So this is what you do behind my back, huh, Andy?"
"Oh, shit!" Andy snapped.
"Don't you dare get dressed," Helen told him. "We live in an age of equality. I brought these boys up here so they would be able to find some decent vegetation to bring back to their agriculture class tomorrow. Now I'm going to give them a treat, and what's more, you're going to stand and watch."
"What're you talkin' about?" Andy snapped.
"I'm saying that if you can fuck some dumb floozy, then I can screw for these boys, and if you try to stop me, or yell about a divorce, I have these boys who are my witnesses that you were the unfaithful one."
"Awright, awright, what d'you want, Helen?" Andy asked.
"From now on, we go on as husband and wife, but I'm entitled to my action on the outside, just like you, because it's obvious you and I are never going to get along, fully."
"You gotta be crazy!" Andy snapped.
"Hey, don't push it," Joe Cerrone told him.
"Okay," Andy nodded. "You wanna get fucked, then while these boys do it, I'm gonna supervise. At least I can see to it my wife gets dicked properly."
"Fine," Helen nodded, and wasting no time, she dropped her clothing right there in the middle of the floor. Then she trouped into the bedroom she and Andy had used, with everyone following her except Joe Cerrone and the redhead. Joe had come to get laid, and he intended following through, even if his own kid was in the next room.
"Okay," Andy told his wife. "You wanna be fucked? Fine! Lie down and spread those thighs and let the guys see the merchandise."
Helen obeyed, and Andy motioned to Sam, saying, "You first, kid. Off with the duds and go to work."
Helen moaned as Sam, a short, dark, almost apelike-looking youth undressed and climbed onto the bed. She lifted her knees, parted her thighs, and felt the thick gorilla-like cock pushing against the soft lips of her cunt. Helen, not wanting to waste time, knowing she had to do this with her husband watching, reached down, grasped the cock, and pulled it into her cunt. It slid in with just the right amount of resistance. The full cock, as long as Joe Cerrone's, slid all the way in up to her belly. She gasped as it bounced off her vaginal back wall. But her cunt was secreting heavily, so thick as the cock was, it didn't hurt her. She worked her legs back and forth around the boy's body, her flailing hips working in time to the thrusts Sam delivered into her. He had a certain expertise to him that told her he had done this more than a few times before.
Abruptly, Helen came, a quick, short, fast orgasm, and then she felt the boy's throbbing phallus expand, and suddenly torrents of hot white cream erupted into her pussy. She washed the boy's cock with her own juices, and then the spent teenager was pulling out and climbing off the bed.
"Helen, sit up," Andy insisted. "You," he said to Randy. "You lie down." Randy did as he was told.
"Now what?" Helen asked.
"Now, since you're so fuckin' hot to trot, sit on his cock."
Straddling the youth, she grabbed his cock and wedged it into her vagina. It slid in easily enough because of the lathered sperm. She tightened her knees around his hips and sank lower, moaning, but definitely not in agony. She was totally impaled on Randy's phallus, filled with it, and squeezing down on it with her vaginal muscles as Zip had taught her, and it felt great.
"You really seem to dig it," Andy said to her, and Helen saw her husband had sprouted a full erection from watching her being fucked.
"I do," she told him. "But just remember, all this is because I caught you cheating on me."
"Hey, I can hack it," the man told her, and she realized he'd had more than a few beers which was why he was taking this with such relative calm. "But I want in on the fun, too. How about you suck my cock this time, and not give me a hard time."
"As long as you don't put it in my ass, first," Helen told him.
"Hell, no!" Andy smiled. "Your ass is reserved for his cock," he said, pointing to Zip. "We're gonna fill you like you ain't never had cock before, maybe until you get sick and tired of it."
"Don't bet on it," Helen smirked. "This may be my first experience at something like this, but it won't be my last."
Andy walked over to the side of the bed, and before he was quite ready, Helen leaned over to the side and sucked his phallus right into her mouth, taking it right to the root and pulling on it, creating a suction that drove the husband wild.
"Oh, Jesus!" he gasped. "If I'd known you could do something like this, I woulda never gone outside for action."
"Too late now," Helen told him, her mouth mumbling around the slender peg of his cock.
Andy gasped as he watched his wife's lips pull on his penis, moving back and forth, making loud, obscene sucking noises. She sucked like a leach and had him shuddering.
Zip had been watching all this, and he decided the time had come for him to get in on this. Dropping his pants to the floor, he stepped out of them, then kneed his way onto the bed behind Helen, holding his cock like a bludgeon.
"Hey, you sure this is okay, Aunt Helen?" the boy asked, nervously staring at Andy who was in a blissful heaven of his own as his wife continued sucking his cock.
"Mmmmmmm-hmmmmmm!" she muttered around the pulsing little penis in her mouth.
The youth ran his hands over her round buttocks, feeling them quiver beneath her touch as she bounced up and down, pumping Randy's cock in and out of her cunt while her head bobbed in opposition, sucking on
Andy's penis. Zip, unable to contain himself, used his finger to take some of the oils trailing from her cunt and he smeared it all over her asshole, and then pointed his cock, and lunged.
Helen heard the youth's guttural breathing and a tingle raced through her, making her cunt sit all the more brutally on Randy's upstanding cock. She groaned, her husband's cock clenched tightly in her teeth, as Zip's penile head popped into her asshole. God! Zip was getting thicker, and she felt more than a little discomfort as the huge cock forced its way deeper and deeper into her rectum.
Randy wrapped his arms tightly around her waist to hold her torso in place, and once the full length of Zip's cock was inside her, he began furiously humping his cock up and down. The beautiful blonde realized she was now completely impaled in all three orifices at once.
Zip pushed his cock to the limit in Helen's rectum, matching Randy's long, hard strokes into her pussy. It took a moment, but soon the three males were moving in unison. They buffeted her body between them as if she were a sack of foam rubber, all three moving in tandem.
It was like nothing Helen had ever been able to imagine. Having every opening in her body filled was wonderful as far as she was concerned. Again and again the three males slammed into her-her husband filling her mouth, her young lover filling her ass, and Randy pounding his cock upward into her hot cunt. This was heaven, and Helen didn't want it to stop-ever.
Her hips moved in unison to their thrusts now, back so her ass would absorb Zip's cock as he crashed his penis into her buttocks again and again, then forward and down as she absorbed Randy's cock into her cunt. Each time, her head bobbed as she sucked on the full length of the minute penis belonging to her husband, irritated that it wasn't long enough to delve into her gullet and make her achieve an oral orgasm, and she would have to depend on the other two phalluses to make her come.
Her entire body undulated wildly between the three males, and her buttocks rotated in tiny abandoned circles. Wilder and wilder her movements became, and she slammed back and forth on the wildly squeaking bed. As a result, the orgasms began building in Helen, first, and she shuddered.
"GGGGG WWWWW AAAAA UUUU WWW-WWW RRRRR GGGGGG LLLLL PHHHHWW-WWW AA AAACCCHHH AAAWWWRRRCCC HHHH LLLLLL UUUUGGG PHHHWWWWW MMMPH HHAAAGGGHHH!" she gargled out as she had her second and third orgasms simultaneously, feeling them shudder through her rectum and her vagina, sending wild and crazy messages to her brain.
The beautiful blonde had gone absolutely wild with desire, and once started, she found it all but impossible to stop. She was drunk on sex, intoxicated with it, thrilling to their total conquest of her body and mind as they drove into her again and again.
Randy was the next to come, and he began spurting madly into her cunt, unleashing blast after blast of his own sperm. His cock wilted quickly, fell out of Helen, and the boy managed to slide out from underneath her.
By that time Sam was ready again, and he wormed his way under her and shoved his Pike's Peak into her steaming center, fucking upward, bouncing insanely, making Zip speed up to keep time with him.
Zip was next, unleashing his sperm into her rectum, bellowing, "OHHHHKH...HHHH AAAAA NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH...YYYY EEEEEE AAAAAA GGGG HHHHH...UUUUUU NNNNNN GGGGG HHHAAARRRGGGHHH AAAAAA WWWWW AAAGGGHHHUUUGGGHHH!"
Helen drank, realizing her husband's sperm tasted of the beer he continually filled his belly with. She had a feeling that if the man ever did impregnate someone again, the baby would come out, roaring drunk.
Then Sam unleashed his second load of the day, and all of them rested for a while before starting all over again.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
As a result of what had happened up at the cabin, Helen's life began changing. To begin with, her husband suddenly realized what an extremely beautiful woman he had married. Hell! He had known she was beautiful when he had proposed, and now he saw her through the same eyes he had seen her, then. He knew he had no right to restrict her movements since she had caught him with that redhead and Joe Cerrone. One of the threats she had made was, if Andy ever objected to her fucking around on the outside, Helen would tell Maggie about Joe's extracurricular activities. Joe, not wanting Maggie to know, promised Andy that if he ever did anything to make Helen tell, he, Joe, would punch Andy in the nose.
But Andy, having fallen so much in love with his wife all over again, began fucking her on a regular basis, though having witnessed the way Joe had warmed up the redhead, he had tried it on Helen, and had discovered to his amazement that it got good results.
Zip continued his relationship with Helen, though they both decided it would be a good thing not to let Andy know they still had something going on. But Helen began to broaden her base, quietly looking for new lovers on her own. She checked proposed suitors out very carefully, oddly enough not interested in single men, because more than one single man was looking for some kind of permanent relationship, and all Helen wanted was a new, different cock-one to enjoy simply because it was different from others she had known.
Helen continued working at the restaurant until the owner of a higher-class eating establishment spotted her one day and decided she was too good to remain in a place like that. So he hired her, and within three weeks, Helen was his mistress, as well. As a result, he began giving her lots of expensive gifts, many of which she was able to sell, thus banking a lot more money than she had, previously.
As the months passed, Helen noticed her husband was going out less and less, and more important, he was hardly drinking at all. This helped improve the relationship between them to where Andy, after a while, had no desire to fool around with anyone other than his wife. Though he wanted Helen to be faithful to him, he knew there was no way he'd be able to control her. Helen reasoned that it was her infidelities that kept her husband interested in her because knowing other men found her attractive made him realize precisely what a jewel he had married.
Somehow Helen always had time for Zip. Her forays with other men made her temper her overpowering need for the youth, and when Zip realized she was no longer hopelessly in need of his cock, the boy began feeling jealous, and like Andy, felt more closely attached to her than ever.
Joe Cerrone, Zip's father, kept trying to get it on with Helen, but she refused, not wanting to risk losing Maggie's friendship. As a result, Maggie remained blissfully ignorant through it all, and she and Helen stayed the best of friends. All in all, Helen decided she liked the way her life was turning out.
