It was the same old story. Harry Harper was more interested in his own pleasure than in assuring that his lovely young wife, Helen, enjoyed their sexual activity. Every time his cock got hard (Helen was sure it stayed hard), he would climb on, shove his prick into her dry cunt, pump for a few seconds, and empty his load of come into her long before she had even started to like what he was doing.
Helen wasn't a prude; wasn't turned off by sex. She just wasn't turned on by her careless husband. In the six months they had been married, she hadn't come even one time.
Helen worked her sexy hips up and down, trying to match Harry's rhythm, thereby making the fuck more enjoyable for both of them.
"Oh, Harry, darling, please slow down a little," she begged. "You're going to come and I'm not there yet. A little slower, darling. Bring me up with you," she pleaded, wanting desperately to come.
"Don't talk while I'm fucking," Harry grunted, maintaining his rapid pace.
Helen grabbed his hips and pulled his groin to hers, attempting to hold him still. "Please, darling, be a good lover and slow down. I want to come with you."
"I'm not too fast," Harry hissed. "You're too damned slow!" He jerked his hips back, freeing himself from her clutching hands. "I've got to come! Fuck with me and you'll get there."
He resumed his fierce fucking and Helen moaned in frustration. Thinking she was moaning with pleasure, Harry increased his pace, fucking his six inch cock into her as hard as he could.
Helen felt her cunt just beginning to moisten with sexual joy. She threw her head back and gritted her teeth, willing herself to come. Above her voluptuous naked body, her husband was working like a Trojan. He had been fucking his pretty, black-haired spouse for only a few minutes, but he had been going at it so hard that the bed was squeaking in protest.
"Come on, baby, get with it! You can come if you'll just try," he panted, pumping his lean buttocks up and down over the luscious, hair-covered saddle of her loins.
She didn't answer verbally, but he could feel the vaginal muscles deep in her now-slippery pussy coiling around the shaft of his stiff prick. She had been too dry when he entered her, but now she was getting into it and he could move easier. Her cunt felt like a warm, wet fist around his prick. That erotic stimulation was driving him out of his mind with lust.
He was too hot and too horny to hold off his orgasm. Every time Helen thrust her hips up to receive his thrusting tool, he groaned with pleasure and got a little closer to dumping his load of sperm into her grasping cunt.
"Wait for me, darling!" she croaked. "I want to come, too! Wait for me, please. Make me come!"
He was sure he was trying his damnedest. But he wasn't a damned sex machine! His lovely young wife was just asking for too much from him. When he got his cock into her, he had to come! Just a few more strokes and he was going to fill her cunt to the brim with boiling sperm. It was ridiculous for her to ask him to slow down and wait for her at a time like this! There was something wrong with her if she couldn't come while being fucked so hard.
He stared down at her big, bouncing tits and sensual body. The sight of all the desirable female flesh only made matters worse for him. An explosion was building in his balls as they slapped against her crotch each time he buried himself in her sucking cunt. His cock was like a big fuse burning down to the power-laden powder kegs of his testicles. Just a few more seconds of savage fucking and he would be there! God, how he wanted to come! Needed to come! It was an urge he simply couldn't resist. He slammed into her with all his might, his prick swelling in the familiar way. . .
"Oh, God, don't come! Don't come! Wait! Wait! You've got to wait...ahhh, shitV Helen moaned, digging her fingernails into his buttocks, trying to hold him still and stop his cock from pumping.
But nothing could hold back his ravenous desire to unload inside her now. It was too late for anything but the aftermath. His prick throbbed against the hot walls of her cunt, then released a torrent of thick come. Helen could feel his sperm shooting high up into her and she was still so far from coming. She was almost insane with the need to release her own sexual tensions.
She jammed her hips up and down, trying to hold onto his rapidly deflating cock long enough to get her own orgasm started. But it was an exercise in futility. As usual. As soon as he came, his cock got as limp as a wet noodle. Harry tried to pump her a few more times, but his prick was too soft for her to even feel it anymore. His last few feeble strokes brought her no pleasure. Rather, she felt only intense frustration and defeat. He had spewed out his glut of come as he had rammed his cock between her legs, had gotten his pleasure, and had left her stranded. The viscid liquid was even running out of her pulsing pussy lips and soaking the crack of her buttocks. The feel of that trickle of warm liquid angered her more.
She would have given her left arm to have come with him. It was, however, too late. Just as it was always too late. Her clit, which had grown as large and red and erect as the thick nipples on her large tits only seconds before Harry came, was still standing out stiffly, begging for more attention.
"Damn!" Helen groaned, feeling the hot wave of frustration enveloping her full-bodied frame.
Every nerve in her body jangled with eager anticipation that was yet to be satisfied. "Couldn't you have waited!" she demanded hoarsely. "Couldn't you have held out just a little longer?" She clenched her teeth and tossed her head from side to side, her long black tresses bunching and swirling around her face.
Harry was slumping over her, his body glued to hers. His fun was over. His flesh was beginning to grow a bit sticky and uncomfortable, the way it always did after he had fucked. He had come, so what else was there? He rolled away from his wife, his soft prick slurping as it withdrew from between the pouting, flushed-pink lips of her unsatisfied pussy.
"Why do you always have to spoil everything by your demands?" he asked huskily.
Helen made a deep-throated, grunting noise. "You're like a damned rabbit," she said. "Climb on, pump for a few seconds, and then pour that sticky mess in me. You don't care about my feelings. All you want is a hole to stick that thing in so you can get your nuts off."
She sat up, fumbled around on the bedside table, found her cigarettes, and lit one. Exhaling the smoke, she stared into space, willing her body to come down from the erotic high that she had reached just seconds before he came. Harry lay on his back, his eyes closed, resting.
After a few minutes of tense silence, he sighed and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His cock was small and limp, almost hidden in the nest of hair in his groin. He knew he couldn't fuck her again right away. Didn't even have any desire to do so. He, too, reached for a cigarette. He remained on the edge of the bed, sitting with his back to Helen, puffing on his cigarette. He looked back over his shoulder and saw that his young wife was rubbing the moist, fringed mound of her cunt. As he watched, one finger slipped between her cunt lips, toying with her still-erect clitoris. The nipples of both her breasts were still large and pointing, standing up full and thick. They looked to be as hard as bullets. He liked to play with her tits, but only between fucks. When it was time to fuck, all he wanted to do was get his cock into her pussy.
"What are you doing?" he demanded. "You know that's not right."
"What the hell do you know about anything," Helen responded, her finger still working her clit. Her own touch felt good. Not as good as her husband's would have felt, but a lot better than nothing.
"It isn't right for you to play with yourself." Old teachings often rear their ugly heads to inhibit a person. Harry had always been taught by his mother that it wasn't right to masturbate. He never did, never had, and thought that his wife shouldn't, either. He didn't know why it was wrong. It just was. How could his mother be wrong, after all?
"You don't do anything for me," she snapped. "So why should you care what I do for myself. You've had your fun."
"Is that the reason you can't come when I fuck you? Do you get yourself off all the time and then have nothing left when we fuck? I'll bet that's what the problem is."
Helen snorted and continued playing with her clit. Harry reached over to pull her hand out of her twat. She slapped the hand away with an angry movement.
"Go take your shower. You're going to be late for work," she said coldly.
Harry held his hand near her thigh for a few seconds, hesitant to move away and more hesitant to touch her again. Shaking his head in dismissal, he rose and went to the bathroom.
Helen didn't really masturbate her clit. She never had brought herself off that way. She, too, had been taught that it was wrong and she couldn't push herself over that hurdle of childhood teaching. She wanted to. Badly. Was to the point where she would do almost anything to come. Except that. As soon as it started feeling really good, she stopped and removed her hand from her crotch. Reluctantly. Things had to change, and soon, or she would go out of her mind.
Harry came back into the bedroom and began dressing for work. Helen could not let matters lie as they were.
"Why don't you do things to me before you put that thing in me?" she demanded harshly. "Where's all the foreplay I've heard and read about? You don't do anything but climb on and stick that thing in me."
"That thing you keep referring to is my cock," he replied heatedly. "Or can't you bring yourself to say that? Just like you can't bring yourself to come with me."
"I can say cock," Helen retorted. "I can say a lot of things, just like you can. I'm talking about doing, not talking."
"Do what? All those weird things you've talked about before? like putting my mouth on your pussy?"
"For God's sake," she hissed, "you don't even touch it!" She saw him roll his eyes back and amended, "My pussy. My cunt. My twat. Whatever you want to call it! I don't care what name you give it, but I do care that you don't do anything with it but stick your cock in it and pound away until you come. Which is usually before I can even get my breath. You could at least put your fingers in it before you fuck it!"
"There you go again, wanting all those perverted things. Normal men don't do those things. What a man is supposed to do is use his cock, not his mouth or his fingers. Cunts are meant to have cocks in them. Not fingers or tongues or toes, or anything else!"
"Hell, you don't even touch my breasts, my tits, when you want to fuck me. Is there something wrong with my body? Don't you like to touch it and kiss it?"
"I don't have any objection to touching or kissing it," he replied. "It's where you want me to touch it and kiss it that matters. And where you want to touch and kiss me. A wife does not do that sort of thing. Only a whore uses her mouth to satisfy a man."
"Bullshit! I've read and heard that a lot of women, even wives, do that. What's so bad about it? And what kind of man kisses a woman's pussy if only a whore sucks a cock?"
Harry could only stare at his young wife. He hadn't ever considered that question. There being no male equivalent to a whore, he had no idea what to say. Except, "A perverted man does that, that's who. One who has no pride. Lesbians do that, not men."
"Then there must be a lot of male lesbians in the world."
"Just what the hell do you want from me, Helen? I don't neglect you, after all. We make love at least once a day."
"No, my dear husband, you fuck me at least once a day. We have never made love. Making love means all the foreplay; the touching, kissing, and playing with each other before we fuck. And then cuddling and touching and kissing after we fuck. And a man who is really a man makes sure that his woman gets her pleasure, too.
"We don't do any of those things. And I want to. Just like I want to use some positions other than me flat on my back all the time. Maybe if we did it some other way, it would help me come. I know it would help if you'd do something more than just stick your cock in me and fuck me."
"Where did you learn all these things? You told me you were a virgin when we married."
"I was, Harry. That was no lie. But being a virgin doesn't make me stupid. I did hear girls talking at school. And I can read."
"Read what? Trash, like those romance magazines? Those things are written that way just to sell copies. Those stories aren't true. Who would do all those crazy things?"
"Two people who are in love, the way we're supposed to be. You seemed so happy that I was a virgin, and now you don't do anything to teach me, or help me enjoy sex. Do you think I'm a 'bad' woman because I want to enjoy it?"
Again, Harry was at a loss for words. He wasn't really a bad sort. It was just that he'd never learned what making love was all about. Most of his information came from the wrong sources: the other boys at school who snickered about sex and what was involved. Boys who had no experience themselves and only made up the stories they told; the conquests of which they boasted. Harry had had a few sexual experiences before he married, but they were hurried affairs in the back seat of a car that left much to be desired. Foreplay was a foreign word, as far as he was concerned. You played with a girl's tits only long enough to coax her out of her panties so you cold put your cock in her. Hell, you didn't even get to see her naked body half the time. And you definitely didn't cuddle with her after you had fucked her! You put your wet cock back in your pants while she got her panties on and then you took her home. Only the really depraved girls, the ones everybody fucked, sucked your cock or jacked you off. Or even dared suggest that the boy eat her pussy. He wasn't going to have his wife thought of in those terms. Who would do that thinking had never entered his mind, either, unless he made a habit of telling his buddies about his private life. And the only thing he did was allude to how often he fucked his wife. He never talked about specific things they did. Or didn't do.
"We don't ever get anywhere with this talk," he said. "You just don't seem to understand that nice girls don't do those things. If you were a virgin, then you have to be a nice girl, so why do you keep wanting those things? I don't understand you at all."
"I'm not a girl, damn it," Helen hissed. "I may be only nineteen, but I'm a married women. All that garbage you learned from your school chums just isn't true. I. . . "
"You what? Have you been talking to your girlfriends about our private life again? You know that makes me mad!"
"I have to talk to someone, damn it! I'm gong crazy trying to figure out what we can do to make our sex better. And you don't seem to care one bit. As long as you can fuck and come, you're happy. I bet you'd do anything that woman next door wanted if you just had the chance. My boobs may not be as big as hers, but my body's just as good!"
"You leave Pam out of this! She has nothing to do with anything!"
"like hell she hasn't! I've seen the way you look at her when she spreads herself out in the back yard to sunbathe."
The woman in question was their next-door neighbor, a thirty-year-old blonde named Pamela Pearson. She often displayed her 40-24-38, five foot, four inch frame to Harry's and Helen's eyes by lying on a blanket in the back yard. None of the other neighbors could see into her yard, but there was a gap in the wooden fence between her yard and the Harper's. Harry looked at her every chance he got. His secret desire was to see her nude. But Helen was right. Pam might have bigger breasts, but Helen was no dog. Her own 36-22-38, 110 pounds packed on a five foot, three inch frame was just as luscious as Pam's.
"I don't look at her all the time," Harry protested, knowing full well that he was lying.
"like hell you don't! You find some silly excuse to be in the back yard every time you think she might be lying out there. She might weigh a little more than I do, but it's all in her boobs if she does. Aren't mine big enough for you? Or, do you think she's one of those 'bad' girls you keep talking about who'll suck your cock for you? Is that what you want? I've never done that, but I'll bet I could learn fast if you'd only give me the chance!"
"You're crazy!" Harry shouted, putting on his shoes and standing again. "No, you're depraved. And you have a wild imagination!" He blushed, however, knowing how close to the truth Helen had come. "I'll be late for work. I'll see you tonight." He moved to the bed to kiss Helen goodbye.
She turned her head so he kissed her on the cheek. "Don't be too damned sure! I might not be here."
"And jut where would you go?"
"Who knows? Maybe I'll go out and find out how to be a 'bad' girl so you'll like me better."
Harry left without saying anything else.
Helen sat on the bed a while longer and then went to the bathroom to take her morning bath. As she washed her pussy, her fingers tarried around the thick lips of her vagina and over her clit just a little longer than necessary, but she again stopped short of masturbating.
Her threat to Harry about not being home wasn't an idle one. The reason she might not be there was, however. She had no intention of going out and finding a man who would teach her to be a 'bad' girl. Not that she wasn't tempted. It would serve Harry right. He wouldn't take care of her, so there was no reason she should feel any loyalty to him in that respect. It was just that she didn't have the nerve to go out and pick up a man.
One of the biggest reasons Helen was a virgin when she married Harry six months previously, as soon as she graduated from high school was that she was shy. And naive. Word had soon gotten around amongst the boys that she wouldn't even let them feel her boobs, so she hadn't dated all that much. Oh, she had wanted the boys to touch her. Had craved it. But couldn't bring herself to do that, any more than she could bring herself to jack them off, which a lot of the boys wanted then they couldn't fuck her. The result was predictable. The only boys who asked Helen out on a date were those boys who were also too shy to ask a girl to fuck. Ironically, these were the same boys who made up stories about their sexual conquests. And Harry was one of those boys.
The more Helen thought about not being home when Harry returned from work, the more she liked the idea. Let him stew in his own juices for a while. But she couldn't go home to her mother. They weren't on speaking terms since Helen had married Harry, a marriage Helen's mother didn't approve. She could, however, go see her sister, Marcie, for a few days. Marcie was twenty, married, happily so from all appearances, and would be a good one to talk to about how she felt. She and Marcie had always been fairly close. Sort of a two-girl front against their parents.
Dressing hurriedly, Helen threw some clothes into a suitcase, wrote Harry a short note, threw the suitcase in the back seat of her little car, and set out to see her sister.
The trip to Marcie's house in a town toward the center of the state was normally a two hour drive. It was just beginning to rain when Helen left her house. Thirty minutes later, the light rain had turned into a typical spring downpour. Helen had to use secondary roads since the major highways all went in other directions and the going was tough. The rain was coming down so hard she could hardly see the blacktop road. She should have turned around and returned home, but her mind was set. She wasn't going to be home when Harry returned from work, no matter what. All he would find was the short note she had left him.
After she had been driving for almost two hours, Helen had the vague feeling that she was lost. The rain had let up some and she could see part of the surrounding countryside. Nothing looked familiar. When she passed a small service station and tavern that she didn't remember having seen before, the vague feeling turned into one of certainty. Then she realized that a red light was glowing on the dashboard.
The printing over the light said 'Alternator.' She didn't have the slightest idea what an alternator was. All she knew was that it meant trouble and she didn't know how long the damned light had been on. She had been too busy paying attention to the road to notice the dashboard.
Less than a mile beyond the service station, she found out how long the light had been burning. Long enough that the car stalled. When she tried to start it, nothing happened. The engine wouldn't even turn over.
"Well, nothing else has gone right today, so why should the car be any different," she said aloud, slamming her palms down on the steering wheel.
There was nothing left to do but walk to the service station and hope there was someone there who could fix the damned thing. And, of course, she hadn't remembered to bring a raincoat. As she climbed out of the car, she had no inkling of all the things that were going to get fixed before she was on her way again to visit her sister.
She trudged through the rain, head down, arms wrapped around her chest, soaked to the skin in seconds. When she arrived at the service station, she was shivering from the cold and looking like a drowned rat.
CHAPTER TWO
Helen's luck was still the same-bad. The service station was closed. There wasn't even a sign on the door giving the hours of operation. For all she knew, it was closed permanently.
Muttering to herself, Helen backed away from the door, carefully staying under the roof over the pumps. She was as wet as she could get, but it felt good to be out of the rain. Looking around, frustration rising in her again, Helen saw that the sign over the tavern door was on. There should be a phone in there. At least she could call the auto club. Thank God she had coerced Harry into joining. She wouldn't have to wait until another car came along, which might or might not stop.
Trotting through the rain, Helen went into the tavern door, noting that only two cars were parked outside. If she couldn't get the auto club to come out this far, perhaps she could get one of the customers to drive her to the nearest open station.
She entered a small vestibule, opened the inner door, and stepped into the tavern. There she came face-to-face with a refugee from a motorcycle gang. Full beard, longish hair, faded jeans, leather vest, and chains around his waist. And big. At least six foot, six inches tall, the man had to weigh at least two hundred, seventy-five pounds. Helen stopped short, startled by the man.
"That'll be five dollars cover charge," the man said, holding out his hand.
"Oh, uh, I, uh, I just want to use the phone. My car broke down . . . "
"If you go inside, you gotta pay five dollars. No exceptions." He kept his hand out.
"But I don't want to go inside. I just want to use the phone," Helen said in exasperation. "Why should I have to pay five dollars to do that?"
"See the sign?" The man pointed to the front of the podium by the door. "No exceptions."
Helen read the sign, sighed, and dug in her handbag for the money. That was one thing she had forgotten about before she left home. She had some money with her, but certainly not enough to pay for repairs to the car and have enough left to buy gas to get home, even if she turned around right here. Wherever home was from her. Come to think of it, where was here!
Helen handed the money to the man and demanded, "Now, where's the damned phone?"
"Back by the restrooms." The man pointed again, this time toward the rear of the tavern. "But you gotta sign this first." He thrust a clipboard at her.
She read the paper fastened to the board and looked at the man in puzzlement. "Why do I have to certify that I'm not a member of any law enforcement agency."
"Rules."
"Oh, shit," she exclaimed softly, signing her name in the space provided. "Now may I use the phone?"
The man waved her through, bowing at the waist in an exaggerated manner and sweeping one arm up in the air behind him. Helen stuck out her tongue and headed to the rear of the tavern.
Again, she had to dig in her handbag, this time for coins. After much digging and muttering, she found what she needed and lifted the receiver. And heard nothing. Total silence came from the instrument. The damned thing was out of order and she'd had to pay five dollars to find that out. Now she was really angry. Whirling about, she headed back toward the door, intending to raise hell with the man at the door. Then she noticed the music. And the dancers.
There were two small stages and each was occupied by a go-go dancer. Nude go-go dancers! As naked as the day they were born. Each one dancing away to an audience of one.
Now she understood the ritual at the door. She had heard of such places, but had never been in one. Her anger cooled as she watched the dancers, fascinated by the sight of the two women displaying themselves to men who were most-likely strangers. She had thought she would be repelled by such a sight, but she was intrigued instead. Walking slowly, her eyes darting from one stage to the other, she bumped into the bar.
"May I help you?" a soft feminine voice asked.
Helen turned toward the voice. And came eyeball-to-eyeball with a pair of large, firm, naked breasts. The bartendress was wearing a skimpy G-string and a pair of high-heeled sandals.
"Uh, I, uh...I need to use the phone, but it seems to be out of order."
"It's never been hooked up, dear. There's one in the office you could use. What do you need?" The girl smiled sweetly at Helen, eyeing her up and down.
"My car broke down about a mile up the road. I need to call the auto club."
"They don't come out here. Maybe JJ can help you."
"Who's JJ?"
"The owner of the service station." The girl picked up a phone from under the bar and said into it, "JJ, there's a young lady out here who needs some help with a broken car." Replacing the phone, the girl said to Helen, "Why don't you have a drink? Looks like you could use one. JJ will be right with you."
"Uh, how about a cup of coffee? If you have it."
Helen stared in fascination again as the girl got the coffee. Every movement of her shapely body caused her breasts to bounce and sway. She couldn't keep her eyes off the girl, even when the girl put the coffee in front of her.
The girl smiled again and said, "I'm Carrie. This outfit is something else, isn't it? At least it's not hard to launder." She grinned at the little joke, showing even white teeth. When Helen didn't respond, Carrie continued. "That's a little joke, dear." Then Carrie realized this was the first time Helen had been in such a place. "You've never been in a club like this before, have you? No, you couldn't have been, you look too young to be in bus one.""
Before Helen could reply, another feminine voice behind her said, "You the one who wanted JJ?"
Helen turned around on the bar stool to face yet another woman. At least this one was fully clothed. In a pair of shapeless coveralls that made it difficult to tell that it was a woman. Except for the hair, gathered in a bun behind the woman's head, and the finely-chiseled features.
"Yes, I'm the one. My name's Helen. Helen Harper. My car is down the road about a mile. It just stopped running. Do you think JJ can help me?"
"I'm JJ, dear. And if your car was built in the last fifty years, I can help you. Tell me what happened."
Another surprise for Helen. But this was the day of the liberated woman, wasn't it? Helen related to JJ how the car had acted.
"Well, sounds like either the voltage regulator went bad or the alternator went on the fritz. In either case, the battery ran down. No electricity, no go." JJ could tell by the look on Helen's face that the girl didn't have the faintest notion what JJ was talking about. "But you don't want a lesson in auto mechanics. I'll go get it and we'll see what has to be done."
"Uh, Miss...JJ, I left home without much money. If it's going to cost very much, I don't know how I'm going to pay you, unless you take checks." Helen almost held her breath while waiting for JJ's response. All she needed now was to find out that she couldn't get the damned car repaired.
JJ looked at Helen for several seconds and then said, "Well, you don't look savvy enough to be running a scam on me. Got any kind of credit cards?"
"Just the auto club. I was going to call them, but Carrie said they don't come out here." Helen looked around and added, "Wherever here is."
"Name of the place used to be Victory. Before everybody moved away and most of the houses fell down. Now we just tell folks who're interested that we're by the nine mile post on County road 69. What auto club?"
Helen dug out her auto club card and handed it to JJ.
"That's good. I'm a member of this one. And just about all the others, too. We can charge the repairs to this and you can settle up with them. Which way is your car?"
"Oh, uh, well, this place was on my right as I went by. I got lost in the rain. It's about a mile up the road."
"Okay. You wait here where it's dry and warm. I'll be back in about an hour."
"Won't you need the key?" Helen asked, digging in her handbag again.
"Why? You said it won't run."
"Oh," Helen said, sheepishly, flushing with embarrassment.
JJ patted her on the shoulder and smiled for the first time. To Carrie, JJ said, "Why don't you get her a blanket to put around her. She's going to take cold this way. Besides, she's going to attract more attention than the dancers if she sits here this way. Those wet clothes don't hide that lush body. And give her some brandy to go with the coffee."
Helen looked at herself for the first time since she had entered the tavern. Her wet dress was plastered to her body, fully revealing every feature of her curvaceous body. Her face turned a fiery red.
JJ left and Carrie got a blanket from another room for Helen to put around her shoulders. As she sipped her brandy and coffee, Helen turned so she could watch the dancers again. Their nude bodies drew her attention like a magnet draws iron fillings.
She found that she liked looking at them. There were two different dancers on the stages now. One of them was squatting on her heels, only her hips moving in time with the music. Her knees were spread and the one man sitting at the edge of the stage was leaning forward, his head deep in the girl's crotch. It took a moment for Helen to realize what he was doing.
Turning her head partway toward Carrie, but still keeping her eyes on the girl and man, Helen asked, "Is he really . . . ? "
"Oh, sure," Carrie said, laughing softly. "For a little tip, he can taste her all he wants to."
"But isn't that . . . ? " She seemed to be having trouble finishing her sentences. She was also having some trouble breathing. Normally, at least. She could feel her pulse racing as she watched the man lick the dancer's pussy. Right out in public. There weren't many people around, but still. . .
"Against the law?" Carrie finished for her. "Sure, but we don't have any trouble out here. The sheriff doesn't have enough men to cover the county as it is. That's why you had to sign that sheet at the door saying you're not a member of a law enforcement agency. If you really want to see something, look over to the side at what Betty's doing to that guy she's sitting with."
It wasn't hard to find Betty. She was the only girl sitting at one of the tables. She was one of the dancers who had been on stage when Helen entered. And she was still nude. At first, Helen couldn't see anything unusual. Then, as she peered harder, she saw that one of Betty's hands was under the table. In the man's lap. His fly was open, his hard prick was standing up, and Betty was jacking him off. The girl was calmly smoking a cigarette as her hand stroked up and down the rigid shaft, her palm rubbing across the head of the prick on each up-stroke. The man was leaning back in his chair, his eyes closed, lost to everything but the pleasure Betty was giving him.
As Helen watched and sipped her coffee and brandy, Betty worked the cock a little faster. Then a little faster. Faster still. Suddenly, the come burst out of the end of the cock and sprayed the underside of the table and Betty's hand. She kept stroking the cock until it was limp. Then she stuffed it back in the man's pants, wiping the come off her hand and wrist on the inside of the material. Stubbing out her cigarette, Betty rose and left the table. The man sat there, his eyes still closed, savoring his orgasm.
"Oh, wow!" Helen muttered.
"Yeah," Carrie said. "You get to see a lot of things happen in here."
Helen returned her attention to the girl on the stage who was being licked by her audience of one. The girl had abandoned all pretense of dancing now. Her hands were on the floor behind her and she had inched her feet forward until they were on the very edge of the stage. Her head was thrown back, her hips were jerking up against the man's face, and her knees were spread as wide apart as she could get them. It was obvious that she was very close to coming.
Helen was tempted to go over and watch as the man ate the girl's pussy, but she restrained herself. Not only had she never seen a man eat a woman's pussy before, she had never seen a woman come. Including herself. She held her coffee cup in front of her mouth, but she didn't attempt to drink. All her attention was focused on the girl. She wanted to watch her when she came. Wanted to see what a woman looked like when she had an orgasm.
But she was denied that pleasure. JJ returned just when Helen was sure the girl was about to come. JJ followed Helen's eyes, then ignored the scene. She had seen it many times before, and, while it interested her, she had other things on her mind.
"The voltage regulator went out on your car," she told Helen. "You're going to be stuck here until tomorrow afternoon, at the earliest. Have to order one from the city. I don't carry parts for those little foreign jobs. There aren't any motels around here, of course. You can stay overnight with me."
Helen drug her attention away from the stage when JJ started talking to her, clearly disappointed that she wasn't able to see the finish of the action.
"That's nice of you," she said, "but I don't want to be any trouble."
"Well, unless you want to sleep in your car, you'll have to go home with me. But don't worry. I won't bite you. Very hard, anyway." JJ smiled broadly.
So did Carrie. Helen hoped the woman was joking. She did not know what she'd do if the woman made a pass at her. It suddenly dawned on her that's just might happen. The woman was doing a man's job, after all. Maybe she had other ideas that men have, too. As JJ said, however, Helen didn't have much of a choice.
"Come on. Your suitcase is by the door. We'd better get you in some dry clothes. You can tear yourself away from this. We'll come back over tonight and you can really see some action."
Helen reluctantly followed JJ to the door. Both stages were empty as they left the tavern.
JJ's house was more than Helen had expected. It was a big, rambling place with several bedrooms and three bathrooms. JJ showed Helen to one of the bedrooms and put her suitcase on the bed.
"You might want to take a hot shower and rest a while. We will go back to the tavern for dinner. I seldom cook unless I'm having a party. The cook at the tavern isn't the best in the world, but he's okay."
"Oh, okay. I thought that was just a, well, a. . . "
JJ smiled again. She had a pretty smile and liked to make the most of it. "Whatever else goes on there, it's still a tavern," she told Helen. "You don't need to struggle for words. I'm not embarrassed by the place. A girl has to make money someway and at least that's an honest way."
"You own it?" Helen asked in surprise. "And the service station?"
"I own just about everything around here, including most of the land. I bought the station several years ago, when there was still a village here. Then, when everything started closing up, I bought the tavern and a lot of the land. I doubt any of it will ever amount to much, but I'm happy."
"Yeah, that's the important thing. Being happy, I mean. I feel so funny about all of this. I haven't even introduced myself."
"Yes, you did. In the tavern. Your name is also on your credit card, remember. My real name is Julie Jones. That's where the JJ comes from." JJ held out her hand to Helen. "It's nice to meet you; to have someone new drop by now and then."
"I can't thank you enough for the way you've treated me. I'd have been totally lost, and not just as to where I am, if you weren't so nice."
"My pleasure. And don't worry about thanking me. You have already, just by being here. You're nice." JJ started to leave the room. Back over her shoulder she said, "And one hell of a good looking woman." She winked and gave Helen a wicked little smile.
Helen wondered again just what kind of woman JJ was. And then decided not to worry about it. If JJ was the kind of woman who liked other women, Helen thought she could handle that. Hell, it might even turn out to be interesting. Harry certainly hadn't been giving her what she needed.
When the two women returned to the club, there were a few more customers than there had been that afternoon. Still, the place wasn't packed, by any means.
"Do you really make enough money here to live a comfortable life?" Helen asked. "I know that's a personal question, but I hope you don't mind my asking."
"No, I don't mind at all. And the answer is yes. There's a good bit of traffic that helps the station. Also, there are a lot of people living in the woods around here. I also get a lot of business from the towns nearby. There's nothing going on in them, so the folks come out here to add a little spice to their lives. Mostly men, but several women, too. There's a floor show every night. It'll start filling up after while."
The women ate a dinner that was filling and tasty, if not exactly a gourmet meal. Helen saw that a lot of more people had arrived by the time they finished eating. They were having an after dinner drink when the lights dimmed and the spots on the stage nearest the center of the room came one.
The first person on the stage was big for a woman, about five feet, eight inches tall and weighing around one hundred, fifty pounds. There was, however, a full, high bosom clearly visible under the skimpy top. Helen guessed that the breasts would easily fill a 37 inch, D cup bra. If there had been a bra present. The top was a mesh affair that allowed the full nipples to peek out between the mesh. Long brown hair hung down to her waist.
"That's Pat," JJ told Helen. "Our star attraction for tonight. I think you'll be surprised by what happens."
Pat began to dance, her high heels clicking and clacking on the wooden stage. Un-like the dancers Helen had seen earlier who had started out in a tiny bra and skimpy G-string, Pat was wearing a short skirt with the mesh top. As Pat danced, the skirt whirled and whipped around well-rounded, shapely thighs.
Just as Helen began to wonder if Pat was the only attraction, another dancer came on stage. This dancer was nude and it took a moment for Helen to realize that it was a girl and not a young boy. Her breasts were so small that only the nipples showed. And her pussy mound was shaved clean.
"And that's Susie," JJ said softly. "They're a team. They travel around the country giving their little show. They cost me a lot, but I think it'll be worth it."
Susie, a four foot, ten inch blonde, made a good contrast to the size of Pat. Pat quickly removed her top and, cupping her breasts, held them out, first to the audience and then to Susie. Susie accepted the invitation and danced up to Pat, kissing and licking the offered nipples. Susie moved closer to Pat and put her face between the big melons. As Pat squeezed her fleshy tits on each side of Susie's face, Susie put her arms around Pat. Seconds later, Susie danced back away from Pat, carrying the skirt in her hands.
Pat was wearing a pair of scanty panties, but they looked odd somehow to Helen. Brunette pubic hair showed around the top and under the leg bands. But there was a fullness between the thighs that didn't look just right.
Susie danced back to Pat and unsnapped the sides of the panties and pulled them from Pat's full thighs. Then Helen saw what was causing the thickness between the thighs. A long, slender cock hung down between Pat's legs! Pat wasn't a she. Nor a he. Helen had never imagined that such a person even existed in the world.
Helen turned to JJ, her face showing her confusion. "What. . . where . . . ? "
"Told you that you'd be surprised. Pat's a she-male. Bet you thought it was going to be a show where two women make love to each other. Well, that's interesting to watch, but this is more interesting. When word of this gets around, this place will be packed every night." JJ smiled her wicked little smile again.
Pat and Susie continued to dance together. Pat's long cock was still limp and it bounced and swayed along with the big tits sticking out from Pat's chest. The sight was enough to boggle the mind of even the most jaded watcher.
Then Susie started playing with the slender cock. Her tiny hands seemed lost on the length of the member. She held the cock out to the audience, showing them the full length. Then she pulled back the foreskin, exposing the rounded head to the audience. As she played, the prick began to harden. Dropping to her knees, Susie ran her tongue and lips along one side of the long dong until her face was in Pat's pubic hair, then did the same thing along the other side. Pat and Susie had the full attention of the audience now.
Pat pinched and pulled her nipples while Susie played with the prick. The little blonde took the cockhead in her mouth, sucking it like a kid with a long stick of candy.
Helen was fascinated, not only by the way Pat was built, but also with Susie's cocksucking. That afternoon, she had watched a man eating a woman's pussy, and now she was getting to watch a woman suck a cock, both firsts for her. She felt her own pussy getting moist as her eyes drank in the scene on the stage.
When Susie had gotten the cock as hard as it was going to get, she turned her back to Pat and offered her tiny ass. Pat ran the cockhead up and down the crack between Susie's little buttocks and then bent Susie over. There was a deep sigh from the audience as they realized where Pat was going to put that lengthy tube of flesh.
And that was exactly where it went. Straight up Susie's bung hole, sliding in inch by inch until all twelve slim inches of it was buried in the little girls' ass.
"Oh, my God!" Helen exclaimed. "That thing looks too long for her to take all of it. It'll come out her mouth!"
"Don't worry about her," JJ replied. "She gets it there every night. After a while, a woman gets used to that and can take it there just as easily as she can take it in her pussy. I should know. Isn't this some show?"
"If...well...interesting, to say the least. I've never seen anything like it." Helen's breathing was shallow and fast. Her pulse was pounding so hard she was sure JJ could hear it. The crotch of her panties wasn't just damp; it was soaked. She wondered how she was going to get through the night without some sexual relief of her own. "When she gets it like that, does she come?" Helen blurted out the last sentence without thinking. But she wanted to know; wanted to watch another woman come.
"Watch and see."
Helen did just that. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the salicioius scene. Pat now had the full length of the prick shoved up Susie's asshole. As they fucked, the odd pair turned slowly so the audience could see every detail of the action.
At first, Susie had had her hands on her knees, supporting her upper body. Then, as the fucking got better, she slid one hand between her legs and ran two fingers into her little slit to play with her clit. Between the cock in her ass and the fingers on her clit, Susie didn't last long. Her face screwed up in ecstasy. Pat held onto her hips, supporting the tiny blonde as she went into her orgasm twitching.
Helen could imagine herself in place of Susie, getting screwed up the ass until she came. She wanted desperately to put a hand between her own legs in an attempt to ease the ache that throbbed in her pussy and clit. And to come when Susie did. But she was too shy to do it. She knew, however, that she was going to have to masturbate for the first time in her life before she could get to sleep that night.
Susie jerked and bucked through her orgasm, her fingers mauling her clit while the long dong prodded her ass. Pat gave no indication of having come yet. After Susie's orgasm began to subside, she and Pat moved slowly apart, letting the prick slide out of the little girl's ass inch by inch, the same way it had gone in.
Susie turned around, grasped the cock, and started masturbating it with both hands. Just before Pat came, Susie knelt again and let the hot sperm shoot into her face. The white globs of come dribbled down her face and dripped off her chin.
Then the stage went dark. Chairs scuffled as the audience moved around and uttered a collective sigh.
JJ said to Helen, "Why don't we go back to the house and have a night-cap? You must be tired after your long day."
Helen was anything but tired at the moment. Her nerves were tingling and her heart was still beating like jungle drums. But JJ's suggestion was welcome. She had to get out of the tavern and back to her bedroom where she could do something about the ache in her pussy.
"I'm going to get out of this dress," JJ said as they entered the house. "Then I'll make some coffee to go with some fine cognac I have. You can use a nice strong drink, can't you?" Again she smiled her wicked little smile.
"Oh, uh, yeah, that would be nice," Helen managed to say. Her mind was so inflamed with sexual thoughts she didn't know what she was saying.
"Did you like the show?'" JJ asked, handing Helen a balloon glass of cognac. She also served coffee to go along with the brandy. She had changed into a light blue robe with nothing underneath. When she stood a certain way, it was easy for Helen to see that her lush, nude body was the only thing under the robe. For the first time, Helen noticed that JJ was a full-bodied, buxom woman. It was also obvious that she was a real redhead. The thick pubic hair was only one shade darker than the hair on her head, which, now that she had taken it out of the bun, reached all the way to her waist. Helen knew that men would find JJ very attractive indeed. She certainly did.
"That little show seemed to really get to you," JJ said softly. "If I had to make a guess, I'd say you're either sexually repressed or neglected."
"Both, I think, would be correct," Helen found herself replying. She didn't normally talk to strangers about intimate things, but she felt so comfortable with this woman. Besides, they had just witnessed a very erotic show and Helen was still feeling the effects of it. Very much. "I haven't had much experience. And my husband, Harry, doesn't. . . well, he . . . "
"Uh-huh. He thinks only of himself and to hell with your feelings and needs. Right?"
"Yeah. How'd you know?"
"I was there once. Did everything I could to get the bastard to change. When he wouldn't, I walked out. The only thing I regret about that is that he had a cock about like Pat's. Only thicker. And it got harder."
"I noticed that Pat's didn't seem to get very hard. Why is that?"
"Something about hormones, I guess. He, or she, whichever is right, started out as a regular man and then took hormone shots to grow those big tits. Guess that made it difficult for him, or her, I never know which gender to use, to get a real hard on. I sampled it yesterday, and wasn't all that satisfied with it."
"Oh, you mean you and he, Pat, did it?"
"Well, if you can call it that. We tried, anyway. Or at least I did. Pat prefers to fuck guys in the ass. That's why his companion looks so much like a boy. That kind of show won't go over with a regular audience, though. With a boy, I mean. Anyway, that's all he/she wanted to do with me. I can take it in the ass easily enough. God knows, I should be able to, after taking my ex-husband there all the time while we were married. That's all he wanted to do, too. But I'm not wild about doing only that. I like my pussy serviced, too."
"Oh, I thought maybe you were . . . "
"Lesbian? Lots of people think that because of the work I do. It's to my advantage to let them think it. If I want a man, I can show him that I like to swing both ways."
"I don't understand what you mean by that."
"What? That I swing both ways? Means I like boys and girls. Lots of women do, but they don't advertise it. A lot of women, and even some men, get turned off by the thought of a woman eating pussy. Or some men say they do. I strongly suspect they like to watch two women make love, but won't admit it for some silly reason. I've also met several women who hollered long and loud about not wanting another woman to touch them. Until it happened. Then they couldn't get enough of it. I say that no matter how well a man eats pussy, I can do it better."
Helen was silent. She didn't know what to say. JJ seemed so open with her about liking women. Did that mean that JJ wanted her? Was JJ sending a signal and was now waiting to see what Helen would do about it?
"Does that surprise you?" JJ asked. "To find out that I like to get it on with women?"
"Well, to be truthful, I think it surprises me to find out that you like men. I was sure you were a...that you liked only women."
"And yet you came to my house without an argument. Does that mean that you're interested in me?"
"I'm not really sure, JJ. At first, I was going to tell you no when you invited me to stay with you.
Then I changed my mind, but I don't know why. I don't have any experience to tell me what to do."
"I think you're looking for experience. Or experiences. Lots of them. You're what? Nineteen? Twenty? And you have a husband who doesn't take care of you. How long have you been married?"
"I'm nineteen. And I've married six months." Helen continued, telling JJ all about the sexual problem between her and her husband.
JJ listened in silence as the young woman talked, letting her get it all out of her system. She refilled the coffee cups once and the brandy snifters twice while Helen was talking.
When Helen was finished, JJ stood in front of the young wife and asked, "Do you want me to take off the robe, Helen? Do you want me to bare my body for you? Would you like to look at it? Maybe touch it?"
Helen had never in her life felt as she did at that moment. She could see that beautiful body under the robe and she did want to see it naked. And, yes, she wanted to touch it, too. Wanted to do everything this woman suggested and ease that terrible ache in her groin. An ache that had started long ago and had gotten worse tonight.
"Yes. Yes, I want to do anything and everything," she whispered huskily, "i want to come for the first time in my life."
JJ let the robe fall to the floor. Her breasts were beautiful, as Helen had known they would be, and the luxuriant patch of red hair in her crotch covered her lower belly and went down along her shapely thighs. Helen's eyes were drawn there, but she couldn't see anything but the hair swirling down into JJ's ass. Yet
JJ smiled at Helen and began fondling her breasts, saying, "I'll do this to myself until you get up the courage to do it for me. Don't you want to get undressed, too? I want to see your lovely body naked. Want to touch it, to taste it, to do things to it that will make you feel wonderful."
Without a word, Helen stood and rapidly tore her clothes from her body. When she was nude, JJ looked her up and down carefully.
"You are beautiful, Helen. Absolutely gorgeous. I get hot just looking at you. If I was a man, my cock would be so hard I could punch a hole in steel with it. As it is, my clit's hard and throbbing. We're going to have a wonderful time."
JJ pulled Helen to her and put her arms around the younger woman. The feel of the older woman's breasts and pussy hair rubbing against her made Helen's blood race.
JJ positioned herself so their vaginas were touching and began a grinding motion. The two women were almost the same height, so neither had to get into an uncomfortable position. Helen opened her legs and put her arms around the redhead's neck and held on tightly. They stood there, their pussies rubbing together, their passions building.
Helen's breathing became faster and shallower, the more JJ rubbed. She was shivering all over, but not for being cold. She was having feelings, sensations, that she had never in her life felt. She was sure she could feel the redhead's clit rubbing her own. Hers was certainly hard enough; prominent enough for JJ's to be touching it.
"Do you like it?" the twenty-five old redhead whispered. "Do you like the feel of my pussy rubbing on your? Does it excite you as much as it does me?" That last question was hardly necessary. JJ could feel the way Helen was shivering with excitement and anticipation.
"Oh, yes!" Helen breathed. "Oh, God, yes, it excites me! I want to come, JJ. God, how I want to come! I want to learn everything you can teach me. I want you to make me come and come and come, until I can't stand it. I've never wanted anything so much in my life."
JJ chuckled and rubbed her hands over Helen's back and ass, lifting her buttocks in her palms, kneading and massaging them, pulling the young woman's pussy tighter to her own. Her big, fat clit was on fire as it rubbed against Helen's. She could feel that Helen's was already sopping wet. Her tongue tingled as she thought of getting it into the young woman's pussy. The first woman to do that. Perhaps even the first person to do that. She didn't often get this excited about fucking another woman. Cocks were really her love. But some unknown force had brought this young almost-virgin to her and she was going to thoroughly enjoy teaching her how to come.
Slipping a hand between their bodies, JJ ran her finger up and down Helen's wet slit, surprised at how hot it was. Helen was as ready as she was. Grinding her tits into Helen's, JJ tickled Helen's clit lightly and felt her shudder hard. It was time.
"Let's go to the bedroom," JJ muttered, pulling away from Helen and taking her hand. "Let's go where we can be very comfortable while we fuck. You'll get to come all you want to before the night is over. I'm so eager to fuck you I can hardly wait."
CHAPTER THREE
When Harry Harper arrived home from work that afternoon, he found the note from Helen telling him that she was going to her sister's for a few days to think things over. His first reaction was anger. The more he thought about the situation, the more pissed he got. She was his wife, dammit, and she had no business running off this way! He had left work early so he could get home and work out the problem with her, get her to see that all she had to do was learn to come a little sooner, and she wasn't even home!
Taking a beer from the refrigerator, Harry went into the back yard to sit and think. As he was dragging a chair out of the hot sun, he happened to glance at the gap in the fence between his yard and Pam's. His eyes almost bugged out of his head at what he saw.
Pam was lying on a blanket in her yard, her naked body fully exposed to the hot sun. The 120 pound bundle of female flesh exposed to his eyes 44 was a breathing sight. Her huge breasts stood up from her chest like two miniature mountains, the full, thick nipples surrounded by deep brown circles of pebbled flesh. His mouth watered just looking at her.
As though in a trance, Harry walked to the gap in the fence and stood there, feasting his eyes. Pam's eyes were closed, so she didn't immediately see him. After a few moments, she became aware that someone was staring at her. Opening her eyes, she lifted her head and looked at Harry, making no effort to cover her nude body.
"Oh, hello, neighbor. Home early aren't you?" She shaded her eyes from the sun with one hand, the movement of her arm causing her tits to bounce slightly.
"Yeah," Harry replied. "Came home to talk to my dear wife and she's not even here."
"I saw her put the suitcase in the car and leave this morning. I take it that you didn't know she was going away. Got troubles?"
"You might say that." Harry stood on his side of the fence, beer forgotten, his eyes riveted to Pam's luscious body.
"Come on over and sit down. If you need someone to talk to, I'm here. I know I'm a stranger, but sometimes it's better to talk to a stranger than someone you know well." Pam waited until Harry had sat down on the grass near her head and then turned over so she could look at him easier. "I'm also a hell of a lot cheaper than a psychologist." She smiled sweetly at Harry. "It's about time we got acquainted better anyway, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it sure is," Harry muttered.
The way Pam was lying, her tits hung down to the ground and she propped on her arms. Her heavy, curvaceous ass rose in the air in a continuous sexy sweep. The rear view was just as alluring as the front view.
"So? I'm all ears. Maybe I can help you over some rough spots."
Harry looked at her dainty ears and laughed out loud. "Damned if you're all ears!" Then he got serious. "I need to talk to someone, I guess. The men I work with certainly wouldn't understand and I don't know any women well enough to talk to them." He paused, screwed up his courage, and continued. "Helen took off because we had an argument this morning. Another argument. We seem to have them all the time."
"Let me guess. They're always about sex, aren't they? How long have you been married?"
"Six months. And, yes, they're always about sex. We get along just fine in all the other areas."
"Six months isn't very long. The honeymoon shouldn't be over that soon. So what's the problem? She doesn't want it as often as you do?"
"Well, no, not exactly. I mean, she's willing as often as I am. It's just that . . . " Harry's voice trailed off. He didn't know how to tell Pam what the real problem was.
"Well, that doesn't leave much," Pam mused. "Either she wants it more often than you do, or you don't satisfy her. You're a virile young man who should be able to do it a couple of times a day, at least, so I'd guess you aren't really giving her what she wants."
"Are you psychic or have you been peeking in our window?" Harry asked. Pam's straightforward manner was making it easier for him to talk to her.
"Neither. I've been through just about all the different situations. I've been married, you know. And after my husband died, I haven't exactly been celibate. What does Helen want that you're not giving her?"
"Shit," Harry blurted, "just about everything! Her biggest complaint is that I don't last long enough for her to come. I don't know what the hell she expects."
"That's not an unusual complaint, you know. Lots of men are too fast, especially when they're young. Did you have much experience when you got married? And did Helen?"
"Oh, I'd been with quite a few girls. Helen was a virgin. I think that's the problem. She just hasn't learned how to fu. . . how to get ready."
"Come on now, Harry, don't blame it all on her. Making love is a joint effort. Both partners have to do their part or it isn't any good. Do you engage in lots of foreplay? That's very important to a woman. She is slower to get started than a man is."
"Well, she's almost always wet before I, uh, enter her. Doesn't that mean she's ready to go?"
"Oh, lord no! My pussy's getting wet just talking to you, but I'm certainly not ready for you to fuck me. Not right this moment, anyway."
Harry was struck dumb for a few seconds. He had been dying to get his cock into this sexy woman and here she was, offering it to him, almost on a silver platter.
Pam grinning wickedly, pleased with the young man's reaction to her statement. She had, she knew, totally discombobulated him. Much to her delight. It had been several days since she'd fucked, and she wanted a cock in her. What better one than the young one sitting in front of her, completely enamoured of her charms.
"Assuming, of course, that you would like to fuck me. I am almost old enough to be your mother, after all. Maybe you don't like older women. I'll understand if you don't want to fuck me." She deliberately kept using that expression, aware of what the words were doing to the young man. "I'd be disappointed, but I'd understand. Maybe I can help you fuck Helen better. She is coming back home, isn't she?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess so," Harry replied, choosing to answer her last question first. "She left me a note saying she'd be gone for a few days. Went to visit her sister."
Pam rolled over on her back, sat up, and turned so her open legs were aimed at Harry. Spreading her thighs slightly so he could see her pussy, she held her back straight, pushing her tits out at him.
"So you don't have to worry about making excuses about spending the night with me, then do you? You would like to fuck me, wouldn't you? I mean, you can see what I have to offer. I'm not too old and wrinkled for you, am I?"
The barrage of questions disconcerted Harry.
His brain was aflame with the desire to get his cock into her. He didn't know what to look at the most, her pussy or her tits. The thick inner-lips of her cunt were peeking through the light brown pussy hair, glistening with moisture, begging for his stiff prick.
He couldn't reply to Pam's questions verbally. He stood and started fumbling with the buttons on his clothes, avid to experience this older, more accomplished woman.
"Not here," Pam said with a chuckle. "We'd better go inside. One of the neighbors might see us. I don't have any objection to fucking in front of others, but I'm not sure some of our neighbors would accept my openness." She held out her hand for Harry to help her up.
Inside the house, Pam released Harry's hand and said, "Now, you can get undressed. I'd like to see what you have to offer."
Pam made no effort to help Harry undress. She stood in front of him, looking carefully at each part of his body as he bared it. Soon, he, too, was fully nude. His cock was sticking straight out, ready for action. Pam grasped it lightly with one hand, running her palm up and down the shaft.
"Nice," she said. "Helen shouldn't complain about the size. Come, we'll take a shower so we're nice and clean for each other."
Harry didn't want to waste time in the shower. He wanted to put his prick in her right now, right here. She could bathe after he had fucked her.
"I'd...I want to fuck you," he said through clenched teeth. "You've got me so hot I can't stand it."
"Ah, that's the secret," said Pam softly. "If you fucked me right now, you'd come after just a few strokes and then it would all be over. If you're going to put that nice tool in my pussy, I'm going to get something out of it, too. Don't argue, now. Just do what I say and you'll have all the pussy you can handle. You have to think of my needs and desires, too."
Pam led him to the bathroom and put him in the shower. Adjusting the water, she got behind Harry and began to slowly rub some soft, fragrant soap over his cock. His prick became very slippery as she worked her hand around it, pumping it gently. Her pointed nipples were pressing into his back. He could feel the bush in her groin against his buttocks.
"It'll start feeling much better soon," Pam whispered. "Better and better." Her hand worked a little faster. "You'll feel it soon. How often do you masturbate?"
"Uh, I, uh, don't," Harry managed to gasp. "I'd rather have it in your pussy."
"You'll have my pussy soon. Right now, we've got to take the pressure off, so to speak. After you've come this way, you will last longer when we fuck."
"I, uh, don't, uh, I can't come again so soon. Let me fuck you now!"
"Oh, no, we're going to do this my way. I'll get it hard again faster than you think. Just relax and enjoy what I'm doing."
"I . . . " Harry started to object to her jacking him off, but his words were cut short by the rising tension in his prick. Suddenly, his come was spurting from the tip of his cock, a thick stream of sticky goo shooting out.
Pam continued jacking him off until he dribbled to a stop. She was breathing hard, her hard tits scrubbing into his back. "I like to watch a man come," she whispered. "You came so much. Is it always like that?"
"Yeah, I guess it is. But I wish you had let me fuck you."
"Calm down, dear. Don't be so impatient. I'm going to suck and fuck you so much you won't be able to walk when I get through with you. You'll come just as hard later, believe me. I'll see to that."
Pam washed his body, then hers, not letting him touch her yet. She didn't want him to get too eager too soon. She wanted his cock in her when it would do her some good. And, she wanted to show him that he could properly fuck a woman and give her lots of pleasure. Young men were a special delight to her. They were so strong, so long lasting, if handled properly, and she loved to teach them about making love. Almost as much as she loved to fuck.
Drying him off, Pam led Harry to the bedroom and put him on the bed. As she stood by the bed, looking at his body, Pam's loveliness hit Harry like a punch in the guts. Her long blonde hair hung down to her shoulders, framing her beautiful face and slender neck. Her breasts were large, high, and firm. Her skin glowed with a deep tan, not a wrinkle showing anywhere. Her nipples were exceptionally dark, standing up from large, pebbly aureola. Her waist was narrow, her body widening at the hips into lush, feminine curves.
"God, you're beautiful," Harry husked. "I've got to fuck you."
"Don't rush, dear. You're going to like what we do, don't worry." Pam understood the main problem between Harry and Helen now. "Don't be selfish. I want my pleasure, too."
Pam took Harry's cock in her hand, muttering, "I'm going to show you what it's like to really make love." Before he could respond, she guided the cockhead into her ovaling mouth.
Harry grunted from the fierce pleasure of her warm, wet mouth circling his throbbing cock. His balls were swollen again. His shaft was hot and there was no better way to ease the painful pressure than by plunging it into a moist, willing, loving mouth. As long as that mouth didn't belong to his lovely young wife. Pam was a stranger, had fucked around a lot, so she could suck him all she wanted to. He would even come in her mouth, if that's what she wanted. She must have learned to suck sock after her husband died and she started fucking all those other men she mentioned in the yard. Surely her husband had never let his wife suck his cock.
Pam knelt at his feet, her belly sucked up, her thick-nippled tits dangling. She wet the head of his cock with saliva, then rubbed it over her lips. Letting the knobbed head slide into her mouth, she sucked deeply. Harry sighed as her mouth action sent waves of pleasure racing through him. Periodically, Pam took the cock out of her mouth and licked the length of the shaft, running her tongue up and down it, coating it with her saliva. After a while, Harry pulled his cock away from her. Pam looked at him questioningly. She hadn't felt the stirring of another orgasm.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he said, attempting to push her onto her back.
"You'll fuck me when I want you to," responded Pam, straddling his body.
Had Harry been paying attention, he would have understood what he was going to be faced with before he got out of this woman's bed. However, his mind was on his cock. He missed the forceful tone of Pam's voice. His experience with Helen mislead him. Pam wasn't his compliant, repressed little wife, as he was soon to find out. Pam knew what she wanted and was going to have it. He wasn't going to leave her unsatisfied and frustrated the way he did Helen.
When Pam climbed over him, Harry thought she was going to top-fuck him. Pam had other ideas. She scooted up his body, pushing him onto his back again. When her ass was under his chin and her furry pussy was boring in for his mouth, Harry realized what she was going to do.
"I don't do that," he objected, trying to turn his head away from her cunt.
"Then it's time you started," hissed Pam, spreading her pussy lips wife apart with both hands and lowering her ass until her soppy hole engulfed his mouth and nose. "I ate your cock. You can eat my pussy."
Harry's face was captured by the heavy folds of her cunt. The weeping hole was on his lips and her clit was mashed against the tip of his nose. When he opened his mouth to breathe, Pam pushed down a little harder.
"Use your tongue in my hole," she commanded. "Taste my cunt juice. Get a mouthful of it. Drink it." She wriggled her heavy ass around, smearing his lower face with her juice. "Stick out your tongue."
Pam's forceful manner made him afraid not to do as she demanded. Harry stuck out his tongue; pushed it into her hot honey-pot. His first taste of cunt wasn't what he had expected. All the boys at school, who had never eaten a pussy and didn't know what they were talking about, had always made remarks about pussy having a fishy taste and smell. This one didn't. The taste was rather nice. Withdrawing his tongue, he savored the slight tangy taste. Then he put his tongue back in the hole and worked it in and out, like a slender, short cock fucking into the blonde twat.
"That's right. Fuck me with your tongue. Make my cunt feel good."
The sweet fragrance of her sex filled his nostrils, intoxicating him. Pam wriggled her hips around, smearing her cunt all over his mouth as his lips pressed against her pussy lip. His tongue separated the pussy lips and dipped into the core of her sex again and again. Her sleek pink membranes were wet and glistening. Harry tasted her juices, his tongue pumping in and out of her cunt.
Pam turned around on top of his face and leaned over so that her head was directly above his rock-hard prick. It stood up from the thatch of hair in his groin like a flagpole in a patch of grass. She took his prick in one hand and guided it to her mouth. Her new position made her clit more accessible than her hole. Harry's tongue slid up her wet slit and pressed against the fleshy love button.
Removing his cock from her mouth for a moment, Pam said, "Lick my clit. Suck it. Love my clit, baby. Make me come that way. I'll suck you off."
Pam sucked his cock back into her mouth, letting the pulsing head rub against the soft roof of her mouth. At the same time, she wrapped her tongue around the underside of his shaft. Teasingly and skillfully, she worked her tongue against his flesh. She had to fight to keep from losing her concentration as his excited tonguing of her pussy sent fire through her nerves. For someone who was reluctant to eat pussy, he was now doing a wonderful job. Her toes curled and uncurled reflexively as Harry's tongue got to her. She sucked his cock deep into her throat.
Harry's swollen cock throbbed and ached with lovely sensations. He knew that he was going to come soon; going to fill this wonderful woman's mouth with his hot love juice. But she had said that was what she wanted. No woman had ever sucked him off before. Some of the girls he had dated had let him put his cock in their mouth, but they withdrew long before he could come. He tried to hold back; tried to make the delicious sensations last longer, but he was powerless against that fantastically hot mouth and active tongue.
With a fierce lunge of his hips, his cock erupted and spurted scalding sperm into Pam's avidly sucking mouth. He heard her gag for an instant, then she was sucking even harder, not only drawing the come from his rod, but pulling the head deeper into her throat. For an instant, Harry was disappointed that he was coming again and still hadn't felt his prick in her cunt. That feeling lasted less than a moment, however. What Pam was doing to him felt too good.
As Pam felt the first spurt of come in the back of her throat, she squirmed her hips around energetically, rubbing her clit harder against Harry's tongue-tip. Her own orgasm started scant seconds after his. She would have screamed her pleasure, but her mouth was too full. Her mother had always told her never to try to talk with her mouth full, so she concentrated all her attention on the waves of pleasure washing over her. She loved to come and she was going to do so many times before she let this inexperienced young man get away from her. He had a lot to learn and she was going to be the teacher.
When Pam's orgasm had died down and she had drained the last drop of come from Harry, she rolled off him and lay on her back, breathing deeply, slight shudders running through her body.
"For someone who has never eaten pussy before, you did very well," she told Harry. "And it wasn't so bad, was it?" Her hand eased over to his cock, wrapping the half-hard shaft.
"Well, not really. I always thought there would be a different smell and taste. Sort of fishy, you know?"
"Nonsense. You've been listening to someone who doesn't know what he's talking about. If a woman keeps herself clean, there's no bad odor. I've never tasted a pussy that didn't have a nice flavor and aroma."
"You mean you . . . ! You really . . . ? "
"Eat pussy? Of course. Most every woman who really loves to fuck eventually gets around to trying it. Some continue doing it, some don't. I happen to be a woman who-likes it."
"Boy, I hope Helen never gets such an idea!"
"Oh, my, young fellow, you've got so much to learn. One of the most exciting things a man can watch is two women loving each other. You'd better wise up or you're going to lose that beautiful young wife of yours. One of these days she's going to find out what fun sex really is. Then you'll be in for it. Right now, though, you're going to get your wish. We're going to put this lovely hard cock in my pussy. Have you ever been top-fucked?"
"Uh, no. I like it the other way better."
"If you've never had it with the woman on top, how in hell can you know what you like better? God, you have some stuffy ideas!"
Pam didn't wait for him to protest any further. Climbing over him again, she positioned herself over his stiff rod, fitted the head between her cunt lips, and eased her ass down.
"I want it all the way in," she hissed. "All the way to your balls. Then I'm going to fuck your socks off."
The blunt head of his prick nosed between the drizzling lips of her slit. She snapped her ass down, feeding it into her faster. His cock slid in steadily, disappearing into her hot box right before his eyes, swallowed up by the hot maw of her sex without him having to do anything but lie there.
"I didn't know if I can come again," Harry said doubtfully. "You've already made me come twice since I got here."
"I know how many times you've come. Forget about coming and enjoy fucking me. If you come, fine. It not, what does it matter? You'll make me come. That I guarantee. I like having your come in me, but it isn't necessary. What's important is my orgasm. Now, stop talking unless you're going to say sexy things to me. I want to concentrate on fucking your cock."
"You make it sound like I'm not even here. Just my cock." Harry sounded hurt by the thought.
"You got that right, buster! Your cock's the only thing that's doing anything important right now. If you want to use your mouth, take my tits in it."
Her tits were dangling in front of his face as she fucked her ass up and down, riding to the very tip of his cock before sinking back down, burying the shaft in herself once more. She was leaning forward, bracing herself with her hands on the bed, her eyes closed, savoring the feel of his hard flesh in her cunt. Her nipples were pointing down at him like thumbs, hard and stiff. The hairy oval of her pussy was spread apart, gripping and relaxing around his cock as she fucked herself.
Harry did more than just suck her tits. He chewed and bit them. Gnawed at them so roughly that her whole pussy twitched with the feelings. The muscles of her cunt wrapped and unwrapped around the hard pipe of his sex, like soft lips trying to kiss the flesh.
Before Harry expected it, Pam was spasming in orgasm. "Ah, fuck," she moaned. "Love to fuck. Love to come. Love to fuck!"
Her pussy clenched at his moving prick as if trying to milk it, her juices pouring out and soaking it. She bucked her hips up and down and Harry tried to follow her, tried to keep his cock buried as deeply in her as possible. He felt, to his great surprise, another orgasm stirring in the base of his cock. Afraid she would climb off of him before he had a chance to come again, he grabbed her hips and tried to hold her steady as he fucked into her cunt.
Pam was having none of it. Lost in the throes of her orgasm, she was mindless of anything else that was happening. Her head was thrown back, her mouth hanging open, inane gibberish pouring out in a keening wail as she fucked herself to an even higher plateau. Her cunt was pouring out her juice in such copious amounts that it was trickling down Harry's cock, over his balls, and into the crack of his ass.
He pumped up into her with all his might, striving for his own orgasm. Then it was there. He was coming yet again! He didn't believe it was possible, but he was pouring his hot sperm into this woman's fucking pussy, giving her as good as he was getting. Pam made ragged, sobbing noises as she felt his jizz splash into her cunt, hot and thick, increasing her own pleasure. She could feel Harry's cock throbbing in her depths. Reaching behind her, she grasped his nuts and gently squeezed. They felt large and hot and hairy between her fingers as she toyed with them.
When it was finally over, she rolled off Harry again and lay spread-eagled on the bed. They were both panting like exhausted swimmers.
"Ahhh, that was good," Pam sighed. "God, how I love to fuck! There's just nothing in the world like a good come. Feel my pussy. It's still hot."
Harry put his hand in her cunt. "Yeah, and it's still wet, too. Real soppy."
"That's the way a well-fucked cunt should feel," Pam sighed. "Kiss it. Put your tongue on my clit."
"But, we've...I've just. . . "
"So? There's nothing poison there's nothing that'll hurt you, even if you do get some in your mouth. Kiss it and tongue my clit. It still tingles."
Pam put her hand behind Harry's head and pulled it down to her crotch. He wasn't wild about doing what she wanted, but she was so forceful he was afraid to resist. He did hesitate a little; try to keep her from pulling his head all the way down to her wet cunt.
"Either you use our tongue on my clit and make me come again, or you'll never fuck me again," Pam told him, pulling on his head. "And you do want to fuck me again, don't you?"
Her threat worked. Harry's reply was to bury his head between her thighs and start working on her winds, he dove in. Pam's forcefulness stirred something in him. He sort of liked having a woman tell him what to do.
"After you bring me off again with your tongue, I'll let you fuck my ass. If you're careful. Bet you've never had your cock in an ass before, have you? There are so many things we'll do before the night's over. And you'll just love every one of them."
Harry increased the intensity with which he was eating Pam's pussy. His mind whirled with the imaginings of what the rest of the night would be like.
By the time dear old Harry staggered back to his house to get ready to go to work, he could hardly walk. Just as Pam had promised him.
Between their bouts of fucking and sucking, they had talked. At least Pam had. Harry listened. What she had said had started him on the way to changing a lot of his stupid ideas about sex. He had been surprised to learn that Pam and her husband had done all the things he and Pam had done during the night. He saw things in a much different light now. He could do those things with Helen. A woman who enjoyed sex wasn't a slut.
He had liked Pam's forceful manner, too. She didn't exactly dominate him, but she didn't let him ignore her desires, either. Toward morning, he had even been able to occasionally take the lead and Pam had willingly followed. All it took was for him to demonstrate that he considered her an equal partner in their lovemaking.
Harry Harper left the older woman's bed a changed man. He was now sure that he could give Helen what she wanted. If he ever got the chance again.
He also knew that he could fuck Pam again anytime he wanted. If he worked things right, he might even manage to get Helen and Pam into bed with him at the same time. That would be a blast!
Maybe Pam would be able to introduce Helen to the pleasures of eating pussy. He'd like to see that. Maybe, too, he could get his cock into Helen's virgin ass. He had really enjoyed fucking Pam that way.
He had a lot of surprises for his shy young wife. He hoped she would come back home soon so he could teach her all the new things he had learned.
CHAPTER FOUR
In the bedroom, JJ slipped her arms around Helen and pulled her close. Their breasts pressed together. JJ kissed the sexy young black-haired beauty full on the mouth. JJ's lips were glued to Helen's. For an instant, Helen's body stiffened in her arms and JJ braced herself for a rejection. Maybe the young woman had changed her mind at the last moment and didn't want to make love with JJ.
Then Helen opened her mouth and thrust her tongue into JJ's mouth. JJ hugged her tightly, rubbing her hips against Helen's. Helen ardently returned JJ's action, pushing her hips forward for the maximum contact with the redhead's body. Her tongue fenced with JJ's, tasting the warm sweetness of the older woman's mouth. It was the first time Helen had ever kissed a woman so intimately. She found JJ's mouth more tender and yielding that a man's. She liked it.
JJ's hand slid down Helen's back and fondled the satiny skin of the young woman's ass. She ground her mouth against Helen's while pulling the raven-haired woman's ass forward, rubbing their pubic bushes together again. After a few minutes of such intense kissing and pelvic grinding, JJ broke the kiss. "Helen. . . "
"It's all right, JJ. You don't have to say anything now. Just make love to me." Helen's breathing was rapid and shallow as her passion mounted.
JJ's hands shook with excitement as she pulled the bedspread down to the foot of the bed, exposing satin, maroon sheets. Gently, but firmly, she pushed Helen down on the bed. Helen lay on her back, her legs slightly apart. Being inexperienced in woman-to-woman love, she was unsure of how to act, but felt safe with JJ. The redhead would lead the way to pleasure for both of them, she was sure.
"I was attracted to you the moment I saw you," JJ murmured. "I wanted to take you right there at the bar. You exude such an aura of sexuality."
Helen put her hand down between her legs, on top of her pussy and rubbed it. "Just show me what to do, dear. I've never done this before, so I might make a mistake."
"Just relax and enjoy it, honey. You can't make any mistakes. We're going to have lots of fun."
JJ climbed on the bed. Helen took her hand out of her pussy and opened her legs wide. She wanted her pussy easily available to the redhead; wanted JJ to look at her pussy and see how excited she was. JJ climbed on top of Helen. The thrilling sensation of two pairs of hard nipples rubbing together made both of them gasp. JJ's long, bar legs entwined with Helen's shapely gams. There was a rustling of flesh against flesh as they rubbed together.
Helen's face was flushed a deep red with excitement. Her eyes glittered as she looked into JJ's deep green eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, each savoring the thought of what they were going to do to each other. Then JJ kissed Helen again, long and hard. Helen's tongue thrust against JJ's with an impatient urgency. JJ fondled Helen's full, firm breasts as they kissed. Helen moaned when JJ pinched and pulled her hard nipples.
JJ knelt between Helen's open legs. Reaching to the bedside table, JJ opened a drawer and took out a mink mitten. Slowly and seductively, JJ began caressing Helen's full, lush breasts with the mitten. Helen shivered, her nipples hard and throbbing. She gasped as JJ massaged the globes of tit flesh with the mitten.
JJ made slow, sensuous spirals and circles on Helen's breasts. Helen moaned and rubbed her thighs together. Her pussy was sopping wet already. JJ let the mink drift across Helen's slightly rounded tummy. Helen's soft brown eyes were dreamy and glazed from the stimulating friction on her smooth skin. She knew she had made the right decision when she agreed to make love with this sensuous redhead. It was going to be a night to remember.
JJ rubbed Helen's belly, then put her head between the young wife's thighs, gently pushing them farther apart. At her first touch, Helen's legs sprang open wide. Caressing the polished thighs with the mink mitten, JJ lay alongside the young woman. Her head dropped to Helen's breasts. She covered the tender young mounds with hot kisses. Her soft lips fastened on one of Helen's nipples. She flicked out her tongue and ran it across the pulsing pink point.
When JJ rubbed the mink mitten against Helen's pussy lips, she gasped at the sensuous contact and lifted her hips from the bed. Planting her feet near her ass, Helen tipped her pussy up for better contact. JJ massaged Helen's puffy pussy with the soft mink.
"Oh, lover, what are you doing to me?" Helen moaned. "God, it feels so good!"
"I'm just making love to you," JJ replied softy. "like you wanted. like I want. like it?"
"I've never felt anything so good!" Helen's voice was quavery. "My body feels like it's on fire!"
"Then burn, baby, burn," JJ muttered. She licked both of Helen's stiff nipples, alternating between them until both were wet with saliva.
With her mittened hand still in Helen's crotch, JJ stuck out her tongue and touched it to the skin between Helen's heaving tits. Moving slowly, she licked a gleaming line from Helen's solar plexus to her taut tummy. She lightly licked a circle around her navel, then dipped her tongue-tip into the belly button and swirled it around.
Helen rubbed her thighs tightly together, squeezing JJ's hand. She knew where the redhead's mouth was headed. At first, she had thought they were going to just rub their pussies together and come that way. She felt a bit hesitant about letting JJ kiss her pussy. But that hesitation lasted scant seconds. As JJ licked her way down to the black pubic hair, Helen opened her legs again, welcoming the woman's mouth.
JJ rubbed her face in Helen's bush. The loosely curled black hairs felt as soft as the softest fur against her cheeks. When Helen opened her legs wide again, she knew she was being invited to put her mouth in the young woman's crotch. The last traces of hesitation were gone. She was ready for anything the redhead wanted to do. Reaching up with her free hand, JJ placed Helen's hands on her own tits.
"What are you doing, JJ?" Helen whispered breathlessly.
"Touch yourself there, baby. It's all right. Touch yourself, make yourself feel good. Caress and play with your beautiful breasts. I'll take care of your pussy while you play with them."
JJ put her hand on top of Helen's and moved it around, forcing Helen to fondle herself. After a while, when the young woman had caught on, JJ removed her hand. Helen continued to rub and fondle her tits and nipples.
"That's the way, lover. Don't you ever play with your breasts and pussy when you're alone?"
"No. I've wanted to, but couldn't bring myself to do it."
"You've been missing a lot of fun. Getting yourself off is not as good as having someone else do it for you, but it's sure better than nothing. You need to turn loose and really pleasure yourself. You're such a sensual, such a sexy little creature."
"Yes! Oh, yes!" Helen whispered. "I want to."
"I'll be your teacher," JJ promised. "You'll like playing with your perfect little pussy. It's so pretty."
JJ dipped her head and pressed her face against Helen's pretty pussy. Helen trembled and shivered as JJ's lips touched her nether lips. JJ slid onto her belly between Helen's ivory thighs and stretched out, her head in the black-haired crotch. Her long, pointed pink oral digit snaked out from between her own red lips and made contact with the coral pussy lips.
The redhead ran her tongue along Helen's pussy lips from top to bottom. She traced her tongue-tip over the outer cunt lips until the tender pussy began to open like the petals of a spring blossom opening to welcome the rising sun. Next she dipped her tongue between the young woman's inner pussy lips, getting her first taste of the woman's sex elixir. Helen moaned, her lovely legs flexing with tension and expectation. It was the first time anyone's mouth had ever touched her pussy. She knew she was to thoroughly enjoy what JJ would ultimately do to her. She was so wet inside, the juices were seeping out and trickling along her slit.
Helen's pussy liquid tickled JJ's taste buds. The aroma of tender young pussy was like a musky perfume in JJ's nostrils. She licked between the inner lips of the pussy, her tongue gliding along the sleek pink membranes. Knowing she was the first one to ever have her tongue there excited her. Helen was just as eager and responsive as JJ had hoped she would be. JJ smacked her lips, getting the full taste of Helen's juices.
Helen continued to pinch and rub her tits as her pussy was being gently licked. She could feel a sensation that she had never experienced stirring deep within her. This was, she was aware, the faint stirring of an orgasm. She could hardly wait until those feelings reached fruition. She tilted her hips to raise her pussy to JJ's hungry mouth.
JJ pressed her mouth full on Helen's soft furry pussy and thrust her tongue into the young woman's honey pot again and again. Broadening her tongue, she licked up the dripping slit until her probing tongue reached Helen's clitoris. Helen gasped as the tongue contacted the turgid bud of sensitive flesh.
"Ah, that's the spot, lover," JJ murmured, raising her head for an instant. 'Now I'll really make you feel good." She saw that Helen's face was wreathed in an expression of sheer delight and eager anticipation.
Returning to her oral servicing of the sweet young pussy, she ran the tip of her tongue across the pulsing point of flesh. Slowly and steadily, she increased the rate and force of her tongue lashing. Helen wriggled her hips, almost pulling her pussy away from JJ. Placing her open hands on top of the young woman's thighs, JJ held her ass down on the bed.
JJ pursued her lips against the clit, gently holding it between her lips, and applied a slight sucking pressure. Then she ran her tongue over the bud while her lips held the fleshy button captive. JJ steadily increased her tonguing action until Helen's belly was heaving with erotic tension.
Helen's voice quivered as she moaned, "Oh, lover, I'm going to come. At last, I'm going to come! It feels so good...so damned good! Make me come, lover, make me come!"
JJ held onto the young woman as she bucked and twisted, inching closer and closer to her orgasm. She continued to apply her tongue where it would do the most good, silently willing the little wife to fully enjoy having her pussy eaten. JJ was an expert pussy-licker. A cry of pleasure burst from Helen's mouth as JJ's talented tongue lashed her burning clit.
Helen's body was energized and alive, a steady flow of energy flowing through her, generated in her pussy by the non-stop licking of her clitoris. The energy flowed throughout her body, forcing high-pitched, keening wails of pure pleasure from her. Her cries echoed in the room, bouncing off the walls and returning to her ears, the sound unexpected and startling.
Suddenly Helen's body jack-knifed off the bed, her convulsive movements literally lifting her straining body off the mattress, pulling JJ's head along with it. JJ clung to her like a leech, her tongue working madly to bring out the orgasm. Helen's shriek of orgasmic excitement was wordless, but spoke volumes.
Helen fell back on the bed, her eyes wide open and staring and glazed, something a little crazy showing from their depths. Pleasure flooded her lithe body. Heat pulsed and thudded through her veins, sweeping through every fiber of her frame.
She jerked and twitched as her orgasm subsided.
JJ lifted her tongue from the young woman's quivering clit. Helen's orgasm was so fierce that JJ wisely refrained from licking her any more. She might have driven the poor woman over the brink into insanity. She wriggled up beside the woman and gathered her into her arms. Their bodies pressed close together once more, tits rubbing tits.
"Lover, lover, that was the most wonderful feeling I've ever had," Helen muttered as she kissed JJ's face, tasting her own cunt juice there. "I've never felt anything like it."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, dear. You were long overdue for a good orgasm. Thank you for letting me be the first to give you one."
"I never dreamed it would be a woman who made me come the first time. I always dreamed about my husband doing that. Now I really know what I've been missing. I can't ever thank you enough."
"Oh yes you can!" JJ said with a chuckle. "Before the night is over, you will have thanked me several times."
"You want me to eat your pussy, don't you?" Helen said timidly.
"Yes, if that's what you'd like to do."
"Oh, I do!" Helen blurted. "It's just that...well, I've never . . . "
"Don't worry about it, dear. You'll know what to do. All you have to remember is what I did to you. A man has to learn how to please a woman with his tongue and mouth, but a woman sort of knows instinctively what to do. Just do to me what you like having done to you. And now that you've had your pussy eaten, you know what that is."
Helen kissed JJ on the mouth. JJ opened her lips, letting Helen's tongue slide into her oral cavity. They kissed ardently for a few moments before JJ broke the kiss.
"That's your own pussy juice you're tasting, honey."
"I know, and its' exciting. I want to taste your pussy now. Want to make you feel good, like you did me."
JJ didn't need much urging. She lay on her back in the center of the bed, her legs spread open. She put two pillows under her head so she could watch as the young lady ate a pussy for the first time.
Helen placed her hands on JJ thighs. The feel of their creamy softness entranced her, as did the sight of the red-furred gaping pussy under her face. She dreamily fondled and caressed the full thighs while staring into the open cunt.
Moving her hands lower, Helen placed them along JJ's cunt and tenderly pulled the lips open, exposing the deep red interior. She decided that pussies were beautiful. Just beautiful. She had never looked at one closely, not even her own. The combination of flesh lips and the mossy covering of hair was a delight. JJ's pussy was like a fresh flower of flesh, an epidermal orchid. The lips were carefully and exquisitely formed. Helen lowered her face, putting her mouth and nose closer. She could smell the musky, fragrant aroma of JJ's sex. It seemed to permeate her senses, making her feel reckless and wild.
Helen kissed the lips of JJ's pussy. The kiss was partially artless and inexperienced, but very passionate. The longer she held the kiss, the more adept it became. Helen's inexperience was especially stimulating to JJ, who was wise in the ways of womanly love. She had had many lovers, both male and female. She was thrilled at having the opportunity to take the young wife under her wing for a while; show her what sex was all about.
Helen's hair brushed against JJ's thighs. Helen stuck out her tongue and ran the flat part of it along the lips of JJ's pussy. Putting her hand gently behind Helen's head, JJ urged her to take the final step to eating pussy. Helen summoned up her courage and plunged her tongue deep into JJ's pussy.
Her tongue was immediately surrounded by wet, warm, slick membranes. JJ's interior was a deep red, the color of a beautiful carnation. Helen hadn't known what to expect. She found that a pussy didn't taste like anything else with which she could compare it. It was unique. And enjoyable. She instantly liked it. This might be the first pussy she had tasted, but it wasn't going to be her last.
She licked the inside of JJ's cunt and was rewarded by a sigh of pleasure from the redhead. She licked her way up the slit, slurping up the flowing cunt juice, until she found the woman's clit. It was larger and harder than her own.
"Mmmmmm," JJ whispered, watching the inexperienced young wife eat her pussy. "That's it, baby. Right there. Just keep on doing what you're doing to me right there and I'll come soon. I come so easily."
Happy that she was pleasing her new-found friend, Helen pressed her tongue against the clit. It seemed strange to her that the human body was so constructed that a tiny little bundle of fleshy nerve endings like the clitoris could thrill the entire body with ecstasy by being stimulated. It was a very convenient design feature. She wondered why men didn't have something similar.
Helen was a quick study. She guided herself by doing to JJ's pussy what JJ had done to hers. The only instruction JJ had to offer was for Helen not to worry about hurting her, so she could lick harder and faster. Helen quickly picked up the essentials of the operation. Soon JJ was lying back, savoring the pleasure of what Helen was doing to her.
Sooner than Helen thought possible, JJ's legs were flexing rhythmically and her small toes were opening and closing convulsively. JJ's breath came quicker and quicker as her orgasm approached. Helen's tongue flicked like a snake's as it glided across JJ's clit. Helen could feel it quivering and pulsing as the redhead neared her orgasm. JJ lifted her ass off the mattress and ground her pussy against Helen's mouth.
"Oh, God!" JJ screamed. Then she came with a sudden violence, her clenching thighs banging into the sides of Helen's head.
At the instant of orgasm, JJ pulled Helen's head tighter into her crotch, pressing the woman's face into the wet maw of her cunt. She held the head there while the fierce currents of pleasure ripped through her. Her body vibrated like she had touched a live electric wire. She screamed loudly as her orgasm reached its peak.
JJ collapsed onto the bed. Helen lifted her wet face from the dripping cunt and smiled at JJ, kneeling between JJ's trembling legs.
"That was beautiful, baby. Absolutely wonderful. I wold never have known it was your first time if you hadn't told me. You learn quickly."
"I just wanted to please you the way you did me."
JJ pulled Helen into her arms and snuggled down with her. "You did that, all right. You can eat my pussy anytime."
"Do you think I might be a lesbian?" Helen asked uncertainly. "I mean, I've never come when Harry fucks me, but I came so well when you ate my pussy. And I really liked eating your pussy."
"No, baby, I think you've just been neglected. Just because you like the taste of pussy, or like another woman to eat yours, doesn't mean you're a lesbian. The time to worry is when you start liking women only."
"Well, I'm certainly not satisfied with the way Harry fucks me!" Helen exclaimed. "You make me feel so much better than he ever has."
"That doesn't mean you don't like men. Or cocks. Why don't we have a little party tomorrow so you can sample some cocks that will really do you well? I'll bet you can come on a rock just as easily as you did on my tongue once you find some that know what they're doing."
"You make it sound like there's no difference between a man and a cock," Helen said, laughing.
"I mean, well. . . "
"I know what you mean," JJ responded, grinning. "You have to admit, a cock is the one thing that a man has that's so much fun. I've fucked some guys I wouldn't spend ten minute with anywhere except in bed. They were totally useless for anything but fucking. A cock was the only thing they had to offer. They couldn't eat pussy nearly as well as you can."
"I wish I had fucked a lot, like you," Helen said wistfully. "I've missed so much."
"Would you like for me to fuck you the way a man does?" JJ asked softly.
"How can you do that?" Helen asked in surprise. "You don't have a cock." She ran her hand between JJ's legs to emphasize her point. "All I feel down there is a nice pussy."
"Well, I don't have a real one, but I've got something that is almost as good. It's a strap-on device. Would you like to try it?"
"Sure, but don't make me get on my back. That's the only way Harry-likes to fuck and I'm so tired of that I could scream."
"You can do whatever you want," JJ assured her. "If you've never been on top, we can do it that way. Or doggie fashion. Whatever turns you on. You have a low-slung pussy that's easy to fuck from the rear, you know."
"Why don't you get this whatever it is and let's try it. Maybe I will get on top. At first. Could I fuck you with it later? I'd like to see what it's like to fuck a woman." Helen blushed at her openness.
JJ smiled at her and gave her a kiss. "Baby, we can try all sorts of things." She got off the bed and went to her dresser.
When she came back to the bed, JJ was wearing the contraption strapped on her hips. A big, thick, white artificial cock stuck out in front of her, looking almost like the real thing.
"You look like Pat," Helen said in amazement. "Except I think your boobs are bigger."
"Don't call them boobs," JJ admonished. "Boobs are dumb people. These," she cupped her breasts, pointing the nipples at Helen, "are beasts, or tits. I like to call them tits most of the time." She ran her thumbs over the nipples, making them stand up again. "But I'll fuck you a lot better than Pat would, even if his, or her, cock is real. It doesn't get really hard." She held up the fake cock. "This one never gets soft. Wouldn't it be wonderful if a man's cock never got soft?"
"Harry's never seems to get soft that often. Except right after he's fucked me. Then it shrivels away to nothing and he says he can't get it up again for quite a while. But he sure wants to stick that thing in me a lot. He'd probably fuck four or five times a day if I'd let him."
"And not do you any good, no matter how often he fucks you. You know that you're going to have to do something about that problem. It won't go away and you're not going to be satisfied with the way he fucks you. Not now. You've found out what it's like to come and you're going to want it more than ever."
"Yeah, I know," Helen said sadly. "I don't know what I'm going to do." Then she perked up. "But I don't want to let that spoil what we're doing. Come here and let's try that thing."
JJ climbed back on the bed and lay on her back. "You know that I expect you to fuck yourself well enough that you'll come, don't you? Is your pussy ready, or do you want me to eat it a little?"
"It feels ready, but maybe you'd better kiss it just to be sure," said Helen coyly, crawling over JJ's face and presenting her pussy to the redhead.
"My, you are the eager one," JJ teased. "Earlier today you were acting so shy."
"Earlier today I didn't know how good it feels to come. Now I do. Get my pussy ready. Let me get on that whatever you call it and fuck."
"It's a dildo, dear," JJ said, then buried her face in Helen's pussy again.
When Helen's cunt was wet and ready, JJ pushed her hips away and licked her lips. "Mmmmmm, you taste good. I could eat you all day."
Helen grinned and moved back so she was sitting on JJ's thighs, the big dildo standing up in front of her belly. "God, that thing is big!" she whispered.
"You can take it, dear. Just go slow. It's about eight inches long and four inches around. I take it that Harry's not that big."
"Lord, no! He's only about six inches long. I don't know how big around he is, but it's certainly not four inches. This thing's going to stretch me wide open."
"And fill your little cunny nice and full. Get over it and spread your pussy lips open, then ease down. Don't be in a hurry to take it. It will all go in, believe me."
Helen grasped the dildo and aimed it at her cunt. Her hand barely reached around the huge thing, but that only made her cunt pulse wilder in anticipation. She was tingling all over as she climbed aboard JJ's hips and lodged the large head of the fake prick between the lips of her cunt. At first, it was like trying to put a fist in her crack, but the more she worked, the deeper she got the latex tool up between her labia. She was in a squatting position when she got about half of the cock into her cunt. Then, with a sharp gasp of a mixture of pain and pleasure, she sat down quickly. The whole eight inches of it went up her cunt until her pubic hair was mingled with JJ's.
"Aaaaaahhhhh, I've got all of it," she hissed. "It's all in there. God, I feel so full!"
"Wait until tomorrow when Thug fucks you. His cock is at least as big around as this one, but he's longer. like maybe ten or eleven inches. He'll really fill your cunt."
"Which one is Thug?" Helen gasped, slowly working her ass up and down to get the feel of the fake cock.
"The one who was on guard at the door today. The big one."
"Oh, he's the one who charged me five dollars cover charge to get in so I could use the phone." Helen was beginning to pant. That cock might have been fake, but it sure felt good!
"I'll fix that son-of-a-bitch!" JJ hissed. "He's not very bright, but he can really fuck. Go at it, baby. Get yourself off. Here, I'll fuck you with just what a man would." JJ started thrusting her hips up, meeting Helen on each of her downthrusts. "Lean over," she urged Helen, "and rub your nipples on mine. That feels wild when you've got a cock up your cunt."
Helen leaned over and rubbed her nipples against JJ's, continuing to move her hips up and down. The little raven-haired beauty gasped, both from the electric feel of nipples on nipples and the massive cock filling her hungry hole. All four nipples stood out stiff and hard.
"Ooooohhhhh!" Helen muttered. "It feels so good! I didn't know I liked to fuck this well."
Helen began seriously fucking herself, getting her rhythm right so JJ's hip thrusts matched her actions. When she drove the cock to its hilt in her, JJ shoved her hips up, sinking the latex tool as far as it would go. Soon, Helen's hips were flying up and down, the prick stretching her sucking cunt as wide as it would go.
"Good, good, good, good," chanted Helen as her cunt opened more and more, becoming accustomed to the thrusting tool. Copious quantities of fuck juice poured from her soppy hole, easing the way for the prick.
Helen leaned on her hands, her tits swaying beneath her as she fucked herself completely. JJ's body bounced, her own tits bobbing and wriggling as her female lover pounded down onto her hips. Reaching up with both hands, JJ filled her hands with Helen's tits, pulling and pinching and kneading them as the woman fucked herself.
Helen came with a roar, barely slowing her torrid pace as she thrust her ass up and down, humping like a madwoman. JJ pulled Helen's head down and glued their mouths together, running her tongue down the young wife's throat. Helen thrashed and moaned and groaned, coming so hard she almost lost her breath.
Then it was over. Helen jerked a few times and then stopped moving, the artificial prick still buried in her cunt. She collapsed on top of the redhead, unable to move.
"Oooooohhhhh, that was good," she said, gulping in air. "I didn't know I could come again so quickly."
"And why not?" JJ asked, stroking Helen's damp body. "A woman isn't like a man who has to get his cock hard before he can come. You can come as often as you want. All you have to do is understand that it's possible."
"You mean you can come some more?" asked Helen eagerly.
"Of course. And so can you," JJ responded, laughing. "Now that you've found out you can, you're really eager, aren't you?"
"God, yes! I want to come and come and come." She paused and looked into JJ's eyes. "But you didn't come. We have to do something about that. Would you like to do a...what to you call it, a 69?"
"I would love to, but first let's do something different." She pushed Helen over on her side and quickly unstrapped the dildo. "We'll rub pussies together, a little tirbadism. I like that."
JJ crawled on top of Helen. She ground her body around, rubbing their tits together, enjoying the feel of the voluptuous young woman beneath her. Twisting around, she positioned her crotch in Helen's crotch, their legs splayed wide like two pairs of open scissors.
"Now, pull the lips of your pussy open," JJ instructed Helen, doing the same to her own hot cunt.
Helen did as JJ said. JJ placed their nether lips together, cunt rubbing cunt. Helen felt the stab of JJ's clit against her own, causing those wonderful thrills to course over her again.
"Work with me," hissed JJ. "Rub your cunt over mine. Keep your clit on mine while you move."
Asses bobbed back and forth and twisted around and around as the women found their rhythm. The position they were using didn't allow them to rub tits, too, but the women wasted no time in filling their hands with hot tit-flesh.
"That's the way, lover. Hump that hot cunt against mine. Love the feel of your big hard clit."
JJ's words burned themselves into Helen's mind and spurred her to greater action.
"Yours is so big, too. I like the feel of it. like to feel our cunt lips rubbing together this way. Feels so good. I'm going to come soon." Helen was breathing hard again, her passions mounting toward that delicious peak once more.
"Come, honey. Just let it out. Let it all out. We'll come together. I'm almost there, too. Hump your ass. Fuck your cunt into me."
"I'm ready!" wailed Helen. "I'm coming again!" She sounded surprised at the development, but was gloriously happy that it was happening. "Come with me. Please! Come. Come. Fuck...come...come . . . "
The two pussies rubbed together, black and red cunt hair mingling, as the women humped and bucked their shapely asses with abandon. Squishy sounds and the aroma of women in heat filled the air as the women thrashed together.
Their orgasms seized them both at the same time. Screaming and moaning, they gave verbal vent to their intensely satisfying pleasures. Cunt juice poured from both pussies, keeping the fur-covered nether lips well lubricated.
Helen's come started tapering off. She relaxed momentarily, then was hit by another orgasm starting, this one deeper and more powerful than the first. She stared into JJ's eyes, her face registering her total surprise.
"My God, JJ, I'm coming again! I'm coming again!"
"Enjoy it, lover. Come hard. Hump my pussy and come all you want to."
Helen did. This time, she had to struggle just to breathe. Her mouth hung open, but no sound came out. Just the hissing of her breath as she fought to keep her sanity.
Then she started coming down again. She held her breath, waiting to see if another orgasm would start. When it didn't, she relaxed, but kept her pussy against JJ's, her hips moving slowly around and around. When the women could no longer stand to be touched, they rolled apart. They lay on their backs, panting from the exertion, both completely sated for the moment.
"I can't believe it," Helen managed to mutter. "I simply can't believe that I've come so much and so hard in such a short time."
"All you needed was someone to pay attention to your needs," JJ told the young woman, leaning over to kiss her soft mouth. "Do you like to come?"
"That's like asking a duck if it-likes water."
Helen giggled. "That's something else. I've never been able to say things I've said with you. Never used words like fuck and cunt and pussy so much before."
"I'm glad you feel so relaxed and comfortable with me. You are not only a sweet young lady, you're a very sexual, a very sensuous, woman. That husband of yours has really been missing a lot by not opening you up."
"That sounds like a cute pun. You've really opened me up. At least that dildo did. I like having fucking Thug. Even if he is bigger than the dildo."
"You won't have any trouble fucking him. A pussy will stretch a long way, you know. Just remember, size isn't everything. I've fucked some men with big cocks who didn't know the first thing about pleasing a woman. Harry can give you lots of pleasure. If he would just pay attention to you."
"I want to fuck you. And do a 69 with you. Oh, God, I want to come and come and come," Helen gushed excitedly.
"We have all night, dear. We'll do everything you want. Let's rest a few minutes first. You'll wear me out."
"i doubt that." Helen turned on her side and hugged her friend. "I'm so happy that I met you." Running her hand down JJ's belly, she shoved her hand in the redhead's crotch. "I like to feel of your pussy." In an unconscious gesture, she slipped a finger inside the lips, dipping into the still-wet hole.
"You aren't going to let me rest, are you?" JJ opened her legs, giving Helen freer access to her cunt. "Well, I can always rest later."
JJ turned around, her head toward Helen's dainty little feet. Rolling the raven-haired beauty onto her back, JJ climbed over her. Helen's legs opened automatically. JJ's head dropped, her mouth closing over the young woman's pussy. At the same time, JJ lowered her crotch to Helen's waiting mouth.
Helen sighed contentedly as her mouth closed over the redhead's pussy, her tongue snaking out to delve into the wet mass. She could hardly wait to come again. And to bring her girlfriend off at the same time. Then she was going to strap on that dildo and fuck JJ Just like a man would.
CHAPTER FIVE
Helen slept until a little past noon the next day. The poor woman had come so much she was too tired to move a muscle. Her fun-time with JJ had lasted until the wee hours of the morning. Helen had lost track of the number of times she had come, but she knew that it would no longer be difficult for her to achieve that state. Harry was wrong. It wasn't her fault that she did not come when they fucked. So, Harry would have to change his ways when she got back home. She had thought about not going back, then reconsidered because it would not be fair to Harry for her to simply walk away. He deserved an opportunity to help correct the problem between them.
JJ had extricated herself from Helen's enveloping arms and legs a couple of hours before the young woman awoke. Arrangements for the party she had promised Helen had to be made. JJ was tired, but not nearly as tired as Helen. Helen had been the one who took the lead before the night's activities were over, bringing herself to orgasm time and time again. She had been like a kid in a candy store who could have all he wanted of the sweet goodies. The more she came, the more she wanted to come. JJ had a large sexual appetite, but she was surprised at how eager Helen had been to have orgasms. The only explanation was that Helen had never come before and she wanted to make up for lost time. If Helen's hunger stayed as great as it had been during the night, poor Harry was going to have his hands full trying to keep her satisfied.
JJ was reminded of the old joke about the man who wanted to get rid of his wife so he could collect on the huge life insurance policy on her life. Not having the nerve to kill her, he decided to fuck her to death. Taking a leave of absence from his job, he set about his task. He fucked his wife at least a dozen times every day. The first few days were easy. Then the chore began to get more and more difficult. Twenty-five days later, a male chum of the man's who knew what he was trying to do, came to visit. The man was a wasted shell of his former self. He was, in fact, bedridden, barely able to move. His wife, on the other hand, was hale and hearty, happier and in better health than she had ever been.
"My God," the friend said to the man, "look at yourself! You're killing yourself."
"Oh, no," replied the man weakly. "I'm killing her. Why, she's got only five more days to live.'
JJ had never met Harry, of course, so she didn't know what his state of health was, but she hoped it was good. He was going to need all the stamina he could muster when Helen returned home. JJ wished she could be a mouse in the corner so she could watch what happened.
This was a Thursday, the day the tavern was normally closed, so JJ had no trouble arranging for the people she wanted to attend Helen's special little party. Four men and two women were invited. With JJ and Helen, there would be as many women as men, a situation JJ didn't exactly like, but there were no other men she trusted to keep their mouths shut. It would have been better to have at least two more men than women. After JJ explained the situation to Carrie and Betty, they agreed that it would be okay with them if they didn't get a lot of cock. They, too, wanted Helen to be the one who got fucked as much as she could stand. The girls would find other ways to get their jollies.
By late afternoon, Helen had been fed, bathed, perfumed, and powdered. She was eagerly anticipating the start of the party. She was also nervous. It would be the first time she had fucked any man other than her husband. And the first time she had ever fucked in front of anyone.
"I hope I don't make a fool of myself," she said to JJ. "I've never done this sort of thing before, you know."
"Don't worry about it, dear," JJ said in reassurance. "An orgy is fun. You won't do anything wrong. Whatever you want to do is fine. The only rule that applies is that no one has to do anything they don't like. It's natural that you'll be a little nervous before the party starts, but once that first cock slides into your pretty pussy, you'll feel totally comfortable."
"I may not be a...well, a good fuck. Maybe the men will be disappointed with me."
"Don't you believe that!" JJ exclaimed. "The way you went at it last night tells me that you like sex. All you have to do is turn loose and enjoy it as much as you did last night. You have a wonderful pussy. That's what's important to the men."
"I worry about my body. I don't think it's all that nice."
"Nonsense, you silly goose. You have a perfectly divine body, dear. Even if you didn't have, what you have between your legs would make up for it. Men may like to stare at shapely women and carry on about them, but they don't turn down a good piece of ass, even though it may be housed in a less than perfect body.
"There's an old saying that a man's brains are in the end of his cock. That's unfair to some men, but it has a ring of truth to it, too. Look around you. There are a lot of women who don't have perfect bodies, but do have some real hunks hanging on their arms. What they do have is a love of sex and a very active pussy. They're sexual fireballs and that makes up for the lack of a centerfold body."
Helen took JJ's words to heart, but she was still nervous; still afraid she wouldn't be what the men would like in the way of a sex partner. She also had another reason to be nervous. Suppose she couldn't come when the men fucked her? Suppose she could come only with another woman? She knew she could easily come with a woman. With JJ at least. If she didn't come when the men fucked her, that would mean that she was a lesbian. That worried her. She liked making it with another woman, but she didn't want to be a lesbian.
The party got started with a bang. JJ introduced Helen to Bob, Thug, Wade, and George. Carrie and Betty she already knew. Then she removed Helen's thin robe and put her on the dining table with her legs hanging over the edge so that her pussy was right at the edge of the table.
"Just like being on an alter of love," JJ told the young woman. "You're just the right height now for the men to fuck you easily. Would you like one of us girls to get your pussy ready?" JJ patted Helen's crotch and ran her finger along the tender love slit.
Helen took a deep breath before replying. She felt very conspicuous and vulnerable lying on the table, her legs spread open for everyone to see all her charms. She had never been in a mixed group naked, let alone fucked in front of others.
"Yeah, I guess so," she replied. "They won't hurt me, will they?" she asked, eyeing the four men standing by the table, slowly stroking their already hardening cocks.
"They'll be very gentle," JJ assured her. "I'll be right here all the time to see to it." JJ gave the men a knowing look, but she wasn't worried that things would get out of hand. She had total control of them. "If anything you don't like starts to happen, you just speak up."
"Let me get her ready," Carrie said, stepping up between Helen's legs. "I want to taste her pussy."
Having talked to Carrie in the tavern the day before, Helen felt a bit more comfortable with her than she did with anyone else besides JJ.
Carrie made a deep sound of pleasure in her throat and sank to her knees between Helen's open legs. Carrie had a beautiful, sexy mouth, her lips full and sensual. Her large tits were rounded out, her nipples already stiff.
Her hands slid along Helen's upper thighs, toyed around the edges of the young wife's cunt, and then slid under her ass. Holding Helen's full buttocks, Carrie pushed her face into the waiting crotch, her tongue-tip showing between her expressive lips. Helen shivered as she felt Carrie's breath on her cunt. She arched her back, tipping her cunt up toward the descending mouth, eager to feel the other woman's mouth and tongue.
"That's a very sexy pussy," Carrie purred softly. "Somebody play with her tits while I eat her."
Purring like a satisfied pussy cat, Carrie fastened her mouth on Helen's tender young box as JJ and Betty each sucked a taut nipple into their mouths. Some women are tentative about eating a pussy, but not Carrie. Nuzzling her mouth up against the puffed-out labia and spreading them apart, her tongue snaked into Helen's honey pot and probed its depths.
"Oooooohhhhh!" Helen moaned.
Carrie's oral probe felt at least five inches long as it dove into Helen's cunt. Her mouth had a terrific sucking action that started an immediate flow of cunt juice. Carrie drank up the liquid as her tongue stroked in and out of Helen's cunt, just like a small cock.
"Damn, that's good!" Helen exclaimed. She would have been content to let Carrie get her off with her mouth before anything else happened.
Helen angled her cunt higher. The two mouths working on her tits and the skillful mouth and tongue in her twat were causing things to start happening immediately. The faint stirrings of an orgasm were already beginning to make themselves felt deep in her guts. Helen lay on her back on the table, her eyes glazed and staring at the ceiling as the three women worked their magic on her body. Some girls work only on the clit when they nibble pussy, but Carrie paid equal attention to the full length of Helen's box, entrancing the young wife with her skill.
Just as Helen thought she was going to come, JJ released her nipple and said to Carrie, "Don't suck her off. Just get her nice and juicy so Thug won't have any trouble getting his cock in her."
Carrie reluctantly lifted her head from the black-haired cunt, running her tongue over her own lips. She liked the taste of this woman and would have been very happy to get her off in a big way. But JJ was right. There would be plenty of time later for pussy eating.
Carrie moved out of the way and Thug replaced her, holding his big cock in one hand, aimed at Helen's open cunt. He nuzzled her slit with his huge prick, opening her lips, spreading them wide to receive the monstrous cock.
Helen lifted her head and stared into her crotch. "My God, he's so big! He'll tear me apart!" She looked around and found JJ's eyes, a hint of fear in her voice and her eyes.
"I told you he was big, dear. But he won't hurt you. You took my big dildo okay, remember."
"I won't, baby. You'll like it. I've been looking forward to this all day. You're one hell of a sexy woman."
His words were important to Helen. She didn't want to be just a piece of meat he was going to stick his cock and jerk off in. She wanted to be wanted. It was important that she be desired; that Thug really wanted to fuck her for herself and not just because JJ had asked him to. His massive knob opened her, split her cunt lips apart, and eased in. Helen gasped harshly as the entire head disappeared between the straining lips of her pussy. She tried to raise her legs and hands, but could only jerk her hips up a little way. The way her legs were hanging over the edge of the table prevented her from getting them up.
"Oh, goddam, JJ, he's so big! So fucking big. I'll never be able to take all of it. He'll tear me apart!" She kept trying to raise her legs.
Thug lifted her calves under his arms and pulled her knees up. The movement tilted Helen's crotch up, easing the way for his prick. Helen shuddered as Thug pushed his hips forward, gently shoving more of the huge weapon into her.
"Don't hurt me, Thug," the young raven-haired woman pleaded. "Please don't hurt me. Ooooohhhh, damn...oh, oh, oh...fuck me, Thug...fuck my pussy. . . it's so big...feels so good...so fucking good . . . "
Thug's monster cock was half way in and he kept pushing, kept easing more prick shaft into Helen. She had never been opened so wide, had never felt so full and there was still more cock to go. But she knew now that she could take it. That she wanted to take it all, right down to the root. Thug had at least ten terrible inches to give her and she wanted every fraction of it buried in her belly. She flexed her legs, locked her heels behind his back, and pulled him toward her. This was going to be goodl"
"Oh, Thug...oh, yes, fuck me...shove it in...feed me every inch of that wonderful prick...easy...a little more, give me a little more. . . oh, yes...like that. . . fill my cunt. . . fuck me, Thug...oh, fuck me. . . I've got it. . . I've got it...it's all in there...harder now...yeah, like that. . . like that. . . " Helen's cunt felt like it was being stretched all the way into tomorrow. "Aaahhh, yes, fuck me like that. Shove that thing in me, fuck me! It's so good...fuck me...FUCK ME!"
Using her legs for leverage, Helen fucked with Thug, tossing her head from side to side. She was glad no one was doing anything else to her right then. She wanted to concentrate on nothing but that huge hunk of male flesh probing the extreme depths of her cunt. All her inhibitions were gone. The others were watching her get fucked by Thug, but she wasn't even aware of them. Her mind, every nerve in her body, seemed to be concentrated in her crotch. She was in heaven.
Thug held her hips tightly, his ass moving back and forth, his huge prick moving smoothly in and out of her ecstatic cunt, ravishing her. They fucked steadily, oblivious to anything and everything except each other and the pleasure they were giving each other. Involuntarily, Helen's inner cunt muscles started squeezing and relaxing around the prick, increasing Thug's pleasure.
"God, she's tight!" Thug hissed. "Good cunt...good cunt...good fucking cunt. Milk me, baby. Squeeze that cock!"
"Oh, Thug," Helen moaned. "I love having your cock in me. You fit me so well. I love it. I'm getting close. Slow down...make it last. . . fuck me forever...getting there...going to come...going to come...come...oh, yes! I'm almost there. Fuck me, make me come, fuck me, fuck me . . . "
"Come, honey," JJ crooned, running her hand over Helen's tense belly. "Come real hard for us. Show us how much you like his big fat cock."
Thug moved smoothly in and out of Helen's cunt. His cock felt so long, so thick. It seemed to take an eternity for him to draw almost out, then it was heaven again when he shoved it back in, his fat cock rolling her cunt lips inward around the shaft when it went back in. Helen felt the beginnings of her come deep inside her. Had never felt anything like it. A massive explosion was building within her, getting ready to blow her apart.
"Oh, oh, oh, Thug! It's starting! I'm there! Fuck me harder! Fuck me faster! Hard, Thug! Hard! Fuck me! Fill me with your come! Oh, God, I'm coming! Oh, God, am I ever coming!"
Helen yelled and bucked, her body twisting and writhing across the table as Thug pured the cock to her. He had to hold onto her hips tightly to keep her from sliding off the table. She was totally unaware of what she was doing; oblivious to anything but the wonderful feelings that washed over her in waves. Each time Thug's massive cockhead hit the bottom of her cunt, the sensations intensified.
Then Thug was coming. Pouring gush after gush of thick globs of hot cream into the depths of her quivering cunt. He was ramming into her with all his might, adding to her bucking and heaving with powerful strokes. Helen felt his come filling her hole. That, too, added to her pleasure. She thought she would go crazy from the incredibly intense sensations. She was coming so hard she couldn't even yell any more. She could only gasp and pant and try to hang onto her sanity.
Thug finally slowed down. Dropping Helen's legs, he leaned over, his hands on the table by her body. He drug in deep breaths, his knees shaking from the exertion. He kept himself in good physical condition, but fucking this wild young woman had drained his energy.
"Damn, what a hot, tight cunt!" he exclaimed. "I thought she was going to pull my cock out by the roots. She's really got an active cunt," he told the others.
"I loved it," Helen told him. "I love to fuck. What a cock you've got. You make me come so hard. I can still feel it, down deep."
She could feel his cock shrinking inside her, but even soft it filled her hole full. It thrilled her, too. She was even more thrilled that she had come while a man was fucking her. There was now no doubt in her mind about liking to fuck me as well as she liked to fuck women. Another door had been opened for her. She had the best of both worlds.
Feeling very mellow, Helen sat up and looked around at the others. They all smiled at her, sharing her pleasure. She sought out JJ's eyes.
"That was good. Thank you, dear friend." She held out her arms to JJ, indicating that she would like for the woman to hug her.
JJ moved between Helen's still-open legs and hugged the young woman to her, rubbing their nipples together. They kissed deeply. Helen took advantage of the opportunity to play with her girlfriend's tits.
The redhead broke the kiss and moved away from Helen. "Your turn, Betty, she said. "Clean her pussy and get it ready for another fuck."
"Oh, I. . . " Helen started to object, but stopped as Betty glued her mouth to the soppy cunt.
"I told you that you'd get fucked all you wanted," JJ told Helen. "There are three more men here who are eager to get into that lovely pussy."
"Ooooohhhh," Helen moaned, her tender cunt responding to the rapid lapping and deep sucking that Betty was giving her pussy. "If I keep coming the way I did with Thug, I'll die before I can fuck all of them."
"I can't think of a better way to go," JJ said with a laugh. "Do you have a choice for the next one?"
"Yeah," Helen muttered. "A hard one."
That brought a chuckle from the group. JJ had told them all about the reason for the party. It pleased them that Helen had really gotten into the spirit of things.
What Betty was doing to her pussy pleased Helen. She had not really come down from her orgasm when the girl started eating Thug's big load of come from her cunt. But Betty was doing more than just drinking come. As Carrie had done, she was also getting a thorough taste of Helen. Her technique of eating pussy was slightly different from Carrie's, but it felt just as good. The beginning of yet another orgasm was already stirring in her. She wondered if she would be able to stand all the pleasure she was going to get. Whatever happened, she wouldn't be able to say that she hadn't gotten a lot of attention.
Betty stood, smacked her lips with gusto. "My, my, that's about the best thing I've tasted in a long time. Delicious pussy, mixed with good male juice. You're sure I can't suck her off?" she asked JJ.
"Later, dear. It's time for another cock now."
Wade stepped forward and slipped his cock into Helen. This time, she remained sitting up so she could watch it go in. This one wasn't as big as Thug's, but Wade had nothing to be ashamed of. He was bigger than Harry. Helen wondered if she was going to get hooked on big cocks and would no longer like the one her husband had for her.
Throwing her arms around Wade's neck, Helen hung onto him as he fucked her. Wade put his arms around her waist, holding her as right on the edge of the table as he thrust into her cunt.
"Fuck me, Wade," Helen muttered, her lips near the man's ear. "I want you to fuck me hard and make me come again."
"You are wonderful," Wade replied, sinking his cock in her to the hilt. "The way you squeeze and milk my cock sends shivers all over me."
"Pull back just a little," Helen said, pushing on his hips. "Yeah, right there. I can feel the head of your cock just where I want it. Now just hold still. I want to squeeze your cock with my cunt muscles and see if I can make you come that way."
Helen was setting herself up for something more than merely making Wade come by the use of her inner muscles. The head of his cock was directly on her G-spot. But, of course, she didn't have the least idea what that was. Not yet. Moments after she began clamping and relaxing her muscles, she got some idea that something was different. What she felt was not like anything she had experienced before.
"Ooohhh, it feels good, Wade. Different, but good. It feels like I've got a clit inside me and your cock head's rubbing against it." Helen was puzzled that such a thing could be happening, but she kept squeezing and relaxing, squeezing and relaxing. She wasn't about to stop doing what felt so good to her.
JJ spoke up then. "He's on your G-spot, dear. That's an area inside the top of your cunt that acts the same way your clit does. Just keep using your muscles."
"Does it feel good to you, too?" Helen asked
Wade.
"God, yes! I don't know how long I can hold out. Feels like I'm about ready to come."
"Don't hold back. I'm almost there, too. We'll come together."
Helen's face was screwed up in ecstasy. She and Wade were perfectly still, except for her inner muscles. Taking a deep breath, she began working those muscles harder and harder. The harder she worked, the better Wade's cockhead felt to her. She couldn't believe it, but she was about to come again.
"Oh, lord," Wade hissed. "You're really getting to me. Your cunt's so tight! So tight and hot. Damn, you're good! You sure you haven't...aaaaahhhhh...been doing this all your life?"
Helen was really getting to Wade. And to herself. She had no idea that she could use her pussy the way she was. She might have discovered it quite by accident, but she certainly wasn't going to forget it.
"I'm almost there, Wade. Can you come with me? Feel my cunt milking you? I'm going to drain the come right out of you. Come with me, Wade, I'm there. I'm there! I'm coming again! Oh, God, I'm coming! So good...good! Goooood! Aaaaaahhhhh!"
Unable to restrain himself, Wade lunged forward, shoving his cock all the way into the sucking cunt. He gave Helen two powerful strokes and started pumping his come into her eager receptacle. He, too, was surprised that Helen had made him come the way she had.
"Fuck me, Wade. Fuck your cock in me. I can feel your come hitting the back of my cunt. Shoot it in there. Give it to me. I want all of it." She kept up her squeezing and relaxing action while he pumped into her.
Her cunt muscles were so powerful, Wade had trouble moving his cock in her. Every time he shoved into her, those tight muscles skinned the head of his cock like a tight fist.
He was unable to move. The head of his cock was so sensitive, it almost hurt to try. Helen had clamped down on the full length of his shaft, holding him in a vise-like grip. He could feel her inner muscles rippling, both from coming and from the effort of holding his cock.
Helen lay back on the table again, worn out. Her cunt muscles were still contracting and relaxing, but not nearly as much as they were a few moments ago. Wade moved back, pulling his softening cock from her with a soft, wet plop. It was red and a little sore. Helen had done a job on him that he wouldn't forget. He moved to a chair and sat down to rest and recover his strength. And give his cock time to get over its soreness.
JJ took her place between Helen's splayed thighs, fastening her mouth on the young wife's cunt. Helen knew it was JJ without looking, recognizing the redhead's touch. She was too tired to sit up and watch the woman take Wade's come from her. She was also still on a high plateau of erotic sensations. JJ had to touch her clit only very lightly with her tongue-tip and Helen had another orgasm. Not as deep or as strong as the one she had with Wade, but clearly an orgasm. She just knew that she was going to die from exhaustion before the night was over. There were two more cocks waiting to fuck her. And no telling what else was going to happen.
George replaced JJ, slipping his stiff prick into Helen's waiting cunt and fucking away. Helen worked with him, but was too tired to use her inner muscles on him the way she had on Wade. Her pride kept her from just lying there and letting George fuck her. She had to give him as good a fuck as she could. And judging from George's moaning and groaning, she did.
Helen came before George did. Not a single orgasm, but a whole string of them, each one a little stronger and deeper than the one before. She couldn't stop coming now; couldn't come down from the emotional high she had reached. Her body jerked and twitched of its own accord. Her mind was totally consumed by orgasmic pleasure.
After George had come, Carrie orally serviced Helen's cunt the way Betty and JJ had done. Helen wasn't even aware that George had taken his cock from her and that Carrie was eating her pussy. She hadn't stopped coming during the change-over. Nor did she stop when Carrie buried her face in the black-haired crotch and went to work on the sloppy cunt.
Nor did she stop coming when Bob took his place between her thighs and shoved his cock into her cunt. He was bigger than either Wade or George, but Helen didn't know that. She lay on the table, wriggling and twisting and jerking and bucking, keening wails pouring from her mouth as her juices poured from her cunt, one orgasm after the other rolling over her. She lost all sense of time. Nothing existed for her but orgasms.
After Bob had dumped his load of come in Helen's still sucking cunt and stepped away, JJ again took her place between Helen's legs and set to work on her cunt. Not only was she going to clean out Bob's come, she was going to give the young woman one last, mind shattering orgasm.
JJ's tongue swooped down with a broad licking stroke. She trembled with emotion, wanting to make sure Helen got her full measure of pleasure. Each swiping lap of her oral digit wiped up the heavy drops of come, as well as Helen's own cunt juices. JJ savored the mingled juices.
Helen began to squirm and whimper as another orgasm built within her belly. Her puss was quivering deep inside again. JJ's tongue circled around within the quivering folds of Helen's vagina.
With a loud moan, Helen came again. Or came stronger, since she hadn't really stopped coming earlier. Too spent to speak, she simply moaned and wailed as JJ's experienced tongue and mouth drew the orgasmic juices form her. Then she passed out, arms thrown out from her body, her legs hanging limply over the edge of the table.
CHAPTER SIX
Helen woke to sweet kisses on the lips from JJ. Her eyes fluttered open. She looked around, then smiled weakly.
"I guess I passed out, huh? Was I out long?"
"Just a few minutes," JJ told her. "I've never seen a woman come so much, or so hard, that she passed out."
"I still feel so close, I think I could come right away if somebody touched my clit." Helen felt her well-fucked pussy. "Thought I'd be sore, but I'm not. Harry fucks me every day, but I've never been fucked so much in such a short time."
"It isn't over yet. Unless you want to call it quits right now."
"Oh, no," Helen responded vehemently. "Just let me catch my breath and I'll be ready to go again."
The group breathed a collective sigh of relief. They were not ready for the party to break up yet. Participating with and watching the young wife shed her sexual inhibitions was too much fun. The other women were also eager to get their share of the available cocks.
"Come on," JJ said, taking Helen's hand and helping her from the table. "You can freshen up while the boys rest. Then we'll see what else we can think up to do."
When Helen and JJ returned from the bathroom, Carrie and Betty were seated on the couch. The four men were sitting on the floor. All of them seemed to be waiting for Helen's return so the party could continue. JJ had Helen sit in a chair that was facing the group. As usual, JJ took the lead.
"Helen has never masturbated," the redhead told the group. "I think she should start the next round by getting herself off while we watch."
There were words of agreement from the group.
"Oh," Helen muttered, blushing, "that's...I don't know if I can do that. It's so personal."
JJ laughed softly. "More personal that fucking four men, one right after the other, while all of us watch? Come on, now. You can do it. That's the last big hurdle you have to cross to get rid of all your shyness. It really turns a man on to watch a woman play with herself. And I like to watch, too."
"So do we," chorused Carrie and Betty. "Uh, well, I'll try. Just don't laugh if I don't do it right."
Helen opened her legs and hesitantly put one hand in her crotch. She saw that the men were slowly stroking their cocks as they watched her. The women held back, doing nothing until Helen started.
Suddenly, Helen thrust a finger in her cunt, twisted it around, then rapidly strummed her finger over her vulva. She repeated the insertion, this time using two fingers. Holding the two fingers deep in her hole, she used the middle finger of the other hand to stroke her clitoris.
Helen paid particular attention to Thug, he with the big cock. He looked completely different with his motorcycle gang garb. Nude, he was just a big man with a full beard and big prick. Her eyes locked with him. He nodded almost imperceptibly, a slight grin on his mouth. He winked, encouraging Helen on. She had her cunt lips spread, parting the thick bush of curly black pubic hair so the pink interior of her vulva was visible.
Thug's big prick was in a limber, half-hard state, its rugged masculine beauty promising any woman who got it in her a good time. He masturbated it slowly, working the foreskin back from the head and pushing it back again. Helen's clit throbbed in sensual approval as she remembered how that tool had felt when it was in her pussy.
Now that Helen had started masturbating, JJ sat on the couch by Carrie. All three women casually played with their pussies, making no effort to come. The other men followed Thug's example of stroking their cocks. They weren't as intent about it as he was, however. He was giving Helen a show, encouraging her to get herself off. The other men, like the women on the couch, were just making themselves feel good while Helen gave them a show.
"Ohhh," Helen breathed, stabbing the two fingers harder in her pulsing cunt. "Look at that big fucking thing!" It helped her to think about how Thug's cock had felt. "Ahhh, he was so nice in my cunt."
Now Helen was over the hurdle; it didn't matter to her that an audience was watching her pleasure her pussy. She was fully aroused and ready to come. Ready to get herself off for the first time. And in front of all these people, to boot.
She finger fucked herself to a quick orgasm. It felt so good she wasn't satisfied with the initial burst of sexual relief. She continued working her fingers in and out of her cunt and back and forth over her clit, bringing herself to a second, stronger shuddering release.
Then she slowed the pace of her fingerfucking, keeping her emotions at the ecstatic peak as long as she could. Thug's stroking of his fully erect cock helped her hang right on the edge.
"That's the way, dear," JJ said softly. "Doesn't it feel good?" She looked from Helen to Thug, understanding that Helen had fantasized about Thug's cock in her pussy until she got going. "Once you got yourself going, it was easy, wasn't it?"
"I came twice," Helen said, surprised that she had come at all.
"You can come some more if you want to."
Helen removed her hands from her pussy, letting her emotions start to calm. "No, that's enough for right now. What are we going to do next?"
"There are three hungry women here who haven't come yet. I think you should come over here and service our tingling pussies with your mouth. What do you think, girls?"
"Oh, yes," Carrie exclaimed. "I've been waiting to come ever since I got here."
"Me, too," Betty chimed in. "My pussy hasn't been eaten in the longest time!"
"I ate your pussy last night," Bob said, incensed that she had apparently forgotten.
"I know," Betty answered, "but that was a long time ago."
The group laughed. Betty's sexual appetite was well known. She got teased a lot about needing a stable of men and women to keep her sated.
As the women arranged themselves side-by-side on the couch, Helen moved over to them. Carrie was first. She had her feet on the couch, ass pushed forward, pussy on the edge of the cushion so it was easily accessible to Helen's mouth.
"The specialty of the house," Carrie said, spreading her cunt lips with her fingers. "Enjoy it."
Carrie arched her hot, wet pussy in Helen's direction. All the sexual activity that had been going on around her, activity that had left her on the sidelines, had made Carrie so hot she could hardly wait for the black-haired young wife to get her tongue working. Her clit pulsed in anticipation of the orgasm that wasn't far away.
Helen stared into the gaping pink gash for several seconds, awed by the beauty and sexiness of the female sex organ. Then she licked her lips and moved her mouth up against the furry slit.
Carrie looked down at the young pussy-lapper.
"Oh, yes, baby, suck my pussy. Suck it!"
Helen shuddered as she inhaled the distinctive aroma. It was fantastically arousing, just as JJ's had been. She pushed her mouth up tight and kissed the warm, wet cunt meat. The flesh was burning hot. A thick, pungent liquid coated the lips. Helen dug her tongue into the slit and then drug it over the girl's turgid clit. It was smaller than JJ's, bulging out of its hooded enclosure.
Helen pursed her lips and pressed them to Carrie's hot slot. As Helen pushed her tongue against the little bud, Carrie shivered with pleasure. She tongued harder and Carrie convulsed intensely. Helen opened her lips slightly and sucked the burning pink nubbin between her lips.
"Oooooohhhhh," Carrie moaned. "She's good! I can't believe that she just started eating pussy last night. Oh, yes, baby, that feels so good. Aahhh, suck my clit. Suck it! Make me cornel"
Helen pushed in and up on the top of Carrie's mound, lifting the clit up further to her mouth. She surrounded it with her puckered lips and sucked hard. Carrie pushed her hips up and twisted her head around and around, her muscles spasming. Her mouth hung open. Her expression was one of intensely pleasurable pain.
"I'm...starting...to...come!" Carrie panted, her hands mauling her own breasts.
Helen flicked her tongue back and forth over the clit. With each flick, Carrie's body responded wildly, jerking and bucking in great shudders. Helen slipped a finger into Carrie's cunt hole and churned it around while her tongue flayed at the clit.
Carrie screamed out her pleasure, lifting her legs in the air, tipping her cunt mound up to Helen's mouth. Abandoning her tits, she put both hands behind Helen's head, entwining her fingers in the thick black hair, pulling the young woman's face tighter to her cunt.
Helen played with Carrie's clit a while longer, then used both hands to open the pussy wide. She put her mouth and tongue fully into the open gash. She ran her tongue up and down the full length of the wet slit, whipping her lapper over the pink folds of flesh.
"Enough! Enough!" Carrie moaned, pushing Helen's head away from her crotch. "It's so good, baby, but I can't stand any more." Carrie let her self fall to the floor and leaned against JJ, putting her head on the redhead's shoulder. "She's so good, JJ. You really taught her well."
"I didn't really have to teach her anything," JJ responded, holding out her hands to Helen. "I just gave her the chance to practice. She's a natural at eating pussy."
Helen got between JJ's open thighs and gazed into the redhead's open twat. Again. It's aroma and taste were familiar to her. They should have been. She had spent enough time the night before with her face buried in that sexy slit. The red hair was thick and curly, framing the fantastically fat, pink lips, staying full and abundant all the way past the woman's asshole. For the first time, Helen saw that there was a big difference between pussies. Whereas Carrie's slit was short and placed farther up her belly, JJ's was long, the bottom of it almost reaching her asshole. JJ's cunt hole was also lower, making it harder to reach as the redhead sat on the couch.
JJ had explored her body often and knew what she had to do to make it easier for Helen. Pulling her feet up on the couch, she put her heels against her buttocks, scooted her ass forward until her asshole was just beyond the edge of the cushion, and they lay back and sideways, her head almost in Betty's lap. When she opened her knees as far apart as possible, her cunt was in just the right place for Helen to easily get her mouth on it. Her body looked slightly contorted, but it was a comfortable enough position for JJ.
"See what experience will do for you," Betty teased. "She just automatically gets in the right position."
"Listen to the pot calling the kettle black," JJ retorted. "Play with my nipples while Helen eats me. Might as well make yourself useful."
"Maybe I want to play with my pussy while I watch Helen suck yours."
"You can wait for a few minutes. It won't take me long to come and Helen will make your hungry pussy feel better than you can." JJ pulled Betty's hands to her hot breasts and settled down for Helen to eat her.
Helen nipped at the soft inner flesh of JJ's knees. Licking and nibbling, she moved her mouth up one leg, skipped the red-furred crotch, and did the same to the other leg. JJ's sounds of pleasure rewarded her efforts. The raven-haired beauty flattened her tongue and ran it along JJ's thigh, leaving a wide stripe of moisture along the tanned flesh. Her wet tongue-tip trickled along the downy borders of JJ's cunt. The gasps of pleasure from JJ's lips mounted in fervor.
Pulling her head back a little, Helen licked her full red lips in anticipation. Suddenly she fell on JJ's pussy like a hawk swooping in for the kill. She licked her pointed tongue along the slit of JJ's labia. Helen slid one hand under JJ's ass and plunged a finger into the rosette of JJ's asshole.
"Whooo!" the redhead yelled, lifting her ass from the couch and swinging it around. "That's the way, baby!"
Helen's tongue probed deeper into the red-haired box. The cunt responded by opening up more. The taste of Carrie's box had excited Helen. The flavor of JJ's juices drove her a bit wilder. As her mouth devoured JJ's pungent sex-hole, her finger pressed into the woman's asshole, establishing an alternating rhythm to the one set by her tongue. As Helen's ecstatic tongue dove deeper into the fleshpot, JJ's hips writhed and bucked in response, her ass still off the couch. As JJ drew back for another hump, Helen's finger kept her from going very far; consequently, JJ's hips merely vibrated rather than humped.
JJ was caught between a rock and a hard spot. To whichever side she tried to retreat for some momentary respite, the other side sent torrents of feeling pounding into her body and drove her back the other way again. Her humping, sweating body began to jerk all over as Helen licked deeply into her hot twat and pressed the probing finger deep into her ass.
On a sudden impulse, Helen stuck her thumb in JJ's pulsing pussy. Rubbing her thumb and finger together, she felt the thin membrane separating her digits. When she pushed down with her thumb, JJ's ass sank. When she pushed up with her finger, the woman's ass raised. Either action added to JJ's delightful dilemma as Helen drove her big clit wild with her tongue-tip. The redhead was, after all, the one who had helped Helen realize her fondest wish: to come in so many different ways. The older, more experienced woman had opened that sensual floodgate for Helen and Helen wanted to repay it.
The paradox of Helen's calculated love play drove JJ mad. She was like a vibrating puppet on a string. A string composed of a tongue, finger, and a thumb. She was not able to move her lower body very far in any direction without setting off additional erotic emotions.
JJ felt her orgasm begin deep in her womb and rush over her body like a tidal wave. Her scream of joy was cut short by a second, more fierce, climax. Her body arched into a box, supported by her feet and shoulders. One after another, the orgasms wracked her body in an endless chain. Finally, they had to subside.
"Ooooohhhhh, Goddddd!" JJ moaned. "Oh, baby, stop for now. Please stop now! I've got to rest. Please!" The redhead tried to pull away from Helen's mouth and fingers.
Helen relented, but not before one final twist of her thumb and finger and a long, lingering lick along JJ's throbbing slit. She sat back on her calves, grinning up at JJ.
"Did you enjoy it?" she asked innocently.
"Vixen!" JJ whispered. "Open the door for you and you don't know when to stop. My body's still vibrating."
"Come to me," Betty pleaded, opening her legs for Helen. "Come to me. I'm about to burst!"
Helen moved to the last woman in line, licking her lips gustily, enjoying the mingled taste of Carrie's and JJ's cunt juices. Adding Betty's juices to that mixture almost made her blood boil. Her cunt tingled with the ache she had come to associate with coming. As she knelt between Betty's open thighs, and before she tasted that woman's cunt, she played with her own cunt with two fingers. When they were wet with her juices, she put the fingers in her mouth and sucked them dry.
"My, my," Helen said, smacking her lips, "pussy sure does taste good. More women should know about this."
"And men," muttered JJ. "There are so many of them out there who don't know about eating pussy."
"Well," purred Betty, "I'm not a man, but I do eat pussy. I can't just sit here and let Helen do mine without getting into the act. From the way she's playing with her pussy, I'd say she needs to come as badly as I do."
Betty slid off the couch and went for Helen. Grappling with each other, they soon found the position they were seeking. Betty was on her knees, straddling Helen's head. She moved her hips low, took Helen's head in her hands, and lifted the young woman's face slowly to her cunt. It was all wet and hairy and open.
"Oh, yes, Betty, I want to," Helen murmured at the moment that Betty pulled her mouth to her pussy.
Helen tasted the rich froth from Betty's pussy and let her tongue slide up into her hole. Betty held her face against her wet pussy and then let her head back down. Helen kept her tongue stuck way out, tickling the open gash.
"I want to make you come while you do me," whispered Betty. "I want us to come together."
Helen was a kitten in Betty's hands. Her soul was filled with the debauchery of the moment, her need to come as great as Betty's. Betty lay on her back by Helen and pulled the other woman over her. Helen got on top, her face immediately dropping between Betty's splayed legs, her mouth quickly finding her cunt hole. Helen pulled it open wide with her fingers and pressed her lips and nose into the gooey, luscious mass of Betty's pussy.
Betty brought her head up and closed her lips over Helen's cunt, her tongue sliding in. Her skill filled Helen with rapture again, sending her even higher than the previous finger-play and pussy eating had.
They lay like that for a long time, nursing steadily at each other's cunts. Betty knew just how to hold Helen just below the peak of her passions and how to prolong that feeling, keeping her from coming until Betty was ready to pop her fun gun.
The instant Betty came, she increased her tongue activity and brought Helen off with her. Both women experienced a shattering, wonderful orgasm. They seemed to hang on the peak, lingering in space, their orgasms going on and one. Finally, Helen had to roll away from the avid cunt-sucking woman, her whole body weak, her muscles trembling with exhaustion. She pulled her pussy away from Betty's mouth and lay beside her, gasping.
"God, that was good!" Helen muttered between pants.
"And how," Betty replied. "You're really quite good. Carrie was right. You certainly don't act like you had just started eating pussy."
JJ didn't give them much time to rest. There were several other people in the room to be considered. The men had watched all the woman-to-woman activity, pleased by the show, but they were now ready to get back into the action. Thug's cock, especially, looked like it was about to burst.
"Next round," JJ said. "Treat time for the guys. All the woman have to lie on their backs in a row and the men get to go along the line, fucking each pussy in turn. When I call time, the men move to the next woman. Any man who comes is out. The last man to come is the winner."
"Winner of what?" Thug asked. "What's the prize?"
"Hell, I don't know," JJ said, then laughed. "We'll think of something when the time comes. Right now, let's just fuck!"
There was some scuffling and shuffling as the women arranged themselves on the floor and the men sorted out who was to be first. It didn't matter to Thug who went first. Each man was going to get the chance to dip his wick in each pussy time and time again, anyway. He wanted to be the last one to come. He was going to name the prize and it was going to be all of the women working on him at once. Or maybe he'd fuck Helen from the rear while she ate one of the other pussies. Or maybe . . .
As the honored guest, Helen was first in line. Bob got between her legs and thrust his stiff rod into her waiting cunt. Helen sighed deeply as he slipped into her. It seemed he had been pumping her twat only seconds when JJ told him to move to the next woman. Helen hardly had time to moan his loss, however, for Wade shoved his cock into her as soon as Bob left.
Wade had given Helen only a half dozen strokes when she started coming. Helen grabbed for his waist with her legs, wanting to lock him in so he would give her a good fuck. Lying at the end of the line, JJ saw what was happening and knew that Wade would not last longer than Helen if she was allowed to hold onto him.
"Shift," JJ called, reaching over to pull Helen's legs away from the man.
"Nooooo!" Helen wailed. "I'm coming."
"George will finish you off," JJ said. "Give everybody else a chance."
Reluctantly, Wade left Helen and moved to Carrie. Helen was humping and twisting so much George had to hold her hips still to get his cock into her. He hit bottom and Helen began gyrating harder. George had to grit his teeth and hold his breath to keep from dropping his load in her avidly sucking, squeezing cunt. When JJ called for him to move on, he had to struggle to get his cock away from her clenching cunt muscles.
"God," George muttered, "she's got cunt muscles like a fist. Thought she was going to pull my cock out by the roots."
Thug replaced George, nuzzling the head of his big weapon up between the gaping lips of Helen's cunt. She was still coming, one orgasm after the other rolling over her. Thug buried his massive fuck-spear to the hilt in one hard thrust, then started fucking Helen with mighty strokes. Each stroke took Helen higher and higher. She screamed and wailed, her mind consumed with her orgasms. She didn't know when Thug left her, to be replaced by Bob again. She knew only that she had a cock in her cunt and that she was still coming. Her orgasms were not as strong now, but they kept coming, one after the other, in a continuous string.
Bob was the first man to come. In Helen's cunt. She was simply too much for him to resist. He had wanted to continue down the line again, fucking each of the other pussies at least once more. Helen didn't allow that, however. She milked the come out of his cock before he knew what was happening. Bob took his place on the sidelines and watched the rest of the action.
Carrie got Wade's come. The severe contractions started deep in his gut just as he pulled out of Helen and moved to Carrie. When Carrie finished with him, he joined Bob on the sidelines.
Then JJ drained George. That let Thug the only cock still in the game. Thug went down the line, giving each of the women a good fucking, and a good orgasm. When he reached Betty again, she was determined to have some come in her.
"I'm going to get your come," Betty told him. "Load me up, lover. I've got to have some cream in me or I'll die!"
Thug wanted to get back to Helen again and make her come even harder. But he was content to be the winner. He had also reached the stage where he could come and still stay hard, so he filled Betty's wish. And her cunt. Relaxing his muscles, he let his come pump into Betty while she screamed in joy and humped her ass like a wild woman.
Thug pulled out of Betty's cunt and headed for JJ, who was last in line, big droplets of come hanging from the end of his cock. He was between JJ's legs when she moved away from him.
"You're the winner, Thug. Save that hard-on for the next round. You get to name the next game. What's your pleasure?"
Thug tried to think, but his brains were all in the end of his cock. He wasn't the brightest person under normal circumstances, and these were anything but normal. All he could think of was getting his cock into a pussy again.
JJ took charge again. Scuttling over to Helen, she turned the young woman over on her hands and knees.
"Thug, you fuck Helen from the rear. Carrie, you get under her and lick her clit while Thug fucks her. Betty and I can take turns kneeling in front of her so she can lick out clits."
"What about mine?" Carrie whined.
"She can get yours, too. Don't worry. Everybody will get to come again."
The participants took their places quickly. Thug knelt behind Helen and entered her pussy yet again. She was getting addicted to his big cock. Her mind was working well enough that she reveled in the events. Carrie's pussy was right under her face and JJ was kneeling in front of her, offering her another chance to get her tongue into the redhead's pussy. Then there was Betty waiting for her turn.
Helen couldn't have been happier. She didn't know how much more she could come or how much longer she could stay in this game.
And didn't care. The important thing was that she had found out there was nothing wrong with her, had learned that she could easily come under the proper circumstances.
She pushed her face into JJ's crotch as Thug pumped into her. Whatever the rest of the night brought, she was sure she was going to enjoy it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Helen finally made it to her sister's house. To her great surprise, she wasn't anywhere as tired as she had expected to be. From JJ's to Marcie's was only a one hour drive, so Helen had slept until late in the day. After a sumptuous meal with JJ, she had set out once again. Once the part for her car had arrived by bus, it had taken JJ only an hour to get the car repaired.
Helen had said her good-byes to everyone at the tavern, saving JJ for last. Helen had kissed the redhead deeply and then said, "I don't know how to thank you for letting me stay with you while my car was broken. It has been a wonderful time."
"I've had enough thanks," JJ replied, grinning broadly. "It was a wonderful time for me, too. And for the others, I'm sure. You are one hell of a fine lover. If you ever need a place to stay, be sure I'm at the top of your list."
"It might come to that." Helen hated to think of how she was going to handle the situation with Harry when she got back home. "I hope not, but I'm not going to be content to let things stay the same with Harry and me. You've awakened the woman in me. I like what I've found."
"So did I, dear. Hang in there and don't take any shit from anybody. You don't have to. Will I see you again soon?"
"Yes. For sure. You're one hell of a lover, too. I'll come visit you often, no matter what happens at home."
"Good. You drive carefully, now, and enjoy yourself."
"Well, the time at Marcie's might turn out to be dull after what I've been through here, but it'll be good to see her and talk to her again. By the way, the name is Mark and Marcie Malloy, just in case you need to know."
Helen and Marcie had time to talk about Helen's troubles, and her adventures, before Marcie's husband, Mark, got home from work. Helen hesitated to tell Marcie everything, not being sure how her older sister would take it, but it just sort of came out as Helen talked. To Helen's great relief, Marcie expressed pleasure that she had at least found out about her sexuality.
"I've always thought Harry was the wrong man for you," Marcie said. "You never said anything before, but I had the feeling that you weren't all that happy. How do you think he'll react to the new you?"
"God only knows! But if he wants us to stay together, he's got to change. I simply won't put up with being deprived any more."
"I'm happy to see you again and you can stay here just as long as you want. Don't go back home until you're ready to face the situation."
"Mark won't mind me being here? I don't want to cause any trouble for you."
"Mark will be ecstatic that you're here," Marcie assured her, smiling a secret little smile. She had plans for her sister. Plans that she wouldn't have dared make before Helen had related her experiences with JJ and the crew at the tavern. Mark had often hinted that he'd like to fuck Helen and now he was going to get the chance. "He-likes you a lot, you know."
Mark proved that when he arrived home. His face lit up in a big smile as he gave his sister-in-law a bear hug, making sure he felt as much of her body as he could manage.
"Helen's going to be our guest for a while," Marcie told her husband. "I told her you wouldn't mind, no matter how long she stayed. I think we'll both enjoy her visit."
Mark caught the meaning behind Marcie's words. His smile broadened. "I take it that things will be, uh, different than when she last visited us."
"I'm sure you can count on it, dear. She's not the same little girl we used to know."
The conversation at dinner was filled with double meanings, most of which Helen didn't understand. She had no background experience to do so. Nor did she know that her sister and brother-in-law were swingers in the fullest meaning of the term. They could hardly wait until dinner was over, both being very eager to experience this lovely young creature.
After dinner, Marcie suggested they all bathe and get into something more comfortable and then watch TV for a while. "I don't want to keep Helen up too late," she added. "She's probably tired from her, uh, trip."
"Oh, no," Helen hurriedly reassured her. "I slept late today while JJ was working on my car. We can stay up as long as you like. Mark's the one we should worry about. He has to go to work tomorrow."
"No problem," Mark said, grinning again. He'd get to work only if things didn't work out the way he wanted, the way he expected, them to. Otherwise, he'd take the day off. Or several days, if necessary. His wife had hinted that having Helen here was going to be a blast.
They were sitting in the living room, having an after-dinner drink and coffee, watching the TV, when Marcie said, "This program's not very interesting. Mark, why don't you get our photo album and show Helen some of your better pictures?" Turning to her sister, she continued, "Mark's a very good photographer. I think you'll like his work."
Mark was gone for only a few moments. He returned to the room carrying a large, thick photo album. He handed it to Helen and resumed his seat, not saying a word.
Helen opened the album, expecting to see the usual candid snapshots. The first couple of pages were pictures of Marcie wearing a bikini. Quite a bit of her body was exposed, but not the private parts. They looked like the usual pictures of a well-built woman in a bathing suit.
The next couple of pages consisted of pictures of Marcie completely nude. And more surprising, they all showed her with something in her pussy-either her fingers, a vibrator, or a dildo. Helen's face reddened as she looked at the pictures. To have seen such photos of any other woman would have excited her. To see her own sister this way was a sudden, highly erotic shock. She turned another page with trembling hands, contemplating what she was going to see next.
The next page was full of pictures of Mark in the nude. In some of them, his dick was soft. In others, it was fully hard and standing up like a huge spear. It was one of the most beautiful sights Helen had ever seen.
"My God, Marcie, he's bigger than Thug! That's a telephone pole he's carrying around," Helen exclaimed, unable to take her eyes from the page of photos.
"Isn't it gorgeous? He has wonderful staying power, too. I sometimes think he can fuck for hours before it gets soft."
"Who is Thug?" Mark asked.
Marcie told her husband about Helen's adventures at the tavern while Helen kept turning the pages of the photo album.
The next page consisted of pictures of Marcie and Mark in various sex acts. In several, Marcie was sucking Mark's huge prick. In two or three, his come was dripping from her lips as she held them just above the head of his cock. In still others, Mark was eating Marcie's pussy. Then there were several pages showing them fucking in different positions. In most of these, his cock was clearly visible as it reamed her cunt.
Helen's breathing was heavier and faster. Her body was flushed with sexual excitement. She suddenly understood why Marcie had insisted that she look at the photos. These two wanted her to fuck with them. And she was more than willing to do so. The thought of having that huge cock pounding her pussy made the blood rush to her head, causing it to reel with anticipation.
The rest of the pages in the album were empty. Helen raised her eyes from the album and looked first at Marcie and then at Mark.
"They're beautiful," she muttered, finding it hard to breathe. Her flush deepened as she looked at Mark.
"We're saving those last pages for someone very special," said Mark.
"Have you shown these to many people?" Helen asked.
"Some," answered Marcie. "But we're very selective, as you can understand. We have some photos of some of the people we've swung with, but they didn't seem special enough to put in the album."
"I got the idea that you were swingers as I looked at these. I wish Harry would agree to have an album like this. My pussy gets wet just looking at them."
"I'm glad you're not upset to learn that your big sister is a swinger," Marcie said.
"Oh, lord, no! Why should I be? I might have been a few days ago, but certainly not now. I think it's wonderful that you two have such a wonderful relationship."
"Would you like to pose for some pictures we would use to fill those last few pages?" Marcie asked her sister, hoping the young woman would say yes.
Helen looked at Mark and shuddered. The idea of posing nude in front of the well-hung man excited her. Knowing where it would lead, she hesitated. It was one thing to fuck in front of others, but quite another to fuck in front of her sister. Little did she know that her sister wanted her just as badly as Mark did.
Taking a deep breath and screwing up her courage, Helen replied, "Yes, I'll do it. You'll have to be patient with me. I mean, I've never posed for any kind of pictures, let along this kind."
"Don't worry about it. You'll do just fine. You have a wonderful body. Mark will just love photographing you." Now that she had gotten her younger sister over that hurdle, Marcie relaxed. The rest would be easy.
Helen's heart raced as they went to the bedroom. While Mark was getting his camera and floodlights ready, Marcie opened a dresser drawer and started taking out an assortment of bras and panties and negligees, laying them on the bed. Helen examined them with delight.
All the items were lacy and frilly. The panties had openings for the vagina so they could be worn during the sex act. The bras had slots so the nipples would protrude.
"I've never seen anything like these," Helen commented, sorting through the garments.
"This is our special collections," said Marcie. "Just choose a set and try it on. Mark's got everything ready. I'll help you get ready."
Marcie stepped behind Helen and unbuttoned her blouse, brushing her stomach gently against Helen's buttocks. Her hands trembled as she slipped the blouse off Helen's shoulders, then unsnapped the young woman's bra. Going around in front of Helen, Marcie sucked in her breath as she stared at Helen's full, well-molded breasts.
"Beautiful," the brunette murmured as she stared at her sister. "I knew you were well-built, but this is even better than I expected."
For the moment, the two women forgot that Mark was in the room. Slowly the realization sank into Helen's mind that her sister also wanted her; wanted to make love with her as Helen had done with JJ. Helen shivered, goose flesh rising over her body.
She shivered harder as Marcie cupped her breasts and gently stroked the thick nipples with her thumbs.
"like hot silk," the brunette whispered, her own breasts heaving with excitement as her thumbs coursed over the rigid nipples. Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue ran over them several times. She was fighting to control her wild passion; her urge to throw Helen down on the bed and make mad, passionate love to her.
Resisting the urge, Marcie took a deep breath and stepped back. Kneeling in front of her sister, she reached around and unzipped Helen's skirt, her eyes glittered on Helen's naked thighs as she pulled the skirt down. Helen stepped out of the garment and kicked it away. Her lovely sister gripped the rim of her panties, slid them down slowly, her palms stroking Helen's hot flesh as she worked the skimpy material all the way down, her face only inches from Helen's delicate forest of black pubic hair.
There was a long moment of suspense as Marcie's hand trembled on Helen's soft hips, her tongue circling her full, red lips. Helen was sure her sister was going to dive into her muff immediately, letting Mark wait while the brunette satisfied her hunger for a taste of Helen's pussy.
"So lovely," Marcie whispered, hypnotized by the moist pink cleft peeking through the thick next of cunt hair. "So feminine. So enticing."
Marcie devoured Helen with her eyes as the young woman slipped on a pair of sheer panties and bra. Stepping into her high-heeled sandals, Helen turned in a complete circle so Marcie and Mark could see how she looked.
"You're perfect, Helen," said Mark hoarsely.
Helen looked at him and smiled her appreciation for the compliment. She cold see a huge bulge in the front of his pants. Thinking of what was under those pants, Helen licked her own lips.
"I haven't seen her naked since we were little girls," Marcie said to her husband. "Isn't she simply divine?"
"Magnificent!" Mark said, running his eyes over Helen's lush curves. For a minute the husband and wife looked at Helen in silence. "Can't you convince her to stay with us forever?"
Marcie laughed heartily. "So, I've finally found someone who really turns you on, huh? Maybe I'd better send her home right now. You'll forget all about me."
"No way! Having the two of you together is a dream come true."
Marcie guided Helen into poses while Mark clicked away with his camera. Most of the poses were straight, seductive cheesecake, some with only a bra on and others with only panties.
Helen felt her own desire growing feverishly as Marcie used every chance to stroke her hot, satiny flesh. Several times, the brunette squeezed and hefted Helen's heavy buttocks while guiding her in a pose.
"Wow, it's hot in here," Marcie said suddenly. "Those flood lights are strong. I've got to get out of these clothes."
Helen grinned to herself, understanding Marcie's desire. What the woman was wearing was too thin to have made any difference. But Helen wanted her sister nude, too. Wanted to see the woman now that she was also grown and fully developed.
Marcie was naked in a flash. Helen's pulse quickened and she felt a soft trickle of moisture in her cunt hole as she studied her sister's lush nakedness. Her ample breasts were as firm as Helen's; succulent, centered with large copper-colored nipples; her curvaceous hips and thighs full and sensual, framing a crest of brown pubic hair that was slightly thinner than Helen's. Her breasts were not quite as large as Helen's. Looking at her tits and than at Helen's, Marcie smiled.
"Mark will like those. Mine please him, but he-likes bigger ones sometimes, too."
Marcie stood behind Helen and guided her in the next pose, moaning softly as she dug her hot breasts into Helen's back, her fingers tickling the crevice of Helen's ass.
During the next pose, Marcie fell on her sister so suddenly it stunned Helen.
"No, dear," Marcie said, standing in front of Helen. "You are standing too stiffly. Relax and let some of that nice pussy show. like this."
Her hand tugged at Helen's thighs, placing the leg out farther. For a long moment, Marcie stared into Helen's eyes, her heaving breasts betraying her wild excitement. Then she flung her arms around Helen and crushed her hot, velvety breasts against her sister's larger ones, forcing her tongue between Helen's lips, her fingers digging into Helen's firm buttocks.
"I want you first," Marcie whispered, biting Helen on the neck and squirming her crotch against the black-haired one.
Helen trembled wildly at the delicious contact and responded with an urgency of her own, jerking her hips softly against her sister's, the throbbing ache in her wet cunt a fierce need.
Marcie led Helen to the bed. Helen lay back, groaning as the brunette cupped one of her breasts and sucked hungrily at its nipple. Mark kept busy with his camera, knowing he was going to get some really good pictures now.
Marcie's hands stroked and rubbed Helen's hot flesh as her lips and tongue slid down her sister's stomach. A deep moan rolled out of Helen's throat as she rested her legs over Marcie's back and raised her hips high off the bed. Helen sobbed as Marcie teased her for a minute, her wet tongue flicking on each trembling inner thigh, her hands pulling back the flesh of Helen's stomach to expose her glistening cunt.
A wild, searing thrill like an electric shock ripped through Helen's body as Marcie buried her face against the quivering cunt and lashed out with her tongue, probing the young woman's moist cunt walls, then seizing her swollen clitoris between her lips and sucking fiercely.
Helen was naked except for the panties with an open crotch. It was a strange sensation to wear them as Marcie devoured her cunt greedily, giving Helen a series of deep, shattering thrills as she sucked gently one moment and savagely the next, vibrating her tongue rapidly on her clitoris with delicious effect.
Helen discovered that Marcie's skill at oral love surpassed even JJ's. She had a diabolical flair for teasing, arousing Helen to a frenzy of passion, and, at the moment of impending orgasm, deliberately slowing down her kisses, probing Helen's hot cunt walls with the tip of her long tongue in a delicate maneuver and using a soft, dreamy suction on Helen's clit. While one of Marcie's hands rubbed Helen's stomach, her other was busy probing her anus, delving a gentle finger deep into the orifice to give Helen a double thrill; a taste of the same treatment Helen had given to JJ.
Helen was only vaguely aware that Mark was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, his huge prick fully erect, his eyes glittering on the two women. Almost hysterical at Marcie's teasing, Helen pulled the brunette's head to her thighs desperately and jerked her aching wet twat in spasms against her sister's lips. A moment later, she gasped and quivered wildly as Marcie gave her her first breathtaking orgasm, piercing Helen's cunt deeply with her hot lapper until Helen thought she would faint from sheer joy.
For almost five minutes, Marcie drained Helen with low moans of pleasure. Then, releasing the raven-haired beauty's pussy, the brunette sat up, licking her lips.
"I think I could do that to you forever. Your pussy tastes so good! I can't believe that I've wasted all these years before I tasted it. Just think of the fun we could have had when we were growing up if we have known how to do this." Marcie grinned at the thought and smacked her lips again. "But it's Mark's turn now. We don't want to keep him waiting too long. You do want to sample that big cock, don't you?"
In answer to that question, Helen chose actions rather than words. She reached over to grasp Mark's gorged prick in her hand, feeling desire kindle again at its hot, pulsating thickness. She wasn't a cocksucker yet; had never felt a male member in her mouth, but she was suddenly seized with the desire to remedy that lack. She sucked the knobby tip between her wet lips and circled him with her tongue, then ran her tongue-tip along the length of his shaft.
Excited at the hot fleshy maleness, she began kissing it greedily, using tiny flicks of her tongue to make Mark groan with bliss. Having no definite knowledge of how to suck a cock, Helen just acted by instinct. Mark's responses told her that she was doing the right thing.
She felt a delicious wet thrill on the sensitive sole of one foot as Marcie brought her own tongue into play again. The tingling sensation went up along the underside of that leg and hovered on the flesh of Helen's satiny buttock, then to the other one and Helen braced herself for the next fiery thrill. Marcie's tongue first traced the cleft of Helen's buttock while her hands spread the cheeks apart. Helen held her breath in suspense. No one had ever used their mouth and tongue in this area. The tongue thrust into her anus with a wet slurp, so deep and pleasurable that Helen moaned and gently bit Mark's cock.
Helen enjoyed having the big cockhead in her mouth, but she also wanted to feel it in her cunt. The orgasm on Marcie's mouth had only warmed her up. She withdrew her lips and held the shaft in her hand, rubbing the head along her cheek while Marcie kept up the hot, sharp thrills in her ass with her eager tongue. Helen squirmed and wriggled her tingling ass against Marcie's face. At last the brunette stopped and sat up, heaving for breath.
"Mark, sit on the edge of the bed," Marcie commanded. As soon as he had obeyed, Marcie knelt on the floor in front of him. "Now, Helen, get on his lap with your back to him."
"Aren't you going to take part?" Helen asked. "I want to watch the two of you fuck."
"Don't worry, dear. I told you he can stay hard forever. I'm not through yet. I told you I wanted to eat your pussy forever. But I want to watch him fuck you first. Go ahead. Get on his lap."
Helen lowered herself cautiously on Mark's lap, holding onto his upper thighs for support. Marcie watched avidly, her tits heaving. Helen easily found his throbbing crown since it was standing up in front on her belly-button. She moistened it between her vaginal lips, then thrust it in a mere inch, gasping as its thick hardness pressed against her burning twat. She lowered herself slowly, biting her lips and groaning with joy as he filled her slippery love tunnel. Slowly, slowly, she went down until she was resting on his lap and his cock was buried to the hilt in her hungry cunt. She flexed her cunt muscles sharply and Mark gasped.
"My God, Marcie, she's tight!" he muttered, his hands circling her waist. They they went up to gently heft and squeeze her lush tits, stroking their taut nipples. "She's as tight as a virgin," he told his watching wife. "She might be inexperienced, but she sure knows how to use her cunt muscles."
Slowly and deliberately, savoring every delicious moment, Helen began to slide up and down on his immense organ, using a soft squirming motion and clenching her cunt muscles to send hot ripples of bliss through her loins and Marks' gut.
"How does it feel?" Marcie asked, kneeling before the two of them, her face contorted with a wild excitement as she watched her husband fuck her younger sister. "Tell me, dear, is he man enough for you?"
"Almost too much," Helen gasped as she slid down heavily, his searing pole filling her fuller than she had ever been filled, making her feel as if she might be split wide open. There was an added excitement in fucking her brother-in-law as her lovely sister watched her do so. Helen looked down between her legs at the massive, telephone-like fuck spear filling her cunt and almost swooned.
Marcie was shivering with passion and hugging her swollen breasts. A moment later she moved up between Helen's parted thighs and began kissing the fringe of the black pubic hair, then Helen's stomach and inner thighs. Her swirling tongue probed Helen's upper slit, easily finding her large, swollen clit. Helen screamed in ecstasy at the electrifying feel.
Between the dual thrills-Mark's huge, thick cock thrusting inside her frenzied pleasure hole and Marcie's skilled tongue lashing her clitoris-was almost more than Helen could bear. She sobbed and jerked to a frantic rhythm, hugging Marcie's head tightly to her crotch and locking her cuntal cleft in spasms on Mark's heavy shaft.
After several minutes of the erotic action, Helen felt Mark's impending climax. She raised her sucking slit high and hovered for a moment, then suddenly lunged down with all her might. The burning eruption stung her inner walls. Helen clamped her cunt muscles violently, groaning and tugging at Marcie's hair to vent her delirious excitement.
For several minutes, her hot, damp body twitched and bucked from the double orgasms-one in her cunt and one in her clit. Finally, Helen fell back against Mark's chest, trembling and spent.
"Lordy, Lordy. I've never felt anything like that," she gasped. Her clitoris still tingled and a deep glow of contentment welled up in her. Mark's heavy cock, still hard, reached so far up in her cunt she thought it would enter her stomach. "You two are really a team. I came so hard! And a double one, at that. That long fucking telephone really got to my G-spot and you did a marvelous job on my clit."
"That was the idea," Marcie told her younger sister, planting one last kiss on the turgid clit. "Mark, get the oil."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mark grunted agreement and gently lifted Helen of his lap. His prick stuck out in front of him when he stood, wet and glistening with Helen's love juice.
"Well trained, isn't he?" Helen said when Mark was gone.
Marcie grinned. "He knows I can get my pleasure a lot of places. And from a man or a woman. It's a lot easier for me than for him to find a partner. He's dependent on me for a lot of things. As long as he understands that my desires come first, we get along fine."
"That's exactly the kind of understanding I'm after," Helen said thoughtfully. "I've got a lot of work to do with Harry."
Marcie's hand caressed Helen's damp thighs as her tongue played in the top of Helen's hair slit.
Her sister's tongue felt good, but Helen was momentarily frightened at Marcie's hunger. "I'd like to rest for a few minutes," she told Marcie. "You two are good-fantastic is a better word-but I'm too tired to move right now. I'm not used to coming so hard, you know."
"You'll recover quickly. That's the funny thing about an orgasm. While it's tearing you apart, you think you won't be able to come again for hours. Then, after a few minutes rest, you find yourself wanting another one just as badly as you wanted the first one. Wonder if there's some relationship between orgasms and Chinese food."
Much to her surprise, Helen did find that she was not as tired as she had thought; that she did want to come again soon. It was like eating peanuts or potato chips or popcorn. The more you ate, the more you wanted to eat. The old saying that you couldn't eat just one was true. Just as a woman who really enjoyed coming wasn't satisfied to come just once. Marcie replaced her tongue with a finger and that digit was doing nice things to Helen's clit again.
"You've got a nice big clit," Marcie said. "The kind Mark and I both like. In fact, you're just what we would have ordered had we been given the chance to say what our choice in a sex partner should be." Marcie got on the bed with Helen, took her hand, and placed it between her shapely thighs. Then she resumed playing with Helen's clit. "Play with my clit while I do yours."
"Yours is just as big as mine," Helen said, rubbing her sister's clitoris into full erection. "I like the feel of it."
"There's a favor you can do for me and for Mark."
"Such as?"
Marcie's finger snaked down Helen's cleft and found her anus. It was still damp from the tonguing Marcie had given it earlier. "Mark is fascinated by your beautiful ass. I've trained him to like it that way, too. Do you mind?"
"Oh," Helen exclaimed as Marcie's finger-tip entered her asshole. "I've never done that. He's so big! Won't he tear me apart?"
Marcie worked her finger deeper into Helen's tight ass. "No, I'll make sure he's gentle. He'll go nuts when he finds that you're a virgin there."
"I'll...try...it . . . " Helen breathed, Marcie's finger probing her ass helping her make the decision.
"What...is...the...favor...you...want...me...to...do...for...you . . . ? " Marcie's finger felt so good in her ass.
Her passions were rising once more, faster than she had expected. She knew that some women could easily take a cock in their ass. JJ had said that her ex-husband had often fucked her that way. If Marcie said it would not hurt, then that was enough for Helen. She trusted her sister. Besides, if she was really going to learn all there was to know about fucking, it was time she took a cock up her bung hole. Mark's cock was the first one she had sucked. His might as well be the first one she took in her rear.
"We'll use the oil to lubricate you and Mark. I'll give you a rubdown while we're at it. Then you can eat my pussy while Mark's fucking your ass. Perhaps later you can suck his cock some more. He-likes that, too."
"I'd never sucked one before today," Helen said, panting with passion as Marcie continued to play in her asshole. "I've got a lot to learn about that."
"We'll teach you. That and anything else you want to learn. We're both very happy that you came to visit us."
Mark returned with the oil, handing the bottle to Marcie. The brunette placed Helen on her back and sat astride her hips, bringing herself into contact with her sister, creating a soft, blissful friction. She writhed back and forth gently as she rubbed the perfumed oil on Helen's shoulders and silken breasts, pinching the nipples, stroking the oil on the full mounds and down her stomach.
Helen trembled with desire as Marcie aroused her with the combination of her caressing hands and moist pussy rubbing against hers. The brunette covered every inch of Helen's naked body, giving her a slippery thrill as she inserted two fingers deep into the orifice of her ass.
By the time Marcie was finished, Helen was on fire with lust, eager to do the same for Marcie. She lavished oil on her sister's hot flesh, lingering on her swollen breasts and shapely buttocks, wildly aroused by the delicious contact of her slippery skin. Then Helen coated Mark's body, moaning at the exciting feel of his pulsating cock in her hands as she applied a particular heavy coating to the shaft and head.
Marcie sat up and placed her back against the headboard of the bed, her velvety thighs parted wide and her knees drawn up. Helen lay on her stomach between Marcie's parted legs, facing her cleft, her hands eagerly clutching the brunette's hot buttocks. Marcie's cunt, she saw, was low-slung like JJ's. And like her own. She traced the outline of the cunt lips with her tongue, feeling Marcie shudder and sink her nails into Helen's shoulders.
Then Helen plunged deep into Marcie's burning cunt, her heart beating fiercely as the wet essence covered her lips and tongue. She was only dimly aware that Mark was mounting her from the rear, his hands squeezing her breasts as he made a tentative probe of her anus with his hard member.
The next moment a violent pain tore through Helen's buttocks as Mark lunged. Her first reflex-to clench her buttocks-increased the pain.
"Gently, damn it!" Marcie hissed at her husband. "You don't have to be in such a hurry. Take it easy with her. This is the first time she's taken a cock in her ass, remember." To Helen she said, "I'm sorry. He sometimes gets like a bull in heat. Try to relax. Think about my pussy and how nice it tastes. Just take your mind off your ass and let it relax."
Helen riveted all her attention on Marcie's crotch, immersing herself in the delicious essence of the brunette, probing the quivering cunt walls with her tongue before she lavished frantic attention and suction on the big clitoris. Marcie was sobbing loudly from the pleasure and shaking her hips.
The pain in Helen's ass was less this time as Mark eased his cock into her tight rear hole again. It quickly became a searing thrill as he impaled himself in her ass. He began a jerking motion, groaning each time he slid in a fraction of an inch farther. By the time he was halfway in, Helen was lunging back to meet him, flexing her cheeks and relaxing her muscles, avidly seeking more of the slippery cock.
Marcie churned wildly beneath Helen's fierce lips and tongue, gasping and contracting her cunt with ecstasy. She had been waiting for her sister to return the favor, wondering how good the young woman would be. Her question was answered very favorably.
Helen held tightly to her sister's writhing buttocks and filled her mouth with the brunette's trickling essence and meaty cunt. A sudden pain made her catch her breath as Mark lunged into her anus with all his might. She trembled as the hot shaft poked her ass.
Raising her mouth from Marcie's cunt, Helen said softly, "I've got all of it in my ass, Marcie. He's all in there. It does feel good now that the initial pain has gone away."
Returning her mouth to Marcie's hot maw, she clung to the slippery hips, her hunger kindled again as the fragrant moisture coated her lips. She lost herself on a timeless, dreamy plateau as she licked delicately, turning to the swollen clit after a few minutes and seizing it firmly between her lips while her tongue fondled it.
A hot libation from Mark's cock poured into her ass, filling her to the brim. She tingled with a strange fulfillment. She felt Mark dismount and then, for no reason, her hunger went berserk.
She pressed her face tightly to the brunette's hot, musky box and vibrated in a frenzy, ignoring Marcie's cries, electrified by her flesh. She clung desperately as Marcie tried to wriggle away and used her lips to suck wildly as her tongue lashed out at the hard love button between the brunette's thick cunt lips. Marcie was pounding Helen's back in painful ecstasy and screaming. Her younger sister was driving her over the brink.
The hunger went as quickly as it came. Helen released Marcie and sat up, licking Marcie's cunt juice from her lips.
"And I thought I was insatiable!" gasped Marcie, shuddering hard. "Now I've got to rest."
"You're both insatiable!" Mark said with a chuckle. "I think it's time our guest sucked my cock again." His fuck pole was still partially hard--. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked it gently. "Her mouth felt good before. I'll bet she can really give good head. If her mouth sucks like her pussy does, she'll be a wonderful cocksucker."
"Don't be too sure," Helen said. "Your cock was the first one I've ever had in my mouth. As I told Marcie, I'm willing to learn, but don't expect too much."
"Let's all freshen up first," Marcie said, rising from the bed. "If my knees will work. You really tore into my pussy, little sister."
"Yeah, I sort of got carried away when Mark came in my ass. Having that big thing in there, pumping me full of come, just did something to me.
Helen watched as Marcie washed and dried Mark's cock, then cleaned and dried her pussy while Marcie sat on the stool, smoking a cigarette and watching her. Helen was fast losing the last of her sexual inhibitions. Such things had always been very personal to her. So personal that not even Harry had seen her doing them. Now, she felt no embarrassment at doing them in front of her sister. She then watched as Marcie freshened up, interested in looking at the other woman's cunt.
Back in the bedroom, Mark stretched out on his back on the bed. Helen got beside him and reached for his cock. She wasn't sure just what she should do, but was determined to learn to be a good cocksucker.
She began kissing his cock, brushing her lips over it lightly. As it started hardening and the feel of the tender flesh on her lips aroused her, she took the head of the semi-tumescent rod into her mouth. Feeling the bulging head of his prick against the inside of her mouth set off a chain reaction of lustful endeavor. Almost immediately, she was devouring him with a zeal which even he found surprising for a beginner. She could not take all of it into her mouth, of course, but she got a lot of it in her oral cavity.
"Yes, that's good," Marcie told her. "How is she, Mark? Do you think she knows enough about eating a prick? Or should I give her a few pointers?"
"You could help her a little," he replied. "Tell her about the head, how to make it great instead of just good; about sucking hard."
Marcie gently pulled Helen's mouth away from her husband's prick. She gave her sister a short, thoroughly detailed course in the sensitive places on the male organ, pointing out all the ways she could use her tongue most effectively.
"You don't have to worry about hurting a man. Not unless you bite him hard or get too violent with his balls. Here, try holding the head of his cock between the roof of your mouth and your tongue.
"Here, take it." Marcie held the cockhead toward Helen's mouth. "Now, press as hard as you can with your tongue. Try to flatten the head out like a pancake. He'll tell you if you're hurting him."
"Aaaaahhhhh, no, there's no hurt to it!" Mark groaned. "It feels so damned good!" He trembled ecstatically as Helen went to work again.
"That's the way, dear. Now, keep your grip on his shaft and rotate your head around so you can generate more friction against the head. Yes, that's the way. Do you want to suck him off?"
Helen raised her head. "God, I don't know what I want to do! I want him to come in my mouth and I want to see him shoot off, too."
"You can have both, dear," Marcie said, laughing at her younger sister's obvious confusion. "Why don't I jack him off now and you can watch him come. Then you can watch him fuck me. I always come before he does. After I get off, you can take it in your mouth and finish him that way and drink his come. That should just about satisfy all your wants, shouldn't it?"
"Oh, yes! That will be wonderful!"
Helen felt a new surge of emotions begin pounding through her body. She had long wanted to watch a grown man shooting his load and her heart raced wildly at the thought. She had asked Harry to jack off and let her watch him come, but he had always refused. Then, too, she was going to get her first taste of male come. It was enough to make an innocent young woman's head whirl! What had started out as just an attempt to get away from her husband and think things out was rapidly becoming a hedonistic holiday of the first order.
"I'll just get it nice and slick first," Marcie said, straddling her husband's loins.
Marcie mounted Mark, squatting on one heel and resting her weight on the other knee. She faced toward his feet as she lifted his prick up and guided it into the soppy opening at the base of her belly. Helen was directly in front of her sister, all eyes as she watched.
Marcie took the big prick in her cunt without a grimace. Her own excitement had become quite pronounced, but she held herself in check, wanting to complete the act the way she had promised Helen. She worked her pussy around Mark's cock with a slow but deliberate erotic grind, clenching her cunt muscles repeatedly to make it even better for Mark. She knew he would signal her in plenty of time, so she worked away freely.
Soon Mark lifted her up on her buttocks, telling her that he was getting close. Marcie quickly lifted herself off his prick, sliding her cunt up the massive shaft with one easy movement. Then she began masturbating him vigorously. Her cunt's hot, slippery oil gave the tool plenty of lubrication. She pumped away with great energy.
"Aaaaahhhhh, ooooohhhhh!" Mark moaned. "Do it, do it harder! I'm coming! I'm coming, baby."
Helen's eyes almost popped out of their sockets when she saw the violent spurts of thick, creamy juice erupt from the head of his prick. Marcie held the cock so that most of his load shot up onto her brown pubic bush, with some of the strongest spurts landing on her belly. She watched Helen closely and saw that her young sister was absolutely entranced.
Helen felt her womb give a powerful throb. Reaching down, she put a finger on her rigid clitoris. The contact brought her to a sudden, hard orgasm. She writhed in the grip of her climax, trying to keep her eyes focused on Mark's spurting cock and Marcie's flying hand as it went up and down the shaft.
Marcie jammed her husband's prick back into her cunt quickly, sliding down until she had all of it in her hot, liquid sheath of trembling flesh. Using the cock as a pivot, she turned around and stretched out full length on top of Mark.
"Turn me over, darling, and fuck me. Pound that big prick in me."
Mark wrapped his arms around his wife and rolled her over onto her back. Her orgasm over, Helen watched the maneuver, eager to see Mark fuck her sister and make her come.
The brunette raised her hips hungrily to invite a deep penetration. The view was perfect for Helen's heated brain. She could see the pouting lips of Marcie's pussy clearly; see how they were fringed with ringlets of cunt hair and how they seemed to open wide like a mouth as the big cock nosed into them.
She watched with a tingling in her own pussy as the lips of Marcie's pussy rolled back to take the tubular hardness of Mark's oversized prick. Inch by inch, slowly and steadily, he fed his long dong up her hole until his own pubic hair was meshed against his wife's and his heavy nuts were hanging down between the rounded buttocks.
Mark supported himself on his arms and knees so that no part of his body touched Marcie-only his long, thick rod, which was buried to the hilt in her hot slit. Then he began fucking Marcie, moving up and down like an athlete doing push-ups in slow motion.
Marcie bounced and jerked her body in a lascivious rhythm to savor the full effect of having her cunt expanded to capacity. The expression on her flushed face clearly revealed that the prick was getting very deep into her and rubbing against the mouth of her womb.
Helen watched in rapt attention, her fingers in her own cunt again, teasing her burning clit and playing in her wet hole. It was almost, but not quite, as much fun to watch the couple fucking as it was to get fucked. The fact that it was her older sister getting plowed by the big cock was even more exciting. She could imagine what they would do in the future.
After several minutes of lusty fucking, Marcie arched her body off the bed, her belly slapping against Mark's. The muscles of her abdomen and buttocks worked in a series of tensing actions as she moaned and groaned in the deep ecstasy of her orgasm.
"Oh, God! It's good! Fuck the hell out of me, lover! I'm coming! Fuck me hard! FUCK MEEEEE!"
Mark held back his own climax, wanting to save his come for Helen's virgin mouth. Stroking into his wife mightily, he rode her through her orgasm with powerful thrusts of his hips.
When Marcie had come down from her climax, she wrapped her arms around her husband again. "Roll over," she commanded.
After Mark was on his back again, Marcie sat up, his prick still in her cunt. She lifted herself up, slowly drawing her pussy's clinging lips up the broad shaft.
"There," she said to Helen, holding the head of the cock toward her sister. "It's got my cunt juice all over it for you. It's all ripe and hot and wet. Ready for your mouth. Suck him off, dear. Take his come down your throat."
Helen's heart skipped a beat when she realized that she was going to get the wet rod in her mouth. She could see the erotic moisture coating the thick shaft. Her mind reeled with the excitement pulsing through her body. She wanted Mark's cock in her mouth again, more fervently than before, and that Marcie's sensual love oil was coating it would make the act immensely more arousing.
As soon as Marcie had completed the withdrawal, Helen impatiently grabbed the tool with her mouth, Marcie's hand tilting it for easier insertion. The taste of Marcie's cunt, so familiar now and yet so different, inflamed her mind with lustful desire.
She began gobbling hungrily at the big weapon as if she could not get enough of it. The taste of womanly love juice, together with the feel and taste of the prick, assailed her mind with powerful blasts of sexual desire, making her more anxious than ever to rid herself of the curse of having never tasted male sperm.
Marcie's fingers were still wrapped around the slippery prong, pumping it rapidly. She masturbated Mark expertly, bringing him to a trembling, moaning state of completion as her sister sucked away at the rigid muscles. The thought of her sister stroking her husband's big tool so he would come in her mouth excited Helen enormously. She responded by sucking faster and harder, using her mouth and tongue the way Marcie had taught her.
"He's getting ready," Marcie warned. "Get ready to take his load in your mouth. Don't let any of it escape. He wants you to swallow it all."
Helen gurgled and groaned as the dark head swelled and then spit out a thick stream of pearly come. Gasping and gagging, partly in agony from the jaw-stretching tool and partly from joy, Helen took the fierce discharge down her throat, swallowing rapidly to get it all down.
Despite her valiant efforts, some of Mark's come seeped past Helen's lips and dribbled down her chin. When she was sure she had gotten all of his hot cream, she pulled her head away and took a deep breath.
"Well done," Marcie complimented her sister.
"For the first time, you did really well."
Marcie leaned over and kissed Helen full on the lips, running her tongue into her sister's mouth. The two women clung together, each happy for the other. Breaking the kiss, they lay down on each side of Mark and put their legs and arms over his body.
Helen took his limp cock in her hand. "Well, at least it's soft at last. I was afraid you wouldn't be completely satisfied."
"Oh, I'm totally satisfied," Mark assured her. "You use your mouth wonderfully. Just as you use your pussy. Until you came along, I thought Marcie was the only woman who could use both ends as well. Are you sure you can't stay with us forever?"
"Don't get to eager, big boy," teased Marcie. "If she stays around very long, we might well fuck you to death."
"So? I can't think of a better way to die." He patted both pussies, impatiently waiting the few minutes necessary before his cock got hard again. Whatever the length of Helen's stay, he planned to spend the time fucking himself into total exhaustion.
CHAPTER NINE
On her way back home after a week with Marcie and Mark, Helen thought about detouring to see JJ again. It was a tempting idea even though she had spent the entire week with her sister doing everything sexual they could think of. Her sexual hunger had constantly amazed, and pleased, Marcie and Mark. Not to mention Helen herself. She had had no idea that she loved fucking so much. When she and Marcie had worn out Mark, they had turned to each other, using their mouths, vibrators, and dildos until they fell into an exhausted sleep.
One of Helen's favorite things had been when Mark fucked her between the breasts, blasting his come all over her face and neck. She had rubbed the come into her skin, reveling in the feel of the sticky goo. She had developed the wild urge of having come completely coating her body. Since Mark couldn't come that much at once, she decided the only solution was to have several men at once, all of them coming all over her.
She could have had that had she stopped by to see JJ. She was, however, anxious to get home and get things straightened out with Harry. She wasn't ready to end her marriage. She loved Harry and wanted them to stay together. Their only trouble was the sexual mismatch. Now that she knew what she wanted; what it would take to keep her satisfied, she could tell Harry what it would take to keep them together. Before, she had known only that she was not happy with the way things were. Being able to tell him specifically what should be done would make it easier to resolve their problem.
She hadn't called Harry while she had been gone. Nor had he called her, even though she had told him in her note where she would be. Helen had waited for him to call, asking her to come home and he had waited for her to call and apologize for having left him.
Helen arrived home late in the afternoon, slightly incensed that Harry hadn't called her, ready to let him know in no uncertain terms how she felt about that. Along with what amounted to an ultimatum about their sex life.
The house was empty when she arrived. It was late enough that Harry should have been home from work, but he was nowhere to be found. Now Helen was really pissed. She checked every room, then the back yard, without finding a trace of her husband. While she was standing in the back yard, it suddenly dawned on her where he was; knew with a certainty that he was next door with Pamela Pearson, their beautiful, older next-door neighbor. That was why he hadn't called while she was gone. He had been spending all his time with Pam, fucking her. Well, two could play that game.
Helen went back inside the house, bathed, and dressed in a thin robe, with nothing but her luscious body underneath. Using the opening in the fence between the two yards so she wouldn't be seen, Helen went next door to find her husband. And her competition.
Harry had gone to Pam's house as soon as he got home from work that day. He still wasn't over his pique that Helen had left home, leaving him only a note to let him know where she was going. He could have called her; had considered doing so, then discarded the idea. Let her stew. Since he had found out that he could fuck Pam regularly, he was happy to let her come to her senses and return home when she was ready. There was a lot they had to discuss, but it could wait. Pam was keeping him fully occupied, so there was no hurry.
Pam had also made a different man out of him. The things he had done with her had opened his eyes and made him understand that what Helen wanted was perfectly all right. He would tell her so when she got back home. Or better yet, he would surprise her by showing her. Once he did with her the things he had been doing with Pam, there would be no more trouble between them. He loved Helen as much as she loved him. At least. Maybe even more. All he needed was the chance to show her. In the meantime, he wasn't going to let the wonderful piece of ass next door go to waste. If he didn't fuck Pam, someone else would. He wanted it to be him. Not only was she a lot of fun in bed, she had taught him so much.
When Pam opened the door to Harry, she had grasped his hand and took him straight to the bedroom. He went up behind her and grasped her large, full breasts through her thin nightie. She leaned back and asked him if he liked finding her ready and eager to fuck him.
"Do fish need water?" he responded, laying with her nipples.
"You don't think I'm a slut because I like to fuck so much? That you find me waiting for you when you get here?"
"Of course not. Being with you has changed a lot of the weird ideas I used to have."
Her full ass in his groin was making his cock grow with the warm feeling and with his visions of what was about to happen. He was sure his cock had grown bigger since he began fucking this voluptuous woman. It now seemed bigger and longer than before. He wondered if Helen would notice the change in it.
There was no need for any further talk. Harry slowly lifted her nightie, knowing what he was going to find, yet still excited by what she had to offer. As he fondled her tits, her nipples grew to their full size in his hands. They were so big; bigger than Helen's, who's weren't small by any means, and excited him so much.
Pam turned in Harry's arms so she was facing him. Opening his pants, she reached inside and began slowly rubbing his cock. Working hurriedly, she undressed him, then rubbed her naked body all over the front of his, catching his cock between her thighs and squeezing it.
They fell into bed and Pam straddled his cock, her hairy bush of blonde hair gently rubbing his lower belly. Harry looked up at her, her mammoth tits almost hiding her face from his view. Pam loved to have her breasts looked at, admired, and her chest expanded even more under his gaze.
Harry slowly ran his hands over her full hips, up her sides, then under her tits, attempting to hold the heavy mounds in his hands. He ran his palms over the big, hard nipples. Pam put her hands over his as he fondled her tits.
She moved her hips back and forth, his cock resting in the crack of her ass. He wondered if she would take him there or in her pussy. He had come to enjoy one as well as the other. In answer, Pam slid backward, lifted her hips, and slowly engulfed his rock-hard cock with her hot, wet pussy. She lowered herself slowly until he was fully inside her. She would take him in her ass later. Harry continued to caress her huge tits and pinch the big nipples.
"Damn, I feel that deep in my cunt," she said as he pinched and pulled her nips.
"Feels good, does it?" Helen's quiet voice shattered their serenity.
Harry quickly looked at his wife, not wanting to contemplate what might happen now. He had forgotten all about her as soon as he had arrived at Pam's back door. A door they had forgotten to lock behind them.
Pam froze at the sound of Helen's voice. Her face turned as red as a beet. She tore Harry's hands from her breasts and looked wildly from Helen to Harry, not knowing what to do next. It was one thing to seduce the young man, but a totally different matter to have his wife walk in on them while they were fucking. She had read about people in such a situation getting themselves killed.
Harry's cock immediately went limp in Pam's cunt. Helen had a strange look on her face as she looked at the two people.
'Well, well, I was right. I thought you'd be over here, fucking your brains out with our next-door neighbor. I come home after being away for almost two weeks and find you with your cock deep inside her pussy. Is this why you didn't bother to call me?"
Helen's eyes were locked on Pam's tits. One hand was behind her back. Neither Harry nor Pam dared move, or even breathe deeply.
"I just thought I'd come over and see for myself," Helen continued. "And I brought a little something with me."
Pam expelled her breath when Helen produced a twelve inch dildo and a vibrator with a long, slender probe on it. All the tension in the room seemed to evaporate. Pam reached for the dildo, but Helen pulled back.
"Not yet cunt," she said. "Harry has been lusting after you ever since you started your little sun-bathing routine in the back yard. I'll bet he's done things with you he'd never do with me. Your tits are bigger than I had guessed."
Pam straightened up at the remark, proud of the size of her tits, pushing them way out for Helen. She was as surprised as Harry was when Helen reached out to them, cupping them in her palms, hefting their weight.
Removing her hands, Helen stripped off her thin robe. "Maybe I can't compete with you in the tit department," she said softly, "but I can out-fuck you. I couldn't have said that a couple of weeks ago, but now I can. I can out-fuck any woman around." She smiled sweetly at the older woman, taking some of the sting out of the challenge.
Harry's cock had regained its full hardness, still locked deep inside Pam's cunt. He reached out to Helen and ran a hand over her pubic mound, sliding a finger between her thighs. She willingly spread her legs so he would have easier access.
"Your cunt is soaking wet," he said. "This is turning you on, isn't it?"
"Draw your own conclusions," Helen replied, thrusting her hips at Harry as he fingered her wet cunt. Her eyes were still locked on Pam. "Does she really have anything that I don't, except better tits?" she asked Harry.
Harry pulled Helen down on the bed and kissed her hard on the mouth. He was over his shock of seeing his wife. And the way she was acting told him that she, too, had changed in the days she had been gone. He was going to get to fuck Pam and Helen. His own feelings about such things had changed enough that he was more than willing. Helen put the dildo and vibrator on the bed as Harry kissed her.
Helen straddled Harry's head, saying to Pam, "I hope you haven't wasted all the time you'd had with him. If he hasn't learned to eat pussy, you've got to give up his cock."
Pam only smiled in reply to Helen. Harry had not only learned to eat pussy, he had become very good at it. Helen would be pleased with the way he performed. By her statement, Helen was letting Pam know that she wasn't going to stop what had been going on. She was going to join in. Pam didn't know what else Helen was willing to do, but she could hope for the best.
Helen lowered her pussy to Harry's mouth, mashing the hot cunt to his lips. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he was going to take advantage of it. He reached up to fondle Helen's breasts, only to find that Pam's hands were already there, cupping the melons and tweaking the nipples. He put his hands on Pam's hips, holding onto the older woman as she began to fuck him.
Pam's hips were grinding around, sucking up his cock. Helen's hips were grinding around, smearing her cunt all over his face. He speared her pussy, using his tongue in it the way he was using his cock in Pam. Pam was so excited by having Helen join them that she didn't last very long. It had been a long time since she'd had a threesome with another woman. After just a few humps oh Harry's cock, her cunt began gripping it tightly as an orgasm started. She hung onto Helen's tits, mauling them as she came, her head thrown back, her mouth hanging open, panting with the exertion of fucking Harry and coming.
Helen watched Pam come, that woman's orgasm stirring her own passions. Just as she never tired of coming, she never tired of watching another woman do so. She grabbed Pam's big tits, playing with them as she neared her own climax.
"I hope this guy's good for more than one quick come now," she panted, grinding her cunt into Harry's face with an increased urgency. "Have you been a good teacher?" she asked Pam, not expecting an answer. She wasn't even sure that Pam heard her.
Pam heard Helen's question, but couldn't answer. She was too far gone in erotic ecstasy to try. She was moaning and groaning as Harry's cock pounded into her cunt, giving her the orgasm she had been wanting all day. Helen added to her joy by releasing one tit and using that hand to play with Pam's clit, rubbing the rubbery knob with lightening strokes.
"Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!" Pam wailed. "Do it! Do it! Do it!" She showed her appreciation of what Helen was doing by squeezing the young wife's tits harder.
Helen followed right behind Pam into orgasm, flooding Harry's face with her copious outpourings. She bucked harder and twisted faster, getting his tongue on top of her clit where it would do the most good. She knew the instant Harry started filling Pam's pussy with his come. He bit her clit, his body jerking into an arch, thrusting his loins up, driving his cock fully into Pam's cunt as he pumped out his come.
Grabbing Pam around the shoulders, Helen rolled away from Harry's mouth, taking Pam with her. Pam lifted her hips up, pulling Harry's rapidly deflating cock from her pussy. She fell onto the bed with Helen. Helen hovered over the blonde for a moment, then leaned forward, offering her nipples to Pam. Pam frantically mouthed the nipples as Helen's hand shot between the blonde's legs. Pam's legs flew open, permitting Helen's full and easy access to her wet cunt. Finding the spot she was seeking, Helen began massaging Pam's burning clit.
Harry sat on the bed, staring at the two women, amazed at what they were doing. He knew that Pam liked women. She had told him often enough about how much she liked that kind of threesome. Helen was the one who surprised him the most. She didn't hesitate to touch Pam's cunt, to work her clit and shove her tits into the older woman's face.
Spotting the dildo, Harry picked it up and slowly worked it into Helen's cunt. She moaned as the large piece of plastic spread her cunt open. He moved it in and out slowly. Helen increased the speed of her finger-fucking, holding her body so Pam could continue sucking and nipping her tits.
Harry pulled the rubber cock out of Helen and shoved it into Pam's cunt, entranced by the sight of his wife's fingers working on the blonde's clit. Helen took the dildo away from him and began pumping it in and out of Pam's cunt.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me," wailed Pam as the enormous dildo plunged in and out of her cunt. Her hips lifted off the bed, seeking all of the plastic prick.
Harry got behind Helen and shoved his cock into his wife, fucking her doggie style. He could feel her active cunt muscles clamp onto his cock shaft, sucking him in to the hilt.
Pam sucked Helen's tits and came as Helen worked on her pussy with the dildo. Helen pumped the dildo furiously, duplicating the way Harry was pumping her cunt with his cock. She came, milking Harry's cock vigorously, bringing him off an instant later.
The woman parted, gasping for breath. They pulled Harry between them and lay on the bed, tits heaving. Without a pause, Pam grasped Harry's cock and began slowly stroking it. Helen propped herself up on one elbow and watched.
"He's found out he doesn't need all night to get hard again," Pam said, proud of her teaching ability.
"It's about time. I always told him he didn't need to wait so long between fucks. Suck his cock. Make him blow his nuts again." Helen shifted her position, getting her head near Harry's groin.
Pam took the entire length of Harry's cock into her mouth. Helen reached out and added her hand to the proceedings. Pam pulled her mouth back until only the cockhead was in her mouth. Helen leaned in and licked the shaft as Pam sucked on the head.
Pam released his cock and took his balls into her mouth while Helen began sucking her husband's cock. Helen's hand went up and down the shaft, rapidly stroking and milking Harry's cock.
"I'm coming!" Harry hissed, arching his hips off the bed.
Helen took the first spurt of come into her mouth. Pulling back, she continued stroking the cock while pointing the head toward Pam. The blond took the second spurt. Then both of the women were licking his cockhead and shaft as he spurted again and again. They drained his cock and licked it clean, their tongues and lips meeting several times around and over the prick.
Harry lay back on the bed, spent. "I've got to wait a while now," he said. "Come on up here by me and let's get all tangled up together."
The women had other ideas. The rolled together, tits to tits, pussy to pussy. After a few moments of rubbing and squirming, they both realized that wasn't what they wanted.
"Turn around and feed my your pussy," Pam said urgently. "I want to fuck your pussy with my tongue."
Helen got over the blonde, glad that Pam could continue the deliciously exciting sexual activity without a let-up. Pam flagrantly broadcast her desires by lifting her knees and spreading her thighs far apart. Helen stared at the blonde's inflamed slit while lowering her cunt to Pam's waiting mouth.
Seeing the sensual state of Pam's pussy, soaking wet and dark with sensual exhilaration, Helen wanted to immediately reciprocate the exciting caresses she was receiving. Pam's skilled tongue had already begun to dip into the juicy folds of flesh between Helen's quivering thighs and to excite her in a drastic, irreversible way.
Spurred on by the tempestuous sex-storm roiling in the base of her belly, Helen bent down and devoted herself to her own work. Every movement of her tongue brought new and more exciting motions to Pam's ass. The woman responded with violent actions when she felt Helen's tongue going deep into the mouth of her cunt. She had hoped, wished fervently, that Helen was bi-sexual. Pam found that Helen not only ate pussy, but she was very skillful at doing so.
Working together, the two women sucked each other into paroxysms of orgiastic ecstasy. Helen could not begin to count the number of times her gut was wretched into voluptuous outbursts of sexual frenzy. Pam's tongue set off a seemingly endless number of climactic storms in her cunt.
For her own part, Helen seemed tireless and absolutely without mercy as she sucked Pam's pussy into a state of total paralysis. She could feel the quick, strong vaginal contractions each time she thrust her tongue far up the blonde's cunt, making the woman come and come, striving to have more of that confirmation of her womaness, that ability to reach climax after climax without the hindrance of getting a hard-on.
The women brought each other to the greatest reaches of sexual delight time after time. Finally, they rolled apart, limp and spent from the strenuous upheavals of lustful transport. Harry had been forgotten as they mouthed each other to those far reaches. He couldn't help them at that time, after all. His cock was limp and useless. Now, however, they remembered that he was there. Flopping around, they again got on each side of him and granted his wish by tangling themselves in his legs and arms.
Harry hugged the women close, giving his wife an extra hug. "Helen, I. . . "
"If you're going to try to make some excuse about being over here when I got home, forget it. I was pissed at first, but I got over it as soon as I got a feel of those big tits." She looked at Pam and winked.
"I was going to say that I don't know what happened to you while you were away. You're so different now."
"So are you. Pam must be a good teacher. You came, what?, three times in quick succession. That's a definite improvement. And you ate my pussy without a qualm. Before the night's over, we're going to find out what else you do now that you wouldn't do before."
"Who the hell was your teacher?" He sounded very upset at the change in Helen.
Would you believe Marcie?" She wasn't about to tell him about the crew at the tavern and what had happened there. "And don't sound so righteous. I'll bet you've been over here every night, fucking the hell out of Pam."
"Your sister! Suppose I told you I didn't believe you?"
"Then you'd be wrong. She and Mark are swingers. There's nothing wrong with sisters getting it on. Or sharing a man the way we shared Mark while I was there. You'd enjoy making it with them. They're wild!"
Pam spoke up then. "Helen, I hope you're not angry with me. I mean, I did seduce your husband while you were away."
"You have to wonder, after what I just did to you? Of course I'm not angry. Had I been, I would have just cut your throat and let it go at that. You've done a good job with dear old Harry, here, from what I can tell. How'd you get him to start eating pussy?"
"I just threatened him. I told him I wouldn't let him fuck me anymore unless he did. He does a lot of things now."
"Good. As long as he does them with me, that is. Otherwise, I might just threaten him the same way. Wonder why I didn't think of that a long time ago. Has he fucked you between those nice big tits yet?" She reached over and caressed one of Pam's full breasts.
"No yet. To tell you the truth, I hadn't thought of it. Would you like to see him do that?"
"Yes, but later. Right now, he's going to fuck me. I like to come lots of different ways, but coming while being fucked is just about my favorite."
"You've never come that way before," Harry said.
"Not before, but I do now. You just put this nice cock in me and see what happens." She lifted his cock and played her hand up and down the shaft. It immediately started getting hard.
"You want me to come again now?"
"Yes, if you can. If you can't, you can make me come. I'll make you a bet. You put your cock in me and if you can't come, you can have whatever you want. If you do come, I get to have whatever I want."
Harry was skeptical, but he couldn't resist the challenge. He was so sure he couldn't come again, he got carried away.
"You're on. I'm hard enough now to fuck you, but it doesn't matter what you do, I won't come."
"Don't be too sure," Pam said. "She sounds very confident."
"So am I," responded Harry, getting between Helen's legs, holding his prick in one hand.
"Come on, lover, fuck me," Helen whispered, pulling her husband toward her. She was afraid he would remember that Pam was watching and would back out of their bet. She wanted his cock too much to let that happen.
Helen hissed her pleasure as Harry sank his cock to the hilt in her cunt. It felt so good in there. Even though she had fucked several other men while she was away from home, she had missed Harry's cock. It wasn't as big as some of the others she had had, but it filled her with pleasure to feel it in her pussy. There was such a comfortable feeling to it that had nothing to do with size. As JJ had told her, size wasn't everything anyway. How the cock was used counted for a lot.
Harry got one of Helen's nipples in his mouth and sucked hard, drawing it out until it was hard and almost hurting. Then he did the same with the other one, all the while ramming his cock into her.
Helen caught his cock shaft with her inner muscles and clamped down hard, holding him still for a moment. Squeezing and relaxing, she milked his cock as she had learned to do. Harry looked at her in surprise. This was something totally new that she had learned. He was suddenly afraid that she was right; that she could make him come again, no matter how hard he tried to hold back.
"Be careful or you'll come," she teased her husband. "Can you feel my cunt muscles milking you? I'm going to suck the come right out of you, just like I did with my mouth."
"I can feel your muscles," Harry replies, "but you're not going to make me come. My balls are empty." He didn't sound too sure about that.
Pam had stayed out of the way, watching. Deciding to assist the young wife win her bet, she found the vibrator with the slim probe. Inserting the probe in her pussy, she got it thoroughly coated and slick with her cunt juices. Then, moving up behind Harry, she ran it up and down the crack of his ass.
"What the hell?" Harry said, trying to move away. He succeeded only in pushing his cock deeper into Helen's pussy.
"Just relax," Pam said. "You'll like it."
Helen wanted to come again. Knew that she would if she could keep Harry's cock in her and working for just a few minutes.
"Just fuck me, Harry. Don't worry about what Pam's doing. Slow and easy, just like that, honey. Just keep shoving that beautiful prick in me. I'm already coming up."
Pam eased the end of the probe against Harry's anus and gently pushed it in. Before he could object to what she was doing, she had pushed the probe way in and turned on the vibrator.
"Awwww, God!" he exclaimed when the vibrations started tickling the inside of his ass. "What are you doinggggg?"
"I'm going to help Helen make you come," Pam said innocently. "Doesn't this feel good?" She stroked the probe in his ass, pausing when it was all the way in to let the vibrator do its job.
"I don't want. . . I'm not some queer!" Harry yelped. "Get it out!"
"Nobody said you were queer," Pam assured him. "Lots of men like to have a finger in their ass while they fuck. This is just a long, slim finger. Relax and enjoy it."
Perhaps Harry couldn't relax, but he had no choice now but to let the two women have their way with him. He was caught. If he pulled out of Helen's pussy, she would be angry that he had not given her an orgasm and that he hadn't given her a fair chance to make him come. If he stayed where he was, between them they were going to force him to come, no matter how hard he tried not to. That thing in his ass was turning him on too much and Helen's fiercely active cunt muscles were drawing the come toward the end of his dick. It was a hell of a position to be in, but he was beginning to like what they were both doing to him.
Helen went off like a Roman candle as Harry stroked into her cunt, pushing forward harder than normal because he was trying to accommodate himself to the vibrator and probe in his ass.
"Darling, darling, darling, I'm coming!" Helen yelled, tossing her head wildly from side to side, humping her ass up to draw his cock deeper into her. "Fuck me, darling! Shove that hard cock in my cunt!"
Harry thought he was going to hold out and not come. He thought that until Pam found the sensitive spot at the base of his cock she was seeking and until Helen's cunt muscles increased their spasming. The combination was more than he could resist. Those fantastic muscles were pulling on his cock so strongly that the head of his cock was tingling with sensations previously unknown to him. He went stiff all over and then his come spurted deep inside Helen.
His come wasn't as copious as the previous one, but there was enough juice to tell Helen that he had in fact come. She held tightly with her cunt muscles, forcing him to stay deep inside her while his cock pumped out its come. Pam could tell he had come by the way his body stiffened. She continued stroking into his ass with the vibrator probe, making him even more helpless.
Harry was totally wasted now. He felt that it would take a supreme effort, which he couldn't make, just to move. He fell away from Helen, pulling the vibrator probe from his ass as he fell. Flopping on the bed, he drew in great gulps of air, his body trembling all over.
"That's it, ladies. I can't go on anymore."
"We'll rest for a while," Helen said, lying down on one side of him. She motioned for Pam to get on the other side.
Helen reached across Harry's body and put her hand over one of Pam's tits. Pam sighed contentedly and cupped his cock and balls in her hand.
Harry put a hand in each female crotch, his finger tickling in their cunt hair.
In minutes, all three were sound asleep. It was still early in the evening, but they were tired enough, especially Harry, that the hour didn't matter. Helen's last thought before drifting into dreamland was that she would get Harry going again before morning. She wanted to see him in action once more. And she knew just what that action would be.
A few short hours later, Harry awoke to the feel of hungry mouth devouring his cock. His eyes didn't want to open, but his brain kept telling him that he should be awake to enjoy what was being done to his cock.
When Harry opened his eyes and looked around, Helen released his cock and smiled at him.
"Hi. I woke up with this terribly wild urge to see you fuck Pam between those big tits. Wouldn't you like that? I'm very glad she seduced you. I don't think we could have solved our problem without something like this happening. Since you haven't had your pretty cock between those huge things, I think you should do that now."
"Oh, God, baby, I don't think I can do anything for days! You two have worn me to a frazzle. I've always dreamed about having two women to fuck at the same time, but I never thought it would be so hard. I'm just plain tuckered out!"
"Nonsense. Just look at those big tits. Don't they look inviting? They're good for something besides just sucking on. Think hard about having your cock between them. I was going to have you fuck me that way, but I don't know how to do it very well. I'll bet Pam does. She's had loads of experience. I'll watch what she does so I'll know what to do in the future."
Helen neglected to tell Harry that Mark had fucked her that way and that she knew perfectly well what to do. It was better that they not get into that now. There would be plenty of time for that later on. After she was sure that Harry had really changed and was willing to do all the things with her that he had been doing with Pam.
Harry sighed deeply. "Oh, baby, I just don't know what I can do. My cock feels like it's been worn down to a tiny little nubbin."
"No it hasn't," Pam interjected. She had awakened just seconds before and quickly saw what has happening. She had also heard what Helen had suggested and was eager to have Harry's cock between her tits. "It's getting hard again already. I'd just love to have you fuck me between my tits. You'll like it, too."
Pam lay on her back and held out her arms for Harry to mount her chest. Helen held onto his cock, continuing to stroke it as he got into position. He kept thinking that he couldn't fuck again, but his cock was saying something totally different. It was hard again, standing out from his groin in its full splendor, throbbing and ready for action.
"Just move your ass up there and put your cock between her tits," Helen instructed, pulling on his member to show him where to go.
Harry straddled Pam's upper body and laid his prick between her tits. It was wet from Helen's mouthing, slick enough to allow it to work freely against Pam's smooth skin. When his rod was lined up properly, Pam held her tits together, cradling the shaft with her full, silken globes.
"Hmmm," Helen mused. "Now that's an erotic sight if I ever saw one. Doesn't it feel good in there, dear? Don't those soft, cushiony mounds feel good around your cock?"
"Yeah. Yeah, they do," Harry grunted.
He shoved his prick forward between the huge mounds of titflesh, stopping with the cockhead almost touching the blonde's lips. Her tongue snaked out, searching for the purple knob, but her head was too flat for her to make good contact. She was able to only graze the end of his cock.
Realizing the possibilities of the situations, and now wanting to explore them to the fullest, Harry quickly grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under Pam's head. That elevated her head just enough for her tongue to reach his cockhead. She started lapping at it like a kid eating an ice cream cone. The foreskin was pulled all the way back, exposing the sensitive knob to her active lapper.
Helen sat by Pam, watching her husband tit-fuck the blonde. Seeing that his cock wasn't moving quite as smoothly as it should, she leaned forward and added a copious quantity of her saliva to the insides of the heavy globes and over Harry's cock. Then she patted the combination of prick and tits and kissed Harry on the mouth.
"Okay, baby, now give her a good tit-fucking. Come all over her tits and face. You can do it. You can come again if you just try."
Pam held her tits tightly around Harry's prick and he started working it back and forth between the firm mounds. Each time he pushed forward, Pam curled her tongue around the tip. Harry thought it was sort of like being jacked off and licked off at the same time. He liked it. He wondered briefly how Helen knew about doing this. That thought soon got lost in the fantastic sensations he was feeling.
The feelings built. It wasn't long before Harry could feel another come begin stirring within him. Much to his surprise. Those few hours of sleep had done him more good than he had thought. So far, this night had presented all kinds of surprises, not the least of which was the fact that he could get hard and could come so much in such a short period of time. But then, he had never had two lovely, sexy women at once; two women who seemed bent on giving him the maximum possible pleasure. And getting even more pleasure for themselves. Thinking of what he had witnessed earlier in the evening when the two women went down on each other helped bring him closer to climax.
Harry let his urge to come build. Not having to worry about getting a woman off made it easier for him. All he had to think about was enjoying himself. The expression on his face told Helen that he was going to come again.
"You're getting there, lover. Just fuck away between those wonderful tits and let your come fly."
She watched her husband closely, fascinated by the sight. Mark had fucked her that way, but she hadn't been able to really see what was happening. Marcie's tits weren't big enough for Mark to fuck her that way. Pam didn't have that trouble. Her tits were huge; probably big enough to hold two cocks at once if someone could just figure out how to fit them both in there at the time. She pushed on Harry's ass, urging him to shove his prick farther toward Pam's mouth. This allowed Pam to get her lips and tongue around the slick knob, increasing his pleasure even more.
When Harry started pumping his ass faster, both women knew that he was close to coming. Pam sucked and licked harder and faster, squeezing her tits tighter against his cock. Helen kept her hand on his ass, urging him on.
"Come all over her face, lover. Shoot your load out and let it coat her pretty face. I want to see it pump and shoot."
Helen's words spurred Harry on. He started coming, his prick drawn back from Pam's mouth. The first glob of come spurted out and landed on Pam's face. Helen shoved his ass forward. The second spurt of come landed on Pam's lips and around her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, licking up part of the hot cream. The rest of his come followed the same pattern-part of it landed on Pam's face and part of it landed on her mouth. He didn't come even as much as he had when he last fucked Helen, but there was enough to cover the lower part of Pam's face.
Harry fell over on his side, spent once more. And more completely than ever. Helen lovingly rubbed his come over Pam's face, smoothing the sticky cream into her skin. When she had it all rubbed in, she leaned over and kissed the blonde on the mouth, tasting Harry's spew.
"I think it's time for a nice long shower," Helen said, sitting up and looking at Pam and her husband. "A nice hot shower will do wonders for us."
"My shower's not big enough for all three of us," Pam said.
"Well, it's no fun doing it one at a time. Ours is big enough. Let's go over there." Helen got off the bed and found her thin robe. "We can go through the back fence."
Helen adjusted the shower spray so that it was just under a temperature that would have been too hot to be comfortable. Her first thought was that they would just bathe together. Pam changed that thought by taking the bar of soap in her hands and soaping down Helen's body. Her fingers deftly aroused Helen to a fever pitch. Helen reciprocated, trembling at the feel of Pam's hot wet breasts, lavishing suds on her velvety thighs and in her crotch with caressing strokes. Pam soaped Harry down, kneeling to seize his cock in her mouth, eagerly sucking and licking it until it was just hard enough to get into a pussy.
"I've got to come again," Pam said, rising and pressing Helen against the shower wall, digging her slippery breasts into Helen's lush mounds. Her fingers probed the lips of Helen's sex, then slid deep into her pussy and began a hard, thrusting motion. Groaning with excitement and delight, Helen sucked on the blonde's tongue and squeezed her breasts between her fingers.
Caught up in the erotic events again, Harry moved to join the women. He embraced Pam from behind, at the same time reaching beneath her thighs and exploring her pubic hairs, finding her outer lips with his fingers. With the other hand, he guided his prick into her cunt. She thrust her buttocks out to make his entrance easier, squirming herself against his loins. His cock was just hard enough to slide in.
Helen was sobbing deep in her throat as Pam lunged her fingers deeper into her burning depths, snaking her tongue in the raven-haired beauty's ear, then biting her on the shoulder in a burst of passion.
Pam groaned as she felt Harry's cock tip tickle her cunt lips, then suddenly plunge deep into her trembling pussy. She clamped tightly on his hot flesh and reached down to grasp one of Helen's big wet tits in her mouth, sucking and biting its rigid nipple.
As Harry drove deeper into her tight valley, Pam responded with a frantic shivering of her hips, urging him on. Helen was biting her lower lip savagely and clawing Pam's shoulders as ecstasy rippled through her body. She cried out and shuddered from head to toe as Pam jerked her fingers in and out of the black-haired cunt.
"Come!" Pam hissed, wanting the three of them to have a simultaneous orgasm.
Harry steadied Pam's hips with his hands as he drove into her seething sex hole with all his might, trying desperately to come once more. Pam felt his eruption as her own orgasm started. His come was only a trickle this time, but it was enough to get Pam the one last step up the ladder to completion.
For several minutes after it was over, the two women clung to each other, Pam's fingers still in Helen's cunt. Harry sat down with a plop, really and truly done in this time. His cock was a red, shriveled worm between his thighs.
Helen and Pam dried Harry and took him to bed. He was almost like a rag doll, his limbs as limp and loose as his cock. He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
"I'd like to stay the rest of the night," Pam said, kissing Helen, "but I have to be up and about early tomorrow. Or later today. I guess it's later than I thought. I've enjoyed this evening so much, dear. Can we do it again soon? You are one hell of a lover. And Harry ain't bad, either." Pam grinned broadly.
"Oh, yes, we'll do it again soon. And often," Helen responded, returning Pam's kiss and adding her tongue to it. "I would like that very much. And I'm sure Harry would, too. Poor dear, he's all fucked-out." She looked at her husband's sleeping form and smiled.
"I'm also glad that things worked out as they did and that you aren't angry with me for fucking him while you were gone."
"No problem," Helen replied. "You didn't force him or rape him! No one can be seduced unless they want to be. We're two of a kind, you and I. We both like to fuck and come, whether it's with a man or a woman. Or some of both. Some day maybe I'll tell you all about my little vacation. In fact, I might even take you with me one day when I go to visit some very special friends. Or even Marcie and Mark. You'd have a ball. They're all really wild folks."
"Now that I could really go for. I like to fuck in a crowd almost as much as I like to to it one-on-one. Or two-on-one. Or three-on-one. Or whatever. God, I just like to fuck!" Pam laughed heartily. "As you found out tonight. What's the old saying? All's well that ends well? I'd say this night has certainly ended well."
"Shame our fellow couldn't go on any longer." Helen sighed deeply. "But then, if he could have, I might have been tempted to fuck myself to death." She laughed and patted Pam on the ass as the blonde walked from the room.
There was the matter of the bet with Harry that she had won. She would tell him in a day or two what the payoff would be. She was certainly going to enjoy it. She hoped he would, too. She was looking forward to having him and two other men fuck her, all at the same time, filing her cunt, her ass, and her mouth. Then later, they would jack off for her and come all over her body.
She shivered with anticipation as she climbed into bed with her spent husband and snuggled up to him. All surely had ended well and she was supremely happy.
