The census taker's job is rather personal. The necessity of gong into the various homes poses a problem for a stunning young girl.
Our story involves a beautiful girl with a heart who was involved in taking the census. It is a good thing they don't take a census every year, as she couldn't have endured a series of years such as the one she experienced when she took the census.
In many homes she found teenage boys who wanted to discuss with her, of all people, their sexual problems. They explained patiently that they had no sexual outlet. And as she listened to their hard-luck stories about their frustrations, she sometimes felt compelled to satisfy their problems. This was a big mistake. Her sympathetic feeling was certainly to be admired. However, when she extended sympathy to going to bed with young boys, and older men who said they were unemployed, she was carrying her kindness too far.
Yet, the days did slip by much quicker for her, as she recognized there were many erotic thrills to be found in variety. She soon discovered each man has his own sex desires. And she found it "fun" to try to satisfy all these strange and hidden urges that surfaced when she was around.
Once or twice she barely missed the watchful eye of a jealous, suspicious wife. And twice she was caught in her wild ways. But, she bounced back, always claiming she'd cry "rape" if anybody made a fuss about her rath-her strange sex practices, which she enjoyed as much as the men who performed them with her.
She learned enough about sex to understand why men object to their wives limited sex range. So many men complained that their faithful spouses enjoyed doing it only in the "missionary position," with the man on top.
Now, that sexual freedom has become such a popular theme, the men admitted they get bored with the same old Saturday night intercourse routine. They claim they would much prefer trying "oral" sex, and "anal" sex now and then. And this is what she did for them that made them so happy she came around asking how many persons lived in their house.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Helen was finding it difficult locating a job. Her mother finally tried to give her some assistance.
"A young, beautiful girl like you ought to be able to find work," her mother exclaimed angrily. "Your father and I can't take care of you the rest of your life, dear."
There was a certain irritation in her mother's tone that made Helen feel terrible. She didn't want to be a burden. She knew she was a beautiful blonde girl, with sparkling blue eyes and she'd been complimented and flattered through all of her high school days. She'd also managed to remain a virgin. It wasn't easy, considering the orgy that followed the high school graduation. But Helen wore a chastity belt that her mother gave her as a gag. Fortunately, it worked. She couldn't find the lock.
Now that her mother was making such a fuss about her finding employment, she decided she ought to do her best to find work. She went to an employment office and the friendly, elderly lady there, with the white hair and the weatherbeaten look told her she could always be a census taker.
"Do you really think I would be able to do that?" she asked her eagerly.
"Yes, I do. Now it's just up to you. If you'd like that job, I could put you on it. Of course, there is a little risk, these days."
"What kind of risk?" Helen asked curiously.
"There's always a risk when a beautiful girl must go from home to home," she explained.
"Well, I think I can handle anything that comes up," Helen insisted.
Mrs. Malborough wasn't quite so sure. But she thought she would give Helen a try.
Going home that evening, Helen's mother was so pleased that she baked her a cake.
"I'm proud of you, dear," she told her. "At last you are facing up to reality. Naturally, we're going to miss you when you move out."
"Am I moving out, mom?" she asked.
"Of course, dear," her mother told her. "You'll be earning your own money. You'll be happier that way, too, I'm sure."
Helen wasn't quite so sure. But she didn't care to argue anymore with her mother. She was sick and tired of all of the insults her mother had directed her way.
Now at last she was going to find an opportunity to advance. Even though it wasn't much of a chance, it was something.
On her very first day she stared out in a good mood.
She went to the first house and a gentleman in his shorts answered the door.
"I'm the census taker," Helen smiled her best.
"What do you want to know?" the man demanded.
"Could I come in a minute?" she asked him.
"I guess so," he told her. "If you're not light fingered."
Helen brushed his rather awkward comment aside. "Now how many are there living here?" she asked him frankly.
"Just me and my daughter," he told her. "Why do you want to know?"
"It isn't me," she explained. "It's Uncle Sam."
"Why is Uncle Sam nosing into my business?"
She could see from the man's rumpled hair and the distraught expression on his face that he was somewhat troubled.
"How else would Uncle Sam know how many citizens live in our country?"
"All right," he said, scratching the back of his head. "There's my daughter, Debbie, and me. Debbie's mom ran off."
"Where did she go off to?" Helen asked curiously.
"She met an insurance salesman," he explained, "and he fed her a line of bull. I'll bet you she's working now as a waitress. He told her he was gonna make life easy for her. She believed him. Those screwballs lie."
It made her feel so sad she almost felt like crying over the situation. However, controlling herself she asked for a drink of water.
"I'll bring you a Coke," he told her.
He brought her a Coke and laced it with a tranquilizer. She felt so good after the drink that she leaned back on the sofa and talked to him casually.
"Everything looks rather nice here," she observed. "I guess your daughter is well trained to keep thins tidy."
"That's the truth," he told her. "I've tried to be a good father. Told her everything I knew. About sex-about everything."
Helen thought that was wonderful.
"You're to be congratulated," she told him. "So many people are reluctant to tell their children about sex. My mother, for example, never told me a thing."
He looked at her strangely.
"Why was that?" he demanded.
"I don't know," she said honestly.
As he sat there looking at her, he told her he had some strange sexual desires.
"What kind of desires?" she asked him curiously.
"Oh, for instance, right now I would like to take out my cock and jack-off just looking at you."
"Oh, that isn't such a bad fantasy," she told him. "At least it's nothing like Jack the Ripper."
He laughed.
"How broad minded are you?" he finally demanded. She shook her head.
"Maybe I'm not broad minded at all," she told him.
All at once Helen got one of the biggest jolts in her life. For the man she was speaking with suddenly began pulling his thick, long prick out of his pants.
"Oh, Mr. Harvey," she told him nervously, "don't pull out your penis. It isn't proper."
Mr. Harvey only laughed as he looked at Helen's expression. It really got him horny, watching her wide-eyed and wild.
"That's a dreadful thing to do," she told him.
"No, it isn't," he insisted. "It's just a man's cock. Haven't you seen one before?"
Helen confessed, "Once. I saw daddy's when he was showering."
She felt guilty about it, he could tell.
There's nothing wrong with this," he told her. "Just like there's nothing wrong with what you have, honey. Are you ashamed to show me your sex organs?"
Helen gulped nervously.
"I asked you a question," Mr. Harvey smiled as he began stroking himself. "Are you ashamed to show me your sex organs?"
Helen assured him she wasn't.
"Then as a person of your word," he pursued that line of questioning, "let me see your snatch. Nothing nicer to look at than naked nooky."
Helen thought he was being very abrupt and bold.
"Well, you can look at it," she told him, "but you can't touch it."
"Or taste it," he smiled.
Helen's heart was pounding rapidly as she threw her skirt back and pulled down her panties. She wanted to prove to Mr. Harvey that she wasn't ashamed of her crotch.
When Bill Harvey took a look at Helen's beautiful pussy, he almost flipped out. It was a stunning sight to see.
"Ohhh, wow!" he told her bug-eyed. "You've really got a beautiful body. Hey, baby, would I love to tongue fuck your pussy."
Helen wasn't quite sure she heard him right.
"What did you say?"
"I said I'd like to eat your box," he told her. Helen thought he ought to be told off. "You're a dirty old man to say such a thing," she shot back at him.
"I may be dirty, baby, but I'm not old. I'm thirty-two."
Helen put down his age. Then she started to pull up her panties. But before she could do so, Bill Harvey was at her. He was down on his knees and prying her legs apart.
"Bill," she exclaimed, "stop it!"
Bill Harvey let his tongue slip into Helen's vagina. He flipped it across her clit and sucked hard.
"Doesn't that feel good?" he smiled up at her.
She shook her head in embarrassment.
"You shouldn't do that," she quipped in a coy manner.
"But you like it," he told her. "Naught, naughty, but delicious."
Bill got right in there and began sucking hungrily. Grabbing her ass cheeks he pulled her tighter to him. His mouth worked over her crotch.
"Eat it, baby," he encouraged her. "Suck it. That's how you do it. Suck off."
He was anxious to give her a wild tongue fuck. His tongue stabbed into her as if it were a penis. He would alternate the tempo at which he would jab his tongue inside of her. At one point he even held her up in the air and flipped his tongue around her ass cheeks. She cried out in delight.
"Ohhh, that feels so good," Helen moaned in a passionate frenzy.
Bill Harvey knew he had her right where he wanted her.
"There's no law against two adults fucking," he told her. "Let's go in the bedroom. My little girl is still in school. I'm glad she's gone most of the day."
"Don't you have a job?" she asked him.
"Damn it, I wish I did," he explained. "I'm living on unemployment. But I figure I might as well enjoy my time."
Helen thought that made sense. She got to her feet and followed Bill to the bedroom. At least, she calculated, she wasn't going to be doing it with some high school teenager. She hated the thought of doing it with someone who didn't know the proper way of penis insertion. She had heard that could be painful.
"Are you really a virgin?" he asked her.
"Well, yes," she insisted. "You can't bust my cherry, because I did that horseback riding."
Bill looked disappointed.
"That's what all the girls say," he complained. "It's getting next to impossible to find a cherry a guy can bust with his cock. What's the world coming to?"
Helen did feel sorry that she couldn't be the virgin girl of his dreams.
"However, I have never had a man's prick sliding in my pussy," she told him, "and I would really enjoy that."
His eyes lit up at the thought of being the first man to plunge his penis in her.
"Let's go in the bedroom," he insisted again, "and you can lick my prick off and get it ready before I fuck you."
The thought of going down on Bill's cock upset Helen. When he got in the bedroom and took off his clothes, standing before her with his thick, long hunk of meat, she shook her head.
"I'm not a meat eater," she told him.
"Look, baby," he insisted, "this is one kind of meat even a vegetarian can enjoy. Now get on your knees and blow me."
"On my knees?" she asked casually.
"Yes, damn it," he told her, "the ancients used to worship the male sex member. They used to get on their knees and crawl to a guy's prick and suck it. I've read all about it in history books."
Helen tried to remember if her high school teacher had said anything like that.
"Are you sure, Mr. Harvey?" she asked him. "Our high school history teacher never mentioned it once."
Bill Harvey laughed as he watched Helen undressing before him.
"Helen, you're beautiful. Just get on your knees and do as I tell you. I know what I'm talking about. You will like submitting to me."
Helen wasn't so sure. She did remember one time her father tried desperately to get her mother to go down on him. She also remembered the wild things her mother said about her father. It was anything but a pleasant interlude.
"All right, sweetheart," he told her, "you're gonna get a nice hunk of cock meat. Just open your lips."
"All right, sweetheart," he told her, "you're gonna get a nice hunk of cock meat. Just open your lips."
Her lips parted and Bill thrust his thick, long hunk of meat inside of her mouth. Her lips fastened firmly.
"Suck my prick off," he told her, "suck it off. Go ahead, suck my cock."
Her mouth worked smoothly on his rigid, long penis.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Suck, baby, suck."
He was thrusting his thick, long penis in her mouth. Her lips held him firmly. Then her tongue swept over the crevice of his cock.
"Eat my dick meat," he exclaimed excitedly. "Suck off. That's how, honey, suck it."
The thrilling pleasures that tingled through her body now were carrying her close to a juicy climax. She was anxious to have his thick meat in her mouth when he'd shot his wad. She reached for his balls and played with them. He enjoyed the stimulating sensation of her finger tips massaging his cock.
"Ohhh, Helen, baby," he told her, "my twitching balls are ready to explode. Get on the bed and let me screw you."
Helen reluctantly got on the bed and spread her legs for Bill. Bill wasted no time in mounting her beautiful body. As he gazed fondly at her gorgeous bosoms, he began playing with them. He sucked on her breasts, enjoying them.
"You're fantastic," he told her. "Ohhh, baby, I love it."
He sucked on both bosoms and then he once more licked at her pussy. Finally he decided it was time to shove his dick meat in her and fuck it off. Slowly he inserted his penis in her. It was exciting for her to see his big, thick cock disappearing in her hot mound.
"Grab it with your pussy muscles," he told her, "and give me a good fuck. I need it, baby, and I need it bad."
She was eager to please him. As he thrust his hard, long, dick meat in her mound she found pleasure in reaching for his shoulders. Her hands slid from Bill's broad shoulders down to his trim hips. She gripped his firm ass globes as he fucked hard. She had never felt such sensational thrills in her body.
"How do you like it?" he smiled, eager to discover what she thought of his thick cock sliding in her.
"It's the most wonderful sensation I've ever experienced," she confessed.
He was pleased that she enjoyed it so much.
"Nice to hear you say that, honey," he told her. "A man-likes to be appreciated."
He continued pumping his dick meat in her mound. Her vagina muscles grabbed at his thrusting, sliding spear.
"Fuck me, fuck me," he cried eagerly. "Ohhh, baby, that's how you do it. Now you're screwing. Fuck off."
The delicious thrills that he felt now forced him to acknowledge what a fabulous fuck she was.
"Baby, you're beautiful," he whispered enticingly. "I just love doing it to you."
Her hands instinctively caressed his ass cheeks. She could feel his ass muscles flex as he fucked her hard.
"Do you like being ridden?" he smiled.
She nodded as a look of satisfaction formed on her face.
"I can't get enough of it," she panted as he thrust in. "Oh, baby, fuck me, fuck me harder."
His insistent cock stabs continued. He was sliding in her with deep, penetrating jabs. She was enjoying it more every moment.
Instinctively, she threw her legs around his. He could feel her hot, moist, slippery thighs as she pumped back to meet his driving cock stabs.
"Oh, wow!" Bill exclaimed as he went on sliding in Helen's hot hole.
A few more stabs and she knew he was going to cum. At the moment of climax when he orgasmed, she thrilled to the stimulating sensation of cuming at the same instant.
"We're right on target," he told her. "Ohhh, baby, milk me. Fuck me off."
He went on thrusting in her. She loved the fantastic, erotic pleasure that she was discovering at this moment.
"Stick your finger up my ass-hole," Bill told the young girl.
Helen was not overly eager to let her finger slip up
Bill's behind. However, she tried to do it. Parting his ass cheeks, she gently eased her forefinger up his tight rectum. He thrilled to the stimulating sensation of her finger sliding up his ass.
"That'll get more juice out of me," he told her as he went on thrusting.
When his cock was slippery he told her he wanted to sodomize her.
"What does that mean?" the young census-taker asked him innocently.
"You'll find out soon enough," he smiled as he rolled her over.
Once she was rolled over, he pulled her ass cheeks up in the air. Then without warning he stabbed his slippery prick between them.
"What are you going to do?" she demanded as she felt him riding up her butt. "Ouch!" she exclaimed as she felt his huge, thick dick gliding up her ass-hole.
"I'm gonna fuck your ass," he told her as he went on pounding his prick up her behind.
Bill's balls slapped against her ass cheeks as he rammed it to her in hard, forceful strokes.
"Stop it, stop it," she begged. "Ohhh, stop it. It hurts."
Bill was glad that it did hurt. He didn't care one bit about her complaints. He was interested only in getting his rocks off and quickly.
"Ohhh, what a tight ass you've got," he told her. "I know you're virgin ass. Ohhh, baby, just keep your butt moving."
It was strange how she instinctively knew what would prompt him into climax. She kept her butt bucking back to his driving jabs.
"Fuck me, fuck me," he insisted.
Her ass gyrated as he rammed in all the way. A few more stabs and he got his rocks off.
"Ohhh, baby," Bill panted as he finished fucking her ass, I'm juicing."
The hot sperm spurted up her ass-hole. He thrust in a few more times, then eased out, rolling over and laying down.
"I'm never gonna get my census taken," she said as she got off the bed.
"That's your problem," he told her. "I'm all fucked out."
Helen thought the least Bill could do would be to say thank you. She made a mental note of this and wondered if all men never said "thanks" after they had taken sexual advantages.
Helen got dressed and calmly went down the street.
CHAPTER TWO
When Helen was walking down the street, she couldn't help thinking what an eventful day she was having.
She rapped at the door of a red house that was built like a barn. It was a very beautiful home with white trim and a green lawn which looked as if a gardener had taken precise care of it.
A woman answered the door and asked her what she wanted.
"I'm the census taker," Helen explained, "and I wondered how many people lived here."
The woman was abrupt with her.
"Too many for comfort, honey," she told her. "There's my cousin, two uncles, my daughter, my husband and me. I guess you can figure out what a tough time we have using two bedrooms."
Helen smiled and took her name and all of the information and then marched on, without even going into the home.
As Helen walked to the next house, she observed a young, nice-looking boy mowing the front lawn. She noticed his rippling muscles and the obvious energy he had. She envied him. She didn't feel like walking down the street, to say nothing of mowing lawns in the summer sun.
The young boy seemed happy to see her walking to his front door.
"Nobody's home," he called out to her. "Can I help you?"
Helen smiled.
"I'm the census-taker," she told him, "and I was wondering how many people live here."
Eager to take a break, the young boy came over and introduced himself.
"I'm Charlie Rogers," he told her, "and I live here with my mom and dad and older brother. Why don't you come in a minute? HI get you a Coke."
Helen didn't think it was appropriate for him to be getting her a Coke. She was eager to get on her way. However, when the young boy walked closer and she saw what a handsome stud he was, she felt a sudden urge to get better acquainted with him.
"I am rather thirsty," she commented.
That was all the young lad needed to hear.
"Very good," he told her. I'll get you something."
They went into the house and he got her a Coke. As she sat there sipping a Coke, Charlie told her that he found her attractive.
"You shouldn't be talking that way to me," she told him. "I am on business now."
Charlie surprised Helen. He went into the kitchen and brought her another Coke. Then he went into the bedroom. He came out of the bedroom with a towel wrapped around him.
"I just finished showering," he told her, "and I thought I would join you now for a drink."
At that point in time his towel fell to the floor. Helen let out a howl of surprise.
"Charlie," she exclaimed, "put your clothes on."
Charlie paid no attention to her. He was stroking himself.
"Do you like watching?" he smiled.
It was surprising to Helen that anybody could be quite this crude or bold.
"You're acting indecently," she told him, "and I'm gonna get out of here."
Helen should never have revealed what she planned to do. For seconds later Charlie was on her. Grabbing her roughly now he told her not to make a sound.
"You are suggesting rape," she complained.
He nodded and smiled as he pressed his naked body against hers. Wrapping his arms around her, he felt of her ass globes.
"Take your hands off me," Helen insisted.
He wouldn't do so.
"Now enjoy yourself," he told her.
Helen felt awful as he kept pressing his penis against her.
"We would enjoy this a lot more in the bedroom," Charlie insisted.
"I wouldn't enjoy having anything to do with you," she assured him.
No matter what she said, he was paying no attention to her. He was figuring that she really wanted it, as he could feel her pussy pressing back to meet his cock.
Finally he pulled away and walked naked to the bedroom. It was strange how Helen had been hypnotized into following him.
Once in the bedroom, he closed the door and made it a point to pull the drapes.
"Let's see what the little old census-taker looks like in the buff," he told her.
Helen wasn't accustomed to a man acting so crudely. However, she figured she had nothing to hide. Once she'd stepped out of her clothes he told her how beautiful she was.
"You've got a gorgeous body," he assured her, "and I know just what to do with it." Helen smiled at him.
"You want to eat me, don't you?" she smiled. He nodded hungrily. He licked his lips as he came over to her.
"Now you listen to me," he told her. "You're gonna get fucked and fucked good."
Helen was anxious to give him a good time.
"All right, tiger," she told him, "give me a good screw. I want to feel it sliding in me."
She got on the bed and spread her legs for him. In no time at all Charlie was on top of her. As he began thrusting his manhood in her mound, she found she loved it. Her pussy muscles responded instinctively to his thrusting cock stabs.
Reaching out she grabbed his ass cheeks. She squeezed and massaged his buttocks as he went on furiously fucking her.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried anxiously. "That's what I want you to do. Give me a good screw."
As he hammered his cock home, he felt Helen's hot hands grasping at his ass globes. He loved the way she pinched and squeezed his buttocks as he fucked her.
"Snap your pussy," he implored her.
Helen didn't know what that meant. But he quickly explained to her how she could do it for him effectively.
"When I thrust it in there," he told her, "you let your pussy muscles grab it. That's how. Grab it, just like that."
It pleased Helen to learn a few things about fucking. After all, she thought to herself, she had to know sometime.
He continued cramming his cock in her pussy in a regular, rhythmic beat.
"Fuck, fuck," he exclaimed excitedly, "that's how you do it. Come on, baby, fuck it."
As he continued plunging his rigid prick into her pussy, he told her what else he expected.
"Finger fuck my ass-hole, Helen."
Helen parted Charlie's buttocks. Slowly she eased her finger between his ass cheeks. As he pumped up, she got her finger slipping into his tight anus. He loved the sensation of his prostate being massaged.
"I want you to do it for me, baby," he begged eagerly. "Just like that. Now you're fucking. Come on, fuck it, fuck it."
He was sliding in her with hard, deep thrusts. She loved the stimulating sensation of his rigid prick gliding in her pussy.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "now you're screwing. Come on. Fuck it, fuck."
She withdrew her finger from Charlie's ass-hole and gently caressed and massaged his round, firm buttocks. He loved the sensation of her hot hands grabbing his ass cheeks as he continued plunging penis into her willing pussy hole.
"Ohhh," he exclaimed passionately, "I love it when you screw like that. Come on, baby, fuck me, fuck me."
He was thrusting it into her with magnificent movements now. She was responding with every jab of his thick, long prick. She threw her arms around him, clutching him tightly.
"Give it to me," she begged feverishly. "Fuck me, fuck me."
Passionately he went on plunging his rigid manhood into her hot pussy hole. She would feel the walls of her vagina juicing as the big prick continued stabbing in her. It wouldn't be long now before she was cuming.
"Screw me," she asked him.
It was as if the dam had burst within her. She had held back for a long time when she'd wanted sex. Now that she'd given in to her own erotic feelings, she couldn't get enough of it. She threw her legs around his as he fucked in deep.
"More, baby, more," she begged feverishly. "I want to be fucked. That's how. Now you're doing it, honey. Fuck me."
He was riding in her rhythmically. And she was responding by pushing back to him. It didn't take long before Charlie's cock exploded.
Just as Charlie's loaded pecker finished shooting in her mound, his brother came into the bedroom.
"Hi, Charlie," Dale smiled as he watched his brother pulling his cock out of Helen's pussy.
Charlie was embarrassed. He knew that he wasn't supposed to become involved with women. Dale was two years older and figured he was the man of the house.
"Hey, let me have you, baby," he told her. "Only I like it from behind."
Helen knew what that meant.
"I've got to go," she whimpered. "I'm just the census-taker. Please, don't bother me."
Dale smiled confidently as he pushed her back down on the bed.
"You know, he's just a kid," Dale said, a tone of menace in his voice. "You were molesting a kid."
That was the only piece of information he needed to know.
"Now you're gonna get screwed," he announced, "and screwed good."
He hastily stripped. And then he told Helen to get on her knees.
"Why?" she shot back at him. "Why should I listen to you?"
"Because I tell you so," Dale said, anger flaring in his voice.
Helen knew he meant business. Dale had a mean, sadistic expression on his face that she didn't appreciate. As he stood there stroking his rigid prick, she knew he expected plenty of action and quick. Finally she did get on her knees and bent over all the way. It didn't take long for Dale to get behind her. Gripping her smooth, silken ass cheeks he parted them gently. And then spitting in his hand, he applied his own spittle to his penis.
"You're gonna get fucked, baby," he smiled, "and fucked good."
Just as he said that, he shoved his man meat right up her ass-hole. With quick, deep, penetrating stabs he fucked her wildly.
"Beautiful," he exclaimed excitedly, "that's how I like it. Now you're fucking. Come on, baby, fuck it. Fuck it."
With determination and drive he kept his big cock stabbing in her butt.
"Grind your ass," he told her. "Don't be a dead butt. Put some action in your ass-hole."
Helen recognized that not only must she be degraded like this, but she must cooperate and participate in her own degradation. Tears were coming down her cheeks now. But it didn't make Dale feel sorry for her. Instead, it seemed to whip him into a frenzy of erotic sex pleasure. Throwing his head from side to side as he closed his eyes and savored the delicious thrills that he was experiencing his hard, rigid man meat stabbed up her hot, tight ass-hole he watched her.
"Fuck it," he exclaimed excitedly. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
He was ramming it in her ass now with penetrating, deep cock stabs.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Come on, fuck, fuck."
Helen began understanding what ass screwing was all about. However, she bitterly resented sodomy. Vividly she remembered her class in high school in sex education where sodomy was pointed out as a very perverse sexual practice.
"Ohhh, it feels so good in your ass," the young stud panted as he went on thrusting his thick, long man meat right up the young girl's behind.
Helen's tortured ass had to take it. She couldn't stop him now. He was coming on strong.
"Fuck, baby," he begged her eagerly. "Fuck it."
With determination and drive he continued riding up her ass-hole.
"You're beautiful," he told her. "That's the way I want it. Now you're screwing. Fuck."
He was driving in with deep, long strokes. Bending over, he gripped her bosoms. He pinched the nipples excitedly.
"That's what I want you to do," he told her. "Screw it."
She was getting more aroused every moment.
"Oh, wow!" he exclaimed. "Now you're fucking. Come on, baby, fuck, fuck."
With a few more cock stabs, he knew that he would be cuming. But Dale wanted his brother to add to his pleasure. Glancing over his shoulder at Charlie, who was standing close-by, starting to jack-off, he told his brother what he expected.
"Grab my belt, Charlie," he told him, "and whip my ass while I screw her. It'll give me some good rhythm. That's the best way to fuck. With good rhythm."
Charlie accommodated his older brother. He got his belt out and began lashing it across Dale's bare bottom. It did help Dale. It provided the inspiration that he required to give a wild screw.
"Fuck it," he gasped excitedly as he went on ramming it into poor Helen's twisting ass. "I'm almost there," he exclaimed excitedly. "That's the way I like it. Now you're doing it. Come on, fuck, fuck."
Riding rhythmically up her ass-hole, he finally bent over and clutched her bosoms. He squeezed her full breasts in his hot hands as he went on jabbing it to her.
"Ohhh, baby," he exclaimed passionately, "you really know how to give a good screw. Fuck it, fuck it."
He was invading her hot, tight ass-hole with savage stabs at this moment.
"I love it," she cried ecstatically. "Shove it up my ass. Come on, Dale, screw me."
The census-taker was discovering how much pleasure it was to be sodomized. She'd seen it once in a movie, "Swept Away." In that film it was accurately depicted as a kind of sadistic-masochistic pleasure. When she'd seen it on the screen, she had no idea she would enjoy it. However, when she felt the big prick riding up her ass-hole it felt good. At first the penetration was terrifying. Once her ass muscles had been stretched to accommodate the size of Dale's prick, it felt super. Her ass rocked back to meet his driving penis stabs.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried eagerly. "Screw me."
Not only did Dale screw her, but his brother Charlie continued lashing his bare bottom with the belt. When Charlie got so horny he knew he had to fuck again, he begged for permission to get under her and screw her pussy.
"Hey, Dale," he asked him, "can I get underneath her and fuck her cunt?"
If there was one thing Helen hated, it was having a man speak crudely of her sexual organs.
"It's my pussy," she shot back at him.
Once Charlie had apologized and Dale had stopped laughing at Helen's objection, he assured his brother it would be great to have him join the fuck.
Getting underneath Helen, Charlie shoved his dick meat in her pussy. Now the two brothers were making it with her at the same time. Helen was reaching a profound discovery. She was finding out how stimulating and exciting it was to have the two men sliding in her hot holes at the same time. Her pussy muscles grabbed at Charlie's sliding, throbbing male member. And at the same time her ass twisted as Dale plunged in all the way. Helen was wild now, in a state of sexual ecstasy and frenzy.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried out eagerly. "I want to feel it. Screw me."
It seemed as if she couldn't get enough sex. She wanted it badly now.
"Yes, yes," she cried out eagerly, "fuck it, fuck it."
The two men were only too happy to cooperate. Dale, ramming it in from the rear, and Charlie, plunging it into her pussy hole. Her body was sweating and so was Charlie's as he fucked her furiously.
"I'm almost there," Dale admitted. "Keep your beautiful butt grinding, baby. I'm gonna stab it up all the way."
Dale plunged his rigid man meat in up to the hilt. Without guilty and only lusty desire dominating his feelings at this point of orgasm, he juiced. His hot cum shot up her ass.
"Fuck it, fuck it," he whispered huskily. "Ohhh, baby, you're beautiful. That's the way I like it. Now you're fucking. Come on, fuck off."
With determination and drive, he continued thrusting his thick dick meat in her hot hole.
"Ohhh," he groaned as he finished stabbing his prick in her ass-hole, "squeeze it."
Helen tried to please him. Using her ass muscles as a vise, she squeezed all of the sperm load from his penis head.
Dale shoved his prick in and out of her slick, curn-coated ass-hole as his brother Charlie finished plunging his penis in her hot pussy. Charlie looked up at her swinging, big boobs and grabbed one. And then he stabbed his prick in her savagely. It was taking a little longer to get his rocks off a second time. But he knew he was going to make it.
"Fuck it, fuck it," he exclaimed eagerly. "Fuck!"
He could feel his brother's throbbing cock as he rode into her ass-hole. He loved trying to match his beat as he fucked hard. A few more jabs of his penis in her pussy and he exploded.
CHAPTER THREE
Helen took a lunch break. She had never felt better. It was a hasty introduction to sex, she had to admit to herself. Nevertheless, she was trying to make the most of it.
That afternoon she walked into the Negro section of the city where she was taking the census.
There was a light-skinned mulatto man who was sitting on the porch as she came up to him.
"Good afternoon," she smiled, "I'm taking the census."
The mulatto man eyed Helen's beautiful body and for a moment didn't say anything.
"How many of you are there living here?" she smiled.
"Just me and my dog," he grinned.
"All right," she told him, "and what is your name?"
He gave her his name and then he began talking casually with her.
"It must be a very hard job for a lovely-looking young lady like you," he said in a tone of concern, "Being so beautiful and all, I imagine some sex maniacs are after you now and then."
Judging from the way he was glancing at her cleavage, she had no idea that he was a horny man who might have some wrong ideas.
"I think I'd better be going now," she told him.
At that point the handsome mulatto got to his feet and talked to her eagerly.
"We need some communication," he said anxiously. "I mean, between the black and the white. Why don't you come in and talk to me. We mustn't stay outside. If people see you talking to me they may say awful things about you in the next house."
Helen could understand his concern. She did feel bad for him.
"Yes, Mr. Malone," she told him.
Call me Steve," the good-looking, tall, mulatto man smiled as she went into the house.
"Steve, how come you're not working?" she asked him.
"I was, until this happened," he said, looking at his sprained ankle.
"What type of work did you do?"
"I was a basketball player," Steve smiled proudly.
"Why, yes, of course," Helen said, reminding herself of the many times that she'd seen Steve Malone on television playing basketball.
"I guess I'll be all right next season," he told her, "but it's awful being confined like this."
"I imagine it is," she told him.
As she sat on the sofa in his modest, but very clean apartment, she realized he was a kind, sophisticated man who would not take advantage of her.
"There are a lot of things about being on the road I hate," Steve confessed. "But there are some things I like."
Helen agreed with him. "I suppose you get lonely for your home base." Shaking his head, Steve explained what he did get lonely for.
"You meet a lot of nice people on the road," he told her. "I mean, you always have your pick of the girls who come chasing after you."
There was a certain proud look on his face now as he discussed the assorted women who made it a point to try to go to bed with him.
"I imagine all of that is very distasteful to you," she told him.
"Not exactly," Steve smiled. "As a matter-of-fact, I enjoy it. Of course, I can't take them all on as I don't stay in one town long enough."
Helen thought his morals left a lot to be desired.
"Did you ever think of being loyal to one woman?" Helen mused.
Steve shook his head as he slowly unzipped his fly. Pulling out his thick, rigid penis, he looked at it.
"I'm loyal to Steve, Jr., " he smiled as he started stroking himself.
Helen had heard in high school about men who liked to expose themselves and have women watch while they jacked off.
"Why, Steve," she exclaimed nervously, "you're a flasher. That's what you are. Why Mr. Martin told us that at the high school sex education class."
He looked at her and laughed.
"Did old man Martin pull out his pecker?" he smiled.
Helen shook her head.
"No, he didn't," she told him, "but he warned us about men who would. I'm afraid I must go now."
Steve looked at her lustfully and smiled.
"If you'd put your hand on it," he said in a soft, erotic voice, "I wouldn't have to jack myself off. Beating my meat is no fun. Solitary sex never is."
Helen had to admit that probably was the truth. But she didn't want to give Steve any wrong impressions.
"Steve," she said nervously, "I'd like to talk to you about something."
Steve listened carefully as he reached in, pulled out his balls and continued jacking off.
"I'm all ears," he told her. .
Shaking her head, Helen told him frankly, "I would have to say you are all cock."
That pleased Steve.
"It is long enough, isn't it?" he smiled proudly.
"Yes, I'd say it is," she told him, "and I think it might be difficult for any woman to accommodate all of that penis of yours."
Steve smiled and agreed.
"That's why I never made a fuss if any of the chicks I dated wanted to pull on it. Some of them said it would be easier that way."
Helen agreed.
"Would you do me the big courtesy of jacking me off?" he smiled anxiously.
Helen thought it over for a long moment.
"I suppose it wouldn't be doing anything wrong exactly," she said as she looked down shyly.
"You'd be doing a friend a favor," he told her. "Just come over here, babe, and why don't you sit close? You can reach over and pull on it. It's a big hunk of meat, I'll tell you that."
The beautiful, young blonde census-taker sat down beside the mulatto basketball player. She couldn't bring herself to place her hand on his mammoth male member. He helped her out.
"I'll take care of it," he said as he gently took her hand and placed it on his rigid, long manhood.
Once he had Helen's hand on his throbbing, long penis, he began jerking up and down.
"Pull on it like this," he insisted. "That's how you do it. Just keep pulling."
He pulled up and down on his rigid prick. She got so excited at this point she could hardly stand it.
"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Just like that."
He was eager now to please her. "Keep pulling," he told her. "Faster. Come on, babe, faster."
Helen thought he was asking a lot. It wasn't easy to pull all of that rigid prick meat at the tempo he was insisting upon.
"I'm not an experienced jacker-off," she complained.
"I'm trying to teach you," he insisted.
Helen hoped that she would be a good student.
Grasping his thick, rigid dick meat, she began slowly stroking him.
"Oh, that's so nice," he said in a soft, coaxing, caressing voice as she pulled rhythmically on his thick dick meat.
He spread his legs wide and began pumping back and forth. As she saw his pelvis pump, she imagined how stimulating it would be to clasp his bare ass cheeks and take all that cock meat in her mouth.
"You want it?" he asked, observing how hot she seemed to be getting for him.
"I guess so," she replied hesitantly.
It pleased him that she seemed so shy and timid. If there was one thing that got him disgusted, it was when a woman was too aggressive. He could never forget the chick he picked up one time when she was hitchhiking who said she would suck ass, lick cock and do anything for a price. She was such a crude number that he felt like shoving her out of the car. She also had a high-priced scale for each act.
As Helen continued pulling on his manhood, she observed the tip of his cock was oozing crystal cum droplets.
"Suck my prick," he told her.
Helen clasped his long, thick, penis shaft.
"Suck it," he told her. "Go ahead, suck my cock."
Gripping his long, throbbing penis, she began sucking hungrily.
"Yes," he exclaimed excitedly, "that's what I want you to do. Now you're sucking. Come on, cock eater, suck it off."
Her mouth slipped down over his long, hard shaft.
"Ohhh, wow!" he exclaimed as he watched Helen sucking on his thick prick. "Eat it. That's the way. Suck my dick off. Come on, baby, show me what a good cock licker you are."
Helen tried to give him the best cock suck she knew how. But before she could get his juices, he told her to pull off. She looked at him with a sad expression. Perhaps she wasn't giving him a good blow job.
"We both would enjoy this a lot more in my bedroom," he told her. "I've got it all set up for sex."
Helen nodded. She couldn't find the words to express her sexual feelings.
"All right," she agreed.
She took off all of her clothes and stretched out in the middle of his king-size water bed. He turned on some colored lights and let his stereo blast away.
"I like to fuck to rock music," he explained.
He lay there on his stomach, once he'd removed all of his clothes. Helen lay beside him as he explained what he would enjoy.
"Did you ever hear of a good old-fashioned tit massage?" he asked her.
Helen shook her head.
"It's a wild way to make it," he told her. "Why don't you just use some oil? I'll get you some. You apply it to your lovely bosoms. Then you let your tits slide all over my back. I roll over and you massage them all over the front of me. After that, you give me an ass suck. Following that, baby, I'll let you lick my balls and tongue fuck my ass-hole. At the same time you grab my prick. It's what is called a rim job and a jerk job. It's a very effective way to get turned on."
Helen figured she would satisfy his carnal appetites in this erotic manner.
First he gave her the oil. She applied it generously to her bosoms. Then she straddled his back. She let her breasts sway over his back, working down to his bare buttocks. She swung her breasts over his ass cheeks. He loved the stimulating sensation of her boobs sliding back and forth across him.
"Yes," he told her, "that's the way I like it. Now you're doing it."
The delicious thrills that tingled through his body had him completely turned on.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her excitedly, "come on. Play with me."
He enjoyed the way her bosoms crushed down on his smooth, brown ass cheeks.
"Why don't you slide down to my feet?" he suggested.
She let her breasts slip from his buttocks down to his thighs. She worked her way past his calves to his feet. She pressed her beautiful breasts across his soles.
Then he rolled over. Helen started at his feet and worked her way up. When she came to his chest, he loved it.
"It feels best there," he told her as she swung her bosoms vigorously back and forth across his hard chest.
"Now I would like you to flip your tits at my face. Let me lick the nipples."
His tongue swung out. He licked at her nipples. Soon he was sucking on her breasts wildly. She loved the sensation of his mouth grabbing at her beautiful bosoms and nipples.
Finally he told her to get down around his ass again. Propping his buttocks up on pillows, he spread his legs wide.
"Slide your tits over my balls," he suggested.
"As Helen's slippery bosoms caressed his swelling balls, he got more excited than ever.
"Now use your tongue down there," he said.
He could watch in the mirror as she let her tongue caress his ass cheeks and lick along his ass crease. She was doing it magnificently.
"Suck my ass out," he insisted.
Helen's tongue slipped up his tight anal passage. He loved the erotic arousal she was generating with this action.
The stimulating sensations that had been generated now were driving him out of his mind.
"Suck my ass-hole," he demanded, "and massage my nuts at the same time."
Helen's finger tips gently caressed and massaged his swelling balls as she tongue fucked his behind.
"Now grab my prick," he told her, "and jack-off while you rim my butt."
Helen's hot tongue continued lashing and licking and sliding in his ass-hole while her hand gratefully gripped his pecker. Pulling on his penis while she tongue fucked his ass-hole had his balls tingling and vibrating with erotic excitement.
"Yes,yes," he exclaimed eagerly, "I love it."
Helen was obviously giving him fantastic pleasure now. She kept her eyes open as her tongue swung up his hot, tight ass-hole. And her hand went on gripping his throbbing, long penis. She pulled his rigid prick with all of her force and might.
"Ohhh, wow!" he told her. "Now you're doing it. That's the way. Grab it. Pull on it."
Pulling on his rigid, hard cock she got him so horny he knew that he would be shooting his wad shortly. He didn't want her to neglect sucking his balls.
"Open your mouth," he whispered enticingly, "and slide my balls inside."
Helen held her eyes open as she pulled on his throbbing pecker, which seemed to be enlarging with every upswing of her hand. Her tongue caressed his testicles as he let them slide inside her mouth.
"Ohhh," he groaned in a frenzy, "does that ever feel good. Keep that up."
She went on nursing his balls in her mouth as she pulled rhythmically on his rigid, long penis. He was beside himself with erotic joy now.
"Slip your mouth over my prick," he told her, "and suck it. Suck it good."
Easing her mouth over his shaft, she sucked hard.
"Wow!" he panted as he pumped it in her. "That's the way, baby. Suck my dick meat. Suck it."
With hard, driving cock stabs he jabbed it down her throat. Helen thought she would choke with all of that cock meat.
"Eat it," he exclaimed excitedly. "Suck, baby, suck.
That's how I want it. Suck it off."
His hot, throbbing cock exploded in her mouth. She gobbled hungrily and swallowed his thick, creamy cum load.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Helen pulled her mouth off his pecker, he grinned down at her.
"Turn-about time," he told her. "Let me lick your snatch."
Helen rolled over. He went to the kitchen and came back with some blueberry jelly.
"I'm going to get you ready for sucking," he told her as he insisted she part her pussy lips and hold them open while he spoon fed her vagina the blueberry jelly.
When he had her ready, he placed her ass cheeks on a pillow. Slipping a towel under her buttocks, he went to work with his mouth. Burying his head between her thighs he. started tongue fucking her vagina. She loved the stimulating sensation of his tongue flipping back and forth across her love button.
"Ohhh, Steve," the census-taker moaned in an erotic frenzy, as she felt his hot breath down there.
His wonderful, loud such sounds had her totally turned on.
"Eat me," she begged feverishly. "Ohhh, suck my snatch. I love it. Just like that. Now you're doing it."
The thrilling moment of pleasure had arrived.
"Eat it," she exclaimed. "Ohhh, Steve, I'm cuming."
Pressing her hot, slippery, moist thighs against Steve's cheeks, she pumped forward. He brought her to multiple orgasms. He sucked her hungrily, enjoying every delicious drop of her pussy juice and the blueberry jelly.
Once Steve had finished sucking her crotch off, he asked her a question that she could easily answer.
"Has anybody ever sodomized you?"
She nodded proudly.
"Sure," she informed him. "It felt good, too."
Steve looked at his prick. He had a hard-on and he wondered if she would accept his penis up her ass-hole.
"Do you think you could handle all that dick meat up your butt, baby?" he winked.
She thought a long moment.
"Yes, yes, I could," she assured him.
Steve went into the kitchen. He brought back some margarine.
"I am going to get it greasy," he told her, "so it won't hurt you when I fuck your ass-hole."
Helen couldn't help comment on what a thoughtful man he was.
"Not every sodomist would think of that," she admitted.
It bothered him that she was so glib in talking about everything every other man had done to her.
"Why just this morning," she explained, "one man who wanted to sodomize me simply used his spit. I don't think that's very nice, Steve, do you?"
Steve shook his head, but warned Helen about her talking too much.
"I hope the minute you leave my place," he told her, "you don't run around telling everybody that the big basketball star, Steve Malone, screwed your ass-hole."
Helen confessed that perhaps she had talked too much.
"I'm sorry," she apologized quickly. "I didn't mean to say anything I shouldn't."
Steve explained that people didn't understand sex as they did.
"You and I enjoy screwing," he explained casually, "and we can discuss it frankly. But a lot of people are uptight about it. Ass fucking is considered a bit perverse, so to speak."
Innocently Helen looked up at him now.
"Steve, is sodomy a sin?"
Steve shook his head quickly.
"I should say not. If a guy doesn't force a girl to do it and she wants him to stick his prick up her ass-hole, it's no sin."
Thinking it over a second, Helen agreed.
"What you say makes a lot of sense, Steve. There's nothing wrong about us enjoying our bodies."
It pleased Steve that she was so cooperative.
"What position is it best for me to get in?"
"Frankly, I like to do it on the floor, dog style," Steve confessed.
"Certainly," she said agreeably.
Going over to the floor-length, sliding mirrors, she got on all fours. Steve promptly got behind her. She bent over all the way so only her ass cheeks were upraised for his penis plunge.
Gripping her buttocks firmly, he lunged forward. She could feel his rigid manhood slipping up her tight, hot ass-hole.
"Fuck," he exclaimed excitedly. "Fuck."
Riding in smoothly, he really enjoyed it.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's the way to do it. I love it when you screw me like that. Keep fucking me."
Rhythmically riding in her ass-hole, he fucked her hard.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Now you're fucking. Come on, baby, screw it."
With precise, hard cock stabs he assaulted her ass. She kept her beautiful buttocks twisting as the handsome, smooth-skinned, mulatto, basketball player sodomized her. Watching in the mirror provided a measure of pleasure. She could see Steve's rigid hunk of man meat pull out and shove back. It glistened with its greasy substance.
"Fuck it," he told her. "Buck back to me, baby."
She shoved back. It felt good to have him ramming in deep. As his penetrating cock stabs continued, she accelerated her ass-twisting movements.
"I want it," she cried out anxiously. "Screw me. Fuck me hard."
He was diving in her now with hard, deep strokes. "Ohhh, baby," he told her, "now you're getting it. Buck up to me. Fuck, fuck."
The delicious thrills that flashed through her body as his thick, long penis plunged up her ass-hole had her going out of her mind with erotic frenzy.
"Ohhh," she groaned as the thrilling pleasure accelerated.
Ramming it in with deep hard strokes, he continued stimulating her.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "you really have a tight ass-hole. Fuck it. Fuck."
The delicious thrills that tingled through her body had him completely turned on, too. For he could see by the way she wiggled her ass that she enjoyed it.
"Finger fuck my pussy, Steve," she suggested.
Steve wasted no time. Slipping his hand underneath her, he began finger fucking her clit. She responded to his finger pressure. Helen pumped back in rhythm to his finger stabs.
"I can guide your body," he told her. "You're so responsive."
It pleased her that he could be so completely turned on. She wanted to do everything in her power to give him the best fuck she knew how.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her excitedly, "not you're doing it. I love it when you screw me like that. Keep fucking me. Faster."
Steve continued jabbing his penis in her. He loved the thrilling way that she was supplying him with pleasure.
"Keep your tail twisting, babe," he told her. "I love it when you screw me like that. Shove it to me." He was getting more aroused as she cooperated.
With her tail twisting and his cock slipping up her butt, he felt as though he was ready to explode in her ass any moment. His heavy balls swung against her rubbery ass cheeks as he rammed in with savage, hard force. Even though it was partially painful, she enjoyed it. She was discovering pleasure in the pain of being sodomized.
"Up your ass-hole," Steve gasped as he rode in all the way and exploded his load.
He didn't stop fucking her. He shoved in and out now with hotter rhythm than ever. Faster and faster he was gliding in her.
"I'll get my rocks off again," he told her. "It really felt fantastic. Ohhh, baby, you're beautiful. Fuck it."
He was giving it to her with all of his might.
"Yes, yes," he cried out intensely, "I love it. Baby, shove it."
She was cooperating now, skillfully.
"Ohhh, wow!" she exclaimed. "I love it when you fuck me like that. Yes, baby, yes. I can't get enough of it."
The delicious thrills that tingled through his body as he rammed it up her hot, tight ass indicated how much fun he was having in her.
Finally he finished sodomizing her ass-hole and pulled out.
Looking at the clock on the night stand, the census-taker realized she had better move along. She wouldn't have any work done if she constantly was going to bed with the people she was interviewing.
Hastily Helen took a shower and got dressed. Then she was back on the street. The evening shadows were starting to fall as she went to her last house at a quarter past five.
She worked a little longer as she realized she had wasted a lot of time. She had to rush from one house to the next to make up for the houses that she had neglected when she was carrying on with her newfound lovers.
In the very last house she came across a middle-aged man who seemed to be moping about.
"Why do you look so sad?" she asked him as she was about to leave.
Allan Pearson looked at her and wondered if he could confide the terrible truth about his traumas.
"I don't know whether I should tell you or not, young lady," he said.
"You can trust me," she smiled innocently.
"All right, I'll tell you," he explained. "I'm an impotent man. My wife divorced me."
That did seem awful to Helen.
"How thoughtless of her," Helen shook her head.
"Yes," he explained. "She went to one of those female masturbation circles. They meet once a week. She claimed my climaxes weren't as good as her finger. Can you imagine how I feel?"
Remembering vividly what she'd heard in her high school sex education class, Helen told him what his problem was.
"You have been made psychologically impotent by a thoughtless wife," she told him. "How stupid of her. If she had been at all compassionate, you could have been helped."
"Do you really think so?" he asked her anxiously.
"I'm certain of that," she replied.
"Would you...prove it?" he asked, with a suggestive tone in his voice.
"I don't know exactly what you mean," she told him.
"Come over here," he explained, "and I will tell you."
She went over to where he was sitting on the sofa.
"Now don't be afraid," he told her. "I'm not gonna rape you. I couldn't if I wanted to."
As Helen listened to him, she wondered how he was going to resolve his dilemma. Soon he unzipped his fly and pulled out a limpid cock.
"Isn't it disgusting?" he shook his head.
"Well, it isn't exactly inspiring," Helen admitted.
"No," Allan shook his head gravely, "I'm afraid it doesn't inspire any woman to go to bed with me. I wish it would, too. I'm so hot and horny that I just can't get it up."
As Helen looked at him sitting there with such sadness written across his face, she felt compelled to be of assistance.
"I would be more than happy to give you a hand job," she told him.
His eyes blazed with erotic delight, contemplating the fact that she would be so kind and considerate as to extend to him a helping hand.
"How beautiful of you," he told her.
Helen insisted that he not think of her as a saint.
"I just think it's human," she told him, "for one being to help another. You have a problem. Namely, your pecker doesn't come up."
Allan nodded affirmatively.
"That's true," he told her. "That's very true. I've been pulling on it all morning and getting nowhere."
Helen thought it best that he close the door.
"We don't want nosy neighbors to see what's happening," she told him, "because this is a very unique situation. Of course, I would be fired as a census-taker if anyone discovered I was doing something like this."
Nodding he assured her he would never reveal to anyone their secrets.
"It's just as embarrassing for me as it is for you," he told her.
He went into the dining room and brought back a table napkin.
"I will just place this napkin on my lap in case we have any luck," he told her.
Helen told him that was a sign of positive thinking on his part.
"You're expecting the best," she told him, "but you don't have to worry about the napkin. I can give a very good blow job if I ever get it hard."
His eyes glistened with excitement and gratitude.
"How thoughtful of you to suggest a blow job," he told her. "My wife Myrtle would never think of such a thing."
Helen nodded understandingly.
"Myrtle was more concerned with her crotch than she was with your cock," she said as she sat down and reached for his limp penis.
Helen started off with a very positive feeling.
However, half an hour later when it was still limp, she was disappointed.
"You see," Allan told her, "you're not getting anywhere. I just don't know what to do."
Helen hated to go down on him when it was limp. She thought it would be like having so much mush in her mouth. Looking at it closely, however, she decided she would reconsider her feelings concerning cock eating when it was limp.
"Perhaps," she reasoned, "I could help you. Maybe if I would slip my mouth over it, I would get it up."
Allan Pearson's eyes glistened with desire now.
"Try it, try it," he told her. "One time I hired a prostitute in a massage parlor to suck me. But she did such a bad job I didn't enjoy it. She wore a diaphragm in her mouth."
"I didn't bring any diaphragms along to put in my mouth to give you a blow job," she assured him. "You will get it just as nature intended it."
To prove her point she bent over and pulled his throbbing male member into her mouth and started sucking slowly on it.
"Yes, yes," he begged her intensely, "that feels fantastic. Keep it up. Ohhh, you're wonderful at it. I love it. Just like that."
He was shoving it into her now with hard, rigid force.
"Keep sucking me," he insisted. "Try it."
It was coming up. Helen was pleased. Her hopes built as his penis began swelling in size. However, suddenly he began going soft again.
"What happened?" she complained as she pulled off him.
"You tell me," he said sadly. "I have no idea. It was coming along so nicely and then..."
Helen nodded sadly.
"And then nothing. It's awful."
Nevertheless, Helen felt it her compelling duty to continue assisting him. Bending over she gripped his rigid manhood and began working up and down it. Strangely, it got hard. But just as soon as it got hard, it got soft. It was an awful case. Pulling her mouth off his limpid cock now, she complained.
"This is getting tiresome. Nothing is happening. I thought you were gonna feed me something."
Allan Pearson's eyes lit up.
"You mean, you would actually swallow the stuff?" he asked.
Nodding, she asked him if Myrtle ever had.
"Myrtle would never consider it," he told her. "She was a bad woman. She said some terrible things about my natural desires."
"What do you mean, Allan?" Helen asked innocently.
"She said I was a pervert for asking her to go down on me."
Helen had to admit that was dreadful.
"Apparently, she hasn't been informed of what's happening. Read any of the sexual statistics and it proves pussy eating and cock sucking are extremely popular."
At that point he was starting to get horny.
"You'd better wrap your mouth around it quick," he told her. "It's coming up again."
Hastily she slipped her mouth around him. She was trying desperately now to give him what he wanted.
"Beautiful," he exclaimed excitedly. "Ohhh, I love it when you get down on it."
He was thrusting it into her with deep, hard strokes. She was trying her best to take it all in.
"Oh, wow!" he exclaimed in a passionate frenzy.
"You're doing it just fine. Keep it up. That's the way I like it."
She was trying to do her very best to give him every kick she could.
"Suck it," he insisted. "That's what I want."
Helen was pleased with what was happening. His throbbing penis was jabbing in her mouth at an even, rhythmic tempo that indicated he was ready to cum.
"Eat me, eat me," he cried anxiously.
Helen was happy to accommodate him. She was sucking on his throbbing male member now.
"Eat it," he gasped in a frenzy, "suck me off."
She was determined to give him a hot cock suck. And it wasn't long before Allan Pearson finally got his rocks off in her mouth. His hot, sweet sperm tasted good to her. She sucked all of it out of him.
When she had finished giving him a hot blow job, she eased off his manhood.
"Now I've got to have you," he told her. "I'm a real good pussy eater. Myrtle never did appreciate my tongue jobs."
Helen was so heady with her success that she wanted to give him anything now.
"All right, Allan," she said coyly, "but you mustn't get any wrong ideas about me, I usually don't get this friendly, this fast."
Allan assured her that it didn't matter.
"You're of good character," he told her. "I can see that. I know you don't jump into bed with every man. There was something that I felt the moment you came in that door."
Helen was pleased that he sensed that she possessed sterling qualities of moral goodness. Going into the bedroom they both undressed, As soon as he threw back the bedspread, he propped up her buttocks on pillows. Then he buried his face between her crotch and went to work lapping her up.
She appreciated the marvelous way his tongue could slip and slide along her.
"Ohhh, wow!" she exclaimed passionately. "I love it when you do that. Keep it up."
His hot tongue pumped in her pussy. He licked her hungrily. Reaching down Helen let her hands wander through his hair.
"Eat my box," she exclaimed anxiously. "Suck me, suck me."
The thrilling pleasure that she felt at this point had her going out of her mind.
"Eat me, eat me," she cried ecstatically. "Suck my pussy. Eat my ass-hole."
This was something different. Myrtle had never even suggested such a thing. Allan Pearson pulled his tongue out of her pussy. He flipped it back to her ass crack. Licking generously back and forth across her buttocks, he finally let his tongue stiffen and he stabbed it right up her tight ass-hole.
"Ohhh," she groaned in a frenzy, "that's what I like. Do it. Right up my ass."
To his amazement, Allan Pearson felt his penis stiffen again. Wild things such as sodomy began flashing in his mind. But first he knew he had to eat her. Pressing his hot lips against her crotch once again, he began sucking hungrily.
"Ohhh, Allan," she exclaimed as the waves of erotic pleasure surged over her, "suck my box, baby. That's what I want you to do, love. Do me."
In no time at all, he was hungrily lapping away at her juicy vagina. The erotic fires that burned in her crotch erupted in an orgasm. He ate her hungrily and gratefully.
As he withdrew his tongue from her womanhood, he looked up at her with a guilty expression. "Weren't you pleased, Allan?" she smiled. Allan nodded shyly. "What is it?"
Allan got to his feet and showed her his throbbing manhood. Her eyes indicated how pleased she was with the fact that he had another hard-on.
"That's wonderful," she told him. "Ohhh, Allan, you're such a success."
"Yes," he confessed, "I guess I'm a success. But there's still something I want so bad."
"Whatever is it, Allan?" she smiled.
"Could I dare to presume that you might make room in your ass-hole for me?"
Helen felt like an old pro at sodomy.
"Of course, Allan," she told him frankly. "That would be a real test for you. I don't know whether you could keep it hard enough to get up there."
Allan felt able to meet the challenge. His ego had been bolstered by what Helen had done for him.
"I'll make it," he assured her. "Just spread your legs, baby."
CHAPTER FIVE
Helen's days were always interesting; however, she recognized she had to confine her sexual activity. Yet when she saw a man who appealed to her, she felt no reason to take it easy. She figured she had every right for sex.
She was particularly interested one afternoon in a high school teenage boy who talked to her openly about sexual freedom.
"Basil," she said, looking at the blue-eyed German boy, "we do have sexual freedom in America. Of course, you have to wait until you're eighteen."
Basil shook his head grimly.
"All the girls at school have been screwed," he told her. "That's silly."
Helen wanted to recognize the moral propriety in not involving herself with a teenager.
"I imagine you would like to do it with me," she told him.
Looking at her, the young boy nodded. "I'm ready to go," he assured her.
Helen shook her head sadly. "So am I, Basil," she confirmed, "but it just wouldn't be proper. I couldn't." Basil was upset.
"It isn't that I haven't had sex," he assured her. "I have. But there are some things I haven't had."
This made her curious to know what he meant.
"Exactly what haven't you had, Basil?" she asked him curiously.
The blond, young, teenage boy hesitated before he replied.
"All right, because you asked," he explained, "I'll tell you. I've been waiting to have a blow job. I'd like to get my cock sucked off."
Helen threw her head back and laughed.
"You mean, not one of those young, sweet things at school has let you have a blow job?"
Basil shook his head in disdain and disgust.
"They'll let me eat their cunts," he assured her, "and I can stick it in their pussies. But I'll be damned if they'll let me have a blow job or sodomize them."
Helen tried to explain why to him.
"You will have to wait," she told him. "They're too young. They will try a variety of sexual things when they're older. So be patient."
Basil admitted that he didn't have much patience anymore.
"When I look at someone like you," he said nervously, "I get hot to fuck. Would you give me a blow job?"
Helen looked about nervously.
"I'm census-taker," she shook her head. "I'm not the harlot of the highways."
Basil was amused by the way she put it.
"You're not a harlot if you want to have sex with me," he told her. "I mean, you're not gonna charge me anything. I don't have any money if you did want to charge me."
Helen assured the handsome, young stud that was not her interest.
"It'll be a couple hours before my mom and dad get home from work," he told her. "Why don't you and I go up to my bedroom? That would really make me feel fine."
Helen declined graciously.
"That's awfully nice of you to invite me up to see your room," she told Basil, "but I'm afraid you might try something."
Nodding he assured her he would.
"And why shouldn't I?" he insisted. "A guy has to have a little fun."
Finally Helen thought she would compromise her principles.
"I suppose I could just go up and look at your room," she told him.
In her heart, Helen knew she was just as eager to carry on with Basil as he was with her.
Once in his room, with the door locked and bolted, he began undressing.
"Oh, I didn't say you could undress before me," she told him frankly.
Basil only laughed as he stripped.
"Helen, honey," she said casually, "you wouldn't have come up to my bedroom if you weren't interested in having sex."
Helen knew that was true, but she could hardly bring herself to the reality of this fact. Finally she started undressing when he was down to his cotton shorts. She could tell by his bulging crotch just how horny he was to go to bed with her.
Slowly he eased out of his clothes. As she looked at his long, thick prick, she got horny and hot for him.
"You're a man," she said. "You really are. You're well hung."
Basil didn't know what she was talking about.
"What does well-hung mean?"
Helen explained as best she could.
"It simply means that you have a large cock and big balls. That's all."
Basil was pleased that she considered him mature sexually.
"I can really give you a good time with my cock," he assured her. "That is, if you will let me."
She was more than willing to cooperate with him. Once she had stripped, she went over to the bed. The moment Basil saw her beautiful bosoms, he knew what he wanted to do.
"Let me suck on your tits," he told her.
He was eager to suck on her well-shaped bosoms.
"Ohhh, baby," she smiled at him, "come over here and love me."
She loved the way he nursed at her bosoms like a baby. He sucked on first one breast, and then the other.
His hand reached down to fondle her crotch. She enjoyed the sensation of his fingers playing around her pussy.
Inserting two fingers in her vagina, he flipped them across her clit. The stimulating, erotic sensations that were being generated in her vagina, aroused her enormously.
"Love me, love me," she cried earnestly.
The thrilling, erotic sensations that were spinning through her body now as he sucked her tits and fingered her crotch, had her ready for a pussy-eating job. Basil felt this way about it, too. He knew her mound was moist and he was anxious to slip his tongue inside of her.
"Eat my pussy," Helen panted.
He was so hot and horny that he took no time to get down between her legs. She raised her legs and pressed her hot, moist thighs against his cheeks. He eyed her closely as he let his tongue slip in her slit. Flicking it back and forth across her love button, he held her ass cheeks firmly.
"Eat my box," she cried passionately. "Lick me, lover. I want it."
The tantalizing, erotic pleasure that she felt at this moment had her begging for more.
"Ohhh, lover," she gasped, "suck my pussy."
Throwing her legs over his shoulders, she pumped forward. His tongue swung into action.
"Yes, yes, just like that," she gasped as the erotic waves flooded her being.
Her young lover knew how to please her. One moment his hot hands would be occupied clasping her firm ass globes. The next moment he'd be reaching for her well-shaped bosoms. He liked to pinch the nipples until she howled.
"Eat me, eat me," she cried as she energetically and vigorously fucked his face with her pussy.
It didn't take much of this before she was juicing.
"Suck me, suck me," she cried passionately.
Basil was only too happy to accommodate her. Lustfully he let his tongue slip into her.
"Ohhh, eat me, eat me," she cried as the young boy ate her flowing pussy juices freely.
He smacked his lips and made obscene, lewd sounds as he finished eating her box.
All of this pleased and thrilled and stimulated Helen.
At this point he was eager for her to suck off his cock. And she was just as eager to explore his young body. She was certain that there were many acts that he had never considered, that she could introduce him to.
"Basil, baby," Helen smiled in her most erotic manner, "Have you ever had your ass sucked?" A frown creased Basil's forehead. "No, but would you do it?" he asked. She smiled.
"For you, I will," she told him. "Just lie on your back, baby, and let me get down there between your legs."
Basil lay on his back. She got right down there. She was effective in her action. Helen's tongue flipped back and forth across his bare ass cheeks. The young boy thrilled to the erotic way her tongue slipped around his ass crack. First she would kiss and caress and suck, lick and squeeze one ass cheek and then the other. He was more aroused than ever before.
"Slide your tongue right up my ass-hole," he insisted.
Slipping her tongue generously back and forth across his slippery, smooth ass cheeks, she finally stiffened her tongue and rode it right up his rectum. That was the way he loved it. Reaching for his penis she began vigorously pumping. Basil had never experienced anything quite like it. He never dreamed in his wild, sexual fantasies that anybody could ever produce such pleasure in his body by sticking their tongue up his butt. But he was quickly learning the erotic pleasures involved in ass eating.
"Tongue fuck my ass-hole," he begged her anxiously. "I love it. Keep your tongue slipping up my butt. That's how. Do it."
She was doing a magnificent job.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "that's the way I want you to do it. Suck. Suck my ass-hole."
She was delighted to give him what he needed.
"All the way up my butt," he begged frantically.
Her tongue continued sliding up his tight anal passage. And then as she noticed his quivering balls, she figured it was time to suck them, too. Slipping Basil's big, swelling testicles in her mouth, she licked and sucked them. The young boy shivered with erotic pleasure.
"Suck my balls," he begged her. "Suck me now. I'm ready to shoot my wad. Go to my prick now and suck me off."
It was the truth, she could tell. Grabbing his cock firmly, she let her tongue gently caress and lick to the tip of his male member. Sliding over the head of his shaft she could taste the ooze coming from the tip of his male member.
"Suck me off," he begged her anxiously. "Suck my prick off."
He was working hard now, enjoying it. He was reaching down and grabbing her head, guiding her over his thick, long penis.
"Suck me off," he begged her feverishly. "Suck my cock off."
He held her firmly as he let his penis slip down her throat. Helen wondered how much of this she could take.
"Ohhh, baby," he panted as he pumped it to her, "now you're doing it. Just like that. Suck me off."
He held her firmly as he shot his wad in her mouth. His creamy, thick, fresh cum tasted delicious to her. It was obvious he was a virile, young stud. She had never sucked off a boy this age before.
"Eat my pecker," he panted. "Suck it. Get every drop of it. Get the juice."
She sucked his juicy, hard, long cock head as he finished spurting his sperm load. Sliding off his penis she licked her lips appreciatively.
"What does it taste like?" the young, teenage boy asked the census-taker curiously.
"It's sweet," she told him. "It tastes like liquid sugar."
It pleased Basil that she enjoyed licking him so much. He was fascinated now with her entire body.
"Let me lick your ass-hole," he told her. "You sucked my butt, now I want to eat yours out."
It pleased her when he cooperated. She stretched out on her stomach and he got down behind her. In no time at all he was ready to give her a wild ride.
"Just let me get my face in there," he told her, "and I'll give you a suck you won't forget."
Gripping her ass cheeks, he got his face in there. His tongue flipped along her ass crack. Reaching underneath her, he fingered her pussy. She thrilled to the stimulating sensation of his tongue slipping up her ass-hole, while his finger flipped back and forth across her love button.
"Ohhh, I've never had anyone do that to me," she told the teenage tongue stud.
It pleased Basil that he was the first to love her like this.
"Tongue fuck my ass-hole," she insisted.
Basil let his tongue surge up her ass-hole in a regular rhythmic tempo.
"Ohhh," she groaned in a frenzy, "I love it. Keep tongue fucking me."
The delicious thrills that shot through his body now had him going out of his mind. He never realized how much pleasure he would derive letting his tongue slip up Helen's hot ass. As he invaded her tight anus with his tongue, he imagined how stimulating it would be to let his cock slip up her ass-hole. But he was afraid to ask her about it.
"Ohhh, I love it," she gasped excitedly. "Keep it up. Yes, yes."
The more his tongue invaded her ass-hole, the hornier he became to fuck her there. Finally he told her what he wanted to do.
"I want to ram my prick up your butt. Will you let me?"
Helen nodded and smiled over her shoulder. That was all the encouragement the young stud needed.
CHAPTER SIX
At this moment Helen knew what to expect. She pulled her ass cheeks up.
"Before you slip it up my ass-hole," she insisted, "use some Vaseline on your pecker."
Basil understood. He went to the bathroom and found some Vaseline. Returning, he let her coat his cock with the slippery substance.
"Oh, that feels so good when you play with my prick," he told her. "I love it when you slide your hands back and forth over it."
It pleased her that he was enjoying this so much. Once his cock was slick, she knew that it was ready to stick up her ass. Basil was ready, too. He gripped her buttocks and finally forced his hard dick meat between her ass cheeks. With a deep, penetrating cock stab he plunged his pecker right up her hot, tight ass-hole.
"Fuck me," he begged her anxiously. "Fuck. Come on, baby, fuck."
His prick rammed in savagely.
"Ohhh," he groaned as he felt his cock sliding in her tight ass. "I love it. Ooooh, Helen, grind your hips."
Helen swung her hips from side to side as the young, horny stud kept his penis plunging in her ass. Basil reached for her bosoms. He squeezed her breasts as he fucked her ass-hole.
"Stick it in me," she urged him. "I want it. I want every fucking inch of it. Screw me."
His hard, throbbing cock surged up her ass-hole. She thrilled to the stimulating, erotic sensation of his penis stabbing up her butt.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried eagerly.
Basil hammered his prick up her ass. His balls slapped without mercy against her bare buttocks as he furiously fucked her. It seemed as if she could never get enough now.
"I want it, I want it," she cried out. "Keep screwing me. Yes, yes."
The young, hot, teenage boy kept shoving his hard, long dick meat up her hot, tight, willing ass-hole. Her hips rocked from side to side as he rammed up her butt.
"Ohhh, baby," he groaned in his erotic frenzy, "screw me. You do the work."
He quit shoving in her ass-hole. He let her swing her hips in time to her own beat. It was wonderful the way he was sliding up her ass.
"Ohhh, I'm cuming," Basil grunted as he shot his wad in the census-taker's ass-hole.
The teenage boy thrust his cock in her butt a few more times and then guiltily eased his limpid cock from her behind. He half apologized for what he had done.
"I hope I didn't hurt you," he shrugged.
Helen assured him that he hadn't.
"You'd better not mention it to anyone," she warned him. "They wouldn't understand. They might think I molested you. But I know you needed it. And you know that, too."
He agreed.
"Helen took a fast shower. Then she was ready to go on to the next home.
At the next house, she found a very interesting man. He told her that he was a loner and enjoyed living by himself.
"I don't see how you can stand it," Helen shrugged. "I would go ape if I was all by myself all the time."
He smiled as he assured her that he never got lonely.
"But you say you live alone."
Jeff looked at her in an enticing manner.
"It's funny, but I always find women who like to go to bed with me. You understand?"
Nodding, she expressed his words for him.
"What you are then, is a playboy."
He agreed.
"You might say that." Helen shook her head.
"You can't have any lasting, meaningful relationships carrying on the way you do. I feel sorry for you."
Jeff only laughed as he heard her talking this way.
"Feel sorry for yourself," he told her. "I have a marvelous time. I have a little black book. I call it my nooky book."
Helen told him exactly what she thought of that.
"You're a dirty, old man. You have no depth of feeling. You're superficial and you're much too sensual."
Jeff wasn't sure what she was saying.
"Too sensual?" he asked.
"That means sexy," she explained.
"Why the fuck didn't you say so in the first place?" he demanded angrily.
Helen felt rather cheap about her own responses.
"Maybe I've been too hard on you," she told him.
Jeff nodded.
"You see, I have a lot to offer any woman," he told her. "I've got what you'd call a repeater peter."
Having never heard of this before, Helen asked him what he was talking about.
"I mean, I can get it off over and over. That pleases a lot of women. Women can cum more times than men, you know."
Helen smiled.
"I always thought women did have more than men when it came to sex. You men don't have tits." That got him angry.
"Well, you women don't have cocks," he warned her. "You might say the clit is a little cock," Helen insisted.
"But you don't have balls," he quickly told her.
"Well, I think I'd rather have tits than balls," she insisted. "They're far more beautiful."
Jeff laughed as he agreed with her.
"Speaking of tits," he told her, "I sure wish you'd let me look at yours."
It was not easy for Helen to speak so boldly or bluntly about sex. She still had a very shy side to her personality.
"You would think I was very crude if I did take off my blouse," she told him.
"I would think you were rude if you didn't," he smiled eagerly.
Helen finally agreed to remove her blouse. When she did she was amazed at what happened. For Jeff studied her breasts with such fascination that she thought his eyes would fall out.
"I've never seen such tremendous tits," he told her. "I mean, those are museum pieces. They would inspire a painter. A sculptor would go crazy if he ever had a chance to save them in marble."
Helen felt as though she was in the clouds as Jeff continued talking.
"If my tits turn you on that much," she said casually, "I wonder what my pussy would do for you."
Jeff nodded affirmatively.
"That's what I've been wondering," he said eagerly. "Why don't you give me a chance to see?"
Helen finally figured she ought to favor him with a view of her naked body.
"All right," she said, "I suppose from an artistic standpoint, it wouldn't be wrong to let you see what I have. You sound so much like an artist."
"I am in a way," Jeff explained. "I take pictures. Pictures of beautiful naked women. Frankly, I'm a tit man. I have my bedroom lined with photographs of huge bosoms."
Jeff listened to her now.
"You're very fascinating," he told her. "You really are. I've got to see more of you and fast."
She wasted no time in stripping for him. When he caught sight of her beautiful legs and her thrilling, exciting, moistening, fur-trimmed triangle, he was drooling.
"You frighten me," she said, noticing his reaction.
"I frighten myself sometimes," he confessed. "I'm afraid I get turned on too much occasionally."
Before she knew what was happening, he was over on the sofa with her. His head was between her legs.
"Jeff, Jeff," she told him, "stop it. You've gone crazy. Stop it. Take your tongue out of my pussy."
There was no stopping Jeff now. He threw her legs over his shoulders, got his tongue down in there and was burrowing in her crotch.
Instinctively, Helen couldn't help but respond. His magnificent hand grabs to her ass cheeks as he let his tongue flip inside of her, had her almost climaxing in seconds.
"You're a sex fiend," she whimpered. "Ohhh, Jeff."
Even though she had declared he was a sex fiend, he could tell from the way she said it, that it amounted to a very good thing.
"Ohhhh," she groaned in a frenzy, "suck my snatch. Ohhh, Jeff, baby, what a tongue. It's like velvet. Ohhh, tongue me, tongue me."
Jeff's hot tongue continued surging inside of her. She could hardly stand it now.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "you're driving me crazy.
I'm gonna cum. Suck, suck."
Jeff whipped his tongue every direction inside of her and brought her off. As he sucked her juicy vagina, he nibbled her clit. Pulling his tongue out of her, he told her how much he enjoyed giving her sex.
Now he pulled her to his bedroom.
"I'm never gonna get all of the census reports that I need today," she said nervously. "Not if I play around with you."
Jeff only laughed at her.
"But we've got so many games we've got to play. Come in here, baby, and let's play a few."
Jeff showed what a creative man he was.
"I have a lot of things I want you to do for me," he told her. "And you will enjoy every one of them."
She wasn't quite so sure as he was. Helen waited while he went to work.
"I'm gonna take off all my clothes," he told her, "and let you eat me. But I want you to lick whipped cream off my body. That will make it more stimulating to me and more delicious for you, too."
Jeff stretched out and tossed her a whipped cream container.
"Just press the button," he told her, "and spread it all over my body."
Grabbing the whipped cream container, she pressed the button. She squeezed it all over him. When his body was completely covered with the whipped cream, she was ready to lick him. He held his legs up and watched her. She began at his feet and licked up to his crotch. Then he enjoyed the way she sucked around his ass-hole.
"Yes, yes," he cried earnestly, "suck my ass-hole. Ohhh, baby, you're beautiful."
Her tongue surged up his ass-hole. Then she licked his whipped-cream balls and went on to his cock. Once she got her mouth on his cock, she couldn't help sucking. Jeff could tell she was an instinctive cock eater. Her head bobbed up and down on his throbbing penis as she sucked hard.
"Suck my prick," he told her anxiously. "Suck my cock off,"
Grabbing her head, he forced his man meat down her throat. She gulped nervously.
"Eat it," he told her anxiously. "Suck it off."
It was thrilling to her to see how he was giving her a wild ride. He wanted her on the bottom now. Helen rolled over and he straddled her face. He lowered his butt directly over her mouth.
"I want to use your tongue as a slippery slide," he explained.
She kept her tongue stiff. Sure enough, Jeff pumped his butt up and down on her upraised tongue. This really had her aroused.
"Ohhh," he groaned as the waves of erotic pleasure swept over him, "keep doing that for me. I love it."
He thrilled to her tongue stabs. And then he wanted to let his balls fall in her mouth. Swinging his sweaty balls over her nose, he insisted that she suck on those, too. She sucked slowly on his testicles, stimulating and pleasing him totally. Next he felt her tongue lapping at his prick meat. Finally he guided his manhood into her mouth and watched her hungrily sucking on him.
"Suck my cock off," he begged frantically. "Suck it off, baby. That's the way you do it. Eat my dick meat. Suck, baby, suck."
He was thrusting into her with hard, deep jabs. She loved the stimulating sensations that were being generated now.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "that's how you do it. Eat it."
He kept his thick, long penis stabbing in her mouth as his balls swung at her chin.
"Tickle my nuts," Jeff told her.
Her finger tips flicked across his hairy, swelling balls.
"That's how," he told her. "Beautiful. Keep it up. Ohhh, baby, I love it when you do that."
Jeff was really excited now. He enjoyed watching his cock slowly sliding in and out of her mouth. He liked to see her sensuous lips fasten firmly on his sliding, long shaft.
"Eat my pecker meat," he panted as he pumped it down her throat. "Suck off. Suck my prick off."
He was stabbing it into her mouth with wild abandon.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Just keep sucking. Come on, baby, eat my prick meat."
His hot juices were boiling in his balls. It wasn't going to be much longer until his throbbing penis exploded.
"Suck off," he urged her. "Suck my prick. Ohhh, baby, I'm gonna give you a mouthful. I'll flood your face with my juice."
He kept his word. Jeff exploded his load in her mouth. It flooded her face and dripped from the corner of her lips. Quickly she swallowed him. Closing her eyes in ecstasy as she finished eating him, she finally pulled off his cock. She patted his firm, round buttocks and told him how much she enjoyed the taste of him.
Jeff's eyes ignited with delight as he realized how much pleasure she could give him.
"There are a lot of things we can do, love," he said.
They had a drink together and then he prepared to stick his prick in her pussy. He lowered himself until he was ready to shove his dick meat in her mound. With a thrilling, hard thrust, he rammed it in her cunt. Helen's vagina muscles grabbed at his stabbing penis.
"Fuck me, fuck me," he exclaimed eagerly. "Baby, grab it with your pussy. Milk it."
Her vagina muscles had been given enough exercise lately to where they were toned and expert at gripping the male member. She pulled and tugged on his cock as he fucked her hard.
"Fuck it, fuck it," he told her excitedly. "Ohhh, baby, screw it."
It didn't take long before his cock exploded in her pussy.
"Ohhh," he groaned, "I'm cuming, baby. Fuck me, fuck me."
His throbbing penis erupted in her vagina. She juiced a second later. It was easy sliding now as he rode his cock in and out of her hot, tight, twisting pussy. She clasped Jeff's ass cheeks, squeezing and caressing them affectionately as he went on thrusting a few more times. Jeff took a breather.
"Let me fix you something to eat," he told her, "and then we'll have another go at it."
After they had something to drink and eat, he was anxious to explore her body caverns again.
"There's one way we haven't made it," he winked, "and that's from behind."
She was not eager for him to thrust his huge manhood up her ass-hole. She was fearful of the consequences.
"You might tear me with all of that pecker meat," she warned him. Jeff paid no attention to her pleas. "Relax," he told her. "I'm not gonna hurt you." She shook her head.
"I don't want to experiment with my ass-hole," she warned him.
At this point he was applying KY to his cock.
"Get your ass up here," he demanded.
He said it with a certain sternness that caused her to respond. She was in the middle of the bed now and gently letting her ass cheeks rise up to meet his slick dick.
Grabbing her ass cheeks quickly, he thrust in. Helen could tell that he was a man without mercy. His hard, thick dick meat shoved up her ass-hole in a deep stab.
"Fuck your ass," he gasped as he rutted it up her butt. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
He was driving it in her with hard, deep strokes. She loved the way he was riding. There was a certain wonderful rhythm to his lovemaking.
"Twist it," he told her. "Churn your butt around. Ohhh, baby, you're beautiful. Fuck it, fuck it."
He was cramming his cock up her ass with wild abandon.
"Baby, you're beautiful," he grunted as he continued thrusting in her ass.
Clasping her buttocks, he held her in place. He fucked her wildly. She could hardly stand it now.
"Ohhhh," he groaned, "fuck it, fuck it. Keep your ass twisting."
As he continued thrusting his thick, hard, long cock in her butt, he felt her grinding her hips around. Jeff enjoyed a good ass ride. But he knew enough not to do it too quickly. He wanted to make the pleasure last as long as possible.
"Ohhh, wow!" he exclaimed excitedly. "I love it just that way. Keep screwing. Fuck it, fuck it."
He was ramming it in without mercy. His balls slapped against her buttocks. He had applied some KY to his testicles. That made them slippery as they slapped against her ass cheeks. She picked up his rhythm and twisted in time to his cock stabs. He appreciated the fact she was cooperating.
"Wow!" Jeff exclaimed. "It really feels super when you work with me this way. Fuck me, baby, fuck me."
She could feel his chest pressing against her back as he bent over. Jeff was sweaty now as he struggled to get his rocks off once more.
He had saved what he considered the most beautiful sex act for the last.
"I'm crazy about a good sodomy fuck," he told her. "I love to slip it into a girl's tight behind. It's a fabulous fuck. That is, for a girl who can appreciate it, too."
He was speaking of Helen. For Helen was indicating by her instinctive responses how much she enjoyed being sodomized.
"Sock it to me," she urged him. "Let me feel it. More, more."
That made Jeff happy. It pleased him that she was begging for it. He rammed his cock in all the way. With each thrilling thrust, her buttocks bucked back to meet his driving cock stabs.
"Ohhh, baby," he groaned in a frenzy, "you're driving me out of my mind."
Reaching around, he gripped her firm, ripe bosoms. He squeezed them tightly as he continued stabbing his prick up her hot, tight butt.
"Don't stop now," she told him. "Finger my twat. Slide it in me."
He bent over her. He slipped his fingers in her pussy. Helen loved the arousing sensation of his fingers gliding in her vagina. He rubbed her love button gently and then squeezed hard. She juiced. Then he really gunned his cock.
"I'm all revved up," he told her, "and you're gonna get your ass screwed."
With a thrilling, hard thrust he plunged his pecker in her all the way. His slapping balls against her ass cheeks sounded good to her. And then he juiced. Helen loved that moment. She squeezed his prick in a vise-like manner as he continued gently stabbing.
He jabbed it in a couple more times and then eased off. He rolled over and collapsed.
"You gave me a good fuck," he smiled.
"I enjoyed it so much, Jeff. You're all man, baby."
She reached down and toyed with his sticky prick. "Leave it alone," he told her. "Let it relax, too."
Helen massaged his balls as she told him about her job.
"You'd be amazed how many lonely men there are in the world. They do need companionship and love." Jeff tried to warn her.
"You can't service all the men in the world. I mean, you're generous, baby, but you've only got one cunt."
Helen had to acknowledge that was true.
"But I'm doing my bit," she told him. "I'm trying to spread a little cheer on life's highway."
Jeff couldn't help but admire the philosophical way she looked at giving a free piece of ass to men she met as she took the census.
"I've met a lot of census-takers," he confessed, "but I never met one like you."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Helen didn't mind taking the census. But her mother became concerned about the fact that she was talking so much about sex.
"Why do you ask me all of those questions?" her mother demanded.
"But, mom," Helen insisted, "I can't help but be curious. Did you ever give daddy a blow job?"
Arching an eyebrow, her mother shook her head gravely.
"I'm afraid you're keeping bad company," she told her daughter.
"No, mom," Helen insisted. "I'm in good hands."
Just then her father came in.
"I was in the den watching TV," he told her, "but I couldn't help overhearing what you were saying to your mother. I can tell you for a fact your mother never gave me one blow job."
For a moment Helen thought she had her father on her side. But she soon learned otherwise.
"It's a good thing she didn't," he exploded, "because I don't believe in that kind of sex. And if I ever hear of you doing anything like that, you're gonna be damned sorry."
She got his point. It really bothered her the way that he was acting.
"Daddy, don't live in the dark ages," she insisted. "Pussy eating and cock sucking are popular today."
Her mother plugged her ears.
"Don't say dirty words in this house," her mother exploded as she followed her father into the living room.
She heard them both pouring drinks for themselves. Rushing into the living room, Helen let them know what she thought.
"Both of you live in the past," she said angrily. "You ought to be ashamed of yourselves."
Helen decided she ought to move. Living around such narrow-minded people could never bring her happiness.
She packed her things quickly. She had to make her decision and she did. Her decision proved to be a harrowing one, as her mother was not an easy person to placate.
Her mother phoned her at her new apartment and told her, "Come back home, honey. We are missing you so much."
Helen hung up on her. The days that followed she met quite a few men as she went from door to door.
One time she had a surprising experience when a woman who was heavily made up and drinking, invited her in.
"I live alone," the woman told her. "That is, except for Bonaparte."
At that moment Bonaparte bounded into the living room.
"What a beautiful animal," Helen observed.
"Bonaparte ought to be counted in your census," she insisted. "He's actually human. We love him so much."
Nodding, she gulped nervously.
"Yes, I can see you do," she told her. "Apparently your heart belongs to Bonaparte."
As Terry Gilmore listened to Helen ask the questions for her census, ahe was studying her body carefully.
"Helen, I used to be a model," Terry Gilmore told her, "and I still have a lovely body. I was the top fashion model in my time."
It was obvious her time was long past.
"Would you like to see what I've done?" she asked.
Helen had no choice but to say, yes. She recognized Terry Gilmore would be vastly disappointed if she said no. Terry took her to her bedroom. She showed her a carved marble statue of her fabulous body in her prime.
"That was me," she observed sadly, "when I looked like you do now. Take off your clothes, honey, and let me see what you look like."
Helen thought it was a bit of an off suggestion. However, she thought perhaps Terry Gilmore wanted to compare her body to the beautiful white marble sculptor. Stripping, she stood beside the life-size statue.
"They're almost identical," she observed. "Except you're far more beautiful, my dear, if you don't mind my saying so. You're flesh and blood, so real and alive. I almost feel as though I could love you physically."
Helen was nervous now. For Terry reached out and touched the tips of her tits.
"What are you doing, Miss Gilmore?" she questioned her.
"Admiring you from afar," Terry smiled.
"Not far enough," Helen observed as her hands reached out to her moist, hot crotch.
"I think you feel something for me, dear," she told her. "I can tell that you do."
It was quite obvious that she was stimulated and excited.
"Baby, you're beautiful," she told her. "You really are."
The difficult decisions that were confronting Helen now were driving her almost out of her mind.
"I just bought a new dildo yesterday," Terry Gilmore observed, "and I would like very much to use it on you, dear."
The idea appealed to her.
"All right," Helen finally agreed. "This should be a new experience. I'm always interested in understanding different ways of sex."
At this erotic moment she stretched out. The lovely lady who was disrobing now, proudly displayed her dildo once she had stripped completely.
"It really gives a good fuck," she told her. "It'll stretch your pussy. I use it on my steady girl, Patty. Patty loves to be screwed up the ass-hole, too."
Seeing the size of the pink, plastic pecker, Helen hoped that Terry Gilmore wouldn't suggest an ass fuck. That could prove to be dreadful.
"You're so lovely," she said as she went over to her and began massaging her bosoms gently.
"I wouldn't mind having a fuck," Helen admitted, "but I do feel guilty about it. Woman was never intended to have sex with another woman."
In a husky, low voice Terry Gilmore shook her head and said firmly, "That's what you think."
Stretching out naked now, Helen spread her legs wide. She knew she'd have to in order to get all that pink plastic cock inside her pussy. Straddling her, Terry swung her rather shriveled tits over her full breasts.
"Ohhh, baby," she told her, "you're beautiful. Come on, sweetheart, fuck me."
The delicious moment had arrived. Now she was really going to get screwed. All at once she felt the fantastic, beautiful woman coming after her.
"Fuck me," she cried anxiously, "fuck me."
It didn't take long before Terry was sliding the pink, plastic pecker up Helen's pussy. Her pussy muscles grabbed at the sliding, stabbing penis.
"Right on," Terry Gilmore smiled as she fucked her furiously.
The two women were sweating and panting as they fucked hard.
"I love it when you do it like that," she told her. "Ohhh, baby, you're beautiful. Fuck me, fuck me." The delicious thrills raced through her body.
"I can't stand it," Helen panted. "Keep screwing me. Ohhh, baby, I love it. Now you're doing it. Fuck me, fuck me."
As she continued thrusting the plastic cock in her pussy, she got more aroused than ever.
"Yes, yes," she cried out eagerly, "I love to be screwed like this. Keep fucking me. Don't ever stop."
Pressing her lips against Terry's lips, Helen felt a measure of pleasure as she orgasmed.
Once Terry had finished fucking Helen, she pulled the dildo out and wiped it off with a tissue.
"You have to hurry on now," Terry told her. "I give sex education lessons in about an hour."
That stunned and shocked Helen. She couldn't imagine what kind of lessons she gave.
"I have an afternoon ladies masturbation class I conduct," she explained. "I use vibrators and teach finger exercises."
Terry smiled as she watched Helen dressing.
"Pity you can't stay for the class."
By the time Helen got to the next home, she was grateful she had gotten out of there with her sanity. For Terry Gilmore had some strange ideas. She was talking about a barometer she could buy which could tell her when earthquakes, fires, floods and famines would hit. She said it was very reasonable, just $2.98 and she had seen it advertised in a national weekly publication sold in the grocery stores.
The next man she met proved to be extremely handsome. He was fair-skinned with light-brown, curly hair, beautiful blue eyes and a deep sun tan. There was a picture of a lovely blonde woman on the mantel.
As Helen took the census information from him, she asked him if he was married.
"No, but I live with a girl," he explained. "She's out working now."
For a moment Helen couldn't help but wonder if he worked at all. She didn't have to wonder long, because he finally revealed the facts.
"My wife does the work. She's a lovely girl. Her name is Maria."
Anthony and Maria Cordova. Helen liked the sound of their names.
"Why don't you marry her?" Helen asked him.
"Maybe something better will come along," he explained. "I don't want to tie myself down."
Anthony had a tremendous ego. And judging from his bulging crotch, he also had a tremendous cock.
"Do you think it's wrong to ask a girl to go to bed with you the first time you meet her?" Anthony asked her bluntly.
She shuddered to listen to him talk so bluntly and crudely.
"Of course, that isn't right."
"Why now?" he insisted on knowing. "If you feel like fucking her and she wants to screw, too, why not?"
That question of Anthony's posed a puzzle to Helen. Actually, she did feel drawn to him. His handsome, broad-shouldered, smooth-skinned body possessed great appeal. A combination of the sun tan, the beautiful blue eyes and the curly brown hair brought tingles to her own body.
As Anthony looked at her large bosoms and her lovely trim waist and shapely legs, he felt himself tingling with erotic desire.
"I would love to eat your box," he told her.
Helen got to her feet. Looking away evasively she said she had to be going.
"You're gonna miss knowing what it's like to have sex with Anthony Cordova," he told her hotly. "And that is something no girl should ever miss."
"Why is it so much better with you, Anthony?" she asked him point blank.
Anthony answered her question by pulling out his manhood. He stroked his big, long cock and when she saw the tip of it dripping with sperm, she realized that he needed sex in a bad way.
"Doesn't Maria give you enough sex?"
Shaking his head, Anthony explained why.
"No one woman could ever give me enough sex. I need two women. Baby, I'm so anxious to explain it to you in bed."
Realizing how horny Anthony was for her, Helen decided she might as well go to bed with him.
Anthony undressed her. Then he told her he wanted her to slip into Maria's black lace panties.
"Why the fuck should I do that?" she demanded.
"I like to rip them off," he explained. "like I'm raping you. Just the act gets me excited and aroused. Do you mind?"
Helen couldn't recall ever having met anyone like Anthony. Apparently he wanted her to go through the dramatics of a pretended rape.
"If that's your bag," she shook her head, "I guess that's you bag. All right, let's try it."
The black lace panties were slipped on once she had stripped. She went over to the bed and stretched out, waiting for him to rape her. Before he would lay a hand on her, he put a mask on his face. He wore black leather boots and a black mask. There was nothing in between. He came over to where she was and pretended she was fighting and struggling.
He whispered, "Pretend you are fighting me off. That fires me up."
She could see that it did. All this game playing seemed silly. Nevertheless, if that was really what made Anthony click, she figured she'd give it to him.
His body was trembling with erotic desire as he tore off her panties.
"Ohhhh, you're so beautiful," he told her. "You really are."
There was no doubt about it. The fire was in his loins.
"I'm gonna fuck you, baby," he exclaimed anxiously, "and fuck you good."
He was eager to give her the wildest screw he knew how.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "you're gonna love it."
He got down there at her crotch. Throwing her legs over his shoulders she pumped back to him. Anthony sucked her hungrily.
His fingers worked on her bosoms while he sucked her with feeling and force. When she juiced, he figured it was time to stick his prick in her pussy. He straddled her now and guided his rigid cock into place. Pumping it to her with deep, hard strokes, he fucked her furiously.
"Fuck me, fuck me," he begged.
She cooperated by throwing her legs over his and shoving back with all of her might.
"You're on," he told her. "Ohhh, baby, you're beautiful. That's the way I want you to do it. Fuck it."
He pumped in with sturdy, hard strokes. She loved it.
"Yes, yes," Anthony gasped as he shoved his pecker deep in her pussy.
Her hot hands clasped Anthony's suntanned, bare buttocks. She squeezed his curving ass cheeks and fondly let her fingers slide up his ass crack. Using her index finger effectively, she pumped it up his tight, hot anus, Anthony loved having her to do so much to him.
"Screw me," he begged frantically. "That's what I want. Ohhh, baby, now you're fucking. Fuck me, fuck me.
With powerful cock stabs he continued thrilling her.
"Ohhh, wow!" she exclaimed in a frenzy. "I love it when you fuck me like this."
Her body saw trembling with a passionate lust for him. she wanted to feel his penis unloading in her. At this point she couldn't get enough of Anthony Cordova's cock.
He rutted in her a few more times and then unloaded.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "now you're fucking. Fuck, fuck."
Rhythmically and rapidly he rode into her. "Come on," he told her, "now you're fucking. Beautiful."
The delicious thrills that tingled through her body had her totally turned on. She was shoving back in rhythm to his cock jabs. She was juicing now and he was ready to unload. His jay hung slack and his glazed eyes indicated to her how aroused he had become.
"I want it, I want it," she cried out eagerly. "Screw me.
Finally his cock exploded. As his hot juices shot in her pussy, she begged for more.
"I can't get enough of you," she told him. "Ohhh, baby, you're fantastic."
The stimulating sexual encounter had her fully aroused now.
"Ohhh," she groaned in a frenzy, "you don't know how good this feels. Ohhh, baby, you're really fucking me now."
Anthony was anxious to give her all of the fucks she could stand. He continued jabbing and stabbing his cock rhythmically into her. She was completely fascinated with the marvelous way he fucked her.
When he pulled his dripping-with-cum cock out of her pussy hole, he straddled her face.
"Lick the cum off my cock," he smiled.
No man had ever fucked her first and asked her to suck his cock later. It was a variation. She gripped his hips as he guided his slick, sticky cock to her mouth. She sucked hard on it.
"You're giving me another hard-on," he smiled. "Baby, I'll shoot again in your mouth! Do you like it?"
Without letting his penis slide out of her mouth, she nodded. He thrust it in hard now.
"Fuck me, fuck me," he cried out anxiously.
The delicious, thrilling thrusts were carrying her closer now to a climax.
"Ohhh," he groaned as he continued stabbing his prick in her face.
She massaged and caressed his balls as she knew that it wouldn't be much longer before he exploded.
"I'm cuming," he groaned in a frenzy. "Ohhh, baby, I made it. Fuck me, fuck me."
She gripped his cock and held it firmly. At the same time she squeezed his balls. She wanted to collect all of the cum out of his throbbing male member.
Finishing him off, she decided to give him a good time. She licked his inner, moist thighs and then let her tongue slide to his ass crease. He loved the way her tongue whipped around his ass-hole.
"Tongue fuck my butt," Anthony begged her.
Helen's tongue whipped around his ass-hole. And then she let it slide rhythmically right up his rectum. His tight ass twisted on her stabbing tongue.
"Up my ass," he commanded.
She kept her tongue gliding up his ass-hole as he rhythmically pumped up and down. It was one of the most wonderful, erotic experiences for her.
Helen tickled his balls with her tongue and then he explained what he wanted.
"I want to slide up and down on your tongue, so keep it stiff."
Maintaining a stiff tongue assisted him in what he was trying to do. He let his ass ride up and down in smooth, rhythmic motions.
"Ohhh," he groaned as he finished fucking her. "You're too much. You're beautiful."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Now Anthony was anxious to use her ass.
"Why don't you bend over the bed, baby?" Anthony suggested. "Let me sodomize you."
Helen got at the edge of the bed. She let her legs dangle on the floor. Anthony got on his knees. He bent over and kissed, caressed, licked and sucked on Helen's hot, tight ass-hole.
Now he was ready to ride his prick up her butt. Using his spittle for his cock, he prepared to invade her tight anus. Grabbing her ass, he rammed his prick up it. As Anthony shoved past her tight anal ring, she thought she would come apart at the seams.
He rode up her ass with wild abandon.
"Fuck, fuck," he exclaimed as he drove it in her buttocks.
He liked to squeeze her rubbery ass cheeks. He enjoyed the sound of his balls slapping against her bare bottom as he jabbed it to her. Helen twisted around, hardly able to stand the torture of what he was doing.
"Ohhh," he groaned in a frenzy, "fuck, fuck!"
He was giving her the wildest ride he knew how. She loved every thrilling thrust. She responded by bucking back.
"That's it," he exclaimed as he clutched her ass cheeks, stabbed his penis in to the hilt and shot his wad.
Pulling his prick out of her ass-hole, he got to his feet. He was about to wipe off her ass cheeks with a tissue, when a young boy walked in the room.
It embarrassed Anthony that this young, teenage boy had dropped by.
"I came to mow the lawn," Barry smiled broadly.
"How many times have I told you not to just come charging in my house?" Anthony shook his head.
The boy was feasting his eyes on Helen's bare body.
"Sure wish I could get a crack at her ass," Barry said anxiously.
Helen tried quickly to evade the boy's hot gaze. She slipped under the covers. Anthony laughed as he watched her scramble.
"What are you trying to hide?" he demanded.
She shook her head nervously.
"Leave me alone," she complained.
Anthony wasn't about to leave her alone.
"You ought to be screwed," he told her, "and screwed good. Why don't you let Barry use his prick up your ass? Barry, will you mow my lawn for nothing if I let you fuck Helen's ass-hole?"
Helen began sobbing. This bothered Barry.
"What the fuck are you crying about?" Anthony complained. "I gave you a good screw, didn't I?"
Through her tears, Helen explained, "But I don't want to be exchanged for a lawn-mowing job."
Anthony could understand how Helen felt.
"All right, the kid will mow your lawn," he told her.
She shook her head tearfully.
"I've got no class anymore," she said, her voice quivering with emotion. "I've become just another piece of ass."
Barry was undressing, paying no attention to her cries. The young, hot-blooded boy crawled in bed with her. As he started sucking on her pussy, she felt different about it.
"Oh, he does have such a nice slippery, slimy tongue," she told Anthony.
Anthony laughed as he pulled back the bed clothes. He could feel his balls tighten and tense and his tongue lengthen and strengthen as Barry went to work on her body.
Finally Barry rolled her over. He plunged his penis right up her ass-hole. It got Anthony excited, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Helen pleaded passionately.
She was straining now, clawing at the bed sheets. It was wonderful how Barry's throbbing, young prick had gotten her so totally turned on. She wanted to get screwed real bad now.
"Yes, yes," she cried earnestly, "fuck me, fuck me."
Passionately he plunged his penis right up her hot, tight ass-hole.
The delicious thrills that tingled through his body had him completely aroused.
"Ohhh, baby," he gasped breathlessly, "I need it so bad. Fuck, fuck!"
She kept her tail twisting for him. She liked every thrilling thrust of his young, hard dick meat. Helen enjoyed the insistent sound of the slap of his balls as he rammed her ass good.
Reaching forward, he gripped her large bosoms. He pinched the nipples. She twisted her hips as he went on rutting up her ass-hole.
"Screw me, screw me," she cried eagerly. "I love it when you fuck me like that. Ohh, Barry, baby, I can't get enough. Fuck me, fuck me."
Passionately the young boy pumped his penis up her tight, twisting ass-hole. His thick, long prick stabbed in without mercy at this moment.
"Screw me, screw me," he cried earnestly.
As he went on ramming his dick up her ass-hole, she was so excited she could hardly stand it. Her pussy was stimulated, too.
"Anthony," she exclaimed anxiously, "why don't you suck my pussy while he fucks my ass?"
Anthony crawled underneath her hot thighs. He pulled her pussy to his mouth. He could feel the throbbing, thick prick as it stabbed up her ass-hole in quick, hard, driving movements. He could understand why she liked the way he was fucking her. For Barry's hard cock was pistoning in and out of her tight butt.
"I'm cuming," she exclaimed in a frenzy as she juiced.
Anthony's mouth stayed pressed tight to her pussy as he sucked her hungrily. Enjoying every drop of her delicious juice, he found more pleasure doing it this way than ever before.
Finishing at this moment, he pulled his tongue from her vagina.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "you're beautiful." It pleased her that he enjoyed sex so much. "You have no idea how much I enjoy balling you," he told her.
Realizing that Barry was a minor, Helen got out of Anthony Cordova's house quickly. She certainly didn't want to be indicted for molesting a teenage boy.
At this moment she was eager to get on with her work. She took her census information for a couple of hours and then came to a Freddie Fairchild's home. Freddie was a young boy who said he couldn't find work.
"It's hard on us kids just getting into the job market," he complained.
She looked at Freddie, who looked plenty strong, and realized that he probably could do a lot of things.
"Have you really looked around, Freddie?" she asked him quite frankly.
Freddie nodded.
"I might be spoiled," he confessed, "but I've tried."
He began complaining about his lot in life.
"I can't afford a car," he told her, "and you can't get very far with the chicks if you don't have a car. I mean, they won't even look at you."
Hearing him tell her this made her feel sorry for him.
"That's terrible," Helen admitted. "They shouldn't be so materialistic."
When she was looking down at the sheet to take the census report, Freddie was glancing at her cleavage. She felt his hot eyes fasten on her and it did bother her.
"I wish you wouldn't look at me that way," she told him nervously.
"I'm sorry," replied, "but I can't help it. I can't take my eyes off you."
She looked at Freddie's crotch and realized he had a hard-on.
"Would you masturbate me?" he asked her frankly. "If you would pull on my cock while I look at your tits it would drive me crazy. Better yet, I could finger fuck your pussy."
Helen was amused and amazed at Freddie's boldness.
"Freddie, don't you realize what a terrible breach of etiquette this is for you to suggest such a thing?"
Freddie told her, "I'm not concerned with etiquette, I'm concerned with getting my rocks off. That's normal."
Realizing what Freddie said was true, she came over to him.
"I suppose I could give you a quick hand job. If that would help any."
Freddie's eyes glistened with passionate desire as Helen slowly pulled down his zipper. It didn't take her long to find his cock. However, it wasn't easy to pull the huge penis out from its place.
"Don't break it," Freddie smiled as he watched her struggling.
Finally Freddie had his throbbing cock exposed to her view. It looked so appealing to her that she bent over and let her pink tongue tip caress the head of it. That drove him out of his mind.
"Why don't you give it a jack job and suck me off?" he suggested.
It seemed so sensible, that she cooperated. She bent over. Fastening her lips on the throbbing head of his shaft, she sucked.
"Suck my pecker," he begged her anxiously. "Suck my prick. Ohhh, suck me real quick, baby. Suck me."
The hot, erotic desires that she felt had her going out of her mind with passionate frenzy.
"Suck me," he begged eagerly. "Suck my prick off. Ohhh, baby, I want you to give me a real good suck job."
Helen's lips fastened firmly on Freddie's slippery, long shaft. She was sucking smoothly as he pumped rhythmically in her mouth. Freddie liked to shove his dick meat to the back of her throat. Then he would pull away. Helen's hands were busy. Reaching down, she pulled out his balls and massaged them like marbles in her hands. She could use his balls as an index to his moment of orgasm. He was so hot and horny now that she knew he would be exploding in her mouth quickly. She tickled his twitching balls and sucked down hard.
"Eat it," he exclaimed as he shot his wad in her mouth.
There was something tremendously stimulating about getting her to blow him. However, when he heard his parents' car drive up, he was worried.
"Pull your mouth off my cock quick," he told the census-taker. "My folks are home from work."
Slipping her mouth off his hard, throbbing penis, she hastily went over to the other side of the room. When the young boy's father and mother came in, she explained she'd simply been taking a census.
"Looks like something happened," the young boy's mother observed.
"Yes, we were talking," he explained.
Getting out of there quickly, she did feel nervous about the entire situation. The guilt that flashed through her had her so nervous she could hardly get into her car and drive home on the freeway.
When she got home, the landlord visited her.
"I want to tell you that I am happy you don't cause me trouble like the other women in the apartment house," he smiled.
Helen was grateful that he had observed this.
"I do lead a quiet life," she told him.
"Too quiet," he shook his head gravely. "You ought to have some fun. You owe it to yourself to go out now and then."
Helen nodded and told him that life had become boring for her.
"Certainly it has become boring," he agreed with her. "That's because you haven't been getting out to have some fun. You owe it to yourself to have a ball now and then."
Realizing he was lonely because his wife had recently left him, Helen boldly asked him, "Did you ever get the urge to go to bed with me?"
Richard Steele nodded.
"All the time," he told her.
"Well, as long as you're separated," Helen said reassuringly, "and I'm still a bachelor girl, there's no reason why we can't play together."
Richard's hands were all over her now. He fondled her bosoms and then reached down to pat her pussy.
"If you would take your clothes off," he told her, "we could get better acquainted."
Nodding agreeably, she told him she would like that very much.
"There are so many things I would like to teach you," he told her. "I don't know where to begin."
As they spoke together, he explained what he would like.
"There's nothing I would like more," he told her quite frankly, "than to stick my prick in you. I bought a new French tickler just before my wife and I parted."
"How wonderful," Helen nodded. "I have never had a man use a French tickler in my pussy."
Richard went down to his apartment and returned moments later with the French tickler. By this time Helen was completely naked and sitting on the sofa, waiting for him.
"What do you say to a naked lady?" he grinned.
"You either say 'suck' or 'fuck,'" Helen laughed as she got to her feet and walked into the bedroom.
Observing her beautiful ass cheeks, all Richard could think of was the possibility he might insert his penis up her rectum.
In the bedroom, Helen walked smoothly over to the bed and lay on the crisp, blue linen sheets. Richard stripped swiftly and slipped the French tickler tip over his penis.
"I hope you enjoy getting fucked like this," he said with a horny, hot expression surfacing now.
She assured him she would. They got on the bed together and it didn't take him long before he was stabbing his throbbing, French-tickler-tipped cock in her pussy.
"Fuck it," he exclaimed passionately. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
He was a man on fire as he rammed his thick, long dick in her. She could feel the French tickler caressing the inner linings of her pussy. She loved it.
"Yes, yes," she exclaimed hotly, "screw me. Just like that. I love it. Fuck me, fuck me."
He was driving his dick meat in her pussy with hot, mean thrusts. She clasped Richard's smooth, bare bottom.
"Get a good grip on my ass," he told her.
She gripped his ass globes. He fucked her furiously.
"Yes, yes," he panted passionately as he thrust his hard, long dick meat in her pussy. "Ohhh, baby," he told her, "I love fucking you this way."
He was ramming his hard, long cock in her with wild abandon.
"Fuck me, fuck me," he cried intensely. "Ohhh baby, wrap your legs around me. Let's make it on target. I want us to come off together."
Helen thought it would be inspiring to juice at the same moment that Richard climaxed. He thrust his throbbing, big, French-tickler-tipped cock in her with wild desire. She brushed her great breasts back and forth across his chest. He could feel her erect nipples as they slid smoothly. Gripping his ass globes, she finally parted his bottom and fingered his butt. He loved the sensation of her finger smoothly stabbing up his butt.
"Ohhh, babe, now you're gonna get it," he warned her. "Fuck off."
Driving his French-tickler cock into her with a mean, hard jab, he exploded. She joined him in juicing. Wrapping her legs around him now, she pumped her body forward. He could feel her moist, hot thighs as she kept orgasming.
The wild, frenetic fuck they had enjoyed together had been one of the most pleasurable she'd ever known. When he pulled his cock out of her pussy, she eased the French tickler tip off. She looked at it.
"It's amazing what pleasure that little thing can give a girl," she told him.
CHAPTER NINE
Helen was pleased with herself. She reasoned that she was simply providing some happiness and diversion to people who needed it. For this she could never hold herself guilty.
It was easy for her to understand how many people were so uptight about sex. It was because they had never let themselves go.
When she came to one man's house, she was amazed at what business he was in.
"I'll bet you could never guess what I do for a living," he told her.
She studied Bruce Mayberry closely. He seemed to be about thirty-two. He was an educated-looking man, who was very well dressed. He gave every appearance of extreme intelligence.
"It's difficult," she began. "Perhaps you are a lawyer."
Bruce Mayberry laughed.
"I'm a bachelor," he told her, "and I'm single."
As he continued talking, she had a feeling that he might be a doctor.
"Would you be a doctor?" the census taker asked the good-looking, six-foot-two hunk of man who stood before her.
All the while she was talking, Bruce was studying her body. He was imagining how much pleasure he could derive having sex with Helen.
"I'm afraid I could never guess," she finally confessed. "You should tell me what type of work you do."
At this point he explained what his job was.
"I'm an inventor," he told her honestly, "and I've invented some very interesting things."
Helen followed Bruce into a large den.
"What in the hell have you got here?" she asked, a quiver in her voice as she saw what was in the room.
There before here were the strangest-looking contraptions she'd ever seen in her life. On one shelf there were a series of plastic penises. On another shelf she spotted beautiful foam rubber and plastic bosoms.
"I am in the sex business," Bruce told her proudly. "What is more beautiful than the body? And here we have duplicated the wonderful male member. You can see the penis and you can see the ass. Do you see over there, I have my ass cheeks?"
To her amazement she saw a pair of plastic buttocks.
"That is my latest invention," Bruce declared proudly. "A man can get an ass fuck in his own home with these plastic ass cheeks."
She looked a little farther and she saw the torso of a woman in plastic replica form.
"We have just the torso of the woman," he explained, "so a man can slip it in her pussy. And we also have a complete woman in rubber and in plastic. These sell for a lot more, of course."
She couldn't help marvel at the various sexual devices. But Bruce rolled out a fucking machine that he said outdid the French people who had originally invented it.
"This fucking machine," he explained proudly, "can shoot cream."
He demonstrated by showing her the attachments.
"This is great for widows or nymphos," he explained. "When a girl wants to get her sex, she can use this machine. She doesn't have to be at the mercy of some worthless, mean man who won't give her a good screw unless she promises to do a lot of things for him.
Bruce was looking at her now as if he would go out of his mind. He wanted so badly to have her remove her clothes.
"I'd better hurry along now," the census-taker told the sex inventor.
Bruce Mayberry wasn't that quickly dissuaded from pursuing the woman he found so appealing, so beautiful and fascinating.
"Would you like to take off your clothes?" he asked her.
Shaking her head, Helen told him, "No."
"I would like to use my special vibrating dildo on you," he told her. "I think you would really enjoy that."
She looked at his vibrating dildo.
"I will give you one as a gift if you will let me watch you use it," Bruce smiled seductively.
It would be comforting to have a dildo to slip into her pussy when she was hot and no man was available, she reasoned. However, it made her nervous just thinking about it now. For she knew she wasn't supposed to do this on her job time.
"What's bothering you?" Bruce demanded.
"I really shouldn't be doing this," she explained. "Not on company time."
Bruce laughed.
"Don't worry about it. Plenty of other men and women who take the census do things they shouldn't. Now why don't you go in there, honey, and let's ball together?"
She could hardly bring herself to perform.
"I'll give you a fuck you'll never forget," he said, his voice hot with emotion."
He explained what he wanted.
"You can be using the dildo in your pussy while I'm screwing your ass-hole. You'll like it."
Helen knew she liked Bruce. It was strange how shortly after she met a man she felt an urge to have sex with him. She could almost see the big hunk of meat hanging between his legs. It was outlined in his pants with his hard-on.
"We can do everything," he told her, "but I would like to have you experiment with my invention first."
Without saying a word, Helen undressed. So did he. She saw a mirror which covered one wall of his bedroom.
"Mirrors help sex," he explained. "I even have them on the bedroom ceiling."
Looking up, she was surprised to see he hadn't forgotten the ceiling either.
Helen got on the bed on her side. Bruce lay behind her. He was applying a coat of KY to his cock and suggesting ways she could insert the vibrator dildo in her snatch.
"Now relax," he told her. "You're gonna enjoy it."
She wasn't quite so sure. Slowly she inserted the vibrating dildo and turned it on. Bruce was watching her carefully as she guided the dildo into her hot vagina.
"Now, baby," he told her, "I want you to give yourself a good screw. I know just what you ought to do."
He was sliding his cock up her ass-hole as she let the slippery dildo slide in her pussy. He had purposely coated it with KY so it would glide smoothly in her vagina.
As she felt it fucking her pussy, she enjoyed it.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she finally begged.
At first she had hated the idea of carrying on sexually like this. Now she was enjoying it.
"Yes, baby," he told her anxiously, "fuck it."
Bruce continued plunging his hard, long dick in her ass-hole. And at the same time he watched in the mirror as she inserted the plastic dildo in her pussy. She was twisting and writhing around all over the bed, obviously enjoying herself.
"Fuck, fuck," he grunted as he rhythmically rode in her.
Helen loved the stimulating sensations that he was creating in her crotch.
"Ohhh, baby," he whispered enticingly, "now you're doing it. I love it."
The delicious thrills that he felt at this erotic moment were carrying him close to a climax.
"Come on and fuck me," he exclaimed anxiously. "Put some action in your ass."
Helen was discovering the difficulty of having her ass screwed while she was plunging the dildo into her pussy. It took a lot of effort.
"Ohhh," she groaned in a frenzy, "that feels fantastic. Fuck me, fuck me."
Plunging the plastic cock into her womanhood, she thrilled to the erotic sensation now.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "I love it when you screw me like this. Keep fucking me."
Helen kept her ass grinding around, trying to provide him with the thrills he sought so hungrily.
"Ohhh, I'm cuming," he gasped as he shoved his man meat up her ass-hole and stabbed without mercy.
It was amazing how he could give her an impersonal screw. He didn't have to give a damn about her he knew. That was the way he liked to fuck.
Pulling his slippery cock from her slithering ass-hole once he had finished fucking her off, he was anxious to see if she was obtaining the benefits he intended from his dildo invention. Getting around in front of her, he shook his head gravely. He couldn't see any pussy juice trickling from her snatch.
"You're not using it right," he told her flatly.
It bothered Helen that she couldn't make the dildo work effectively. Tears trickled down her cheeks. Bruce picked up on this and told her not to feel so bad.
"I'll get it going for you," he promised her. "Just relax."
She tried her best to relax, but it wasn't easy. Bruce got down there around her crotch and personally pumped the pink plastic dildo in and out of her hot pussy hole.
He had it flipped to the fast speed. The batteries inside of the pink plastic cock worked hard now. Helen shoved back to meet the dildo stabs. Her pussy did feel better when Bruce pumped it in her. He reached up and fondled her bosoms as he fucked her with his vibrator dildo invention.
"Does it feel good?" he asked eagerly.
Nodding, she smiled down at him.
"Yes, Bruce," she told him. "It feels real good."
He was happy that she enjoyed it so much.
"Keep fucking me," she begged. "Fuck me, fuck me."
The plastic dildo continued jabbing into her pussy. She was pumping back now with a regular rhythm. Soon she was cuming. At the moment of climax, she reached down and ran her fingers through Bruce's hair. Bruce knew what to do. Slipping the plastic dildo from her vagina, he quickly replaced it with his tongue. He wiggled around inside of her, enjoying every delicious drop of her.
Bruce told her that he had another machine that he wanted to use on her.
"What does it do?" she asked nervously.
"It tweaks your tits," he explained.
He went to another room and came back with some small rubbery caps. He attached them to a cord and plugged it in the wall. That frightened Helen.
"I don't want you to give me any jolts of electricity in my sensitive breasts," she told him flatly.
Bruce smilingly assured her that wouldn't happen.
"You will enjoy this," he promised her, "providing you can relax."
Bruce observed Helen's body was quivering. He knew that fear would make it impossible for her to enjoy herself to the ultimate. Finally she forced herself to remain clam. He carefully applied the rubber nozzle over her nipples. When he turned it on, it did pull on her tits. It was a rough, jerking movement that she didn't particularly enjoy. But Bruce seemed to enjoy it enormously. His cock lengthened and he stood there, reaching for his balls with one hand pulling on his throbbing male member with the other. Helen watched as he jacked off.
"What are you trying to do?" he asked her.
"Have some fun," he explained.
He continued jacking off while he watched. She could see how much he was enjoying it. He was sweating now and panting as he pumped his long, thick prick.
"Wow!" he exclaimed excitedly. "That's beautiful. Ohhh, baby, I love it."
The racing thrills that shot through his body made her doubly delighted. She liked to see him getting this stimulated.
"I will give you my best dildo," he told her. "A double job."
Bruce hastily got out a double dildo. He applied some KY to both plastic pricks.
"It's adjustable," he explained, "so you can get it up your ass-hole and your cunt at the same time. How does that grab you?"
She nodded and smiled. He got right down there now and fitted one plastic cock in her pussy and adjusted the other so it would slip smoothly in her ass-hole.
"Now you're gonna get fucked," he exclaimed, "and fucked royal."
Helen pumped back as the dildo jabbed in her ass-hole. She twisted on the one that was plunging in her pussy.
"With your tits getting tweaked," he smiled, "and your ass-hole getting fucked as well as your pussy, you are getting a damned good screw."
To finish it off, Bruce got over her head. He lowered his ass and told her to lick it. Watching in the mirror he could see everything that was happening. And it did stimulate and arouse him.
"Suck my hot ass-hole," Bruce urged her.
Her tongue flipped out to his bare ass cheeks. She enjoyed the sensation of his tongue sliding around her ass-hole.
"Suck my butt," he begged.
She was sucking smoothly now. And he was enjoying it enormously.
"Just keep your tongue going up my ass," he told her. "I love it when you do it like that. Ohhh, honey, tongue fuck me."
Never before had Helen found sexual stimulation quite as erotic as this. She could only use her tongue on his butt. For her hands were occupied pumping the plastic dildos in her ass-hole and in her pussy. Her breasts were being pulled on mechanically. And at the same time she was sucking on the inventor's ass-hole.
When Bruce got enough of the ass-suck job, he told her what he wanted next.
"Suck my balls, sweetie," he told her anxiously.
His hairy, swelling balls tasted good to her. But what she really wanted now was the joy of him climaxing in her mouth.
"I'll feed you my prick," Bruce told her hotly, "and you're gonna love sucking on it."
He wasted no time. Plunging his throbbing, rigid cock in her mouth, he watched while she sucked smoothly.
"Suck me," he begged her anxiously. "Suck my dick off. Ohhh, baby, now you're sucking. Keep your mouth fastened on me."
She watched as Bruce pulled his saliva-coated cock in and out with rhythmic candor. Her hands could not grip his ass cheeks. But she sure could do plenty with her mouth. "Ohhh," he groaned as he felt the tip of his cock sliding across the back of her throat.
Helen was enjoying having the dildos in her pussy and her ass-hole at the same time. She enjoyed the breasts being tweaked. Mechanical sex was proving to be quite arousing, stimulating and satisfying, she was discovering. But the most exhilarating experience of all was possessing Bruce's throbbing, long prick, as he plunged it in her mouth in fast movements. She was eager for that juicy moment when he would climax.
"Suck me, suck me," he panted passionately. "Suck my cock off. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, suck my prick off."
The thrilling pleasure that he was feeling now as her lips and teeth and tongue took his cock on was indicated when he shot his wad in her mouth.
"Eat me," he exclaimed anxiously. "Suck my cock off. Ohhh, baby, suck it off."
She sucked hungrily on his throbbing male member. It pleased him enormously that she seemed to derive such a measure of pleasure.
Finally she eased her mouth off his penis. She focused her attention on the dildos in her pussy and in her ass-hole. Bruce watched as her hips churned and her pussy twitched and pulled at the dildo. Soon she was cuming. Just as she made it he got down there around her crotch. She pulled the dildos out and he sucked her pussy and licked her ass-hole as well.
About this time Bruce remembered a girl friend of his was dropping by for dinner.
"I'm afraid I'm gonna have to end this rather abruptly," he confessed. "I have a dinner date. She should be here shortly."
Nervously, he pulled the mechanical tit sucker off her bosoms.
"Ohhh," Helen groaned, "that was so beautiful."
"Baby," he exclaimed, "I hate to think of having sex with anyone else tonight."
At that moment his girl friend popped in unexpectedly.
"Hello, there," she smiled as she looked right at Helen.
Now Bruce had to introduce her. "Cindy, meet Helen," he nodded and shrugged. "I'd be pleased to eat you, dear," Cindy smiled. Cindy quickly undressed.
"Cindy is one of my biggest customers," he explained. "She's a female hustler. She hustles females and fucks them for a price."
"It's a booming business, baby," she informed her quickly. "You would be amazed how many women enjoy having sex this way. Why don't you play along with me?"
It bothered her to have this woman talk to her so boldly.
"I'm sorry, I'm not interested," Helen shuddered.
She was interested, however. Once Cindy had stripped, she quickly hunted for a dildo.
"I want that real nice one," Cindy explained as she searched. "The one with the same indentations on the side. The girls say that gives the best fuck."
It didn't take Bruce long to find it. Once she strapped it on, Cindy insisted Helen lay there and get screwed.
"No, I won't do it," Helen insisted.
Bruce was anxious to watch Cindy fucking her.
"Yes, you will," Bruce told her flatly. "You're the census-taker. You weren't supposed to be having sex with me. You know that."
Realizing this was the truth, Helen lay back. In no time at all, Cindy had the dildo slipping in her pussy with a rhythmic, jabbing movement.
"Fuck you," she panted as she thrust right into her.
Now it was Bruce's turn to join the act.
"Might as well make it a three-way," he smiled as he looked at the two women having sex together.
He thought he should take a picture of what was happening. Pulling out his Polaroid camera, he photographed the two women as they carried on sexually. The first picture was beautiful. He caught it at the point that Cindy was just pulling the long, hard dildo out of Helen's hot hole.
"I want to catch another," he informed Cindy. "Look this way and smile."
"Sure thing," Cindy said huskily.
At this point the two of them were having a marvelous good time of it.
"You're beautiful," he told her. "You are so very tuned-in to sex."
He was anxious to please her. He spared nothing now as he got right in there and made out with her.
"Sweetheart," he smiled eagerly, "you're gonna get screwed like you've never been screwed before."
He got on top of Cindy and made sure his cock was coated with KY so it would slide up her hot, tight ass. Cindy looked in the mirror. There she was, coupled together with Helen. Their bodies were tight together as they fucked.
"Shove your ass back to me," he demanded.
Cindy cooperated, pushing her beautiful buttocks up for him to ram. Slamming his prick up her hot ass-hole, he gave her a wild, hard fuck.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried out eagerly.
With hard, deep stabs he kept on plunging his penis up her ass. She loved the thrilling, erotic sensations that were being generated in her body now.
"Ohhh," he groaned in a frenzy, "fuck, fuck."
He kept his rigid, hard manhood slamming up her ass. Her buttocks twitched as he went on shoving it in her.
"Beautiful," he exclaimed. "I love it when you screw me like that. Now you're doing it. Come on, baby, fuck off."
The delicious thrills that swirled through his body now had him going out of his mind with delight.
"Screw me," he begged her at a fever pitch of sexual emotion. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
The delicious thrills did not stop. He rammed his hard prick home. Cindy loved having her tail screwed while she was fucking another woman. Cindy brushed her big boobs across Helen's boobs. The two women pressed their bodies together and then she kissed her passionately.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "now you're fucking. Fuck, fuck!"
The thrilling pleasures that she knew how had her going out of her mind with erotic delight.
"Ohhh," he gasped as he rutted in her tight, twisting ass-hole, "I can't stand it."
Cindy had a good, hot butt. She knew how to use it, too. Grabbing Bruce's cock with her tight ass muscles she seized it and squeezed it. It didn't take long before he was shooting his wad.
"Fuck me, fuck me," he cried anxiously. "I love it.
Screw me."
He was coming on strong, giving her one of the wildest screws she had ever enjoyed. He was employing every device he knew how to make sure she enjoyed it.
"You're beautiful," he told her. "Ohhh, baby, keep fucking me."
Cindy kept her hot tail twisting as he fucked good.
"Ohhh," she groaned as he kept stabbing his prick up her butt.
He continued sliding in her hot, tight ass until she couldn't take anymore.
"Stop it, stop it," she pleaded. "Ohhh, I can't stand it. You're driving me ape."
His hard, throbbing cock unloaded in her ass. She squeezed all of the cream out of his pecker again. He went on thrusting in her slippery, hot, twisting ass-hole, enjoying every moment as he watched her screwing Helen beneath him.
Helen was juicing and panting at this point.
"Cindy," Helen whispered, "fuck me, fuck me."
Once she had finished stabbing her dildo in her pussy till she climaxed, she kissed Helen passionately. The two girls Frenched while Bruce looked to the side to see them. It was strange how watching these two hot women pressing their lips against each other stimulated his balls.
He thrust his pecker up Cindy's cum-slick ass-hole a couple more times and then pulled out. He went to the kitchen and came back with a container of orange juice and a bottle of vodka.
"Oh, mix me a screwdriver, love," Cindy grinned.
She pulled the dildo out of Helen and went over to the dresser, getting her drink.
As she sipped her drink, Cindy saw that Helen was thirsty, too. She got off the bed and Bruce made one for her.
At this moment the two women were looking at each other lustfully.
"I want to take that movie tonight," Bruce reminded Cindy.
"Certainly, love," she told him. "I hope you have the lover ready."
CHAPTER TEN
Helen was certain she should leave now. She didn't want to watch any sexual erotic films being shot. She had always been opposed to that kind of movie anyway.
However, Cindy convinced her she ought to stay.
"This lover has a tongue that you won't believe," Cindy laughed. "I mean, I've never been sucked by anybody as fantastic."
Bruce told her he would go get Killer.
"Killer," Helen repeated nervously. "I don't like the sound of it. Is he a hit man?"
Cindy poured herself another orange juice and vodka and laughed.
"Not exactly," she explained. "But he could be a killer."
At that point a beautiful black Doberman Pinscher bounded into the bedroom.
"Killer," Cindy exclaimed excitedly, "come over here and lick mamma's pussy."
Cindy put the glass down on the dresser. She went over to the bed and spread her legs wide. It didn't take Bruce long to get his camera set up.
"You can hold the light bar," he suggested to Helen.
Helen felt awkward, standing there in the nude, holding a light bar while a dog flipped his tongue around in Cindy's pussy.
Cindy seemed to enjoy it. She reached out and wadded up the bed sheets in her hands as Killer whipped his tongue in her vagina.
"Ohhh, he's fantastic," she exclaimed passionately. "I love it when this animal eats me."
Killer's hot tongue surged inside of her. He flipped it back and forth in quick, driving movements.
"Ohhh," she exclaimed, "I love this. It's beautiful."
Bruce was getting a hard-on watching the dog lick her pussy.
"Why don't you get a broom handle?" he suggested to Helen. "Then you can shove the Vaseline-coated broom handle up her ass-hole while the dog licks her pussy."
Cindy told Bruce that it sounded like an inspired sex idea.
"Where do you get such ideas?" she asked him.
"Heroin helps," Bruce chuckled.
Bruce got the broom handle. He coated it with Vaseline and handed it to Helen. Helen felt even stranger now, holding the light bar in one hand for the dog fuck film, while she used the Vaseline-coated broom handle to slide into Cindy's ass-hole. Cindy looked at the broom handle and complained.
"Why did you have to buy a damned red broom? You know my favorite color is yellow."
Apparently it didn't bother her that Helen was going to slip the broom handle rhythmically up her ass.
"I'm gonna fuck you," she told her, "and fuck you good."
She was working the broom handle smoothly and rhythmically in and out of her hot ass. It did feel good to Cindy, who pumped back. At the same time Killer was licking her clit. Running her fingers through Killer's short hair, Cindy begged him to suck some more.
"Suck me, Killer," she panted as she pumped forward. "Suck me. Ohhh, baby, you're too much."
The delicious thrills that made her body tingle, got her to juice. Killer sucked her pussy.
At that point Killer had a hard-on. Bruce naturally noticed.
"He wants to fuck you, Cindy," Bruce said casually. "Do you want it in your cunt or up your ass?"
Cindy replied with a smirk, "Might as well get it in my pussy. I'm already getting ass screwed."
This disappointed Helen. She wondered how long she would be forced to endure the torture of pumping the broom handle up her ass-hole and holding the light bar at the same time. It was not an easy task.
Nevertheless, she tried to make the most of it.
"Ohhh, that feels marvelous," Cindy gasped as she felt Killer's cock sliding in her pussy.
Helen continued sliding the red broom handle in her ass-hole.
"Shove it in higher," Bruce said with a sadistic laugh.
Helen thought Bruce was a very evil and twisted man. She tried her best not to disturb what was happening. But it did trouble her. She continued letting the broom handle slip rhythmically up Cindy's tight ass. And at the same time she observed the big, black dog wagging his tail as he pumped his rigid cock in her hot, pulsating pussy.
This was stimulating to her.
"Ohhh," she groaned in a frenzy, "I can't stand it. Keep it up."
She constantly kept the action going.
"You're beautiful," she smiled. "Ohhh, I love it."
The stimulating moment of hot, erotic sex went on. They enjoyed every moment of it enormously.
"Keep fucking," he begged her eagerly. "Come on, baby, fuck it. That's how you do it. Fuck, fuck."
The delicious thrills that she felt shooting through her body had her on fire.
"That's the way I want it," she panted as the dog screwed her pussy and Helen let the broom handle fuck her ass-hole. Finally she was juicing. When she did cum, Bruce insisted that she get the dog back down there to suck her twat. It wasn't difficult. The dog sniffed her snatch and got down there and licked her dry.
When the film had been completed, Helen turned off the now smoking light bar.
"Please excuse me," she told Bruce, "but I have to go home."
"Why don't you call your lover up and bring him over?" Cindy smiled. "The night is young. I might be able to teach him some new things."
Helen had to confess that she lived alone.
"That's damned sad," Cindy told her. "I think a man is missing out on a very good thing not having you to bed down with every night."
It pleased her to have her speak like this.
"How flattering," she informed her.
The two women looked at each other lustfully.
"Why don't both of you go down on each other?" Bruce suggested. "I think I could catch a good sixty-nine shot of you. Go ahead and try it."
Helen was game for anything now. Another drink and she felt she could unwind and do almost anything he would ask, except shove that damned broom handle up her ass-hole.
As the two women mounted each other for a sucking sixty-nine session, he watched intently.
"Look at that," he exclaimed. "Did you ever see anything like that in your life?"
There they were now together. They were enjoying each other enormously. As they sucked hard at each other, they were turned on completely.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "you really have something going."
The delicious thrills that they experienced now had them both going out of their mind. They enjoyed sucking at each other's hot pussy. And Bruce was stimulated watching. He jacked off with one hand while he photographed them with the other.
Clamping her hands on Helen's ass cheeks, Cindy sucked like a tiger. Her hot tongue swept inside of
Helen's box. Helen enjoyed the delicious, stimulating, erotic sensations that were being generated in her crotch. And at the same time the other woman enjoyed what she was doing.
"Ohhh," she groaned, "suck me, suck me."
Helen was juicing and Cindy was sucking. The situation went into reverse when Helen went down on Cindy and sucked for all she was worth.
Coming in for a camera close-up, Bruce got a superb shot of Helen eating Cindy's box.
The corners of her mouth were dripping pussy juice as she finished eating the beautiful, young girl.
Finally Bruce quit filming. He sat back and told Cindy he wanted her to jerk him off. Cindy cooperated by sitting on the edge of the bed. Grabbing his thick hunk of meat she pumped until it exploded. She aimed his cock toward her mouth. She wanted to catch it and suck it. Finally she bent over and placed her lips over his shaft and sucked him off. Bruce fondled her affectionately as she ate his penis and played with his balls.
"What's for me?" Helen complained.
"You can always lick my ass-hole," Bruce grinned.
He raised himself up and Helen got underneath him. Clasping his bare bottom, she let her tongue go to work around his ass crack. Her tongue flicked first across his balls and then she let it pump right up his rectum. He loved the erotic sensation of having her tongue slipping snd sliding and caressing his ass cheeks. But what he loved even more was the way she wiggled her ass.
"Tongue fuck my ass," he told her, "and then I'm gonna rock my dick up your butt. You've sure got a beautiful ass to screw."
It pleased him to see her body wiggling and straining as she sucked on his behind.
"Now keep your tongue rigid," he suggested, "and stab it in with a regular rhythm. Keep doing it. That's what I want. Keep it up, baby."
When she had gotten Bruce to the point where his cock was throbbing and pulsating with lusty desires, he informed her he wanted to stick his prick up her butt. Trying to beg off, the beautiful, young census-taker explained she had to get home. But Cindy chimed in quickly, "You already told us you're not living with anyone. If you're not shacked up with somebody, why do you have to get home?"
Helen was lost for excuses.
"All right," she agreed.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Now it was Cindy's opportunity to get in on the action.
"You wouldn't mind, dear, if I ate your box, while Bruce fucks your butt, would you?"
Insomuch as she had done everything to Cindy, Helen had to agree.
"Naturally not," she said agreeably. "I think that would be great fun."
The two women were hot for each other now. They were eager to discover that measure of pleasure that could be obtained in this manner.
"I'm anxious to have a good fuck," Bruce informed her.
At this very moment he could hardly wait to see how she could perform
She got in the middle of the bed, after Cindy had gotten underneath her. Cindy propped her head up on pillows so she would be even with her pussy. And then ever so gently she let her tongue caress her slit. At the next moment she felt the intrusion of Bruce's long, throbbing, Vaseline-coated cock.
Bruce was a man of action. He didn't hesitate. Gripping her rubbery ass cheeks, he forged forward. She could feel his erect, hard penis plunging up her tight anal passage until he came to her anal ring. That didn't stop him for an instant. He simply shoved it in hard.
"Wow!" he gasped as he rutted right up her tight, hot ass.
He was driving in with a forceful, deep, penetrating cock stab at this pint. She could hardly stand it.
"Fuck your ass-hole," he grunted as he screwed her furiously.
She wondered how much of this she could stand. He was stabbing in her with rhythmic, deep strokes.
"Fuck, fuck," he cried anxiously. "That's how you do it. Ohhh, baby, keep your tail grinding."
Helen was discovering the difficulties of three-way sex. Cindy was determined to keep her tongue in her pussy while Bruce was making sure his penis kept plunging in her ass-hole.
"Ohhh," he groaned as he continued thrusting his manhood in her butt.
He liked to plunge his penis in all the way.
"It's fun riding your cute ass," he told her. "Ohhh, baby, you're beautiful there."
He enjoyed grasping, caressing and fondling her round, smooth ass cheeks. But what he enjoyed even more was the tremendous sensation of tightness in her ass-hole. Ramming it in without mercy, he got her so aroused she was shaking.
"Fuck, fuck," he cried eagerly. "That's the way.
Ohhh, baby, you're beautiful. Fuck it. Fuck it off."
The delicious thrills that she felt as he went on ramming were carrying her ever so close to her frenzied climax. That was the moment that Cindy was waiting for. No taste on earth pleased Cindy more than pussy juice. And she was hoping she would get plenty from Helen's fresh, young crotch.
Cindy's tongue swept inside of her velvety vagina. She flipped it back and forth across her clit.
"Eat me, eat me," Cindy begged.
The passionate frenzy they both felt for each other now had them completely aroused and stimulated.
"Ohhh," she groaned in an erotic abandon, "suck me, suck me."
The thrills that tingled through her body excitedly had her completely aroused.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she panted as she pumped her ass around.
Her cooperation with Bruce pleased him. He slapped her ass cheeks roughly as he finished screwing her tight butt. He unloaded his cum in her ass and begged for her to keep wiggling.
His hot, burning balls unloaded a tremendous volume of sperm. This made it easy now for him to slip his prick in and out of her hot, twisting behind.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Bruce grunted as he continued thrusting his manhood in her willing ass.
At this point he eased off.
"Ohhh," he groaned as he finished his frenzied fuck and finally slid his prick from her behind. Cindy was not so easily satisfied. She kept her lapping, licking tongue action going until she had gotten Helen off one more time. Helen had never cum in multiple orgasms before. She was a fast learner, however, and loved what she was experiencing now.
Then Cindy pulled her tongue out of her. She looked at her with lustful, satisfied eyes.
"You're beautiful," she told her. "You know that, don't you?"
The thrilling, throbbing pleasure that the women were finding this way pleased Bruce. He got his camera out again and photographed one more scene of Cindy's great pussy-eating job.
When Cindy pulled away from Helen's crotch, Helen just collapsed and lay there. The two of them left the room and then Bruce came back to make an offer to her.
"How much money do you make as a census-taker?" he demanded.
When Helen revealed what her salary was, Bruce told her he would up it.
"Cindy has suggested you go to work with us. We put on sex exhibitions. You wouldn't mind fucking with Killer, would you?"
Scratching her head for a moment, Helen tried to imagine that she was in the business on a regular basis.
"I...I just don't know," she said anxiously. "I really don't know. I'd have to think about it."
"You can think about," he told her, "but make sure the answer is yes. You'd be missing out on a very good thing if you said no."
This troubled and bothered Helen. She wanted to be agreeable and pleasant, but she didn't see how she could go along with such an idea.
"I...I don't think I could," she finally told him flatly.
Neither Bruce nor Cindy argued with her. However, as she left, Cindy had to add a cryptic comment.
"Gratitude," she shook her head. "You give a girl a chance of a lifetime and that's your thanks. So long, babe. Good luck."
It was night now and Helen went home. She was surprised when there was a knock on the door. She peeked out the door's peephole and saw her landlord.
"What do you want?" she demanded.
"I must speak with you," he told her.
He came inside and told her what was happening.
"Someone is investigating you," he told her. "I don't know who. If you are involved in anything that is evil or dangerous, I don't want you living here, Helen."
Helen knew what the truth was. Her conduct as a census-taker was certainly not beyond question and certainly not above suspicion.
"Oh, don't worry about it," she insisted. "Everything's gonna turn out all right. Don't worry."
The landlord was obviously worried.
"That's easy for you to say," he told her. "But I try to run a respectable place here. And don't you forget it."
Helen had to remind him, "You came up here and asked me to have sex with you. I suppose now you will say I'm a slut."
The landlord shook his head.
"I would never say that," he declared emphatically. "But everybody else in the place is saying it. That's why I'm concerned. Helen, are you peddling your ass all over the place?"
It was a miserably blunt question that he aimed at her. And it was not easy for her to answer.
"I'm sorry," she shook her head, "but that's a terrible thing for you to ask me. Of course I'm not carrying on like a tramp."
It pleased him.
"I got so nervous," he told her truthfully, "I became fearful. I was afraid to ask you to suck off my cock again. I didn't know that you were a slut and had VD and the works. Imagine how grim it would be if my wife found out that I was having sex with one of the tenants."
After the landlord explained that he and his wife were getting back together, she told him, "How can you ask me to go to bed with you when your wife is returning?"
The landlord explained that easily.
"She won't be back until next week. She lives in Cleveland and she has to fly here. It doesn't hurt to have a little fun while she's gone certainly."
He acted as though it was a perfectly normal thing to do and she was being difficult and stubborn.
"You have a strange attitude," she told him. "You really do."
He didn't appreciate her criticism.
"I'm doing what I think is right," he told her.
"I'm certain that is the truth," she assured him. "But that doesn't mean it is right. No, I'm afraid, I can't fuck you."
Now the landlord became belligerent.
"Don't try to peddle your high morality on me," he said with a sly smile. "It won't work. The word is that you are a very slipshod census-taker. The word is that you are having sex with some of the people you're meeting."
Helen's heart was racing rapidly. She knew what the landlord was telling her was true. And that bothered her greatly.
"You have no right to come up here and make such absurd charges," she told him. "Now get the fuck out of here."
Smiling, he stood in front of the door. "One more time," he told her. "Just a quickie blow job. I'm horny and I'm not gonna use my hand." Helen was furious.
"I know what I'd like to do with your cock," she told him, "and you'd kill me if I told you."
The landlord was waiting no longer. He unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock and began pumping.
"How can you get excited when I'm so angry," she demanded.
Innocently shaking his head he explained his bizarre, erotic compulsions.
"I get horny because I get horny," he told her.
She understood what he meant. And it bothered her.
"You know, I hate you," she told him, "and yet you persist in bothering me. You've got a nerve."
"I've got a lot of nerves," he smiled proudly, "and they are all located in my prick."
"I can see that," she told him. "You're a flasher. You know you are. You brought that cock out so you could pull it off and have me look at you. I'll turn the other way!"
That was where Helen made the wrong move. The landlord grabbed her and shoved her to the floor on her knees.
"My best nylons," she complained as she looked at the run in her hosiery.
"Forget your fuckin' nylons," the landlord exploded as he grabbed her head and forced his huge, thick hunk of dick meat in her mouth.
Helen didn't know what to do with all of that cock meat. She was starting to gag.
"You'd better not choke on my prick," he exclaimed. "At least not until you get my rocks off."
He was so thoughtless, she thought to herself.
Helen closed her eyes to conceal the rage that she felt. She sucked on his meaty, long shaft as he pumped it in her mouth.
"Suck it off," he ordered excitedly. "Suck my juicy banana, baby. Suck on it."
At first Helen hated it. But once she got the taste of his juice, she sort of liked it. But she wouldn't admit it.
"Open your eyes," he exclaimed. "You ought to watch what you're sucking. Open!"
Helen's eyes opened. She could see his saliva-slickened shaft riding smoothly in and out of her mouth.
"Eat my dick meat," he gasped roughly. "Suck on it
Come on, baby, suck it off."
He grabbed her hair roughly. She knew she would have to go to the hairdresser for sure. Between the nylons and her mussed-up hair, this cock suck was going to cost her considerably. That really burned her up as she felt he should be paying for it. He was a cheapskate. No doubt about it. There were plenty of women who would turn a trick for twenty. And here she was forced to get on her knees and give him a cock suck.
"Oh, oh, oh," he exclaimed as he shot his wad in her mouth.
Helen did her best to gulp his thick prick juices. "Eat it, eat it," he gasped as he went on fucking her face wildly.
When he finished thrusting his prick in her mouth and she licked her lips off, he complimented her.
"You suck in style," he told her. "One of the best damned cock sucks I've ever had."
Now the landlord zipped up his fly, once he'd placed his penis back in his pants, thanked her and left.
Helen was angry as she slammed the door after him. The nerve of him, she thought to herself, barging in on her like that and demanding sex. She vowed she would never let him put her in that kind of a position again. She'd move, before she would give in to any more sex with him.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Helen took stock of what she was doing. She knew that as a census-taker she was not officially allowed to go into any bedroom and carry on with anyone whose home she was visiting. But the desires persisted and she thought she needed the help of a psychologist.
She visited a young psychologist and was hesitant at first about telling him the exact nature of her problem.
"Well, Helen," he finally mumbled, "if you can't reveal what's bothering you, I can't help you. I'm sorry."
Helen began crying.
"I'm sorry, too," she told him, "because I want very much to confide the truth in someone. I'm a slut!"
The truth had been blurted out. Helen felt a sense of relief as the young psychologist looked at her intently.
Jerry Smith was an experienced psychologist and he understood what was bothering her.
"You probably had sex when you weren't married," he told her. "But that doesn't mean you should classify yourself as a slut." Helen knew better.
"You see," she tried to explain, "I'm a census-taker. And when I go into a man's home I feel a sudden urge to go to bed with him. I'm only supposed to ask him a few questions. But I want to fuck and suck him."
This annoyed and troubled her.
"I have an idea of something that could help you," he confessed.
"What?" she asked him.
Smiling, he pushed the chair back from his desk and revealed that he'd been jacking off while he was talking to her.
"Mr. Johnson," she exclaimed angrily, "you have no right to pull on your pecker. Do you hear me?"
Mr. Johnson shook his head.
"You tell me your story," he told her, "and go into every detail. Just watch me while I jack off and I won't charge you."
Thinking about it a long moment, she tried to make up her mind whether or not that was a fair arrangement.
"All right," she finally mumbled, "but I don't think it's right. You're taking advantages."
She wasn't quite sure of what advantages he was taking. Nevertheless, she was disturbed and bothered by the way he was acting. For it was obvious to her that he was becoming much too difficult.
Helen watched as he went over to her and insisted she tell him every detail of her sexual experiences.
"Now tell me, what did the men want you to do?" he asked as he fondled his balls.
"It was strange how they wanted oral sex," she shook her head. "I don't understand why, but they all wanted to slip their dirty old cocks in my mouth. Can you imagine such a thing?"
Mr. Johnson nodded.
"You bet I can," he told her. "As a matter-of-fact, I would like to slip my pecker in your mouth. You appear to have a nice tongue, honey, and I'll bet you could give me a great cock suck."
As she listened to him talking, she realized that perhaps she should. His penis was starting to drip and ooze its cum. Reaching for his cock now, she pulled it to her mouth. She let her tongue slip over the head of it.
"Suck on it, baby," he whispered enticingly. "Suck it real good."
He held his throbbing penis out to her. Helen sucked slowly.
"That's how I like it," he told her. "Real nice. Come on, baby, suck my juicy dick off. Suck it. Suck!"
Her mouth was moving rapidly over his large, throbbing penis.
"Ohhh," he groaned in a frenzy, "I love it when you lick my prick like that."
Reaching down, she fondled his balls. Mr. Johnson was really happy now.
"Helen, honey," he smiled, "slip it in your mouth."
Hypnotized, Helen slid her mouth over Mr. Johnson's penis. She licked the tip of it and then went to work in earnest. She could taste the cum and it propelled her mouth into more action.
"That's how you do it, baby," he told her. "Real great. Keep sucking. Come on, suck my prick. Suck it off."
She was working hard now to give him a super-hot cock suck
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "that's how I like it. Now you're doing it. Suck, suck."
His hot, throbbing penis plunged down her throat. She sucked eagerly. And all the while his hands held her head as he guided his manhood deeper into her mouth.
"Ohhh, Helen," he gasped as he kept on thrusting in her mouth. "I'm almost there. Keep sucking me. Don't stop."
A few more cock stabs and he unloaded.
"Suck it," he panted. "Suck it, swallow it."
His hot, white cum surged down her throat as she gulped hungrily.
Finishing him off now, she slipped her mouth from his penis tip. She was about to leave, but he shook his head.
"Not quite yet, my love," he told her. "I still want to shove it up your ass-hole."
Helen thought he wasn't being very dignified to suggest such a thing during office hours.
"Mr. Johnson," she said, glaring at him, "if you find me fascinating, you should take me out to dinner. We could go to bed together after that. But the way that you have approached me is really disturbing."
Mr. Johnson had an immediate response for that.
"When a man finds a female as fascinating as you are," he confessed, "he can't control himself. Don't blame yourself. And I mustn't blame myself. It's nature. Can't you understand?" She nodded.
"I think I understand all too well. I'm really sorry that it has to be this way, but it's true. You are expecting so much."
He was undressing now, as if he was certain that she would accomodate his bizarre requests.
"We all look better in the buff," he told her. "So why don't you take off your clothes? I want to see you bare-ass naked."
She slipped out of her clothes. He told her to spread-eagle over his desk. Once he had removed everything it made it easier for her.
Helen lay down and spread eagle for him. He got behind her. He opened a drawer and pulled out the container of Vaseline he used for such moments. Coating his throbbing cock with Vaseline, he prepared for the slick trip up Helen's hot, tight behind.
Helen held her ass cheeks up in the air as Mr. Johnson prepared to screw her there.
"You frighten me," she told him honestly. "I don't know whether I can take all that cock meat up my butt or not."
He was so horny for her that he didn't wait to reply. He simply gripped her round ass cheeks. With a forceful, hard jab, he plunged right up her butt.
"Fuck," he exclaimed passionately. "Fuck it, baby, fuck."
Riding rhythmically up her ass-hole now, he heard his balls bouncing on her buttocks. He liked the sound of his balls slapping on her ass cheeks as he firmly fucked her.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her excitedly, "that's what I want. Now you're fucking. Come on, fuck, fuck!"
He thrust up her ass with all of his might. Helen twisted her tail. It wasn't easy being fucked on a desk in an office. Actually, it was a first for her. Reaching underneath her, Mr. Johnson let his fingers play around her crotch. She enjoyed the stimulating sensation of his hot fingers sweeping around her pussy.
"Ohhh, I love it," she told him. "Keep playing with me. This is delicious. Keep it up."
His fingers continued circulating in her pussy as she pumped up and down. It was wonderful how her hip movements could provide pleasure for them both. It assisted him in letting his fingers slide deeper in her hot pussy hole. And at the same time it aided him in getting his rigid, hard cock up her ass as far as he could shove it.
"Fuck," he exclaimed passionately, "fuck, fuck, baby. That's what I want. Screw it!"
He pumped his thick, long prick up her butt with hard, deep strokes. He was getting so very good at it.
"Ohhh, I want it," Helen gasped excitedly. "Now you're screwing. Come on, baby, give it to me. Fuck it, fuck it."
The delicious thrills that shot through her body had her going now. "Ohhh," he groaned, "that's how I like it. Now you're doing it. Fuck it, fuck it."
His hard, throbbing male member was sliding in and out of her buttocks. At the same time Mr. Johnson was caressing her ass cheeks.
Right in the middle of his sodomy performance, his secretary burst in and blurted, "Someone here to see you."
Mr. Johnson was uptight now.
"For heaven's sake, knock before you open a door," he told her angrily.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I will tell them that you will be available in a few moments."
The secretary took it all so casually, that Helen was certain he'd done things like this before.
When his throbbing penis finally did unload in her ass-hole, she could see how hot he was. For it erupted with a sizzling explosion.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he cried out anxiously. "Ohhh, baby, you're beautiful. That's what I want. Now you're screwing. Fuck it."
The delicious thrills were supplied to her pussy by his fingers as he brought her to climax.
It was wonderful to have him shooting his wad in her ass-hole while she was juicing.
Once he had finished shoving his dick meat back and forth in her ass a few more times, he withdrew.
"Roll over," he told Helen.
Helen rolled over, with her legs spread wide. He could see her sticky love juices dripping down her inner hot thigh. It didn't take long for Mr. Johnson to bury his face in her crotch. His tongue swept to her moist, inner thigh and he licked hungrily. Panting now, he planted his mouth over her pussy and sucked.
Reaching down, Helen gripped his head. She loved holding him pinned to her pussy.
"Eat me, eat me," she cried out in her exhilaration. "Ohh, yes, yes. I love it. Don't ever stop it. Keep it up."
He continued giving her an example of his wild lovemaking. And it got her more aroused than ever.
"Yes, baby, yes," she whispered enticingly, "I love it when you fuck me like that. You have no idea how much I need this."
He went on with his wild lovemaking. He pulled his tongue from her pussy and plunged it up her ass-hole. He clutched her thighs and held her ass up in the air as he ate out her butt.
"Ohhh, Mr. Johnson," she grunted, "suck my ass-hole. Suck it."
When he finished sucking on her ass-hole, he told her that he would appreciate the same consideration. He got in a chair and drew his legs up.
"I think it's indecent to do such a thing," Helen insisted.
"Not if you slide your tongue in slowly," he told her. "Then it won't hurt. Once you get it in, it's all right to stiffen it and stab it right up my butt. I love to get a tongue fuck. I used to have a nice girl named Natasha. Natasha used to lick my ass all the time. She was very good at sucking balls and gave the best blow job in the building."
"Why did you get rid of her?" Helen asked him curiously.
"Natasha became so popular," he explained, "that an insurance office on the top floor took her for their claims adjusters."
She certainly couldn't understand why they took Natasha off the beautiful blow jobs.
"The adjusters get so nervous before they make the adjustments," he explained, "that they do it better if they have just finished having a blow job. So Natasha gives each insurance adjuster a blow job before he goes out to settle a claim."
Helen understood it now as she clasped his round, firm ass cheeks.
She brought her face even with his butt. Letting her tongue flip all around his bare bottom, she finally grabbed his penis and pulled on it as she let her tongue whip up his rectum.
He loved the sensation of her tongue slipping up his ass-hole. She had a rhythmic, almost poetic way of sliding her tongue in his butt.
"Wow!" Mr. Johnson exclaimed. "You sure know how to suck ass. You could teach Natasha."
That was such a high tribute that she withdrew her tongue from his butt and thanked him.
"Don't ever take your tongue out of a guy's in the middle of an ass suck," he insisted. "It really makes me desperate. Now tongue fuck me and do it fast. Get right back down there, baby."
Helen got her face back to his crotch. Stiffening her tongue she plunged it right up his hot, tight, twisting ass-hole.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "That really feels super. Suck my ass. Suck it."
Using all of her energy, Helen kept her tongue whipping up his butt until she observed his cock getting ready to juice again.
"Give me the old-fashioned chair fuck," he smiled at her.
Pulling away from his crotch, she sat down in the chair. Grabbing his penis, she guided it into her womanhood. She brushed her great bosoms over his chest as he fucked her hard.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried anxiously. "I love it when you do it like that. Ohhh, baby, you're beautiful. Fuck me, fuck me."
Rhythmically he rode his prick in her. Helen loved the sensations that were being generated in her pussy. Grabbing his cock, she gave him the old snapping-pussy treatment.
"You've got it down to perfection," he told her. "You know just how to make your pussy muscles grab at my prick."
Pleased that she was performing so expertly, she continued. All at once the secretary entered with a complaint.
"He says he's not gonna wait much longer," she told Mr. Johnson.
'Tell him I'm right in the middle of an important conference," he smiled as he continued stabbing his prick in Helen's pussy.
Helen had become used to the secretary's interruptions. It didn't bother her at all. She simply looked the other way and went on pumping her vagina up and down on his throbbing penis.
She brushed her erect nipples over his chest. It pleased him to feel her get this turned on.
"Fuck me, fuck me," he cried eagerly.
He was fucking her good now. With hard, penetrating jabs he was giving her the wildest screw he knew how.
"Yes, yes," she cried earnestly, "screw me."
Placing his hot hands on her buttocks, he guided her.
"Baby, you're beautiful," he whispered. "Now you're fucking. That's the way I like it. Come on, fuck, fuck."
There was something intriguing about the way he screwed her. He seemed to have such a big cock. When she first observed his penis, she didn't notice it was this huge. But it felt huge now.
"Do you like the way I screw you?" he asked her anxiously.
Nodding, Helen told him, "You've got a big one, baby. And you know how to use it, too. Shove it in there, love."
He was fucking her wildly now. She was getting a big charge out of every stab of his penis in her pussy. She came and then he got his rocks off.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed excitedly. "Fuck it. Fuck it off."
Helen was delirious with excitement as he finished giving her a screw. Pulling off his rigid cock, she understood what had happened. Mr. Johnson had slipped on a penis enlarger over the head of his cock. He pulled it off and laughed as he told her what he had done.
"I thought something was different," she admitted, "but I enjoyed it. That was very thoughtful of you, Mr. Johnson."
She got dressed and left him. But after she was on the elevator, going down to the lobby, she realized she hadn't learned very much.
Helen went out to the parking lot and was about to get into her car, when a man noticed her.
"Hello there," he said, his eyes opening wide as if he was undressing her.
"I don't think I know you," Helen said quietly.
"Our souls have met in the spirit world," he declared dramatically. "But in the flesh I think this is the first time I've had the honor of laying eyes on you."
Helen did not appreciate his obvious line of bull.
"You're a phony," she told him, "and I'm not going to talk to you anymore. As far as I'm concerned, you can do what the boy from Nantucket did."
Shrugging, he asked her what the boy from Nantucket had done.
"The boy from Nantucket had such a long cock, he could suck it," she said abruptly.
That really got him angry. He didn't say another word to her as she got into her car and drove away.
Helen saw a rather distinguished man who was hitchhiking. She figured he probably ran out of gas or had a flat tire. So she parked her car at the side of the highway and picked him up.
"Thank you, thank you," he said. "I ran out of gas a couple of miles back. Sure was thoughtful of you to pick me up."
"Don't mention it," she told him. "What are friends for?"
At that point he reached over and patted her thigh. "That's what I always say," he told her in an erotic voice.
Helen thought he was being very bold. If he had a right to put his hand on her thigh, she certainly had an equal right. Placing her hand on his thigh, she nodded and smiled "Yes, that's what friends are for. To give a helping hand."
The gentleman unzipped his fly and placed her hand on his rigid penis.
"The best help your hand could give me, honey," he told her, "is a hand job. I hope you don't mind pulling on my pecker until you can let me off at the next gas station. I would really appreciate that."
Helen was bitter.
"You're full of hot air," she told him, "and I am not gonna pull you off."
"Not even for a price?" he smiled.
"That depends," she shook her head. "Now, just give me my hand back."
He wouldn't. He placed his hand over her hand and pulled on his throbbing male member. Helen thought it certainly was not very courteous to do this.
"You have bad manners," she shook her head at him.
"And I have thick balls," he told her. "And they're loaded. Honey, suck me off. I'll pay you good. I'll give you twenty to turn a trick."
Helen hadn't had anything to eat in a long time. Her long conference with Mr. Johnson had not given her an opportunity for a snack. So she figured she might as well take him up on his offer..
Pulling off to the side of the highway, she bent over his throbbing penis. She sucked and licked hungrily.
"You've got talent in your mouth," the total stranger told her, "but use your tongue. Flip it back and forth across the glans portion of my penis. Do I have to teach you the fine points of cock sucking? If that's the case, you've got to give me the twenty. You sure don't know how to give blow jobs."
Helen was insulted. Pulling her mouth off his cock, she complained.
"I've sucked off some of the classiest people," she told him, "and if you don't think my blow job is good enough for your dirty dick, you can put your prick right back in your pants."
Distraught now, the hitchhiker explained, "I could never get my cock with a hard-on back in my pants. Please, Helen, give me a blow job. I promise I won't criticize anymore."
Helen went on giving him a blow job. An officer going by figured something strange was happening. He observed one head on one side of the car and no one at the other side. He stopped to find out if he could help any.
"Could I help you out?" he asked Helen. Helen pulled her mouth off the total stranger's cock and looked at the officer in amazement. "I was here first," she told him.
Realizing the officer hadn't intended his help that way, she got a jolt when he gave her a ticket.
