Chapter 12
They did have their own particular brand of bridge game and the scene that was acted there was far wilder and more satisfying than any that had gone on between them before. Stimulated by George's unbelievable attributes, they writhed about on the rug in violent embrace before a fire that was roaring in the fireplace, the frantically moving shadows that were cast on the far wall creating a "Dante's Inferno-like" atmosphere.
Deep in slumber like the child that he was, George slept through it all, the shrieking, the piercing screams of orgasm after orgasm. Finally around four in the morning the three thoroughly satisfied guests staggered from the house, pausing before they did to raise the afghan and stare wistfully at George's limp, but still sizable cock nestling comfortably between his great balls.
The three guests kissed Helen on the cheek as they left in a genteel manner, as though they were departing after a quiet game of bridge, Florence whispering, "Now don't keep that fat boy-cock to yourself, my deah ... we expect to have a taste of it at least once a week or remember what I said about hiring him away from you."
"Don't worry, girls," Helen said wearily. "Same time next week."
"Gosh," Terry exclaimed as she replaced the lipstick that had been deposited on various sex organs during the long night. "My mouth is going to be watering until then."
"Not me," Grace giggled. "I loved it, but I'm not like you, Terry, it's my cunt that will be watering."
They all burst into laughter at this and the evening ended on a cheery note. As soon as the door closed Helen ran to George and shook him violently in a vain attempt to waken him, but in the deep slumber that only the young can sink to, she met with little success. Finally she had him awake to the point where she could assist him off the table and up the stairs, supporting him with her unusual strength as she walked behind him supporting his arms. As they climbed the stairs she thrilled as his pendulous balls kept slapping against her black nyloned thighs and her depleted passions somehow began to rise again.
Once in the bedroom she awkwardly supported him with one hand as she yanked back the sheets on her oversized bed and lowered him into it. Instantly he drifted into deep slumber once again. She stared down at his sleeping form for a moment, loving every finely etched muscle in his clean, boyish body; the contradiction of the great mass of curly black pubic hair that matched hers and the accompanying massive cock and balls. Gently she reached down and pried his legs apart till they were as splayed as they could go. Then slowly, so as to make certain that she not arouse him, she climbed onto the bed and crawled between his legs, unfortunately he missed the incredible sight of her monstrous melons dangling down so far that the great nipples slid over the sheets as they swayed pendulously.
She lay on her stomach between his legs, her face just inches from his bulging genitals. She reached behind her and tugged the single sheet up over them till it came to his chest. Dawn was breaking now and the light that flowed through the thin sheet illuminated the area enough so that she felt that she was in a little twilight world of her own, all alone with the massive cock and balls that lay on the sheets before her.
Easily, delicately, she peeled his foreskin back not waiting for what was a forthcoming erection to do so. She placed the tip of the soft, satiny knob between pursed lips and sucked it into her mouth as she might suck ice cream from a cone, only his limp prick was hot, marvelously hot.
She lay quietly, not moving a muscle, his penis in her mouth but not working on it, just letting it lay peacefully on her tongue, listening ... his breathing hadn't changed, wonderful ... delightful. Here in her little world beneath the sheet, a world of gathering warmth and rosy light as the sun began to cast its rays into the room, she had this amazing cock and balls at her disposal without their possessor's knowledge. There was something excruciatingly exciting about it. They were her toys to play with as she would ... no one to tell her no. Without her realizing it Helen was reverting to her childhood there beneath the sheets. The incredible night of debauchery had contributed largely to this, her subconscious not willing to accept this was throwing her gears into reverse, sending her back to her childhood where she would be safe, safe from guilt over the events that had transpired earlier. Now she had three playthings, a cock and two balls ... how lovely they were ... how delicious the penis, just like the all-day suckers mommy used to buy for her.
That's what it was ... an all-day sucker ... and the balls, oh yes, they were the balls she and her brother used to love to play with ... but how did all that hair get stuck to them?
"Oh mommy, thank you for the all-day sucker," she cooed softly. "It tastes better than usual, mommy. I want to suck it for a whole week. And the balls, mommy, someone's let the air out of them, they're soft when I pinch them like this ... and this ... oh, MOMMY, instead of growing smaller my all-day sucker is growing larger and larger. You must always buy me this kind, mommy."
Helen went on and on with her aimless child talk as George's cock fattened and lengthened once again. As the giant head puffed her cheeks out to the exploding point, raising her head under the sheets till she was forced to get up on her elbows, she dropped his balls and wrapped her gloved fingers around his thick shaft.
"Oh mommy, even the stick on my all-day sucker is growing larger. That IS unusual, mommy ... perhaps brother can make a baseball bat out of it if it grows large enough, he's always wanted a bat ... oh I want to lick the stick too, it's so sticky and nice."
Helen released George's rapidly swelling knob and began with a series of little cat-licks down his long shaft, kissing, nibbling and teasing, pressing her chin between his huge balls, nuzzling her face into his massive bush.
With one long, smoldering, juicy suck on George's cock-head, Helen scrambled to her knees, the sheet riding like a golden tent around her. Grasping his great cock in gloved hands that could hardly hold him they were so slippery with his juices, she steered the great red head between her gaping vaginal lips. She pressed forward and the giant cock slithered into her cunt, forcing the delicate tendons apart.
"Oh MOMMY," she wailed. "This feels far better than brother's little fingers ... it's much better fucking my all-day sucker ... OU-U-U, it feels so GOOD-D-D-D."
Helen was riding easily now on his great prick, like a woman posting on a fast moving horse, her legs providing the momentum as her powerful thigh muscles were used to good advantage, lifting up her great weight till there was a loud sucking sound from her cunt area as his knob almost emerged, then releasing her weight so that his cock skewered into her till their hairy bellies socked together, her great buttocks crushing his balls into the softness of the bed.
"Oh MOMMY, it's marvelous ... I feel something strange in my cunny ... like something is going to happen ... OU-U-U-U-U MOMMY ... something DID happen and it was wonderful ... who would ever think that a little all-day sucker could make you feel so good ... now, put me to bed and tuck me in mommy ... I feel awful sleepy."