Chapter 9
Helen began the month of August with a visit to Lester Thorpe. She hadn't planned it. She was downtown shopping one day, and along about five o'clock she realized she was only a block from Thorpe's Hardware. The memory of Thorpe's vigorous fucking brought a shiver to her spine, and she soon found herself entering the hardware store on a sudden impulse.
Thorpe was at the back of the store, sorting out paint cans. He looked her up and down, widening his eyes, and smiled.
"Need your lock changed again?"
Helen chuckled. "What do you think?"
"I'm about ready to close the store," he said. "There's some booze in the office."
She certainly didn't need the booze. Five minutes later he closed up the store and joined her in the office. He wasted no time. Within moments, he had his hand inside the front of her blouse and inside the edge of her bra cup. He clutched the soft, hot flesh of her tit, kneading it with his fingers.
"Take it easy," she said. "They're sensitive."
"Get the jugs out," he said brusquely. "Let's have a look at your tits."
The tone of his voice both frightened and thrilled her. Peeling off her blouse, she unhooked her bra and tossed it away. She pulled back her shoulders and lowered her eyes to watch her nipples quiver.
"Nice," he said. "Just like I remembered."
He put his hands on her tits. There was nothing tender about his touch. He hefted and weighed her breasts as though he were a farmer inspecting a cow.
Pulling over a nearby chair, he sat down in front of her with her tits hanging over his face. He licked a nipple, and then suddenly sucked it into his mouth. Tugging and chewing on the sensitive bud, he ran his hand down her thigh to the hem of her skirt, and then back up her no bare flesh with the skirt gathered ahead of his wrist. He fondled her hip, his hand inside her panties, and worked his fingers around to the front, to the edge of her cunt. As she squirmed her hips he brushed the edges of her cuntlips with his fingertips.
"How come your old man doesn't take care of you?" he said.
Helen moaned. "Never mind that," she said. "Don't talk about my husband, just do something to my pussy!"
Thorpe chuckled. "You're a juicy piece. I've got something special for you, but I'm going to tie you up first."
"The hell you are!"
His eyes looked mean for a moment, and then they narrowed. "We'll see," he said. "In the meantime, turn around and show me your ass."
Helen wondered what she'd got herself into. Thorpe had seemed safe enough the first time they'd been together. He seemed a little crazy now, almost dangerous. When she turned around and raised her skirt, he peeled her panties down to her ankles and helped her step out of them. She squirmed when he traced a finger along the crack of her ass. The finger moved down to probe her pouting cunt from the rear.
She wriggled the cheeks of her ass from side to side, wondering what he had in mind. Turning her head to look over her shoulder, she saw him pushing his pants and shorts down to his ankles. The fleshy pole of his cock reared up at a sharp angle from the dark mass of his pubic hair. The purplish, circumcised head glistened with juice at the slit. The bulging underside of the thick shaft showed a network of blue veins. His ball sac hung down like a leather bag from the base of his cock. She could see the huge balls, as big as plums, out-lined under the wrinkled hairy skin.
The expectations of having his fuck-meat penetrating her body brought a quiver of pleasure to her dripping cunt.
"Get the skirt off," he said.
She smiled wryly at her own helplessness. She'd walked into the store determined to stay in control, and here she was following orders like a slave-girl. Unzipping her skirt and slipping it off, she tossed it away and resumed her pose with her ass in front of his face.
He began-stroking the plump cheeks of her ass again, using his thumbs to spread them open and expose her asshole. She gasped at the first touch of his mouth. He ran his tongue from the base of her meaty cunt, up the center of the sweaty crack, over the tight hard bump of her asshole to the beginning of her spine.
"Oh, Christ!" she moaned.
Spreading her legs, she bent forward to help him. He gave her a long swipe with his tongue again, this time lingering more definitely at the tight ring of her asshole.
"Bend over the desk," he said.
It wasn't much of a desk, no more than a table piled high with old newspapers and assorted junk. She bent over with her head turned to one side and her tits dangling. She wondered if Lester Thorpe had been such an expert cocksman at the age of thirty.
Thorpe studied the way the long, smooth slope of her back flared into her wide hips. He ran his hands over the warm, glossy ass cheeks, parted the globes and moved a finger deep into the crack. He playfully teased the dark hairs growing up from her cunt to surround the ring of her asshole.
Her cunt steaming and quivering, Helen squirmed her hips. The lewd position, the total exposure of her cunt and ass, caused her to shudder with lust. She groaned when she felt Thorpe's warm cockhead moving between her ass cheeks.
Slowly rolling his hips, he dragged his cock along the upturned gulch of her ass. Then he pushed his cock down, bent his knees, and aimed at the slot of her cunt-hole.
Helen mewled with pleasure as the fat cockhead lodged in the dripping socket of her cunt-mouth. Reaching behind her, she grabbed the thick shaft protruding from between her ass cheeks.
"Tut it in!" she hissed. "Fuck me!"
She kept her finger on his cock, in order to feel his fuck-meat sliding into her hungry hole. She could feel her asshole contracting spasmodically, and it embarrassed her that there was no way to hide anything from him.
Thorpe shoved forward, slid his cock into the grip of the hairy cunt with a smooth, deep stroke. His bloated balls dangled against her thighs. He began fucking her with a strong, fluid-like motion of his hips.
Helen groaned as each stroke of his hard cock stretched her cunt-mouth. She felt like an animal, bending over to be pronged from behind like a dog, but she loved every minute of it. The sad thing was that the man behind her was Lester Thorpe and not her husband. Reaching a hand down beneath her belly, she grabbed Thorpe's heavy balls. The old bastard sure knew how to fuck!
Grunting and snorting, Thorpe rammed away at the curvaceous ass pressing against his belly. He hardly knew Ralph Percy, hadn't met him more than two or three times, and he wondered what sort of man Percy really was. He'd probably never find out. In the meantime, here was Percy's wife with her sweet little asshole winking up at him like a merry brown eye. She was a luscious piece-heavy tits, a full ass, and a juicy cunt. She was a woman made for fucking, a woman with an elastic cunt that gripped his cock like a dream. Nothing loose and sloppy about this one. This was prime, grade-A, first-class, deluxe pussy.
Without any warning, he stopped moving.
Helen groaned. "Don't stop!" she cried. "Keep fucking me!"
Thorpe chuckled. "Take it easy," he said. "Don't move, stay just like you are. I've got something you're really going to enjoy."
When she looked back over her shoulder, she saw he had something in his hand-a long, slim vibrator, something obviously designed for a special purpose. She knew it was forthe very thought of it sent the juices in her cunt gushing out over his cock. She felt him coating it with her cuntjuice. She heard him switch it on. Mewling and twitching, she waited breathlessly for the first contact. She shuddered when the tip of the slim vibrator touched her tight little asshole. A moment later, Thorpe pushed the cylinder into the depths of her ass.
"How does it feel?" he said.
"Oh, Jesus!" she moaned. "Be careful!"
She began bucking her hips, fucking back at the vibrating tool in her ass and his cock in her cunt. Her teeth clenched, she groaned at the exquisite sensation of the double impalement. He began moving cock and vibrator in synchrony, his fat cock reaming her dripping cunt, the vibrator rattling her shit-hole.
"Oh, God! Oh, dear God! Oh, shit!" She babbled away, squealing and grunting, her body shaking, her hips gyrating faster and faster. She soon found herself in the throes of a tremendous orgasm, bucking her ass like a demon, her throat gurgling out an animal-like sound of intense lust. When it was over, she continued grinding her cunt and ass on the cock and vibrator, as if to squeeze out the last spasm of pleasure.
When she finally straightened up and turned around, she found Thorpe sitting on a chair with his cock pointing at the ceiling.
"Don't you want to come?"
"Sure," he said. He patted his hairy thighs and grinned. "Have a seat."
Her eyes lowered, she gazed at the juice oozing out of the purplish head of his throbbing cock. Facing away from him, she placed her legs outside his knees and moved backward until she had her ass pressing against his chest.
"What the hell are you doing?" he said.
She laughed softly. "I'm going to sit on you and fuck you. Isn't that what you wanted?"
She squatted down. He guided his cock between her ass cheeks until the knob nudged her cuntlips. Looking down between her tits, she could see her swollen clit poking out and ready for action again. She pushed down and he steered his thick cock into her cunt-hole.
"God, yes!" she hissed. "You sure know how to fuck, don't you!"
Thorpe chuckled. "Lots of practice," he said.
"Don't you have a wife?"
"I've had three. If you ever leave your husband, you can be the fourth."
His cock slid smoothly up into her cunt, reaming out her dripping channel. A moment later her naked ass settled down on his hairy thighs and her cuntlips gripped the base of his cock.
"This is delicious," she said. "I've never done it this way."
Taking hold of her waist with both hands, he began moving her up and down on his fuckmeat. Rearing her head back, her hands clutching her tits, she screwed her cunt on the throbbing pole. Each thrust of his massive cock between her ass cheeks brought a squirming thrill of excitement.
"Oh, shit, give it to me!" she cried.
Squeezing her ass cheeks together, her hips plunging up and down on the juice-coated cock, she sensed he was about to come.
"Shoot it!" she hissed. "Fuck me!"
With a great roar, he bolted up his hips and began spurting his hot jism into her cunt. The boiling sperm gushed out of her hole and dribbled on his cock and balls. Pulling up her knees, her weight on his lap, she shuddered through another orgasm.
She came down slowly. Rising up awkwardly, wincing at the sound of his cock popping out of her cunt, she moved off his body. She could feel his jism trickling down the insides of her thighs. Without looking at him, she began gathering up her clothes.
"Not yet," he said.
She turned. He was sitting on the chair, his legs apart, his cock only half-deflated.
"Suck me off," he said.
The tone of his voice told her it would be simpler not to refuse. She had no particular interest in sucking his cock, she wanted to get out of there and get home. Thorpe noticed her hesitancy and sneered.
"It's your own cuntjuice," he said. "Suck me off."
"You can't come again."
"That's what you think, honey, but it ain't so."
She got down on her knees between his legs. Gazing at his stiff, juice-coated cock, she leaned forward and wrapped her fingers around it. Tilting it up, she opened her mouth and took him in.
Going to work on it, bobbing her head slowly up and down, she took in more and more of the meaty cock with each stroke. He began bucking his hips into her face, matching the pumping motions of her mouth.
"Keep at it," he said. "You're doing fine."
The raw lust involved in the act of sucking off a man she had just fucked, a man she hardly knew, made her shiver. She found herself turned on again.
She stretched her lips over the thick cockshaft. She moved a hand down to his balls, fondled and jiggled them, then ran her fingers into the crack of his ass to probe at his asshole.
Her mouth slipped off the glistening cock and she danced her tongue down its length. Dabbing at the base of his throbbing shaft, she swiped her tongue over his balls, lifted them, opened her mouth wide, and engulfed the entire hairy sac.
Thorpe groaned.
She sucked his balls, her hand moving up and down the wet, slippery pole of his cock.
He spread his legs and pulled them up so she could get her entire face in his crotch. She lifted his balls as he raised his ass, darting her tongue down into the crack until it came to his asshole. Probing at it a moment, she pushed her tongue into the tight puckered ring of his hole.
He bucked his hips. His legs rose up as he tilted backward, folding his body in half, the crack of his ass completely exposed.
She squirmed her tongue into his asshole until his balls rested against her forehead. His hands clutching the back of her head, he pulled her face tight against his crotch, squirmed his hips as she probed the pinched hole with her tongue.
She finally pulled her tongue out of his ass and licked upward until she came to his balls again. Sucking them briefly, she moved up the stiff shaft of his cock to the swollen cockhead. She wrapped her lips around it, closed her eyes and began sucking.
Saliva dribbled out of her mouth and ran down over his cock and balls to mix with the remnants of her cuntjuice. Her head bobbing up and down more rapidly, she began slurping over the meat of his cock.
She held his balls in one hand, gripped his cock with the other hand, pulled the skin down to expose the flared rim of the glistening cockhead. Moving the knob around in her mouth with a circular motion, she swirled her tongue over the tight skin and tickled the oozing slit.
He was stiff again, his cock fattening in her mouth like a meaty sausage. She giggled at the wonder of it, stuffing her face until she had his cockhead pushing at the back of her throat.
Determined now to drain his balls, she began fucking him with her mouth, pulling and sucking on his throbbing cock. Before long, she had him bucking and cursing, his cock twitching in the throes of a climax.
She abruptly pulled her face off his cock as the hot gobs of sperm spurting out of his cockhead. The jism splattered her face, the white juice hanging on her cheeks and then dribbling down to her mouth and chin.
Swiping out her tongue, she caught some of the sperm and drew it into her mouth.
"I told you there was more," Thorpe hissed. "You can't say I didn't tell you."
Her eyes glittering, she rose up, massaged her tits with her hands, and then looked down at him and smiled.
"Get me a towel," she said. "I think I ought to wipe my face before I go home."