Chapter 10
"Let's fuck," Ralph said.
It was eight-thirty in the morning. The children had just left for school. Helen looked at her husband with puzzled eyes.
"Is anything wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," he said. "I just feel like fucking."
"We haven't done it in the morning in years."
"So what. Let's go back to the bedroom."
He pinched her ass as they left the kitchen. He had to be off to work, and she knew the fucking would last no more than a few minutes. She decided the easiest way was to go along with it and get out of it what she could.
Inside the bedroom, she dropped her robe and stretched out on the bed with her eyes on the thick cock springing out of the middle of Ralph's hairy body. Opening her legs, she exposed her crotch and invited him to climb into the saddle.
As she had expected, there were no preliminaries. He maneuvered himself between her spread thighs, carefully positioned his cock, and plunged his hips down to spear her cunt on his fleshy pole.
Wrapping her legs around him, clutching his ass with her hands, she squirmed her cunt around his rampant fuck-meat. He pumped in and out, his body rising and falling, and before long he groaned, stiffened, and shot his load.
Her eyes closed, she waited for him to roll off. He finally vented a short grunt and left the bed to finish dressing for work.
It's not worth the effort, she thought. The fucking had done nothing more for her than turn her on. Now she had the tension tingling in her cunt and the cock that ought to take care of it was soft and useless.
When Ralph was dressed, she accompanied him to the front door, kissed him goodbye, and snapped the lock. Now she had to face the sexual turmoil in her body.
Returning to the bedroom, she quickly slipped out of her robe. She ran her hands over her swollen tits, her fingers plucking at her distended nipples, teasing the long buds, her eyes fixed on the quivering mounds. Dropping her hands, she ran her fingertips over the bulge of her cunt. She pulled at the thick hair framing her meaty cuntlips. She caught sight of her image in the full length mirror on the wall and offered herself a wry smile.
Mrs. Helen Percy at home, she thought, diddling her pussy before breakfast.
Her hands worked over her body, up over her tits, compressing and lifting them while she watched her image in the mirror.
She threw herself on the bed, her legs splayed open, her hands clutching at the meat of her cunt. She pushed a finger into the dripping hole, squirmed it around to feel the wetness. Then she pushed another finger in beside the first, stretching her cunt-mouth, fucking herself with her hand.
Pulling her fingers out, moaning at the sucking noise, she ran them up the slick groove between her drooping cunt-lips to the bud of her clit. The tiny tip poked out like a miniature cock, hard and throbbing. She gently caressed her clit with her wet fingertips, and then gradually increased the pressure until the entire flat of her hand was rapidly massaging her cunt.
Her turgid nipples pointing at the ceiling, her legs opening and closing like a giant mouth, she continued the friction on her crotch until the sensations reached a crescendo in a small, but intense orgasm.
She knew she couldn't make another one. Not this morning. In any case, she had a date with Bruce Dobbs and her pussy would get what it wanted later on.
It's like a hungry animal, she thought. My cunt is insatiable.
Insatiable or not, her pussy needed attention, and when she found herself in Bruce's presence an hour later, the warmth in her crotch was unmistakable.
"I missed you," he said. "You're good company."
She didn't believe a word of it. He missed her ass and tits, but certainly nothing else. It didn't matter. The only thing she cared about was his cock and the way he handled her body. He now had his hands on her tits, fondling them under her jersey top, and her nipples were hard and long and tingling.
Pushing his hands away, she pulled the top over her head and tossed it onto a chair. Without a bra, her tits swayed like two heavy melons. She ruffled her hair and looked at him with sultry eyes.
"Christ, you're enough to melt an iceberg!" he said.
She smiled. Raising a tit with both hands, she offered him the fruity nipple.
"You must think I'm a slut," she said.
He looked at her a long moment and then shrugged. "Don't be stupid. You're a woman who likes to fuck and your old man is lazy. You never talk about him, you know. What is it with him?"
"Take this in your mouth and keep quiet."
He chuckled. Lowering his head, he closed his lips and teeth over the long, thick nipple. She reached down to the bulge in his crotch and fingered his thickening cock. When he finally pulled his face off her tit, she pinched his cock-head and laughed softly.
"Take it out," she said.
"Take what out?" he teased.
"Your cock, dummy. Show me your prick."
"Jesus, you're a tough little cookie, aren't you? Be my guest. You want the meat, you fish it out."
My husband is a lazy sonofabitch, she thought.
Unzipping his fly, she pulled out his heavy cock, closed her fist around it, and began pumping the skin back and forth over the hard shaft.
"Easy," Bruce said. "The gun is loaded."
"If you come on my skirt, I'll kill you."
"Just say where and when, and I'll make the delivery," he laughed.
Stepping back, she sat down on a chair and looked at him with an amused smile.
"Promise?"
"Sure," he said. "Dobbs always delivers."
"Jerk off."
"You're kidding."
"I'm not kidding," she chuckled. "I'd like very much to watch you jerk off. Hasn't a woman asked you to do that before? Anyway, I thought Dobbs always delivers. Deliver me something in the air."
He began slowly pumping his cock. "Christ, you're a nut!" he said. "It's not even lunchtime, and here I am jerking off. It's crazy! How would you like to meet a friend of mine? He's about as crazy as you are."
"What's his name?"
"Wally."
"That's a nice name," she said. "Yes, I'd like to meet him. Are you close? Tell me when you're close. And don't turn away. I want to see it squirt out."
Moments later he groaned and shot a wad of thick, ropy jism halfway across the room.
Wally turned out to be a disheveled artist living in a garage at the edge of town.
"Pose for me," he said.
At first she refused. She was afraid to expose herself to a critical eye. But he kept staring at her tits with a wild look in his eyes, and in the end she laughed and gave in. She stripped off her jersey top and let him look at her breasts. The lust in his eyes was almost frightening. He made her turn around so that he could look at her tits from various angles. He made her walk so that he could watch them jiggle. He finally sat her down on a chair. Bare-titted, her skirt pulled primly over her knees, she sat with her hands folded in her lap. Bruce announced he was going off for beer and sandwiches, and she was suddenly alone with Wally.
"Great tits," Wally said. He was sketching something on a big pad and she wondered if he really knew how to draw.
"Lift them up," he said.
"What?"
"Lift up your tits. Use your hands."
Moving her hands to her breasts, hefting the large globes, she raised an eyebrow. "Is this part of the posing, or are we into something else?"
"That depends on you," he said.
She gazed at his beard, wondering how it would feel between her legs. Then her eyes moved down to his crotch and she smiled at the obvious bulge. He finally put down the drawing pad and walked over to stand in front of her. She imagined she could see his cock throbbing under the denim of his faded jeans. When she lifted her face to meet his eyes, he grinned.
"Do you give head?"
She blushed. Then she realized she was being ridiculous. "That depends on the equipment," she teased.
He accepted the challenge. His eyes fixed on her naked tits, he slowly unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his thighs. He wore no shorts and his cock sprang free to dangle over a pair of large balls covered with blond hair.
Leaning forward, she licked the cockhead, nuzzling it and wetting it with the tip of her tongue. She sucked tentatively at the open slit, and then opened her mouth wide enough to admit the knob, her teeth stripping back the foreskin. Closing her lips around the meaty, throbbing shaft, she began to suck.
She drew in the cockjuice seeping out of the slit, rolling it around with her tongue and finally swallowing it.
His hips moved slowly and steadily, approaching and withdrawing as he gently fucked her face. At intervals he pushed forward to get deeper penetration, his cockhead jamming at the back of her throat.
Bruce Dobbs returned with the food at the instant she had her lips extended as far along the shaft as possible to totally engulf the juicy cock.
"I see we're all nice and friendly," Bruce said.
Pulling her mouth off Wally's cock, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand and rose up. There was no need any more to play games. She pranced away to the bathroom to pee and strip off the rest of her clothes. When she returned to the studio, she found the two men both completely naked. They uncapped the beer, unwrapped the sandwiches, and ten minutes later she was sitting on a battered sofa between the men with a cock in each hand.
She could feel the blood beating in both shafts and the cockheads pulsing with excitement. She remembered the two boys she'd fucked at the picnic ground, but this was different. Bruce and Wally were grown men, exuding a virility that brough a quiver of lust to her pussy.
She began stroking the cocks in rhythm, pulling her fists over both cockheads at the same time, sliding the loose skin back and forth over the throbbing flesh. Slipping her hands under their balls, she jiggled them on her palms, her fingertips tickling and pinching the hairy, wrinkled sacs. She felt like sucking again, but now she was unable to decide which cock to take first.
Leaning forward, she touched the tip of her extended tongue to Wally's bulging knob. A small drop of juice had collected at the slit and she licked it off. Then she squeezed Bruce's cock to bring out a drop of fluid on his cockhead. Licking it off, she leaned back and mixed the juices in her mouth.
"Not much difference in taste," she said.
"Which one is better?"
"I'm not telling," she teased.
She made them stand up in front of her, their bellies close together, and she rubbed the thick ends of their cocks on her wet lips and stroked the meaty shafts with her fingers. The two cockhead slapped together in the opening of her mouth. She swirled her tongue over the spongy fuck-meat, savoring the feel and taste of it.
"Great head," Wally said. Bruce answered with a short grunt. "Yeah," he said.
The ring of Helen's lips was soon smeared with the white froth of her own saliva. She found herself intoxicated by the hard, wet meat of the two men. She rolled their slippery cocks around on her flushed cheeks, her melon tits heaving, her nostrils flaring with excitement.
Suddenly wrapping her lips around the hot head of Wally's cock, she leaned forward and swallowed half his length with a single stroke.
"Oh, yeah!" he groaned. "That's the way, baby! Show us some talented cocksucking!"
She began pumping her face up and down over his cock, the tight ring of her lips dragging back over the turgid shaft with each stroke. Flecks of foam appeared at the corners of her mouth as she sucked and slobbered. She kept a hand on Bruce's cock, squeezing and pumping him with her fingers.
Abruptly releasing Wally's cock, she engulfed Bruce's meat with one smooth motion. She began ramming her mouth up and down on his cock, her head bobbing, her lips drooling, an occasional snort escaping through her nose.
Now releasing Bruce, his wet, throbbing cock springing from her mouth, she turned her head and clamped down on Wally's rampant fuck-meat. She worked his cock in and out of her lips until he groaned. At that moment, she released him and gobbled up Bruce again.
Moving her head back and forth, she sucked first one and then the other, until both of them were on the verge of coming.
"Jesus Christ, what a mouth!" Wally said.
With a soft moan, she rammed both cocks between her lips, her mouth straining to accommodate the two bulging cock-heads. She held them like that, her face stuffed with their fuck-meat, beating them off with her hands, squeezing the pulsing shafts.
They came together, spurting their twin loads into her waiting mouth as she pumped them vigorously with her hands. Spurt after spurt of hot jism jetted between her lips, splattering the insides of her mouth and the back of her throat, forcing her to swallow with a convulsive, noisy gulping. There was too much of it. The sperm squirted out of the corners of her mouth, ran down over her chin to drip over her heaving tits.
When it was all over, she pulled back her head and rolled the jism-smeared tips of their cocks around on her lips. She licked and sucked with a wet, slurping sound. Then she leaned back on the sofa, her face coated with jism, and began feverishly fingering her cunt.
"Oh, Jesus!" Bruce moaned. "What a fucking cockhound!"
"Jazz your cunt, baby!" Wally hissed. "Open it up and let it all pour out!"
Drops of jism ran down her neck and chest and trickled between her tits. She rapidly massaged her swollen clit. Pulling up her knees and spreading her thighs, she showed them the raw, gaping wound of her cunt.
"Oh, yeah!" Wally said.
"That's it!" Bruce said.
Their hands pumped their cocks, turned on again by the excitement of watching her masturbate. They kept their eyes riveted on the blur of her hand as she brought herself to the brink of orgasm.
A moment later, the first violent convulsions contorted her face and body. She shuddered through a series of spasms, and finally the tension slowly vanished from her jismsmeared face.
Clutching her cunt, she fell back on the sofa with a groan.