Chapter 5
"Thorpe's Hardware," Ralph said. "You're going downtown anyway, honey, you might as well stop in and take care of it. Just ask for Lester Thorpe, the guy who owns the place. Tell him about the lock and he'll send someone out to take care of it."
Helen sighed as Ralph kissed her goodbye and left for work. She didn't mind taking care of the backdoor lock. The problem was she had a date with Bruce Dobbs and she hadn't really intended to go downtown. She called Bruce at his office, left a message for him canceling their date, and made herself another cup of coffee.
This thing with Bruce is too dangerous, she thought. But there she was sitting in the kitchen regretting the cancelled date. She'd been looking forward to a few hours of fun and games, and now she had nothing on the agenda to quiet her down. God, how she needed it! Maybe she was turning into a sex-freak, a nymphomaniac, one of those crazy women who could never get enough.
Rising up suddenly, she hurried Out of the kitchen to the upstairs bedroom. Stripping off her tank top, she feverishly ran her hands over her tits, her finger plucking at the turgid nipples. She sat down on the bed, peeled off the tight jeans, and tossed them onto a nearby chair. Kicking off her sandals, she stood up to remove her nylon panties. Her hands came up her thighs to rub the mound of her cunt.
Now she threw herself down on the bed, grinding her body against the mattress, her tits flattening as she rolled and squirmed. She felt a rising tide of pleasure spreading up from her cunt as her crotch found the bunched up bedsheet. She humped against it, pressing open her cuntlips, wriggling from side to side. Unable to stand the mounting tension, she flipped over onto her back, opened her legs wide, and moved a hand down to the steaming, wet gulch of her cunt.
She pushed two fingers deep into the grip of her cunt-hole, churned her juices, and used her thumb to massage her swollen clit.
The orgasm, when it arrived, was weak and useless. I need fucking, she thought, I can't take it any more.
Leaving the bed, she pulled some clothes out of the closet and started dressing. By the time she had her make-up on, the tension in her pussy had settled down to something bearable. She tried keeping her mind occupied with the trivia of housekeeping. Maybe she'd go shopping after taking care of the lock at the hardware store. Maybe something would turn up to make the afternoon interesting.
Driving the Chevy downtown, she finally chuckled at all the fuss she was making.
It could be worse, she thought. She was still young and attractive enough to get a man's attention, to get that special look of lust in a man's eyes. By the time she pulled up at the hardware store, her spirits were up again and she felt fine.
She pranced into the store with her high heels clicking on the wooden floor.
"Lester Thorpe," she said.
A tall man with beady eyes and a thin smile looked her up and down. "I'm Lester Thorpe," he said.
"My husband thought you might be able to come out to our house today to fix the lock on our back door. I'm Helen Percy."
The smile broadened. "Sure, Mrs. Percy, I know your husband. I can be out there at two o'clock. How's that?"
"Fine," she said. His eyes were on her breasts. She pulled her shoulders back to tighten the front of her blouse over her tits. The gleam of lust in his eyes brought a quiver to her pussy. She gave him the address, turned to walk out, and threw him a coy look over her shoulder.
"I'll be expecting you," she said.
Now his eyes were on the full globes of her ass. "I'll be there," he said. "Two o'clock sharp. Lester Thorpe is dependable."
She walked away feeling as if the cheeks of her ass were naked, as if Lester Thorpe knew exactly what she looked like without clothes.
She had less than an hour until two o'clock, and she decided to return home. One look from a man and I roll over, she thought. Well why not? Lester Thorpe looked at least as competent as Bruce Dobbs and she had a sopping wet cunt waiting to be filled.
Inside the house, she stripped off her clothes, climbed into a bikini, and stretched out on the back lawn to get some sun. The sunbathing, of course, was nothing more than an excuse for the bikini. She smeared suntan lotion on her legs and thighs and arms, and then she lay back and turned her face up to the sky.
Thorpe arrived promptly at two o'clock and set to work changing the lock on the back door off the kitchen. Helen busied herself at the sink.
"How about some coffee?" she said.
Thorpe rose up and flashed a smile. "I wouldn't mind at all," he said. His eyes raked over her belly and tits before moving up to her face. She stood there a moment, letting him have a good look, and then she turned to the stove and offered him the rear view. She could feel the sudden racing of her heart, the warmth in her belly, the stiffening of her nipples as her breasts swelled. Handing him a full cup of coffee, she smiled at him over the rim of her own.
"Thanks," he said.
She boldly glanced down at the front of his trousers, her eyes narrowing with speculation, her tongue flicking out to moisten her full lips.
"Your husband's a lucky man," he said.
Helen shivered. "How come?"
"You know what I mean," Thorpe chuckled. "Whatever that outfit you've got on is hiding, which isn't much, looks first class."
"I hope you don't mind my being dressed this way," she said. "It's too hot to wear clothes."
"I don't mind at all, not when there's something to look at."
He fixed his eyes on her tits, his gaze devouring the full thrust of the globes under the skimpy top. After a long moment, his eyes rose up and locked with hers.
This is it, she thought. With no more than a slight lifting of an eye-brow, she reached back, unsnapped the top covering her tits, and tossed it on a chair. She straightened up, her tits swollen and thrusting forward, her dark nipples long and thick. With an almost imperceptible shudder, she raised her hands, lifted her tits and offered them to Thorpe.
"Christ, what a pair of jugs!" he hissed.
He put one hand on her shoulder, his fingers running over her skin to feel the soft warmth of her flesh. Then his hand moved down to cover the firmness of a heavy tit, his palm pressing the turgid nipple.
Her eyes lowered, Helen watched the hand that held her breast. She winced when his fingers pinched and tugged the rubbery nipple.
"That's a classy tit," he said.
She smiled. "You like them big?"
"Sure, why not?" he said. "A woman with big tits is usually a good fuck."
Once again his hands captured the full globes of firm tit-flesh and began massaging them, pinching the hard nipples between his fingers, squeezing them until they jutted out like rigid spikes.
Her eyes narrowed, she moaned at the pleasure produced by his touch. The force and vigor in his hands thrilled her to the core, bringing a quiver of lust and anticipation to her pussy.
Feasting his eyes on her tits, he suddenly lowered is head and pressed his face against the warm flesh. His mouth opened, closed again over a long nipple, and he began sucking and tonguing the sensitive tit.
"Let's go to the bedroom," she said. "I'd like to get comfortable." She extended a hand to touch the outline of his cock, her fingers tightening around it through the cloth of his pants.
He followed her to the bedroom, his hungry eyes devouring her body. She peeled off her bikini bottom and watched him undress. The first appearance of his meaty swollen cock brought a shudder to her spine. He stretched out on the bed and she leaned over him, sniffing at his cock, delicately kissing it, her tongue swirling over the fat cockhead. She smiled when the touch of her mouth caused his throbbing meat to quiver.
Reaching up, Thorpe grabbed her naked tits, pushing them together, tightening his grip until she winced.
"Easy!" she said. "They're sensitive!"
If he gave a damn, there was no way to know it. He ran his fingers through her hair, and pulled her head down until her hanging tits were brushing across his thighs.
With a soft laugh, she closed her mouth over his cock, working her lips on his cockhead, her face slowly bobbing up and down. The touch of her tongue on the underside of his shaft made him groan with pleasure.
His hips lurched as he tried to push his cock into her mouth. Teasing him, she nibbled and tongued the knob, occasionally closing her mouth over it and sucking vigorously. She finally pulled away, rolled over on her back, and opened her legs.
"Suck me!" she hissed. "Suck my pussy!"
Climbing between her legs with a snort of lust, he jammed his face against her cunt.
"Eat it!" she groaned. "Eat me out!"
He teased her by first running the flat of his tongue over the silky insides of her thighs. She could feel his hot breath working up toward her pussy, as the bristles on his jaw scratched her sensitive skin.
"Come on, kiss it!" she hissed.
He lapped his tongue over the pulsing pink bud of her clitoris, tickling and probing, then running his tongue down to diddle her cunthole. She suddenly pushed his head away, turned over on her hands and knees, and looked back at him with glittering eyes.
"Kiss my ass!" she said. "Kiss it, lover!"
Grunting his approval, he leaned forward to plant a trail of wet kisses on the quivering white cheeks of her ass.
Spreading her legs, she lowered her head and shoulders to the mattress, swayed her hips from side to side, and shivered at the warm touch of his tongue. She could feel his suctioning lips moving into the crack of her ass, pressing between the quivering white cheeks.
Then his lips were suddenly on her asshole, his tongue lapping over the wrinkled ring of muscle, and finally pushing into the hot grip of the sphincter.
She squealed, shivering in response to the sucking and tonguing of her shit-hole. He held onto her hips with both hands and planted a series of noisy, slurping kisses on the brown hole. Helen gasped and snapped her hips back, pushing her ass against his face. The exquisite sensation of his tongue stretching her tight asshole was overwhelming. She began mewling and groaning, climbing up to an orgasm. Reaching back with both hands, she pried open her ass cheeks to his mouth and shuddered through a final spasm.
She finally turned over on her back and opened her legs to him. In a moment he had his thick cock driving into the sopping wet depths of her cunt. She groaned at the first pile-driving stroke and wrapped her arms around his back, raking his skin with her fingernails.
He fucked with a pile-driving tempo, his fat cock reaming out the soft tissues of her cunt. She began grunting, aching with lust, mewling at the way he filled her with his hard fuck-meat.
Hardware, she thought, this is the real hardware. He comes to change a lock and reams me out instead.
When he moved his hands up to clutch her tits, she began bucking against his cock.
"Fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck me hard!"
Once again she began moving up to a climax, her cunt quivering spasmodically, her ass squirming, her legs trembling.
He pistoned in and out, driving deep, his balls slapping against her ass, carrying her up to the peak. He suddenly pulled out, his cock coated with her fuck-juice, and hissed in her ear: "Turn over!" he said. "Get on all fours!"
She rolled over and kneeled, her head and shoulders down, her ass up in the air, showing him her wet hairy crotch, her gaping cunt, her winking asshole. A moment later she felt his cockhead ramming at the tight asshole.
"Oh, no!" she cried. "I've never had it in there! You'll kill me!"
"Relax," Thorpe hissed. "There's always a first time."
The blunt head of his cock jammed against her tight sphincter. Her asshole instinctively tightened and his cockhead was deflected.
She was shocked when she realized the idea of being fucked in the ass turned her on. Oh, God, yes! she thought. She hoped he wouldn't hurt her, but she knew she had to take him in there.
Thorpe grabbed his cock in his fist and pushed his cockhead at the ring of her asshole. The muscles suddenly stretched and he snapped in. Her asshole tightened like a vise around his meat, and at first she instinctively tried to reject him. But then she relaxed, pushed her ass backward to accept him, and another inch of his cock reamed into her shithole.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she groaned.
Slippery with her cuntjuice, his cockhead lodged behind the tight ring of her sphincter. He pushed in deeper, driving the full length of his cock up her ass.
She mewled and moaned and squirmed beneath him. The sensation of his fuck-meat in her ass was both lewd and delicious. She pressed her cheek against the mattress and covered her head with her hands.
He fucked her slowly, using short strokes that gradually became longer, his speed increasing, his urgency building up to a pitch. Waves of pleasure suffused every square inch of her body.
Then his vigorous stroking pushed her off her knees and down onto her belly. His cock remained inside her ass as her body flattened. He pressed down on top of her, his hands clutching and squeezing her tits.
Her eyes closed, her mouth parched, her breath came in short, hot pants. She could feel him breathing on the side of her neck, she could hear his groans as he began working his cock once again in and out of her shit-hole.
Realizing he was about to come, about to shoot his hot load of jism into the depths of her ass, she squirmed and twisted like a madwoman, her body shuddering with lust.
And then he came, his load spurting deep into her bowels, his bloated balls exploding his jism deep into her ass. Racking sensations convulsed her empty cunt, as her own body responded with the ultimate oblivion of a shattering orgasm.