Chapter 8
"Jesus, what an ass!" he said. Earl, the milkman, had her pressed up against the refrigerator in the kitchen. He had his hands on her ass cheeks, his fingers digging into the rubbery flesh, pulling her body against him. Helen could feel his hard cock pressing on her belly. She wiggled her ass from side to side, rubbing against him. "Glad you like it," she said. She'd had no idea of seeing him again, but he'd appeared suddenly at the door with his tongue wetting his lips and his eyes rolling with invitation. The memory of his avid cuntsucking had quickly broken down her resistance.
Slipping his hand under the waistband of her slacks, he laughed and pinched an ass cheek.
"I'm going to suck all the cream out of that little pussy of yours," he said. "Would you like that?"
She squirmed against his cock. "It sounds like a lovely idea."
Then his fingers were moving into the moist crack of her ass, probing past her asshole to search out the dripping folds of her cunt. When she spread her legs, he immediately pushed two fingers into the hot grip of her cunt-hole.
"Juicy cunt!" he hissed. "I like them juicy!"
Helen shivered. "Let's go to the living room," she said.
She sat down on the sofa and let Earl pull off her slacks and panties. His eyes glittered when he saw the crotch of her panties soaked with her cuntjuice. Holding up the frilly nylon to his nose, he sniffed deeply and chuckled.
"Heaven!" he said. "A juicy cunt on my day off. What more can a man ask for?"
Helen found herself laughing. "Do you really like pussy-juice that much?"
"I love it!" he grinned. "Ever since my wife died, I've done nothing except suck pussy.
You see how healthy I am?"
Helen giggled. She wondered how old he was. He looked somewhere between fifty and sixty, but he might be more than that. Was it possible cuntjuice was a health food? I'm going crazy, she thought. My brains are getting rattled.
Her palpitating cunt was at the edge of the sofa cushion, her spread legs drawn up to her tits. Earl knelt down in front of her and she draped her legs over his shoulders. Leaning forward, his eyes filled with lust, he pried open her drooping cuntlips and swiped the flat of his tongue from cunthole to clit.
"That's nice!" she hissed. He reminded her of an affectionate cocker spaniel, and she had an urge to tickle him behind the ears as if he were a puppy-dog, a cute little puppy-dog lapping at her pussy.
He probed into her cunt-hole, licking and sucking her juices with his warm tongue. He snorted and slurped at her meat. The sound of his sucking drove her wild, and she kicked her heels on his back to urge him on.
"Suck!" she crooned. "Suck it all out!"
He pulled her swollen cuntlips into his mouth, sucking and chewing at them until she shuddered. Her stiff, throbbing clit quivered impatiently, and when he finally began massaging it with his tongue, she moaned in response. A moment later he pulled his face away and gazed at her gaping cunt.
"You've got a tasty little pussy," he said.
"Suck me, you bastard! Don't stop now!"
"Easy, honey," he laughed. "What's the rush!"
"Oh, shit," she said. "You're impossible. Tell me about your wife. Did you ever fuck her?"
"Of course, I fucked her. She was my wife, wasn't she?"
"What kind of fucking did you do? Did you do anything freaky?"
A blush came to his cheeks. "Freaky? What the hell does that mean?"
Helen laughed. She was determined to get Earl to fuck her. "You know very well what I mean. What did your wife do to turn you on?"
He was silent a long moment. Then his eyes narrowed and he spoke quietly. "Sometimes she got on the floor on all fours," he said.
"Like a doggie, huh?"
"Yeah," he said. "Like a doggie."
Her eyes lowered, her lips turned up in a soft smile, Helen pulled her legs off his shoulders and rose up. Peeling off her blouse and bra, she cupped her heavy tits in her hands. "Naked?"
"Yeah," Earl said. "Naked."
She got down on the rug on all fours and wagged her ass at him like a bitch in heat.
"How's that?" she said.
"I can see your asshole."
"Would you like to fuck me there?"
There was no answer. She looked back over her shoulder. She smiled when she saw that Earl had his cock out of his pants. Lowering her shoulders to the floor, she reached her hands back and pulled open the cheeks of her ass.
"Lick me," she hissed. "Get behind me and lick my cunt!"
In a moment, Earl was crouching behind her with his face buried in the crack of her ass. Helen mewled and squealed in response to the wet tickling of his tongue along the groove between her cunt and asshole. Finally rolling over onto her back, she shifted her body on the rug and grabbed the loose, hanging sac of his huge balls. Earl moved a hand to her crotch, his fingers spreading her cuntlips and slipping inside.
"Fuck me," she said. She pushed her steaming cunt at his fingers.
He began pistoning two fingers in and out of her cunt. Using his other hand, he located her swollen clit and began massaging it with his thumb.
Helen soon pushed him away and straddled his head with her face toward his feet. Lowering her head, her tits resting on his hairy belly, she closed her fist around the hard shaft of his cock and began licking the fat knob. When she cupped and squeezed his bloated balls, a grunt of pleasure gargled out of Earl's throat.
She now had her body poised over him, her cunt hanging over his face, her mouth closed on the tip of his cock. He spread her cuntlips and began probing her gash with his tongue. Opening her mouth wide, she lowered it over the bulging cockhead and began sucking, bobbing her head up and down on the throbbing cock.
She could feel his warm tongue move over her cuntlips, stab at the swollen bud of her clit, probe the brimming well of her cunt-hole. Her tits rubbed against his belly and her hips heaved against his face. Frustrated by the hunger in her cunt, she rolled off him and hissed:
"Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me!"
On her back, her hands hooked under her knees to pull her legs up to her tits, she watched him crouch in front of her. Fingering his balls, stroking his cock, he positioned his cockhead in the socket of her dripping cunt.
A deep moan of triumph and pleasure escaped her lips as he slid his cock smoothly into the hot channel of her cunt. Clamping her cunt muscles around his shaft, she hooked her legs over his shoulders.
With long, slow thrusts, he began pumping his cock in and out of her slippery cunt. She could see the gleaming, juice-coated shaft pistoning between her meaty cuntlips. She could feel the fat cockhead slamming against her insides.
"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Do it harder! Fuck me harder!"
Her knees jammed against the globes of her tits, she rocked back and forth on his pumping cock.
Without any warning, Earl pulled his cock out of her cunt and growled.
"Turn over," he said. "Show me your ass."
She rolled over, crouched on her knees, offering him her cunt and ass. He pried her cuntlips apart with his thumbs and pushed his cock into the gaping hole.
"Oh, yes!" she moaned. "Give it to me!
Fuck me!"
She swayed her hips from side to side as he drove his cock into the swampy channel of her cunt. Leaning forward, Earl reached his hands beneath her body to clutch her hanging tits. His fingers located her long, thick nipples, and he began pulling and tugging at them. She ground her ass back against his hips, churning her cunt against the meat of his cock. They fucked in a frenzy until Earl pulled out of her again and ordered her to sit on him.
He helped her kneel over him, spread her cuntlips, and positioned his cock at her cunthole. Allowing her legs to relax, feeling the long, smooth cock slide up into her body, she sat down on his lap. She began moving her hips from side to side and up and down on the spear of his cock. He reached up to grab her swinging tits, molding them and caressing them with his hands.
Spreading her cuntlips with her fingers, Helen moaned and pushed her swollen clit down to rub against his crotch-hair. When he grabbed her ass, pinching and squeezing the fat cheeks. She snorted and hissed down at his face.
"Put a finger in my ass!"
Earl grinned. He moved his fingers into the crack of her ass, found the tight little hole, and speared it with a forefinger of each hand.
"Oh, shit, yes, that feels good!" she crooned. "I love it!"
She dropped forward to rest her tits on his chest. He began bucking his hips up at her, ramming his cock into her cunt. She could feel the increased pressure on the quivering bud of her clit as he drove into her dripping cunt. The sensation of his hard cock sliding in and out of her steaming hole was delicious. Grinding her cunt against his crotch, squirming on his stiff, throbbing fuck-meat, she moaned and groaned at the pleasure of the fucking.
For a man who no longer likes to fuck, he certainly knows how, she thought.
He continued slamming his cock into her body. They were both bathed in sweat, their movements frantic. His hands clutched at her ass, kneading the flesh, rhythmically squeezing as he pumped and churned his cock in the quivering channel of her cunt.
She finally stopped fucking him and looked down at his face with narrowed eyes.
"Fuck my ass," she said.
Moving his hands up to her tits, he pinched her nipples and chuckled. "You sure?"
"I wouldn't ask if I wasn't," she said. She wriggled her hips and shivered at the thought of him fucking her tender little asshole, his swollen cock pushing up her ass. Was it the lewdness of it or the tight fit that made it so exciting?
She brought a jar of vaseline, dabbed some on her fingers, and slowly spread it over his rampant cock. He played with her ass, tickled the ring, pushed his finger into the hot grommet. A moment later she as kneeling again, and he had his cockhead pressing against her lubricated asshole.
She forgot to relax. She squeezed her asshole shut at the first pressure. He withdrew his cock, massaged the puckered opening with his fingers, and pushed again. This time she forced herself to remain relaxed, and his cockhead popped in-the knob, the shaft, the whole length of his cock sliding smoothly in to the hilt.
She felt as if she had a baseball bat shoved up her ass.
"Go easy!" she hissed. "You're big."
Slipping a hand down to her cunt, she fingered her cuntlips and rubbed the shaft of her clit. The empty hole of her poor little pussy gaped like the mouth of a hungry animal.
Grunting with pleasure, he began moving his cock in and out of her shit-hole. "How is it?" he said.
"Wonderful!" she moaned. It was more than wonderful. She felt as if she had a big, fat cock reaming out her body right up to her chest.
He began increasing the length of his strokes, pistoning in and out of her ass with a steady rhythm. Pushing two fingers into her steaming cunthole, she groaned and mewled and squealed.
"Fuck me harder now," she said. "Give it to me!"
He began pile-driving his throbbing cock, ramming it up her ass with long, vigorous strokes. Rolling her clit between her fingers, she bucked her ass back to meet each thrust.
"Fuck!" she cried. "Keep fucking!"
The long, thick cock stretching her asshole, her own fingers fucking her cunt, her thumb massaging her swollen clit, soon forced her to roll her eyes back and open her mouth in a gasp. Arching up her back, her hips bucking wildly, she began coming. The walls of the room seemed to collapse in a series of blinding explosions. Her body shuddered and convulsed. Her asshole tightened up, squeezing his cock in a vise-like grip that soon brought him to a finish. With a sudden grunt and a lurch of his body, he began splattering the inside of her ass with spurt after spurt of thick, hot jism.
Falling flat on her belly, she began twitching again when he swooped down on her. Prying open her ass cheeks, he clamped his mouth to her fucked out asshole and began working her over with his tongue and lips.
"Oh, my God!" she groaned. "Oh, Jesus Christ!"
Afterward, when they had their breath back, she led him to the bathroom and helped him wash his cock and balls. When she playfully pushed a finger into his tight asshole, he vented a short grunt and leered.
"Yeah," he said. "Hilda always did that."
Hilda was your wife?"
"That's right," Earl said. "She liked playing with assholes, just like you. You really dig it, don't you, baby?"
"Yes," she said. "I guess I do."
His cock was stiffening again. She hadn't expected it, and she was surprised.
"Suck it!" he groaned. "Suck me off. I think I can make it again."
I hope I don't kill him, she thought.
She sat down on the toilet and began licking his throbbing cockhead, her fist closed over the shaft, her hand pumping his fuck-meat. God, she loved the taste of a cock in her mouth! Opening her jaws wide, she took the fat knob between her lips and began moving her mouth up and down on it. She could hear his grunt each time she took the whole length of him into her mouth. Her cunt was quivering again. She moved a hand down between her legs, diddled her clit, and finally pushed three fingers into her yawning cunt-hole.
Before long she could feel the head of his cock swelling as he neared the point of no return. She quickly covered the slit of his cockhead with her tongue to deflect his load away from her throat. He groaned and grunted and bucked his hips, fucking her mouth and spurting the last of his jism.
At least I know what I like, she thought. The feel of a man coming in her mouth thrilled her more than anything else in the world.