Chapter 6
Ordinarily, Randy Peterson would not have qualified as Helen's idea of a good fuck. He was a fat, balding man in his late forties, with a homely wife and five children and an overstuffed rear end that told the story of too many years spent sitting in an office. Helen had to admit that he was one of the least sensuous men in the suburbs.
But Helen was too horny to care. Ever since her fuck session with Don Michaels, her eager teenage pussy had been aching for more cock. Randy Peterson just happened to be the first man available.
He was another one of her babysitting customers, and now, at midnight, he was taking her home. Mr. Peterson guided his station wagon through the highways of suburbia and sleepily made polite conversation. Sitting on her side of the car seat, Helen cast longing glances at the bulge in his crotch.
Would he have a big cock, or a little one, or a short, fat one? It didn't matter, Helen thought, as long as it was nice and stiff when it went into her cunt. Helen was sure Peterson would have gotten a hard-on for her. He was probably hornier for her than she was for him. Several times she'd caught him sneaking glances at her beautiful, big-titted body, amply revealed in the skimpy terrycloth blouse and hot-pants ensemble she'd worn to sit his children.
"Well, Helen, what're you studying in school these days?" Peterson asked.
"Oh, the usual," Helen said, yawning. "Math. English. History. Stuff like that. It's kinda dull."
Peterson chuckled sympathetically. "I used to feel the same way when I was your age. What would you like to study, if you had your choice of subjects?"
Helen paused several seconds before answering. The station wagon was now only four or five miles from her home. She did want to get fucked tonight, and Peterson had just given her a good opening line. She might not get another if she didn't react now.
"Sex," Helen said simply.
It was dark in the car, but Helen could easily see the reaction to her comment in Peterson's expression.
"Oh, sex?" he said, a little nervously. "Why ... ah, why would you choose ... I suppose the psychological aspects of sexual relationships are fascinating, aren't they?"
"No, I don't care about that stuff. I just like to read about fucking. It turns me oh."
Peterson couldn't dream up a polite reply to a comment so blunt, and there was a long silence. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft and husky, as if he were having trouble controlling his feelings. Helen could see a good-sized bulge rising in the crotch of his pants. She smiled, realizing that her bluntness turned him on.
"You know, Helen, it really isn't very becoming for a girl your age to use that kind of language. Especially around strangers."
"I'm just being honest, Mr. Peterson. I can't help it if I'm horny. I'm horny all the time. God, sometimes it gets so bad I have to jack off five times a day. Don't you ever get horny?"
A little unsteadily now, the station wagon cruised the dark, tree-lined boulevards. Peterson gulped hard and said nothing, even though his cock was so stiff it was twitching noticeably in his trousers. Helen laughed girlishly and wiggled across the seat until her soft, bare thigh touched his leg.
"Cum on, Mr. Peterson, you can tell me. You get horny just like anybody else."
''Helen, it's ... uh, true that I have sexual desires," Peterson stammered, trying to keep his eyes away from her luscious body. "But the feelings I have aren't as crude and obscene as those ..."
"Aw, can the horse-shit. You're horny right now. Don't you think I can see that big hard-on you got? I'm not blind, Mr. Peterson."
Helen ran her fingers up Peterson's thigh and cupped the swollen bulge of his cock. Peterson gasped, shuddered, started to push her hand away, then left it alone. Helen realized she was going to get fucked that night as soon as she saw he would do nothing to stop her.
"What's the matter, Mr. Peterson? Am I making you nervous? I'll bet you always wanted to fuck a high school girl, didn't you? Especially one with a fantastic body like mine."
Helen started to milk and squeeze his cock through his slacks. It was obviously a nice, big prick, and as she estimated its size she squeezed it even harder. Peterson moaned. The station wagon nearly hit a fire hydrant.
"Do you want to see my tits, Mr. Peterson. I know you've been looking at them. They're nice and big, aren't they?" Helen pinched his cockhead and salaciously rubbed her ample tits. "Do you want me to take off this blouse? I will if you ask me to."
Peterson was sweating profusely, and his face was deeply flushed. Giggling, Helen stretched the elastic of her terrycloth top and wiggled it down over her tits to her waist. She smiled as she felt the creamy, spongy flesh of her tits ripple and bounce with the movements of the car.
"Here they are, Mr. Peterson." Helen took his wrist and firmly placed his hand on the fat, stiff nipple of her left tit. "Mmmmm! I'll bet that feels good!"
For a moment, Peterson's clammy hand rested motionlessly on the tip of Helen's tit. Then he gave it a gentle squeeze, and once he started he was unable to stop. Repeatedly his fingers dug into the softness of her tits, pinching the nipples until Helen sighed with the pleasure growing deep inside her cunt.
"Oh, Mr. Peterson, that's making me so hot!" Wiggling her ass on the seat, she unzipped his slacks and groped in the opening for his hard cock. "Why don't you pull over someplace now? If you do I promise to suck your cock as much as you want!"
Helplessly excited now, mangling her tits, Peterson raced the station wagon into a tree-sheltered parking lot behind a neighborhood baseball diamond. As soon as he shut off the engine, Helen grasped the base of his cock and pulled it out of his slacks, finally revealing his hard-on.
Immediately her breath caught in her throat, and her pussy ached with new lust. "Oh, Mr. Peterson!" she exclaimed. "I had no idea!"
The fat, balding, middle-aged Peterson had an enormous cock. The blue-veined shaft stood out of his pants like a billy club, at least eight inches long and as thick around as her wrist. The knob was even bigger than the shaft, and the rosy-pink head was so swollen it looked like it would explode.
"Suck it," Peterson moaned. He glanced nervously around to make sure no one could see them, then pulled his pants down to his ankles, revealing all of his throbbing cock and the wrinkled sac of his balls. His prick seemed even larger now that Helen could see all of it. It was the biggest prick she'd ever seen.
"You made me like this. Now give me some head!" Peterson thrust his hand behind Helen's neck and pulled her face toward the jism-seeping tip of his cock. "I said, suck on it! You horny young bitch!"
"Oh, Mr. Peterson! I'll do anything you want!"
Moaning with lust, Helen opened her mouth and let Peterson push the blood-engorged knob of his cock down her throat. Hungrily she clasped her lips around the shaft and started sucking his prick furiously, puckering and bellowing her cheeks to increase the suction around his aching cock.
"Unhhh!" Peterson bit his lip and grunted as he felt the buttery wetness of Helen's throat around his cock. "Oh, yes, baby." Repeatedly squeezing her big tits, he rocked his ass off the car seat, fucking her face with his prick. "Harder, baby! Oh, shit, that feels so good! Suck my cock as hard as you can!"
Helen's lips were stretched obscenely around the circumference of his prick. His cock was so huge that it was hard to get it down her throat, and at first she gagged and nearly choked.
But Helen loved to feel a man's aching cock in her mouth, and nothing was going to stop her from sucking off the biggest cock she'd ever had. Tightening her hand around the base of his prick, she tenderly began to jerk him off, milking and tugging the loose flesh up and down his cock. Her tongue slid all over the mushroom-shaped crown of his cock, darting lasciviously into his open cum-slit.
"Unhhh, yessss!" Peterson hissed. He pulled her hair as his big prick grew longer and stiffer between her tightly pursed lips. "You're gonna make me cum, Helen! Squeeze my balls a little. Oh, please, squeeze them so I'll shoot!"
Obediently, Helen cupped the hot, furry sac of his nuts. Gently she kneaded and rolled them between her fingers, loosening the load of jism that clotted his balls. At the same time she opened her throat passage even farther, taking more than half of his cum-swollen cock between her lips.
"Oh, Christ!" Peterson held her by the ears and bucked his ass off the car seat, violently fucking her face. "I can feel it, Helen! Oh, shit, keep sucking it, my cock feels like a fucking hunk of lead!"
Helen intensified her cocksucking, violently stroking the hardened shaft of his meat. Her head bobbed up and down, meeting the fucking motions of his hips. She sucked as hard as she could, wetly and noisily. Slurping and smacking sounds filled the car interior as her lips and tongue milked the pink flesh of his cock.
"Ahhhh," Peterson sighed.
A thick gob of jism burst from his open cum-slit, gushing down Helen's gulping throat. It was followed by spurt after spurt of his boiling cum.
Peterson gave her one of the biggest loads Helen had swallowed. Even as she slurped down his cum it occurred to her that a man his age probably didn't fuck his wife very often. Peterson might not have cum in a month.
But his balls emptied their load completely now, filling Helen's belly with white, salty jizz. Helen feverishly beat off his cock and kept sucking, hungrily swallowing as the spurts flooded out of his knob. But there was more of his cum than she could gulp down. It ran out of her lips and down her chin, dripping obscenely onto her big, stiff-nippled tits.
"Oh, God!" Peterson gasped. He pushed her away from his still-throbbing cock and lay slack on the seat, panting in the aftermath pleasure of cumming. "Helen, I can't believe I just did that with you. You're so young. Where did a girl your age ever learn to give such an incredible blowjob?"
Helen licked the jism from her lips and smiled happily. Sucking Peterson's cock had made her hornier than ever, and she could hardly sit still as she felt the wet heat pulsing in her cunt. She hoped he'd keep his hard-on so he could fuck her.
"It's been years since I came like that." Peterson looked dazedly at his cock, as if unable to believe all the cum that had gushed from his prick. "I didn't think I had it in me any more."
"Course you do, Mr. Peterson," Helen said happily. "Now why don't you get it in me, if you know what I mean."
Smiling hotly, Helen took her blouse off completely and kicked off her sandals. Then she teasingly slid her terrycloth shorts down her long, tapering legs, leaving herself completely naked. She leaned against the passenger door and spread her thighs wide, so Peterson could see the curly-haired lips of her tight, wet cunt.
"Doesn't this look good to you, Mr. Peterson?" she said coyly. "I'll bet you want to fuck me now. Wouldn't that be good? Can't you just feel your big cock pushing inside my little pussy?"
As he studied the voluptuous curves of her teenage body, Peterson's jaw slackened with lust. He slid across the car seat and hungrily caressed her, moving his hands from her tits to her thighs and her belly, then to the furry triangle over her cunt. Helen moaned and humped her ass eagerly off the seat.
"That feels nice, Mr. Peterson! Play with me some more!"
Peterson leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the silver-dollar-sized circle of her dusky-pink nipple. He sucked it hard, running his tongue wetly across the hard, rubbery tip. At the same time he slid his hand down her small, girlish belly into the fleecy curls over her cunt.
"Unggghh!" Helen whined as she felt his fingers touch the pouting lips of her pussy. "Oh, yes, Mr. Peterson!" Grabbing his wrist, she guided his hand onto her cunt. "That's right, finger me. I like that a lot!"
Tenderly, Peterson pushed two fingers into the clasping sheath of her cunt. Helen whimpered and bucked her ass to hump his hand. Peterson moved his fingers greasily in and out, sighing as he felt her strong young cunt muscles suck and compress needfully around them.
"Harder, Mr. Peterson!" Helen held the back of his head and bounced her ass like a bitch in heat. "Oh, please, suck me now! I need it! My pussy's so fucking wet! I can't take it any more! Lick my cunt!"
Withdrawing his mouth from her swollen nipple, Peterson slid down her body, kissing her belly and hips and thighs. He separated her legs gently and glued his lips to the steaming slit of her cunt.
Helen shuddered and closed her eyes. Peterson started to lick her pussy, separating the petal-like lips with his fingers so he could brush her clit with his tongue.
"Awwngghhh!" Helen shook her head wildly as Peterson's tongue made the pleasure burn deep inside her pussy. "That's good! Oh, Christ, you can really suck cunt!" She grabbed the back of his head and undulated her hips in a feverish, humping motion, grinding and fucking her cunt on his mouth. "Suck it! Suck my cunt! Make me cum!"
Caressing her inner thigh, Peterson again stabbed two fingers into the sucking grip of her cunt. This time he jacked her off much harder, ramming his fingers in and out so that his knuckles slapped the hairy cushion fringing her pussy.
His tongue lapped circles around her pussy and his fingers. He chewed her soft, swollen pussy lips gently with his teeth. More and more his tongue swirled around her clit, making it pulse as the heat built to boiling in Helen's aching cunt.
"I'm gonna cum now!" Helen squealed. Her hips were a blur as she tirelessly humped her hot little ass, and her expression contorted obscenely with lust. "Suck it! Oh, more, suck my clit, suck it hard, make me shoot!"
Peterson thrust a third finger into the stretched, clinging walls of her fuck-hole. He pursed his lips around her clit and sucked it exquisitely hard, teasing the tip with his tongue.
"Cumming!" Helen gasped. She locked her thighs around his head and clawed Peterson's neck as the spasms exploded in the depths of her throbbing pussy. "Suck meeee, Mr. Peterson! Awww, shit! There! Oh, now, oh, yesss, yesss, cummmiiinnggg!"
Helen came so hard that she nearly blacked out. For what felt like minutes, she jerked and humped in the throes of her orgasm, relentlessly pounding her pussy onto Peterson's mouth.
When the spasms finally subsided, she dimly realized that he wasn't sucking her cunt any more. Helen opened her eyes and saw his large body looming over her, his rock-hard prick searching for the opening of her dripping pussy.
"Oh, Mr. Peterson! You've got another hard-on!" Helen cried. Hornier than ever, she pushed him back into a sitting position and crawled onto his lap. "Let's fuck this way! It'll be better like this in a car!"
Peterson sat still and waited impatiently for her to get into position. His hard-on throbbed as it rose out of his lap. Anxiously, Helen dug her knees onto the seat to either side of his hips, reaching between her spread thighs to grasp the jutting shaft of his prick. Then she lowered her hot ass, moaning as his spongy, drooling cockhead touched the slit of her sopping cunt.
"Oh, Christ," Peterson sighed. He held her rounded ass cheeks for support and stared lustfully at the sweating beauty of her naked body. "Your pussy feels so good."
Helen could feel his swollen knob pushing into her cunt, parting her soft pussy lips as it searched for the sucking tunnel of her cunt. Squealing, she wiggled her ass to help him push his meat all the way into her fuck-hole.
"Shove it in me," she whispered. Gasping, she looked down at his cockshaft as it bored into her hairy cunt. "That's right ... oh, yes, I can feel it going into my pussy! Oh, God, Mr. Peterson, your cock feels so big!"
It was a big cock, she realized as he slid it greasily into her pussy. She could feel its thickness stretching her cunt walls wide apart, and its length reaching all the way into her belly.
The first thrust of fucking was always one of the best, Helen thought. She held Peterson's shoulders for support and bucked her ass in a hard, downward spiral, taking his hard-on to the balls in the clasping tunnel of her cunt.
"Oh, Mr. Peterson!" Helen hissed and shuddered obscenely, pausing several seconds to savor the filled-up sensation of having her cunt stuffed with a big, throbbing cock.
Then she started fucking him, bucking her ass, making her pussy squish and suck as it rode up and down on his cock. "Fuck me, Mr. Peterson!" she cried. She clawed his shoulders and pistoned her nimble ass like a bitch in heat. "Oh, shit, oh, fuck me, fuck my cunt! Make me cum!"
Peterson watched Helen's big tits jiggle and sway as she thrust her pussy onto his cock. Lifting his ass off the car seat, he started to thrust his hard-on through the clinging tightness of her pussy. He panted with the effort of fucking her.
"Harder, Mr. Peterson!" Helen grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face to her bouncing tits. "Suck my tits! Suck them, fuck me, make me cream!"
Peterson took the nipple of her jiggling tit into his mouth and sucked it wetly, making Helen whimper as the pulsing heat grew in her oozing fuck-hole. Then he started to fuck her harder, pounding his rock-hard cock through the stretched, sucking slit of her pussy.
Then they were both fucking in unison, as hard as they could. With every thrust Peterson's fat stomach collided sweatily with Helen's small, rounded belly. The car springs squeaked loudly as they fucked.
Helen could already feel herself getting close to another climax. Every time Peterson slammed his cock into her pussy, his prick caressed her ultra-sensitive clit. Tingling, burning waves of feeling coursed through her horny pussy, making her asshole throb and her cunt open and close around his pumping cock.
Nothing felt better than fucking. Helen spread her thighs farther apart and fucked her babysitting customer harder than ever before, so fast that he couldn't hold onto the jiggling cheeks of her ass.
"I'm cumming now!" she gasped. "Oh, shit, Mr. Peterson! It's happening already!" Grunting loudly, she sat down hard on his lap, staking as much of his hard-on into her cunt as she could. "Fuck me! Unh, fuck, fuck, oh, shit! Oh, God, I'm cummiiinnnggg!"
Her orgasm was easily as strong as the first, and it swept through her body violently, forcing her cunt to close around Peterson's cock with a delicious, sucking pressure. Peterson couldn't stand it. He lifted his ass off the car seat, moaning as the jism churned deep inside his bloated nuts.
Suddenly the cum burst out of his purplish cockhead, squirting into Helen's cunt. Peterson shivered and worked his spurting cock slowly in and out of her pussy, letting all of his cum drain from his aching prick. Helen lowered her head and watched excitedly as the salty jizz dripped out of her pussy around his cock, running down her soft, shapely thighs.
She was still horny, she realized. Peterson had fucked her and sucked her cunt, and she'd given him a nice, juicy blowjob. But she was insatiable. As soon as he took her home, she'd have to go right to her room and finger-fuck her pussy all over again. Helen was already thinking about the next time she got together with Mr. Peterson, and the next man she could lure into a good, stiff fuck.