Chapter 12
At this point in time Henry Hornaday had already left from his job at the office. He had four hundred dollars in cash that was burning hotly in his pocket and he was parked at the middle of the hill where he had a good clear view of the freeway approach where the love of his life plied her dirty trade. His hand was in his other pocket, steadily squeezing the big, manly cock that soon would be plunging into a beautifully slender body that heretofore had only been able to take joy from cocks that were backed up by sheaves of paper dollars.
He was going to fuck the daylights out of her, and that was for sure. He was going to love her up like she'd never been loved before in her life. He was going to suck her brains right out through her twat. He was going to pump her so full of his hot cream mat it flowed out of her ears, and then he was going to run off with her and make a whole new life for both of them. Four hundred dollars was an easy admission price for total happiness for the rest of their lives together. It was worth that much just to get away from that big blob of lard he'd somehow married.
Of course he'd dump Helen and marry his girl friend! It was a known fact that ex-whores made very good wives. It was also a known fact mat the majority of women who turned to the profession of prostitution did so because they were nymphomaniacs rather than for economic reasons. At forty-four years of age could he handle a nymphomaniac wife? The condition of his cock of late certainly indicated that he could. He took it out of his pants and looked at it. It seemed as if it was always hard lately. He'd been jerking off once or twice a day for the past several weeks, pumping quarts of cream into the sinks at work and at home, and that should certainly be enough for a hot young number like his girl friend. She'd fall in love with his cock first, and then in love with him. The head of it was all purplish red with passion and it looked as big as a doorknob as he gripped its shaft firmly with his fist. Every time she saw it she'd squeal with delight and pull down her little black panties and sit right down on it. Even though a lot of guys had already fucked her, she'd still be good and tight. She'd be so tight that once she got it in her it just wouldn't come out till he'd squirted half a pint or so of hot cream in her.
Sometimes she'd blow him. She'd like the feeling of a hot cock in her mouth, and she'd love the taste of his cum. That sweet little smiling mouth of hers would very frequently be wrapped around his big old cock, nursing like a baby on it for the stuff it liked best. And she'd never spit it out when he creamed in her mouth. No, sir, she'd swallow every bit of his juice, lick her pretty lips and say, "More, Big Henry, more."
And if he couldn't keep up with her hungry mouth and her demanding pussy, he'd let other guys take her on. He'd sit back in an easy chair in the shadows, martini in hand, and coolly observe while his little whore smiled apologetically at him and stripped off her clothes for some hungry stud who didn't have the guts to marry a whore. He'd watch and sip while his wife lay down on the bed and spread her girlish legs for yet another big hard prick. He'd even smile as he saw it go in, terribly tight at first, but soon moving easily as her lithe body bucked and twisted under its deep hard strokes. He'd nod his encouragement as the stranger's cock inevitably set his young wife's passions aflame and he'd enjoy each of the orgasms that ripped through her screaming little body. At the end of it, she'd be too tired to get up and take the money from the john and Henry would have to take it. But she wouldn't be too tired to come to him when this customer was satisfied and gone, to kneel at his feet and look up at him with tears in her eyes and say, "I'm sorry, Daddy . I just had to have that. I thought he'd be so good, but he was nothing, nothing at all compared to you."
"It's all right, little one. You need a little variety now and then."
"That's all over with. From now on I'm only going to do it with you, Henry."
"Do what?"
"You know."
"I don't know anything except that I've got a very big hard-on. Watching you in bed with another man always does that to me. Tell me, what is it you're only going to do with me from now on?"
"Fuck. Suck."
"Look at me when you say that, dear. You're blushing. Why is that? Why do you blush so much to talk about it when you love so much to fuck and suck?"
"I don't know. I don't know anything but that I'm in love with you and I'd do anything for you, anything!"
"Would you seduce a little virgin boy in front of me if I asked you to? Would you put on a lesbian show for me if I wanted to see it?"
"Henry, please!" . "Take out my cock and kiss it."
"Yes! Yes, Henry, that I'll gladly do!"
"Kiss it good. Suck on it, damn it! You'd love to get it on with a little boy, wouldn't you?
You'd love to suck on a woman's cunt like I suck on yours, isn't that right?"
"Yes, yes, yes! You've got me all hot again just talking about it! Oh, this beautiful cock of yours! I love it! I love the taste of it and the feel of it in my mouth and my cunt and everywhere. Henry, fuck me, please fuck me! My cunt's just burning up! That bastard with his big cock didn't satisfy me at all! Put your cock in my cunt, daddy, or I'll just die!"
"Get up, turn around, spread your legs and grab your ankles."
He wouldn't put it in her right away. He wouldn't do that, but he'd be damned tempted to for she'd be presenting quite a picture in that position. Little black nightie pulled up over her waist, smoothly tapered legs set wide apart. Nice round asscheeks all trembling and white, itching little cunt showing pink and wet throbbing with lust for his cock. He wouldn't give it to her yet. He'd get up and feel of her ass and slip his thumb in her cunt while she whimpered and begged and sobbed for his cock. He'd go down and lick her from asshole to appetite and though she'd be weeping and blubbering and imploring him to stop it and fuck her, she'd still be cumming like crazy. He'd make her promise to put on some really wild bedroom shows for him before he'd get up and stuff his hard meat up her crack.
Henry looked up from his cock and there she was on the freeway approach. Even her thumb looked sexy but Henry didn't go racing down there as he'd thought he would. In a leisurely fashion he took his coat from the seat and placed it over his lap. He started the car. He let it roll down the hill, and he smiled thinking about how she'd react to this, the first time she would ever see his cock. It might not be love at first sight, for she didn't yet know what that cock was capable of. But she would lick her lips and say, "Mmmm, that's a nice one you've got there, mister. Are you going to give me a ride before I give you a ride on that?"
"Sure. Hop in," he'd say, and her opening of the car door would open a new and wonderful life for both of them.
It was going to be that way, but then at the last moment Henry knew it wouldn't be. Twenty feet from her with the car already braking and her thumb coming down, Henry saw quite another vision of the future, and it was not a pretty one at all. He saw her screaming at the sight of his cock and running back up the freeway approach, getting his license number from over her shoulder, turning him in for an exhibitionist. Jail. Loss of his job, his pension, his wife. Skid row. Registered sex offender. A lonely old broken derelict, without even Helen to care for him. Helen? The blimp? At the thought of her, Henry coolly whipped away the coat and let his cock stand proudly by itself as he stopped the car beside this incredibly beautiful little sex pot who in the next few seconds would certainly be screaming in panic. But she didn't panic.
She leaned on the window sill and looked at his cock, licked her hot lips and said, "Mmmm, that's a nice one you've got there, mister. Are you going to give me a ride before I give you a ride on that?"
"Huh? S-sure. Hop in."
Henry Horaaday didn't get home until eight o'clock that night. He looked more like sixty than forty-four as he trudged in, leaving the front door ajar, dragging his coat across the floor as he headed for the liquor cabinet. There he could look at the gin and vermouth but he couldn't find the strength to open the bottles. How could he tell Helen about it?
Should he make it as light as he could? "Hi, honey. Sorry I'm late. I was down at the police station getting booked and mugged or whatever they call it What's for dinner?"
Should he try to keep it from her for as long as he could? "Darling, I'm leaving you. Tonight. No, don't even ask me why. And don't help me pack my bags. Good-bye."
Should he lay it on the line all the way? Could she handle that? "Helen, I have committed a terrible, stupid, middle-aged crime. I picked up a policewoman and offered her money to have sexual relations with me. I exposed myself to her. I was booked, my money was confiscated, and I am now a registered sex offender."
Henry laughed. What the hell did it matter?
He was a broken man. He should commit suicide. He still had his job, of course, but one more tiny violation of the law and his empl oyer would be informed that he had a crazy sex fiend working for him. He would lose his wife and his home, of course, and wind up living in a rooming house for male weirdos like himself. He ought to end it all by picking up the policewoman again tomorrow and showing her his cock on the freeway, being sent to a mental institution to languish there for the rest of his life. There'd be lots of other crazies to talk with there. He laughed again at the thought of evenings in the sex offender wing of the funny farm, sitting around in a circle, singing songs and masturbating.
Why not? He was batty as a bedbug anyway. The expressions on the policemen's faces told him that for sure. He was sex-obsessed, and it was still with him. Even now, in his own house, he was hallucinating about sex and it had given him a big fat hard-on. He could smell sex as surely as if his house was a border bordello. Furniture looked as if it had been overturned in the living room during an orgy, and there on the floor was a pair of black panties far too tiny for Helen's waddling fat hips. He was nuts, but it was a rather pleasant feeling to wander about his house, breathing sex scent that wasn't there, nibbling on a pair of panties that only existed in his troubled mind.
What he saw in the bedroom confirmed his total insanity. Two bodies lay sleeping on his bed.
His fat old wife Helen was stark naked, but she wasn't fat any more, and she wasn't old. She'd lost twenty years and eighty pounds. Mouth open and snoring, big tits only slightly flattened against her chest, cunt completely free of its ugly hair, she was absolutely beautiful, the most stunning sex creature he'd ever seen in his life. And beside her lay her hoity-toity society friend Alicia, decked out in the same little wisps of black that he'd envisioned his whore would wear for him. Oh yes, he was quite insane, but his insanity was getting better, as was the stiff state of his cock. He undressed slowly and carefully, hoping the hallucination wouldn't fade away before he got to fully enter into it.
Helen's mouth was very warm around his cock. He'd no sooner slipped it in there when she stirred and murmured and closed her lips around it, fondled his balls and opened her eyes and looked up at him. "It's all right, old girl," he softly said. "It's only a dream. I've gone insane, you see, and you're a part of my insane dream, but it'll soon be over."
She shook her head. She took her mouth off his cock and licked it before she said, "Make it last, Henry. Put your cock in me and make it last."
"Sure. Fine. But let's go slowly so I don't wake up."
Her cunt was fine, just fine. It was really nice without all the hair around it. He slipped in very easily, and they exchanged a warm smile as she closed her cunt muscles around his sliding shaft and kissed him warmly on the mouth. "Are you sure it's only a dream, Henry?"
"Absolutely."
"Then I can tell you I've been fucking some of the neighborhood boys. I've been having a terrific time with them." "Her, too?" he said, and looked at Alicia.
"Yes. She loves my boys, too, and we've been sucking each other, as well."
"Does her cunt taste good?"
"Try it, dear."
It tasted almost as good as Helen's felt as he dipped his tongue in the one slit while his cock kept dipping in the other. He changed position and put his cock in Alicia and his tongue in his wife, and wow, she tasted delicious!
"Oh! More fucking," said Alicia, as her black lingerie-clad body came to life under Henry's sliding cock. "Helen, darling, is that Henry fucking me and sucking you, or am I dreaming?"
"We're all dreaming," said Helen, stroking Henry's head as he dipped his tongue for more nectar again and again.
"What a marvelous big cock he's got!" said Alicia. "He really knows how to use it, too."
"And he's the dearest cunt-licker in the world. Much better than Don, or even Kenny. My Henry's not a fumbler. He knows what he's doing, at least."
"Interesting," said Alicia, with a most interesting gyration of her hips. "I'd like to feel a real man's tongue in my hot little cunt."
Helen scratched Henry's head and lifted it to look at her radiantly smiling face. "Would you do my friend a favor, dear?" she asked. "I just had a nice little cum from your tongue, and Alicia deserves one, too!"
"Anything for a friend," he said, and made Alicia shudder and shiver and smile as he slid his long hot cock out of her twat.
He gave her a good sucking this time because she was moving her twat so nicely for him and because he knew he'd be getting back to Helen's more succulent snatch many times in his dreamworld. "He really is good!" said Alicia, as she fed her big clit to him with growing enthusiasm. "Let me show you just what he's doing with his tongue, Helen. Come sit on my face."
Henry looked up past the twin black mounds of Alicia's little tits as Helen obligingly lowered her big pink twat on the little woman's stabbing tongue. The sight of Helen's luscious big buttocks squirming and jouncing over Alicia's hidden face was truly inspirational to him. He reached up and felt how smooth and soft and firm his newly found young wife was, and she caught in her breath and quickly reached back and spread her asscheeks wide. His finger slipped right in her butt hole. It was all wet with the juice his tongue had started gushing in her and now her buttocks really did a dance for him as she kept cumming in earnest.
"Good heavens!" she said, as wave after wave of hot shivers made her voluptuous body even more lovely to him. "This afternoon with the boys was just a warm-up for this! I'm really getting off now. Henry, I want your prick in me, everywhere in me at once! Fuck me, honey, while I suck Alicia's cunt." Her big tits swayed and dragged over Alicia's orgasming body as she took Henry's place on the black-furred muff that he'd warmed up for her. Her moonlike ass looked so gorgeous that Henry had to stop and give her crack one good licking before he got up and stuck his cock in her. He had his choice of two holes, and she made it very clear that each was equally receptive to his big slippery dick. Her hips were just right for handholds and her clit was right there under her to be kissed by his swinging balls as he gave her the good hard fucking that she wanted. The twisted look of ecstasy on Alicia's face was adding to his erotic dream and even his dirty words were helping as he drove the two oversexed women to orgasm after orgasm.
"Get those two boys over here tomorrow," he said. "I'm taking the afternoon off and watching everything you two do to them. When you're done with them, you're going to start on me, and if that's not enough for you, you're going out street-walking. You women are all whores, and what you need is a pimp like me to set you straight."
"Yes, Henry, yes!" Alicia cried, as Henry drove his cock up through Helen's cunt and through her mouth and into Alicia's cunt. "We'll do it at my house. You'll move in with me, the both of you. You'll never have to work again if you can keep me this happy. I want both of you with me forever!"
"What I want is Henry's big old cock," said Helen, wiping the cunt cream from her mouth and pulling her quivering cunt off Henry's big pole. "Feed it to me, baby," she said, and knelt on all fours like a dog and took all he had in her mouth.
Alicia was quick to climb under Helen and find her clit with her lips. Henry wasn't so quick to cum, for he knew that would inevitably end his wonderful dream. But with a mouth like hers he couldn't wait forever, and it wasn't long at all before his nuts erupted a great gusher of hot semen that was lapped up and swallowed with such frenzied eagerness that he found that he was licking Helen's twat at the peak of an orgasm that would have shattered ordinary mortals.
They both orgasmed steadily for half an hour, of this Henry was quite sure. Twenty years of piddly little orgasms were made up for in one gigantic explosion that turned into a hurricane of ecstasy before it at last dwindled and faded and left him with only memories of bliss to serve him during the bleak years of reality ahead. It was all over now, ended, finished, and as soon as he opened his eyes he'd find himself in the booby hatch with a strait jacket around him instead of the soft feminine flesh on both sides that he now felt
Henry was a brave man. He did open his eyes. And to his great delight he found that these sexy lovelies snuggled up at each of his sides stayed right with him. They didn't go away at all, and that made him very happy indeed.
"When can we do it again?" said Alicia.
"Soon," Henry replied.
"Let him rest a bit first, dear," Helen said. "And I'm sure you must be hungry, Henry."
"What's for dinner?" he said.
"Steak and lobster and pussy," she said. "And for me, another big load of Henry's hot cream. No more diet pills for me. I'm going to live on love from now on."