Chapter 2
"Yes, Kenny, I do like your looking at my big old breasts like that," said Helen as she frankly fondled and hefted and squeezed her naked tits before his startled gaze. Her cunt was really wetting her tight panties and shorts now, and she was shaking with the sudden surges of excitement flowing through her, but still she was smiling serenely, as if in complete control of herself. "I don't mind your looking at me if you promise not to tell anyone about it."
"I'd never tell!" he promised, eyes bulging, hands grasping his knees tightly. "Gosh, they're so . . . big!"
She wrinkled her nose as if in distaste of her greatest womanly pride. "They're too big. They're fat. I lost weight everywhere else but here in my big old breasts," she said, roving a hand over her newly slenderized body and returning it for more of the sensuous soft weight of her tingling tits. "I'd like to have a pair of little teenaged titties," she said with a sigh, "but I'm stuck with these big ugly old boobies."
"No, they're beautiful!" he exclaimed, on the edge of his chair now to watch exactly how her soft fingers were gently pulling at the stiffened pink nipples centered in the big stretched ovals of her aureoles. She took a cautious step closer, so nervous and hot she couldn't stop talking. "I could kiss you for saying that. Maybe I will if you go on saying sweet things to me. Does it make you embarrassed to see me like this? Don't be, honey. It's not wrong to look and maybe even touch a little, dear. You're such a nice young man, and you did me such a big favor today that I've just got to do something more for you than get you a glass of lemonade. Would a little kiss help me thank you? Would you like to " She stopped and swallowed hard. "Would you like to play with these big fat titties a little?"
"Oh-h-h," he moaned. "Would I ever!" he said, and his hands were visibly trembling as they raised up off his knees.
Helen was fighting hard to keep from panting as she pushed her tits forward in presentation to his hands. His hands were unsure of what they were doing, but they looked as marvelous as they felt against her naked tits. She watched along with him as his hands explored forbidden flesh. At first she had to show him how because he was so afraid. She had to cover his hands with hers and guide them all over and under and around the two huge bulges of sexy flesh he found so supremely alluring. But then, when she took her hands away and fondly caressed his tousled brown hair, he was quite able to thoroughly feel of her tits all by himself, and that made the vivid picture all the more erotic. There was no danger of his leaving now. Give him her tits and he'd follow her anywhere. But still she had to tease him on, for the wild and wicked excitement she'd discovered with him that day was addictive.
She edged closer until one of her knees was between his. She ran her fingers up and down through the shallow troughs leading to her brimming pussy and she slowly moved her shoulders back and forth as she said, "Keep that up and you'll get me all worked up, you little devil. Do you feel what I'm feeling?"
"I sure do feel funny," he said, carefully touching her nipples, fearful that at any moment she'd take her beautiful milkbags away from him.
"I'm feeling funny right here," she said, and again she went way beyond any of her wildest intentions and slid her hand down and gave her big soft cunt a good hard squeeze. She looked down at his loins as she did this, and at the sight of the bulge stretching the denim of his cutoffs, she had to squeeze herself even harder.
He was all slumped back in the kitchen chair as he played with her tits. He didn't stop playing with them or gazing at them as she bent over and rested her hands high on his thighs and close to his prick and murmured, "Would you like a little kiss, too?"
It wasn't a little kiss at all. It was of such dimensions that it made his whole body quake and shake. She gave him her tongue right away and sucked his into her mouth and had him so fantastically excited that she was able to touch the bulge of his hard prick before he even knew it. It made him jump when she touched it, though, and she sucked more avidly and sweetly to keep him there while she felt of it. She was almost ill with excitement now, but she had to feel more of it or simply die of her wonderful yearnings.
"Nice little hands and a nice little tongue," she murmured against his upturned lips, and teased it into her mouth again. She was rhythmically squeezing the little bulb of his prickhead now, and though his hands were shaking and squeezing her tits too hard, they felt better than ever there.
Though Kenny had tried many times, he had never in his life had an ejaculation. Now he felt he was very close to having the wonderful experience he'd heard about from his friends, for even through his jeans her hand was a zillion times more exciting than his. The prospect of him shooting in his pants and making a complete fool of himself scared him, but he had to take that risk because her fingers felt so good. And her lips felt good and her tongue was sweet and her tits felt great in his hands as she bent over and kissed him and let him feel her up while her hair tickled around his face and her perfume made him drunkenly happy.
"Is this where you feel funny, honey?" she said, and ran her open hand all over his aching prick and bursting balls, and down between his legs.
"Yeah, but it's okay," he murmured weakly, and at the thought of her stopping these heavenly feelings he tried to hold her where she was by closing his fingers far too tightly on her wonderful sexy nipples.
"OH!" she cried, and went stiff as a board all over and had to steady herself with her hands on his arms.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Hornaday, I didn't mean to hurt you!" he cried, patting her rigid nipples with fingers he hoped were soothing.
"It's all right, Kenny." My, she'd felt an orgasm when he'd pinched her nipples like that! "You didn't hurt me at all, darling." It had been a small orgasm, but she could still feel it tingling everywhere in her body. "I don't really mind it if you get a little rough with me now and then." She had to feel more of this sweet, sweet orgasm because it had been months since anything had made her cum. And she had to feel it without scaring him off with the violence of the explosion he had primed her for. "But you did hurt my nipples a little, honey, and I really do think you ought to ... to kiss them and make them well. Do you want to kiss them a little, honey? Suck on them like you sucked on my tongue?" His hands had fallen away from them, and now Helen lifted them in hers as she moved them closer to the tongue that was licking his slack lips. "A little titty-sucking is nice, Kenny. I'd like it a lot, and you would, too. You like my tits, honey. You can kiss them all over if you want to. Come on, lover. Suck on my big tits and make us both feel all funny and good all over. Yes-s-s-s-s! Oh, yes, darling, that's just wonderful!"
Helen wasn't at all ill with excitement now. She was soaring with it. She nestled right up against him, pushing just as much as she could her nipple and aureole into his avidly sucking mouth. Her sweet little orgasm was back with her again, and she was holding just as still as she could to enjoy it for as much and as long as possible without scaring off her young lover. He was on the edge of his chair again, as if ready to quit sucking her nipple and jump up and run at any moment, and his position there gave Helen the opportunity to nestle her dimpled knee against the hot little bulge of his genitals to urge him to stay with her. One touch at her pussy would make her explode, but it wasn't hard to keep her hands from it because she really couldn't take them from his hair and his back and his shoulders. She could, however, nudge his forearms with her aching cunt, and each time she did it made a startling peak in the steady flow of orgasmic feelings that his hot mouth on her hard nipple were giving her.
"Suck my titty a little more and you can even bite it if you want to, and then I'll do something so nice for you you won't even believe it," said Helen, babbling and panting and pressing them closer together. "OH!!" she said, as he obeyed her, and the peak of that orgasmic surge burst like a volcano in her quivering body. "Bite harder, just a little harder, and I'll suck your prick for you! Honey, stay with me now, stay with me!" she implored, quaking and shaking, big body jerking and twitching as the deep sweetness of his eagerly obedient mouth went on and on. It looked like fear in his eyes as he looked up from his big mouthful, but she couldn't help that now. It was the best orgasm she'd known in months, years, perhaps forever, and she couldn't let it die now.
She was rocking and rolling out with the great waves of strange pleasure he was giving her. He had the fingers of both hands dug deeply into the tit he was sucking on now, and her other tit was thudding against his cheek as he sucked and licked and chewed on her nipple, anything at all to please this woman who was being so fantastically nice to him. He thought his cock was squirting but he couldn't be sure, for there was nothing in the world that was sure now except the luscious warm tit in his mouth. Her squeals and moans and words were all jumbled together till he couldn't understand what she was saying but he did know he was pleasing her, and in an effort to give her even more he bit her hard nipple even harder.
"EEK! Stop!" she cried, and popped her nipple from his mouth, covered it with her hands to keep the rushing good feelings in while the pain was eased out. She was sure it was bleeding, and another rush of good feelings went through her when she saw that indeed it wasn't. She dropped to her knees between his legs and pinned him back in the chair with a big wet kiss on the mouth before the hard tremors of her orgasm could scare him.
This was her lover, and she wasn't ever going to let him go. To hell with the modern-day Prince Charming she'd been imagining during her diet, and to hell with how young Kenny was. She had him, and she was going to keep him, now and forever, every bit of him.
"Stay right there, you're not going to leave now," she blurted, and clasped him hard about the waist and mashed her big wet tits against his pounding chest. "You just made me cum with your mouth, honey, and it felt so good I can't believe it. Please don't be scared, darling. You're a wonderful boy and I love you and I'm going to make you feel as good as I did just now."
Panting, delirious with desire for his beautiful young body, Helen drew back and yanked at the fly of his old denims. He squealed in alarm and said, "Don't undress me!"
"It's all right, honey, it's all right," she insisted, fighting with him for his fly and winning, ripping his pants open and yanking his shorts down and then almost swooning at the sight of his prick, his beautiful prick!
She'd never known a penis could be so beautiful! Henry's was a gnarled old piece of wood compared to this slender shaft of ivory, crested with a bud as pink if not as large as the roses she'd pointed out to him. His prick was straight and sweet, and with a little tuft of hair at its base, and when she breathlessly ripped his shorts down farther she saw that his balls were almost equally adorable. He was still writhing and squirming in his embarrassment and she shushed him and soothed him, crooning soft sounds to him while her shaking hands reached out and touched that lovely hard piece of youth.
"Honey, don't be afraid," she said. "I just want to see it like you saw my titties, darling. Kenny, your prick is just beautiful. So hard and nice for me. Doesn't it feel nice when I touch it, dear?"
"I dunno," he said, sighing and sinking back in the chair, with the brief battle for his modesty lost to the beautiful woman with the big, swaying tits. He moaned as she drew back his foreskin, and he said, "Uh-h-h-h, that hurts."
"We'll make it better," she said, and she kissed it. She tasted the wetness oozing out from its little eye and she almost swooned again from the feelings welling up in her.
"Better and better all the time," she murmured, and moved her heavily pendant tits up over his standing prick to help keep him her willing prisoner in the chair.
Raising her hands to the sides of her tits, she slowly pushed them together. Their big round softness completely engulfed his hard young prick. There wasn't a bit of it to be seen now between the deep, deep crack of her jugs as she held them together and undulated her torso for him. In his wildest imaginings Kenny had never dreamed of anything so sexy happening to him. Her soft warmth was all around his prick and against his balls. She was smiling just like that movie star - Marilyn Whatsername - as she worked over his throbbing prick in the big sandwich of her tits. He was laid back in the chair grinning like a fool not giving a darn that he was all naked in front of a woman.
Kenny's hard prick between her soft breasts was the most sensuous thing Helen had ever felt in her life. It was something she'd never done before in her life, but with him it seemed completely natural and good. She could feel his virile young prick clear inside her, fucking her thudding heart. She never used that ugly four-letter word, even in her thoughts, but even that seemed natural and good with him. She'd never kissed a penis before or had an orgasm like the one she'd just experienced, and these things too seemed natural and good with him. All those wasted years with Henry - could she make up for them with this fine young man? After years of knowing only dirty, lustful sex, had she discovered the sweet purity of the natural experience? It seemed that way. She felt so marvelous and loving that she knew very well there could never be anything dirty about sex with her Kenny.
"Fucking," she said in an experimental way, and the word came out easily. "You're fucking my tits, honey, and I just love it."
"They're so darned bi-i-i-ig," he moaned, and he pushed his hips up and squirmed his prick through the enveloping softness.
She rolled her big globes down around it, and looking down, she saw the straining pink head of it emerging from between her creamy big tits like a heavenly rosebud through billowing clouds. At the sight of it, her mouth began to water and her lips tingled from the kiss she'd bestowed on it. It had been an entirely inadequate kiss. She'd barely tasted his prick. It had just been an appetizer, only enough to make her belly growl in its need for more of him. "I'm going to suck your prick now, darling," she murmured as she gazed at it. "I'm going to give you the best fucking blow-job you'll ever have in your life, honey-boy. You need a good cocksucking, and I'm just the one to give it to you!"
She let her tits fall apart. His hot little prick emerged like a matinee idol on a stage. Helen brushed back her hair and descended on it as if she'd been sucking cocks all her life. She slid her wetted lips right down its sturdy length until every bit of it was in her mouth, tingling all the lovely way, making her stomach growl anew.
"Oh, wow," Kenny muttered, and he squirmed in the chair. His prick had never felt so warm and comforted in its life. But, greedy thing that it was, it needed still more warmth and comfort. He pushed it up through her pursed lips and sunken cheeks in search of what it needed.
It was the most delicious thing Helen had tasted in her life! The feeling was simply marvelous, but the taste was even better! She was panting, starving for his cock, feeling the smooth hardness of his organ with her sliding lips, tasting his amazingly sweet and salty goodness with her tongue. It was, of course, coming out of the little hole in his prickhead, and Helen's appetite for more of it was such that she delved as deeply as she could in that hole for more of it. It came steadily but far too slowly. And so, panting even faster through her nostrils, she curled her fingers around the base of his cock to massage it and give her what she needed now - right now!
There wasn't much left of it for her to jack off, for his prick was still rather small. If this was the head of Henry's prick in her mouth, she could have wrapped both fists around its shaft and still had room to work them up and down. But even thinking about Henry at a time like this was disgusting, and Helen quickly erased her thoughts by working the circle of her thumb and forefinger around the base of her Kenny's prick and giving its head a good thorough sucking.
Kenny squirmed harder in the chair. His hips were jerking uncontrollably and he had to clutch at his naked thighs lest he tear his hair out with the fantastic feelings building in him. "It's gonna happen! It's really gonna happen!" he exclaimed.
"Mm-hm-m-m-m," Helen murmured through her steady, loving sucking while her stomach growled again and her hot pussy opened out and silently screamed for the lovely thing her mouth had already claimed.
"OH!" Kenny shouted, as the first ejaculation of his life started at his toes and his hair and swept through his body toward his prick. "Oh, NO!" he wailed, as the big feelings converged with frightening speed and force and ripped through his guts and his balls and his prick - his exploding prick! "OH, YES-S-S-S-S-S!!!" he cried, as he realized he was going to live through this fantastic experience and even enjoy it. Enjoy it? Man, it was the best thing that had ever happened to him in his life, by far!
Churning in the chair, moaning and quite out of his head, he still had enough of his wits about him to realize at that moment just why people screwed and why his friends had been so preoccupied with jerking off all the time during their adolescent years. It was so intense it had been almost painful at first, but now all the pain was being eased away in the flowing rush of good feelings and he was able to handle the gyrations of his hips. He could lay back in the chair and almost relax and squirm his ass all around and thoroughly enjoy things while this neighborhood housewife went right on sucking his cock. Even his ass felt good against the edge of the chair as he squirmed his buttocks there and squirmed his flowing cock in Mrs. Hornaday's moving hand and sucking mouth. It was miraculous, unbelievable for this to be happening to him.
He felt he ought to somehow thank her for all she'd done for him, and so he said, "Boy, Mrs. Hornaday, you sure do know how to suck a guy off."
His words paralyzed Helen. She'd been busily enjoying the nectar of the gods, but now she stopped, mortified. His sweety young semen had tasted far better than any of the richest French sauces, and she'd been sucking it up and rolling it in her mouth and swallowing it just as fast as she could. But now she stopped and took her swollen lips from his penis and said, "Kenny, surely you don't think I do a thing like this with just anyone."
"It sure did feel good," he said, fondling his spent prick, glad she hadn't sucked it right off his body. "I bet you do it even better than queers do."
"What? The very idea!" she said, and haughtily rose from the floor, covering her breasts with her crossed arms and glaring down at the callous boy. "I've never done anything like, that before in my life! Not even with my husband! I thought I was doing something nice for you, something nice and natural, and you compare me to a... a queer! If that's the way you feel, you can just get out of here. Right now!" she said, and picked up his cutoffs and threw them at him.
He tried to apologize as he put them on, but he didn't know what to say in the face of her angry tirade. Pacing about in the kitchen, berating him, she reminded him of his mother, and now he only wanted to get out of her presence, bare tits and all. As he buttoned up his cutoffs, she stalked to the back door and held it open for him.
And as Kenny came slinking forward, Helen's heart melted. The dear boy hadn't known what he was saying. He'd only been trying to be nice to her. She'd just found the love of her life, and now she was driving him away from her. No matter what the price, she had to see him again and make things right between them.
He was almost through the door when she slipped an arm about his neck. Her lips were smiling as she kissed him with soft and easy warmth. Her hand tickled down over his bare chest and inside his shorts, and she was fondling his prick, still partially stiff, as she murmured, "Yes, you'd better go now, darling, because my husband will be coming home soon. Will you fix my bicycle and bring it back to me tomorrow? Do that for me, darling, and I'll do something even nicer than I did today for you, just for you. 'Bye, lover. Come early, and cum a lot."
Kenny went through her back yard mentally shaking his head. How could you figure out women? Nice to him, angry with him, nice to him again -there was no logic to it. To heck with fixing her bicycle, he thought, but then as he was going through the gate he looked back and saw her blowing him a kiss, golden hair shining, big tits swinging. He decided on the spot that he'd go back for more of those tits, but he'd be darned if he'd let her suck his prick again and turn him into some kind of a queer. But those tits of hers, they were something else!