Chapter 3
Helen sighed and closed the door. Now that she'cl made the big step and taken a young lover, she'd have to be more tolerant of the things he said. Especially with a lover as young as Kenny. Just turned eighteen, and always kept on a short rein by his parents, he was still in many ways innocent and unsophisticated compared to other youths his age, she thought. Therefore, it was only natural for him to think she went around sucking the cock of every boy who crossed her path. He had no idea what a romantically impulsive thing she'd done that day. He'd learn, however, that she really loved him, and that he loved her. As far apart as their ages were, their love was good and pure. As wild as the things were that they did together, their sex would remain forever innocent and sweet.
Already she thought so much of the boy that she knew she could never take his virginity from him, even though that abstinence would at times be a terrible cross for her to bear. But no, she would see to it that he saved himself for his future wife. She would remain content with loving him up, letting him bring her to orgasm by kissing her breasts, and gorging her starving appetite for love by sucking on his beautiful coltish prick.
She could still feel its delightfully tingling flavor in her mouth as she took a shower. She was still dreamily savoring it as she donned one of her colorful and voluminous muu-muus and laid down to take a little nap before the man she'd married returned from another busy day at his office. She went peacefully to sleep with a smile on her face, confident that she'd dream about her Kenny.
Shortly thereafter, Henry Hornaday pulled into the driveway and parked the family car. He sat there and finished his cigarette, savoring this short period he had each day between the tedium of his office and the ennui of his house. His "girl friend" had been hitch-hiking on the freeway approach, and again he hadn't picked her up. Of course he never would, for that would ruin everything between them. He could only look at her as he swept past her, and think about the things they'd do together if he could ever get the courage to actually stop for her.
She'd been wearing her calf-length red plastic boots again that day and a micro-skirt that just barely covered her twenty-one-year-old fanny. She had her matching red plastic purse slung over her shoulder and she'd been wearing a little knit top that looked as if it had been custom knit for the contours of her wonderfully pointy breasts. Long brown hair, artistically applied make-up, a most engaging smile, and a little thumb pointing in his direction. A perfect little woman, so innocent and free and young, on her way to classes at the college. Some handsome young football player would pick her up and they'd laugh and talk and say intellectual things to each other all the way to school. If Henry Hornaday picked her up, he'd ruin her opinion of men forever by saying:
"I'd sure like to eat your pussy, honey, and this is how it's going to be. I'm pulling off the freeway at the next exit, and we're getting in the back seat. What color panties are you wearing?" he would say, and yank up her little skirt while she sat there paralyzed with fear, cringing with disgust at this skinny old bastard with the terribly vulgar desires. "Black, huh? Naughty color for a virgin like you. But don't worry, you'll still be a virgin when I get done with you. I just want to lick that sweet little pussy of yours and suck your little clittie 'til you just can't quit cumming, honey. I love to lick pussy, and I haven't tasted it in years. I've been in prison, you see, for a crime I didn't commit, and yours will be the first pussy I've tasted in eighteen long years. Here we are. Get in the back seat and don't be afraid. No need to hurry, honey, I'll take off those pretty black panties." Man, he'd really eat her! His sucking lips and his slobbering tongue would soon make her forget any fears she had about him. She wouldn't be able to see him down there on the floor with his hungry mouth on her sweet little virgin's cunt, and so she'd think he was the youngest, handsomest man in the world. He'd lick her pussy so well, he'd suck her clit so good, she'd be all over that back seat, cumming like a whore in heat, and saying, "Henry, your mouth is marvelous! I can't get enough of it, but I've got to have more! I can't stop cumming, and I've got to have your big horse's cock in me! Stick it in my cunt! At last I'm tired of being a virgin! Fuck me, Henry! PLEASE FUCK ME!"
His cigarette was down to the filter and he carefully put it out in the ashtray and got out of the car. He adjusted his stiff cock in his pants as he did so, murmuring to it, "Continued tomorrow."
Helen was yawning and stretching and staggering around the house after another day of peaceful sleeping and piggish eating while he had been slaving over the company's ledger books. Although her face was considerably thinner and she'd lost the double chins around her neck, he had no illusions about her sticking to her diet. She ate all day long while he was gone and then ruined his evening meal by looking at it so covetously that he felt guilty about every mouthful he took. Under her bright, circus tent dress, she was the same old sow, and his only escape from her was in his thoughts about his "girl friend" and in his evening martini. Helen's smile as she kissed him hello that evening was so disgusting that he decided to double his evening intake of gin and vermouth.
As soon as Henry had turned away from her, Helen realized he'd had one of his hard days at work. She also realized that, for the first time in eighteen years of marriage, she'd been unfaithful to him. Fully awake now, realities began flooding in on her so fast her stomach turned over and she felt weak in the knees. How horrible- she'd picked up an innocent young man and seduced him! She'd bared her breasts to him! She'd performed fellatio! She'd swallowed his stuff! She was a nymphomaniac and an exhibitionist and an oral pervert and some kind of a cannibal!! It was all too much to bear, and she went reeling off into the kitchen and quickly downed a pint of chocolate ice cream. That eased the tremors in her body, but it didn't stop the self-loathing in her tortured brain.
It was the pills on the sink that had made her do it. She picked up the bottle and was about to throw it in the trash when she stopped, ashamed of herself in a new way. She couldn't let a few white pills control her life. She was a stronger woman than that. She had to slenderize or lose her husband, that hard-working man in the den with whom she'd spent so many nearly happy years. Those pills couldn't come between them. Certainly she'd lost control of herself that day, but it was probably because she'd suffered a minor sunstroke. No woman in her right mind would do the things she'd done that day. Now she was a cocksucker!
Helen had to lean against the sink to keep from fainting dead away. The word alone disgusted her, the deed itself was infinitely worse. And fuck. She had used that dirty word! Weak and trembling again, Helen headed back toward the refrigerator, breathing deeply and evenly, already smelling the huge wedge of cheddar cheese that awaited her. But with the cheese in her hands and her mouth yawning open for it, she stopped and set it down on the sink and picked up her bottle of diet pills. She took two, not one, and then she methodically sliced the cheese and arranged the little slabs in artistic array on a plate for her cuckolded husband.
"Wha's fer dinner?" he said from the depths of his reclining chair, looking past the offered dish of cheese to his martini glass.
"Anything you like, darling," she cheerily said, though feelings of awful guilt were breaking her heart. "I feel like cooking tonight."
He glanced at the great suety bulk hidden under that gay cloth, snickered and said, "Looks like you already did. Thaw out some steak and lobster," he said, and returned to the contemplation of his drink, and the tiny girl in the black panties who was hitching a ride on one of the ice cubes in it. Disdaining to even look over his shoulder for a sign of the blimp, he stroked his stiff cock through his pants and licked his dirty old lips while he watched himself pull the miniature panties down.
Henry ravaged his dinner with more than his usual gusto, while Helen tried to make her lettuce leaf and two-ounce portion of cottage cheese last. The pills killed much of her appetite, but they didn't stop the rumbling of her stomach or make delicious food smell any less delicious. Henry was entirely unfeeling about the torment he was putting her through, but the man she'd someday meet in the park would care. He'd be some kind of an inventor. Courtly and handsome and of course very rich, he'd have made his fortune by inventing a way to replace calories in food with the essence of flavor. As she always did, she would meet this Prince Charming while he was walking his mastiff and she was gracefully exercising on her bicycle. A polite smile would begin their affair, and a month later they'd be graciously dining in his Rome apartment on mountains of food that tasted divine but were changed into pure energy by the digestive processes of the human body. Usually Helen fantasized about their courtship, and lately some of these fantasies had been more than a little lurid. But tonight, smelling the steak and lobster so quickly disappearing into her greedy husband's maw, she leapt right on to the happy-forever-after part of her imaginary existence. Why not? What fantasies could be more lurid than the real-life experiences she'd known that day? She started to smile a secret, gloating smile then viciously called herself a dirty cocksucker and began on her lettuce leaf.
His girl friend's little pussy, Henry decided, would taste even better than the hot buttery piece of lobster he was rolling around in his mouth. Once he got his hands on her, he'd really give her a good cunt-licking, but first he'd have to talk her into it. He'd be reasonable and calm about it and at last she'd give in. Years ago, when Helen had been almost as slim as his girl friend, Henry had learned the folly of simply trying to dive head first between her legs.
His impulsive attempts at cunnilingus with her when they were first married had been met with horrified shock. Now he wouldn't eat Helen's fat old cunt for anything in the world, but at least he'd learned from his experience with her that smooth talking would get his tongue in his girl friend's twat faster than a direct attack. The first time he kissed her there, she'd just love it. Never mind the football players, his girl friend would be his forever then. And once he got her used to having her pretty little cunt lapped twenty or thirty times a day, she'd become almost dependent on it. If he ever wanted to see her in her dainty little black panties, he'd have to ask her to put them on, because she'd be forever running around their little love nest in only her skirt and blouse, ready to flip up that skirt if he so much as smiled at her. More likely she'd run around naked. She might even shave her little pussy just to tempt him to go down on her more often. Yes, she would definitely become dependent on it. In a month or even a week of steady cunt lapping and clit sucking, his girl friend would do anything for a little more of it. She'd let him fuck her, of course. And he'd probably do that once they were living together. Why not? Already she'd be too spoiled for a younger man, and as inexperienced as she was, she wouldn't find anything ugly about his cock, like Helen did. Then she'd become dependent on his cock. If he held that back from her and also declined to suck her hot little hungry twat for a few hours, there'd be no telling what she'd do for it. She might even suck him off, he thought, and at this he uttered a low moan and was compelled to reach under the table and grasp his burning hard-on and squeeze it hard.
"Heartburn, dear?" said Helen to the greedy barracuda across the table from her.
"Uh-huh," said Henry, massaging his cock in simulation of his girl friend's lips and wishing he was in the bathroom.
"You've been eating too fast, darling," Helen said, gazing wistfully at the last big bite of rich pink meat on his plate and finding her Kenny's prickhead infinitely more attractive to her palate.
She'd been wondering if she could adopt Kenny. She knew the chances were remote, but at least she could do it in her imagination. What a time they'd have together then. She'd never let him put a stitch of clothing on once they returned from work each day. And if she started a business for them, he might work naked there at times. All she really knew how to do was cook and keep house. She could start a restaurant and serve delicious French cuisine while she happily subsisted on the French sauce she got from her Kenny's beautiful prick. The more she sucked on it, the more there'd be for her. And as he got older and his balls got bigger and bigger, she might survive on nothing but his sweet, salty cream. She'd read once where there was a lot of protein in it, probably vitamins and minerals, too, and how much more pleasant it would be to take than those bitter little pills. By the time he was twenty, his balls would hang down to his knees and his prick would be hanging down past them, if she ever let it get soft. In time it might get as big as Henry's. It might even get as gnarled and ugly as Henry's, but she'd always love to suck on it. And in time, she'd wind up taking his virginity from him. At the thought of actually fucking him someday Helen's pussy opened out like a flower and the juices fairly gushed.
"Excuse me," she muttered, quite full with sudden lust, and left the table to rush toward the bathroom and be sick.
"You ate too slow and got indigestion!" Henry called after her, chuckling at the sight of her billowing muu-muu trailing out of the room behind her, and reaching more freely for his cock.
Safe in the bathroom, Helen started to bend over the toilet and empty her aching gut of its meager contents. Instead she locked the door, pushed up her skirts and sat down with her legs wide apart and rubbed her gushing cunt hard. "Kenny, Kenny," she moaned. "Come live with me and do everything to me, everything! Suck me and fuck me everywhere and swing on my tits. Make me cum like I really need to cum, lover, and I'll be the most beautiful woman in the world for you."
Her flying fingers weren't enough. The electric toothbrush was right there but it's bristly head would be too abrasive. While her pussy simmered and seethed and drooled its pungent juices, Helen quickly lathered up the little toothbrush head, shoved it in her gaping cunt and turned on the switch.
Inside her pounding breast a voice silently shouted, "FUCK ME, KENNY, FUCK ME! RUB YOUR BEAUTIFUL PRICK ALL OVER ME AND STICK IT IN MY EYES AND MY EARS AND MY TITS AND MY CUNT, OH, MY CUNT!!! SUCK MY CUNT WHILE I FILL UP ON YOUR CREAM! STICK IT IN ME AND FUCK ME AND FUCK ME AND FUCK ME, JUST LIKE THIS!!!" her silent voice shouted.
Her big body trembled and quaked. The toothbrush was doing its new job. It had buzzed her along right to the point of orgasm, and now by closing her eyes tight and concentrating on Kenny's nude body running toward her through a green field of wheat, she went over the hump and felt like she had to climax or go mad. "Ur-r-r-r-rgh! Uh, uh, uh," she grunted, throwing her twat back at the brush as she jabbed its rapidly vibrating prong in and out of her. "OH, UR-R-R-R-G-GGH!" she groaned, as the good feelings flooded through her and her cunt juices came gushing out to wet her quivering big buttocks and drip down into the bowl.
Outside the door, Henry said, "You okay in there? You sound pretty sick, baby."
"What? What?" Rinse off the toothbrush! Pull down her muu-muu. "I'm all right now, dear. I'll be right out."
He hadn't thought she'd be in there so long. Now that he'd let his presence be known, he'd have to wait for her before he got in there and jerked off. But now his cock was dwindling. Better to save it for another time. Better not to do it at all, for masturbation was a childish thing and he wasn't quite old enough to be in his second childhood. Helen smiled at him wanly as she came out, and he bestowed a kiss on her cheek. He closed the door behind him, washed his face and brushed his teeth.
The toothbrush tasted soapy, and that somehow brought to mind again his girl friend and the taste of her pussy. By the time he'd rinsed his mouth out his cock was hard as a rock. He lathered it up with the bar of soap and grinned at his grizzled reflection in the mirror as he stroked himself with both hands. "If you're a virgin now, little lady, you won't be for long. See mis? I'm going to jam it right in you, baby, and you're going to love it. You're going to get completely hooked on this cock. I'm going to do nothing but fuck you, in the mouth, in the cunt, even in your pretty little butt. And when we need some money to eat on, I'm going to send you out street-walking, but no matter how many guys you fuck, you'll always come back for more of this old cock. Oh, shit!" he snarled, as his thick cock spurted heavily into the sink. "Nn-n-g-g-g-g. More. More," he muttered, pumping it harder, watching it squirt, and wishing it was squirting all over the pretty face of his prostitute "girl friend."
It seemed to last a long time, and he was exhausted when he'd finished. He went straight to bed. Helen's bulk was already beside him in the darkness. She couldn't see the agony on his face for turning a sweet young free thing like that girl on the freeway into a whore, even in his imagination.
Helen couldn't have seen him even if the lights had been on, for her eyes were too filled with tears. Giving up Kenny would be the end of her world, but that was far better than taking his precious virginity from him.