Chapter 4

Helen usually treated herself to a second cup of coffee in the morning after Henry left for v/ork, but on the morning after her meeting with Kenny she passed it by. She wanted nothing at all in her that might ruffle the calm she must maintain while she broke the boy's heart by telling him they could never meet again. She worked very hard in her back yard all morning, looking up at the gate from time to time, but there was no sign of him. Promptly at noon she stopped her work, showered and put on a fresh muu-muu, and devoured half a grapefruit and two diet pills. Nibbling absently on the citrus rind, she considered various ways to break the bad news to him. She couldn't be too direct about it or he'd break into tears, and in holding him to her breast to comfort him she'd never let him go till he'd loved her up one more time. On the other hand, if she took too long in telling him, she'd succumb to Mis-boyish beauty and throw herself at him. She wondered what her very wise friend Alicia would do, and in answer she decided to play it by ear and hope for the best.

Helen started to get up and do some housework, then sank back into her chair with her heart in her throat. There on the floor under the kitchen table were Kenny's under-shorts. Great heavens, if Henry had seen them he'd have throttled her. She reached down and snatched them up, buried her face in them and began to weep. She sobbed and sobbed at what a shameful wife she was while her tears wet her young lover's shorts and her lungs took in great draughts of air through them.

They smelled of him, oh, how they smelled of him. She used them to dry her tears and then spread them out on the kitchen table and placed her full lips against the crotch, murmuring his name, squirming her fat juicy pussy against the chair bottom. One more time with him' wouldn't hurt. He had the only thing that would appease her hunger. And there would be more than one more time. She'd suck him off at every opportunity. She'd never let him fuck her, but she'd be his own private cocksucker for as long as he wanted her, and she'd love every moment and every swallow of it along the way. She didn't even care if Henry eventually caught her and throttled her. Her only concern was that her Kenny would soon arrive.

Helen got up and looked for him through the window, paced the house and looked for him again.

She had learned a few things from yesterday's cocksucking session, and this one would be even better. Her brow was damp, and she took Kenny's shorts from her nose briefly to mop it. If she thought he was ready for it, she'd fuck him today. But where in heaven was he? She ought to go in and use the toothbrush, but she had to save every bit of her hot lust for her newfound lover. But her cunt was itching so badly that she had to scratch it through her muu-muu as she hurried through the back yard to look over the fence for him. She groaned when she saw the empty alley. She should paddle his bare butt for being so late, while he lay with his naked prick between her naked legs, bawling and promising he'd kiss her cunt if she'd stop spanking him. The whole front of her muu-muu was wet from where she'd been scratching herself! She hiked it up and blotted herself with his shorts, and now the smell of their bodies mingling on the cotton was so sweet she almost fainted.

A big drink of water inside the house. Another diet pill to quiet her hungry belly till she could fill it with his cum. If she had his number, she'd call him and to hell with his mother answering the phone, but she didn't even know his last name!

Helen was just about to go in and use the toothbrush in her aching, leaking cunt when the front doorbell rang.

"Some salesman," she angrily muttered as she strode toward it with Kenny's bunched panties in her fist. "If he's young and pretty enough, I'll just fuck him. At least suck him off. No, damn it, I'm Kenny's cocksucker and nobody else's. But where in the devil is he? I just can't wait much longer."

Helen didn't have to wait long at all, for it was Kenny who had rung her doorbell. He was standing four feet away from her with her bicycle between them on the porch. He was in his cutoffs, trying to look angry with her as she leaned against the door jamb and gave him her youngest, prettiest smile.

"Hi, Kenny," she said in a low, throaty voice. "Aren't you going to come inside and let me thank you for fixing my bike?"

He shook his head. "I gotta go."

"At least come in and get your shorts," she said, and threw them behind her into the living room.

"Or were you feeling so good when you left me yesterday that you forgot you left them here?"

"I got more," he said, still scowling, turning to leave her, leave her\

"Kenny, why are you mad at me?"

At least it stopped him. From six feet away he said, "I don't want to talk about it."

"Didn't you like it when I let you play with my tits, dear?"

"Well, yeah. But I gotta go."

"And didn't it feel good when I sucked your cock, Kenny?"

"Too darned good!" he said, and turned to stalk down the walk.

"Kenny, come back!" she cried, her outward calm almost leaving her. It was her quiet desperation for him that took over. It carried her quickly out of the deep shadows of the porch and past the bicycle that had brought them together. It took her to the bright sunlight at the edge of her porch step, and by the time she was there she had her muu-muu pulled down to her waist, and there was a lilt in her voice again as she said, "Kenny?"

His scowl vanished from his face as he turned and saw her standing there in full view of the neighbors or a passing patrol car. She laughed at the stunned look on his face and then turned it into the sultriest smile as she fondled and squeezed one of her big bare tits. "Going to come in and tell me why you're mad at me?"

She let the bright folds of her muu-muu fall to the porch floor. She was still smiling as she ran her hands lazily over the soft bulge of her belly and her thighs and her cunt, and she said, "Going to come inside and play with me while you tell me, darling?"

Kenny now reeled backward at the sight of her hairy snatch. Now he teetered forward and followed Helen's big white ass as it jiggled and squirmed against itself and led him into her house. The door was firmly closed behind him and she slung her arms about his neck, still smiling like that movie star. "I was hoping you'd be glad to see me," she said, and kissed him right on the mouth. He couldn't see her any more for a while then, but he sure could feel her. He felt her bare toes digging at his, but most of all he felt her sweet mouth sucking on his tongue and her big tits mashing against his chest, her big soft hips under his grasping hands and her hairy cunt which he'd just barely seen pushing against his stiff prick.

"Well, at least you're a little glad to see me," she said, and reached between them and squeezed his prick. She reached inside his shorts and did it again, certain that she had him now, and thus able to boldly give herself the treat of holding his hot hard prick in her bare hand. "Now tell me what's troubling you," she said, "if you can remember."

"Well, it was..." Kenny found it difficult to even breathe with her cool hand fondling his hot prick and nuts. "... it was what you did to me."

"Mmm-m-m. I did a lot, and I liked every bit of it. But there was something I did you didn't like? Tell me what it was, darling. But first take off these silly shorts."

She flipped open the buttons of his jeans and stepped back. This, too, was a treat she richly deserved, watching him undress just for her. Standing naked with her hands on her hips, she had a good clear view of every bit of his young masculine body as he bent at the waist and obediently stripped down his cutoffs and shorts. Not a stitch on his body, that was how she always wanted him. His taut bare bottom was as cute as any girl's could ever be. Helen coolly resisted the impulse to kiss him there just yet. Smooth young muscles that were becoming bulgy and strong. They were quite strong enough to please her now. Creamy tan skin. She could taste it already. Sweet fuzzy walnut balls, just waiting to be rolled and fondled in her hand. And best of all his hard smooth cock pointing up at her as he stood up, begging for the wet warmth of her mouth and her pussy. Her hand reached out and curled around it, and she said, "Yes, that's much better, lover. I like you naked."

She pulled him forward 'til his prick was pushing deep into the softness of her thigh. "What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Kenny dear?"

Kenny still hadn't gotten over how he'd felt in taking off his shorts, and the things she was doing to his prick weren't doing much toward clarifying his thoughts. Bending over as he'd done, her snatch had been right there in front of him. It had been gross. It was a thick tangle of hair centered broadly in the curved triangle of her belly and thighs, and he didn't know how in the world anyone could find his way through it with his prick. Pictures of naked woman he'd seen in magazines couldn't compare to this in-the-flesh reality. But he hadn't seen nearly enough of it to satisfy his raging curiosity. So close to it like that, he'd at last been able to identify the source of Mrs, Horaaday's scent. Down there close to her snatch he'd smelled less of the flower and inore of the musk, and he hadn't liked what he'd smelled at all. But now, standing erect and having his erect prick rubbed against this fabulous woman's leg, Kenny's nostrils were flaring for one more deep whiff of Mrs. Hornaday's cunt. He answered her question, however, all dizzy with desire as he was, and said, "You sucked me off. Gave me a blow-job. I shouldn't have let you. It's not nice. It's what... fags do to each other."

"Not nice?" she said, "I thought it was." Helen bent right over and took his prick in her mouth. She gave it a good hard suck, nice and loving, with a lot of tongue. Ohh, it was as delicious as she'd known it would be. It fit in her mouth perfectly. She wanted to go right on sucking him off while he shivered with pleasure and looked down at her big white ass 'til he creamed in her mouth, but now that she had him in her clutches again, she also wanted to make it last. She stood up and rubbed his wetted prick in her pubic hair, smiled and licked her lips and said, "I just love to suck your cock, and I'm not queer at all! Don't worry about it, Kenny. Just enjoy it."

"But I heard one of the guys say ..." He said, "Oh, wow, you've sure got big tits, Mrs. Hornaday."

"Yours to play with, Kenny. Lots more of me, too. Give me your hand, darling. Give me your hand and let me show you how to play with a woman while you tell me what this silly old friend of yours had to say about cocksucking women like me."

"He was talking about guys doing it, I think," said Kenny, as his hand was led to her big breasts and guided smoothly over all their velvety contours. "But it's not supposed to be, you know, good for you."

"Honey, it's perfectly all right for a woman to suck your prick. And I am a woman. See?" she said, and she led his hand right down between her legs, and at the first contact of his trembling fingers with her pulsing cunt, both of them moaned and closed their eyes and moved closer together.

"Oh, Kenny!" Helen said. "Play with my cunt, honey, play with it. Stick your fingers right in it. Kenny, don't be afraid. Oh-h-h-h. Oh, heavens! Kenny, you're inside me with your fingers! Up higher now. Oh, don't let it ever stop! Right up there, there's a little "button". YES, RIGHT THERE! Honey, pull it and push it and rub it and make me feel good, make me cum for you like I never did before in my life! Oh, honey, rub it and rub it. Oh, baby, yes, yes, YES!"

Kenny couldn't believe the transformation in her. He was driving her absolutely crazy, just by tickling his fingers around in the buttery wet softness of her cunt. Her eyes were half closed and her mouth was hanging open. Her big ths were jiggling even faster than his fingers were moving on the intriguing little button she'd shown him. She was groaning as if in agony ... "Uh-h-h-h. Uh-h-h-h. Oh-h-h-h-h-h"... but she sure wasn't moving away from him. Jiggling and twitching all over like that, he saw how really fat she was, but man, she looked sexier than ever somehow, and ready for absolutely anything.

"You want to fuck?" he said. "Can I... fuck you, Mrs. Hornaday?"

"Yes. Oh-h-h-h-h, yes, yes, yes," she said, already being fucked far better than she'd been in years and years and years. "Stick your hard young prick in me and make me feel even better than I am already." He was the most wonderful masterful man in the world, the idol of all her dreams, and she was his entirely. "Fuck me and suck me and bite on my tits and lick my ass. Anything you like, lover. Just don't ever stop. She was shaking and cumming all over, tits jouncing now, legs apart and hot juice running down her thighs. Wave after wave of hot, hot pleasure ran up and down her body while the boy diddled and tweaked her bursting clit, looking at her closely through rapacious eyes with the lovelight barely shining through. This was exactly what she'd been thinking about for the past twenty-four hours. This huge excitement and the feeling of his cock in her mouth. She grunted obscenely and hit another high note in her orgasm and she said, "Just let me taste your cock again and you can fuck me all you want, all you fucking WANT!"

His prick tasted better than ever. She savored it quickly with every one of her taste buds. And kneeling before him, Helen was now quite unable to keep her own fingers out of her cunt. She pawed and pulled at It madly, but still that wasn't good enough to compare with the wild excitement his fingers had produced or the even wilder pleasures she'd know from his cock in her cunt.

Kenny tried to help her to her feet. Getting sucked off felt just terrific, but he wanted to fuck her. He'd heard stories about how hot women could get, and now he believed them. She was sucking his prick so hard that it almost hurt, and she wouldn't quit when he tried to pull her up. She was shaking all over, and he knew darned well she was playing with her pussy. He hadn't had nearly enough of that yet It was really wild to feel that hot, wet part of her body, and it was even more crazy to watch the things it did to her when he played with her there. He was a little scared about fucking her, but he sure did want to do it.

"Come on, Mrs. Hornaday," he said. "You said I could fuck you now. Let me fuck you, Mrs. Hornaday. Show me how you want it."

Helen drew her mouth off his outrageously stiff prick. He hadn't given her his sticky hot cream yet, but he would, many times. She bent her head down and licked his lovely little balls while pressing his cock against her feverish face. She sucked one of the tight little nuts right into her mouth and clung tightly to the orgasm that act produced for a few moments before she sank back on the carpet and opened her arms and her legs to him.

"Yes, my hot little virgin lover, come x>n and fuck me now. You're beautiful Get down on your knees between my legs and put that sweet prick right in my hungry old cunt. You'l1 love fucking me, Kenny. I'll teach you to just love it."

One of her hands reached out to his raging cock and the other went between her legs to part the thick patch of hair and show Kenny where he was going. Her cunt was exceedingly pink, and it looked just huge. He couldn't see the hole he knew was there because her hand was moving up and down and ail around in the pink. With her feet planted flat on the floor, she was squirming her hips up and pushing her cunt against her hand. Her big ass was being flattened against the floor by her weight and her big tits were partially flattened, too, though the coral nipples were still up hard. Her blonde hair was tousled, her eyelids were drooping heavily, and there was a challenge in her smile as she continued to beckon to him with both hands. Kenny's prick led the way as he got down on his knees between her parted legs.

And Helen led the way from there. She took his prick in hand and drew him right down on top of her. Smiling and sighing and moaning with pleasure, she undulated sensuously under him as her hand introduced his stiff prick to her buttery curtt. It felt terrifically soft and amazingly hot. He didn't know if he was in the hole or not, but that didn't really matter because all of it felt good. Her arms were around him now and so were her legs, as with her heels in his buttocks she helped him stab and jab and fuck her for all he was worth.

"Oh yes, baby, fuck me," she crooned- "Oh heaven, that feels good. Darling, you've a wonderful strong prick. Just stick it any place you want down there; it ail feels good now. Just fuck me all you want to, and then I'll suck your cock some more. It's stupid to go through life being a virgin when you have a woman like me to teach you how to fuck. Oh. yes, rub it hard right there1 Right (here, Kenny! Kenny, you're just wonderful! I just love the way you fuck! Darling, you're going to make me cum real big for you! Darling, stay with me now! Harder, honey, harder! UH-H-H-H-H-H! Oh, this's good! OH-H-H-H-H-H-H, FUCK!!!" she exploded, as his rasping little cock set off the big explosion in her body. "FUCK, FUCK, she shouted, roliing around on the floor under his frantically pumping body and spurring him harder with her heels.

Though his cock wasn't even in her vagina, she'd never had a fuck this good in her life! For that matter, she'd never had her legs around a man like this before, either. Of course Henry was the only man who'd ever fucked her before. She'd been too chaste and innocent and dumb to put her tegs around his hips when she was younger, and as the years passed, her bulk had increased to a point where she couldn't have done it if she'd tried. But she wouldn't want to try with him, for with that kind of urging of a cock his size, she'd be split wide open. Kenny's still-maturing cock, though, couldn't do anything but make her feel good. She had had the full, lovely length of it in her cunt right at the start, thoroughly divesting him of his virginity. That in itself was enough to make her cum again, and as inexperienced as it was it produced delightful sensations in her big cunt that boosted her orgasm along. And when at the peak of her orgasm his prick had slipped out of her cunt, the sensations were still there. Each one of his rapid pokes and jabs into her pulpy wet flesh inflated her orgasm a little more. And when at last she'd succeeded in directing those jabs right on the point of her clitoris, she at long last found out what it was like to have a really complete orgasm.

Her shouts and contortions were frightening

Kenny, but they weren't stopping him. He was running out of breath, too, but the fantastic thrill of actually fucking a woman was in itself enough to keep him going. The feelings everywhere in his body helped, too. She was practically smothering him with her arms and legs all around him, gasping and shouting in his ear. It was like being at the amusement park and going on all the rides at the same time, with the best ride of all being the skyrocket shooting higher and higher before it burst into a million lights and let him float back to earth.

It was just about to burst when Mrs. Hornaday shuddered and groaned and went limp under him, and he knew he'd killed her with his prick.

"Are you all fight, Mrs. Hornaday? What should I do?" said Kenny.

"Ah-h-h-h-h," she sighed. "I needed that. Almighty, did I ever cum! You feel good, lover?"

"Yeah, but... are you okay?" he said, and relieved her of his weight and crouched apprehensively at her side.

"Never better," she said, and her smile confirmed her words. She reached out her hand and curled it around his prick, still nice and hard for her. "Did you cum, honey? I got so busy I couldn't pay that much attention for a while."

"I don't know, but it sure did feel good. Boy, I really like to fuck, I think. For a while, there, I thought sure I was cumming, but now I don't know if I did or not. I sure did like it, though!"

Helen managed to get up on one elbow. His prick still looked awfully good to her. "Well, honey," she said, "you can just come over and fuck me any time you want. I like it just as much as you do, and now that you're not a virgin any more, there's no reason we can't fuck every day. No reason I can't suck your pretty cock every day, too. There's nothing at all queer about it. I like it and you like it and... and ...,"

His prick looked absolutely delicious to her, glistening wet and shining pink from their first fuck. She leaned closer and gave it an upward lick with her tongue, then slipped her mouth down over it as if it were a sweet juicy pickle.

His body stiffened. She backed off,, smiling and licking her lips. "Tastes like more," she said, and had another good suck on it. Most of its flavor was from her cunt, but she could taste through that quite easily to the delicious little droplets of his semen that had oozed out during their first frantic fuck. "No, I don't think you had your nice cum for the day," she said. "But you will. Darling boy, you saved it up to cum in my mouth, didn't you? Because you know how much I love to taste your sweet cum-cum, and because it makes you feel so good."

"Couldn't I try to fuck you again?" "There's tomorrow for that. And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. But right now I'm going to give you a really special cocksucking."