Chapter 5
"You got my hot cunt just sopping wet, honey," said Helen. "I'm leaking all over the carpet. My husband will probably smell it when he gets home, but at his age he's forgotten what sex even smells like any more. Just wait here for a moment, darling, while I freshen us both up a little."
Kenny laid on his back with his prick standing straight up to watch her go. Helen switched her big asscheeks as provocatively as she could leaving the living room, then hurried to the bathroom. Things were going marvelously well with her and her young lover, and it was up to her to keep them going that way. With a stiffie like he had, there was little chance he'd get scared again and leave, but nevertheless Helen hurried as fast as she could in preparing for yet another thrilling session with the sweet youth who was rapidly surrendering .all of his innocence to her.
First she squatted on the toilet and pissed just as much and as fast as she could. Then she quickly but thoroughly used a washcloth and scented soap on her sex-wetted thighs and her happy old cunt, clear on down to her butthole. She cleansed away the soap and dabbed a little perfume there, powdered her loins and rapidly brushed out her hair. A quarter inch of dark roots were showing the gray. She'd have to bleach it for him very soon. Still fairly confident that he'd wait for her and her hungry mouth, she smeared a little lipstick on her mouth, impulsively rubbed a bit more on her nipples and hurried to the kitchen. She downed a big glass of water to clear her taste buds for his lovely prick, and she poured a glass of orange juice for Kenny. The relief she felt at seeing him still waiting for her felt almost as good as an orgasm. His hard young prick and the open admiration in his eyes added to Helen's pleasure.
She looked just huge as she walked naked toward him. She was quite heavy, almost fat, but she looked like she was stepping out of a magazine centerfold. Her tits didn't stand up like the girls in the photos did, and she was a lot older, but the size of her dark-haired cunt and the very fact that she was real more than made up for those little details. Her smile was dazzling him and her perfume had his head reeling as she knelt beside him on the floor and gave him a glass. He hardly tasted the sweet coldness as he drank it, for he was too enraptured by her heavy, liquid grace as she lay down beside him on her side with her red lips close to his prick and her wonderfully curvaceous hips where he could get a good look at them.
She was just one sweeping curve after another down there, and each curve called for more attention to her hairy cunt. The only naked women he'd ever seen before were in pictures, and here she was showing him almost the whole works. He'd be forever grateful to her for that. As saggy as her tits were, they were still just beautiful. Even her belly button was fascinating to look at, but still what fascinated him the most was her cunt. All he could see of that was the thick triangle of hair. He knew he could poke his finger down there and find her hole but he couldn't stop just looking at her as she washed him all over his prick and balls with a warm wet cloth.
"You've got the nicest prick I've ever seen, Kenny," she said. "And I just love to suck on it. Open your legs, darling, and let me wash down under your pretty little balls. That's right. Feel nice?"
"Oh, wow," he said, and his legs spread even wider for the sliding wet warmth of her washcloth.
"I got myself all cleaned up in the bathroom," she told him. "This is how the Geisha girls treat their men in Japan. Such a pretty prick - I can't resist it," she said, and took its round little red head in her mouth and swirled her tongue over it, spreading and capturing every bit of the clear drop of seminal fluid that had been forming there during her ablutions. It thrilled her to make him squirm around with his cock in her mouth, and she made him squirm a lot when she worked the washcloth deep into his little butthole.
"Don't you like that, honey?" she said, watching him writhe almost uncontrollably as she worked her finger in his asshole while his prick flopped about and bumped against her lips.
"I dunno. It feels so funny," he said, gasping and panting now, but never closing his legs.
Helen really had him going now. It was wonderful! He was almost as hot as she'd been when she'd let him tuck her, but she could get him hotter still before he came, and she'd be right there to suck it all out of him without missing a drop when he did it.
"I think you like having me play with your little bunghole," she said. "I don't think you want me to stop doing it just yet."
"It feels so weird," he said, clutching at the carpet and clutching at her, quite beside himself with these strange new feelings.
Helen tossed the washcloth aside and wormed her finger up his asshole, delicious thrills coursing through her as he moaned and gasped anew. It was pulpy and warm, not unlike her cunt, but considerably smaller and firmer. She eased her finger in and out, saying, "That's better yet, isn't it?"
"Oh, no, no, no-o-o-o-o," he moaned, and his prick bobbed and bounced crazily as he frantically worked his asshole against her moving finger.
Another drop of seminal fluid had formed on the head of his prick, and Helen stopped her finger's movements while she carefully sucked it up and swallowed it. She was getting pretty hot by now, but still in good control of herself and in even better control of him. One little twitch of her finger could set him jumping and gasping. He was so excited he didn't know if he wanted her to stop or go on, but she wasn't about to stop as long as his prick was hard and her blood was racing so fast.
She'd never dreamed a man could get so excited! In Kenny's state she could get him to do anything she asked of him. She could even get him to kiss her pussy. All she had to do was ask. That wouldn't be fair of course, just as it hadn't been fair to take his virginity from him. But none of the things a thirty-nine-year-old woman did with a shy eighteen-year-old were exactly "fair," and it was high time she found out what the big fuss about cunnilingus was all about Still and all, it just wouldn't be right for her to ask him to kiss her cunt while he was in this hot condition, and if he found it repugnant he'd blame her for talking him into it.
Helen scissored her thighs slowly together as she said, "You can't fool me, Kenny. You like my finger in your asshole as much as I like yours in my cunt. I'm going to leave it right there while I give you your blow-job now. Mm-m-m-m-m. Tastes so good. Mm-hm-m-m-m-ra," she said as she rolled him on his side to face her more directly and licked her tongue over his prickhead.
"I'm going to take my time about this. I want a lot of your nice hot cum today, darling. Here," she said, and slid her uppermost leg back and her lower leg toward him. "Here, deaf. Just lay your cheek on my nice soft leg and be comfortable while I suck your prick. Mm, it's going to taste so good."
Her lips were much softer than before on his prick and the swirling caresses of her tongue were light and sweet. Her mouth was sending constant waves of tingling sensation through his body, and each time she moved her finger in his asshole he had to groan and hang on to something. Since Mrs. Hornaday was all around him, he hung on to her. His fingers dug deeply into her soft flesh and at times he felt like sinking his teeth into her leg as the sweet agonies in his young body grew almost too much to bear. Her scent was very strong now. The flowery fragrance was present, but much more than that he could smell her cunt. And when he could get his eyes focused he could see it, for now she had her leg bent up at the knee as she sucked his cock.
"I just love to go down on you," she said, holding his cock very carefully and touching her tongue to it. She was being just as gentle as she could with him. That wasn't easy, for her mouth was watering for all of his cum and the hot clutchings of his hands were making her pussy swell and throb.
His face was less than a foot from her crotch. She could feel his hot breath on her leg racing up through her entire crotch, giving her a thrilling preview of how his mouth would feel there if he decided to kiss her pussy.
She looked weird up there between her legs. Kenny was in such a state of frenzied yearning that everything looked weird to him, but Mrs. Hornaday's pussy really looked weird. He couldn't quite see the little button she'd been talking about, the one that seemed to be the key to driving her crazy. He couldn't see that wonderful warm hole he'd had his prick in either. All he could see through the dark hair there was wet red flesh, grotesque and pulpy and quite fascinating.
Helen had him right on the verge of cumming now and she knew it. The smallest movement of her finger on his asshole would make his body jerk uncontrollably, and now she only had to blow her warm breath against his prick to make him moan and gasp and clutch harder at her leg. Her stomach was growling for his sweet cream, but her pussy seemed to be screaming even louder for something more substantial than his panting breath against it. He only needed a little more urging to do what she wanted. Even if he didn't like it, it was something he should at least try.
Helen took her hand from his prick and snaked it down between her legs. With two fingers she spread open the top of her overheated slit. Her hairy old cunt was probably horribly ugly to him, but she wanted to make it clear to him that he didn't have to kiss all of it. She blew on his throbbing prick again and said, "That's my little button that makes me feel so good when you touch it, Kenny. Kiss me there just once, honey, and I'll make you cum really good. Just one little kiss to show me you like me, honey. One little kiss on my clittie to make me feel half as good as you're about to feel."
It didn't look at all like anything he wanted to kiss, but she was being so darned nice to him that he felt he had to do it. He had to do something or he'd go right out of his mind. He took a deep, shuddering breath and thrust his head forward. It was all hot and sex stinky, but his lips touched her where she wanted. Even in his state of sexual delirium he knew that for sure, for she writhed and moaned just as she had when he'd touched her there. Her legs yawned and opened wider and she pushed herself harder against his lips. She was groaning and almost sobbing, but now he knew she wasn't going to have a heart attack. Even with his nose buried in the smelly pulp of her twat, he managed to give her a good hard kiss there on her button, and he was just about to back off and let her make him cum when her fingers closed tightly in his hair, "Darling, that's wonderful!" she exclaimed. "Honey, you're kissing my pussy!" she exploded, rolling about on the floor and taking him with her. "Suck on it, darling, right there, suck on it! Oh, my darling lover, OH-H-H-H-H-H- H-h-h-h-h ... Use your tongue, Kenny. Lick it and suck it and . . . AH-H-H-H-K-H-h-h-h-h... Sixty-nine, oh, dear heavens, we're doing sixty-nine!"
At the first touch of his lips Helen started cumming, and now it was happening to her over and over and over. Her familiar old living room was turning upside-down as her orgasmic heavings rolled them across the carpet. His springy, rock-hard prick was jamming against her face as wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through her. She tried to get it in her mouth, but the gyrations of their locked bodies prevented that and made it impossible to do anything more than shower hot kisses on his balls and deep in his loins and even on his little asshole. Just one more of those crashing explosions of joy and she'd release her hold on his hair and give him the best cocksucking he'd ever have in his life. She wrung every drop of pleasure from it, holding as still as she could and concentrating on the wicked joys of seducing a youth into kissing the twat of a middle-aged matron. And when at last the shivering pleasures began to diminish just a bit, she let go of his hair and slipped her loving mouth over his cock.
Wonder of wonders, he didn't stop sucking her off! Helen was lying on her side again when she resumed sucking him, and now she threw a leg over him to coax him to go on with his half of the sixty-nming as she gave his pecker the sucking it so richly deserved. But her Kenny was such an angel - he didn't need much coaxing. Far from it, his arms were around her big hips now and his hands were clutching at her flabby old buttocks as he went right on kissing her cunt. Without her guiding hand to show him, his lips had strayed from her supremely happy clit, but that hardly mattered now, for her entire crotch was just as sensitive to the touch as her clit had been before. Her pleasures were every bit as great as before, even more so for now there was no frantic haste involved.
She was crouched over him in froggy fashion as he lay on his back, enabling her to use both hands and her mouth on his prick and balls and asshole. The heavy weight of her pelvis wasn't bearing down on his face, but her open cunt was right there for him to kiss if he chose to, and he was making the right choice. What a fantastic day! She'd taught a virgin how to fuck and enjoy it, and now she'd successfully taught him - and herself - the joys of sixty-nining. If Henry and Alicia and all her friends and neighbors had walked in right then, she wouldn't have stopped until they'd dragged her off her little lover. It was simply too good to stop, and it was going to get better yet.
At first Kenny hadn't liked the taste of pussy at all, and he still wasn't altogether certain about it. And it was too wet, and with the exception of her exciting little button, it was too soft. By now, however, he did like the heavy smell of it, somehow, and perhaps it was this that made him go on kissing her there. As hot as it had been outside, he liked the warmth between her legs, too. And he liked being able to hold her naked hips in his arms and feel one of those big old asses he'd been staring at on the streets so often lately. And he liked the way he could make her move and squirm her tits against his naked body just by kissing her between her legs. But best of all, he liked the way she was licking and kissing and blowing on his prick and balls and asshole.
The strength of Helen's orgasms were noticeably diminishing. They were still the best she'd had in years, but she knew if she didn't stop soon she'd be a physical wreck for weeks, though a very contented one. She allowed one more wracking shiver of delight to surge through her old body and then devoted all her efforts to making her lover happy. She took his darling prick firmly in hand and gave its head a good sucking. He began to kick and buck his body as a prelude to his ejaculation, and she firmly held down his hips with her elbows. She was an expert cocksucker by now, she felt, and completely devoted to her art. She could jerk him off and suck him at the same time and add to his pleasures by tickling him deeply with her finger in his asshole. All these things she'd learned in the past twenty-four hours, proving beyond a doubt that she'd wasted nearly half her life before finding she'd been put on this earth as a sexual animal and nothing else. She could even predict the exact instant Kenny was going to cum for her and thus have all of her senses
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attuned to slurping up the gush of his semen as it came to her.
He had a lot this day, just as she'd known he would. It flowed into her mouth so thickly and quickly that she couldn't taste it as thoroughly as she'd wanted to before swallowing it. There would be more for her, however, and perhaps not only Kenny's cum. Visions of a thousand stiff young pricks pressing in on her from every side crowded into her thrilling concentration on the blow-job and sent her lusts spiraling. She was jerking him off as rapidly as she could and giving him a wonderful sucking. She knew she was making him feel every bit as good as she'd been feeling, and he - the little angel - was giving her yet another huge orgasm with the new fervor of his feverish kisses on her twat.
Kenny didn't even know that he was kissing her there now. All he knew was that things were happening all over him that made him want to scream and make an utter fool of himself. The flesh before his face was the only thing that could stifle his bursting shouts, but the more he tried to muffle himself there the greater was his need to scream. His whole body was going out the end of his prick! She was sucking the life right out of him, but it felt so enormously good he didn't care. It was simply too much to bear and he knew he was going to pass out, but then the room spun around him again and he found he was on top of the big soft cushions of her body and fucking madly down at her sucking mouth while he just as madly ran his mouth over all he could of her gaping, throbbing pussy. Every hair on his body was standing on end and he was squirming about like a beached fish as she sucked the last of his jism through his prick and worked her fiendishly tickling finger in his asshole. He was exhausted from all his uncontrolled gyrations, but still he couldn't stop kissing her hot wet cunt until she'd dragged him away from it and held his trembling body in her arms.
For all her new expertise in sex, Helen had learned that things could still get delightfully out of hand. Their last crashing orgasm had been of such duration and intensity that it had frightened her, and now it was very good to lie with the quaking boy in her arms and return toward reality. If it had scared her, it must have terrified him. She'd primed him for one little kiss on her clit and then completely lost her head and all but smothered him with sex. She'd gone much too far, but she hadn't been able to stop herself. Her only hope toward continuing their sordid little affair was in calming him down and acting as if such complete abandon was an every day event with people. And her affair with him was indeed sordid, but just the taste of his cum was enough to demand that she keep him as her lover for as long as she could.
She held him 'til his trembling stopped and his breathing evened out and then she said, "That was nice, wasn't it, Kenny." "Gee-ee. What happened?"
"Just lots of nice things. We kissed each other and you came and I came and we just had a real nice time together. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"For a while I didn't know if it hurt or not." Her breasts felt nice in his hand. Flesh that had been madly wrestling with him now felt comfortable and soft against him.
Helen laughed and said, "Now you're perfectly all right again and feeling better than ever. Isn't that right, darling?"
"I feel pretty good," he said, squirming against her, finding that indeed he was still in one piece.
Helen was feeling more relieved by the moment. She gently stroked his fine young body and said, "I think you like having me suck your cock as much as you enjoy fucking me. We'll do it a lot together from now on, won't we, darling. We'll have lots of fun together this summer, and no one will ever find out. You'd never tell anyone about us, would you, dear? You wouldn't want to ruin what we have together, would you?"
"Oh, no. I'd never tell," he said. He'd been dying to tell his friends about what he'd done with Mrs. Hornaday the day before, even though he knew they'd never believe him. They'd certainly never believe him now, and he wasn't so sure he wanted to tell them about what all they'd done today.
"I'll be right back," she said, "and then you'd better go before my husband gets home. Just relax, darling."
She left him with a kiss and hurried to the bathroom to cleanse herself again. All her body wanted was a week of sleep, but more important than that was keeping herself clean and sweet and provocative for him at all times. She quickly primped and made up her lips, brushed out her hair again and covered her kiss-bruised body with her long pink nightie that hung on the bathroom door. She looked reasonably attractive and respectable as she returned to him with a wash cloth and a second glass of orange juice. He was still naked, sprawled on her living room floor, and the sight of him so stirred Helen's heart that for a moment her mind flew ahead to the idyllic but totally impossible life they might have together if he really belonged to her. But she said to herself, Steady, old girl. You 're making too big a fool of yourself as it is. Just enjoy him while you can, and don't look ahead.
Helen frankly pampered him then. She fed him the orange juice and kissed his brow. She assiduously washed his face and loins, smiling and kissing him sweetly and nicely. Even if he blabbed and she was disgraced she'd always love him like this. It had been the best day of her life, and even if she never saw him again and she never had sex again, she could be content. She kissed his limp prick sweetly and helped him into his shorts and cutoffs. She helped him to his feet and to the door, and there she faced him and asked him again if he'd had a good time.
"I sure did. Wow," he said, grinning bashfully, and making her heart swell and soar. "You liked ... all of it, dear?" "I sure did. I don't know what I liked best, but I'd sure like to do it all again. Can I really come back and do it again with you?"
Helen resisted the temptation to crush him in her arms. She kissed his lips instead and said, "Of course you can, dear. Come early if you like. Come any time after nine and we'll spend the whole day together."
"I have a bunch or errands to do in the morning to get ready for college, and there's a baseball game starting at noon, but I could skip those."
"Oh, no. I'm not going to take up all your time. You can't stop doing all the things the other boys are doing just for the sake of a little sex with a fat old lonely lady like me, dear."
He grinned down at her body. Her nightie was made of soft cotton and almost as voluminous as one of her muu-muus, but he looked right through its fabric to her big tits and her bulging belly and her heavy thighs and said, "You're sure not too fat for me. I like you just the way you are, Mrs. Hornaday." She had to hug him then. "Oh, you angel," she said. "Come see me as soon as your ball game is over. There'll be plenty of time left for you to tuck me and for me to suck your lovely cock again."
"And I can play with your pussy some more and maybe kiss you there again?"
Her joy fairly bubbled out of her! "Darling, of course! Anything at all that pleases you. You liked kissing me there? You liked going down on me and playing sixty-nine?"
"I think I did. It was sorta hairy but I sorta liked it down there."
Helen's heart was fluttering with renewed excitement as she said, "You're not a little boy any more - you're now a fine young man with very manly tastes. Come now, honey, kiss your favorite pussy good-bye before I lock you up with me here forever."
She quickly raised the long skirts of her nightie and stood with her legs apart. She watched so proudly as her little lover stooped and put his arms about her thighs, pressed his mouth to the hairy lips just over her clitoris and gave her a good hard kiss. She shooed him on out the door then and leaned back against it supremely happy and all aglow with fresh new desire. It would be a long twenty-four hours till she saw her sexual prodigy again, but there were his shorts lying on the floor to help sustain her present happy state. She carried them with her as she changed into another muu-muu and had them between her clasped legs as she lay down for a nap before the man she was married to returned to the house.