Chapter 8
Over the years Helen's gait had been more of a waddle than a strut But now, with her wedding negligee held up about her waist, she rolled her blushing buttocks about just as provocatively as she could as she went toward her back door. Anything to get them inside before Kenny or a neighbor saw what Don was making her do in the back yard. Her buttocks felt bigger than-they had before she'd lost the sixty-two pounds. At every step her anus burned as if he'd had chili powder on the finger that had touched her there. And yet she held her garment high and rolled her hips widely and even ventured an inviting smile over her shoulder at the lewdly leering youth as she led him on to her further degradation.
She was sweating and trembling all over, and the house felt very cool as she at last gained its safety. She kept going 'til she heard the screen door slam behind her, but she was unable to turn and face him when he said, "Hot damn, that's a lot of damn good-looking ass, Helen. You shoulda been a go-go dancer or a stripper or something. Shake it for me now. Get your legs apart again and show me how you can shake that big ass."
She thrust it back at him and waggled her hips, her round- buttocks and her asshole - everywhere he'd touched her. She was itching crazily and the burning sensations didn't diminish at all as she waggled her bottom like a dumb, happy dog before feeding time. Desperate to please this vicious blackmailer, she stood with her legs wide apart, bent over at the waist, and shook her hips till the fatty flesh of her asscheeks was quivering like jelly. Her lightly confined tits were shaking just as madly and her face was flushed as hot as her ass as she exposed herself in the worst way possible to his perverted gaze. But at least she had a degree of safety now, and in a few more moments she'd get him into the deeper privacy of her bedroom. Suck his dirty prick, fuck him, it didn't matter what she did then for as soon as she could she was going to kill herself! Her brief fling with sex had been disastrous. She simply couldn't go on in bondage to him, and she had no illusions about his relinquishing his hold on her. So she shook her big ass lewdly and defiantly, not giving a damn what happened to her now, not until she heard his trousers fall to the floor and she felt him touch her again.
"Just keep shakin' it, Helen. Man, that feels pretty good."
He had his bare prick up against her! She'd been breathing hard from the effort of keeping her buttocks dancing for him, but now she could hardly catch her breath at all as she felt his prick against the bottom of her crack. She knew it was his prick because both his hands were on her shaking asscheeks again and down between her parted feet she could see his fallen trousers.
One of the kitchen chairs was there before her and she had to steady herself on it to keep from fainting as his hot prickhead was clasped deeper and deeper by her dancing buttocks. She stopped the mad hip-shaking and started to straighten up and get the negligee between them. He pushed her back down with his hand in her back and said, "Pull your buns apart again for me so's I can find my way."
"Don, let's go in the bedroom," she pleaded. "This is no place to ... to ... "
He pushed her firmly down and shoved the negligee up her back. "This's as good a place as any. I want to be close to the door in case your old man comes home. Open up, Helen."
She used one hand to pull a big buttock aside. The other had to be used on the chair or she'd collapse. He was pushing the hot head of his prick right against her tight, shrinking asshole now, and it wasn't doing anything at all to alleviate the awful itching there. Her wheedling tone disgusted her as she said, "Please, Donnie, let's go in the bedroom.
My pussy's all hot for you, baby. I want to fuck you right, and that's the place to do it"
"I like it fine right here," he said, pushing harder with his prick, starting to hurt her.
"I'll ... I'll suck you off in there, Don. Give you a real nice blow-job. I'm really good at sucking cocks, honey. 1*11 make you feel really good. Don, stop that silly nonsense now and go in the bedroom with me. Please?"
"I like it here," he said, and pushed so hard she winced and her anus drew itself tighter still.
"Hurt you?" he asked, with his first sign of any consideration at all for her feelings.
"Yes. It's ... I'm dry there. A woman needs some ... some lubrication to take a m-man's cock in her. My pussy's all wet and ready for you, Don. You'd slip in there so nice and easy and H'd feel so good. And I'd suck your cock and lick it in the bedroom. Don, don't put it in me back mere. I don't like it. It... it hurts."
"You got any bacon grease, or butter?" "Oh, no," she moaned, and reached down and began lubricating him. There was no use trying to talk to him. She'd shown herself off too provocatively to him and now he was obsessed with the idea of buggering her. She bent almost double and slipped her fingers down through her sopping pussy and on over his stabbing prick, reached back for more of her natural wetness and smeared it around on his bulbous prickhead.
It wasn't a knobby old battering ram like Henry had, but it was considerably bigger than Kenny's prick. It felt four or five inches long from its lightly haired base to the firmly soft knob that was still pushing against her asshole and she knew that it was much too big to go inside her there without a lot of lubrication. If nothing else her slippery fingers around his cock was delaying the time he'd jam it into her, and so she rubbed her twat quickly and hard to get all she could of her sex juices for his throbbing, waiting cock.
Her cunt was widely open and her juices were flowing steadily from the dumb hole that expected to have something nice put in it, but which would be disappointed. Working smoothly but desperately, she transferred her cunt juice back until her encircling fingers had him all slippery and nice from the base of his cock to its head. There was enough there for his balls, too, and she rolled them around in her hot moist hand and found them to be nice and smooth like Kenny's, and not like the big hairy coconuts that hung between Henry's old legs.
"Goddamn," he muttered. "Feels good. But isn't that enough?"
"A little more. Wait," she said. "Just a little more for me."
He was going to sodomize her no matter what. Moments before, she'd been ready to commit suicide, but now all she could think of was the pain she'd feel when he rammed his hard cock in where it shouldn't be and madly sawed it in and out until he'd squirted his hot young cum into a place where it would be thoroughly wasted. With this inevitable fate in mind, Helen quickly tried to lubricate herself. Her asshole was still clenched tight, and it itched and burned all over down there, inside and out. Her fingers held back his entry as she hastily rubbed her cunt cream on the burning, itching tissues and tried to relax her tight sphincter. Her anus seemed to suck up moisture like a blotter and each time her fingers went for more of it, his bluntly tapered prickhead was back to create a new itch. Inside her asshole her fingers went and as they did she again thought of frantic pleasures she'd given to her other young lover by this same treatment, and that made it considerably easier to hold her fat asscheeks open with both hands and say, "Push it in me, honey, but go easy at first. I'm not used to this kind of fucking."
"Tough shit," he said, and forced himself into her.
Only his prickhead was hard to take. Once that had been pushed into her, Helen's asshole relaxed and settled around it almost comfortably.
She shifted her big hips experimentally while he squirmed it about in there, going a little deeper, getting ready to give her a really good ass-fucking.
The itchings of her asshole were more than just tolerable now for they were all getting nicely scratched, all at the same time by his nice hard cock.
Those itchings had spread out from her wonderfully stretched asshole to her big buttocks, and he made them feel better when he'd gotten about five inches of hard cock in her ass and was pressing his naked loins against her soft, upturned ass. When she let go of her asscheeks it was even better, for then she could feel his slowly moving cock with her closely embracing buttocks and she could brace herself on the chair again for what promised to be a delightfully different kind of fucking. By tilting her hips in the right way she could feel the warm massage in her hot old pussy, but she couldn't feel enough of it. "It feels nice now, dear. OOOO, it feels real nice!. You can do it a little faster, honey. In and out a little harder."
"Yeah," he said, but he didn't speed up. He was right on the verge of cumming already, but he didn't want to end it too soon. As much as he needed to cum, it was just too fascinating to just watch his stiff pink prick disappearing between the white loaves of her ass. It felt just terrific. It felt a thousand times better than his hand ever had, but he was used to prolonging his masturbations and so he was able to keep up a slow, steady pace and make his first fuck a lasting and memorable one. She didn't smell at all unpleasant, and there wasn't any poop to be seen on his sliding dick as it came out of her butt hole. All he felt as he pulled it out was the need to push it back in again, and this he did with soaring feelings of great good pleasure, grinning down at his accomplishment and squeezing and fondling the big white asscheeks that he'd so coveted through her bedroom window.
"Honey, harder," Helen moaned, head swimming and ass glowing with the desire for more of him. He was still being a mean little bastard and feeding it to her at his own pace. Panting and tingling all over, Helen tried to urge him on by fondling his nice smooth balls and using them to pull him up against her more. They felt good in her hand, but her hard wrist against her creamy, brimming slit felt even better. She clung to the chair back with one hand and let him go on at his own pace, while with her other hand she gave her pussy something of what it needed. "You finger-fuckin' yourself, Helen?" he said.
Panting, she said, "Yes. If you won't give it to me good and hard, I will." "Feel pretty good?"
"It feels just marvelous. Damn right it does," she said, pushing and pulling at her wonderfully swollen and highly sensitive clit while the hard thing sliding in her asshole steadily filled her with its lusty need.
"Feel good enough for you to cum?" he asked, observing her lightly sweating body closely and somehow holding back the swelling jism in his balls.
"Yes," she said, and it started to flow from her toes to her hair. "Yes, yes, yes, I'm cumming all over," she panted, and she worked over every part of her crotch to make it the big cum she needed so badly.
She was shuddering and shaking all over with the violence of it, rubbing her twat and hanging onto his shirt tail so he wouldn't quit fucking her in the butt. Her big ass was jerking and wriggling so much mat it reminded him of one of those reducing machines. All he really had to do was stand there and hang onto her buns with both hands while her ass did all the work. It was really comical to see her so fucking excited, but it was also so wildly sexy that there was no way in the world he could hold still. He began horsing it into her, socking it to her for all he was worth, and he began to feel his jism start up from his toes and gush through the plunging head of his dick.
"THAT'S it, THAT'S it, THAT'S IT!" Helen chanted, as he gave her everything he'd been holding back, everything she needed. "YES! YES! YES!" she hoarsely cried, as his hard loins thudded against her soft ass and his bursting balls slapped up under her gushing twat and she smelled his ripe semen filling her ass. "CUM WITH ME! FEEL LIKE I DO!" she gasped, challenging anyone in the world to mateh those supreme feelings swelling through her jackknifed body.
"Oh! OH! OH-H-H-H-H-H!!!" Don wailed, fearful now that he'd never stop cumming after holding back from it for so long, but quite unable to stop his mad prick pumping in Mrs. Hornaday's glorious asshole, so tight and smooth and big and sexy and hot.
His semen was overflowing and running dpwn Helen's leg to mingle with her flowing juices. Her hand was covered with her juices, too, as she jammed two fingers in her hole and rubbed her clit with the heel of her palm to add to the tremendous sensations of having her asshole thoroughly reamed by a hot hard prick. She didn't know where her repeated orgasms were originating but she was doing everything she could to keep them going. After so many big cums she should be near swooning from exhaustion, but instead each thrust of his cock in her ass was giving her more strength now.
"Fuck my ass!" she commanded. "You're fucking me like you wanted to, so don't stop NOW!" "Oh! Oh-h-h-h ... " His cries were getting weaker, and so were his pulsing ejaculations. His reflexes were failing him now, and he had to think about what he was doing as he shoved himself against the blubbery big buns of her ass and felt his oozing prick slide into her asshole just one more time, and then one more time after that.
Helen was reduced to rhythmically squeezing his slowing prick with her sphincter. Even her great energies were getting worn out, and by clenching his shaft with her asshole in time with the orgasmic spasms in her twat, she could amplify and enjoy them more while they lasted. It had been unbelievably good, and she was still feeling it everywhere in her body. This callous youth had opened up a whole new dimension of sex to her, and no matter how she felt about his rude demeanor, she'd be forever in his debt for what he'd done. Delicious shivers rippled over her ass and coursed up her spine as she let the long thing slip out of her body. So far, she hadn't even seen the boy's cock, and now she could look at it only briefly as she wiped it with the hem of her gown. She could dwell on its virile beauty later, but now she was compelled to sink to the floor and take into her mouth that sturdy flesh from which she'd derived so much pleasure.
It tasted just fine, and it had a girth and substance to it that Kenny's prick had not yet attained. Eyes closed and cheeks sunken in, Helen lavished her tongue's attention on it. It reached into the back of her throat even though it was slowly growing softer, and Helen was pleased with herself for being able to completely suck a cock its size. She sat there on her legs, patting his hard round bottom, nuzzling her nose in his hair and kissing his sweet balls and crooning with contentment. The smell of him, his fingers pressing against her head, her heel pushing against her pussy, it all joined to make her feel all buttery soft and loving ~ until she opened her eyes and saw Kenny staring in through the back door. His mouth was gaping open and there was tragedy in his eyes. Helen only saw him there for a moment. He'd turned and run before she'd even gotten the other boy's prick out of her mouth.
Don's grip was powerful on her arm. "Don't quit now," he said. "I want a blow-job."
She broke away from him. "Stay right here. I'll be back in just a minute."
Kenny was already fumbling with the latch on the back gate. Thank heavens for the rust on it, Helen thought, as she hurried across the lawn to him in a far different condition than she'd planned for their meeting. Her cunt juices and another boy's pecker tracks stained the flowing white skirt of her negligee. Its bodice was soiled where Don had pawed her and one of her shoulder straps had slipped down over her arm. Her hair was in disarray and her face was flushed and her make-up was smeared. She was a mess, and she'd been caught sucking off one of Kenny's friends, but she had to lure him back into the house and insure his silence or be in the power of yet another young blackmailer, and this time a very hurt and angry one.
"Kenny, where are you rushing off to?" she said, smoothing her hands over his hot young flesh and trying to draw him away from the gate.
"Lemme go!" he said, and swung his elbows back at her.
She got her hand inside his pants and shorts. She had him squirming and twisting, but he was still working at the latch as she said, "Stop acting so silly, dear. Come in and have some iced tea and we'll have a good time. Are you mad because you saw me sucking Don's prick? For goodness' sake, don't be. That's nothing, honey. Let's see a smile, Kenny."
She ran her hands all around his torso tickling him. He writhed and squirmed against the fence, half laughing and half crying and begging her to stop. She pressed in on him, laughing and reaching inside the front of his pants to tickle his soft prick and balls. Her big tits were rolling all around right in front of him and one of them was just about out of the transparent nightie she'd put on to welcome her first little lover. Her hands and her closeness had him nearly helpless and he was longing to be inside in the coolness with her, but there was no way he could share her with anybody else.
"Don't!" he said, as she ripped open his cutoffs and jerked them down with his shorts.
"But I want your prick in my pussy, Kenny," said she, tickling him expertly there and getting him off balance so she could strip his only garments down over his bare feet. "I didn't let Don fuck me. His prick's no better than my husband's. This one you've got between your legs is the only one I want in me. Don't be mad at me. Come inside, darling. Come along, dear."
"Come back with my pants!" he said, and covered his dear little prick with both hands as Helen turned and walked away.
She turned with a smile and dangled his clothing before her, and he angrily shook his head.
As she took a backward step toward her house, she stripped down her bodice to expose one of her big breasts for him, and he grimly remained where he was against the fence. She smoothed both her hands over her loins, drawing the sheer material tight there and looking down to ensure that he could see she hadn't any hair there now, and when she looked up again he was faltering toward her. The practice she'd gotten in provocative hipswitching for Don served her in good stead as she led Kenny on into her house.