Chapter 9
Don scowled at Kenny as Helen led him into her kitchen and the smaller boy glared right back at him. Helen, prudently and not at all unpleasantly, kept her thinly clad body between them. She slipped an arm about each of their waists and said, "Boys, I want you to be friends. I want all three of us to be friends, sharing and sharing alike in lots of little parties we can have here. Now I want you both to shake hands and then we'll go on with our afternoon's fun."
The grinning Don stuck out his right hand. Kenny shuffled his feet and put out his hand, whereupon Don jerked his thumb back over his shoulder and said, "Get outta here, punk, and keep outta here."
Kenny surged forward against Helen to get at the larger boy but Helen held him back. It was really thrilling to have these two young studs on the verge of fighting over her, but she had far more thrilling things than that in mind for them.
Helen turned to Don and said, "That was very rude of you. Apologize to Kenny," she said, fondling his prick and balls with her hand and her thigh, "or I won't let you fuck me for a week."
"You said you'd never let him fuck you!" Kenny protested.
She accurately located his prick and balls by reaching behind her wiui her other hand as she said, "Don doesn't fuck me like you do, Kenny. He fucks me in my behind. Isn't that right, Don? And wouldn't you like to do that again, real soon?"
He grinned and nodded and squeezed her hip. He would have reached farther and squeezed her butt if she hadn't pushed his hand away and asked the question again with her eyes.
"Okay, I'll shake with him," said Don, and Helen kissed him on the cheek and opened the last button on his shirt before bringing the two boys together for a wary clasping of their hands.
Glowing with renewed anticipation now, she slithered out of her soiled negligee under the close observation of her two naked admirers. Their hands were already groping her as she disrobed completely. She had a sultry smile that was big enough for both of them as she aided them in the fondling of her body. She guided their hands to the warmest, most curvaceous spots as she swayed between them in her kitchen. There was always at least one young hand on her tits, and at times there were three or four. Below the waist, Don's interest remained primarily fixed on her full-rounded bottom, while Kenny kept examining and exploring her newly shaven cunt. Helen stood with her legs apart and her tits outthrust to accommodate both of them, and once she'd captivated the pair completely with her proudly exposed womanly charms, her hands were at last free to close upon a pair of wonderfully stiff young pricks.
Don's prick was appreciably larger, but Kenny's was no less stiff and certainly no less attractive to her. While the eager hot-breathed boys did what they would with their hands and their eyes on her body, Helen was now free to pull a hot prick against each of her thighs and gaze down at each of them with very warm admiration. She was very proud of herself for overcoming their jealous animosity with her voluptuous nudity and felt that it was at last safe enough to get down to the pleasant business at hand.
"Why don't we go into my bedroom, you horny little dears, where we can all be more comfortable?" she said. .
They were both ready enough to go, but Helen still retained her firm hold on their pricks as she led the way. Sweet youth was crowding in on both sides of her, then, as she led them along. She kept each of their prickheads brushing and bumping and rubbing against her soft flanks as a constant reminder of the deeper softness to come for both of them, as well as for herself. By the time she'd led them to her pleasantly sunlit bedroom, her passions more than matched those which she'd aroused in them, and she was quite ready for anything at all that would please the three of them.
"I hardly know where to begin," she said, and sat down on the bed, still retaining her twin holds on those delightfully ready pricks. "I want you both at once, all over me at the same time. Oh, what a lovely pair of pricks I've got! I just love them both!" she said, and let the two cocks stand proudly at attention while she cupped her tickling fingers under their owners' balls.
Kenny and Don stood there grinning rapturously as Helen looked closely at the fine young cocks that would soon take their proper places inside her tingling body. Don's prick was circumcised, and its naked bulbous head, all rosy and plumlike, made it look even larger than it was. Kenny's smaller prick had its foreskin intact, giving his sweet young bone an aura of shyness, though its head popped out eagerly enough when Helen's expert fingers drew back the stretched skin over its rosebud head. In his excitement, Kenny's prick had formed a nice big drop of sparkling clear seminal fluid that filled its stretched mouth, and Helen licked her lips in lusty anticipation before licking his cockhead clean and giving the warm, velvety rosebud a thorough sucking with her loving mouth.
Kenny murmured and squirmed with the pleasure she was so freely giving him, and Don was not to be denied. Helen felt something familiarly eager and exciting pushing against her sunken cheek and she opened her blissfully closed eyes to see Don's naked lance pressing in while its owner said, "Suck me next, willya? Man, that really felt good." "Don't crowd in," said Kenny, and tried to elbow the larger boy aside.
Helen reluctantly took her mouth from
Kenny's prick and said, "And don't you two fight. If you're gentlemen about this, I can please you both."
The two pricks were right there before her.
She opened her mouth wide and guided both of them in. High above her she heard the happy gasps and murmurs of her two young lovers as they stood with their hips together and their cockheads in her mouth.
Their mingled sex flavors were a delight to her. Already she could distinguish the subtle differences in the two pricks and fully appreciate these differences. With two pricks in her mouth at the same time, Helen's newly acquired appetite for hot fresh cum was rising steeply. She wanted to go right on and suck them simultaneously until they both discharged their heavy loads in her mouth at the same time, filling her up with their goodness, satisfying that craving deep in her gut. But down below her gut in her swollen and throbbing pussy was a craving far deeper than that which gnawed at her belly.
She took the two pricks out of her mouth, kissed them and pressed them to her cheeks and eyes. She was quite breathless with desire now as she sat more erect on the bed and looked down at the lovely sight of her hands pulling the two pricks deep into the embracing softnesses of her titties.
Into her armpits they went while she encircled the boys' hips with her arms and tickled their little bums with her fingers 'til she had them both giggling and squirming with her. Could any woman ask for anything more? Helen asked herself, and her answer was a resounding yes!!!
Helen flung herself back on the bed, fully naked and in the full flower of mature womanhood, basking in the lustful gazes of two excited males with hard pricks hotly waiting. Don immediately started forward, but she held up a hand and said, "Wait, honey. You've already got a head start on my Kenny. Give him a little chance to catch up. After all, I shaved my pussy for him today. Do you like me shaved, Kenny?" she asked, and as sensuously as she could, she slid her hand over the prominently bulging mound of her cunt, spreading its hairless lips for him and hoping with all her heart that he would in no way find her cuntal baldness repellent.
"It looks weird," said Don. "I'd rather see her in that sexy black nightie again than look at her like that."
Helen's heart caught. She covered her shamefully hairless cunt with her hand and closed her legs. But Kenny said, "You big dope. You don't even know what's good."
Helen's spirits soared anew as Keraiy pushed her legs apart arid knelt on the bed between them. Tears of joy threatened and she was smiling broadly as she drew aside her cuntlips and allowed him to feast his eyes on the pink pulsing flesh for which he had such a manly taste. "Looks good enough to eat," he said, and bent right down and pressed his hot mouth against her hotter twat.
"Darling!" Helen cried, as his tongue curled around her clit and his lips sucked heavily on it
"Honey, you're just wonderful!" she exclaimed, and hooked her hands under her knees and pulled them up and out to give him all she could of the alluring gash she'd taught him to so-enjoy.
The bounce of the bed felt like a trampoline ride to heaven. Writhing and squirming from the deep enjoyment created by that busy mouth between her legs, she opened her eyes to see Don close beside her, wide-eyed with curiosity.
"Are you cumming?" he asked. "Is mat making YOU cum?"
"Oh-h-h-h-h, yesl" she told him, already deep in a series of lovely orgasms that had her big body quaking and shaking everywhere.
"Does that feel as good as when I butt-flicked you?"
"Feels wonderful, wonderful!" she said, flailing about with her hand, and at last closing it on the hot young cock that had been up her ass, and that was now pushing hotly at her upraised haunch.
Don chuckled. "Man, just lookit him kissin' your cunt. I might do that sometime if you got all dressed up in sexy stuff for me. Do you let him fuck you there, too?"
"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned, cumming steadily now from the expert sucking she was getting from Kenny, aided by Don's hard fingers plucking at her nipples. Weirdly enough, even his leering attitude and the return of his insolence was somehow adding to the intensity of Helen's orgasms.
While the innocent boy sucked her off with gusto, she had wild visions of herself transformed into a slim, slinky sex queen, attired in darkly diaphanous garments well calculated to drive men mad. She needed none of that for she had her two lovers, but the vision persisted through another great, sweeping orgasm while Kenny lavished kisses on her clit and Don stroked her quivering tits with the black negligee she'd previously discarded on the bed.
The moment Kenny raised his head, she reached out for him, crying, "Fuck me now, darling. Fuck me while I'm still cumming from your mouth on my cunt."
He immediately threw himself atop her. Even before her arms were crushing him to her, he was stabbing and jabbing hard and fast with his prick against her crotch. As before, no matter where his hard prick touched her, it put more life into her orgasm. Only rarely did the frantic jabs of his lustful prick actually enter Helen's vagina, but her cuntlips and her loins and her asshole and her clit in particular were so highly sensitized from her orgasms that she was all one and the same flesh between her legs.
He fucked her hard and fast, without letup, while Don looked on, now idly stroking his cock with Helen's soft black negligee. Already she could judge the extent of her younger lover's excitement, and at just the proper time she rolled him off her naked body and climbed on top of him.
Up on all fours, she hovered over his slender, naked body, holding his hot cheeks in her hands and kissing him, with her dripping and happy cunt inches over his nearly exploding prick. She had to calm him down a bit and still keep him good and excited, and this was a most pleasant undertaking for her.
"Darling, that was just a lovely fuck. You just made me cum and cum and cum," she said through her kisses. "And you're going to cum soon, too."
"I think I already did," he said, quite beside himself with excitement. "It felt so good fucking you I couldn't hardly stand it."
"You've got some things to learn about cumming, darling," said she, as she brushed her big tits heavily over his chest and kissed his cunty-tasting lips, and as she reached back with one hand and smoothed it over her big, upraised bottom. "Did you like the way I shaved my pussy for you?"
"I'll say! Wow, it really made it nice and easy to kiss without all that hair getting in the way." "I'm so glad I pleased you, dear," said she, and a deep and dirty thrill coursed through her as she felt Don's hand join her own caresses on the smooth flesh of her ass. "I'd like to please you some more, Kenny, if you're not too tired."
"I'm not tired at all!" he said, happily playing with her pendant breasts, and pursing his lips to meet her every soft kiss.
In response to her mute invitation, Don's hand was moving freely on her ass now. Helen could use her hand on Kenny's prick then as she said, "You'd please me very much, dear, if I could suck your prick till it cums for me. You know how much I love the taste of your cream, Kenny."
"Yes! Yes!" he said, pushing it harder into her hand, while Don's fingers clumsily but quite ably reawakened that burning itch in Helen's stretched asshole.
Helen had both of them nicely primed for what was in her cunningly sexy-old mind as she said to Kenny, "I don't suppose you feel like kissing my hot old cunt any more, do you? I don't suppose you feel like playing our little game right now."
His face lit up with a charming grin as he said, "Sixty-nine? Sure, I'd really like that!" he said, and made an effort to sit up and get at her.
"Just lie still, dear. I'll get on top," said
Helen, and sensuously turned her big body around on the bed, managing as she did so to swipe her tongue ver Don's very ready prick and give him a wink of her eye.
Now she was reversed on Kenny's naked body with his prick sticking up under her face and her heavy loins spread over his well-trained mouth. She licked her lips and descended to suck on his prick, slowly and most enjoyably, and at the same time she settled her throbbing, reaching clitoris into the eagerly awaiting circle of his sucking lips. Her upturned ass was in an even better position for Don now as she reached back behind her and repeated the silent invitation of her sensuously moving hand. His hand at once joined hers, and now she could feel that it was covered with the smooth nylon of her black negligee. Such slinky undergarments had never done much for her, but if she had a budding lingerie fancier on her hands, she'd certainly make the most of it.
Still sucking Kenny's prick, and still having her clit sucked in an increasingly expert manner, Helen caught the folds of nylon in her hand and joined Don in smoothing them over her exposed bottom. The sensation was not at all unpleasant, but neither was it quite the sensation she craved for at the moment. Its shimmering folds brushed against Kenny's forehead but made no difference at all in the passion of his cunt-kissing. Helen sucked ardently but slowly on his prick, getting the most from it while she could. She was cumming very nicely, and rolling her hips about to spread the sensation as well as to entice Don on to do as she wanted him to do. But the orgasms she was enjoying could certainly be improved upon, and to this end she at last let the nylon fall from her hand and used her fingers to delve in her wet slit and rub in her sex juices on her wonderfully itching asshole. After just moments of this she was able to use both her hands on Kenny's writhing loins, for Don's fingers had taken the place of Helen's. Gutsy thrills of anticipation ripped through her as she felt the bed shift under Don's moving weight. When she felt his strong young hands pushing her asscheeks apart, she spread her knees wider on the mattress, and she arched her back provocatively for him. He had enjoyed the touch and the view for such a long time that his eager entry was now a little painful, but that pain passed very quickly as he slid his man-sized prick deep, deep into Helen's quivering asshole.
Now she had them both just where she wanted them. She had Kenny's delicious smooth prick in her mouth while his tongue was dancing crazily in her cunt, and she had Don's bigger prick working in and out of her loving asshole.
Helen closed her eyes and let the sensations flow and flow. She was the most beautiful woman in the world, being attended to by the world's most famous studs. With her asshole being reamed, her cunt being sucked, and her gut getting the nourishment it craved, she could endlessly cum with total abandon and let the whole world go to hell without her. Gaspings and groanings were rampant, and the air was filled with the scent of sweet sex. Her hot, hot pussy was opening and closing like a flower with her rapidly repeating orgasms, just as her other sexhole was sucking and pushing against the lovely hard thing that smoothly slid through it. She was being smothered with sex and enjoying every moment of it. Even the creakings of her old bed were adding to her ecstasies as the two vigorous youths serviced her every need, brought up new needs, and took good care of them. She was making up for a lifetime of sexual dullness, and as bright and good as this long overdue awakening was, it was vastly improved when both her young lovers erupted and gave her their cream in gasping unison.
Her quivering, orgasming body sucked up all they could give her with lusty greed. Don's prick was sliding more smoothly than ever in her asshole and a great deal more energetically as he grunted and cursed and filled up her butt hole with his semen. She had to hold Kenny down in his flailings as his dear eager prick squirted and shot and oozed its rich goodness in her mouth where she could roll it about on her lapping tongue and swallow every drop of his steaming cum with a greed that matched that of her well-reamed asshole. And all the while her own orgasms were mounting and mounting to such dizzy heights that she though she'd surely die of happiness, for nothing in the whole wide world could exceed these pleasures she was taking for herself.
But all good things must end, at least for a while, and at last even Helen's lusty body had had enough. As the boys' groans turned to sighs and as the last of their sweet spendings oozed into her body, she lost the use of her arms and legs and rolled limply off Kenny's wilting body. His prick slipping out of her mouth and Don's slipping out of her asshole were the last things she felt as she dropped off to sleep with a very contented smile on her cum-decked lips.
The guys lay there panting and looking at her for a while. At last Don said, "Boy, that was really something. How long you two been doing it?"
"Just a couple of days," said Kenny, "but I sure do like it."
"Me, too. I don't know why, but I do."
"Me, too."
"You want to wake her up and do some more things with her?" Don asked.
"Naw. I don't feel like it, and she's tired now."
"We don't have to wake her up," said Don, and when he pinched her nipple, she didn't move at all.
"Hey! Don't do that," said Kenny, and pushed the older boy's hand away. "She was darned nice to you, and that's no way to treat her."
"How do you treat her?" Don asked with a grin, and touched her tit more softly.
"You come back tomorrow," said Kenny, "and you do it some more with her, that's how." He considerately covered her up with the bedspread before the boys dressed and left, laughing and talking and looking forward to tomorrow.
It was a good thing for all of them that Kenny had covered Helen's naked body, for it and the array of negligees on the bed might have come as a shock to Henry Hornaday when he got home shortly after the departure of the boys. As it was he saw only his wife's slack face as she lay snoring on their badly rumpled bed. He let her sleep as he made himself a martini and took it to the den to sip while he contemplated his lacking sex life.
His slender girl friend - the damned prostitute - hadn't been on the freeway approach that day. The two hundred dollars pigeonholed in his wallet hadn't done him a damned bit of good that day. Those hard-earned dollars hadn't bought him a fuck or a suck or even a smell of her whorish cunt, let alone a taste of it. But tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow he would leave work early and park and wait if necessary where he could see the spot where his nymphomaniac whore plied her lonely trade.
He could pick her up before anyone else did, take her to a motel and get from her everything he'd been missing for so many long years. Yes, tomorrow would be a better day, the start of a better life, and to insure that he decided he'd drop in at the bank on his lunch hour and withdraw another hundred dollars from the Hornaday savings account.
Chapter Ten Deep Remorse And Acute Physical Hunger Gnawed At Helen The Next Morning And Neither Her Diet Pills nor a gigantic peanut butter and jelly sandwich helped. By ten o'clock she was in such a state of mental and physical anguish that she decided to visit her friend Alicia in search of some sage advice. She hurriedly put on a muu-muu and immediately set off to see the wise and sophisticated woman whose past advice had served Helen in such good stead, Alicia was a petite and pretty woman of thirty-two years. Her hair was dark and curly, her breasts were small and round and set high on her chest, and her little bottom was as sweetly rounded as a pair of ripe cantaloupes. Though she had the body of a college freshman, she had the brain of a corporate president, and with these two assets she'd managed to do very well for herself.
She'd been married four times for an aggregate total of less than five years, and now she lived alone and very well on the money her ex-husbands had paid to get the pretty, smart, and entirely unfeeling woman out of their lives. But perhaps it shouldn't be said that Alicia was entirely unfeeling, for she did care very much for herself and for her large, well-trained Irish Setter, which she called Mickey. Now as Helen nervously tried to present her problem to her friend, the big red dog sat with his muzzle resting on Alicia's nylon-covered knee as the little woman patiently waited for Helen to open her heart to her. Alicia liked to hear other people's problems because they made her feel better in the largely sexless world she'd built for herself. She liked to encourage them to talk to her about their problems, advise them as wisely as she could, and then laugh at their weak stupidities when they were gone. She also liked to dress as brazenly sexily as she could, for even though the sexual experience itself was of little interest to her, she knew and appreciated the benefits of sexual allure and she enjoyed the feeling of expensive and form-fitting garments on her cunning little body.
This is not to say that Alicia was entirely asexual. She did enjoy sex, but her enjoyment was largely solitary for sex with other people was to her a business rather than a pleasure. She had a great many masturbation aids including movies and stills and ribald stories, electric vibrators and mercury-filled brass balls from the Orient, and she had her dog Mickey for companionship. Alicia needed nothing else, except perhaps a little outside titillation now and then from the observation of the follies of the people who thought of her as their friend.
She was very fetchingly attired on the day Helen visited her. She looked as if she'd just stepped from the pages of a catalogue from one of those places in Hollywood that specialize in exotic lingerie. Her panties were minuscule, little more than a very clinging g-string whose waistband was several inches below her dainty navel and whose legholes rode very high on her fully rounded but diminutive thighs. Made of stark black satin, they matched the brassiere whose widely spaced cups pushed her apple titties up to form firm round mounds just below the deep indentations of her collar bones. She had on a little waist cinch of stout black satin that reduced her already tiny waist to a strikingly narrow dimension and also served to hold the tautly stretched garters supporting her sheer black silk hose. On her size-four feet were high-heeled black mules with feather puffs on each instep. Silver bracelets jingled round her little wrists, her hands sparkled with jewels, and her pertly pretty face was artfully made up, especially the dark velvet pools of her eyes. Her lips were starkly crimson, her teeth pearly white, and her flawless skin was lightly oiled and deeply tanned from hours spent naked beside her swimming pool. Forewarned of Helen's coming, she'd carefully presented herself at her daintiest, most diminutive best, knowing full well how this would further fluster the bulky woman who had sounded so unsure of herself on the telephone. She noted with satisfaction the nervous gestures made by the fat woman in the muu-muu across the room from her, and presently she asked Helen what her problem was.
"It's not really my problem, it's my friend's," said Helen, just as she always did. "But she's about my age, and ... and she's having an affair with a ...
very young man."
"Oh?" said Alicia, and yawned as she scratched her dog's ears.
"As a matter of fact, she's having an affair with two young men," said Helen.
"And she's married, I suppose."
Helen fidgeted with her voluminous dress. "Well, yes. But she doesn't ... have much sex with her husband any more."
"So she's having her fun right in her own house, I take it."
Helen nodded. "And it's bothering her. Not so much the cheating on her husband because they never really did get along in bed, but because of how she might be corrupting those two."
Alicia paused, stroking the dog's head and coaxing his muzzle closer to her crotch as she casually opened her legs a bit farther. And when she had Helen staring uneasily down at her loins, she said, "And what sort of things do you do with them, Helen?"
"I do things I never dreamed I'd - Alicia, I'm not talking about myself. It's a friend of mine ... a neighbor," said Helen, flushing scarlet and providing Alicia with her first outside spice of the day.
"Of course. I understand. But the things they do in bed are a little wild? I mean, it's more than just fucking?"
Helen was quite taken aback when she saw the dog's long tongue come out and flick over Alicia's thigh. Blinking rapidly, she watched as the big male dog put his nose against the bulge of Alicia's cunt, and as she stared and blinked the words came spilling out of her. "They do everything. Fucking, sucking, anything at all you can think of that's sexual. Oral sex, anal, I don't even know the names of some of the things we do. But oh, the boys are so beautiful and the woman's so insatiable that I think there must be something wrong with her."
"Does she enjoy it?"
"Yes! My yes, and she's thriving on it! But that doesn't make it right, does it?" She's perverting those boys! Isn't she? And she could lose her home for it."
Alicia shook her head. "They can't send a woman to jail if there's no one to complain. The young men are legally adults. And as for losing her happy home, she didn't have one to begin with. The Tightness of it I can't comment on, since what's quote wrong unquote is a very subjective matter," she said with a smile, and she looked down at the dog now softly rooting at her crotch with his muzzle. They talked on, saying very little. It was delicious to watch Helen's temperature rise as she watched the big dog - who had been thoroughly castrated, by the way - nuzzle ever more intimately between Alicia's little legs. Alicia kept the subject on sex, telling her wild tales of promiscuity that were, for the most part, lies.
By the time Helen left, Alicia was quite ready to follow along behind her in an hour or so and see what she could see of the fat woman's apparently wild private life. She sat on the couch with her panties pulled down, smoking cigarettes and having her dog lick her crinkly-haired pussy while she speculated on what she might learn and how best to use it.
She still couldn't quite believe a woman of Helen's great bulk could entice a pair of young men into having relations with her, but if it was true she could have some fun with it. She could embarrass poor Helen to tears. She could manipulate Helen and her young lovers put on a show for her. Pictures of them could prove useful. Helen might even be persuaded to pay some of her minor bills in return for Alicia's continuing discretion ...
Promptly an hour after Helen's departure, Alicia shoved the patiently lapping dog aside, washed her loins and put on an attractive little dress and set out for Helen's house in her latest convertible. The damned dog hadn't done her much good that day. She wanted to have some sort of external stimulation to improve her day's enjoyment, and so she reached into the glove compartment and got the little velvet-lined box that contained her little brass pussy balls. She was able to pull aside the narrow crotchband of her panties and insert them as she drove. Attached together with a tiny chain, they provided very interesting vibrations each time she moved her trim little hips. She flipped on the radio and turned the dial to a lively rock station and a small secret smile formed on her pretty lips as she drove on to see what she could see at Helen's house. Helen had driven home much more quickly, and with no help from anything but her anticipation she was much more excited than her friend Alicia at that time. She was deeply indebted to Alicia. First Alicia had advised her to take those special diet pills which had changed her life and her figure so drastically. Now she'd said things that proved to Helen that her affair with Kenny and Don - and with any other boys for that matter - was nothing more than she deserved. She was entitled to have some fun in life, there was ridiculously little danger of getting into trouble over it, and Helen was ardently anxious to get on with what should be an inspirationally sexy afternoon. Alicia had even suggested some very interesting new sports she could engage in with Kenny and Don, though her suggestions were quite inadvertent, of course, since she had no inkling that Helen had been speaking about herself.
Helen was out of her muu-muu and into the shower the moment she entered her house. She bathed quickly, perfumed and powdered herself well, and went over her twat very carefully with the razor to provide the smoothest, softest flesh she could for Kenny's sweet lips and warm tongue to tickle. It was still early in the afternoon, with plenty of time for the salad oil party that she'd heard about at Alicia's. She took a big bottle of the oil from her kitchen and placed it on the nightstand and put a large plastic sheet over the bed. She stared at it, grinning and working her fingers in her pussy, looking ahead to slipping and sliding all over the bed with her two well-oiled lovers, their hard pricks pushing into every one of her bodily orifices with equal ease though with excitingly different results.
Back in the kitchen she took two diet pills to calm her complaining stomach, then cooled off her hot body before the air-conditioner while she looked through the window for the first sign of her afternoon's enjoyment, Helen's heart did a flip-flop and her cuntlips swelled discernibly when she saw them come smiling through the back gate.
They were as beautiful as ever, all bronzed from the sun, without a care in the world, out for an afternoon of sexy good fun. Kenny was in his cutoffs and Don hadn't worn a shirt, and the little brown buttons of their nipples looked so good to Helen that she had to lick her lips as she watched them approach the house.
Her mouth was watering for something else, however, as she got up from her chair and excitedly took a place by the kitchen door. Just as they mounted the back step, she swung open the door and said in sibilant tones, "Come in, boys, but don't peek at me."
Hot passion surged in her lusty body as she closed the door and went after the first thing she wanted from them. They exchanged a grin but they didn't look back at her naked body as she reached around each of them in turn and opened their pants and let them fall to the floor. She longed to touch their sweet pricks, but she didn't dare do this for fear of prematurely arousing them. She even kept her trembling hands off their cute little round asses as she disrobed them there in her kitchen, though this was anything but easy to do with her temptation to cover their bums with kisses. Helen managed to remain true to her plan for the day and when she turned them to face her she was very pleased to see that both fine young pricks were in the same condition, slightly thickened from the boys' excitement but far from being as rampantly hard as they soon would be. Before the sight of her nudity could change their conditions, Helen was on her knees and had both fine young pricks in her warmly receptive mouth.
It was thrilling to suck them both at the same time. She'd done it before, but this was something special, for now she was starting off on them when they were all soft and clean and free of any taste of the sex that was to come. Right away they began to stiffen -and swell in her mouth. Don's prick got bigger first, and Helen smoothly transferred her tongue to the underside of Kenny's prick, eliciting a little gasp from her first love and bringing his prick to such a rapid state of stiffness that her own much older body responded in kind.
Pussy juice welled up and gushed down her legs as Kenny came so quickly hard, while her nipples were rising to points just as surely as Don's cock was doing the same. Only moments after she'd taken two soft little danglers in her mouth, that sexual orifice of her body was completely filled with good big stiffies, and her two boys were trying to push more in all the time.
"Damn, this is a helluva blow-job," said Don, as he twined his fingers in Helen's blonde tresses, as if fearing she might go away.
"Don't cuss in front of her," said Kenny. "But it sure is good, though," he said, and she could hear the grin in his voice as he smoothed his fingers over her shoulder and back.
"Boy, she's just a heckuva good cocksucker,"
Don remarked.
"Hey, that's not a nice word, either!" said Kenny.
Helen took her mouth off their cocks and said, "There's nothing wrong with that word, dear." In less than a minute she'd sucked them up to a lovely state of hardness. Their previously limp pricks were now all ruddy red on the ends and flushed with the heat of passion. Their rosy red heads were all glistening wet from her kisses and their two eyes were straining toward her as she held them in her hand. Both fine young pricks were secreting their sweet juices now and she smiled and licked them up in turn. Her pussy was burning with a fiery moistness but she didn't touch it. She wanted to save that for something much better, and now that she'd tasted their cocks she had to have more of them before introducing them - and herself - to the bizarre delights of the salad oil party.
She said, "Let's go in the living room, boys, where you can be comfortable and I can show you what a really good cocksucker I am."
Helen fondled her boys as she led them along. She played with their bare bottoms and slipped her arms about their waists, hugged them against her and took their pricks in her hands. She'd never felt so young and happy in her life. She had two hardy boys who loved her fat old body, she had a good healthy appetite for sex, and all thanks to her friend Alicia she had no more feelings of guilt about it all.
Alicia was by then outside the house. She could just see over the window sill into the front room as Helen and the two boys entered it. They, presented quite a sight. Two healthy males, each completely naked with his stiff penis in the hand of the buxom old fat blonde. But Helen Hornaday wasn't so fat any more, and neither did she look so old. Certainly she was fifteen or twenty pounds overweight, but if Alicia had to be honest about it, she'd say her figure was voluptuous rather than fat. And, laughing gaily, her very large breasts swinging merrily, with her loins shaven clean as a child's, she looked twenty years younger than she really was. The back of a chair blocked Alicia's view as Helen led her two naked love-slaves to the couch, and Alicia stealthily went to get a lawn chair to stand on, tittering and waggling her little hips to make the balls vibrate nicely in her cunt.
"Sit down and lean back and be comfortable, boys," said Helen. "Sit close together, open your legs real wide, and show me everything you've got.
"Oh, you're both just beautiful!" she said when they'd obeyed her. All opened up like that, she could see every bit of their crotches. She stood before them with her hands on her hips, drinking in the sight of the grinning boys. Their little assholes were all stretched out, all puckered and sweet and waiting for her kisses. Just above their assholes were their tight sacs of nuts. Don's were bigger than Kenny's, but Kenny's were pinker. And then there were their pricks, their lovely pricks, standing and stretching up so straight and tall that they were touching their bellies, both of them throbbing visibly with desire for her hungry mouth. Helen licked her lips and began her feast of love.
She reserved one hand for Kenny and the other for Don, and she alternated her mouth between them. With no hesitation at all today, she pressed her sucking lips right against their assholes and slid her stiff, pointed tongue right inside to tickle them more deeply. She hadn't even finished with their assholes when she had both boys gasping and squirming and holding themselves wider open for her. Their balls were like exotic fruits, and Helen was easily and joyfully able to suck each pair into her mouth and roll them around with her tongue. Their pricks were like candy sticks to her. She licked them and sucked them and lavished her tongue's attentions on them while she played with their kiss-wetted balls and slipped her fingers into their stretched assholes till she had them both moaning with delight and begging for more? She'd give them more, all right. With every passing moment her steaming cunt was more demanding that it be filled with cock and tongue and finger. Her remorse and inhibitions were now gone, and she was happily determined to get both her lovers so terrifically hot that day that every one of their inhibitions would disappear in a wild maelstrom of sex and cooking oil. She'd introduce Kenny's prick to her asshole that day and Don's tongue to her cunt. She'd have both of their pricks in her cunt at the same time. She'd inspire their nuts to produce pints of cream, and she'd gobble up enough of it to live on for a week. Already she had them quite beside themselves with desire. She was just returning for a final suck on their assholes when the crashing in the bushes outside made her leap to her feet.
Helen leaped to her feet, threw open the window and leaned out. "Alicia!" she said.
Kenny and Don were right at her sides, all three of them looking down at the small, dark-haired woman sprawled on her back on the ground under the protective canopy of a large acacia bush. Her eyes were closed and her little skirt was up about her waist. Her arms were outflung as she lay by a broken lawn chair and one knee was bent out at an angle, stretching her very diminutive black panties tautly over the prim little bulge of her twat.
"She's been hurt," said Kenny. "Do you know who she is?"
"An old friend," Helen said. "But what is she doing here?"
With his hand roving over Helen's big backside, Don grinned down at the unconscious woman and said, "I sure wish she was a friend of mine. Let's take her inside."
But Alicia wasn't fully unconscious. She'd only been momentarily stunned by her fall and was regaining her senses even as they were lifting her in through the window. Between her pussy balls and the sight of the three of them at the couch, she'd become a little too titillated and had caused the chair to overturn. She was wide awake when they'd cleared the long coffee table and laid her out on it, but she kept her eyes closed and remained limp, prudently reasoning that if she appeared to be seriously hurt they'd quickly call for an ambulance which would whisk her away from this embarrassing situation.
"What in the world was she doing out there?" said Helen.
"She was peekin' at us," said Don, the expert at that game. "She sure is a cute little oV thing, though," he said, and he flipped up her skirt to her waist for another view of her small, black-banded hips, and he smoothed his rough hand over her flat little belly.
"Is her pulse still there?" Kenny anxiously asked, and picked up her dangling hand.
Don slid his hand down over the firm, narrow mound of her cunt and said with a grin, "I can feel it. It's pretty strong and it's pretty wet.
Jeezus, the whole crotch of her little oV black panties is all slick and wet."
"You shouldn't touch a woman like that unless she wants you to," said Kenny.
"Why not?" said Don, and he nudged one of her cute little legs off the table to open her up for his hand. "She's out for a while. She don't feel a ming."
Alicia was, in fact, feeling quite a bit. Watching the naked trio and rubbing her little pussy, she'd been close to having the first real orgasm she'd known in months, and now the strange boy's hand slipping up and down between her open legs was more than a little disturbing. But she remained still as could be, knowing she'd be out of there soon.
"Don, I think you're right," said Helen, "I think she was peeping at us. Let me sit down on the couch for a moment and think of what to do about this."
"I know what to do," said Don, and pulled aside that very tight black crotchband and fingered the wet lips inside. "She's got a real little cunt. It's not as soft as yours is, Helen," he said, and when his finger touched her clitoris, Alicia had to exert a great deal of will power to hold perfectly still.
"We ought to loosen her clothing," said Kenny. "That's what it says to do in the first aid books."
"Good idea," said Don. "I'll help you get her dress off, and then I'll take down her pants. She sure don't weigh very much," he said, and gave her tight round buns a good squeezing as he lifted her hips for Kenny to pull her dress up.
"We oughta take that thing around her waist off," said Kenny, as he struggled to pull her dress up over her lolling head and arms. "It looks like it's cutting her right in two."
Don said, "It could be a back brace. We'd better leave that on her for now."
Alicia was being held upright as her dress was pulled off, and as it came off she was lightly struck in the face by what had to be a penis. She'd had to suck on several penises to get where she was in life, and now that she'd arrived, she'd sworn that never again would a penis come close to her face. Therefore she was a little pleased with herself for continuing to play possum and not reacting at all when the hard young penis brushed against her soft red lips. She was still convinced she was doing the right thing by doing nothing, and that she'd soon be delivered from this impossible situation and be free to bend Helen and her boys to her whims.
"Nice little tits," said Don, as he fingered the extruded mounds and pulled at her little nipples through the tight black satin.
"Not near as nice as Mrs. Hornaday's," Kenny said, and Helen stopped her frowning contemplation long enough to give him a smile.
"I'll just roll her over on the table and get these tight pants off her," said Don, and took his sweet time about getting her on her belly, with Kenny eagerly trying to help.