the crotchless panties) was all the more lusciously prominent.
And inviting.
“There's your $5 on the counter,” she told them. “And you're all staring directly at your treat, I see.”
Yes, they were, she noted with satisfaction.
Del and the four younger boys could not look away from her slickened pussy, in fact, once their eyes dropped down to it from her semi-bare breasts. And the sight of it, her wonderful grown-up cunt, displayed as such in her obscene little show-off panties, instantly gave each youngster a growing bulge in the front of his jeans.
“Your pussy's the best treat of all,” Del told her, with a genuine smile. This wasn't their first time together, after all. “Mrs. Raffelson's peanut butter cookies aren't bad, but you've got her beat all out.”
“So my cunt's even better?” she wanted to hear it said. “Better than peanut butter cookies?”
“In every way,” young Will threw in, a skinny 10-year-old. He already was holding himself through his jeans, squeezing himself, really, clearly anticipating what was coming next. “Even though I love cookies.”
Honor gave the slender boy a bemused look.
“Cookies are nice,” she allowed, motioning for all four of them to follow her into the first floor master bedroom. “But for young boys like yourselves, I believe pussy will always be better.”
“Yes!” a tall 10-year-old named Tom punched the air with a delighted laugh. “I knew this would be a great day.”
And as all the boys trailed into the master bedroom behind her, they began kicking off their shoes and pulling off their clothes. They'd been to Honor's home before, in her bedroom, even, helping her, as it were, and understood exactly what was required.
“Mrs. Edmonds baked us a cake,” one of the two youngest boys, 9-year-old Frank, informed her. “That was good, too.”
“Cake's always nice,” Honor nodded. “But it's still not pussy.”
She just wanted to make certain the boys all understood how truly special her treat for them was, how personal, even, her treat one that could be remembered and appreciated for many years to come.
When she reached her huge bed, she turned around to face them and discovered they were all five entirely naked, a haphazard line of tee-shirts, jeans, tennis shoes and underwear strewn on the floor behind them.
“That's true,” the other youngest boy, Taylor, a healthy-looking 3rd-grader, nodded as he agreed with her that it wasn't pussy. “But it was a great cake.”
His young cock was standing straight up, Honor saw, the swollen tip of it so smoothly swollen that she swallowed at the sight of it. She had a sudden urge to simply drop to her knees and suck it into her mouth.
But instead she simply smiled at Taylor, then reached down for his erection.
Her slim fingers closed around its hardness, the skinny shaft of it jerking, and then the boy smiled nervously up at her in response. Though all five of the young boys had helped her before, in fact had helped the living hell out of her, this was still relatively new to them all. And it still made them extremely anxious.
The sex thing.
“I do know how to bake,” she told Taylor. “Would you rather I made you boys a cake next time?”
But before the startled boy could answer, Del moved quickly beside the young woman, one of his hands suddenly inside the back of her black lace crotchless panties. He gently squeezed one cheek of Honor's firm bare ass, which got a quick look back out of her.
“Is that what you'd like instead?” she asked Del, biting at her full lower lip, which suddenly seemed to be trembling. “Cookies?”
“Forget the baked goods,” he told her, then turned to the younger boy. “Taylor, not another word.”
To which the naked 9-year-old nodded guiltily.
Even at his young age, he knew he'd almost screwed it up for all of them. He pretended to suddenly be fascinated with one of the small gilt-framed pictures of a smiling teenage Honor, sitting on her dresser.
“Is that you in high school?” he asked, which got him a nasty look from Del. “You were even amazingly beautiful back then…”
“Why, thank you, Taylor,” she said. “That's so sweet of you to say.”
Del rolled his eyes behind Honor, but gave the boy an almost imperceptible nod of approval. The kid had put them back on the right track, that slippery track leading straight into Honor's fabulous cunt.
“So, Del…” she started. “What about brownies? Those are nice.”
“No cookies or cakes or brownies, please,” Del told her with a nervous laugh.
She fixed him with a knowing look.
“None?” she asked. “Don't you like sweets?”
All five boys suddenly got quiet, nervously looking to each other and clearly uncertain whether to just shut up or to actually say it out loud for her, the absolute truth to all of them, now and forever: pussy won out over cookies or cake or brownies.
Always.
But it was also and always a challenge for them to respond correctly to any questions put to them by females, an obviously unpredictable gender that easily tripped them up at every turn.
Because none of them were that familiar with women, even 12-year-old Del, especially with older women, and double especially with gorgeous older women who were standing mostly naked in front of them, willing to screw all five of them.
Again.
But at least they did recognize a very good thing when they saw it and they didn't want to mess it up.
Their chances, that is. They weren't idiots, after all.
“I like sweets, but we'd rather screw you,” Del slowly and carefully told her. “You're a better treat than brownies. Or cake or cookies. You're much sweeter. Especially your sweet little pussy. We all love it so damn much…”
And as the beautiful Honor nodded her approval with a sudden bright smile, to their everlasting gasping relief, her slender hand finally dropped down easily and took Del's hard cock.
She held it gently, then took Taylor's stiff young penis back into her other hand.
“Then you can feel free to start,” Honor told him, and then to all of them, “Screwing me, that is.”
As the oldest boy, Del's cock was the largest, no more rigidly erect than the others but almost twice as big around. The last time they'd assisted Honor, the Helper Scouts, he'd fucked her both first and last, a very quick learner.
He'd also been the first of the five boys to lick her wet pussy.
And shown a genuine talent for it, she thought, once she got him to actually get down there and just do it. After that, led by a happy and eager example, the other boys had all done it too, taking turns licking into her slippery pink cunt as if it was made of ice cream.
In actual fact, she'd actually put chocolate syrup all over her cunt, to get them started, so it really was like licking ice cream. She was creative like that.
Honor was a young woman with a very strong sex drive and, that first time they'd shown up at her door offering to give her a helping hand, it hadn't taken her long to realize she was meeting five boys who could help her.
Sexually so.
She'd actually found herself getting wet the moment she'd opened her front door and discovered them standing on her front porch.
Five handsome young Helper Scouts.
With her stressful divorce and her long working hours, she didn't get out all that much anymore, even though she knew she desperately needed a very good boinking. Or five very good boinkings.
Preferably as often as possible.
And that very morning, the two-hours of energetic attention they all gave her, helping her they called it, fucking her front and back and up and down in every position and possible combination the oversexed divorcee' could come up with, was nothing short of spectacular.
And they were helping, she let them know. Helping her have orgasms. Which helped her relax. Which helped her think and plan, after her string of orgasms, that is.
