important than the size was pure shit. Even a few minutes of such a tool would be worth an hour of ordinary prick!
'Good body,' he smiled, his blue eyes shiny. Something about wide-shouldered, blond men excited Helene. It was to be another conquest of Brittany by the Vikings. John's savage appeal hit her in the cunt like a hammer. One girl would never satisfy a stud like him.
'The bedroom's over here,' she said, parading ahead of him.
John sniffed the delicate aroma of cunt, watching the twist of Helene's ass in the black mini-panties. Maybe he could muster up another big gush of semen.
The bedroom was as fluffily feminine as the rest of the place with its big round bed and a carpet deep enough to fuck on. Erotic water colors on the nearest wall showed two girls and one guy tangling and two chicks fucking.
'Your friend a lesbian?' John asked, steering Helene to the bed.
'She likes it both ways. A very wealthy widow. You interested?'
'My cock's in enough trouble already,' he muttered. Forget Cindi! Some young guy'll come along and punch her cherry. She has to learn one way or another. I've got Wendy and Ellen-and now Helene.
Shuddering, Helene stretched back on the resilient bed, opened her legs, and watched John lower his briefs. How true her first glimpse had been! She had once seen such a cock in a dirty movie. Nine or ten inches of pure meat-but she had never dreamed she would get a shot at one. Her clit stiffened, and her nipples erected as if they were already being kissed.
'I envy young Wendy,' Helene gurgled, undulating her ass. 'If you two ever want a little three-some, you know who to call.'
'Afraid she isn't that liberated yet,' John grinned. He sat at her right, his hand sliding along her thighs toward her eager cunt. He had beautiful hands, almost as skillful as a woman's. Helene arched her hips, shivering with sweet anticipation.
CHAPTER SEVEN
'How do you like the first one, baby,' John grinned, slipping his hand inside the thin black panties. 'Fingers? Mouth? Cock?'
'Oh!' Helene breathed, feeling him explore her puffy cunt mouth. 'I love some head, then the prick.' Henri had trained her well, but she had been on top most of the time. Her latest steady was rather square; he wanted to do the thrusting. Her only real compensation was that at fifty-five he had to work at it a while before he got off.
'Good,' John smiled, sliding his finger into her cunt. Her vagina twitched as his eyes showed pleasure. Henri had taught her that, too. Clench his prick. Her rewards had been total, even though it had taken her several years to grip very hard.
'Ohhh!' she whispered, as the dreamy tingles spread through her loins. 'Don't make me wait too long.'
John's thumb pressed Helene's clit, and his expression revealed his excitement. At Henri's insistence, she'd had a French surgeon unhood her clitoris. Her thrills after that had been much sharper. The tender tip was almost too sensitive, but with Henri using just his soft lips she had learned to come really good.
John trembled with new interest. She had a snug cunt and a neat little stand-up clit almost as strong as Ellen's. And she could tighten her box! Somebody had coached her well. He already knew he'd be back for more of this educated pussy.
'That feels terrific, baby,' he said, watching her respond with delicate tremors, getting another cunt-clench on the finger. Her French husband had done an excellent job.
John drew his hand out of the moistened panties, and Helene squirmed quickly to the center of the round bed. She slipped her panties down her legs and away. As her thighs opened again, he looked at her cunt, and Old Dick tensed. The outer labia were expanded to show the sweet coral inner flesh. Her dark bush was thin and curly. Juice trickled from the rosy slit.
The bull lust to leap between her legs and ram it home caught at John's nuts. This was what made the difference between him and a guy who didn't know about the fine art of enjoying a turned-on pussy. Helene expected a competent lover, and she was going to get it. He crouched on his knees at her right and lowered his head to the upper part of her crevice, lipping the tender spike of her sex.
'Qhhhhh! Ohhhh!' Helene whined, her head tossing from side to side. Her dainty clit flexed between his lips as her fine plush thighs quivered. He ran his left hand up to her bare-tipped breasts. She seized his wrist and pressed his fingers hard against her boobs.
He rested his mouth, letting her savor the nuances of anticipation. Her long pink-brown nipples, perched on faint pink aureoles, were as stiff as pokers. He was purposely holding his prick so she couldn't reach it. Seeing it had stirred her enough for now.
God, he knows what makes a cunt sing sweet music! Helene thought, riding along on a wonderful high of erotic expectancy. I haven't been manhandled like this for years and years! My clit's ready to fire, and my tits feel as big as tents! I could lose my head about a tiger like him! Ohhhhh, here comes my funnnn!
John's lips fastened on Helen's cunt, and her clit began to pulse. Suddenly, his finger oozed into her twitching vagina! Throb, throb went her love cannon! Her cunt tightened in voluptuous cadences, the pangs of rapture shaking her body like a wild fever! The in-and-out oozings of John's finger were timed magically with Helene's pounding. She squealed.
John felt the honeyed fun-gun, and heard her plaintive cry of womanly thrall. Old Dick stiffened into full erectness. The vivid shimmy of Helene's legs and arms, her manner of total giving, reminded him of Ellen. He wished to hell he could top out as many times as a really turned-on woman.
'Uhhh! Uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhh!' she panted, rushing into her after-twitches, her hands now caught in his hair, her hips lifting in rhythm. For John, feeling a clit go off on his lips was one of life's best experiences. He rested his fuckfinger in the fluttering cunt flesh as Helene softened, breathing jerkily. He had her hooked now. He could do just about anything with her. His cock wanted to be in there.
John kissed Helene's 'little boy in the boat' and drew his finger out of her snug, drippy cunt. She uttered a little moan of joy while her hands were fondling his face and ears, the rise and fall of her tits adding to his visual pleasure. He settled down at her side and guided her hand to his tumid cock.
'Ohhhh!' she breathed, gripping it hungrily. 'Ohhh, God!'
'Gooood pussy,' John murmured, flattening his fingers on her cunt, liking her last eager lifts, and the wide spread of her lush, tapered thighs.
Helene rested, absorbing her tingles like a sponge, savoring each nuance of aftermath. Nobody had forged such a chain of response inside her since Henri. Her last lesbian fuck paled into insignificance. That beautiful big long cock! Holding it, loving it with her fingers, and wanting it tightly and slidingly in her cunt filled her cup of joy.
'You really pulled my trigger, honey!' she breathed happily. 'Goooood prick!'
He laughed. 'I thought you were gonna flop off the bed.'
'Beast!' she giggled. That was another thing that made bedroom pleasures-a sense of humor, a little kidding and lying, and a little fuck talk. Being serious was for court judges. Making out was for fun.
'You must have a whole foot of prick!' she gurgled. 'When do I get to suck it?'
'You said you could get it up,' he chuckled.
'Jesus, what do you call up?' she laughed. 'Are you hiding part of it?'
They both broke out laughing. Already, she could see good times ahead. She would have a little talk with Wendy. Maybe the pussy next door could share him once in a while!
Helene unfastened her bra and slid above him, her legs on either side of his. She cuddled her cunt at the base of John's cock, bracing her shoulders with her arms, arching her boobs down. His hands claimed them, and he grinned.
'I need it up in my cunt, honey. I'll suck it later, okay?'
'I like an active girl,' he smiled. 'Terrific breasts.'
'I'm sure no girl anymore, but keep talking,' she giggled. She came up on her knees, nudging her leaky cunt
