"'What happened?' I asked him. 'I got my rocks off,' he said, his face all pink and his eyes shining. So the rest of the girls got into the act, and we had a real ball, playing post office the rest of the afternoon."
Helen stopped talking and leaned closer, so close she could smell the spermy scent of the well-lubricated cock sliding farther and farther into Sue Robin's mouth.
Then Sue Robin stopped and gagged a bit. With an air of definite defeat, she came up off the shining pole. "That's as far as I can go," she said. "Over two inches still to go. Can you beat that, Helen?"
The shapely little brunette gave her a confident smile. "Move over," she said. Instead of crawling between Jack's legs as Sue Robin had done, she crouched alongside her husband's hips with her pert little buttocks pointing back toward his face and her head toward his feet. Taking the throbbing dong in her mouth, she began bobbing slowly, and in a few strokes she was as far down as Sue Robin had gone.
"How do you do it?" Sue Robin breathed, her nose practically against Helen's cheek.
Helen came off and faced her. "Watch this, honey," she said. "You'll learn something real useful." She went back down, slowly and carefully until she was two or three inches from the base of the shaft. Holding the shaft lightly in her lips, she breathed steadily three or four times, like a swimmer getting ready to surface-dive.
"Good Lord!" Sue Robin exclaimed as she watched the encircling lips slide even lower on the blue-veined shaft. How? She started to ask, then remembered Helen's admonition to watch closely. She looked at the other woman's throat, and saw a distinct swelling as her head went down, down, a fraction of an inch at a time, until the lips were touching the black hair at the root of the long cock. Another half an inch and the entire shaft was buried in her mouth and throat. Helen cocked her eyes at Sue Robin to make sure she was observing. Then she slowly raised up and off, leaving the pole waving springily in the air.
"See? You just relax your throat muscles and push on, like swallowing a blunt sword. Set your mind to it, it's easy."
"I don't know," Sue Robin said dubiously. "That's one long piece of hard gristle. Let's have a drink."
"Hey!" Jack complained. "How about one of you girls finishing me off? I'm hurting!"
Sue Robin smiled at him. "How about that tit-fuck you mentioned, Jack. Come on." She lay on her back on the bed.
He got up happily and crouched over her, positioning his aching cock between the upthrust mounds with their cherry tips. "Push them together," he grunted, lowering his weight until his balls rested on her stomach and his long shaft was buried in the humid valley.
Obligingly Sue Robin wrapped her arms about his slim buttocks and squeezed inward, locking her resilient boobs against and over his lunging cock.
His need was urgent and he had no desire to wait any longer. Digging his toes into the bedsheet, he shoved forward hard and fast, his grunts echoed by the woman beneath him, like a firm cushiony mattress, he thought, shoving harder and harder.
Then his long-delayed load squirted out in thick gobs, spraying the valley of her tits and her throat and chin. When he finally throbbed out the last charge and relaxed on hex tits, he thought, a big woman had a lot going for her. His entire weight rested on those spongy globes.
"Give her a break," Helen said, patting his ass.
He rolled off and sprawled limply on his back. "I need a shower," Sue Robin said, and hopped off the bed to run into the bathroom.
After she finished, Helen and Jack showered, and then Jack made fresh drinks.
"Let's not forget, you lost your bet," Helen said mischievously as they sat crosslegged in the middle of the bed, sipping their drinks.
"I'm game," Sue Robin said, "but remember, I've never done it this way before."
"Don't worry," Helen said soothingly. "We'll do it right and it won't hurt. You'll enjoy it."
She put down her drink and went to the dresser for her handbag. Taking out a tube of petroleum jelly, she came back.
Sue Robin was already excited by the idea of the whole deal. She got on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed and waited.
"No, honey," Helen said. "You can just lie on your back, like for regular screwing."
But Sue Robin had a clear image in her mind of the black dancer at the voodoo ceremony, on her hands and knees before the man. He hadn't gone into her asshole, but the position appealed to the blonde. And she wanted to feel those furry thighs and hairy belly pressing against her from behind.
"I'll take it this way," she said.
Jack knelt behind her and she spread her knees farther apart. His cock was only half-hard, but at the sight of the puckered little brown eye staring at him from behind Sue Robin's big round asscheeks, his passion re-kindled swiftly. Helen's skillful hands did the rest, caressing his balls and his shaft until the blood again surged through his cock, swelling it out and extending it to its full length.
"Some of Grandma's love-grease," Helen said, squeezing out a stream of jelly in her palm. She massaged his cock thoroughly with the slippery jelly, particularly the head. Then she wiped her hand between Sue Robin's asscheeks, smearing some of the stuff over her asshole.
"Woooooh!" Sue Robin squealed, hunching her hips forward. "Feels good already."
Jack reached out and caressed her hips and buttocks. With one hand resting on her back, be took his greased cock in his other hand and guided it carefully to the center of the taut little hole. He rubbed his cockhead about, stimulating the sensitive asshole until it relaxed a trifle.
Helen, meanwhile, crouched alongside Sue Robin and reached under to fondle her tits hanging like big ripe papayas. The slight nervousness Sue Robin felt soon evaporated and the erotic excitement of the hands on her breasts and the blunt knob probing at her asshole overcame every other feeling. She waited.
Sensing her readiness, Jack leaned forward, shoving gently but steadily on his rigid cock until the tip of the head succeeded in spreading the rubbery ring of her asshole. Just as soon as the tip was inside though, he stopped and waited until she became accustomed to the feel of the intruder in this virgin orifice. He reached around her hip with one hand and down to fondle her pussy, fingering her clit until she squirmed with delight. Her squirming pressed her buttocks back against him and he held rigid, letting her gradually impale herself on his turgid cock.
Before she realized it, Sue Robin had the head of his cock wedged past the outer ring of her asshole, distending the narrow channel. Her mouth gaped open as she adjusted to the peculiar sensation, testing the size of the invader by squeezing her cunt-muscles. She found that the same set of muscles operated in her asshole as in her pussy canal.
"Oh, that's right!" Jack groaned as she clamped down on his trapped cockhead.
It's great! Sue Robin decided suddenly. Never one to be bound up by inhibitions and hang-ups, she sensed the elasticity of all her body openings. Like Helen opening her throat to let the cock pass through, she thought. Jack's finger continued to manipulate her clit, sending waves of ecstasy flooding through her body. It's all good, she told herself. And I'm a little drunk. She smiled. So what?
Relaxing her anal muscles, she pressed back gingerly. She wanted to feel those hairy legs brushing against her sensitive thighs.
"Let me feet you," she murmured. "Let me feel you. Push it in me."
Her willingness and the slipperiness of his greased cock made it fairly easy for Jack to lean into her harder, pushing his cockhead on through the tight rings lining her tunnel.