A sudden thought hit me and I said: "If you've got plenty, save about six sticks for me. Okay?"
"Sure," she answered. Then, with no change in her voice, she asked, "How old did you say that niece of yours was?"
I let it pass and she didn't insist. We exchanged small-talk until we pulled into the long drive anadparked beside the neat frame house.
The door opened and Jack's huge figure loomed against the yellow shaft of light, booming a greeting before we could get out of the car.
He stepped back and we entered the huge living room, Lena exclaiming her delight over the thick pile rug and the heavily upholstered furnishings.
Jack bent down from his six-four height and planted a kiss on her cheek.
"That's for appreciation!" he boomed, letting his eyes devour the deep hollow between her thrusting breasts.
Helen McPhail came in from the kitchen wearing a playsuit and a big smile. The smile was much bigger than the playsuit, but I didn't complain. One look at her high, firm tits and that plump little snatch, and my cock climbed back to a throbbing stiffness that she eyed with a hungry gleam.
She gave Lena a smile of welcome and moved straight into my arms, jamming her hips against mine and rolling her hot crotch against the bulge of my prick. Her breasts plastered their tips to my chest and she lifted her ripe red lips, moist and inviting. I looked over at Jack with arched eyebrows.
"Don't look at me, man!" he chuckled. "I ain't the one that wants you to kiss em!"
I covered that sweet-tasting mouth and welcomed the slow insinuation of a writhing tongue. For the next several seconds, I wasn't aware of anything but the armful of hot flesh and the delicious contact of our lips. When I released her, she leaned back from the waist, keeping her pelvis locked with mine, moving her hips suggestively.
"Did Jack warn you?" she purred, blinking those long lashes up at me.
"About what?" I asked innocently. My hands had slipped down until my fingers could explore the cleft of her ass and she was wriggling even more, sliding her belly against mine and rubbing my erection with little jerks of her lush hips.
"I'm gonna fuck you to death!" she whispered. "You might as well get ready for it!"
I pulled her a little closer by digging my fingers into the cheeks of her bottom and working my cock against her.
"Hadn't you noticed?" I said. "I'm ready. When does the slaughter begin?"
"We'll have to go through the formalities," she sighed. "Drinks and talk! Shit! Why can't we just get on with it?"
I shrugged, nodding at Lena and Jack. They were standing close together and he was pouring drinks from a shaker, still ogling her cleavage. Jack caught my glance and held up a well filled glass.
As we walked over, I asked Helen, "Want to turn on? Lena brought some."
They were agreeable, and we lit up one of the loosely wrapped jints, passing it around as we settled down, Helen and I on the couch and Lena in one of the big chairs with Jack perched on an ottoman at her feet. Before we had reached the bottoms of that first round of drinks, Helen was tugging at my belt and Jack was kissing Lena's thighs, forcing her knees apart so he could taste the softness of the flesh that converged in that silk jungle where her ravenous slit waited for tongue or cock with complete impartiality.
We shared another stick and I felt my inhibitions float off in the gray haze which settled about us. I wasn't aware of just how I got undressed, or when Helen stripped that playsuit off. The first thing I knew, we were both stark naked and she was crouching between my legs, sucking on my cock like a sick of her favorite candy.
Hearing Lena's soft cry, I stared over to see Jack's head between her dark thighs and his face pressed against her exposed cunt. I didn't need a program to tell me that he had his tongue rammed into that tasty slit, for Lena was wiggling her ass and clutching at his kinky hair, trying to force him down onto the rug where she could reach his thrusting cock.
He finally got the idea and they rolled onto the floor with Lena on top, straddling his head with that bushy cunt working a juicy circle over his mouth and stabbing tongue. She leaned toward his feet, her big breasts dragging their taut nipples across his belly, and her hand pulled that stallion cock into a vertical stance, the black shaft topped with a dark purple plum that was already oozing its pulp.
Holding it steady, she began licking, gathering the juice with dainty flicks of her tongue and drawing it into her mouth where she could savor it before returning for another and longer caress of the throbbing prick.
Finally she squeezed it between her lips and moved her head downward, her cheeks bulging with the thickness as she sucked him into her mouth. It was obvious that the head of his dick was somewhere back of her palate. I knew from experience that she could take the biggest cock around. She knew how to relax her throat so a guy could fuck his tool down between her tonsils and she exercised that talent whenever possible.
I would have stared some more, for it was a fascinating sight, but Helen was beginning to suck with increased insistency, fucking her lips up and down my cock while her tongue fluttered and licked in a way that I knew would bring my come spurting much too soon.
I tangled my fingers in her blonde hair and dragged her slobbering lips upward, holding her with just the head still clamped in her mouth so she could really massage the tip and suck like a greedy calf, her fingers fluttering about my balls and probing beneath them to caress my winking asshole.
The grass, the whiskey and her own sensual nature had combined to create a lust in Helen's luscious body that would lend itself to anything I might devise and I was just high enough to take full advantage of the opportunity.
Lena and Jack were so wrapped up in their own thing that they wouldn't have noticed a live bomb in the middle of the floor. They had switched, putting Jack on top, and he was fucking his huge black prick in and out of Lena's mouth with long strokes that smacked his balls against her nose and eyes. She had his head trapped between her clasping thighs and I could hear his tongue lapping away at her dripping cunt as she screwed it up to increase the depth of his probing licks.
I scooted down until I was practically balanced on the back of my neck, spreading my legs wide and guiding Helen's lips down until she was tonguing my balls, coating them with her warm saliva and moaning with increasing passion.
"Don't stop now, baby!" I grunted. "Give me the full treatment!"
She knew what I meant. Her tongue slid back along the taut skin and I sucked in a lungful of air as I felt her flick that agile muscle about my asshole. Then, moving her whole body closer, she stiffened her tongue and bored into the striated circle. I forced the sphincter to relax and nearly pulled her blonde hair out as I felt the hot wetness slide into my anus, stretching and wiggling until I was gasping with the almost painful pleasure.
"Goddamn!" I groaned, hitching my legs up and resting my heels on her smoothly tanned back. "Rim me, baby! Show me what that fucking tongue can do!"
I felt her breath bathe the area around my asshole as she worked the tongue farther into the tight channel, pressing her lips about the entrance and trapping her saliva so it would add to the goodness she was generating with every movement.
"Jesus!" I yelped. She was sucking. Pulling her tongue almost out and applying the vacuuming of her mouth until I thought my guts would come sliding out. Her tongue gathered some of that slippery spit and slithered in again, sliding faster and faster as she made the first few inches of my colon slick with her secretions.
It wasn't the first time a female had played around in that sensitive area. But Helen wasn't playing. She knew what a lot of girls never learn, that a man's anal territory is laced with a zillion nerves. Not only did she know it, but she was working on every damn one of them and my hips were shivering and jerking as she fucked that tongue in and out, making it swish and slurp as my asshole filled with saliva and made her work easier.