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"Why don't you sit on the bed, dear?"

Again the older, flabby Mimi eyed Helen's figure hungrily as she once more sucked her own nipple, did it again, said breathlessly, "Okay, now I can remember the feeling of the breast, right there."

She held her nipple in her mouth while her skirt, which she had unzipped at the side, slowly slid down her legs.

"Oh dear," she said, laughing a little. "Now, why don't you take off your skirt too, so you won't have the advantage on me? I'd like to compare legs with you anyway."

Helen rose, slipped out of her skirt and without allowing herself to think slipped out of her panties too.

"It's warm in here, isn't it," Mimi breathed, her face hungry with desire.

She slipped her own panties to her feet and kicked them away.

Her eyes went glazed. Her hands went out almost as though she were blind. She half-felt her way to Helen's side, where she suddenly came-to as she sat beside Helen, their hips touching. That was when Mimi dropped all pretense and with a gasp of desire went open-mouthed for Helen's breast.

For the nipple. She took it in deeply. She tongued it. She gasped, "Oh, how I love you, how I love you!" and swallowed the nipple again and the portion of delicate flesh around it.

While Helen sat dazed in wave after wave of hot-flushed passion, Mimi kissed her all over her breasts, then went to her lips and sucked hungrily at them. Their tongues intertwined. Their tongues and lips created hot shivers and long surging billows of tremulous desire. Even Helen's ass quivered, and her toes and her fingertips tingled with passion.

Suddenly Mimi was pushing Helen down toward her lap and moaning, "Please, please!"

Helen slid down in front of her and Mimi lay back. Helen didn't like the slack skin of the inner thighs she found here, especially when she compared them to the taut silken litheness of Carlotta's body… Carlotta, her last lover, oh, so many weeks without the precious sensation of another body to share her want and need! The cunt lips were growing moist and she added the moisture of her own tongue, lapping frantically all over the folds and recesses of the vulva. Muskiness filled her mouth and the scent in her nostrils made her head whirl.

She tongued the tunnel, evoking a gasp of pleasure from her new sex partner. She tried Carlotta's trick, taking each outer lip, in turn, within her lips and pulling it across the center of the cunt.

Whatever she did brought gasps and cries from Mimi, interspersed with moaning whispers: "Oh, how I love you! Oh, what a darling girl you are! Oh, I want you to stay with me, I don't want my husband profaning my body any more, I only want you, you, you!"

At length Helen's own cunt cried out for attention and she settled herself with a knee on either side of Mimi, who lay on her back, and presented her cunt to the gaping mouth below it.

"Press down," murmured Mimi.

Helen pressed her twat down upon Mimi's mouth and was rewarded by a firmer contact with the tongue that eagerly sought to lose itself in her hot, moist, depths of vulvae excitement. The feeling in Helen's cunt felt somewhat like warm molasses with electricity running through it. It felt like a tornado whirling inside her womb, and whirling faster and faster. It felt like honey drip-drip-dripping. It felt. It FELT. She thought she would float right out over Lake Michigan on the wings of that tremendous surge and swell of pure wild pleasure.

When she felt herself near coming she wanted to prolong the pleasure. Mimi was just a second ahead of her in suggesting sixty-nine. Helen turned and quickly got in the sixty-nine position she had enjoyed so much with Carlotta… and others.

Mimi quickly entered into the spirit of the thing. Each cunt now had a busy tongue flicking it, and each cunt now seemed to be racing the other toward a great and growing blaze of lustrous silver light.

"Good, good, have at it, girls, you're both going to sleep well after this session of cunt-bunting."

Ham Wiskett had walked in noiselessly, on bare feet, being naked. All Helen saw of him was his hairy legs as he climbed onto the bed, which groaned beneath the triple weight.

Helen lay on top of Mimi, so Mimi's ass was out of reach while her own firm pink buttocks offered a resting place to Mimi's husband.

All in one motion he separated Helen's ass cheeks, slathered her with something greasy, worked some into her rectum while she felt Mimi gripping her to hold her helpless.

Then he was pushing the head of his prick at the tight ring of muscle that controlled Helen's bumhole. Insistently and remorselessly he was forcing his way in.

"Goddamn fool," said Mimi indistinctly, her lips moving against Helen's twat as she spoke. "I'm under here, you dope, and I can't take your weight on my mouth. What do you want to do, ruin all my bridgework?"

"So move her down a bit, my sweet."

Helen wanted to get away but Ham had her pinned through the ass and his weight upon her. Mimi squirmed her face up between his legs, so she could breathe and also not ruin her bridgework.

"Suck my balls while you're there," Ham ordered.

He pushed down slowly, slowly into the ring of sphincter muscle that gave him a delightful sensation as it slipped upward along his prick. He made sounds of eager enjoyment and pinched Helen along the ribs as though to invite her to enjoy with him.

She would rather have hit him with a chair, but she could barely move.

She had to endure the slow, remorseless invasion of her rear by Ham's slick and relentless prick.

When he had sunk all the way in she felt the tickle of his pubic hair upon her ass cheeks and heard him say to Mimi: "I told you she would have a good ass to fuck."

He slid in and out, zing, zang, whoops-a-daisy. He had used a lot of grease, which made it a little more comfortable than a dry fuck in the rear would have been, but still Helen felt far from comfortable.

And yet, as had happened at the time of her rape, when she had been sixteen, despite her resentment she began to get used to the sensation.

She began to understand why women (and men) can order, by mail, sent in a plain wrapper, objects of penis length and texture, made of plastic, and provided with changeable heads. As with condoms, there are prickly kinds and knobby kinds and spiral kinds of interchangeable heads for flexible plastic penises, and still other sorts, to suit anyone's taste.

She even had seen pictures of monstrous knobs that it seemed impossible to fit into a rectum. The trick was, those knobs folded back under pressure, than sprang out to their full exciting dimensions once they were deep inside.

Ass-fuck is simply not appreciated. It had taken a lot of brave women (and men, one should not forget) to allow their rectums to be penetrated and their lower intestines filled with prick, before it got whispered around that the asshole and what lies below it are very sexy areas.

You only have to grit your teeth and bear pain the first few times. After that it feels better every time. Soon it feels real great.

The fucker, of course (the live fucker, whom many prefer to a plastic prick) benefits by the tight sphincter that can be made even tighter through a natural effort by the fuckee. No cunt muscle can approach this tightness. On the other hand, the ass is not equipped with the cunt's lubricating glands, nor with the cunt-odor that in itself seems to whisper, "Come on and fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Cunt and ass present an interesting choice. A good cocksman can avail himself of both. Two holes to one come. Include a good suck and you have it made.

But not all people have the same sexual tastes.

Ham now pumped away, and Mimi encouraged him despite Helen's groans and her plea for mercy.

"Go it, boy," she cried. "Bang that bunghole. Crash that keister."