Horny Census Taker
by Toby Logan
(SLS-118)


FOREWORD 

The census taker's job is rather personal. The necessity of gong into the 
various homes poses a problem for a stunning young girl. 

Our story involves a beautiful girl with a heart who was involved in taking 
the census. It is a good thing they don't take a census every year, as she 
couldn't have endured a series of years such as the one she experienced when 
she took the census. 

In many homes she found teenage boys who wanted to discuss with her, of all 
people, their sexual problems. They explained patiently that they had no 
sexual outlet. And as she listened to their hard-luck stories about their 
frustrations, she sometimes felt compelled to satisfy their problems. This 
was a big mistake. Her sympathetic feeling was certainly to be admired. 
However, when she extended sympathy to going to bed with young boys, and 
older men who said they were unemployed, she was carrying her kindness too 
far. 

Yet, the days did slip by much quicker for her, as she recognized there were 
many erotic thrills to be found in variety. She soon discovered each man has 
his own sex desires. And she found it "fun" to try to satisfy all these 
strange and hidden urges that surfaced when she was around. 

Once or twice she barely missed the watchful eye of a jealous, suspicious 
wife. And twice she was caught in her wild ways. But, she bounced back, 
always claiming she'd cry "rape" if anybody made a fuss about her rath-her 
strange sex practices, which she enjoyed as much as the men who performed 
them with her. 

She learned enough about sex to understand why men object to their wives 
limited sex range. So many men complained that their faithful spouses 
enjoyed doing it only in the "missionary position," with the man on top. 

Now, that sexual freedom has become such a popular theme, the men admitted 
they get bored with the same old Saturday night intercourse routine. They 
claim they would much prefer trying "oral" sex, and "anal" sex now and then. 
And this is what she did for them that made them so happy she came around 
asking how many persons lived in their house. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Helen was finding it difficult locating a job. Her mother finally tried to 
give her some assistance. 

"A young, beautiful girl like you ought to be able to find work," her mother 
exclaimed angrily. "Your father and I can't take care of you the rest of 
your life, dear." 

There was a certain irritation in her mother's tone that made Helen feel 
terrible. She didn't want to be a burden. She knew she was a beautiful 
blonde girl, with sparkling blue eyes and she'd been complimented and 
flattered through all of her high school days. She'd also managed to remain 
a virgin. It wasn't easy, considering the orgy that followed the high school 
graduation. But Helen wore a chastity belt that her mother gave her as a 
gag. Fortunately, it worked. She couldn't find the lock. 

Now that her mother was making such a fuss about her finding employment, she 
decided she ought to do her best to find work. She went to an employment 
office and the friendly, elderly lady there, with the white hair and the 
weatherbeaten look told her she could always be a census taker. 

"Do you really think I would be able to do that?" she asked her eagerly. 

"Yes, I do. Now it's just up to you. If you'd like that job, I could put you 
on it. Of course, there is a little risk, these days." 

"What kind of risk?" Helen asked curiously. 

"There's always a risk when a beautiful girl must go from home to home," she 
explained. 

"Well, I think I can handle anything that comes up," Helen insisted. 

Mrs. Malborough wasn't quite so sure. But she thought she would give Helen a 
try. 

Going home that evening, Helen's mother was so pleased that she baked her a 
cake. 

"I'm proud of you, dear," she told her. "At last you are facing up to 
reality. Naturally, we're going to miss you when you move out." 

"Am I moving out, mom?" she asked. 

"Of course, dear," her mother told her. "You'll be earning your own money. 
You'll be happier that way, too, I'm sure." 

Helen wasn't quite so sure. But she didn't care to argue anymore with her 
mother. She was sick and tired of all of the insults her mother had directed 
her way. 

Now at last she was going to find an opportunity to advance. Even though it 
wasn't much of a chance, it was something. 

On her very first day she stared out in a good mood. 

She went to the first house and a gentleman in his shorts answered the door. 

"I'm the census taker," Helen smiled her best. 

"What do you want to know?" the man demanded. 

"Could I come in a minute?" she asked him. 

"I guess so," he told her. "If you're not light fingered." 

Helen brushed his rather awkward comment aside. "Now how many are there 
living here?" she asked him frankly. 

"Just me and my daughter," he told her. "Why do you want to know?" 

"It isn't me," she explained. "It's Uncle Sam." 

"Why is Uncle Sam nosing into my business?" 

She could see from the man's rumpled hair and the distraught expression on 
his face that he was somewhat troubled. 

"How else would Uncle Sam know how many citizens live in our country?" 

"All right," he said, scratching the back of his head. "There's my daughter, 
Debbie, and me. Debbie's mom ran off." 

"Where did she go off to?" Helen asked curiously. 

"She met an insurance salesman," he explained, "and he fed her a line of 
bull. I'll bet you she's working now as a waitress. He told her he was gonna 
make life easy for her. She believed him. Those screwballs lie." 

It made her feel so sad she almost felt like crying over the situation. 
However, controlling herself she asked for a drink of water. 

"I'll bring you a Coke," he told her. 

He brought her a Coke and laced it with a tranquilizer. She felt so good 
after the drink that she leaned back on the sofa and talked to him casually. 

"Everything looks rather nice here," she observed. "I guess your daughter is 
well trained to keep thins tidy." 

"That's the truth," he told her. "I've tried to be a good father. Told her 
everything I knew. About sex-about everything." 

Helen thought that was wonderful. 

"You're to be congratulated," she told him. "So many people are reluctant to 
tell their children about sex. My mother, for example, never told me a 
thing." 

He looked at her strangely. 

"Why was that?" he demanded. 

"I don't know," she said honestly. 

As he sat there looking at her, he told her he had some strange sexual 
desires. 

"What kind of desires?" she asked him curiously. 

"Oh, for instance, right now I would like to take out my cock and jack-off 
just looking at you." 

"Oh, that isn't such a bad fantasy," she told him. "At least it's nothing 
like Jack the Ripper." 

He laughed. 

"How broad minded are you?" he finally demanded. She shook her head. 

"Maybe I'm not broad minded at all," she told him. 

All at once Helen got one of the biggest jolts in her life. For the man she 
was speaking with suddenly began pulling his thick, long prick out of his 
pants. 

"Oh, Mr. Harvey," she told him nervously, "don't pull out your penis. It 
isn't proper." 

Mr. Harvey only laughed as he looked at Helen's expression. It really got 
him horny, watching her wide-eyed and wild. 

"That's a dreadful thing to do," she told him. 

"No, it isn't," he insisted. "It's just a man's cock. Haven't you seen one 
before?" 

Helen confessed, "Once. I saw daddy's when he was showering." 

She felt guilty about it, he could tell. 

There's nothing wrong with this," he told her. "Just like there's nothing 
wrong with what you have, honey. Are you ashamed to show me your sex 
organs?" 

Helen gulped nervously. 

"I asked you a question," Mr. Harvey smiled as he began stroking himself. 
"Are you ashamed to show me your sex organs?" 

Helen assured him she wasn't. 

"Then as a person of your word," he pursued that line of questioning, "let 
me see your snatch. Nothing nicer to look at than naked nooky." 

Helen thought he was being very abrupt and bold. 

"Well, you can look at it," she told him, "but you can't touch it." 

"Or taste it," he smiled. 

Helen's heart was pounding rapidly as she threw her skirt back and pulled 
down her panties. She wanted to prove to Mr. Harvey that she wasn't ashamed 
of her crotch. 

When Bill Harvey took a look at Helen's beautiful pussy, he almost flipped 
out. It was a stunning sight to see. 

"Ohhh, wow!" he told her bug-eyed. "You've really got a beautiful body. Hey, 
baby, would I love to tongue fuck your pussy." 

Helen wasn't quite sure she heard him right. 

"What did you say?" 

"I said I'd like to eat your box," he told her. Helen thought he ought to be 
told off. "You're a dirty old man to say such a thing," she shot back at 
him. 

"I may be dirty, baby, but I'm not old. I'm thirty-two." 

Helen put down his age. Then she started to pull up her panties. But before 
she could do so, Bill Harvey was at her. He was down on his knees and prying 
her legs apart. 

"Bill," she exclaimed, "stop it!" 

Bill Harvey let his tongue slip into Helen's vagina. He flipped it across 
her clit and sucked hard. 

"Doesn't that feel good?" he smiled up at her. 

She shook her head in embarrassment. 

"You shouldn't do that," she quipped in a coy manner. 

"But you like it," he told her. "Naught, naughty, but delicious." 

Bill got right in there and began sucking hungrily. Grabbing her ass cheeks 
he pulled her tighter to him. His mouth worked over her crotch. 

"Eat it, baby," he encouraged her. "Suck it. That's how you do it. Suck 
off." 

He was anxious to give her a wild tongue fuck. His tongue stabbed into her 
as if it were a penis. He would alternate the tempo at which he would jab 
his tongue inside of her. At one point he even held her up in the air and 
flipped his tongue around her ass cheeks. She cried out in delight. 

"Ohhh, that feels so good," Helen moaned in a passionate frenzy. 

Bill Harvey knew he had her right where he wanted her. 

"There's no law against two adults fucking," he told her. "Let's go in the 
bedroom. My little girl is still in school. I'm glad she's gone most of the 
day." 

"Don't you have a job?" she asked him. 

"Damn it, I wish I did," he explained. "I'm living on unemployment. But I 
figure I might as well enjoy my time." 

Helen thought that made sense. She got to her feet and followed Bill to the 
bedroom. At least, she calculated, she wasn't going to be doing it with some 
high school teenager. She hated the thought of doing it with someone who 
didn't know the proper way of penis insertion. She had heard that could be 
painful. 

"Are you really a virgin?" he asked her. 

"Well, yes," she insisted. "You can't bust my cherry, because I did that 
horseback riding." 

Bill looked disappointed. 

"That's what all the girls say," he complained. "It's getting next to 
impossible to find a cherry a guy can bust with his cock. What's the world 
coming to?" 

Helen did feel sorry that she couldn't be the virgin girl of his dreams. 

"However, I have never had a man's prick sliding in my pussy," she told him, 
"and I would really enjoy that." 

His eyes lit up at the thought of being the first man to plunge his penis in 
her. 

"Let's go in the bedroom," he insisted again, "and you can lick my prick off 
and get it ready before I fuck you." 

The thought of going down on Bill's cock upset Helen. When he got in the 
bedroom and took off his clothes, standing before her with his thick, long 
hunk of meat, she shook her head. 

"I'm not a meat eater," she told him. 

"Look, baby," he insisted, "this is one kind of meat even a vegetarian can 
enjoy. Now get on your knees and blow me." 

"On my knees?" she asked casually. 

"Yes, damn it," he told her, "the ancients used to worship the male sex 
member. They used to get on their knees and crawl to a guy's prick and suck 
it. I've read all about it in history books." 

Helen tried to remember if her high school teacher had said anything like 
that. 

"Are you sure, Mr. Harvey?" she asked him. "Our high school history teacher 
never mentioned it once." 

Bill Harvey laughed as he watched Helen undressing before him. 

"Helen, you're beautiful. Just get on your knees and do as I tell you. I 
know what I'm talking about. You will like submitting to me." 

Helen wasn't so sure. She did remember one time her father tried desperately 
to get her mother to go down on him. She also remembered the wild things her 
mother said about her father. It was anything but a pleasant interlude. 

"All right, sweetheart," he told her, "you're gonna get a nice hunk of cock 
meat. Just open your lips." 

"All right, sweetheart," he told her, "you're gonna get a nice hunk of cock 
meat. Just open your lips." 

Her lips parted and Bill thrust his thick, long hunk of meat inside of her 
mouth. Her lips fastened firmly. 

"Suck my prick off," he told her, "suck it off. Go ahead, suck my cock." 

Her mouth worked smoothly on his rigid, long penis. 

"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Suck, baby, suck." 

He was thrusting his thick, long penis in her mouth. Her lips held him 
firmly. Then her tongue swept over the crevice of his cock. 

"Eat my dick meat," he exclaimed excitedly. "Suck off. That's how, honey, 
suck it." 

The thrilling pleasures that tingled through her body now were carrying her 
close to a juicy climax. She was anxious to have his thick meat in her mouth 
when he'd shot his wad. She reached for his balls and played with them. He 
enjoyed the stimulating sensation of her finger tips massaging his cock. 

"Ohhh, Helen, baby," he told her, "my twitching balls are ready to explode. 
Get on the bed and let me screw you." 

Helen reluctantly got on the bed and spread her legs for Bill. Bill wasted 
no time in mounting her beautiful body. As he gazed fondly at her gorgeous 
bosoms, he began playing with them. He sucked on her breasts, enjoying them. 

"You're fantastic," he told her. "Ohhh, baby, I love it." 

He sucked on both bosoms and then he once more licked at her pussy. Finally 
he decided it was time to shove his dick meat in her and fuck it off. Slowly 
he inserted his penis in her. It was exciting for her to see his big, thick 
cock disappearing in her hot mound. 

"Grab it with your pussy muscles," he told her, "and give me a good fuck. I 
need it, baby, and I need it bad." 

She was eager to please him. As he thrust his hard, long, dick meat in her 
mound she found pleasure in reaching for his shoulders. Her hands slid from 
Bill's broad shoulders down to his trim hips. She gripped his firm ass 
globes as he fucked hard. She had never felt such sensational thrills in her 
body. 

"How do you like it?" he smiled, eager to discover what she thought of his 
thick cock sliding in her. 

"It's the most wonderful sensation I've ever experienced," she confessed. 

He was pleased that she enjoyed it so much. 

"Nice to hear you say that, honey," he told her. "A man-likes to be 
appreciated." 

He continued pumping his dick meat in her mound. Her vagina muscles grabbed 
at his thrusting, sliding spear. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," he cried eagerly. "Ohhh, baby, that's how you do it. Now 
you're screwing. Fuck off." 

The delicious thrills that he felt now forced him to acknowledge what a 
fabulous fuck she was. 

"Baby, you're beautiful," he whispered enticingly. "I just love doing it to 
you." 

Her hands instinctively caressed his ass cheeks. She could feel his ass 
muscles flex as he fucked her hard. 

"Do you like being ridden?" he smiled. 

She nodded as a look of satisfaction formed on her face. 

"I can't get enough of it," she panted as he thrust in. "Oh, baby, fuck me, 
fuck me harder." 

His insistent cock stabs continued. He was sliding in her with deep, 
penetrating jabs. She was enjoying it more every moment. 

"Yes, baby, yes," he cried earnestly, "now you're screwing. Fuck off." 

Instinctively, she threw her legs around his. He could feel her hot, moist, 
slippery thighs as she pumped back to meet his driving cock stabs. 

"Oh, wow!" Bill exclaimed as he went on sliding in Helen's hot hole. 

A few more stabs and she knew he was going to cum. At the moment of climax 
when he orgasmed, she thrilled to the stimulating sensation of cuming at the 
same instant. 

"We're right on target," he told her. "Ohhh, baby, milk me. Fuck me off." 

He went on thrusting in her. She loved the fantastic, erotic pleasure that 
she was discovering at this moment. 

"Stick your finger up my ass-hole," Bill told the young girl. 

Helen was not overly eager to let her finger slip up 

Bill's behind. However, she tried to do it. Parting his ass cheeks, she 
gently eased her forefinger up his tight rectum. He thrilled to the 
stimulating sensation of her finger sliding up his ass. 

"That'll get more juice out of me," he told her as he went on thrusting. 

When his cock was slippery he told her he wanted to sodomize her. 

"What does that mean?" the young census-taker asked him innocently. 

"You'll find out soon enough," he smiled as he rolled her over. 

Once she was rolled over, he pulled her ass cheeks up in the air. Then 
without warning he stabbed his slippery prick between them. 

"What are you going to do?" she demanded as she felt him riding up her butt. 
"Ouch!" she exclaimed as she felt his huge, thick dick gliding up her 
ass-hole. 

"I'm gonna fuck your ass," he told her as he went on pounding his prick up 
her behind. 

Bill's balls slapped against her ass cheeks as he rammed it to her in hard, 
forceful strokes. 

"Stop it, stop it," she begged. "Ohhh, stop it. It hurts." 

Bill was glad that it did hurt. He didn't care one bit about her complaints. 
He was interested only in getting his rocks off and quickly. 

"Ohhh, what a tight ass you've got," he told her. "I know you're virgin ass. 
Ohhh, baby, just keep your butt moving." 

It was strange how she instinctively knew what would prompt him into climax. 
She kept her butt bucking back to his driving jabs. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," he insisted. 

Her ass gyrated as he rammed in all the way. A few more stabs and he got his 
rocks off. 

"Ohhh, baby," Bill panted as he finished fucking her ass, I'm juicing." 

The hot sperm spurted up her ass-hole. He thrust in a few more times, then 
eased out, rolling over and laying down. 

"I'm never gonna get my census taken," she said as she got off the bed. 

"That's your problem," he told her. "I'm all fucked out." 

Helen thought the least Bill could do would be to say thank you. She made a 
mental note of this and wondered if all men never said "thanks" after they 
had taken sexual advantages. 

Helen got dressed and calmly went down the street. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

When Helen was walking down the street, she couldn't help thinking what an 
eventful day she was having. 

She rapped at the door of a red house that was built like a barn. It was a 
very beautiful home with white trim and a green lawn which looked as if a 
gardener had taken precise care of it. 

A woman answered the door and asked her what she wanted. 

"I'm the census taker," Helen explained, "and I wondered how many people 
lived here." 

The woman was abrupt with her. 

"Too many for comfort, honey," she told her. "There's my cousin, two uncles, 
my daughter, my husband and me. I guess you can figure out what a tough time 
we have using two bedrooms." 

Helen smiled and took her name and all of the information and then marched 
on, without even going into the home. 

As Helen walked to the next house, she observed a young, nice-looking boy 
mowing the front lawn. She noticed his rippling muscles and the obvious 
energy he had. She envied him. She didn't feel like walking down the street, 
to say nothing of mowing lawns in the summer sun. 

The young boy seemed happy to see her walking to his front door. 

"Nobody's home," he called out to her. "Can I help you?" 

Helen smiled. 

"I'm the census-taker," she told him, "and I was wondering how many people 
live here." 

Eager to take a break, the young boy came over and introduced himself. 

"I'm Charlie Rogers," he told her, "and I live here with my mom and dad and 
older brother. Why don't you come in a minute? HI get you a Coke." 

Helen didn't think it was appropriate for him to be getting her a Coke. She 
was eager to get on her way. However, when the young boy walked closer and 
she saw what a handsome stud he was, she felt a sudden urge to get better 
acquainted with him. 

"I am rather thirsty," she commented. 

That was all the young lad needed to hear. 

"Very good," he told her. I'll get you something." 

They went into the house and he got her a Coke. As she sat there sipping a 
Coke, Charlie told her that he found her attractive. 

"You shouldn't be talking that way to me," she told him. "I am on business 
now." 

Charlie surprised Helen. He went into the kitchen and brought her another 
Coke. Then he went into the bedroom. He came out of the bedroom with a towel 
wrapped around him. 

"I just finished showering," he told her, "and I thought I would join you 
now for a drink." 

At that point in time his towel fell to the floor. Helen let out a howl of 
surprise. 

"Charlie," she exclaimed, "put your clothes on." 

Charlie paid no attention to her. He was stroking himself. 

"Do you like watching?" he smiled. 

It was surprising to Helen that anybody could be quite this crude or bold. 

"You're acting indecently," she told him, "and I'm gonna get out of here." 

Helen should never have revealed what she planned to do. For seconds later 
Charlie was on her. Grabbing her roughly now he told her not to make a 
sound. 

"You are suggesting rape," she complained. 

He nodded and smiled as he pressed his naked body against hers. Wrapping his 
arms around her, he felt of her ass globes. 

"Take your hands off me," Helen insisted. 

He wouldn't do so. 

"Now enjoy yourself," he told her. 

Helen felt awful as he kept pressing his penis against her. 

"We would enjoy this a lot more in the bedroom," Charlie insisted. 

"I wouldn't enjoy having anything to do with you," she assured him. 

No matter what she said, he was paying no attention to her. He was figuring 
that she really wanted it, as he could feel her pussy pressing back to meet 
his cock. 

Finally he pulled away and walked naked to the bedroom. It was strange how 
Helen had been hypnotized into following him. 

Once in the bedroom, he closed the door and made it a point to pull the 
drapes. 

"Let's see what the little old census-taker looks like in the buff," he told 
her. 

Helen wasn't accustomed to a man acting so crudely. However, she figured she 
had nothing to hide. Once she'd stepped out of her clothes he told her how 
beautiful she was. 

"You've got a gorgeous body," he assured her, "and I know just what to do 
with it." Helen smiled at him. 

"You want to eat me, don't you?" she smiled. He nodded hungrily. He licked 
his lips as he came over to her. 

"Now you listen to me," he told her. "You're gonna get fucked and fucked 
good." 

Helen was anxious to give him a good time. 

"All right, tiger," she told him, "give me a good screw. I want to feel it 
sliding in me." 

She got on the bed and spread her legs for him. In no time at all Charlie 
was on top of her. As he began thrusting his manhood in her mound, she found 
she loved it. Her pussy muscles responded instinctively to his thrusting 
cock stabs. 

Reaching out she grabbed his ass cheeks. She squeezed and massaged his 
buttocks as he went on furiously fucking her. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried anxiously. "That's what I want you to do. Give 
me a good screw." 

As he hammered his cock home, he felt Helen's hot hands grasping at his ass 
globes. He loved the way she pinched and squeezed his buttocks as he fucked 
her. 

"Snap your pussy," he implored her. 

Helen didn't know what that meant. But he quickly explained to her how she 
could do it for him effectively. 

"When I thrust it in there," he told her, "you let your pussy muscles grab 
it. That's how. Grab it, just like that." 

It pleased Helen to learn a few things about fucking. After all, she thought 
to herself, she had to know sometime. 

He continued cramming his cock in her pussy in a regular, rhythmic beat. 

"Fuck, fuck," he exclaimed excitedly, "that's how you do it. Come on, baby, 
fuck it." 

As he continued plunging his rigid prick into her pussy, he told her what 
else he expected. 

"Finger fuck my ass-hole, Helen." 

Helen parted Charlie's buttocks. Slowly she eased her finger between his ass 
cheeks. As he pumped up, she got her finger slipping into his tight anus. He 
loved the sensation of his prostate being massaged. 

"I want you to do it for me, baby," he begged eagerly. "Just like that. Now 
you're fucking. Come on, fuck it, fuck it." 

He was sliding in her with hard, deep thrusts. She loved the stimulating 
sensation of his rigid prick gliding in her pussy. 

"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "now you're screwing. Come on. Fuck it, fuck." 

She withdrew her finger from Charlie's ass-hole and gently caressed and 
massaged his round, firm buttocks. He loved the sensation of her hot hands 
grabbing his ass cheeks as he continued plunging penis into her willing 
pussy hole. 

"Ohhh," he exclaimed passionately, "I love it when you screw like that. Come 
on, baby, fuck me, fuck me." 

He was thrusting it into her with magnificent movements now. She was 
responding with every jab of his thick, long prick. She threw her arms 
around him, clutching him tightly. 

"Give it to me," she begged feverishly. "Fuck me, fuck me." 

Passionately he went on plunging his rigid manhood into her hot pussy hole. 
She would feel the walls of her vagina juicing as the big prick continued 
stabbing in her. It wouldn't be long now before she was cuming. 

"Screw me," she asked him. 

It was as if the dam had burst within her. She had held back for a long time 
when she'd wanted sex. Now that she'd given in to her own erotic feelings, 
she couldn't get enough of it. She threw her legs around his as he fucked in 
deep. 

"More, baby, more," she begged feverishly. "I want to be fucked. That's how. 
Now you're doing it, honey. Fuck me." 

He was riding in her rhythmically. And she was responding by pushing back to 
him. It didn't take long before Charlie's cock exploded. 

Just as Charlie's loaded pecker finished shooting in her mound, his brother 
came into the bedroom. 

"Hi, Charlie," Dale smiled as he watched his brother pulling his cock out of 
Helen's pussy. 

Charlie was embarrassed. He knew that he wasn't supposed to become involved 
with women. Dale was two years older and figured he was the man of the 
house. 

"Hey, let me have you, baby," he told her. "Only I like it from behind." 

Helen knew what that meant. 

"I've got to go," she whimpered. "I'm just the census-taker. Please, don't 
bother me." 

Dale smiled confidently as he pushed her back down on the bed. 

"You know, he's just a kid," Dale said, a tone of menace in his voice. "You 
were molesting a kid." 

That was the only piece of information he needed to know. 

"Now you're gonna get screwed," he announced, "and screwed good." 

He hastily stripped. And then he told Helen to get on her knees. 

"Why?" she shot back at him. "Why should I listen to you?" 

"Because I tell you so," Dale said, anger flaring in his voice. 

Helen knew he meant business. Dale had a mean, sadistic expression on his 
face that she didn't appreciate. As he stood there stroking his rigid prick, 
she knew he expected plenty of action and quick. Finally she did get on her 
knees and bent over all the way. It didn't take long for Dale to get behind 
her. Gripping her smooth, silken ass cheeks he parted them gently. And then 
spitting in his hand, he applied his own spittle to his penis. 

"You're gonna get fucked, baby," he smiled, "and fucked good." 

Just as he said that, he shoved his man meat right up her ass-hole. With 
quick, deep, penetrating stabs he fucked her wildly. 

"Beautiful," he exclaimed excitedly, "that's how I like it. Now you're 
fucking. Come on, baby, fuck it. Fuck it." 

With determination and drive he kept his big cock stabbing in her butt. 

"Grind your ass," he told her. "Don't be a dead butt. Put some action in 
your ass-hole." 

Helen recognized that not only must she be degraded like this, but she must 
cooperate and participate in her own degradation. Tears were coming down her 
cheeks now. But it didn't make Dale feel sorry for her. Instead, it seemed 
to whip him into a frenzy of erotic sex pleasure. Throwing his head from 
side to side as he closed his eyes and savored the delicious thrills that he 
was experiencing his hard, rigid man meat stabbed up her hot, tight ass-hole 
he watched her. 

"Fuck it," he exclaimed excitedly. "Fuck, baby, fuck." 

He was ramming it in her ass now with penetrating, deep cock stabs. 

"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Come on, fuck, 
fuck." 

Helen began understanding what ass screwing was all about. However, she 
bitterly resented sodomy. Vividly she remembered her class in high school in 
sex education where sodomy was pointed out as a very perverse sexual 
practice. 

"Ohhh, it feels so good in your ass," the young stud panted as he went on 
thrusting his thick, long man meat right up the young girl's behind. 

Helen's tortured ass had to take it. She couldn't stop him now. He was 
coming on strong. 

"Fuck, baby," he begged her eagerly. "Fuck it." 

With determination and drive he continued riding up her ass-hole. 

"You're beautiful," he told her. "That's the way I want it. Now you're 
screwing. Fuck." 

He was driving in with deep, long strokes. Bending over, he gripped her 
bosoms. He pinched the nipples excitedly. 

"That's what I want you to do," he told her. "Screw it." 

She was getting more aroused every moment. 

"Oh, wow!" he exclaimed. "Now you're fucking. Come on, baby, fuck, fuck." 

With a few more cock stabs, he knew that he would be cuming. But Dale wanted 
his brother to add to his pleasure. Glancing over his shoulder at Charlie, 
who was standing close-by, starting to jack-off, he told his brother what he 
expected. 

"Grab my belt, Charlie," he told him, "and whip my ass while I screw her. 
It'll give me some good rhythm. That's the best way to fuck. With good 
rhythm." 

Charlie accommodated his older brother. He got his belt out and began 
lashing it across Dale's bare bottom. It did help Dale. It provided the 
inspiration that he required to give a wild screw. 

"Fuck it," he gasped excitedly as he went on ramming it into poor Helen's 
twisting ass. "I'm almost there," he exclaimed excitedly. "That's the way I 
like it. Now you're doing it. Come on, fuck, fuck." 

Riding rhythmically up her ass-hole, he finally bent over and clutched her 
bosoms. He squeezed her full breasts in his hot hands as he went on jabbing 
it to her. 

"Ohhh, baby," he exclaimed passionately, "you really know how to give a good 
screw. Fuck it, fuck it." 

He was invading her hot, tight ass-hole with savage stabs at this moment. 

"I love it," she cried ecstatically. "Shove it up my ass. Come on, Dale, 
screw me." 

The census-taker was discovering how much pleasure it was to be sodomized. 
She'd seen it once in a movie, "Swept Away." In that film it was accurately 
depicted as a kind of sadistic-masochistic pleasure. When she'd seen it on 
the screen, she had no idea she would enjoy it. However, when she felt the 
big prick riding up her ass-hole it felt good. At first the penetration was 
terrifying. Once her ass muscles had been stretched to accommodate the size 
of Dale's prick, it felt super. Her ass rocked back to meet his driving 
penis stabs. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried eagerly. "Screw me." 

Not only did Dale screw her, but his brother Charlie continued lashing his 
bare bottom with the belt. When Charlie got so horny he knew he had to fuck 
again, he begged for permission to get under her and screw her pussy. 

"Hey, Dale," he asked him, "can I get underneath her and fuck her cunt?" 

If there was one thing Helen hated, it was having a man speak crudely of her 
sexual organs. 

"It's my pussy," she shot back at him. 

Once Charlie had apologized and Dale had stopped laughing at Helen's 
objection, he assured his brother it would be great to have him join the 
fuck. 

Getting underneath Helen, Charlie shoved his dick meat in her pussy. Now the 
two brothers were making it with her at the same time. Helen was reaching a 
profound discovery. She was finding out how stimulating and exciting it was 
to have the two men sliding in her hot holes at the same time. Her pussy 
muscles grabbed at Charlie's sliding, throbbing male member. And at the same 
time her ass twisted as Dale plunged in all the way. Helen was wild now, in 
a state of sexual ecstasy and frenzy. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried out eagerly. "I want to feel it. Screw me." 

It seemed as if she couldn't get enough sex. She wanted it badly now. 

"Yes, yes," she cried out eagerly, "fuck it, fuck it." 

The two men were only too happy to cooperate. Dale, ramming it in from the 
rear, and Charlie, plunging it into her pussy hole. Her body was sweating 
and so was Charlie's as he fucked her furiously. 

"I'm almost there," Dale admitted. "Keep your beautiful butt grinding, baby. 
I'm gonna stab it up all the way." 

Dale plunged his rigid man meat in up to the hilt. Without guilty and only 
lusty desire dominating his feelings at this point of orgasm, he juiced. His 
hot cum shot up her ass. 

"Fuck it, fuck it," he whispered huskily. "Ohhh, baby, you're beautiful. 
That's the way I like it. Now you're fucking. Come on, fuck off." 

With determination and drive, he continued thrusting his thick dick meat in 
her hot hole. 

"Ohhh," he groaned as he finished stabbing his prick in her ass-hole, 
"squeeze it." 

Helen tried to please him. Using her ass muscles as a vise, she squeezed all 
of the sperm load from his penis head. 

Dale shoved his prick in and out of her slick, curn-coated ass-hole as his 
brother Charlie finished plunging his penis in her hot pussy. Charlie looked 
up at her swinging, big boobs and grabbed one. And then he stabbed his prick 
in her savagely. It was taking a little longer to get his rocks off a second 
time. But he knew he was going to make it. 

"Fuck it, fuck it," he exclaimed eagerly. "Fuck!" 

He could feel his brother's throbbing cock as he rode into her ass-hole. He 
loved trying to match his beat as he fucked hard. A few more jabs of his 
penis in her pussy and he exploded. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Helen took a lunch break. She had never felt better. It was a hasty 
introduction to sex, she had to admit to herself. Nevertheless, she was 
trying to make the most of it. 

That afternoon she walked into the Negro section of the city where she was 
taking the census. 

There was a light-skinned mulatto man who was sitting on the porch as she 
came up to him. 

"Good afternoon," she smiled, "I'm taking the census." 

The mulatto man eyed Helen's beautiful body and for a moment didn't say 
anything. 

"How many of you are there living here?" she smiled. 

"Just me and my dog," he grinned. 

"All right," she told him, "and what is your name?" 

He gave her his name and then he began talking casually with her. 

"It must be a very hard job for a lovely-looking young lady like you," he 
said in a tone of concern, "Being so beautiful and all, I imagine some sex 
maniacs are after you now and then." 

Judging from the way he was glancing at her cleavage, she had no idea that 
he was a horny man who might have some wrong ideas. 

"I think I'd better be going now," she told him. 

At that point the handsome mulatto got to his feet and talked to her 
eagerly. 

"We need some communication," he said anxiously. "I mean, between the black 
and the white. Why don't you come in and talk to me. We mustn't stay 
outside. If people see you talking to me they may say awful things about you 
in the next house." 

Helen could understand his concern. She did feel bad for him. 

"Yes, Mr. Malone," she told him. 

Call me Steve," the good-looking, tall, mulatto man smiled as she went into 
the house. 

"Steve, how come you're not working?" she asked him. 

"I was, until this happened," he said, looking at his sprained ankle. 

"What type of work did you do?" 

"I was a basketball player," Steve smiled proudly. 

"Why, yes, of course," Helen said, reminding herself of the many times that 
she'd seen Steve Malone on television playing basketball. 

"I guess I'll be all right next season," he told her, "but it's awful being 
confined like this." 

"I imagine it is," she told him. 

As she sat on the sofa in his modest, but very clean apartment, she realized 
he was a kind, sophisticated man who would not take advantage of her. 

"There are a lot of things about being on the road I hate," Steve confessed. 
"But there are some things I like." 

Helen agreed with him. "I suppose you get lonely for your home base." 
Shaking his head, Steve explained what he did get lonely for. 

"You meet a lot of nice people on the road," he told her. "I mean, you 
always have your pick of the girls who come chasing after you." 

There was a certain proud look on his face now as he discussed the assorted 
women who made it a point to try to go to bed with him. 

"I imagine all of that is very distasteful to you," she told him. 

"Not exactly," Steve smiled. "As a matter-of-fact, I enjoy it. Of course, I 
can't take them all on as I don't stay in one town long enough." 

Helen thought his morals left a lot to be desired. 

"Did you ever think of being loyal to one woman?" Helen mused. 

Steve shook his head as he slowly unzipped his fly. Pulling out his thick, 
rigid penis, he looked at it. 

"I'm loyal to Steve, Jr., " he smiled as he started stroking himself. 

Helen had heard in high school about men who liked to expose themselves and 
have women watch while they jacked off. 

"Why, Steve," she exclaimed nervously, "you're a flasher. That's what you 
are. Why Mr. Martin told us that at the high school sex education class." 

He looked at her and laughed. 

"Did old man Martin pull out his pecker?" he smiled. 

Helen shook her head. 

"No, he didn't," she told him, "but he warned us about men who would. I'm 
afraid I must go now." 

Steve looked at her lustfully and smiled. 

"If you'd put your hand on it," he said in a soft, erotic voice, "I wouldn't 
have to jack myself off. Beating my meat is no fun. Solitary sex never is." 

Helen had to admit that probably was the truth. But she didn't want to give 
Steve any wrong impressions. 

"Steve," she said nervously, "I'd like to talk to you about something." 

Steve listened carefully as he reached in, pulled out his balls and 
continued jacking off. 

"I'm all ears," he told her. . 

Shaking her head, Helen told him frankly, "I would have to say you are all 
cock." 

That pleased Steve. 

"It is long enough, isn't it?" he smiled proudly. 

"Yes, I'd say it is," she told him, "and I think it might be difficult for 
any woman to accommodate all of that penis of yours." 

Steve smiled and agreed. 

"That's why I never made a fuss if any of the chicks I dated wanted to pull 
on it. Some of them said it would be easier that way." 

Helen agreed. 

"Would you do me the big courtesy of jacking me off?" he smiled anxiously. 

Helen thought it over for a long moment. 

"I suppose it wouldn't be doing anything wrong exactly," she said as she 
looked down shyly. 

"You'd be doing a friend a favor," he told her. "Just come over here, babe, 
and why don't you sit close? You can reach over and pull on it. It's a big 
hunk of meat, I'll tell you that." 

The beautiful, young blonde census-taker sat down beside the mulatto 
basketball player. She couldn't bring herself to place her hand on his 
mammoth male member. He helped her out. 

"I'll take care of it," he said as he gently took her hand and placed it on 
his rigid, long manhood. 

Once he had Helen's hand on his throbbing, long penis, he began jerking up 
and down. 

"Pull on it like this," he insisted. "That's how you do it. Just keep 
pulling." 

He pulled up and down on his rigid prick. She got so excited at this point 
she could hardly stand it. 

"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Just like that." 

He was eager now to please her. "Keep pulling," he told her. "Faster. Come 
on, babe, faster." 

Helen thought he was asking a lot. It wasn't easy to pull all of that rigid 
prick meat at the tempo he was insisting upon. 

"I'm not an experienced jacker-off," she complained. 

"I'm trying to teach you," he insisted. 

Helen hoped that she would be a good student. 

Grasping his thick, rigid dick meat, she began slowly stroking him. 

"Oh, that's so nice," he said in a soft, coaxing, caressing voice as she 
pulled rhythmically on his thick dick meat. 

He spread his legs wide and began pumping back and forth. As she saw his 
pelvis pump, she imagined how stimulating it would be to clasp his bare ass 
cheeks and take all that cock meat in her mouth. 

"You want it?" he asked, observing how hot she seemed to be getting for him. 

"I guess so," she replied hesitantly. 

It pleased him that she seemed so shy and timid. If there was one thing that 
got him disgusted, it was when a woman was too aggressive. He could never 
forget the chick he picked up one time when she was hitchhiking who said she 
would suck ass, lick cock and do anything for a price. She was such a crude 
number that he felt like shoving her out of the car. She also had a 
high-priced scale for each act. 

As Helen continued pulling on his manhood, she observed the tip of his cock 
was oozing crystal cum droplets. 

"Suck my prick," he told her. 

Helen clasped his long, thick, penis shaft. 

"Suck it," he told her. "Go ahead, suck my cock." 

Gripping his long, throbbing penis, she began sucking hungrily. 

"Yes," he exclaimed excitedly, "that's what I want you to do. Now you're 
sucking. Come on, cock eater, suck it off." 

Her mouth slipped down over his long, hard shaft. 

"Ohhh, wow!" he exclaimed as he watched Helen sucking on his thick prick. 
"Eat it. That's the way. Suck my dick off. Come on, baby, show me what a 
good cock licker you are." 

Helen tried to give him the best cock suck she knew how. But before she 
could get his juices, he told her to pull off. She looked at him with a sad 
expression. Perhaps she wasn't giving him a good blow job. 

"We both would enjoy this a lot more in my bedroom," he told her. "I've got 
it all set up for sex." 

Helen nodded. She couldn't find the words to express her sexual feelings. 

"All right," she agreed. 

She took off all of her clothes and stretched out in the middle of his 
king-size water bed. He turned on some colored lights and let his stereo 
blast away. 

"I like to fuck to rock music," he explained. 

He lay there on his stomach, once he'd removed all of his clothes. Helen lay 
beside him as he explained what he would enjoy. 

"Did you ever hear of a good old-fashioned tit massage?" he asked her. 

Helen shook her head. 

"It's a wild way to make it," he told her. "Why don't you just use some oil? 
I'll get you some. You apply it to your lovely bosoms. Then you let your 
tits slide all over my back. I roll over and you massage them all over the 
front of me. After that, you give me an ass suck. Following that, baby, I'll 
let you lick my balls and tongue fuck my ass-hole. At the same time you grab 
my prick. It's what is called a rim job and a jerk job. It's a very 
effective way to get turned on." 

Helen figured she would satisfy his carnal appetites in this erotic manner. 

First he gave her the oil. She applied it generously to her bosoms. Then she 
straddled his back. She let her breasts sway over his back, working down to 
his bare buttocks. She swung her breasts over his ass cheeks. He loved the 
stimulating sensation of her boobs sliding back and forth across him. 

"Yes," he told her, "that's the way I like it. Now you're doing it." 

The delicious thrills that tingled through his body had him completely 
turned on. 

"Ohhh, baby," he told her excitedly, "come on. Play with me." 

He enjoyed the way her bosoms crushed down on his smooth, brown ass cheeks. 

"Why don't you slide down to my feet?" he suggested. 

She let her breasts slip from his buttocks down to his thighs. She worked 
her way past his calves to his feet. She pressed her beautiful breasts 
across his soles. 

Then he rolled over. Helen started at his feet and worked her way up. When 
she came to his chest, he loved it. 

"It feels best there," he told her as she swung her bosoms vigorously back 
and forth across his hard chest. 

"Now I would like you to flip your tits at my face. Let me lick the 
nipples." 

His tongue swung out. He licked at her nipples. Soon he was sucking on her 
breasts wildly. She loved the sensation of his mouth grabbing at her 
beautiful bosoms and nipples. 

Finally he told her to get down around his ass again. Propping his buttocks 
up on pillows, he spread his legs wide. 

"Slide your tits over my balls," he suggested. 

"As Helen's slippery bosoms caressed his swelling balls, he got more excited 
than ever. 

"Now use your tongue down there," he said. 

He could watch in the mirror as she let her tongue caress his ass cheeks and 
lick along his ass crease. She was doing it magnificently. 

"Suck my ass out," he insisted. 

Helen's tongue slipped up his tight anal passage. He loved the erotic 
arousal she was generating with this action. 

The stimulating sensations that had been generated now were driving him out 
of his mind. 

"Suck my ass-hole," he demanded, "and massage my nuts at the same time." 

Helen's finger tips gently caressed and massaged his swelling balls as she 
tongue fucked his behind. 

"Now grab my prick," he told her, "and jack-off while you rim my butt." 

Helen's hot tongue continued lashing and licking and sliding in his ass-hole 
while her hand gratefully gripped his pecker. Pulling on his penis while she 
tongue fucked his ass-hole had his balls tingling and vibrating with erotic 
excitement. 

"Yes,yes," he exclaimed eagerly, "I love it." 

Helen was obviously giving him fantastic pleasure now. She kept her eyes 
open as her tongue swung up his hot, tight ass-hole. And her hand went on 
gripping his throbbing, long penis. She pulled his rigid prick with all of 
her force and might. 

"Ohhh, wow!" he told her. "Now you're doing it. That's the way. Grab it. 
Pull on it." 

Pulling on his rigid, hard cock she got him so horny he knew that he would 
be shooting his wad shortly. He didn't want her to neglect sucking his 
balls. 

"Open your mouth," he whispered enticingly, "and slide my balls inside." 

Helen held her eyes open as she pulled on his throbbing pecker, which seemed 
to be enlarging with every upswing of her hand. Her tongue caressed his 
testicles as he let them slide inside her mouth. 

 "Ohhh," he groaned in a frenzy, "does that ever feel good. Keep that up." 

She went on nursing his balls in her mouth as she pulled rhythmically on his 
rigid, long penis. He was beside himself with erotic joy now. 

"Slip your mouth over my prick," he told her, "and suck it. Suck it good." 

Easing her mouth over his shaft, she sucked hard. 

"Wow!" he panted as he pumped it in her. "That's the way, baby. Suck my dick 
meat. Suck it." 

With hard, driving cock stabs he jabbed it down her throat. Helen thought 
she would choke with all of that cock meat. 

"Eat it," he exclaimed excitedly. "Suck, baby, suck. 

That's how I want it. Suck it off." 

His hot, throbbing cock exploded in her mouth. She gobbled hungrily and 
swallowed his thick, creamy cum load. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

When Helen pulled her mouth off his pecker, he grinned down at her. 

"Turn-about time," he told her. "Let me lick your snatch." 

Helen rolled over. He went to the kitchen and came back with some blueberry 
jelly. 

"I'm going to get you ready for sucking," he told her as he insisted she 
part her pussy lips and hold them open while he spoon fed her vagina the 
blueberry jelly. 

When he had her ready, he placed her ass cheeks on a pillow. Slipping a 
towel under her buttocks, he went to work with his mouth. Burying his head 
between her thighs he. started tongue fucking her vagina. She loved the 
stimulating sensation of his tongue flipping back and forth across her love 
button. 

"Ohhh, Steve," the census-taker moaned in an erotic frenzy, as she felt his 
hot breath down there. 

His wonderful, loud such sounds had her totally turned on. 

"Eat me," she begged feverishly. "Ohhh, suck my snatch. I love it. Just like 
that. Now you're doing it." 

The thrilling moment of pleasure had arrived. 

"Eat it," she exclaimed. "Ohhh, Steve, I'm cuming." 

Pressing her hot, slippery, moist thighs against Steve's cheeks, she pumped 
forward. He brought her to multiple orgasms. He sucked her hungrily, 
enjoying every delicious drop of her pussy juice and the blueberry jelly. 

Once Steve had finished sucking her crotch off, he asked her a question that 
she could easily answer. 

"Has anybody ever sodomized you?" 

She nodded proudly. 

"Sure," she informed him. "It felt good, too." 

Steve looked at his prick. He had a hard-on and he wondered if she would 
accept his penis up her ass-hole. 

"Do you think you could handle all that dick meat up your butt, baby?" he 
winked. 

She thought a long moment. 

"Yes, yes, I could," she assured him. 

Steve went into the kitchen. He brought back some margarine. 

"I am going to get it greasy," he told her, "so it won't hurt you when I 
fuck your ass-hole." 

Helen couldn't help comment on what a thoughtful man he was. 

"Not every sodomist would think of that," she admitted. 

It bothered him that she was so glib in talking about everything every other 
man had done to her. 

"Why just this morning," she explained, "one man who wanted to sodomize me 
simply used his spit. I don't think that's very nice, Steve, do you?" 

Steve shook his head, but warned Helen about her talking too much. 

"I hope the minute you leave my place," he told her, "you don't run around 
telling everybody that the big basketball star, Steve Malone, screwed your 
ass-hole." 

Helen confessed that perhaps she had talked too much. 

"I'm sorry," she apologized quickly. "I didn't mean to say anything I 
shouldn't." 

Steve explained that people didn't understand sex as they did. 

"You and I enjoy screwing," he explained casually, "and we can discuss it 
frankly. But a lot of people are uptight about it. Ass fucking is considered 
a bit perverse, so to speak." 

Innocently Helen looked up at him now. 

"Steve, is sodomy a sin?" 

Steve shook his head quickly. 

"I should say not. If a guy doesn't force a girl to do it and she wants him 
to stick his prick up her ass-hole, it's no sin." 

Thinking it over a second, Helen agreed. 

"What you say makes a lot of sense, Steve. There's nothing wrong about us 
enjoying our bodies." 

It pleased Steve that she was so cooperative. 

"What position is it best for me to get in?" 

"Frankly, I like to do it on the floor, dog style," Steve confessed. 

"Certainly," she said agreeably. 

Going over to the floor-length, sliding mirrors, she got on all fours. Steve 
promptly got behind her. She bent over all the way so only her ass cheeks 
were upraised for his penis plunge. 

Gripping her buttocks firmly, he lunged forward. She could feel his rigid 
manhood slipping up her tight, hot ass-hole. 

"Fuck," he exclaimed excitedly. "Fuck." 

Riding in smoothly, he really enjoyed it. 

"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's the way to do it. I love it when you 
screw me like that. Keep fucking me." 

Rhythmically riding in her ass-hole, he fucked her hard. 

"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Now you're fucking. Come on, baby, 
screw it." 

With precise, hard cock stabs he assaulted her ass. She kept her beautiful 
buttocks twisting as the handsome, smooth-skinned, mulatto, basketball 
player sodomized her. Watching in the mirror provided a measure of pleasure. 
She could see Steve's rigid hunk of man meat pull out and shove back. It 
glistened with its greasy substance. 

"Fuck it," he told her. "Buck back to me, baby." 

She shoved back. It felt good to have him ramming in deep. As his 
penetrating cock stabs continued, she accelerated her ass-twisting 
movements. 

"I want it," she cried out anxiously. "Screw me. Fuck me hard." 

He was diving in her now with hard, deep strokes. "Ohhh, baby," he told her, 
"now you're getting it. Buck up to me. Fuck, fuck." 

The delicious thrills that flashed through her body as his thick, long penis 
plunged up her ass-hole had her going out of her mind with erotic frenzy. 

"Ohhh," she groaned as the thrilling pleasure accelerated. 

Ramming it in with deep hard strokes, he continued stimulating her. 

"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "you really have a tight ass-hole. Fuck it. 
Fuck." 

The delicious thrills that tingled through her body had him completely 
turned on, too. For he could see by the way she wiggled her ass that she 
enjoyed it. 

"Finger fuck my pussy, Steve," she suggested. 

Steve wasted no time. Slipping his hand underneath her, he began finger 
fucking her clit. She responded to his finger pressure. Helen pumped back in 
rhythm to his finger stabs. 

"I can guide your body," he told her. "You're so responsive." 

It pleased her that he could be so completely turned on. She wanted to do 
everything in her power to give him the best fuck she knew how. 

"Ohhh, baby," he told her excitedly, "not you're doing it. I love it when 
you screw me like that. Keep fucking me. Faster." 

Steve continued jabbing his penis in her. He loved the thrilling way that 
she was supplying him with pleasure. 

"Keep your tail twisting, babe," he told her. "I love it when you screw me 
like that. Shove it to me." He was getting more aroused as she cooperated. 

With her tail twisting and his cock slipping up her butt, he felt as though 
he was ready to explode in her ass any moment. His heavy balls swung against 
her rubbery ass cheeks as he rammed in with savage, hard force. Even though 
it was partially painful, she enjoyed it. She was discovering pleasure in 
the pain of being sodomized. 

"Up your ass-hole," Steve gasped as he rode in all the way and exploded his 
load. 

He didn't stop fucking her. He shoved in and out now with hotter rhythm than 
ever. Faster and faster he was gliding in her. 

"I'll get my rocks off again," he told her. "It really felt fantastic. Ohhh, 
baby, you're beautiful. Fuck it." 

He was giving it to her with all of his might. 

"Yes, yes," he cried out intensely, "I love it. Baby, shove it." 

She was cooperating now, skillfully. 

"Ohhh, wow!" she exclaimed. "I love it when you fuck me like that. Yes, 
baby, yes. I can't get enough of it." 

The delicious thrills that tingled through his body as he rammed it up her 
hot, tight ass indicated how much fun he was having in her. 

Finally he finished sodomizing her ass-hole and pulled out. 

Looking at the clock on the night stand, the census-taker realized she had 
better move along. She wouldn't have any work done if she constantly was 
going to bed with the people she was interviewing. 

Hastily Helen took a shower and got dressed. Then she was back on the 
street. The evening shadows were starting to fall as she went to her last 
house at a quarter past five. 

She worked a little longer as she realized she had wasted a lot of time. She 
had to rush from one house to the next to make up for the houses that she 
had neglected when she was carrying on with her newfound lovers. 

In the very last house she came across a middle-aged man who seemed to be 
moping about. 

"Why do you look so sad?" she asked him as she was about to leave. 

Allan Pearson looked at her and wondered if he could confide the terrible 
truth about his traumas. 

"I don't know whether I should tell you or not, young lady," he said. 

"You can trust me," she smiled innocently. 

"All right, I'll tell you," he explained. "I'm an impotent man. My wife 
divorced me." 

That did seem awful to Helen. 

"How thoughtless of her," Helen shook her head. 

"Yes," he explained. "She went to one of those female masturbation circles. 
They meet once a week. She claimed my climaxes weren't as good as her 
finger. Can you imagine how I feel?" 

Remembering vividly what she'd heard in her high school sex education class, 
Helen told him what his problem was. 

"You have been made psychologically impotent by a thoughtless wife," she 
told him. "How stupid of her. If she had been at all compassionate, you 
could have been helped." 

"Do you really think so?" he asked her anxiously. 

"I'm certain of that," she replied. 

"Would you...prove it?" he asked, with a suggestive tone in his voice. 

"I don't know exactly what you mean," she told him. 

"Come over here," he explained, "and I will tell you." 

She went over to where he was sitting on the sofa. 

"Now don't be afraid," he told her. "I'm not gonna rape you. I couldn't if I 
wanted to." 

As Helen listened to him, she wondered how he was going to resolve his 
dilemma. Soon he unzipped his fly and pulled out a limpid cock. 

"Isn't it disgusting?" he shook his head. 

"Well, it isn't exactly inspiring," Helen admitted. 

"No," Allan shook his head gravely, "I'm afraid it doesn't inspire any woman 
to go to bed with me. I wish it would, too. I'm so hot and horny that I just 
can't get it up." 

As Helen looked at him sitting there with such sadness written across his 
face, she felt compelled to be of assistance. 

"I would be more than happy to give you a hand job," she told him. 

His eyes blazed with erotic delight, contemplating the fact that she would 
be so kind and considerate as to extend to him a helping hand. 

"How beautiful of you," he told her. 

Helen insisted that he not think of her as a saint. 

"I just think it's human," she told him, "for one being to help another. You 
have a problem. Namely, your pecker doesn't come up." 

Allan nodded affirmatively. 

"That's true," he told her. "That's very true. I've been pulling on it all 
morning and getting nowhere." 

Helen thought it best that he close the door. 

"We don't want nosy neighbors to see what's happening," she told him, 
"because this is a very unique situation. Of course, I would be fired as a 
census-taker if anyone discovered I was doing something like this." 

Nodding he assured her he would never reveal to anyone their secrets. 

"It's just as embarrassing for me as it is for you," he told her. 

He went into the dining room and brought back a table napkin. 

"I will just place this napkin on my lap in case we have any luck," he told 
her. 

Helen told him that was a sign of positive thinking on his part. 

"You're expecting the best," she told him, "but you don't have to worry 
about the napkin. I can give a very good blow job if I ever get it hard." 

His eyes glistened with excitement and gratitude. 

"How thoughtful of you to suggest a blow job," he told her. "My wife Myrtle 
would never think of such a thing." 

Helen nodded understandingly. 

"Myrtle was more concerned with her crotch than she was with your cock," she 
said as she sat down and reached for his limp penis. 

Helen started off with a very positive feeling. 

However, half an hour later when it was still limp, she was disappointed. 

"You see," Allan told her, "you're not getting anywhere. I just don't know 
what to do." 

Helen hated to go down on him when it was limp. She thought it would be like 
having so much mush in her mouth. Looking at it closely, however, she 
decided she would reconsider her feelings concerning cock eating when it was 
limp. 

"Perhaps," she reasoned, "I could help you. Maybe if I would slip my mouth 
over it, I would get it up." 

Allan Pearson's eyes glistened with desire now. 

"Try it, try it," he told her. "One time I hired a prostitute in a massage 
parlor to suck me. But she did such a bad job I didn't enjoy it. She wore a 
diaphragm in her mouth." 

"I didn't bring any diaphragms along to put in my mouth to give you a blow 
job," she assured him. "You will get it just as nature intended it." 

To prove her point she bent over and pulled his throbbing male member into 
her mouth and started sucking slowly on it. 

"Yes, yes," he begged her intensely, "that feels fantastic. Keep it up. 
Ohhh, you're wonderful at it. I love it. Just like that." 

He was shoving it into her now with hard, rigid force. 

"Keep sucking me," he insisted. "Try it." 

It was coming up. Helen was pleased. Her hopes built as his penis began 
swelling in size. However, suddenly he began going soft again. 

"What happened?" she complained as she pulled off him. 

"You tell me," he said sadly. "I have no idea. It was coming along so nicely 
and then..." 

Helen nodded sadly. 

"And then nothing. It's awful." 

Nevertheless, Helen felt it her compelling duty to continue assisting him. 
Bending over she gripped his rigid manhood and began working up and down it. 
Strangely, it got hard. But just as soon as it got hard, it got soft. It was 
an awful case. Pulling her mouth off his limpid cock now, she complained. 

"This is getting tiresome. Nothing is happening. I thought you were gonna 
feed me something." 

Allan Pearson's eyes lit up. 

"You mean, you would actually swallow the stuff?" he asked. 

Nodding, she asked him if Myrtle ever had. 

"Myrtle would never consider it," he told her. "She was a bad woman. She 
said some terrible things about my natural desires." 

"What do you mean, Allan?" Helen asked innocently. 

"She said I was a pervert for asking her to go down on me." 

Helen had to admit that was dreadful. 

"Apparently, she hasn't been informed of what's happening. Read any of the 
sexual statistics and it proves pussy eating and cock sucking are extremely 
popular." 

At that point he was starting to get horny. 

"You'd better wrap your mouth around it quick," he told her. "It's coming up 
again." 

Hastily she slipped her mouth around him. She was trying desperately now to 
give him what he wanted. 

"Beautiful," he exclaimed excitedly. "Ohhh, I love it when you get down on 
it." 

He was thrusting it into her with deep, hard strokes. She was trying her 
best to take it all in. 

"Oh, wow!" he exclaimed in a passionate frenzy. 

"You're doing it just fine. Keep it up. That's the way I like it." 

She was trying to do her very best to give him every kick she could. 

"Suck it," he insisted. "That's what I want." 

Helen was pleased with what was happening. His throbbing penis was jabbing 
in her mouth at an even, rhythmic tempo that indicated he was ready to cum. 

"Eat me, eat me," he cried anxiously. 

Helen was happy to accommodate him. She was sucking on his throbbing male 
member now. 

"Eat it," he gasped in a frenzy, "suck me off." 

She was determined to give him a hot cock suck. And it wasn't long before 
Allan Pearson finally got his rocks off in her mouth. His hot, sweet sperm 
tasted good to her. She sucked all of it out of him. 

When she had finished giving him a hot blow job, she eased off his manhood. 

"Now I've got to have you," he told her. "I'm a real good pussy eater. 
Myrtle never did appreciate my tongue jobs." 

Helen was so heady with her success that she wanted to give him anything 
now. 

"All right, Allan," she said coyly, "but you mustn't get any wrong ideas 
about me, I usually don't get this friendly, this fast." 

Allan assured her that it didn't matter. 

"You're of good character," he told her. "I can see that. I know you don't 
jump into bed with every man. There was something that I felt the moment you 
came in that door." 

Helen was pleased that he sensed that she possessed sterling qualities of 
moral goodness. Going into the bedroom they both undressed, As soon as he 
threw back the bedspread, he propped up her buttocks on pillows. Then he 
buried his face between her crotch and went to work lapping her up. 

She appreciated the marvelous way his tongue could slip and slide along her. 

"Ohhh, wow!" she exclaimed passionately. "I love it when you do that. Keep 
it up." 

His hot tongue pumped in her pussy. He licked her hungrily. Reaching down 
Helen let her hands wander through his hair. 

"Eat my box," she exclaimed anxiously. "Suck me, suck me." 

The thrilling pleasure that she felt at this point had her going out of her 
mind. 

"Eat me, eat me," she cried ecstatically. "Suck my pussy. Eat my ass-hole." 

This was something different. Myrtle had never even suggested such a thing. 
Allan Pearson pulled his tongue out of her pussy. He flipped it back to her 
ass crack. Licking generously back and forth across her buttocks, he finally 
let his tongue stiffen and he stabbed it right up her tight ass-hole. 

"Ohhh," she groaned in a frenzy, "that's what I like. Do it. Right up my 
ass." 

To his amazement, Allan Pearson felt his penis stiffen again. Wild things 
such as sodomy began flashing in his mind. But first he knew he had to eat 
her. Pressing his hot lips against her crotch once again, he began sucking 
hungrily. 

"Ohhh, Allan," she exclaimed as the waves of erotic pleasure surged over 
her, "suck my box, baby. That's what I want you to do, love. Do me." 

In no time at all, he was hungrily lapping away at her juicy vagina. The 
erotic fires that burned in her crotch erupted in an orgasm. He ate her 
hungrily and gratefully. 

As he withdrew his tongue from her womanhood, he looked up at her with a 
guilty expression. "Weren't you pleased, Allan?" she smiled. Allan nodded 
shyly. "What is it?" 

Allan got to his feet and showed her his throbbing manhood. Her eyes 
indicated how pleased she was with the fact that he had another hard-on. 

"That's wonderful," she told him. "Ohhh, Allan, you're such a success." 

"Yes," he confessed, "I guess I'm a success. But there's still something I 
want so bad." 

"Whatever is it, Allan?" she smiled. 

"Could I dare to presume that you might make room in your ass-hole for me?" 

Helen felt like an old pro at sodomy. 

"Of course, Allan," she told him frankly. "That would be a real test for 
you. I don't know whether you could keep it hard enough to get up there." 

Allan felt able to meet the challenge. His ego had been bolstered by what 
Helen had done for him. 

"I'll make it," he assured her. "Just spread your legs, baby." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Helen's days were always interesting; however, she recognized she had to 
confine her sexual activity. Yet when she saw a man who appealed to her, she 
felt no reason to take it easy. She figured she had every right for sex. 

She was particularly interested one afternoon in a high school teenage boy 
who talked to her openly about sexual freedom. 

"Basil," she said, looking at the blue-eyed German boy, "we do have sexual 
freedom in America. Of course, you have to wait until you're eighteen." 

Basil shook his head grimly. 

"All the girls at school have been screwed," he told her. "That's silly." 

Helen wanted to recognize the moral propriety in not involving herself with 
a teenager. 

"I imagine you would like to do it with me," she told him. 

Looking at her, the young boy nodded. "I'm ready to go," he assured her. 

Helen shook her head sadly. "So am I, Basil," she confirmed, "but it just 
wouldn't be proper. I couldn't." Basil was upset. 

"It isn't that I haven't had sex," he assured her. "I have. But there are 
some things I haven't had." 

This made her curious to know what he meant. 

"Exactly what haven't you had, Basil?" she asked him curiously. 

The blond, young, teenage boy hesitated before he replied. 

"All right, because you asked," he explained, "I'll tell you. I've been 
waiting to have a blow job. I'd like to get my cock sucked off." 

Helen threw her head back and laughed. 

"You mean, not one of those young, sweet things at school has let you have a 
blow job?" 

Basil shook his head in disdain and disgust. 

"They'll let me eat their cunts," he assured her, "and I can stick it in 
their pussies. But I'll be damned if they'll let me have a blow job or 
sodomize them." 

Helen tried to explain why to him. 

"You will have to wait," she told him. "They're too young. They will try a 
variety of sexual things when they're older. So be patient." 

Basil admitted that he didn't have much patience anymore. 

"When I look at someone like you," he said nervously, "I get hot to fuck. 
Would you give me a blow job?" 

Helen looked about nervously. 

"I'm census-taker," she shook her head. "I'm not the harlot of the 
highways." 

Basil was amused by the way she put it. 

"You're not a harlot if you want to have sex with me," he told her. "I mean, 
you're not gonna charge me anything. I don't have any money if you did want 
to charge me." 

Helen assured the handsome, young stud that was not her interest. 

"It'll be a couple hours before my mom and dad get home from work," he told 
her. "Why don't you and I go up to my bedroom? That would really make me 
feel fine." 

Helen declined graciously. 

"That's awfully nice of you to invite me up to see your room," she told 
Basil, "but I'm afraid you might try something." 

Nodding he assured her he would. 

"And why shouldn't I?" he insisted. "A guy has to have a little fun." 

Finally Helen thought she would compromise her principles. 

"I suppose I could just go up and look at your room," she told him. 

In her heart, Helen knew she was just as eager to carry on with Basil as he 
was with her. 

Once in his room, with the door locked and bolted, he began undressing. 

"Oh, I didn't say you could undress before me," she told him frankly. 

Basil only laughed as he stripped. 

"Helen, honey," she said casually, "you wouldn't have come up to my bedroom 
if you weren't interested in having sex." 

Helen knew that was true, but she could hardly bring herself to the reality 
of this fact. Finally she started undressing when he was down to his cotton 
shorts. She could tell by his bulging crotch just how horny he was to go to 
bed with her. 

Slowly he eased out of his clothes. As she looked at his long, thick prick, 
she got horny and hot for him. 

"You're a man," she said. "You really are. You're well hung." 

Basil didn't know what she was talking about. 

"What does well-hung mean?" 

Helen explained as best she could. 

"It simply means that you have a large cock and big balls. That's all." 

Basil was pleased that she considered him mature sexually. 

"I can really give you a good time with my cock," he assured her. "That is, 
if you will let me." 

She was more than willing to cooperate with him. Once she had stripped, she 
went over to the bed. The moment Basil saw her beautiful bosoms, he knew 
what he wanted to do. 

"Let me suck on your tits," he told her. 

He was eager to suck on her well-shaped bosoms. 

"Ohhh, baby," she smiled at him, "come over here and love me." 

She loved the way he nursed at her bosoms like a baby. He sucked on first 
one breast, and then the other. 

His hand reached down to fondle her crotch. She enjoyed the sensation of his 
fingers playing around her pussy. 

Inserting two fingers in her vagina, he flipped them across her clit. The 
stimulating, erotic sensations that were being generated in her vagina, 
aroused her enormously. 

"Love me, love me," she cried earnestly. 

The thrilling, erotic sensations that were spinning through her body now as 
he sucked her tits and fingered her crotch, had her ready for a pussy-eating 
job. Basil felt this way about it, too. He knew her mound was moist and he 
was anxious to slip his tongue inside of her. 

"Eat my pussy," Helen panted. 

He was so hot and horny that he took no time to get down between her legs. 
She raised her legs and pressed her hot, moist thighs against his cheeks. He 
eyed her closely as he let his tongue slip in her slit. Flicking it back and 
forth across her love button, he held her ass cheeks firmly. 

"Eat my box," she cried passionately. "Lick me, lover. I want it." 

The tantalizing, erotic pleasure that she felt at this moment had her 
begging for more. 

"Ohhh, lover," she gasped, "suck my pussy." 

Throwing her legs over his shoulders, she pumped forward. His tongue swung 
into action. 

"Yes, yes, just like that," she gasped as the erotic waves flooded her 
being. 

Her young lover knew how to please her. One moment his hot hands would be 
occupied clasping her firm ass globes. The next moment he'd be reaching for 
her well-shaped bosoms. He liked to pinch the nipples until she howled. 

"Eat me, eat me," she cried as she energetically and vigorously fucked his 
face with her pussy. 

It didn't take much of this before she was juicing. 

"Suck me, suck me," she cried passionately. 

Basil was only too happy to accommodate her. Lustfully he let his tongue 
slip into her. 

"Ohhh, eat me, eat me," she cried as the young boy ate her flowing pussy 
juices freely. 

He smacked his lips and made obscene, lewd sounds as he finished eating her 
box. 

All of this pleased and thrilled and stimulated Helen. 

At this point he was eager for her to suck off his cock. And she was just as 
eager to explore his young body. She was certain that there were many acts 
that he had never considered, that she could introduce him to. 

"Basil, baby," Helen smiled in her most erotic manner, "Have you ever had 
your ass sucked?" A frown creased Basil's forehead. "No, but would you do 
it?" he asked. She smiled. 

"For you, I will," she told him. "Just lie on your back, baby, and let me 
get down there between your legs." 

Basil lay on his back. She got right down there. She was effective in her 
action. Helen's tongue flipped back and forth across his bare ass cheeks. 
The young boy thrilled to the erotic way her tongue slipped around his ass 
crack. First she would kiss and caress and suck, lick and squeeze one ass 
cheek and then the other. He was more aroused than ever before. 

"Slide your tongue right up my ass-hole," he insisted. 

Slipping her tongue generously back and forth across his slippery, smooth 
ass cheeks, she finally stiffened her tongue and rode it right up his 
rectum. That was the way he loved it. Reaching for his penis she began 
vigorously pumping. Basil had never experienced anything quite like it. He 
never dreamed in his wild, sexual fantasies that anybody could ever produce 
such pleasure in his body by sticking their tongue up his butt. But he was 
quickly learning the erotic pleasures involved in ass eating. 

"Tongue fuck my ass-hole," he begged her anxiously. "I love it. Keep your 
tongue slipping up my butt. That's how. Do it." 

She was doing a magnificent job. 

"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "that's the way I want you to do it. Suck. Suck 
my ass-hole." 

She was delighted to give him what he needed. 

"All the way up my butt," he begged frantically. 

Her tongue continued sliding up his tight anal passage. And then as she 
noticed his quivering balls, she figured it was time to suck them, too. 
Slipping Basil's big, swelling testicles in her mouth, she licked and sucked 
them. The young boy shivered with erotic pleasure. 

"Suck my balls," he begged her. "Suck me now. I'm ready to shoot my wad. Go 
to my prick now and suck me off." 

It was the truth, she could tell. Grabbing his cock firmly, she let her 
tongue gently caress and lick to the tip of his male member. Sliding over 
the head of his shaft she could taste the ooze coming from the tip of his 
male member. 

"Suck me off," he begged her anxiously. "Suck my prick off." 

He was working hard now, enjoying it. He was reaching down and grabbing her 
head, guiding her over his thick, long penis. 

"Suck me off," he begged her feverishly. "Suck my cock off." 

He held her firmly as he let his penis slip down her throat. Helen wondered 
how much of this she could take. 

"Ohhh, baby," he panted as he pumped it to her, "now you're doing it. Just 
like that. Suck me off." 

He held her firmly as he shot his wad in her mouth. His creamy, thick, fresh 
cum tasted delicious to her. It was obvious he was a virile, young stud. She 
had never sucked off a boy this age before. 

"Eat my pecker," he panted. "Suck it. Get every drop of it. Get the juice." 

She sucked his juicy, hard, long cock head as he finished spurting his sperm 
load. Sliding off his penis she licked her lips appreciatively. 

"What does it taste like?" the young, teenage boy asked the census-taker 
curiously. 

"It's sweet," she told him. "It tastes like liquid sugar." 

It pleased Basil that she enjoyed licking him so much. He was fascinated now 
with her entire body. 

"Let me lick your ass-hole," he told her. "You sucked my butt, now I want to 
eat yours out." 

It pleased her when he cooperated. She stretched out on her stomach and he 
got down behind her. In no time at all he was ready to give her a wild ride. 

"Just let me get my face in there," he told her, "and I'll give you a suck 
you won't forget." 

Gripping her ass cheeks, he got his face in there. His tongue flipped along 
her ass crack. Reaching underneath her, he fingered her pussy. She thrilled 
to the stimulating sensation of his tongue slipping up her ass-hole, while 
his finger flipped back and forth across her love button. 

"Ohhh, I've never had anyone do that to me," she told the teenage tongue 
stud. 

It pleased Basil that he was the first to love her like this. 

"Tongue fuck my ass-hole," she insisted. 

Basil let his tongue surge up her ass-hole in a regular rhythmic tempo. 

"Ohhh," she groaned in a frenzy, "I love it. Keep tongue fucking me." 

The delicious thrills that shot through his body now had him going out of 
his mind. He never realized how much pleasure he would derive letting his 
tongue slip up Helen's hot ass. As he invaded her tight anus with his 
tongue, he imagined how stimulating it would be to let his cock slip up her 
ass-hole. But he was afraid to ask her about it. 

"Ohhh, I love it," she gasped excitedly. "Keep it up. Yes, yes." 

The more his tongue invaded her ass-hole, the hornier he became to fuck her 
there. Finally he told her what he wanted to do. 

"I want to ram my prick up your butt. Will you let me?" 

Helen nodded and smiled over her shoulder. That was all the encouragement 
the young stud needed. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

At this moment Helen knew what to expect. She pulled her ass cheeks up. 

"Before you slip it up my ass-hole," she insisted, "use some Vaseline on 
your pecker." 

Basil understood. He went to the bathroom and found some Vaseline. 
Returning, he let her coat his cock with the slippery substance. 

"Oh, that feels so good when you play with my prick," he told her. "I love 
it when you slide your hands back and forth over it." 

It pleased her that he was enjoying this so much. Once his cock was slick, 
she knew that it was ready to stick up her ass. Basil was ready, too. He 
gripped her buttocks and finally forced his hard dick meat between her ass 
cheeks. With a deep, penetrating cock stab he plunged his pecker right up 
her hot, tight ass-hole. 

"Fuck me," he begged her anxiously. "Fuck. Come on, baby, fuck." 

His prick rammed in savagely. 

"Ohhh," he groaned as he felt his cock sliding in her tight ass. "I love it. 
Ooooh, Helen, grind your hips." 

Helen swung her hips from side to side as the young, horny stud kept his 
penis plunging in her ass. Basil reached for her bosoms. He squeezed her 
breasts as he fucked her ass-hole. 

"Stick it in me," she urged him. "I want it. I want every fucking inch of 
it. Screw me." 

His hard, throbbing cock surged up her ass-hole. She thrilled to the 
stimulating, erotic sensation of his penis stabbing up her butt. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried eagerly. 

Basil hammered his prick up her ass. His balls slapped without mercy against 
her bare buttocks as he furiously fucked her. It seemed as if she could 
never get enough now. 

"I want it, I want it," she cried out. "Keep screwing me. Yes, yes." 

The young, hot, teenage boy kept shoving his hard, long dick meat up her 
hot, tight, willing ass-hole. Her hips rocked from side to side as he rammed 
up her butt. 

"Ohhh, baby," he groaned in his erotic frenzy, "screw me. You do the work." 

He quit shoving in her ass-hole. He let her swing her hips in time to her 
own beat. It was wonderful the way he was sliding up her ass. 

"Ohhh, I'm cuming," Basil grunted as he shot his wad in the census-taker's 
ass-hole. 

The teenage boy thrust his cock in her butt a few more times and then 
guiltily eased his limpid cock from her behind. He half apologized for what 
he had done. 

"I hope I didn't hurt you," he shrugged. 

Helen assured him that he hadn't. 

"You'd better not mention it to anyone," she warned him. "They wouldn't 
understand. They might think I molested you. But I know you needed it. And 
you know that, too." 

He agreed. 

"Helen took a fast shower. Then she was ready to go on to the next home. 

At the next house, she found a very interesting man. He told her that he was 
a loner and enjoyed living by himself. 

"I don't see how you can stand it," Helen shrugged. "I would go ape if I was 
all by myself all the time." 

He smiled as he assured her that he never got lonely. 

"But you say you live alone." 

Jeff looked at her in an enticing manner. 

"It's funny, but I always find women who like to go to bed with me. You 
understand?" 

Nodding, she expressed his words for him. 

"What you are then, is a playboy." 

He agreed. 

"You might say that." Helen shook her head. 

"You can't have any lasting, meaningful relationships carrying on the way 
you do. I feel sorry for you." 

Jeff only laughed as he heard her talking this way. 

"Feel sorry for yourself," he told her. "I have a marvelous time. I have a 
little black book. I call it my nooky book." 

Helen told him exactly what she thought of that. 

"You're a dirty, old man. You have no depth of feeling. You're superficial 
and you're much too sensual." 

Jeff wasn't sure what she was saying. 

"Too sensual?" he asked. 

"That means sexy," she explained. 

"Why the fuck didn't you say so in the first place?" he demanded angrily. 

Helen felt rather cheap about her own responses. 

"Maybe I've been too hard on you," she told him. 

Jeff nodded. 

"You see, I have a lot to offer any woman," he told her. "I've got what 
you'd call a repeater peter." 

Having never heard of this before, Helen asked him what he was talking 
about. 

"I mean, I can get it off over and over. That pleases a lot of women. Women 
can cum more times than men, you know." 

Helen smiled. 

"I always thought women did have more than men when it came to sex. You men 
don't have tits." That got him angry. 

"Well, you women don't have cocks," he warned her. "You might say the clit 
is a little cock," Helen insisted. 

"But you don't have balls," he quickly told her. 

"Well, I think I'd rather have tits than balls," she insisted. "They're far 
more beautiful." 

Jeff laughed as he agreed with her. 

"Speaking of tits," he told her, "I sure wish you'd let me look at yours." 

It was not easy for Helen to speak so boldly or bluntly about sex. She still 
had a very shy side to her personality. 

"You would think I was very crude if I did take off my blouse," she told 
him. 

"I would think you were rude if you didn't," he smiled eagerly. 

Helen finally agreed to remove her blouse. When she did she was amazed at 
what happened. For Jeff studied her breasts with such fascination that she 
thought his eyes would fall out. 

"I've never seen such tremendous tits," he told her. "I mean, those are 
museum pieces. They would inspire a painter. A sculptor would go crazy if he 
ever had a chance to save them in marble." 

Helen felt as though she was in the clouds as Jeff continued talking. 

"If my tits turn you on that much," she said casually, "I wonder what my 
pussy would do for you." 

Jeff nodded affirmatively. 

"That's what I've been wondering," he said eagerly. "Why don't you give me a 
chance to see?" 

Helen finally figured she ought to favor him with a view of her naked body. 

"All right," she said, "I suppose from an artistic standpoint, it wouldn't 
be wrong to let you see what I have. You sound so much like an artist." 

"I am in a way," Jeff explained. "I take pictures. Pictures of beautiful 
naked women. Frankly, I'm a tit man. I have my bedroom lined with 
photographs of huge bosoms." 

Jeff listened to her now. 

"You're very fascinating," he told her. "You really are. I've got to see 
more of you and fast." 

She wasted no time in stripping for him. When he caught sight of her 
beautiful legs and her thrilling, exciting, moistening, fur-trimmed 
triangle, he was drooling. 

"You frighten me," she said, noticing his reaction. 

"I frighten myself sometimes," he confessed. "I'm afraid I get turned on too 
much occasionally." 

Before she knew what was happening, he was over on the sofa with her. His 
head was between her legs. 

"Jeff, Jeff," she told him, "stop it. You've gone crazy. Stop it. Take your 
tongue out of my pussy." 

There was no stopping Jeff now. He threw her legs over his shoulders, got 
his tongue down in there and was burrowing in her crotch. 

Instinctively, Helen couldn't help but respond. His magnificent hand grabs 
to her ass cheeks as he let his tongue flip inside of her, had her almost 
climaxing in seconds. 

"You're a sex fiend," she whimpered. "Ohhh, Jeff." 

Even though she had declared he was a sex fiend, he could tell from the way 
she said it, that it amounted to a very good thing. 

"Ohhhh," she groaned in a frenzy, "suck my snatch. Ohhh, Jeff, baby, what a 
tongue. It's like velvet. Ohhh, tongue me, tongue me." 

Jeff's hot tongue continued surging inside of her. She could hardly stand it 
now. 

"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "you're driving me crazy. 

I'm gonna cum. Suck, suck." 

Jeff whipped his tongue every direction inside of her and brought her off. 
As he sucked her juicy vagina, he nibbled her clit. Pulling his tongue out 
of her, he told her how much he enjoyed giving her sex. 

Now he pulled her to his bedroom. 

"I'm never gonna get all of the census reports that I need today," she said 
nervously. "Not if I play around with you." 

Jeff only laughed at her. 

"But we've got so many games we've got to play. Come in here, baby, and 
let's play a few." 

Jeff showed what a creative man he was. 

"I have a lot of things I want you to do for me," he told her. "And you will 
enjoy every one of them." 

She wasn't quite so sure as he was. Helen waited while he went to work. 

"I'm gonna take off all my clothes," he told her, "and let you eat me. But I 
want you to lick whipped cream off my body. That will make it more 
stimulating to me and more delicious for you, too." 

Jeff stretched out and tossed her a whipped cream container. 

"Just press the button," he told her, "and spread it all over my body." 

Grabbing the whipped cream container, she pressed the button. She squeezed 
it all over him. When his body was completely covered with the whipped 
cream, she was ready to lick him. He held his legs up and watched her. She 
began at his feet and licked up to his crotch. Then he enjoyed the way she 
sucked around his ass-hole. 

"Yes, yes," he cried earnestly, "suck my ass-hole. Ohhh, baby, you're 
beautiful." 

Her tongue surged up his ass-hole. Then she licked his whipped-cream balls 
and went on to his cock. Once she got her mouth on his cock, she couldn't 
help sucking. Jeff could tell she was an instinctive cock eater. Her head 
bobbed up and down on his throbbing penis as she sucked hard. 

"Suck my prick," he told her anxiously. "Suck my cock off," 

Grabbing her head, he forced his man meat down her throat. She gulped 
nervously. 

"Eat it," he told her anxiously. "Suck it off." 

It was thrilling to her to see how he was giving her a wild ride. He wanted 
her on the bottom now. Helen rolled over and he straddled her face. He 
lowered his butt directly over her mouth. 

"I want to use your tongue as a slippery slide," he explained. 

She kept her tongue stiff. Sure enough, Jeff pumped his butt up and down on 
her upraised tongue. This really had her aroused. 

"Ohhh," he groaned as the waves of erotic pleasure swept over him, "keep 
doing that for me. I love it." 

He thrilled to her tongue stabs. And then he wanted to let his balls fall in 
her mouth. Swinging his sweaty balls over her nose, he insisted that she 
suck on those, too. She sucked slowly on his testicles, stimulating and 
pleasing him totally. Next he felt her tongue lapping at his prick meat. 
Finally he guided his manhood into her mouth and watched her hungrily 
sucking on him. 

"Suck my cock off," he begged frantically. "Suck it off, baby. That's the 
way you do it. Eat my dick meat. Suck, baby, suck." 

He was thrusting into her with hard, deep jabs. She loved the stimulating 
sensations that were being generated now. 

"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "that's how you do it. Eat it." 

He kept his thick, long penis stabbing in her mouth as his balls swung at 
her chin. 

"Tickle my nuts," Jeff told her. 

Her finger tips flicked across his hairy, swelling balls. 

"That's how," he told her. "Beautiful. Keep it up. Ohhh, baby, I love it 
when you do that." 

Jeff was really excited now. He enjoyed watching his cock slowly sliding in 
and out of her mouth. He liked to see her sensuous lips fasten firmly on his 
sliding, long shaft. 

"Eat my pecker meat," he panted as he pumped it down her throat. "Suck off. 
Suck my prick off." 

He was stabbing it into her mouth with wild abandon. 

"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Just keep sucking. Come on, baby, eat 
my prick meat." 

His hot juices were boiling in his balls. It wasn't going to be much longer 
until his throbbing penis exploded. 

"Suck off," he urged her. "Suck my prick. Ohhh, baby, I'm gonna give you a 
mouthful. I'll flood your face with my juice." 

He kept his word. Jeff exploded his load in her mouth. It flooded her face 
and dripped from the corner of her lips. Quickly she swallowed him. Closing 
her eyes in ecstasy as she finished eating him, she finally pulled off his 
cock. She patted his firm, round buttocks and told him how much she enjoyed 
the taste of him. 

Jeff's eyes ignited with delight as he realized how much pleasure she could 
give him. 

"There are a lot of things we can do, love," he said. 

They had a drink together and then he prepared to stick his prick in her 
pussy. He lowered himself until he was ready to shove his dick meat in her 
mound. With a thrilling, hard thrust, he rammed it in her cunt. Helen's 
vagina muscles grabbed at his stabbing penis. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," he exclaimed eagerly. "Baby, grab it with your pussy. 
Milk it." 

Her vagina muscles had been given enough exercise lately to where they were 
toned and expert at gripping the male member. She pulled and tugged on his 
cock as he fucked her hard. 

"Fuck it, fuck it," he told her excitedly. "Ohhh, baby, screw it." 

It didn't take long before his cock exploded in her pussy. 

"Ohhh," he groaned, "I'm cuming, baby. Fuck me, fuck me." 

His throbbing penis erupted in her vagina. She juiced a second later. It was 
easy sliding now as he rode his cock in and out of her hot, tight, twisting 
pussy. She clasped Jeff's ass cheeks, squeezing and caressing them 
affectionately as he went on thrusting a few more times. Jeff took a 
breather. 

"Let me fix you something to eat," he told her, "and then we'll have another 
go at it." 

After they had something to drink and eat, he was anxious to explore her 
body caverns again. 

"There's one way we haven't made it," he winked, "and that's from behind." 

She was not eager for him to thrust his huge manhood up her ass-hole. She 
was fearful of the consequences. 

"You might tear me with all of that pecker meat," she warned him. Jeff paid 
no attention to her pleas. "Relax," he told her. "I'm not gonna hurt you." 
She shook her head. 

"I don't want to experiment with my ass-hole," she warned him. 

At this point he was applying KY to his cock. 

"Get your ass up here," he demanded. 

He said it with a certain sternness that caused her to respond. She was in 
the middle of the bed now and gently letting her ass cheeks rise up to meet 
his slick dick. 

Grabbing her ass cheeks quickly, he thrust in. Helen could tell that he was 
a man without mercy. His hard, thick dick meat shoved up her ass-hole in a 
deep stab. 

"Fuck your ass," he gasped as he rutted it up her butt. "Fuck, baby, fuck." 

He was driving it in her with hard, deep strokes. She loved the way he was 
riding. There was a certain wonderful rhythm to his lovemaking. 

"Twist it," he told her. "Churn your butt around. Ohhh, baby, you're 
beautiful. Fuck it, fuck it." 

He was cramming his cock up her ass with wild abandon. 

"Baby, you're beautiful," he grunted as he continued thrusting in her ass. 

Clasping her buttocks, he held her in place. He fucked her wildly. She could 
hardly stand it now. 

"Ohhhh," he groaned, "fuck it, fuck it. Keep your ass twisting." 

As he continued thrusting his thick, hard, long cock in her butt, he felt 
her grinding her hips around. Jeff enjoyed a good ass ride. But he knew 
enough not to do it too quickly. He wanted to make the pleasure last as long 
as possible. 

"Ohhh, wow!" he exclaimed excitedly. "I love it just that way. Keep 
screwing. Fuck it, fuck it." 

He was ramming it in without mercy. His balls slapped against her buttocks. 
He had applied some KY to his testicles. That made them slippery as they 
slapped against her ass cheeks. She picked up his rhythm and twisted in time 
to his cock stabs. He appreciated the fact she was cooperating. 

"Wow!" Jeff exclaimed. "It really feels super when you work with me this 
way. Fuck me, baby, fuck me." 

She could feel his chest pressing against her back as he bent over. Jeff was 
sweaty now as he struggled to get his rocks off once more. 

He had saved what he considered the most beautiful sex act for the last. 

"I'm crazy about a good sodomy fuck," he told her. "I love to slip it into a 
girl's tight behind. It's a fabulous fuck. That is, for a girl who can 
appreciate it, too." 

He was speaking of Helen. For Helen was indicating by her instinctive 
responses how much she enjoyed being sodomized. 

"Sock it to me," she urged him. "Let me feel it. More, more." 

That made Jeff happy. It pleased him that she was begging for it. He rammed 
his cock in all the way. With each thrilling thrust, her buttocks bucked 
back to meet his driving cock stabs. 

"Ohhh, baby," he groaned in a frenzy, "you're driving me out of my mind." 

Reaching around, he gripped her firm, ripe bosoms. He squeezed them tightly 
as he continued stabbing his prick up her hot, tight butt. 

"Don't stop now," she told him. "Finger my twat. Slide it in me." 

He bent over her. He slipped his fingers in her pussy. Helen loved the 
arousing sensation of his fingers gliding in her vagina. He rubbed her love 
button gently and then squeezed hard. She juiced. Then he really gunned his 
cock. 

"I'm all revved up," he told her, "and you're gonna get your ass screwed." 

With a thrilling, hard thrust he plunged his pecker in her all the way. His 
slapping balls against her ass cheeks sounded good to her. And then he 
juiced. Helen loved that moment. She squeezed his prick in a vise-like 
manner as he continued gently stabbing. 

He jabbed it in a couple more times and then eased off. He rolled over and 
collapsed. 

"You gave me a good fuck," he smiled. 

"I enjoyed it so much, Jeff. You're all man, baby." 

She reached down and toyed with his sticky prick. "Leave it alone," he told 
her. "Let it relax, too." 

Helen massaged his balls as she told him about her job. 

"You'd be amazed how many lonely men there are in the world. They do need 
companionship and love." Jeff tried to warn her. 

"You can't service all the men in the world. I mean, you're generous, baby, 
but you've only got one cunt." 

Helen had to acknowledge that was true. 

"But I'm doing my bit," she told him. "I'm trying to spread a little cheer 
on life's highway." 

Jeff couldn't help but admire the philosophical way she looked at giving a 
free piece of ass to men she met as she took the census. 

"I've met a lot of census-takers," he confessed, "but I never met one like 
you." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Helen didn't mind taking the census. But her mother became concerned about 
the fact that she was talking so much about sex. 

"Why do you ask me all of those questions?" her mother demanded. 

"But, mom," Helen insisted, "I can't help but be curious. Did you ever give 
daddy a blow job?" 

Arching an eyebrow, her mother shook her head gravely. 

"I'm afraid you're keeping bad company," she told her daughter. 

"No, mom," Helen insisted. "I'm in good hands." 

Just then her father came in. 

"I was in the den watching TV," he told her, "but I couldn't help 
overhearing what you were saying to your mother. I can tell you for a fact 
your mother never gave me one blow job." 

For a moment Helen thought she had her father on her side. But she soon 
learned otherwise. 

"It's a good thing she didn't," he exploded, "because I don't believe in 
that kind of sex. And if I ever hear of you doing anything like that, you're 
gonna be damned sorry." 

She got his point. It really bothered her the way that he was acting. 

"Daddy, don't live in the dark ages," she insisted. "Pussy eating and cock 
sucking are popular today." 

Her mother plugged her ears. 

"Don't say dirty words in this house," her mother exploded as she followed 
her father into the living room. 

She heard them both pouring drinks for themselves. Rushing into the living 
room, Helen let them know what she thought. 

"Both of you live in the past," she said angrily. "You ought to be ashamed 
of yourselves." 

Helen decided she ought to move. Living around such narrow-minded people 
could never bring her happiness. 

She packed her things quickly. She had to make her decision and she did. Her 
decision proved to be a harrowing one, as her mother was not an easy person 
to placate. 

Her mother phoned her at her new apartment and told her, "Come back home, 
honey. We are missing you so much." 

Helen hung up on her. The days that followed she met quite a few men as she 
went from door to door. 

One time she had a surprising experience when a woman who was heavily made 
up and drinking, invited her in. 

"I live alone," the woman told her. "That is, except for Bonaparte." 

At that moment Bonaparte bounded into the living room. 

"What a beautiful animal," Helen observed. 

"Bonaparte ought to be counted in your census," she insisted. "He's actually 
human. We love him so much." 

Nodding, she gulped nervously. 

"Yes, I can see you do," she told her. "Apparently your heart belongs to 
Bonaparte." 

As Terry Gilmore listened to Helen ask the questions for her census, ahe was 
studying her body carefully. 

"Helen, I used to be a model," Terry Gilmore told her, "and I still have a 
lovely body. I was the top fashion model in my time." 

It was obvious her time was long past. 

"Would you like to see what I've done?" she asked. 

Helen had no choice but to say, yes. She recognized Terry Gilmore would be 
vastly disappointed if she said no. Terry took her to her bedroom. She 
showed her a carved marble statue of her fabulous body in her prime. 

"That was me," she observed sadly, "when I looked like you do now. Take off 
your clothes, honey, and let me see what you look like." 

Helen thought it was a bit of an off suggestion. However, she thought 
perhaps Terry Gilmore wanted to compare her body to the beautiful white 
marble sculptor. Stripping, she stood beside the life-size statue. 

"They're almost identical," she observed. "Except you're far more beautiful, 
my dear, if you don't mind my saying so. You're flesh and blood, so real and 
alive. I almost feel as though I could love you physically." 

Helen was nervous now. For Terry reached out and touched the tips of her 
tits. 

"What are you doing, Miss Gilmore?" she questioned her. 

"Admiring you from afar," Terry smiled. 

"Not far enough," Helen observed as her hands reached out to her moist, hot 
crotch. 

"I think you feel something for me, dear," she told her. "I can tell that 
you do." 

It was quite obvious that she was stimulated and excited. 

"Baby, you're beautiful," she told her. "You really are." 

The difficult decisions that were confronting Helen now were driving her 
almost out of her mind. 

"I just bought a new dildo yesterday," Terry Gilmore observed, "and I would 
like very much to use it on you, dear." 

The idea appealed to her. 

"All right," Helen finally agreed. "This should be a new experience. I'm 
always interested in understanding different ways of sex." 

At this erotic moment she stretched out. The lovely lady who was disrobing 
now, proudly displayed her dildo once she had stripped completely. 

"It really gives a good fuck," she told her. "It'll stretch your pussy. I 
use it on my steady girl, Patty. Patty loves to be screwed up the ass-hole, 
too." 

Seeing the size of the pink, plastic pecker, Helen hoped that Terry Gilmore 
wouldn't suggest an ass fuck. That could prove to be dreadful. 

"You're so lovely," she said as she went over to her and began massaging her 
bosoms gently. 

"I wouldn't mind having a fuck," Helen admitted, "but I do feel guilty about 
it. Woman was never intended to have sex with another woman." 

In a husky, low voice Terry Gilmore shook her head and said firmly, "That's 
what you think." 

Stretching out naked now, Helen spread her legs wide. She knew she'd have to 
in order to get all that pink plastic cock inside her pussy. Straddling her, 
Terry swung her rather shriveled tits over her full breasts. 

"Ohhh, baby," she told her, "you're beautiful. Come on, sweetheart, fuck 
me." 

The delicious moment had arrived. Now she was really going to get screwed. 
All at once she felt the fantastic, beautiful woman coming after her. 

"Fuck me," she cried anxiously, "fuck me." 

It didn't take long before Terry was sliding the pink, plastic pecker up 
Helen's pussy. Her pussy muscles grabbed at the sliding, stabbing penis. 

"Right on," Terry Gilmore smiled as she fucked her furiously. 

The two women were sweating and panting as they fucked hard. 

"I love it when you do it like that," she told her. "Ohhh, baby, you're 
beautiful. Fuck me, fuck me." The delicious thrills raced through her body. 

"I can't stand it," Helen panted. "Keep screwing me. Ohhh, baby, I love it. 
Now you're doing it. Fuck me, fuck me." 

As she continued thrusting the plastic cock in her pussy, she got more 
aroused than ever. 

"Yes, yes," she cried out eagerly, "I love to be screwed like this. Keep 
fucking me. Don't ever stop." 

Pressing her lips against Terry's lips, Helen felt a measure of pleasure as 
she orgasmed. 

Once Terry had finished fucking Helen, she pulled the dildo out and wiped it 
off with a tissue. 

"You have to hurry on now," Terry told her. "I give sex education lessons in 
about an hour." 

That stunned and shocked Helen. She couldn't imagine what kind of lessons 
she gave. 

"I have an afternoon ladies masturbation class I conduct," she explained. "I 
use vibrators and teach finger exercises." 

Terry smiled as she watched Helen dressing. 

"Pity you can't stay for the class." 

By the time Helen got to the next home, she was grateful she had gotten out 
of there with her sanity. For Terry Gilmore had some strange ideas. She was 
talking about a barometer she could buy which could tell her when 
earthquakes, fires, floods and famines would hit. She said it was very 
reasonable, just $2.98 and she had seen it advertised in a national weekly 
publication sold in the grocery stores. 

The next man she met proved to be extremely handsome. He was fair-skinned 
with light-brown, curly hair, beautiful blue eyes and a deep sun tan. There 
was a picture of a lovely blonde woman on the mantel. 

As Helen took the census information from him, she asked him if he was 
married. 

"No, but I live with a girl," he explained. "She's out working now." 

For a moment Helen couldn't help but wonder if he worked at all. She didn't 
have to wonder long, because he finally revealed the facts. 

"My wife does the work. She's a lovely girl. Her name is Maria." 

Anthony and Maria Cordova. Helen liked the sound of their names. 

"Why don't you marry her?" Helen asked him. 

"Maybe something better will come along," he explained. "I don't want to tie 
myself down." 

Anthony had a tremendous ego. And judging from his bulging crotch, he also 
had a tremendous cock. 

"Do you think it's wrong to ask a girl to go to bed with you the first time 
you meet her?" Anthony asked her bluntly. 

She shuddered to listen to him talk so bluntly and crudely. 

"Of course, that isn't right." 

"Why now?" he insisted on knowing. "If you feel like fucking her and she 
wants to screw, too, why not?" 

That question of Anthony's posed a puzzle to Helen. Actually, she did feel 
drawn to him. His handsome, broad-shouldered, smooth-skinned body possessed 
great appeal. A combination of the sun tan, the beautiful blue eyes and the 
curly brown hair brought tingles to her own body. 

As Anthony looked at her large bosoms and her lovely trim waist and shapely 
legs, he felt himself tingling with erotic desire. 

"I would love to eat your box," he told her. 

Helen got to her feet. Looking away evasively she said she had to be going. 

"You're gonna miss knowing what it's like to have sex with Anthony Cordova," 
he told her hotly. "And that is something no girl should ever miss." 

"Why is it so much better with you, Anthony?" she asked him point blank. 

Anthony answered her question by pulling out his manhood. He stroked his 
big, long cock and when she saw the tip of it dripping with sperm, she 
realized that he needed sex in a bad way. 

"Doesn't Maria give you enough sex?" 

Shaking his head, Anthony explained why. 

"No one woman could ever give me enough sex. I need two women. Baby, I'm so 
anxious to explain it to you in bed." 

Realizing how horny Anthony was for her, Helen decided she might as well go 
to bed with him. 

Anthony undressed her. Then he told her he wanted her to slip into Maria's 
black lace panties. 

"Why the fuck should I do that?" she demanded. 

"I like to rip them off," he explained. "like I'm raping you. Just the act 
gets me excited and aroused. Do you mind?" 

Helen couldn't recall ever having met anyone like Anthony. Apparently he 
wanted her to go through the dramatics of a pretended rape. 

"If that's your bag," she shook her head, "I guess that's you bag. All 
right, let's try it." 

The black lace panties were slipped on once she had stripped. She went over 
to the bed and stretched out, waiting for him to rape her. Before he would 
lay a hand on her, he put a mask on his face. He wore black leather boots 
and a black mask. There was nothing in between. He came over to where she 
was and pretended she was fighting and struggling. 

He whispered, "Pretend you are fighting me off. That fires me up." 

She could see that it did. All this game playing seemed silly. Nevertheless, 
if that was really what made Anthony click, she figured she'd give it to 
him. 

His body was trembling with erotic desire as he tore off her panties. 

"Ohhhh, you're so beautiful," he told her. "You really are." 

There was no doubt about it. The fire was in his loins. 

"I'm gonna fuck you, baby," he exclaimed anxiously, "and fuck you good." 

He was eager to give her the wildest screw he knew how. 

"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "you're gonna love it." 

He got down there at her crotch. Throwing her legs over his shoulders she 
pumped back to him. Anthony sucked her hungrily. 

His fingers worked on her bosoms while he sucked her with feeling and force. 
When she juiced, he figured it was time to stick his prick in her pussy. He 
straddled her now and guided his rigid cock into place. Pumping it to her 
with deep, hard strokes, he fucked her furiously. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," he begged. 

She cooperated by throwing her legs over his and shoving back with all of 
her might. 

"You're on," he told her. "Ohhh, baby, you're beautiful. That's the way I 
want you to do it. Fuck it." 

He pumped in with sturdy, hard strokes. She loved it. 

"Yes, yes," Anthony gasped as he shoved his pecker deep in her pussy. 

Her hot hands clasped Anthony's suntanned, bare buttocks. She squeezed his 
curving ass cheeks and fondly let her fingers slide up his ass crack. Using 
her index finger effectively, she pumped it up his tight, hot anus, Anthony 
loved having her to do so much to him. 

"Screw me," he begged frantically. "That's what I want. Ohhh, baby, now 
you're fucking. Fuck me, fuck me. 

With powerful cock stabs he continued thrilling her. 

"Ohhh, wow!" she exclaimed in a frenzy. "I love it when you fuck me like 
this." 

Her body saw trembling with a passionate lust for him. she wanted to feel 
his penis unloading in her. At this point she couldn't get enough of Anthony 
Cordova's cock. 

He rutted in her a few more times and then unloaded. 

"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "now you're fucking. Fuck, fuck." 

Rhythmically and rapidly he rode into her. "Come on," he told her, "now 
you're fucking. Beautiful." 

The delicious thrills that tingled through her body had her totally turned 
on. She was shoving back in rhythm to his cock jabs. She was juicing now and 
he was ready to unload. His jay hung slack and his glazed eyes indicated to 
her how aroused he had become. 

"I want it, I want it," she cried out eagerly. "Screw me. 

Finally his cock exploded. As his hot juices shot in her pussy, she begged 
for more. 

"I can't get enough of you," she told him. "Ohhh, baby, you're fantastic." 

The stimulating sexual encounter had her fully aroused now. 

"Ohhh," she groaned in a frenzy, "you don't know how good this feels. Ohhh, 
baby, you're really fucking me now." 

Anthony was anxious to give her all of the fucks she could stand. He 
continued jabbing and stabbing his cock rhythmically into her. She was 
completely fascinated with the marvelous way he fucked her. 

When he pulled his dripping-with-cum cock out of her pussy hole, he 
straddled her face. 

"Lick the cum off my cock," he smiled. 

No man had ever fucked her first and asked her to suck his cock later. It 
was a variation. She gripped his hips as he guided his slick, sticky cock to 
her mouth. She sucked hard on it. 

"You're giving me another hard-on," he smiled. "Baby, I'll shoot again in 
your mouth! Do you like it?" 

Without letting his penis slide out of her mouth, she nodded. He thrust it 
in hard now. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," he cried out anxiously. 

The delicious, thrilling thrusts were carrying her closer now to a climax. 

"Ohhh," he groaned as he continued stabbing his prick in her face. 

She massaged and caressed his balls as she knew that it wouldn't be much 
longer before he exploded. 

"I'm cuming," he groaned in a frenzy. "Ohhh, baby, I made it. Fuck me, fuck 
me." 

She gripped his cock and held it firmly. At the same time she squeezed his 
balls. She wanted to collect all of the cum out of his throbbing male 
member. 

Finishing him off, she decided to give him a good time. She licked his 
inner, moist thighs and then let her tongue slide to his ass crease. He 
loved the way her tongue whipped around his ass-hole. 

"Tongue fuck my butt," Anthony begged her. 

Helen's tongue whipped around his ass-hole. And then she let it slide 
rhythmically right up his rectum. His tight ass twisted on her stabbing 
tongue. 

"Up my ass," he commanded. 

She kept her tongue gliding up his ass-hole as he rhythmically pumped up and 
down. It was one of the most wonderful, erotic experiences for her. 

Helen tickled his balls with her tongue and then he explained what he 
wanted. 

"I want to slide up and down on your tongue, so keep it stiff." 

Maintaining a stiff tongue assisted him in what he was trying to do. He let 
his ass ride up and down in smooth, rhythmic motions. 

"Ohhh," he groaned as he finished fucking her. "You're too much. You're 
beautiful." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Now Anthony was anxious to use her ass. 

"Why don't you bend over the bed, baby?" Anthony suggested. "Let me sodomize 
you." 

Helen got at the edge of the bed. She let her legs dangle on the floor. 
Anthony got on his knees. He bent over and kissed, caressed, licked and 
sucked on Helen's hot, tight ass-hole. 

Now he was ready to ride his prick up her butt. Using his spittle for his 
cock, he prepared to invade her tight anus. Grabbing her ass, he rammed his 
prick up it. As Anthony shoved past her tight anal ring, she thought she 
would come apart at the seams. 

He rode up her ass with wild abandon. 

"Fuck, fuck," he exclaimed as he drove it in her buttocks. 

He liked to squeeze her rubbery ass cheeks. He enjoyed the sound of his 
balls slapping against her bare bottom as he jabbed it to her. Helen twisted 
around, hardly able to stand the torture of what he was doing. 

"Ohhh," he groaned in a frenzy, "fuck, fuck!" 

He was giving her the wildest ride he knew how. She loved every thrilling 
thrust. She responded by bucking back. 

"That's it," he exclaimed as he clutched her ass cheeks, stabbed his penis 
in to the hilt and shot his wad. 

Pulling his prick out of her ass-hole, he got to his feet. He was about to 
wipe off her ass cheeks with a tissue, when a young boy walked in the room. 

It embarrassed Anthony that this young, teenage boy had dropped by. 

"I came to mow the lawn," Barry smiled broadly. 

"How many times have I told you not to just come charging in my house?" 
Anthony shook his head. 

The boy was feasting his eyes on Helen's bare body. 

"Sure wish I could get a crack at her ass," Barry said anxiously. 

Helen tried quickly to evade the boy's hot gaze. She slipped under the 
covers. Anthony laughed as he watched her scramble. 

"What are you trying to hide?" he demanded. 

She shook her head nervously. 

"Leave me alone," she complained. 

Anthony wasn't about to leave her alone. 

"You ought to be screwed," he told her, "and screwed good. Why don't you let 
Barry use his prick up your ass? Barry, will you mow my lawn for nothing if 
I let you fuck Helen's ass-hole?" 

Helen began sobbing. This bothered Barry. 

"What the fuck are you crying about?" Anthony complained. "I gave you a good 
screw, didn't I?" 

Through her tears, Helen explained, "But I don't want to be exchanged for a 
lawn-mowing job." 

Anthony could understand how Helen felt. 

"All right, the kid will mow your lawn," he told her. 

She shook her head tearfully. 

"I've got no class anymore," she said, her voice quivering with emotion. 
"I've become just another piece of ass." 

Barry was undressing, paying no attention to her cries. The young, 
hot-blooded boy crawled in bed with her. As he started sucking on her pussy, 
she felt different about it. 

"Oh, he does have such a nice slippery, slimy tongue," she told Anthony. 

Anthony laughed as he pulled back the bed clothes. He could feel his balls 
tighten and tense and his tongue lengthen and strengthen as Barry went to 
work on her body. 

Finally Barry rolled her over. He plunged his penis right up her ass-hole. 
It got Anthony excited, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," Helen pleaded passionately. 

She was straining now, clawing at the bed sheets. It was wonderful how 
Barry's throbbing, young prick had gotten her so totally turned on. She 
wanted to get screwed real bad now. 

"Yes, yes," she cried earnestly, "fuck me, fuck me." 

Passionately he plunged his penis right up her hot, tight ass-hole. 

"Now you're doing it," he exclaimed anxiously. "Fuck me, fuck me." 

The delicious thrills that tingled through his body had him completely 
aroused. 

"Ohhh, baby," he gasped breathlessly, "I need it so bad. Fuck, fuck!" 

She kept her tail twisting for him. She liked every thrilling thrust of his 
young, hard dick meat. Helen enjoyed the insistent sound of the slap of his 
balls as he rammed her ass good. 

Reaching forward, he gripped her large bosoms. He pinched the nipples. She 
twisted her hips as he went on rutting up her ass-hole. 

"Screw me, screw me," she cried eagerly. "I love it when you fuck me like 
that. Ohh, Barry, baby, I can't get enough. Fuck me, fuck me." 

Passionately the young boy pumped his penis up her tight, twisting ass-hole. 
His thick, long prick stabbed in without mercy at this moment. 

"Screw me, screw me," he cried earnestly. 

As he went on ramming his dick up her ass-hole, she was so excited she could 
hardly stand it. Her pussy was stimulated, too. 

"Anthony," she exclaimed anxiously, "why don't you suck my pussy while he 
fucks my ass?" 

Anthony crawled underneath her hot thighs. He pulled her pussy to his mouth. 
He could feel the throbbing, thick prick as it stabbed up her ass-hole in 
quick, hard, driving movements. He could understand why she liked the way he 
was fucking her. For Barry's hard cock was pistoning in and out of her tight 
butt. 

"I'm cuming," she exclaimed in a frenzy as she juiced. 

Anthony's mouth stayed pressed tight to her pussy as he sucked her hungrily. 
Enjoying every drop of her delicious juice, he found more pleasure doing it 
this way than ever before. 

Finishing at this moment, he pulled his tongue from her vagina. 

"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "you're beautiful." It pleased her that he 
enjoyed sex so much. "You have no idea how much I enjoy balling you," he 
told her. 

Realizing that Barry was a minor, Helen got out of Anthony Cordova's house 
quickly. She certainly didn't want to be indicted for molesting a teenage 
boy. 

At this moment she was eager to get on with her work. She took her census 
information for a couple of hours and then came to a Freddie Fairchild's 
home. Freddie was a young boy who said he couldn't find work. 

"It's hard on us kids just getting into the job market," he complained. 

She looked at Freddie, who looked plenty strong, and realized that he 
probably could do a lot of things. 

"Have you really looked around, Freddie?" she asked him quite frankly. 

Freddie nodded. 

"I might be spoiled," he confessed, "but I've tried." 

He began complaining about his lot in life. 

"I can't afford a car," he told her, "and you can't get very far with the 
chicks if you don't have a car. I mean, they won't even look at you." 

Hearing him tell her this made her feel sorry for him. 

"That's terrible," Helen admitted. "They shouldn't be so materialistic." 

When she was looking down at the sheet to take the census report, Freddie 
was glancing at her cleavage. She felt his hot eyes fasten on her and it did 
bother her. 

"I wish you wouldn't look at me that way," she told him nervously. 

"I'm sorry," replied, "but I can't help it. I can't take my eyes off you." 

She looked at Freddie's crotch and realized he had a hard-on. 

"Would you masturbate me?" he asked her frankly. "If you would pull on my 
cock while I look at your tits it would drive me crazy. Better yet, I could 
finger fuck your pussy." 

Helen was amused and amazed at Freddie's boldness. 

"Freddie, don't you realize what a terrible breach of etiquette this is for 
you to suggest such a thing?" 

Freddie told her, "I'm not concerned with etiquette, I'm concerned with 
getting my rocks off. That's normal." 

Realizing what Freddie said was true, she came over to him. 

"I suppose I could give you a quick hand job. If that would help any." 

Freddie's eyes glistened with passionate desire as Helen slowly pulled down 
his zipper. It didn't take her long to find his cock. However, it wasn't 
easy to pull the huge penis out from its place. 

"Don't break it," Freddie smiled as he watched her struggling. 

Finally Freddie had his throbbing cock exposed to her view. It looked so 
appealing to her that she bent over and let her pink tongue tip caress the 
head of it. That drove him out of his mind. 

"Why don't you give it a jack job and suck me off?" he suggested. 

It seemed so sensible, that she cooperated. She bent over. Fastening her 
lips on the throbbing head of his shaft, she sucked. 

"Suck my pecker," he begged her anxiously. "Suck my prick. Ohhh, suck me 
real quick, baby. Suck me." 

The hot, erotic desires that she felt had her going out of her mind with 
passionate frenzy. 

"Suck me," he begged eagerly. "Suck my prick off. Ohhh, baby, I want you to 
give me a real good suck job." 

Helen's lips fastened firmly on Freddie's slippery, long shaft. She was 
sucking smoothly as he pumped rhythmically in her mouth. Freddie liked to 
shove his dick meat to the back of her throat. Then he would pull away. 
Helen's hands were busy. Reaching down, she pulled out his balls and 
massaged them like marbles in her hands. She could use his balls as an index 
to his moment of orgasm. He was so hot and horny now that she knew he would 
be exploding in her mouth quickly. She tickled his twitching balls and 
sucked down hard. 

"Eat it," he exclaimed as he shot his wad in her mouth. 

There was something tremendously stimulating about getting her to blow him. 
However, when he heard his parents' car drive up, he was worried. 

"Pull your mouth off my cock quick," he told the census-taker. "My folks are 
home from work." 

Slipping her mouth off his hard, throbbing penis, she hastily went over to 
the other side of the room. When the young boy's father and mother came in, 
she explained she'd simply been taking a census. 

"Looks like something happened," the young boy's mother observed. 

"Yes, we were talking," he explained. 

Getting out of there quickly, she did feel nervous about the entire 
situation. The guilt that flashed through her had her so nervous she could 
hardly get into her car and drive home on the freeway. 

When she got home, the landlord visited her. 

"I want to tell you that I am happy you don't cause me trouble like the 
other women in the apartment house," he smiled. 

Helen was grateful that he had observed this. 

"I do lead a quiet life," she told him. 

"Too quiet," he shook his head gravely. "You ought to have some fun. You owe 
it to yourself to go out now and then." 

Helen nodded and told him that life had become boring for her. 

"Certainly it has become boring," he agreed with her. "That's because you 
haven't been getting out to have some fun. You owe it to yourself to have a 
ball now and then." 

Realizing he was lonely because his wife had recently left him, Helen boldly 
asked him, "Did you ever get the urge to go to bed with me?" 

Richard Steele nodded. 

"All the time," he told her. 

"Well, as long as you're separated," Helen said reassuringly, "and I'm still 
a bachelor girl, there's no reason why we can't play together." 

Richard's hands were all over her now. He fondled her bosoms and then 
reached down to pat her pussy. 

"If you would take your clothes off," he told her, "we could get better 
acquainted." 

Nodding agreeably, she told him she would like that very much. 

"There are so many things I would like to teach you," he told her. "I don't 
know where to begin." 

As they spoke together, he explained what he would like. 

"There's nothing I would like more," he told her quite frankly, "than to 
stick my prick in you. I bought a new French tickler just before my wife and 
I parted." 

"How wonderful," Helen nodded. "I have never had a man use a French tickler 
in my pussy." 

Richard went down to his apartment and returned moments later with the 
French tickler. By this time Helen was completely naked and sitting on the 
sofa, waiting for him. 

"What do you say to a naked lady?" he grinned. 

"You either say 'suck' or 'fuck,'" Helen laughed as she got to her feet and 
walked into the bedroom. 

Observing her beautiful ass cheeks, all Richard could think of was the 
possibility he might insert his penis up her rectum. 

In the bedroom, Helen walked smoothly over to the bed and lay on the crisp, 
blue linen sheets. Richard stripped swiftly and slipped the French tickler 
tip over his penis. 

"I hope you enjoy getting fucked like this," he said with a horny, hot 
expression surfacing now. 

She assured him she would. They got on the bed together and it didn't take 
him long before he was stabbing his throbbing, French-tickler-tipped cock in 
her pussy. 

"Fuck it," he exclaimed passionately. "Fuck, baby, fuck." 

He was a man on fire as he rammed his thick, long dick in her. She could 
feel the French tickler caressing the inner linings of her pussy. She loved 
it. 

"Yes, yes," she exclaimed hotly, "screw me. Just like that. I love it. Fuck 
me, fuck me." 

He was driving his dick meat in her pussy with hot, mean thrusts. She 
clasped Richard's smooth, bare bottom. 

"Get a good grip on my ass," he told her. 

She gripped his ass globes. He fucked her furiously. 

"Yes, yes," he panted passionately as he thrust his hard, long dick meat in 
her pussy. "Ohhh, baby," he told her, "I love fucking you this way." 

He was ramming his hard, long cock in her with wild abandon. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," he cried intensely. "Ohhh baby, wrap your legs around 
me. Let's make it on target. I want us to come off together." 

Helen thought it would be inspiring to juice at the same moment that Richard 
climaxed. He thrust his throbbing, big, French-tickler-tipped cock in her 
with wild desire. She brushed her great breasts back and forth across his 
chest. He could feel her erect nipples as they slid smoothly. Gripping his 
ass globes, she finally parted his bottom and fingered his butt. He loved 
the sensation of her finger smoothly stabbing up his butt. 

"Ohhh, babe, now you're gonna get it," he warned her. "Fuck off." 

Driving his French-tickler cock into her with a mean, hard jab, he exploded. 
She joined him in juicing. Wrapping her legs around him now, she pumped her 
body forward. He could feel her moist, hot thighs as she kept orgasming. 

"I'm cuming, I'm cuming," she gasped excitedly. "Fuck me, fuck me." 

In and out he rhythmically rode her pussy. 

"Ooooh," she groaned as he finished screwing her. 

The wild, frenetic fuck they had enjoyed together had been one of the most 
pleasurable she'd ever known. When he pulled his cock out of her pussy, she 
eased the French tickler tip off. She looked at it. 

"It's amazing what pleasure that little thing can give a girl," she told 
him. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Helen was pleased with herself. She reasoned that she was simply providing 
some happiness and diversion to people who needed it. For this she could 
never hold herself guilty. 

It was easy for her to understand how many people were so uptight about sex. 
It was because they had never let themselves go. 

When she came to one man's house, she was amazed at what business he was in. 

"I'll bet you could never guess what I do for a living," he told her. 

She studied Bruce Mayberry closely. He seemed to be about thirty-two. He was 
an educated-looking man, who was very well dressed. He gave every appearance 
of extreme intelligence. 

"It's difficult," she began. "Perhaps you are a lawyer." 

Bruce Mayberry laughed. 

"I'm a bachelor," he told her, "and I'm single." 

As he continued talking, she had a feeling that he might be a doctor. 

"Would you be a doctor?" the census taker asked the good-looking, 
six-foot-two hunk of man who stood before her. 

All the while she was talking, Bruce was studying her body. He was imagining 
how much pleasure he could derive having sex with Helen. 

"I'm afraid I could never guess," she finally confessed. "You should tell me 
what type of work you do." 

At this point he explained what his job was. 

"I'm an inventor," he told her honestly, "and I've invented some very 
interesting things." 

Helen followed Bruce into a large den. 

"What in the hell have you got here?" she asked, a quiver in her voice as 
she saw what was in the room. 

There before here were the strangest-looking contraptions she'd ever seen in 
her life. On one shelf there were a series of plastic penises. On another 
shelf she spotted beautiful foam rubber and plastic bosoms. 

"I am in the sex business," Bruce told her proudly. "What is more beautiful 
than the body? And here we have duplicated the wonderful male member. You 
can see the penis and you can see the ass. Do you see over there, I have my 
ass cheeks?" 

To her amazement she saw a pair of plastic buttocks. 

"That is my latest invention," Bruce declared proudly. "A man can get an ass 
fuck in his own home with these plastic ass cheeks." 

She looked a little farther and she saw the torso of a woman in plastic 
replica form. 

"We have just the torso of the woman," he explained, "so a man can slip it 
in her pussy. And we also have a complete woman in rubber and in plastic. 
These sell for a lot more, of course." 

She couldn't help marvel at the various sexual devices. But Bruce rolled out 
a fucking machine that he said outdid the French people who had originally 
invented it. 

"This fucking machine," he explained proudly, "can shoot cream." 

He demonstrated by showing her the attachments. 

"This is great for widows or nymphos," he explained. "When a girl wants to 
get her sex, she can use this machine. She doesn't have to be at the mercy 
of some worthless, mean man who won't give her a good screw unless she 
promises to do a lot of things for him. 

Bruce was looking at her now as if he would go out of his mind. He wanted so 
badly to have her remove her clothes. 

"I'd better hurry along now," the census-taker told the sex inventor. 

Bruce Mayberry wasn't that quickly dissuaded from pursuing the woman he 
found so appealing, so beautiful and fascinating. 

"Would you like to take off your clothes?" he asked her. 

Shaking her head, Helen told him, "No." 

"I would like to use my special vibrating dildo on you," he told her. "I 
think you would really enjoy that." 

She looked at his vibrating dildo. 

"I will give you one as a gift if you will let me watch you use it," Bruce 
smiled seductively. 

It would be comforting to have a dildo to slip into her pussy when she was 
hot and no man was available, she reasoned. However, it made her nervous 
just thinking about it now. For she knew she wasn't supposed to do this on 
her job time. 

"What's bothering you?" Bruce demanded. 

"I really shouldn't be doing this," she explained. "Not on company time." 

Bruce laughed. 

"Don't worry about it. Plenty of other men and women who take the census do 
things they shouldn't. Now why don't you go in there, honey, and let's ball 
together?" 

She could hardly bring herself to perform. 

"I'll give you a fuck you'll never forget," he said, his voice hot with 
emotion." 

He explained what he wanted. 

"You can be using the dildo in your pussy while I'm screwing your ass-hole. 
You'll like it." 

Helen knew she liked Bruce. It was strange how shortly after she met a man 
she felt an urge to have sex with him. She could almost see the big hunk of 
meat hanging between his legs. It was outlined in his pants with his 
hard-on. 

"We can do everything," he told her, "but I would like to have you 
experiment with my invention first." 

Without saying a word, Helen undressed. So did he. She saw a mirror which 
covered one wall of his bedroom. 

"Mirrors help sex," he explained. "I even have them on the bedroom ceiling." 

Looking up, she was surprised to see he hadn't forgotten the ceiling either. 

Helen got on the bed on her side. Bruce lay behind her. He was applying a 
coat of KY to his cock and suggesting ways she could insert the vibrator 
dildo in her snatch. 

"Now relax," he told her. "You're gonna enjoy it." 

She wasn't quite so sure. Slowly she inserted the vibrating dildo and turned 
it on. Bruce was watching her carefully as she guided the dildo into her hot 
vagina. 

"Now, baby," he told her, "I want you to give yourself a good screw. I know 
just what you ought to do." 

He was sliding his cock up her ass-hole as she let the slippery dildo slide 
in her pussy. He had purposely coated it with KY so it would glide smoothly 
in her vagina. 

As she felt it fucking her pussy, she enjoyed it. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," she finally begged. 

At first she had hated the idea of carrying on sexually like this. Now she 
was enjoying it. 

"Yes, baby," he told her anxiously, "fuck it." 

Bruce continued plunging his hard, long dick in her ass-hole. And at the 
same time he watched in the mirror as she inserted the plastic dildo in her 
pussy. She was twisting and writhing around all over the bed, obviously 
enjoying herself. 

"Fuck, fuck," he grunted as he rhythmically rode in her. 

Helen loved the stimulating sensations that he was creating in her crotch. 

"Ohhh, baby," he whispered enticingly, "now you're doing it. I love it." 

The delicious thrills that he felt at this erotic moment were carrying him 
close to a climax. 

"Come on and fuck me," he exclaimed anxiously. "Put some action in your 
ass." 

Helen was discovering the difficulty of having her ass screwed while she was 
plunging the dildo into her pussy. It took a lot of effort. 

"Ohhh," she groaned in a frenzy, "that feels fantastic. Fuck me, fuck me." 

Plunging the plastic cock into her womanhood, she thrilled to the erotic 
sensation now. 

"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "I love it when you screw me like this. Keep 
fucking me." 

Helen kept her ass grinding around, trying to provide him with the thrills 
he sought so hungrily. 

"Ohhh, I'm cuming," he gasped as he shoved his man meat up her ass-hole and 
stabbed without mercy. 

It was amazing how he could give her an impersonal screw. He didn't have to 
give a damn about her he knew. That was the way he liked to fuck. 

Pulling his slippery cock from her slithering ass-hole once he had finished 
fucking her off, he was anxious to see if she was obtaining the benefits he 
intended from his dildo invention. Getting around in front of her, he shook 
his head gravely. He couldn't see any pussy juice trickling from her snatch. 

"You're not using it right," he told her flatly. 

It bothered Helen that she couldn't make the dildo work effectively. Tears 
trickled down her cheeks. Bruce picked up on this and told her not to feel 
so bad. 

"I'll get it going for you," he promised her. "Just relax." 

She tried her best to relax, but it wasn't easy. Bruce got down there around 
her crotch and personally pumped the pink plastic dildo in and out of her 
hot pussy hole. 

He had it flipped to the fast speed. The batteries inside of the pink 
plastic cock worked hard now. Helen shoved back to meet the dildo stabs. Her 
pussy did feel better when Bruce pumped it in her. He reached up and fondled 
her bosoms as he fucked her with his vibrator dildo invention. 

"Does it feel good?" he asked eagerly. 

Nodding, she smiled down at him. 

"Yes, Bruce," she told him. "It feels real good." 

He was happy that she enjoyed it so much. 

"Keep fucking me," she begged. "Fuck me, fuck me." 

The plastic dildo continued jabbing into her pussy. She was pumping back now 
with a regular rhythm. Soon she was cuming. At the moment of climax, she 
reached down and ran her fingers through Bruce's hair. Bruce knew what to 
do. Slipping the plastic dildo from her vagina, he quickly replaced it with 
his tongue. He wiggled around inside of her, enjoying every delicious drop 
of her. 

Bruce told her that he had another machine that he wanted to use on her. 

"What does it do?" she asked nervously. 

"It tweaks your tits," he explained. 

He went to another room and came back with some small rubbery caps. He 
attached them to a cord and plugged it in the wall. That frightened Helen. 

"I don't want you to give me any jolts of electricity in my sensitive 
breasts," she told him flatly. 

Bruce smilingly assured her that wouldn't happen. 

"You will enjoy this," he promised her, "providing you can relax." 

Bruce observed Helen's body was quivering. He knew that fear would make it 
impossible for her to enjoy herself to the ultimate. Finally she forced 
herself to remain clam. He carefully applied the rubber nozzle over her 
nipples. When he turned it on, it did pull on her tits. It was a rough, 
jerking movement that she didn't particularly enjoy. But Bruce seemed to 
enjoy it enormously. His cock lengthened and he stood there, reaching for 
his balls with one hand pulling on his throbbing male member with the other. 
Helen watched as he jacked off. 

"What are you trying to do?" he asked her. 

"Have some fun," he explained. 

He continued jacking off while he watched. She could see how much he was 
enjoying it. He was sweating now and panting as he pumped his long, thick 
prick. 

"Wow!" he exclaimed excitedly. "That's beautiful. Ohhh, baby, I love it." 

The racing thrills that shot through his body made her doubly delighted. She 
liked to see him getting this stimulated. 

"I will give you my best dildo," he told her. "A double job." 

Bruce hastily got out a double dildo. He applied some KY to both plastic 
pricks. 

"It's adjustable," he explained, "so you can get it up your ass-hole and 
your cunt at the same time. How does that grab you?" 

She nodded and smiled. He got right down there now and fitted one plastic 
cock in her pussy and adjusted the other so it would slip smoothly in her 
ass-hole. 

"Now you're gonna get fucked," he exclaimed, "and fucked royal." 

Helen pumped back as the dildo jabbed in her ass-hole. She twisted on the 
one that was plunging in her pussy. 

"With your tits getting tweaked," he smiled, "and your ass-hole getting 
fucked as well as your pussy, you are getting a damned good screw." 

To finish it off, Bruce got over her head. He lowered his ass and told her 
to lick it. Watching in the mirror he could see everything that was 
happening. And it did stimulate and arouse him. 

"Suck my hot ass-hole," Bruce urged her. 

Her tongue flipped out to his bare ass cheeks. She enjoyed the sensation of 
his tongue sliding around her ass-hole. 

"Suck my butt," he begged. 

She was sucking smoothly now. And he was enjoying it enormously. 

"Just keep your tongue going up my ass," he told her. "I love it when you do 
it like that. Ohhh, honey, tongue fuck me." 

Never before had Helen found sexual stimulation quite as erotic as this. She 
could only use her tongue on his butt. For her hands were occupied pumping 
the plastic dildos in her ass-hole and in her pussy. Her breasts were being 
pulled on mechanically. And at the same time she was sucking on the 
inventor's ass-hole. 

When Bruce got enough of the ass-suck job, he told her what he wanted next. 

"Suck my balls, sweetie," he told her anxiously. 

His hairy, swelling balls tasted good to her. But what she really wanted now 
was the joy of him climaxing in her mouth. 

"I'll feed you my prick," Bruce told her hotly, "and you're gonna love 
sucking on it." 

He wasted no time. Plunging his throbbing, rigid cock in her mouth, he 
watched while she sucked smoothly. 

"Suck me," he begged her anxiously. "Suck my dick off. Ohhh, baby, now 
you're sucking. Keep your mouth fastened on me." 

She watched as Bruce pulled his saliva-coated cock in and out with rhythmic 
candor. Her hands could not grip his ass cheeks. But she sure could do 
plenty with her mouth. "Ohhh," he groaned as he felt the tip of his cock 
sliding across the back of her throat. 

Helen was enjoying having the dildos in her pussy and her ass-hole at the 
same time. She enjoyed the breasts being tweaked. Mechanical sex was proving 
to be quite arousing, stimulating and satisfying, she was discovering. But 
the most exhilarating experience of all was possessing Bruce's throbbing, 
long prick, as he plunged it in her mouth in fast movements. She was eager 
for that juicy moment when he would climax. 

"Suck me, suck me," he panted passionately. "Suck my cock off. Ohhh, ahhh, 
yes, yes, suck my prick off." 

The thrilling pleasure that he was feeling now as her lips and teeth and 
tongue took his cock on was indicated when he shot his wad in her mouth. 

"Eat me," he exclaimed anxiously. "Suck my cock off. Ohhh, baby, suck it 
off." 

She sucked hungrily on his throbbing male member. It pleased him enormously 
that she seemed to derive such a measure of pleasure. 

Finally she eased her mouth off his penis. She focused her attention on the 
dildos in her pussy and in her ass-hole. Bruce watched as her hips churned 
and her pussy twitched and pulled at the dildo. Soon she was cuming. Just as 
she made it he got down there around her crotch. She pulled the dildos out 
and he sucked her pussy and licked her ass-hole as well. 

About this time Bruce remembered a girl friend of his was dropping by for 
dinner. 

"I'm afraid I'm gonna have to end this rather abruptly," he confessed. "I 
have a dinner date. She should be here shortly." 

Nervously, he pulled the mechanical tit sucker off her bosoms. 

"Ohhh," Helen groaned, "that was so beautiful." 

"Baby," he exclaimed, "I hate to think of having sex with anyone else 
tonight." 

At that moment his girl friend popped in unexpectedly. 

"Hello, there," she smiled as she looked right at Helen. 

Now Bruce had to introduce her. "Cindy, meet Helen," he nodded and shrugged. 
"I'd be pleased to eat you, dear," Cindy smiled. Cindy quickly undressed. 

"Cindy is one of my biggest customers," he explained. "She's a female 
hustler. She hustles females and fucks them for a price." 

"It's a booming business, baby," she informed her quickly. "You would be 
amazed how many women enjoy having sex this way. Why don't you play along 
with me?" 

It bothered her to have this woman talk to her so boldly. 

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested," Helen shuddered. 

She was interested, however. Once Cindy had stripped, she quickly hunted for 
a dildo. 

"I want that real nice one," Cindy explained as she searched. "The one with 
the same indentations on the side. The girls say that gives the best fuck." 

It didn't take Bruce long to find it. Once she strapped it on, Cindy 
insisted Helen lay there and get screwed. 

"No, I won't do it," Helen insisted. 

Bruce was anxious to watch Cindy fucking her. 

"Yes, you will," Bruce told her flatly. "You're the census-taker. You 
weren't supposed to be having sex with me. You know that." 

Realizing this was the truth, Helen lay back. In no time at all, Cindy had 
the dildo slipping in her pussy with a rhythmic, jabbing movement. 

"Fuck you," she panted as she thrust right into her. 

Now it was Bruce's turn to join the act. 

"Might as well make it a three-way," he smiled as he looked at the two women 
having sex together. 

He thought he should take a picture of what was happening. Pulling out his 
Polaroid camera, he photographed the two women as they carried on sexually. 
The first picture was beautiful. He caught it at the point that Cindy was 
just pulling the long, hard dildo out of Helen's hot hole. 

"I want to catch another," he informed Cindy. "Look this way and smile." 

"Sure thing," Cindy said huskily. 

At this point the two of them were having a marvelous good time of it. 

"You're beautiful," he told her. "You are so very tuned-in to sex." 

He was anxious to please her. He spared nothing now as he got right in there 
and made out with her. 

"Sweetheart," he smiled eagerly, "you're gonna get screwed like you've never 
been screwed before." 

He got on top of Cindy and made sure his cock was coated with KY so it would 
slide up her hot, tight ass. Cindy looked in the mirror. There she was, 
coupled together with Helen. Their bodies were tight together as they 
fucked. 

"Shove your ass back to me," he demanded. 

Cindy cooperated, pushing her beautiful buttocks up for him to ram. Slamming 
his prick up her hot ass-hole, he gave her a wild, hard fuck. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried out eagerly. 

With hard, deep stabs he kept on plunging his penis up her ass. She loved 
the thrilling, erotic sensations that were being generated in her body now. 

"Ohhh," he groaned in a frenzy, "fuck, fuck." 

He kept his rigid, hard manhood slamming up her ass. Her buttocks twitched 
as he went on shoving it in her. 

"Beautiful," he exclaimed. "I love it when you screw me like that. Now 
you're doing it. Come on, baby, fuck off." 

The delicious thrills that swirled through his body now had him going out of 
his mind with delight. 

"Screw me," he begged her at a fever pitch of sexual emotion. "Fuck, baby, 
fuck." 

The delicious thrills did not stop. He rammed his hard prick home. Cindy 
loved having her tail screwed while she was fucking another woman. Cindy 
brushed her big boobs across Helen's boobs. The two women pressed their 
bodies together and then she kissed her passionately. 

"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "now you're fucking. Fuck, fuck!" 

The thrilling pleasures that she knew how had her going out of her mind with 
erotic delight. 

"Ohhh," he gasped as he rutted in her tight, twisting ass-hole, "I can't 
stand it." 

Cindy had a good, hot butt. She knew how to use it, too. Grabbing Bruce's 
cock with her tight ass muscles she seized it and squeezed it. It didn't 
take long before he was shooting his wad. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," he cried anxiously. "I love it. 

Screw me." 

He was coming on strong, giving her one of the wildest screws she had ever 
enjoyed. He was employing every device he knew how to make sure she enjoyed 
it. 

"You're beautiful," he told her. "Ohhh, baby, keep fucking me." 

Cindy kept her hot tail twisting as he fucked good. 

"Ohhh," she groaned as he kept stabbing his prick up her butt. 

He continued sliding in her hot, tight ass until she couldn't take anymore. 

"Stop it, stop it," she pleaded. "Ohhh, I can't stand it. You're driving me 
ape." 

His hard, throbbing cock unloaded in her ass. She squeezed all of the cream 
out of his pecker again. He went on thrusting in her slippery, hot, twisting 
ass-hole, enjoying every moment as he watched her screwing Helen beneath 
him. 

Helen was juicing and panting at this point. 

"Cindy," Helen whispered, "fuck me, fuck me." 

Once she had finished stabbing her dildo in her pussy till she climaxed, she 
kissed Helen passionately. The two girls Frenched while Bruce looked to the 
side to see them. It was strange how watching these two hot women pressing 
their lips against each other stimulated his balls. 

He thrust his pecker up Cindy's cum-slick ass-hole a couple more times and 
then pulled out. He went to the kitchen and came back with a container of 
orange juice and a bottle of vodka. 

"Oh, mix me a screwdriver, love," Cindy grinned. 

She pulled the dildo out of Helen and went over to the dresser, getting her 
drink. 

As she sipped her drink, Cindy saw that Helen was thirsty, too. She got off 
the bed and Bruce made one for her. 

At this moment the two women were looking at each other lustfully. 

"I want to take that movie tonight," Bruce reminded Cindy. 

"Certainly, love," she told him. "I hope you have the lover ready." 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Helen was certain she should leave now. She didn't want to watch any sexual 
erotic films being shot. She had always been opposed to that kind of movie 
anyway. 

However, Cindy convinced her she ought to stay. 

"This lover has a tongue that you won't believe," Cindy laughed. "I mean, 
I've never been sucked by anybody as fantastic." 

Bruce told her he would go get Killer. 

"Killer," Helen repeated nervously. "I don't like the sound of it. Is he a 
hit man?" 

Cindy poured herself another orange juice and vodka and laughed. 

"Not exactly," she explained. "But he could be a killer." 

At that point a beautiful black Doberman Pinscher bounded into the bedroom. 

"Killer," Cindy exclaimed excitedly, "come over here and lick mamma's 
pussy." 

Cindy put the glass down on the dresser. She went over to the bed and spread 
her legs wide. It didn't take Bruce long to get his camera set up. 

"You can hold the light bar," he suggested to Helen. 

Helen felt awkward, standing there in the nude, holding a light bar while a 
dog flipped his tongue around in Cindy's pussy. 

Cindy seemed to enjoy it. She reached out and wadded up the bed sheets in 
her hands as Killer whipped his tongue in her vagina. 

"Ohhh, he's fantastic," she exclaimed passionately. "I love it when this 
animal eats me." 

Killer's hot tongue surged inside of her. He flipped it back and forth in 
quick, driving movements. 

"Ohhh," she exclaimed, "I love this. It's beautiful." 

Bruce was getting a hard-on watching the dog lick her pussy. 

"Why don't you get a broom handle?" he suggested to Helen. "Then you can 
shove the Vaseline-coated broom handle up her ass-hole while the dog licks 
her pussy." 

Cindy told Bruce that it sounded like an inspired sex idea. 

"Where do you get such ideas?" she asked him. 

"Heroin helps," Bruce chuckled. 

Bruce got the broom handle. He coated it with Vaseline and handed it to 
Helen. Helen felt even stranger now, holding the light bar in one hand for 
the dog fuck film, while she used the Vaseline-coated broom handle to slide 
into Cindy's ass-hole. Cindy looked at the broom handle and complained. 

"Why did you have to buy a damned red broom? You know my favorite color is 
yellow." 

Apparently it didn't bother her that Helen was going to slip the broom 
handle rhythmically up her ass. 

"I'm gonna fuck you," she told her, "and fuck you good." 

She was working the broom handle smoothly and rhythmically in and out of her 
hot ass. It did feel good to Cindy, who pumped back. At the same time Killer 
was licking her clit. Running her fingers through Killer's short hair, Cindy 
begged him to suck some more. 

"Suck me, Killer," she panted as she pumped forward. "Suck me. Ohhh, baby, 
you're too much." 

The delicious thrills that made her body tingle, got her to juice. Killer 
sucked her pussy. 

At that point Killer had a hard-on. Bruce naturally noticed. 

"He wants to fuck you, Cindy," Bruce said casually. "Do you want it in your 
cunt or up your ass?" 

Cindy replied with a smirk, "Might as well get it in my pussy. I'm already 
getting ass screwed." 

This disappointed Helen. She wondered how long she would be forced to endure 
the torture of pumping the broom handle up her ass-hole and holding the 
light bar at the same time. It was not an easy task. 

Nevertheless, she tried to make the most of it. 

"Ohhh, that feels marvelous," Cindy gasped as she felt Killer's cock sliding 
in her pussy. 

Helen continued sliding the red broom handle in her ass-hole. 

"Shove it in higher," Bruce said with a sadistic laugh. 

Helen thought Bruce was a very evil and twisted man. She tried her best not 
to disturb what was happening. But it did trouble her. She continued letting 
the broom handle slip rhythmically up Cindy's tight ass. And at the same 
time she observed the big, black dog wagging his tail as he pumped his rigid 
cock in her hot, pulsating pussy. 

This was stimulating to her. 

"Ohhh," she groaned in a frenzy, "I can't stand it. Keep it up." 

She constantly kept the action going. 

"You're beautiful," she smiled. "Ohhh, I love it." 

The stimulating moment of hot, erotic sex went on. They enjoyed every moment 
of it enormously. 

"Keep fucking," he begged her eagerly. "Come on, baby, fuck it. That's how 
you do it. Fuck, fuck." 

The delicious thrills that she felt shooting through her body had her on 
fire. 

"That's the way I want it," she panted as the dog screwed her pussy and 
Helen let the broom handle fuck her ass-hole. Finally she was juicing. When 
she did cum, Bruce insisted that she get the dog back down there to suck her 
twat. It wasn't difficult. The dog sniffed her snatch and got down there and 
licked her dry. 

When the film had been completed, Helen turned off the now smoking light 
bar. 

"Please excuse me," she told Bruce, "but I have to go home." 

"Why don't you call your lover up and bring him over?" Cindy smiled. "The 
night is young. I might be able to teach him some new things." 

Helen had to confess that she lived alone. 

"That's damned sad," Cindy told her. "I think a man is missing out on a very 
good thing not having you to bed down with every night." 

It pleased her to have her speak like this. 

"How flattering," she informed her. 

The two women looked at each other lustfully. 

"Why don't both of you go down on each other?" Bruce suggested. "I think I 
could catch a good sixty-nine shot of you. Go ahead and try it." 

Helen was game for anything now. Another drink and she felt she could unwind 
and do almost anything he would ask, except shove that damned broom handle 
up her ass-hole. 

As the two women mounted each other for a sucking sixty-nine session, he 
watched intently. 

"Look at that," he exclaimed. "Did you ever see anything like that in your 
life?" 

There they were now together. They were enjoying each other enormously. As 
they sucked hard at each other, they were turned on completely. 

"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "you really have something going." 

The delicious thrills that they experienced now had them both going out of 
their mind. They enjoyed sucking at each other's hot pussy. And Bruce was 
stimulated watching. He jacked off with one hand while he photographed them 
with the other. 

Clamping her hands on Helen's ass cheeks, Cindy sucked like a tiger. Her hot 
tongue swept inside of 

Helen's box. Helen enjoyed the delicious, stimulating, erotic sensations 
that were being generated in her crotch. And at the same time the other 
woman enjoyed what she was doing. 

"Ohhh," she groaned, "suck me, suck me." 

Helen was juicing and Cindy was sucking. The situation went into reverse 
when Helen went down on Cindy and sucked for all she was worth. 

Coming in for a camera close-up, Bruce got a superb shot of Helen eating 
Cindy's box. 

The corners of her mouth were dripping pussy juice as she finished eating 
the beautiful, young girl. 

Finally Bruce quit filming. He sat back and told Cindy he wanted her to jerk 
him off. Cindy cooperated by sitting on the edge of the bed. Grabbing his 
thick hunk of meat she pumped until it exploded. She aimed his cock toward 
her mouth. She wanted to catch it and suck it. Finally she bent over and 
placed her lips over his shaft and sucked him off. Bruce fondled her 
affectionately as she ate his penis and played with his balls. 

"What's for me?" Helen complained. 

"You can always lick my ass-hole," Bruce grinned. 

He raised himself up and Helen got underneath him. Clasping his bare bottom, 
she let her tongue go to work around his ass crack. Her tongue flicked first 
across his balls and then she let it pump right up his rectum. He loved the 
erotic sensation of having her tongue slipping snd sliding and caressing his 
ass cheeks. But what he loved even more was the way she wiggled her ass. 

"Tongue fuck my ass," he told her, "and then I'm gonna rock my dick up your 
butt. You've sure got a beautiful ass to screw." 

It pleased him to see her body wiggling and straining as she sucked on his 
behind. 

"Now keep your tongue rigid," he suggested, "and stab it in with a regular 
rhythm. Keep doing it. That's what I want. Keep it up, baby." 

When she had gotten Bruce to the point where his cock was throbbing and 
pulsating with lusty desires, he informed her he wanted to stick his prick 
up her butt. Trying to beg off, the beautiful, young census-taker explained 
she had to get home. But Cindy chimed in quickly, "You already told us 
you're not living with anyone. If you're not shacked up with somebody, why 
do you have to get home?" 

Helen was lost for excuses. 

"All right," she agreed. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Now it was Cindy's opportunity to get in on the action. 

"You wouldn't mind, dear, if I ate your box, while Bruce fucks your butt, 
would you?" 

Insomuch as she had done everything to Cindy, Helen had to agree. 

"Naturally not," she said agreeably. "I think that would be great fun." 

The two women were hot for each other now. They were eager to discover that 
measure of pleasure that could be obtained in this manner. 

"I'm anxious to have a good fuck," Bruce informed her. 

At this very moment he could hardly wait to see how she could perform 

She got in the middle of the bed, after Cindy had gotten underneath her. 
Cindy propped her head up on pillows so she would be even with her pussy. 
And then ever so gently she let her tongue caress her slit. At the next 
moment she felt the intrusion of Bruce's long, throbbing, Vaseline-coated 
cock. 

Bruce was a man of action. He didn't hesitate. Gripping her rubbery ass 
cheeks, he forged forward. She could feel his erect, hard penis plunging up 
her tight anal passage until he came to her anal ring. That didn't stop him 
for an instant. He simply shoved it in hard. 

"Wow!" he gasped as he rutted right up her tight, hot ass. 

He was driving in with a forceful, deep, penetrating cock stab at this pint. 
She could hardly stand it. 

"Fuck your ass-hole," he grunted as he screwed her furiously. 

She wondered how much of this she could stand. He was stabbing in her with 
rhythmic, deep strokes. 

"Fuck, fuck," he cried anxiously. "That's how you do it. Ohhh, baby, keep 
your tail grinding." 

Helen was discovering the difficulties of three-way sex. Cindy was 
determined to keep her tongue in her pussy while Bruce was making sure his 
penis kept plunging in her ass-hole. 

"Ohhh," he groaned as he continued thrusting his manhood in her butt. 

He liked to plunge his penis in all the way. 

"It's fun riding your cute ass," he told her. "Ohhh, baby, you're beautiful 
there." 

He enjoyed grasping, caressing and fondling her round, smooth ass cheeks. 
But what he enjoyed even more was the tremendous sensation of tightness in 
her ass-hole. Ramming it in without mercy, he got her so aroused she was 
shaking. 

"Fuck, fuck," he cried eagerly. "That's the way. 

Ohhh, baby, you're beautiful. Fuck it. Fuck it off." 

The delicious thrills that she felt as he went on ramming were carrying her 
ever so close to her frenzied climax. That was the moment that Cindy was 
waiting for. No taste on earth pleased Cindy more than pussy juice. And she 
was hoping she would get plenty from Helen's fresh, young crotch. 

Cindy's tongue swept inside of her velvety vagina. She flipped it back and 
forth across her clit. 

"Eat me, eat me," Cindy begged. 

The passionate frenzy they both felt for each other now had them completely 
aroused and stimulated. 

"Ohhh," she groaned in an erotic abandon, "suck me, suck me." 

The thrills that tingled through her body excitedly had her completely 
aroused. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she panted as she pumped her ass around. 

Her cooperation with Bruce pleased him. He slapped her ass cheeks roughly as 
he finished screwing her tight butt. He unloaded his cum in her ass and 
begged for her to keep wiggling. 

His hot, burning balls unloaded a tremendous volume of sperm. This made it 
easy now for him to slip his prick in and out of her hot, twisting behind. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Bruce grunted as he continued thrusting his manhood in 
her willing ass. 

At this point he eased off. 

"Ohhh," he groaned as he finished his frenzied fuck and finally slid his 
prick from her behind. Cindy was not so easily satisfied. She kept her 
lapping, licking tongue action going until she had gotten Helen off one more 
time. Helen had never cum in multiple orgasms before. She was a fast 
learner, however, and loved what she was experiencing now. 

Then Cindy pulled her tongue out of her. She looked at her with lustful, 
satisfied eyes. 

"You're beautiful," she told her. "You know that, don't you?" 

The thrilling, throbbing pleasure that the women were finding this way 
pleased Bruce. He got his camera out again and photographed one more scene 
of Cindy's great pussy-eating job. 

When Cindy pulled away from Helen's crotch, Helen just collapsed and lay 
there. The two of them left the room and then Bruce came back to make an 
offer to her. 

"How much money do you make as a census-taker?" he demanded. 

When Helen revealed what her salary was, Bruce told her he would up it. 

"Cindy has suggested you go to work with us. We put on sex exhibitions. You 
wouldn't mind fucking with Killer, would you?" 

Scratching her head for a moment, Helen tried to imagine that she was in the 
business on a regular basis. 

"I...I just don't know," she said anxiously. "I really don't know. I'd have 
to think about it." 

"You can think about," he told her, "but make sure the answer is yes. You'd 
be missing out on a very good thing if you said no." 

This troubled and bothered Helen. She wanted to be agreeable and pleasant, 
but she didn't see how she could go along with such an idea. 

"I...I don't think I could," she finally told him flatly. 

Neither Bruce nor Cindy argued with her. However, as she left, Cindy had to 
add a cryptic comment. 

"Gratitude," she shook her head. "You give a girl a chance of a lifetime and 
that's your thanks. So long, babe. Good luck." 

It was night now and Helen went home. She was surprised when there was a 
knock on the door. She peeked out the door's peephole and saw her landlord. 

"What do you want?" she demanded. 

"I must speak with you," he told her. 

He came inside and told her what was happening. 

"Someone is investigating you," he told her. "I don't know who. If you are 
involved in anything that is evil or dangerous, I don't want you living 
here, Helen." 

Helen knew what the truth was. Her conduct as a census-taker was certainly 
not beyond question and certainly not above suspicion. 

"Oh, don't worry about it," she insisted. "Everything's gonna turn out all 
right. Don't worry." 

The landlord was obviously worried. 

"That's easy for you to say," he told her. "But I try to run a respectable 
place here. And don't you forget it." 

Helen had to remind him, "You came up here and asked me to have sex with 
you. I suppose now you will say I'm a slut." 

The landlord shook his head. 

"I would never say that," he declared emphatically. "But everybody else in 
the place is saying it. That's why I'm concerned. Helen, are you peddling 
your ass all over the place?" 

It was a miserably blunt question that he aimed at her. And it was not easy 
for her to answer. 

"I'm sorry," she shook her head, "but that's a terrible thing for you to ask 
me. Of course I'm not carrying on like a tramp." 

It pleased him. 

"I got so nervous," he told her truthfully, "I became fearful. I was afraid 
to ask you to suck off my cock again. I didn't know that you were a slut and 
had VD and the works. Imagine how grim it would be if my wife found out that 
I was having sex with one of the tenants." 

After the landlord explained that he and his wife were getting back 
together, she told him, "How can you ask me to go to bed with you when your 
wife is returning?" 

The landlord explained that easily. 

"She won't be back until next week. She lives in Cleveland and she has to 
fly here. It doesn't hurt to have a little fun while she's gone certainly." 

He acted as though it was a perfectly normal thing to do and she was being 
difficult and stubborn. 

"You have a strange attitude," she told him. "You really do." 

He didn't appreciate her criticism. 

"I'm doing what I think is right," he told her. 

"I'm certain that is the truth," she assured him. "But that doesn't mean it 
is right. No, I'm afraid, I can't fuck you." 

Now the landlord became belligerent. 

"Don't try to peddle your high morality on me," he said with a sly smile. 
"It won't work. The word is that you are a very slipshod census-taker. The 
word is that you are having sex with some of the people you're meeting." 

Helen's heart was racing rapidly. She knew what the landlord was telling her 
was true. And that bothered her greatly. 

"You have no right to come up here and make such absurd charges," she told 
him. "Now get the fuck out of here." 

Smiling, he stood in front of the door. "One more time," he told her. "Just 
a quickie blow job. I'm horny and I'm not gonna use my hand." Helen was 
furious. 

"I know what I'd like to do with your cock," she told him, "and you'd kill 
me if I told you." 

The landlord was waiting no longer. He unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock 
and began pumping. 

"How can you get excited when I'm so angry," she demanded. 

Innocently shaking his head he explained his bizarre, erotic compulsions. 

"I get horny because I get horny," he told her. 

She understood what he meant. And it bothered her. 

"You know, I hate you," she told him, "and yet you persist in bothering me. 
You've got a nerve." 

"I've got a lot of nerves," he smiled proudly, "and they are all located in 
my prick." 

"I can see that," she told him. "You're a flasher. You know you are. You 
brought that cock out so you could pull it off and have me look at you. I'll 
turn the other way!" 

That was where Helen made the wrong move. The landlord grabbed her and 
shoved her to the floor on her knees. 

"My best nylons," she complained as she looked at the run in her hosiery. 

"Forget your fuckin' nylons," the landlord exploded as he grabbed her head 
and forced his huge, thick hunk of dick meat in her mouth. 

Helen didn't know what to do with all of that cock meat. She was starting to 
gag. 

"You'd better not choke on my prick," he exclaimed. "At least not until you 
get my rocks off." 

He was so thoughtless, she thought to herself. 

Helen closed her eyes to conceal the rage that she felt. She sucked on his 
meaty, long shaft as he pumped it in her mouth. 

"Suck it off," he ordered excitedly. "Suck my juicy banana, baby. Suck on 
it." 

At first Helen hated it. But once she got the taste of his juice, she sort 
of liked it. But she wouldn't admit it. 

"Open your eyes," he exclaimed. "You ought to watch what you're sucking. 
Open!" 

Helen's eyes opened. She could see his saliva-slickened shaft riding 
smoothly in and out of her mouth. 

"Eat my dick meat," he gasped roughly. "Suck on it 

Come on, baby, suck it off." 

He grabbed her hair roughly. She knew she would have to go to the 
hairdresser for sure. Between the nylons and her mussed-up hair, this cock 
suck was going to cost her considerably. That really burned her up as she 
felt he should be paying for it. He was a cheapskate. No doubt about it. 
There were plenty of women who would turn a trick for twenty. And here she 
was forced to get on her knees and give him a cock suck. 

"Oh, oh, oh," he exclaimed as he shot his wad in her mouth. 

Helen did her best to gulp his thick prick juices. "Eat it, eat it," he 
gasped as he went on fucking her face wildly. 

When he finished thrusting his prick in her mouth and she licked her lips 
off, he complimented her. 

"You suck in style," he told her. "One of the best damned cock sucks I've 
ever had." 

Now the landlord zipped up his fly, once he'd placed his penis back in his 
pants, thanked her and left. 

Helen was angry as she slammed the door after him. The nerve of him, she 
thought to herself, barging in on her like that and demanding sex. She vowed 
she would never let him put her in that kind of a position again. She'd 
move, before she would give in to any more sex with him. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Helen took stock of what she was doing. She knew that as a census-taker she 
was not officially allowed to go into any bedroom and carry on with anyone 
whose home she was visiting. But the desires persisted and she thought she 
needed the help of a psychologist. 

She visited a young psychologist and was hesitant at first about telling him 
the exact nature of her problem. 

"Well, Helen," he finally mumbled, "if you can't reveal what's bothering 
you, I can't help you. I'm sorry." 

Helen began crying. 

"I'm sorry, too," she told him, "because I want very much to confide the 
truth in someone. I'm a slut!" 

The truth had been blurted out. Helen felt a sense of relief as the young 
psychologist looked at her intently. 

Jerry Smith was an experienced psychologist and he understood what was 
bothering her. 

"You probably had sex when you weren't married," he told her. "But that 
doesn't mean you should classify yourself as a slut." Helen knew better. 

"You see," she tried to explain, "I'm a census-taker. And when I go into a 
man's home I feel a sudden urge to go to bed with him. I'm only supposed to 
ask him a few questions. But I want to fuck and suck him." 

This annoyed and troubled her. 

"I have an idea of something that could help you," he confessed. 

"What?" she asked him. 

Smiling, he pushed the chair back from his desk and revealed that he'd been 
jacking off while he was talking to her. 

"Mr. Johnson," she exclaimed angrily, "you have no right to pull on your 
pecker. Do you hear me?" 

Mr. Johnson shook his head. 

"You tell me your story," he told her, "and go into every detail. Just watch 
me while I jack off and I won't charge you." 

Thinking about it a long moment, she tried to make up her mind whether or 
not that was a fair arrangement. 

"All right," she finally mumbled, "but I don't think it's right. You're 
taking advantages." 

She wasn't quite sure of what advantages he was taking. Nevertheless, she 
was disturbed and bothered by the way he was acting. For it was obvious to 
her that he was becoming much too difficult. 

Helen watched as he went over to her and insisted she tell him every detail 
of her sexual experiences. 

"Now tell me, what did the men want you to do?" he asked as he fondled his 
balls. 

"It was strange how they wanted oral sex," she shook her head. "I don't 
understand why, but they all wanted to slip their dirty old cocks in my 
mouth. Can you imagine such a thing?" 

Mr. Johnson nodded. 

"You bet I can," he told her. "As a matter-of-fact, I would like to slip my 
pecker in your mouth. You appear to have a nice tongue, honey, and I'll bet 
you could give me a great cock suck." 

As she listened to him talking, she realized that perhaps she should. His 
penis was starting to drip and ooze its cum. Reaching for his cock now, she 
pulled it to her mouth. She let her tongue slip over the head of it. 

"Suck on it, baby," he whispered enticingly. "Suck it real good." 

He held his throbbing penis out to her. Helen sucked slowly. 

"That's how I like it," he told her. "Real nice. Come on, baby, suck my 
juicy dick off. Suck it. Suck!" 

Her mouth was moving rapidly over his large, throbbing penis. 

"Ohhh," he groaned in a frenzy, "I love it when you lick my prick like 
that." 

Reaching down, she fondled his balls. Mr. Johnson was really happy now. 

"Helen, honey," he smiled, "slip it in your mouth." 

Hypnotized, Helen slid her mouth over Mr. Johnson's penis. She licked the 
tip of it and then went to work in earnest. She could taste the cum and it 
propelled her mouth into more action. 

"That's how you do it, baby," he told her. "Real great. Keep sucking. Come 
on, suck my prick. Suck it off." 

She was working hard now to give him a super-hot cock suck 

"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "that's how I like it. Now you're doing it. Suck, 
suck." 

His hot, throbbing penis plunged down her throat. She sucked eagerly. And 
all the while his hands held her head as he guided his manhood deeper into 
her mouth. 

"Ohhh, Helen," he gasped as he kept on thrusting in her mouth. "I'm almost 
there. Keep sucking me. Don't stop." 

A few more cock stabs and he unloaded. 

"Suck it," he panted. "Suck it, swallow it." 

His hot, white cum surged down her throat as she gulped hungrily. 

Finishing him off now, she slipped her mouth from his penis tip. She was 
about to leave, but he shook his head. 

"Not quite yet, my love," he told her. "I still want to shove it up your 
ass-hole." 

Helen thought he wasn't being very dignified to suggest such a thing during 
office hours. 

"Mr. Johnson," she said, glaring at him, "if you find me fascinating, you 
should take me out to dinner. We could go to bed together after that. But 
the way that you have approached me is really disturbing." 

Mr. Johnson had an immediate response for that. 

"When a man finds a female as fascinating as you are," he confessed, "he 
can't control himself. Don't blame yourself. And I mustn't blame myself. 
It's nature. Can't you understand?" She nodded. 

"I think I understand all too well. I'm really sorry that it has to be this 
way, but it's true. You are expecting so much." 

He was undressing now, as if he was certain that she would accomodate his 
bizarre requests. 

"We all look better in the buff," he told her. "So why don't you take off 
your clothes? I want to see you bare-ass naked." 

She slipped out of her clothes. He told her to spread-eagle over his desk. 
Once he had removed everything it made it easier for her. 

Helen lay down and spread eagle for him. He got behind her. He opened a 
drawer and pulled out the container of Vaseline he used for such moments. 
Coating his throbbing cock with Vaseline, he prepared for the slick trip up 
Helen's hot, tight behind. 

Helen held her ass cheeks up in the air as Mr. Johnson prepared to screw her 
there. 

"You frighten me," she told him honestly. "I don't know whether I can take 
all that cock meat up my butt or not." 

He was so horny for her that he didn't wait to reply. He simply gripped her 
round ass cheeks. With a forceful, hard jab, he plunged right up her butt. 

"Fuck," he exclaimed passionately. "Fuck it, baby, fuck." 

Riding rhythmically up her ass-hole now, he heard his balls bouncing on her 
buttocks. He liked the sound of his balls slapping on her ass cheeks as he 
firmly fucked her. 

"Ohhh, baby," he told her excitedly, "that's what I want. Now you're 
fucking. Come on, fuck, fuck!" 

He thrust up her ass with all of his might. Helen twisted her tail. It 
wasn't easy being fucked on a desk in an office. Actually, it was a first 
for her. Reaching underneath her, Mr. Johnson let his fingers play around 
her crotch. She enjoyed the stimulating sensation of his hot fingers 
sweeping around her pussy. 

"Ohhh, I love it," she told him. "Keep playing with me. This is delicious. 
Keep it up." 

His fingers continued circulating in her pussy as she pumped up and down. It 
was wonderful how her hip movements could provide pleasure for them both. It 
assisted him in letting his fingers slide deeper in her hot pussy hole. And 
at the same time it aided him in getting his rigid, hard cock up her ass as 
far as he could shove it. 

"Fuck," he exclaimed passionately, "fuck, fuck, baby. That's what I want. 
Screw it!" 

He pumped his thick, long prick up her butt with hard, deep strokes. He was 
getting so very good at it. 

"Ohhh, I want it," Helen gasped excitedly. "Now you're screwing. Come on, 
baby, give it to me. Fuck it, fuck it." 

The delicious thrills that shot through her body had her going now. "Ohhh," 
he groaned, "that's how I like it. Now you're doing it. Fuck it, fuck it." 

His hard, throbbing male member was sliding in and out of her buttocks. At 
the same time Mr. Johnson was caressing her ass cheeks. 

Right in the middle of his sodomy performance, his secretary burst in and 
blurted, "Someone here to see you." 

Mr. Johnson was uptight now. 

"For heaven's sake, knock before you open a door," he told her angrily. 

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I will tell them that you will be available in 
a few moments." 

The secretary took it all so casually, that Helen was certain he'd done 
things like this before. 

When his throbbing penis finally did unload in her ass-hole, she could see 
how hot he was. For it erupted with a sizzling explosion. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he cried out anxiously. "Ohhh, baby, you're beautiful. 
That's what I want. Now you're screwing. Fuck it." 

The delicious thrills were supplied to her pussy by his fingers as he 
brought her to climax. 

It was wonderful to have him shooting his wad in her ass-hole while she was 
juicing. 

Once he had finished shoving his dick meat back and forth in her ass a few 
more times, he withdrew. 

"Roll over," he told Helen. 

Helen rolled over, with her legs spread wide. He could see her sticky love 
juices dripping down her inner hot thigh. It didn't take long for Mr. 
Johnson to bury his face in her crotch. His tongue swept to her moist, inner 
thigh and he licked hungrily. Panting now, he planted his mouth over her 
pussy and sucked. 

Reaching down, Helen gripped his head. She loved holding him pinned to her 
pussy. 

"Eat me, eat me," she cried out in her exhilaration. "Ohh, yes, yes. I love 
it. Don't ever stop it. Keep it up." 

He continued giving her an example of his wild lovemaking. And it got her 
more aroused than ever. 

"Yes, baby, yes," she whispered enticingly, "I love it when you fuck me like 
that. You have no idea how much I need this." 

He went on with his wild lovemaking. He pulled his tongue from her pussy and 
plunged it up her ass-hole. He clutched her thighs and held her ass up in 
the air as he ate out her butt. 

"Ohhh, Mr. Johnson," she grunted, "suck my ass-hole. Suck it." 

When he finished sucking on her ass-hole, he told her that he would 
appreciate the same consideration. He got in a chair and drew his legs up. 

"I think it's indecent to do such a thing," Helen insisted. 

"Not if you slide your tongue in slowly," he told her. "Then it won't hurt. 
Once you get it in, it's all right to stiffen it and stab it right up my 
butt. I love to get a tongue fuck. I used to have a nice girl named Natasha. 
Natasha used to lick my ass all the time. She was very good at sucking balls 
and gave the best blow job in the building." 

"Why did you get rid of her?" Helen asked him curiously. 

"Natasha became so popular," he explained, "that an insurance office on the 
top floor took her for their claims adjusters." 

She certainly couldn't understand why they took Natasha off the beautiful 
blow jobs. 

"The adjusters get so nervous before they make the adjustments," he 
explained, "that they do it better if they have just finished having a blow 
job. So Natasha gives each insurance adjuster a blow job before he goes out 
to settle a claim." 

Helen understood it now as she clasped his round, firm ass cheeks. 

She brought her face even with his butt. Letting her tongue flip all around 
his bare bottom, she finally grabbed his penis and pulled on it as she let 
her tongue whip up his rectum. 

He loved the sensation of her tongue slipping up his ass-hole. She had a 
rhythmic, almost poetic way of sliding her tongue in his butt. 

"Wow!" Mr. Johnson exclaimed. "You sure know how to suck ass. You could 
teach Natasha." 

That was such a high tribute that she withdrew her tongue from his butt and 
thanked him. 

"Don't ever take your tongue out of a guy's in the middle of an ass suck," 
he insisted. "It really makes me desperate. Now tongue fuck me and do it 
fast. Get right back down there, baby." 

Helen got her face back to his crotch. Stiffening her tongue she plunged it 
right up his hot, tight, twisting ass-hole. 

"Wow!" he exclaimed. "That really feels super. Suck my ass. Suck it." 

Using all of her energy, Helen kept her tongue whipping up his butt until 
she observed his cock getting ready to juice again. 

"Give me the old-fashioned chair fuck," he smiled at her. 

Pulling away from his crotch, she sat down in the chair. Grabbing his penis, 
she guided it into her womanhood. She brushed her great bosoms over his 
chest as he fucked her hard. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried anxiously. "I love it when you do it like 
that. Ohhh, baby, you're beautiful. Fuck me, fuck me." 

Rhythmically he rode his prick in her. Helen loved the sensations that were 
being generated in her pussy. Grabbing his cock, she gave him the old 
snapping-pussy treatment. 

"You've got it down to perfection," he told her. "You know just how to make 
your pussy muscles grab at my prick." 

Pleased that she was performing so expertly, she continued. All at once the 
secretary entered with a complaint. 

"He says he's not gonna wait much longer," she told Mr. Johnson. 

'Tell him I'm right in the middle of an important conference," he smiled as 
he continued stabbing his prick in Helen's pussy. 

Helen had become used to the secretary's interruptions. It didn't bother her 
at all. She simply looked the other way and went on pumping her vagina up 
and down on his throbbing penis. 

She brushed her erect nipples over his chest. It pleased him to feel her get 
this turned on. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," he cried eagerly. 

He was fucking her good now. With hard, penetrating jabs he was giving her 
the wildest screw he knew how. 

"Yes, yes," she cried earnestly, "screw me." 

Placing his hot hands on her buttocks, he guided her. 

"Baby, you're beautiful," he whispered. "Now you're fucking. That's the way 
I like it. Come on, fuck, fuck." 

There was something intriguing about the way he screwed her. He seemed to 
have such a big cock. When she first observed his penis, she didn't notice 
it was this huge. But it felt huge now. 

"Do you like the way I screw you?" he asked her anxiously. 

Nodding, Helen told him, "You've got a big one, baby. And you know how to 
use it, too. Shove it in there, love." 

He was fucking her wildly now. She was getting a big charge out of every 
stab of his penis in her pussy. She came and then he got his rocks off. 

"I'm cuming," he exclaimed excitedly. "Fuck it. Fuck it off." 

Helen was delirious with excitement as he finished giving her a screw. 
Pulling off his rigid cock, she understood what had happened. Mr. Johnson 
had slipped on a penis enlarger over the head of his cock. He pulled it off 
and laughed as he told her what he had done. 

"I thought something was different," she admitted, "but I enjoyed it. That 
was very thoughtful of you, Mr. Johnson." 

She got dressed and left him. But after she was on the elevator, going down 
to the lobby, she realized she hadn't learned very much. 

Helen went out to the parking lot and was about to get into her car, when a 
man noticed her. 

"Hello there," he said, his eyes opening wide as if he was undressing her. 

"I don't think I know you," Helen said quietly. 

"Our souls have met in the spirit world," he declared dramatically. "But in 
the flesh I think this is the first time I've had the honor of laying eyes 
on you." 

Helen did not appreciate his obvious line of bull. 

"You're a phony," she told him, "and I'm not going to talk to you anymore. 
As far as I'm concerned, you can do what the boy from Nantucket did." 

Shrugging, he asked her what the boy from Nantucket had done. 

"The boy from Nantucket had such a long cock, he could suck it," she said 
abruptly. 

That really got him angry. He didn't say another word to her as she got into 
her car and drove away. 

Helen saw a rather distinguished man who was hitchhiking. She figured he 
probably ran out of gas or had a flat tire. So she parked her car at the 
side of the highway and picked him up. 

"Thank you, thank you," he said. "I ran out of gas a couple of miles back. 
Sure was thoughtful of you to pick me up." 

"Don't mention it," she told him. "What are friends for?" 

At that point he reached over and patted her thigh. "That's what I always 
say," he told her in an erotic voice. 

Helen thought he was being very bold. If he had a right to put his hand on 
her thigh, she certainly had an equal right. Placing her hand on his thigh, 
she nodded and smiled "Yes, that's what friends are for. To give a helping 
hand." 

The gentleman unzipped his fly and placed her hand on his rigid penis. 

"The best help your hand could give me, honey," he told her, "is a hand job. 
I hope you don't mind pulling on my pecker until you can let me off at the 
next gas station. I would really appreciate that." 

Helen was bitter. 

"You're full of hot air," she told him, "and I am not gonna pull you off." 

"Not even for a price?" he smiled. 

"That depends," she shook her head. "Now, just give me my hand back." 

He wouldn't. He placed his hand over her hand and pulled on his throbbing 
male member. Helen thought it certainly was not very courteous to do this. 

"You have bad manners," she shook her head at him. 

"And I have thick balls," he told her. "And they're loaded. Honey, suck me 
off. I'll pay you good. I'll give you twenty to turn a trick." 

Helen hadn't had anything to eat in a long time. Her long conference with 
Mr. Johnson had not given her an opportunity for a snack. So she figured she 
might as well take him up on his offer.. 

Pulling off to the side of the highway, she bent over his throbbing penis. 
She sucked and licked hungrily. 

"You've got talent in your mouth," the total stranger told her, "but use 
your tongue. Flip it back and forth across the glans portion of my penis. Do 
I have to teach you the fine points of cock sucking? If that's the case, 
you've got to give me the twenty. You sure don't know how to give blow 
jobs." 

Helen was insulted. Pulling her mouth off his cock, she complained. 

"I've sucked off some of the classiest people," she told him, "and if you 
don't think my blow job is good enough for your dirty dick, you can put your 
prick right back in your pants." 

Distraught now, the hitchhiker explained, "I could never get my cock with a 
hard-on back in my pants. Please, Helen, give me a blow job. I promise I 
won't criticize anymore." 

Helen went on giving him a blow job. An officer going by figured something 
strange was happening. He observed one head on one side of the car and no 
one at the other side. He stopped to find out if he could help any. 

"Could I help you out?" he asked Helen. Helen pulled her mouth off the total 
stranger's cock and looked at the officer in amazement. "I was here first," 
she told him. 

Realizing the officer hadn't intended his help that way, she got a jolt when 
he gave her a ticket. 


THE END
