Helen’s Night Out 2

Helen’s Night Out, Ch. 2
by Ford

Helen and Les sat at a small table in the lounge enjoying two fresh drinks. Helen had the tails of her flowery blouse stuffed into the front of her skirt, but she hadn’t bothered to button it. She’d also only made a half-hearted attempt at removing the semen from her breasts; there was even a bit remaining in her long dark tresses.

“I must say, I really enjoyed the six of you ravaging me this evening. That was one helluva gang bang, Les,” Helen commented as she leaned forward, allowing Les a nice view of her fleshy cleavage. She now truly enjoyed exposing herself to men. She had always been the opposite, but, no longer.

“You were very good, too, my dear. You learned quickly, and really put on a hot show.” Les toyed with her thigh as he spoke. “How’d you like to make a repeat performance next weekend? I’ll get another group of big studs together for you to gang bang.”

“I might. Can I let you know by Wednesday?” Helen replied, already knowing she wanted to come back here and have another hot party. She really enjoyed getting laid.

“Give me your home phone, I’ll call you Wednesday evening,” Les countered.

Helen started to argue, wanting to call him with her answer, but caved in quickly and gave him her phone number. She spent Sunday resting and sunning herself in a truly skimpy bikini. Monday through Wednesday she spent at work, but hardly noticing her work. She spent more time daydreaming about another hot Saturday evening with another horny group of males.

“Hey, you fuckin’ whore. Is that hot cunt of yours ready to have some really big cocks stuck in it? And that fuckin’ mouth of yours stuffed with hard cocks?” The raw and obscene voice of a stranger came over the phone as she raised the receiver to her ear.

“Well, I never. You are so crude!” She played a little game with her obscene caller.

“Yeah, you wanna swallow more cum, don’t you, you fuckin whore? Bet you’d even suck black or Mexican dick, wouldn’t you, cunt?” He continued his raw and vulgar talk, making her hot with the language .

“Yes, I think you might have the right number after all,” she replied with a slight questioning voice, enjoying the vulgar language.

“You’re fuckin’ right I do. We wanna shove our hard cocks in your hot little cunt again, have you suck our cocks, and have us jack off on your face and tits, bitch! Make you eat cum, too! Show you off to our friends in the bar, too, you fuckin whore!” She was still not sure of the voice, it didn’t sound like Les, but she was enjoying the obscene call. Helen could hardly believe that in less than a week she would be relishing a male voice in an obscene phone call.

“We want to see that hot ass of yours at the Holidaze Motel again this Saturday night. Give me your fuckin’ measurements and address, well send you the outfit we want you to dress in, whore. We’ll be waiting for your hot fuckin’ ass to show up in the lounge, bitch,” The male voice said gruffly. “Be ready to get really screwed and suck cock, slut!”

Helen readily complied with his request, knowing she would enjoy Saturday, and a new outfit to show herself off in. She lay back on the couch, turned the TV back up and continued to watch the gang bang video she had purchased the evening before. For the first time since she was a teenager, she fingered herself, but she now had really good reason: she wanted to be really aroused by the weekend. After she made herself climax, she dressed in the elastic topped hose she bought the night before and her high heels, and practiced walking. She had placed a full length mirror at each end of her hallway, and finally got them adjusted so that she could watch herself walk, making improvements and adjustments. By ten o’clock, she had her sexy dress on, along with her bra, and continued to practice her seductive walking.

Friday, a package wrapped in plain brown paper had arrived and sat on her doorstep when she arrived home, with just her first name neatly printed on the front. She quickly retrieved it and went inside. She promptly opened the package, discarding the box and paper to the floor. Inside was a slinky, black, spaghetti strap dress, low-scooped neckline in front and even lower in back. She held it to her bust and could tell that it would barely reach mid-thigh when it was on. It seemed somewhat small, but then she realized that it was a stretch material, thus showing off every curve when it was on. It surprised her when she wore the dress the top was not as elastic as the lower half, in fact, it was rather loose and fell open easily when she leaned forward. Also in the box were two pairs of black-seamed stockings. And then she saw the note.

In very crude and vulgar language, the note told her to wear the hose, dress, high heels, and nothing else. She was to be at the bar at seven PM sharp, and sit at the bar in the same place she had the previous Saturday evening.

Work had taken up the days, walking practice the evenings, so she was well accomplished in walking very sensually and seductively in her five-inch heels she had purchased the previous Sunday to replace the four-inch pair. She wanted to attract as much male attention as she could, and being able to walk seductively. Making her ass and tits jiggle as she walked was a part of her plan. Helen was becoming a true exhibitionist, so very different from her attitude toward sex for her first fifty-two years.

Helen added one additional item to her attire for the evening. She brought along a small, black sequined purse. In it she carried her ruby red lipstick, a brush, a vibrator, and a large tube of K-Y jelly. She parked the car a couple of minutes before seven. She adjusted her hose again, freshened her makeup and lipstick, still not believing she would be so brazen as to wear such a whorish outfit in public. She left her little makeup bag on the passenger seat and left the car at a minute till. Her walking practice paid off. On the way to the door to the lounge, a couple walked out. Both of them gawked at her as she strutted to the door of the lounge, her tits giggling and her ass swaying.

Helen walked around the bar, moving as sensually as she could. When she had made a three-sixty of the bar she perched herself on the same barstool she had the week before. She did not recognize any of the half-dozen or so males in the bar, but they obviously all gazed at her, studying her moves and figure as she paraded around the room. As per her instructions, she stepped from the barstool at ten after seven and strolled over to the juke box. As she flipped through the selections, a male hand slid around her waist, his other hand slipped a dollar bill into the slot on the machine. The hand slid down onto her ass cheek and began to slowly massage her pliant flesh. She enjoyed the forwardness of the strange male. In fact, she shoved her ass back against his crotch as she made two selections.

“You sure look great this evening, honey. Can I buy you a drink?” a husky male voice asked, his hand still eagerly roaming over her ass.

“Why, thank you, sweetie,” Helen replied as she turned and sashayed back to her stool, the strange male following her like a puppy dog. This was going to be another hot evening of sex, she thought as he slid onto the barstool next to her.

While they began a conversation of small talk, she enjoyed his hand gliding gently up and down the top of her thigh. She allowed her knees to part slightly, his hand followed and slid between her legs. Almost imperceptibly he slid the hem of her black dress higher, closer to the top of her nylons. Helen watched the males around the room begin moving, some slightly closer to them, others obviously attempting to get a better view of what they were doing.

Two males changed stools and were within a couple of seats of Helen and her new friend. Then she watched as one of the couples moved from their corner of the room to a table behind Helen. There was further movement and another male strolled behind Helen, walked past them then made an about face and strolled by once again. He was obviously studying where the man had his hands and what Helen was allowing him to do right there at the bar. He stopped, turned, looked at Helen as she glanced at him. He turned the corners of his mouth up in a small smile, Helen winked in return.

A second male came and sat next to Helen and her new friend. His left hand quickly found her right thigh as he moved the barstool closer to her.

“We have a couple of more friends over at the booth in the corner, we’d sure appreciate it if you’d like to come over and meet them.” the new guy said, his eyes obviously gazing down her cleavage as the top of her dress fell forward exposing most of her breasts.

“Yes, we think you might like to get to know a few more of our friends.” The first male added, squeezing her thigh as he spoke, making it clear she was to comply.

“Sounds like fun to me, I like to meet new people, and enjoy getting to know them,” Helen said as she began to turn in unison with her male friends.

When they arrived at the booth, two males moved so she could slide into the middle of the booth. She eagerly slid into the booth between two new strange males. She had difficulty keeping the hem of her skirt down, but she did not care to cover herself; she wanted the men to ogle her. She was thrilled at the prospects for the evening. There were six males of various ages and races. This would be a real fun party she thought as they handed her a club soda, might be even better than the weekend before.

Hands from two different males found her hot thighs, and slid the hem of the skirt to the tops of her hose. Helen spread her thighs for the males, enjoying the gentle pawing and groping she was receiving under the table. She was thrilled at the debauchery she was immersing herself in: the strange males, lewd acts in public places, and having all the sex she could take by the end of the evening. She delighted in the exhibitionism, seeing the others in the room staring at her, the only woman sitting in a bar with six males and dressed very seductively. In seven days her sexual attitude had turned one hundred and eighty degrees.

“Lean forward a bit more, honey. I love to see really well-shaped tits,” the man to her right requested. Helen did not say a word. She simply smiled back, and leaned forward.

Now she felt a hand cup her right breast, the male to her left moved his hand to her left breast, massaging the hot flesh intently. Her nipples became harder as he continued to massage her tits through the soft material.

At this point the male to her right fondled her right breast almost in unison with the male to her left. Just as suddenly as they began, they released their hands from her breasts. In a few moments she saw why as they leaned back and displayed their throbbing hard cocks. Helen eagerly took one in each hand and stroked them firmly, with four others watching her pumping her hands up and down.

“Well, I think it’s time we took the hot slut up to the suite for some really torrid sex,” the male said that she had first met at the juke box.

“I’m ready to get molested by you guys,” Helen said softly with a definite glee in her voice. “I really enjoy getting stuffed with nice hard cocks!”

Helen stood behind the tall, dark-haired male, who seemed to be the leader of the group, at the door to the room. The male behind her held her tightly against him, grinding his pelvis and hard cock against her ass as the first male opened the door. He slipped the straps of her dress off of her shoulders, and slid the top of her dress down, exposing her well-formed breasts. Helen made no effort to pull the front of her dress back over her breasts; she enjoyed displaying her sexy body to the rest of the males surrounding her in the hallway.

Helen gasped as the group entered the room. Inside the living room area of the suite were nine other males, the six from the previous Saturday gang-bang, and three additional strangers.

“Nice to see you again, slut!” Les said as she walked up to him. He sat in one of the arm chairs, and Helen walked over to him, seductively lifted her right leg and placed the heel of her shoe on the arm of the chair. This caused her skirt to hike up and expose her naked pussy.

“Eat my pussy, stud! You missed eating my cunt last Saturday,” Helen spread her legs and shoved her crotch into her male friend’s face.

Over the next hour and a half Helen took on the fifteen males in most every position and style that the group could think of. She generally lay on her back with a male fucking her and a male kneeling on either side of her head as she sucked the two off. Others would suddenly straddle her chest as she got fucked, and shoot their loads into, or onto, her face chest, mouth, just where ever it landed. Then she would return to sucking the two males on either side of her head and fucking the male between her legs.

Helen had to go into the bathroom to drain her cunt, pee, and clean some of the cum from her face. She slipped the dress back on as most of the males left the motel room, leaving her, Les, and three others recounting the evening of moral debauchery and lust.

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More to cum…

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3 thoughts on “Helen’s Night Out 2

  1. Great story seems Helen knows what she wants and needs. Very well writin

  2. I so love this story and I’m really looking forward to your next chapter. Contrary to what some guys might be thinking Helen is becoming a premium cougar, that can attract a gangbang at the drop of a hat. As a point of information, gangbangs are harder to put together than you might think. Helen is taking control and it’s great. Keep it up xoxoxo Annette

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