2 comments/ 17173 views/ 8 favorites Helen Smith Pt. 01 By: TeamEquipe "Come on Helen, just do me, please..." "I said no Dave and I mean it. You'll just have to find another way or better still find somebody else." I turned on my heels and strode purposefully to the door. "Right I'm going. I'll see you next week, okay?" "Yeah, alright," Dave replied. I could see the crestfallen look on his face. "We're okay though right? You're definitely coming back?" I smiled. "Yes Dave, we're okay and yes I'll be back. I'm not offended... that much." I pulled the door shut behind me and bumped straight into Dave's dad, Walter. "Ooops Walter, I didn't see you there," I said. "That's alright duck," he said, "are you going then?" "Yes I am. I'll see you next week, okay?" "Alright sweetheart," Walter replied. I could see his eyes were fixed firmly on my large tits. "I take it he asked you again then?" he said. I sighed. "Yeah...again...and before you ask, no I'm not offended." I opened their front door. I needed to leave quickly before Walter could give me his usual going away grope. Too late. His large gnarled hands closed round my firm ass cheeks and squeezed. Damn him; for a man in his late seventies he sure was fast. "Thanks Walter," I said sarcastically. "No problem darlin," he grinned back at me, "see you soon." I shook my head as I walked down the driveway. Walter had been feeling me up ever since I had started working there. He took every opportunity he could to feel my tits or fondle my ass, although I had become quite skilful in avoiding him. I didn't really mind though. It was only harmless fun and who was I to deny an old man in his twilight years a bit of pleasure. I heard him close the door. I could just make out his wheezing laugh before he set himself off in a coughing fit. Serves you right you lecherous old git, I hope you choke I thought as I climbed into my car. * * * * * * I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Helen Smith. I'm thirty nine years of age, married for twelve years to Gareth, or as he likes to be called, Gaz. He hates his given name. That's usually what I call him as well although of late it's been more like shit-head or ass-hole or toss-pot or you bastard! As you've probably surmised I'm not particularly enamoured with him right now. This is due to the usual problem that plagues most relationships, married or not. Money...or to be more precise, the abject lack of it. We are desperately hard up, struggling to make ends meet. It was a shock when Gaz arrived home a few months ago to drop the bombshell of his redundancy. It was an even bigger shock when we realised he wasn't going to get any redundancy pay either. In fact no-one at the foundry did. The bosses had seen to that by stripping the coffers bare before closing the company down. We weren't the only ones affected though. Every single person working there walked away with nothing. However, the difference between then and now was startling. Just about everyone that had worked on the same shift as Gaz had managed to get fixed up with another job of some description straight away. But not my Gaz. He was "waiting for the right job." I had no idea what that meant. I was coming to the conclusion it meant "I'm a lazy, work shy bastard!" Of course we argued. I didn't get very far. He could be one stubborn son of a bitch when he wanted to be. So here we are. Running out of cash. Our relationship virtually on the rocks. I tried to help. Do my bit. I took several small jobs working a few hours here and there but there was never any permanency in any of them. Good jobs for women were just as hard to come by as for men. But at least I was trying. Not like Gaz, the selfish, idle bastard! It was then that I had the bright idea of setting up my own gardening and cleaning business. Lots of our friends and family had often said how clean my home was and how I seemed to love gardening. This was true. I took pride in how my home looked. We didn't have a lot but what we did have sparkled and shone like new. But my garden was my pride and joy. I derived much enjoyment from raising plants from seed and cuttings, using our garage as a potting shed. I tended and nurtured the plants I raised and as a result I enjoyed spectacular looking flowers and shrubs throughout most of the year at very little cost. It was through this that one of our neighbours asked if I would be interested in looking after their garden. They couldn't manage it now due to their advancing years. They would be happy to pay of course. So much an hour, for a few hours a week. How could I refuse. It was cash in hand too. Ssshhh, don't tell the tax man! It was funny how word got around. Doing that one garden led to them recommending me to their friends who then recommended me to their neighbours. My family also helped out by recommending me when they saw an opportunity. You get the picture. It seemed only natural when I was then asked if I could do some cleaning up as well and get shopping from the supermarket from time to time. I was happy to help. It was through this network of recommendations that eventually led me to Dave and his dad, Walter. They live in a village about ten miles out of town. Dave and Walter live in a house owned by Walter's other son, Jim. He is a generous soul. The rent he collects from them is only just below the top price for that type of house. He certainly isn't doing them any favours. Still, I guess they can afford it, they seem to have quite a bit of money coming into the house, what with Walter's pension and Dave's social benefits. Oh yeah, I haven't told you yet. Dave's disabled. Has been for a number of years. Some kind of accident. He doesn't talk about it. It left him disabled from the waist down and he struggles to use his arms and hands most of the time although I have seen him manage to use the TV remote control from time to time. He's single, always has been and is in his forties. And he has needs! It was these needs that he had been asking me to relieve for him today. * * * * * Gaz was out when I got home. I put my pay for the day into the jar that I hid at the back of the cupboard. Gaz would never find it in there. He was too lazy to turf everything out to try and find it. The phone rang. "Hi Helen, it's me," the cheery voice of my sister Rachel boomed forth. "Hi Rach," I said, "how's things?" "Good, good thanks. How's things with you?" she asked. "Fine thanks. I've just got back from Dave and Walter's." "Oh I see...sooo, did he ask again?" "You know he did. God he's such a pervert. I may have to stop going you know." Rachel was laughing at me now. "Don't say I didn't warn you." "Yeah, thanks for that." It was Rachel who had got me this job. She was a home carer at the time and had been subjected to Dave's persistent requests as well. She had since moved jobs so it wasn't a problem for her any more. "Have you ever told Gaz about Dave then?" Rachel asked me. "Good grief...no! Jeez he'd go ballistic if he found out. No, I can handle it. Besides it's never going to be a problem," I said. We chatted about other things before she eventually had to go. I'd just hung up the phone when Gaz arrived home. He was pissed; again. To say I was less than impressed would be an understatement. We had a massive argument about money or to be more precise our lack of it and when I went to bed, he didn't. He slept on the sofa. * * * * * It was about a month later that the threatening letters started to arrive. It was the ones from the bank though which were the worrying ones. It was beginning to look like we could lose our home. Gaz as usual did his impersonation of an ostrich. Pillock! I was working my ass off juggling several jobs at once whilst Gaz seemed to spend more and more time with his so called mates. It just seemed to me that he was spending money we didn't have. Something would have to give. I was at the end of my tether. * * * * * It was the day I worked at Dave and Walter's house. As usual I dressed in my customary tee shirt and leggings. As I slipped on my trainers, I stood and took a quick look in the wardrobe mirror. The reflection staring back at me was pretty good I thought to myself. Medium height, around 5'7, medium weight around...err...I'm not saying... bottle blonde hair and brown eyes. I was a pretty good shape as well. Perfectly proportioned, so I've been told by many men, with 36DD breasts and a full round ass that just begs to be groped; for that just ask Walter! You'll do I thought to myself as I turned and left the room. As I reached the hallway the sound of mail dropping through the letterbox stopped me in my tracks. I felt a knot in my stomach. The post was never good news these days. I looked down. Oh shit! There were several official looking brown envelopes together with the general leaflets and junk mail that seems to be delivered in a never ending stream these days. I tentatively scanned through the brown envelopes. They looked okay today. Then I saw it. Oh God! There it was. The one from the bank. An official looking white envelope. I slid my finger under the flap and tore it open. Shit...shit...shit! I silently read the bad news of the banks intentions to start repossession proceedings. Shit...shit...shit! Tears formed in my eyes. I looked up trying to blink them away. I looked back down and carried on reading. A glimmer of hope sprang from the page. We had so many days to make a payment and if we made that payment they would consolidate our arrears and come to some arrangement as to future payments. I couldn't believe it. There was light at the end of the tunnel after all. I was still ecstatic when I jumped inside my car and shot of to Dave and Walters. But as I drove, the reality of the situation began to sink in. Yes there was a promise of salvation but how the hell were we going to come up with the money they needed. Shit...shit...shit! I pulled up outside Dave and Walter's house and stopped the engine. I pushed my thoughts to the back of my mind as I walked up the driveway. I opened the front door and let myself in. "Hello, only me," I yelled out. From the back of the house I could hear the sound of dishes rattling. Walter no doubt washing the breakfast pots. I walked into the kitchen. "Hello darlin," Walter greeted me with his usual toothy grin. "Want a coffee?" He waved a mug in front of my face. "Don't mind if I do," I replied. I sat down at the breakfast bar. Walter fussed around putting water in the kettle, spooning coffee and sugar into three mugs. When the kettle had boiled he poured the hot water into the mugs. "Here you go love," he said as he handed me mine. "Do you mind taking Dave his, I just need to go to the loo." "Okay, no problem," I replied as I picked up Dave's special mug. I knocked on his door and entered. Dave's head shot up in surprise. "Oh hello," he said, "I am honoured, you bringing me my coffee. That's a first," he smirked. "Cheeky bugger," I said to him with a smile, "anyone would think I've never done anything for you before." "Well you haven't really," he said, "you won't do what I really want you to do...will you!" "For pete's sake Dave, is that all you ever think of?" I said in mock outrage, "you've got a one track mind." "Not really," he replied, "it's just that no-one's...done me...since Carol stopped coming," "You what," I exclaimed, "you mean to say that you've actually had someone...do you...as you so crudely put it?" I looked at the shit eating grin on his face. "I don't believe it, I just don't believe it," I said, a look of shock etched on my face. "Well it's true," he said, "mind you it cost me a few bob or two." "What? What are you on about," I said naively. "I paid her," Dave said without a hint of embarrassment. "I paid her every time she did it." "What!" I shrieked, "it was more than once, you're talking multiple times? I don't believe it, I just don't believe it!" I was shaking my head. "I'd pay you if you'd do me," Dave said in a forthright manner. I stood there, mouth wide open trying to evaluate the last few minutes. No sod that, trying to evaluate the last few seconds. Did I hear right! Dave was offering me money to jack him off. "You can't be serious!" I stormed. Dave misinterpreted my meaning. "Okay cool down. Look I'll pay you more than I did Carol. You're way better looking than her anyway! "What!" My mouth hung open. I was trying to form words but they wouldn't come. "You've also got a much better body than Carol. So if you're prepared to take off your clothes while you...do me...I'll pay you much more." "What, you want me naked?" I was furious now. Dave on the other hand was calmness personified. "Sure, why not," he replied, "it'll be good seeing your tits in the flesh so to speak rather than hidden beneath your tee shirt." "Dave, I've got to go." I turned on my heels and made it out the door. Straight into the welcoming arms of Walter. He copped a good feel of my tits grabbing a generous handful of my 36DD's in his large gnarled hands. "You alright love," he said as he continued to grope my breasts, "I thought I heard raised voices." I looked down at him. He'd never been a tall man, somewhere around 5'3 or 5'4 he'd told me and he was now somewhat stooped with age. "Fine," I snapped back. Walter seemed unconcerned by my stare and continued to fondle my boobs. Strangely it felt quite nice. It had been a while since Gaz or anyone else for that matter had fondled them. I realised that I missed it. I knew my body certainly felt that way when I felt my nipples pop up to attention. Walter felt that too. "My, my lass, what's occurring here!" Enough is enough I thought. "Enjoying yourself are you Walter?" I snapped. "Get off, I've work to do!" I shrugged his hands free and stalked off down the hallway towards the kitchen and out to the comparative safety of the large rear garden. I was glad to be out in the fresh air. That and the warm sunshine seemed to wash all my troubles away. Well for a short while. It wasn't long before my thoughts went back to the letter from the bank. How the hell were we going to come up with that kind of money. As usual it would be down to me I thought. Gaz isn't going to contribute a penny. I dug into the soil harder, imagining that a particularly hard lump of clay soil was Gaz's head. The spade soon made short work of that! It came to me unbidden. In fact it sort of crept up and caught me unawares. At first I dismissed it as a random thought but the bloody thing took root and grew. My active mind started to draw up a list of pro's and con's. My sensible self kept bashing the idea down but like a overpowering weed the idea kept on growing and growing. Half way through the morning, Walter brought me my usual mid morning coffee. I was on my hands and knees turning over the border with a hand trowel with my ass stuck up high in the air. I guess I must have looked a sight with my leggings pulled tight across my ass cheeks. I wasn't aware he was there until I heard his grizzly old voice. "My, my duck, you could park a bike in there!" I spun round to see Walter looking at my ass and licking his lips. I gave him my nastiest scowl. He left my coffee on the bench seat and wisely scurried off. The problem with stopping the hard work meant that my brain had nothing else to distract it and therefore gave it's full and undivided attention to the weed of an idea. I felt a knot in my stomach as I mulled it over and over in my head. Could I possibly be thinking about this. Seriously! Just thinking about it was raising my heart rate. I could feel it pounding away in my chest. My breathing was ragged as the nervous tension built up. I could feel the heat sweep up my body to come crashing out of my face in a hot flush. Shit...shit...shit! My hands were trembling as I put down the coffee mug and went back to work, digging furiously, anything to break the feeling. It was too late. All I could think about was the weed! Shit...shit...shit! And then it was over. My time was up. The gardening for this week was over. It was decision time. Make or break. I swallowed hard as I went back inside the house to wash up. I took several deep breaths as I washed my hands and face, trying to calm myself. It was little use, the breathing that is. It did nothing to calm my rapidly beating heart. It was pounding away so hard now I felt I was going to explode. Walter was nowhere to be seen as I cautiously and nervously approached the door to Dave's room. I turned the handle and slowly pushed the door open. Dave looked up and smiled. "Come for your money," he asked brightly. "What do you mean," I snapped back, instantly regretting my tone. "Your money, you know, what we pay you for gardening." "Oh yeah," I replied sheepishly. Okay. Shit or bust time. No point in pussy footing round it now. It's now or never. "Dave?" I paused, the words were stuck in my throat. I took another deep breath. Here goes. "Dave, you know what you've been asking me all these weeks?" He looked at me quizzically, clearly not sure where I was going with this. I pressed on. "You know, about me...err...jacking you off. Well...err...how much would you...err...would you pay me...you know...to...err...to do it? To say he was surprised would be an understatement. His mouth dropped open. "What did you say; sorry; did I hear right?" "Please don't make me say it again," I said. Once was more than enough. "Are you serious? No...you're winding me up!" He didn't look best pleased. "No, I am serious. How much would you pay me?! I stood with my arms folded across my chest. I don't know why I did it but I squeezed them together and it made my boobs swell up over the top of them. They must have looked impressive as the eyes in Dave's head nearly popped right out. "Oh wow, you are serious," he stammered. "Okay, okay." I could see he was a bag of nerves now. I wasn't far behind him either. "Err, well I used to give Carol ten quid to jack me off and twenty to blow me. So I guess I could give you twenty for a hand job and forty for a blow job?" The look on my face must have been one on incredulity. I was just stunned though. Dave completely misread the situation. "Okay, okay, I'll give you forty for a hand job and sixty, no, seventy, yes seventy for a blow job." He was a complete bag of nerves now. But he wasn't that stupid. "But for that you'll have to take off your tee shirt. I want to see your tits. Okay!" "Okay," I heard myself say. "What the fuck are you doing!" My brain was screaming at my mouth. Dave looked wide eyed at me. I shifted my feet nervously. I didn't know what to do. My mouth again made my mind up for me. "When do want me to start," I said. "Now would be as good a time as any," he replied. I moved up to the side of his bed. I should tell you now that he was more often than not in bed although occasionally his carer did get him out into a chair. Lucky for me he was in bed today. I pulled back the bed covers. I took in a sharp intake of breath and then exhaled loudly. My right hand reached down to his shorts. They had a tie cord round them tied in a bow. I pulled one end and it just sort of undid itself. I pulled the elastic band of his shorts out and with my left hand reached in. Oh god...there it was. His cock, nestled in my hand and although it was flaccid it still felt fairly thick. Dave groaned in delight. I could almost sense him having an orgasm right now although that wasn't possible, or so I'd been told by my sister. It fleetingly crossed my mind whether she'd ever...done him. It seemed strange she had that kind of information at hand so to speak. Helen Smith Pt. 01 I began to stroke up and down his shaft. Dave had that same shit eating grin on his face again. I looked into his eyes. They were full of lust. My stomach lurched. I'd not been looked at that way for a long time. Gaz had seemed to lose interest in sex shortly before he was made redundant, so I'd not been laid for quite some time. I suppose you can kid yourself it doesn't matter but I guess some of us need sex to feel fulfilled. I certainly didn't feel fulfilled right now and hadn't done for some time. "Helen." Dave's voice broke into my thoughts. "Helen." "Yeah." I looked up again. "Lose the tee shirt," he said. "Please," he added as an afterthought. I let go of his cock and pulled my tee shirt over my head. I shook my hair free of it and then tightened my ponytail. Dave was gob-smacked. "Bloody hell, Helen, I knew you had big tits but I didn't realise they were that good. Fuck me they're huge!" I don't know why but I felt pleased that he liked my assets. I leaned forward and shook them in his face. "You like these then Davey boy," I teased. "You bet," he breathed back hoarsely. I don't really know what came over me but I suddenly pushed down and forced my tits into his face. I shook them for all I was worth. "Do you like that then Dave," I laughed. "You bet," came the muffled response. I pulled myself upright and took hold of his cock again. I swear it seemed bigger now. Oh well. I resumed my duties. I continued to stroke his shaft up and down, up and down. I kept stealing glances at him to see his face clenched in what I suppose must pass for ecstasy. It looked like agony to me but then what do I know. I'd been doing him for about five minutes now and my hand was beginning to ache. I wasn't sure how long he wanted this to go on for. "Dave." "Yep." "How long do you want to keep doing this" I asked. "For as long as it takes," he replied. Then he dropped the bombshell. "Doing it by hand took Carol about an hour." "What!" I exclaimed. "You've got to be fucking kidding me. An hour. No way, I can't do this for an hour!" He smiled enigmatically. "I don't last that long if you blow me," he said. I stopped in mid stroke. It had been a long time since I had given a blow job and I wasn't that sure I wanted to take it up again. But still... "It's more money," Dave reminded me. I sighed. "Okay, if that's what it takes then. A blow job it is." I leaned down towards his cock. I swear I saw that damn thing twitch! "Err Helen...I think you might be more comfortable if you come and kneel between my legs." "Seriously?" I replied, "but that means getting up on the bed." "Yeah, I know," I slipped of my trainers and clambered up. Kneeling in front of him my ass was sticking up in the air. It never occurred to me that Dave had a lovely view of my perfectly round, full ass staring back at him through the mirror. "You've got a great ass Helen," he said. I knew now! I bent further down to take his cock into my mouth. I didn't think Dave had any feeling below his waist but he certainly moaned when my lips enveloped the bulbous head of his cock. I swirled my tongue round and round, tasting the salty tang of his pre cum before I licked down the full length of his cock ending up at his balls which I squeezed playfully. "You like this then Dave. Is this what you've been wanting, huh. Is it?" "I've wanted you to do this to me since the first time I clapped eyes on you," he stated, smiling broadly, "I just never imagined you would ever do it though." You and me both I thought sarcastically to myself. I took hold of his shaft once more and slid it inside my mouth. As my lips closed round it again I pumped my hand along his shaft. Don't get me wrong. I'm no expert. What I was doing here was what I'd seen on porn films that Gaz seemed to like to download and watch. It seemed to me that he preferred that to actual sex with me. Bastard! Anyway, Dave seemed to appreciate my newly found skill judging by his vocal reactions. As I continued to slide his dick deeper and deeper I became aware of something pressing into my boobs. I wasn't sure what it was. There, there it was again. Something had touched one of my 36DD's. Ohh! I jumped. What was that! That was unexpected. A small shiver ran down my spine as it dawned on me that something or someone had tweaked my rapidly growing nipple. Ohh! There it was again. I sat back releasing Dave's cock from my mouth with a loud slurp. There it was again. That shit eating smirk on his face. It was him. His usually immobile hands had somehow become more than mobile. "How?" was all I could manage to say. "Where there's a will, there's a way," he smirked back, "and especially when the prize is your tits." "Will you take your bra off for me," He was almost pleading. "No," I replied indignantly. "Go on...pleeaassee," he whined. "I'll pay you." I shook my head in mock disgust as I reached behind my back and unclasped the hooks. As I pulled the bra off Dave gave a sharp intake of breath. My breasts jiggled a bit then came to a rest jutting proudly out from my chest. Even I was impressed. "Satisfied now are you?" I said fiercely. "Holy fuck," Dave yelled excitedly, "I had no idea, well I did, sort of but...but to see them naked...well...holy fuck!" "I take it you're impressed," I joked. "Holy fuck, yes," Dave replied. "Please let me suck on them, pleeaassee." I looked down on him benignly. "I'll pay," he said quickly. Who was I to refuse so tempting an offer. I leaned forward so that my boobs dangled invitingly in font of his face. "Oh fuck," he sighed as he took a big bite at my tit, or at least attempted to. It swung away. He sighed. What did he expect. They were fucking big tits, how the hell did he think he was going to get all that flesh in his mouth without holding onto them. I stupidly took pity on him. I grabbed hold of one of my pendulous orbs and lowered it to his mouth. "Here you go Dave," I said, "feast on that." His eyes shone as he bit into my firm but soft flesh. I was beginning to like the control I had over him. He nibbled around my breast as I took hold of my other boob and pushed them both together forming an incredible cleavage. As I held them there his tongue flicked out and landed on one of my rapidly swelling nipples. "Oh shit," I exclaimed. I felt a reaction in my pussy. He took hold with his mouth and sucked. "Oh shit," I exclaimed again. This was starting to get to me. What was going on with my body? As he nibbled and chewed down on my swollen nubs I could feel the start of something between my legs. It was certainly a little bit moist down below. I squeezed my thighs together to kill the itch. I needed to take back control again. I freed my nipple from Dave's teeth and pulled back to resume the blow job. As I took his, remarkably, large but limp shaft down my throat I felt his hand was still magically attached to one of my breasts. I don't know how he was doing it but he had a full firm grip on it and was groping and fondling it. My problem was I was starting to like it. As he tweaked my nipple, I shuddered and then let out a deep groan. Fuck me, what was going on? One minute I'm debating what to do and next minute I'm starting to become really, really aroused. My heart was thumping in my chest, my breathing was becoming laboured as I continued to suck Dave off whilst he continued to torment my breasts and nipples. I never heard the door open and never sensed there was another person in the room until I heard the wheezy breathing behind me. By the time I realised Walter had come into the room, he was nestled behind me on the bed and had his hand up between my legs fondling my pussy. "Walter...what the fuck do you think you're doing" I hissed. He never replied. His hand continued to slide up into my butt crack between my ass cheeks. He knew what he was doing, the bastard! I felt his hands move off my ass as I continued to deep throat Dave. I felt my leggings being pulled down over my hips and down my thighs and along my calves to my ankles. As Walter tugged at them, I obligingly lifted each foot in turn to allow him to remove them. My panties soon followed in a similar fashion. "What the hell are you doing," my sensible brain screamed at me. I felt a big digit thrust up towards my pussy. It had to be one of Walters gnarled fingers I thought. "Oh fuck," I exhaled as the finger found it's way through my pussy lips and into my inner pussy. It was quickly joined by another. He finger fucked me. He pulled them out along with a copious amount of my juices. I heard him lick them. "Very nice sweetheart," he said. "I think you're about ready for fucking." I was still jacking Dave's cock as I spun my head round at that comment. "You what, what did you say...oh my...holy fuck!" Walter was perched behind me stroking his cock. I had never seen one that big before. Certainly not in real life and not even in any porn film that Gaz had downloaded. It was simply fucking enormous. Walter saw me looking and chuckled. "God's little joke!" he said. I had to know. "How...how big is it," I gulped. "Not sure love, twelve, thirteen inches, maybe fourteen. Never actually measured it." He shrugged his shoulders. "Women never seemed to mind much. When I was younger they used to come from miles around to get a piece of this. They always went home bandy legged, that I do know." He moved forward and I felt his massive head push up against my pussy lips. My breathing was ragged now, in fact I could scarcely catch my breath. "Oh fuck," I moaned. "Hang on darlin, I've not got it inside you yet," he chortled. I felt him press up again. This time my pussy lips parted to allow partial entry. Dave was working overtime on my tits now, which I have to admit I was pleased about. It made my juices flow all the better. And I certainly needed all the help I could get. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," I groaned as Walter pushed a bit more of his meat inside me. I felt his hands on my hips move down to my ass cheeks. He pulled them apart, I presume so he could see what he was doing to me. He pushed forward again, and again, and again. I was nearly crying, the pain was excruciating. I'd never had a cock this size in me. I felt sure he was going to split me in two. He pushed again and stopped. My pussy thanked him by gripping his shaft tightly. Not that it needed to do much. I had never felt so full in my life. He started to withdraw. "What are you doing?" I gasped. "Just making it easier for you love" Walter replied. "It'll be better next time, you'll see." He nearly came fully out, but with a flick of his hips, he impaled me with his giant cock. "Oh...fuck..." I groaned as he took all the air from my body. "Is that it?" "Nearly love," Walter replied, "just got the last six inches to go now." "You've got to be kidding me." I was understandably concerned. He had just skewered me deeper than any man had and he still had an above average cock length to get inside me. Holy fuck, where would it all end. Dave made me aware of his presence by tweaking a nipple harder. "Oww that hurts," I said. I should've thanked him for distracting me, as at that moment Walter rammed home the final few inches of his massive cock. "Holy mother of..." I shrieked as Walter began to pound away. I could feel every vein in his cock as he ploughed into me. I thrust my ass higher in the air to try and make myself more comfortable. 'It must have worked because after a little while the pain didn't seem quite so intense. Sure it still hurt but it wasn't as bad as initially. I was aware I was grunting like a pig that has just found the best truffle bed in the whole wide world but I didn't care. Walter was taking me places I could never had dreamed of. I came to my first orgasm screaming. I was sure that the way my pussy was clenching and squeezing his monster shaft would have him cumming too. After all he was a man in his late seventies. Just shows how wrong you can be. He carried on as if he was just starting out. With him fondling one of my 36DD hooters and Dave somehow managing to grope the other, orgasm number two wasn't long in following. Again I came screaming. Walter carried on regardless. I resumed my blow job on Dave although I did get somewhat distracted by orgasms three and four. Dave finally came, his cum squirting into my mouth. I was so worked up by now that I swallowed every last drop. With Dave satisfied I turned my attention back to the old man. Right, I thought let's get you finished. Ha! Fat chance! I tried everything that I knew. Granted that's not a lot. I'm not that experienced. But I knew enough about my pussy muscles and pelvic thrusts that I thought I would get him in the end. Not a prayer. Walter finished when he was good and ready. With a furious pummelling he finally shot his load deep inside my ravaged and incredibly sore pussy. Pulse after pulse swamped me. I could feel it flowing freely inside and as he pulled his massive shaft free, large amounts of his gunk followed. I was glad I didn't have to do their laundry as well. * * * * * I was surprised with myself that I didn't feel embarrassed or for that matter, guilty about what I had done. It was almost surreal, especially when Walter pulled up his pants and said, "I'll go put the kettle on then. You'll stay for a brew, Helen? "Yes...yes of course," I mumbled in response. After Walter left the room, I dressed myself under the watchful eye of Dave. He still had the shit eating grin all over his face. "That was fucking awesome Helen," he said. "I can't believe we've just done what we've done." I looked at him sideways. "Mmm, neither can I" I replied. "Anyway, before Dad comes back in, there's just the matter of the money." I could see his brain working as he tried to add up all the numbers in his head. "Let's see now. That's seventy for the blow job and that includes you taking off your tee shirt. Mmm, but you then took off your bra. So let's call that a hundred." He shrugged his shoulders when he saw the look of shock on my face. "Fairs, fair," he said. "Then there was me fondling your tits. Very nice by the way." "I didn't think you could do that sort of thing," I said. Dave smiled. "No I didn't either. Who knew!" he laughed. "So that must be worth say, another thirty, yeah?" He looked at me for my acceptance. I nodded dumbly. "But then you not only blew me but you swallowed. So lets say that's worth another fifty. So what we up to now. A hundred plus seventy plus thirty and fifty. I make that two forty, agreed?" "If you say so," I said completely bemused by now. He'd got it completely wrong but who was I to argue. It wasn't my fault he couldn't add up. I could hear the tinkle of tea cups coming from the kitchen. Walter would be back soon. "Okay and finally there's the not insubstantial fact that Dad fucked you!" I grimaced. Dave saw me. "Yeah I know. I'm sorry about that. But you did seem to enjoy it," he said brightly. He trailed off as he saw the scowl forming on my face. "Mmm. Okay. What if we call it a nice round number. How does four hundred smackers sound. What do you say to that?" My eyes opened wide. I couldn't believe it. Dave mistook my silence for refusal. "Okay, okay. Let's call it five hundred then. Is that okay with you?" "Yeah, yeah, that's fine," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. "Hand us me wallet then," said Dave. I handed it to him. I was completely dazed by the whole situation. "Here you go," Dave said, "Five hundred pounds." My hand was shaking as I took hold of the crisp new banknotes. I was officially a prostitute. * * * * * Walter broke the mood as he struggled through the door with the tea tray in his hands. "Here you go love," he said handing me the tray, "can you pour for me, I don't seem to have any strength in me at the moment. Can't understand why." I looked over to see if he was taking the piss, expecting to see a sly grin on his face. Instead I saw he was visibly tired. Not surprising really! We drank our tea in silence apart from the munching sound as we ate the digestive biscuits Walter had brought in with the tea. When we had all finished Walter got up and cleared away the pots. I got up to leave. "Can you see yourself out darlin," Walter said, "I'm going upstairs to bed. I'm knackered. See you next week?" "Yeah Walter, I'll see you next week." I replied. I turned to Dave. "Okay Dave. I'll see you next week." "Sure thing," he replied, "I'll be here. I'm not going anywhere." He laughed. It was what he said every week when I left. I was just about out of the door when he called out. I turned back to his room. "Err...about next week..." "Yes..." I replied. "Well are we going to...err...do it again...pleeaassee." "I don't know Dave, we'll have to see. I've got to go now. See you next week." * * * * * I sat in my car for a while before driving off. I turned the notes over in my fingers again and again, relishing the feeling of having that much money in my hands all at one time. It had never happened before. I worked it out that another eight weeks of...doing it...would see all the mortgage arrears and other debts cleared once and for all. So two months and we would be debt free. So that would be two months of experiencing Walter's massive cock being shoved deep inside my pussy and cumming again and again. Mmmm, I wonder... I felt a sudden surge through my body as I shuddered at the thought. My pussy twitched. If my body can stand it I might pleasure myself tonight whilst thinking about Walter and his huge cock I thought wickedly. I started the car engine and drove off.