4 comments/ 99551 views/ 10 favorites The Widow Porter By: espeteroh I come from the lower end of an upper middle class town. Through high school and then into college I'd gotten a pretty good lawn mowing and gardening service going. I was always expected to mow our lawn for nothing, or, if you like, because dad said so. I didn't mind. Actually I rather liked it and still do to this day. There's a quick sense of accomplishment that goes with it. But when I was a young teen and discovered people would pay me for what I was doing for nothing, well, at 14 you don't argue when you have no other income. So I built up a good business, much of it coming by word of mouth. This was also before all these "landscaping" businesses popped up that you see today. People in the 60s didn't have such a luxury unless they were fairly wealthy. When I went off to college I actually stayed home and commuted each day. So I didn't have to give up my business that was doing fairly well, I earned close to $100 a week which in those days was good money. One house I did, the Porters, was almost estate size. They had lots of flower gardens which, thankfully, they had someone come in and take care of, and then they had me cutting the grass, trimming the hedges, raking leaves, etc. Just as I was starting my freshman year in college Mr. Porter died. I gave Mrs. Porter a couple of weeks to recover, mowing the lawn in the interim without bothering her about getting paid. It was the last week in September and I'd gone almost the month without saying a thing. I'd never met her although I'd seen her at a distance a number of times and I knew she knew who I was. Mrs. Porter was a woman in her early 50s. To me, an 18 year old, she looked old but there was something else about her that was difficult for me to put a finger on. She was what was called "smart looking." She always dressed well and took care of herself. And of course she had the money to be properly coiffed. Most of the wives looked matronly but not Mrs. Porter. She had an air about her. I rang the doorbell and waited. Mrs. Porter answered the door fairly quickly and stood in front of me dressed smartly but casually. "Oh, hi Peter, I'm glad you came around. I've been so busy since my husband died and well, I don't know what his arrangement with you was but I'd like you to continue if you don't mind." Mrs. Porter was a statuesque woman as she was nearly as tall as me and I was six feet tall. She had lush reddish brown hair and green eyes. "I was relieved to hear her say that. Her house was the largest of the yards I took care of by far so it also meant the biggest portion of my income too. "So how much did Walter pay you?" For a second I thought about fibbing and upping my price but I couldn't, "He gave me $2.50 an hour." I replied looking down. "Well that seems reasonable. Listen, I'm going to need a little extra help around the house and you could be most helpful there if you don't mind." I hated the idea of housework, the first thought that came across my mind and my inclination was to decline but she was a new widow and I didn't have the heart so I said I would. "You wouldn't be cleaning or anything," she continued. "It would involve a little heavy lifting. Walter managed to collect a lot of books, among other things, and I need to get them out of the house. A box of books is just too much for me to lift." I told her I'd be happy to do it. She paid me what was owed me plus a pretty good tip. She asked if I could return the following Saturday early and I said I could. I told her I'd try to mow the lawn and rake the leaves Friday afternoon so I'd have all day Saturday to help her if she needed and she agreed. I was at Mrs. Porter's door at 8:30 the next Saturday morning. She invited me into her kitchen for coffee explaining she wasn't quite ready to start yet. So I followed her through the house to the kitchen. I was a beautiful kitchen, even by my non-expert eye. It was large with an island. It had a huge refrigerator, large stove and pots hanging from the ceiling. She motioned for me to sit at the island which I did. "What do you take in your coffee?" She asked. "Milk and sugar please." It was then I noticed that she was still in her bathrobe. She brought me a cup and poured the coffee into it. As she leaned slightly her robe separated a little to reveal some of her full breasts. I had long had a fascination with women's breasts and just because Mrs. Porter was more than 30 years my senior didn't mean I wasn't interested in seeing what she had, I was! I could see her frilly nightgown beneath the robe. It did little to conceal what I could see of her breasts. "Would you care for an English muffin?" She asked. I love English muffins, or did back then, so I said yes. "Butter or jelly?" She asked. "Butter please." It only took her a minute to make the English muffin. She placed it in front of me and sat opposite me with her coffee and muffin. As she sat down my eyes were drawn from her face down to the opening in her robe and then quickly back to her face. "Well aren't you the little devil," she said playfully although I missed the playful portion being so unawares. "I'm sorry," I said knowing I couldn't deny what I'd done and needed to stay in her good graces. "I don't mind. It's nice having handsome young fellow like you looking at an old lady like me like that. It's quite the compliment actually." I blushed at least thirty nine shades of red. Now I was embarrassed and confused. "So do you think I'm good looking?" She asked. I blushed some more and replied as if I had a stutter, "Well, yeah." "Well thank you Peter. You don't know how good that makes me feel. I'll bet you have to fight off the girls." "Well, not really," I replied. "You have a girlfriend right." "No." "Oh, I see." She sat thoughtfully for a moment. My stomach was in total turmoil by this time. She sized me up pretty well and pretty quickly and said, "so you're a shy one." "Yes ma'am." I replied. "Let's dispense with the formality. I get enough of that in the rest of my life. Call me Rita." I smiled in response. She stood up and turned sideways and asked, "So do you think I've got a good figure." I really couldn't tell but I was going to lie to her and tell her that she did when she said, "Well, how could you tell with me wearing this thing." She whisked off her bathrobe and put her hand to her stomach pulling in her nightgown. "There, so what do you think?" My eyes practically popped out of my head. Aside from my mother I had never seen a woman in her nightgown so this was new to me. Pulling in her nightgown as she did emphasized her breasts which I could now see were large and full. They were a little droopy, of course, but that was overcome by their size, at least as far as I was concerned. "Well?" She said. "You're beautiful." "Now don't get carried away. I'm 53 years old so I know I'm not beautiful any more so you can be truthful." "Well, you're really sexy." I replied honestly. "You really think so?" "Yes." "Thank you. A girl wonders you know. Walter and I hadn't had sex in over a year because of his cancer you know. Well, of course you don't know, silly me. But thank you for the compliment." Rita had given me far more information than I wanted or even knew what to do with. I did know I wanted to see her breasts and when my eyes returned to them she picked up on it quickly. "So you like breasts do you?" "Yes," I replied softly. She put her hand in her nightgown and pulled out one of her breasts. "You'd never know I was once a B cup looking at these things." This was the first time I'd ever seen a naked breast so I was mesmerized. "So what do you think?" "Nice," I said. "Well, at least I know you're telling the truth." She replied. I was confused and said, "How?" She point down to my crotch and even though I was sitting when I looked down I could see how obvious my erection was. This time I blushed at least forty shades of red. Rita took a step to me and kissed my on the cheek. She placed her hand on the side of my face and said, "It's all right. You've made my day already." I didn't say a work and she held my eyes. After another couple of moments she lowered her head again this time giving me a light kiss on the lips. I felt her quickly press her tongue to my lips and then withdraw it. She pulled away slightly and without ever taking her eyes from mine she took my hand and placed it on her breast. I had felt up a couple of my girlfriends but this was the first time I'd ever felt a naked breast and of course I loved it. Rita kissed me again only this time she pushed her tongue into my mouth. Then suddenly she said, "Ouch! Not so hard. They're sensitive," she said referring to her breasts that I'd been squeezing. I grimaced. She took me by my hand and led me to her bedroom on the upper floor. The master bedroom was large with a king size bed. I was in a bit of a trance so I didn't notice much more at that point. Rita stood me next to the bed and slowly undressed me. I had to kick off my shoes for her but she otherwise insisted upon undressing me. As she pulled down my underwear and my cock sprang into view she was quick to grasp it and then take it into her mouth. It was a day of firsts and of course this was just one of many. I was already highly aroused when she took me into her mouth and it took only a few seconds of her sucking on my cock before I felt the surge from my balls and exploded into her mouth. She didn't seem the least surprised and worked on me until she had swallowed all of my cum. "That was quick." She said with a smile. I said nothing and then she asked, "You've had sex before haven't you?" I still said nothing and then she said, "You're a virgin? Oh my. Well, maybe we should stop. I'm sure you'd like your first time to be with a girl of your choosing and age." "No! No!" I said not wanting to give up sex now that it had come to me. "Are you sure?" "Yes," I said softly. Rita pulled down the covers of her bed and then pulled off her nightgown and finally pulled me down on her bed next to her. I surveyed her lush body. I looked down at her untrimmed pussy and then back to her eyes. "We'll go slowly all right?" She said to me. I nodded my head in agreement. Rita kissed me and pulled me into her. The feel of her body against mine re-energized my deflated cock and I started getting aroused again quickly, one of the advantages of being 18. I also remember how good her hands felt as she ran them down my body and then between my legs and grasped at my balls. I had never felt anything quite so exquisite. I had had my hands on her breasts during this time but she took one of my hands and placed it between her legs and then pressed on of my fingers into her pussy. I had no idea what she wanted me to do or what I was supposed to do so I so I rubbed my finger up and down her pussy. She was incredibly wet and each time my finger hit a certain portion of her pussy she moaned and shuddered a little so I decided that what I was doing was right. After a few minutes of kissing and my playing with her pussy Rita broke our kiss and looked at me. I wondered if I'd done something wrong. In one move she grabbed my cock and rotated herself up so her hips were right above mine. While still holding my cock she slowly lowered herself and as the tip of my cock came into contact with her pussy she let go and very slowly lowered herself onto me. Even though I had no idea what a pussy should feel like on my cock I knew at that moment I loved the feeling. Rita placed her hands on my chest as she slowed fucked me. As she fucked me Rita said, "you don't know how good your cock feels in me. It's been too long." I could feel the cum building up in my cock and I was afraid that I was going to come again too quickly. But Rita took my of that when she asked, "does my pussy feel good on your cock?" "Yes," I gushed. "Tell me." "Huh?" I replied a bit confused. "Say it. Tell me it feels good." "Your pussy feels good on my cock." I knew my answer was a bit stiff but it was my first time. "Do you like fucking me?" "Yes." "Tell me." I decided to put more behind it and said, "I love fucking you Rita." The Rita did something that surprised me. She lowered herself a little while she continued to fuck me and said, "suck on my tit." Her breast was right in my face and I took her nipple into my mouth. I gently sucked on her nipple until she said, "harder." I wasn't sure exactly what she meant so I just sucked on it harder and she began to moan a little more. "Now bite it a little." I did as she said and gently nibbled on her nipple. She moaned, "That's it, bite my titty." She said that for a little while and then started saying, "harder." I bit down on her nipple a little harder and she repeated herself. I bit down even harder certain that I would hurt her but she moan with pleasure. "Pull the nipple out as you bite it," she commanded me. I was at a point I would have done anything she wanted. All the while she had fucked me a little faster and then a little faster still until finally she was slamming her hips into mine. I thought for certain my cock would pop out but she maintained perfect control. The suddenly I felt the surge from my thighs and balls and up through my cock. "Are you going to cum?" She asked. "Yes," I mushed out. "Yes, cum in me. I want to feel your cum in my cunt." I couldn't believe the language she was using but at the same time it excited me even more if that were possible. "Do you want to feel me cum on you too." At that point all I could do was grunt out a yes. As I started to moan out an "oh! oh!" as I started to cum in Rita I could feel her pussy suddenly grasp as my cock and then I felt what was like water pouring down over my cock and balls. I exploded into her pussy and as I did I could feel my cock pulsing in her pussy. I was throwing my hips up to meet with her descending pussy. I only knew I wanted to be as deeply in her as I could be. Long after I had ceased cumming Rita massaged my cock with her pussy. I thought I could almost hear her purring as she did this and she was able to keep me hard for quite some time. It amazed me. Then finally she fell to my side and kissed me and hugged me. We lay there silently for the longest time although I couldn't resist caressing her breasts again. It was all so new to me and I didn't want it to stop. We didn't get dressed that entire day but by mid afternoon Rita claimed I'd rubbed her pussy very sore with my cock. I told her I thought I loved her but she assured me that I didn't. We did become lovers however and we got together almost every Saturday and Sunday for months. My mother once commented she thought it odd that I spent so much time over there but I assured her that Rita had lots of things for me to do. Rita had become my teacher as well as my lover. She showed me the many ways to read a woman and how to treat her so she'd want to do just about anything for me. Rita insisted I continue to date girls my own age and when I protested that she said that if I didn't she would not be able to see me any more. So occasionally I dated someone my own age and when the question of having sex with one of these girls came up Rita said that it was up to me but she thought it would be a good idea for me to have sex with other women. I didn't know what to make of such a woman and he actions definitely colored my thinking in the years to come in a very positive way. One of the most memorable things about our relationship was that I could never do anything wrong. That's not to say I didn't make mistakes, I did, and lots of them, but Rita was always understanding and always took the time to explain things to me. In less than a year's time she took me from being a shy retiring boy to a confident young man. She was also good about helping me keep my grades up in my first year of college. She was a Radcliffe grad and my freshman courses for the most part were easy for her. I used that as an excuse with my parents, not that I really needed one, to visit her many times. And speaking of my parents, it wasn't lost on me that I was bedding a woman who was almost 15 years older than my own mother! For what ever reason, though, she never struck me as the mother figure. Rita kidded me more than once about being a "kept man" although she had to explain to me what that meant the first time she said it. She always kept work and play separately. She paid me as I did the lawn mowing and other odds and ends. But then she was also always buying me gifts. I felt guilty about taking the gifts at first but she explained that it made her feel good. In the spring Rita started talking about spicing up our sex life. As had been the case before she had to explain what that meant and gave me certain books to at least look through, such as, the Kama Sutra. The Story of O, which shocked me, and others. She reassured me that she did expect I'd want to do everything I read but that it was good for me to understand the wide range of sexual situations that existed. When I asked her what she had in mind she simply winked and said I'd find out soon enough. I did. The Widow Porter Ch. 02 The summer between my freshman and sophomore years of college was interesting to say the least. As the growing season started Rita made a proposition to me. She told me to figure out how many hours a week during the summer months I worked on other houses and she'd employ me for the same amount of time. I loved the sound of the idea but something about said I should refrain from taking her up on her idea, at least not entirely. Our compromise was for me to keep two of my smaller jobs outside her house and she'd make up the difference. She assured me that the amount of actual work I'd do for her would go up but that I'd also have more "free time." It was too good of a deal to pass up plus I really didn't mind her motivation of course. It was nice too because she'd have some work she wanted done on the house, something older houses need a lot of, and when they guy she'd contract to do the job would show up she'd make me the point of contact and leave it up to me to see that the work was done the way she desired. I balked at it a little at first because as I told her I had no idea how to do the work involved. She assured me that she'd tell me exactly the way she wanted something to turn out and then it'd be my job to see that that happened. Rita was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and there were a couple of times I'd said the job was done and she'd come in behind me and say it wasn't exactly what she wanted. Then I'd have to bring back the guy who'd done the work and see to it that it was fixed. That caused me a little anxiety at first but I got through it all right. In early June she wanted me to attend a rather formal affair at the country club with her. She told me she wanted certain people to see a young man on her arm that evening and make them jealous. I can't say that I was all that interested in going to a party where there were a bunch of "old people" and have to listen to elevator music all evening but there was something appealing about it too. My town's country club was a huge status symbol and since my parents and Rita's friends ran in entirely different circles I didn't expect to see anyone there I'd know. Rita had me rent a tuxedo. She wore an evening gown that a woman of her early 30s might wear, low cut in the rear and low enough cut in the front to show off her ample cleavage. The thing was, she looked really good in it and quite elegant. Back then the drinking age was 21 so this was before the legal age retreated to 18 for a number of years. But when you are at a private club with someone like Rita it's unseeming to question a person's desires so when Rita asked me what I wanted to drink I immediate said California Port Sherry. The waiter returned with it without question. The evening was ostensibly so raise money for the town's "Garden Club" which was ostensibly to town beautification but which Rita told me was simply a euphemism for the town's rich busy bodies to gossip and strut. Rita informed me that as distasteful as she found such an event because it was so contrived she was always able to use it as leverage for other items she had on her agenda. I never asked, nor did she offer, what that agenda was mostly because I really wasn't interested. Years later, however, I found out she was a heavy weight in the town's historical commission and worked rather tirelessly on getting ordinances passed dealing with the preservation of the town's history. Mostly I sat and listened in on the various conversations she had and said a lot of "nice to meet you" sorts of things but didn't offer much else. It was around 10:30 when Rita said she wanted to talk to someone in was sitting off in a corner and asked me to accompany her. She put her hand lightly on my upper arm as we walked over there and saw to it that her breast pressed into me any number of times along the way, more than enough to arouse me. The effect would have been complete when we got there but I was surprised by who was sitting there. "Well good evening Peter," the man said. "I didn't expect to see you here." That was a real understatement for me. The man sitting in the corner with his wife was our family physician, Dr. Julius Feldman. He was a man in his mid-60s then. He was part of the dying breed of general practitioners and had been the doctor who'd delivered me at birth and then acted as both my pediatrician and our family's doctor. I was sure this would get back to my parents and I'd be answering to my mother the reason I was at a country club event that I hadn't bothered to inform her of. That never happened though. As it turned out Rita and Dr. Feldman were of a mind and I'm pretty sure had much the same agenda. When we were returning to our table Rita said to me, "You know, ten years ago he wasn't allowed to be a member here." I couldn't imagine why a man I'd always thought of as a prominent member of the community would be desired membership in anything. Rita explained, "He's Jewish and time was Jews and Catholics couldn't join a lot of things around town." I expressed my surprise at this revelation and Rita assured me that small town politics could be rather nasty. She told me that if you kept your ears open to what was going around in time you could figure out what drove people and why they did certain things. "I want you to meet a dear friend of mine." She said this just before we got back to our table and took me to another table where a woman was sitting alone." "Helen, I'd like you to meet Peter." We exchanged greetings and then Rita said, "Helen's my partner in crime so to speak." I looked at her not understanding and she saw this. "Listen, why don't you talk to Helen while I go powder my nose." Rita didn't wait for a response and left immediately. I was about to sit down when Helen said, "this is one of my favorite songs. Will you honor me with a dance?" The event had called for a small band that mostly played songs from the 40s that I'd never heard of. Curiously the song the chose to play at that moment was the first I'd know as it was rather recent, "Moon River," a song from the movie "Breakfast At Tiffany's" Helen was much like Rita in that she didn't wait for an answer. She got up and took my hand almost leading me to the dance floor. There was absolutely no one dancing nor had there been for most of the evening so my level of self-consciousness rose greatly. Helen, Rita's "dear friend" as she called her, was a woman some twenty years younger than Rita and actually quite stunning looking. I guess you'd call her a slight woman, standing maybe five four and weighing all of 110 pounds but a beautiful face, long brown hair that she was wearing up that evening and a mouth that looked absolutely seductive. As we started to dance I said, "won't your husband mind us dancing?" I assumed everyone who was even a few years older than me was also married. Helen smiled and said, "I'm a widow." "Oh, I'm so sorry," I said feeling I'd spoken out of turn. "You don't know do you?" Helen said still smiling. "You must be about the only person in town who doesn't then. You see, I married a man quite a number years older than me," she paused briefly and then said, "a lot of years, and he died two years ago from emphysema. We were only married for a little over 5 years and everyone had said I'd married him for his money." Then something came to me and I said, "You're Mrs. Bradford?" "That'd be me," she replied with a smile. "So you have heard of me?" "Um, yeah." We had been dancing at arm's length until then and she pulled me very close to her and whispered in my ear, "Well, don't believe everything you hear." It was then I felt Helen's leg press between mine and into my crotch. "But you're everything Rita's told me about you." I thought what was between Rita and I was secret but could only express my shock with a response of, "Really?" "Don't worry," she breathed heavily into my ear, "your secret's safe with me. Besides, Rita and I are best of friends." I felt Helen's hand on my back press a little more firmly into me and I thought I felt her kiss me next to my ear but I've never been certain. What I did know is our little dance had been extremely arousing and by the time the song had ended I was totally erect. When we headed back to her table I saw Rita sitting there waiting for us. I felt like I had been disloyal and became nervous. When we sat down Rita said, "Peter, I was talking with Helen yesterday and told her how helpful you've been to me." Now from my conversation with Helen I wasn't sure Rita hadn't told Helen of our relationship. "I was thinking maybe you could help her out a little too." I stammered, "Well, I guess so." It was at that moment Rita put her hand on my thigh and ran it up to my crotch. Her hand covered my erection. She rested it there for only a second before removing it. Rita gave no indication that she was bothered by what she had found and continued having a light conversation with Helen. When Helen excused herself for a minute Rita said, "So you found Helen attractive?" I felt I was busted, lowered my head and said, "Yeah." "She's really beautiful isn't she?" Rita's statement was unexpected but allowed me to say, "yeah, really." Rita put her hand on my cock and said, "I know." Rita's brazenness in public surprised me particularly in this rather stiff crowd. She winked at me and said, "I told Helen we'd give her a ride home." "Okay," I said looking a little confused. Rita picked up on my confusion and said, "Helen thinks she's had a bit too much to drink so she asked if we'd take her home." I hadn't noticed Helen drinking at all or that she seemed even a little tipsy but I also recognized this as one of those responsible adult things people do so I didn't question it. "Helen'll meet us at my car," Rita said as she stood and took my hand as we left the room. I saw more than one person take notice of our hand holding. Just as we reached her car Rita wrapped her arms around me and started kissing me. Well, being an average hormonal male of my age it took me about two seconds to get lost in her kiss. Rita was a fabulous kisser. She liked to very lightly rub her lips over mine when we kissed and this always sent goose bumps down my back and instantly aroused me if I weren't already so which was seldom the case actually. I was still a teenager, of course, and part of kissing for me was fondling the woman's breast which I did almost as soon as we started kissing. Rita always responded strongly to this by moaning and moving her chest against my hand as if to encourage me more. I really wanted to have my hand on her naked breast and although I briefly tried her gown was such that it proved too awkward although it was at that precise moment while I was trying that Helen happened upon us. "Come on you two, get a room," Helen chided us. Rita stopped kissing me but didn't pull away at all and just turned her head to Helen and said, "That is the plan." I was somewhat surprised by Rita's response and saw a smile come across Helen's face. Rita took a step away from me and I opened the car's door for her. I was surprised when she said, "Peter, would it bother you greatly if I sat in the back with Helen?" It didn't even though I was a little surprised so I opened the rear door for the two women and they got in. Being the young letch I was I looked down each of their gowns as they got in, Rita first and then Helen. Helen caught me looking but only responded with a smile. "So which way?" I asked as I didn't know where Helen lived. "We're going to stop by my house first. There's something I want to show Helen there." As we started out the two women engaged in a little girl talk about who was at the function we'd just left and their opinion of these various people. After a couple of minutes I didn't hear them talking and when I looked in the rear view mirror I saw them engaged in a rather deep kiss. Of course I enjoyed the view and was surprised but not because I didn't think it was something Rita would do but rather because when we'd discussed her sexual feelings towards other women she had shrugged it off as something that might interest her but not very high on her sexual priority list. Rita caught me staring into the mirror, smiled and said, "Peter please try to watch the road a little more. I wouldn't be too pleased if we were to get into an accident." I kept my eyes on the road as much as I could but I'd never seen anything like what was going on in the back seat so it was difficult. Their kisses weren't long and drawn out but even so it was easy to see they didn't lack for feeling. It was also easy to see that Helen was the more aggressive of the two women as she freely ran her hands over Rita's body as they kissed. I could tell, though couldn't explain, that there was something decidedly different about the way these women kissed each other as opposed to the way Rita and I kissed. I know I drove a little faster than I should have but I wanted in on what was happening and I knew that wouldn't happen until after we got home. After I parked the car in the garage Rita and Helen got out and Rita took my hand as we headed toward the house. Helen surprised me by taking my other hand and when Rita glanced down she smiled at this. I had no idea what these women had in mind but I couldn't have cared less either. Until that evening my fantasy world extended no further than whatever pretty woman was in my line of sight and things like what was happening that evening hadn't even hit my radar let alone my fantasies. Once in the house Helen excused herself again and I said, "Should I go?" Rita gave a quick laugh and said, "Of course not." "But I don't know what to do," I confessed. "This is a first for all of us." Her admission didn't surprise me. "So what are we going to do?" I asked dumbly. "Have fun," Rite replied with almost a giggle to her voice. When Helen returned we quickly made our way up to Rita's bedroom. Her bedroom over the months that had passed had become a very comfortable place for me to live out my sexuality but now with the introduction of Helen it didn't feel quite so comfortable. Rita kissed Helen when we got there and then turned to me and asked, "Do you find Helen attractive?" I really didn't understand what she was getting at because it seemed like she was repeating a question she'd asked me earlier in the evening. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Do you find her beautiful, sexy." "Well of course!" I replied strongly. "Why don't you kiss her then." I was a little surprised by her suggestion. I didn't need to be told twice. I kissed her but it was Helen who immediately became aggressive as she pushed her tongue into my mouth and then I felt her hand slide down my body and squeeze my cock. "Rita, I'm so jealous of you," Helen said when she broke our kiss. Rita suggested we all get undressed and where we were each formally attired it would be easier if we undressed ourselves but she suggested I go first while they watched. I wasn't too fond of that idea as it hit on my self-consciousness but then I was so aroused by the situation presenting itself I wasn't about to complain either. I quickly undressed as the women stood watching closely. Once naked Rita suggested I sit on the bed while they undressed. Helen went first and I was surprised at how quickly her gown fell to her feet. She stood there for a moment in panties and a half bra. Though she stood only about five four her legs seemed long and were definitely beautiful. I think also because she was otherwise so thin that her breasts seemed larger than they were. I was mesmerized watching this beautiful women disrobe. After she removed her bra she pushed her panties down and I was surprised to see that her pussy was cleanly shaven. I guess this surprised Rita as well because she said, "Oh Helen, look at you!" When Helen didn't respond immediately Rita continued by saying, "I like it. Maybe I should do that too." Rita quickly followed Helen's lead and undressed herself. Each took the time to hang up her evening gown although they did leave their under clothes lying where they dropped. When Rita finished undressing she took Helen in her arms and kissed her. As I sat on the bed watching this wonderful scene I felt certain that even without further stimulation I was going to come all over myself. When they broke their kiss Rita said to Helen, "I want to be just like you." A little confusion came over Helen's face so Rita continued, "I want to be shaven down there. Will you do it for me." Helen quickly replied, "I'd love to." We retreated to the bathroom. Rita got out her shaving gear and sat on the edge of the bath tub. I watched as Helen took a face cloth and rubbed Rita's pussy with warm water." I stared at Rita's pussy as Helen first clipped the longer hair off with a pair of scissors and then covered her already damp pussy with shaving cream. She very carefully worked the razor over Rita's pussy using her fingers to push and pull at the skin of her pussy. I looked up briefly to Rita's eyes and say that she had closed them and was moaning very softly as Helen shaved her. It took Helen a good five minutes to shave Rita. She had used the face cloth to wipe away any remain shaving cream and loss hair and then inspected her very carefully for stubble. She repeated ran her fingers gently over Rita's pussy and having done so would reshave those portions she was dissatisfied with. Finally Helen turned to me and asked, "Would you care to closely inspect her and see that I've done a good job?" "Sure," I replied and quickly moved between Rita's legs and looked closely at her pussy. I ran my fingers over her a couple of times and found nothing. "Fingertips aren't nearly so sensitive as a tongue," Rita said to me. "Why don't you check it with your tongue." I willingly complied and ran my tongue over the outsides of her pussy. Rita moved such that my tongue went between her pussy lips and I tasted her very wet and aroused pussy. "Maybe you should use that technique to compare my pussy with Helen's" Rita said. I looked up and over to Helen. She was smiling and so I moved between her legs and ran my tongue all over her pussy and finally pushed slightly inside it as well. One thing I noticed was how much lighter Helen's scent was from Rita's although both were wonderful. When I looked back up towards Rita she suggested we all move back to the bedroom. She glanced down at my cock and commented how I looked ready to "go off" at any moment. I assured her such was the case. As the three of us settled down onto the bed Rita said, "I want to see you fuck her." She paused and then said, "if that's alright with you Helen." "Of course it is!" Helen quickly replied with a big smile. As I got between Helen's legs Rita amused herself by playing with Helen's breasts and giving her a series of short light kisses. As I took my cock in my hand aiming it towards Helen's pussy Rita moved slightly and said, "Go slowly. I don't want to miss a thing." I couldn't imagine what she could possibly miss but complying with such a request seemed such an easy thing to do. As I slowly parted Helen's pussy lips with my cock that little bit of pressure caused her to moan and move her hips upward slightly which pushed me quickly into her. I was afraid of two things, that I'd disappointed Rita because it had happened quickly and because I would come extremely quickly I was so aroused. As I pulled my cock out of Helen I moaned, "I don't think I can hold it." Rita smiled and said very softly in a very understanding voice, "it's all right, the night is young." I slowly pushed my cock back into Helen resolute on restraining myself. I had only stroked my cock in and out of her pussy half a dozen times when I knew I couldn't hold on any longer and said rather loudly, "I'm gonna come!" The Widow Porter Ch. 02 Rita's sole response was to move as closely as she could to where my cock was entering Helen and as I yelped that I was coming I could hear her softly saying, "yes, yes." I had exploded into Helen about as strongly as I'd ever done and even though I had sped up fucking her slightly while I was coming in her I slowed down as soon as I stopped. Rita of course noticed this and without saying a word put her hand around the base of my cock urging me out of Helen. Helen's hot wet pussy was then replaced by Rita's hot wet mouth as she greedily sucked on my cock. She gently squeezed my balls as she sucked my cock, ran a single finger up to my ass and then squeezed my balls again. She didn't suck me for very long before she urged me to move from between Helen's legs. Once I had moved Rita got between Helen's legs and started licking Helen's pussy. She'd run her tongue over her pussy and then look up slightly, push and prod Helen's pussy lips with her fingers and then lick her some more. I could see her licking up the cum I had deposited there. After about a minute she lifted her head and said, "This seemed so dirty I just couldn't resist." Helen moaned, "Oh please don't resist." A knowing look came to Rita's face and she returned to licking Helen's pussy. Helen was squirming noticeably beneath Rita and I could tell that she was close to coming. Rita paused once again just long enough to tell Helen to suck my cock. I moved so Helen could do this as Rita returned to licking Helen's pussy. My cock, although not entirely soft, was a long way from being aroused. Helen had only taken my cock into her mouth for a few moments when I felt it getting hard again and quickly. This was obviously very arousing for Helen as well. Between her muffled moans and grinding her hips into Rita's face it was obvious she was about to come. Helen briefly sucked on my cock a lot faster and then let it go as she yelled out, "oh my God I'm coming!" Rita was holding Helen by her hips as she continued to lick away at her pussy. She was concentrating on Helen's clit which on that day I learned how central it could be to the female orgasm. As I saw Helen peak and come I assumed she'd quickly calm down but Rita didn't stop licking and sucking Helen's pussy and then suddenly Helen was yelling, "Oh my God I'm coming again!" This time I briefly saw disbelief in Helen's face which was quickly replaced by her rapturous pleasure. Rita went on eating Helen for several more minutes bringing Helen to I can't remember how many orgasms but she only stopped when Helen begged her to stop saying that it hurt, that she had become way to sensitive down there. When Rita did stop I was ready to lay back with her when Rita surprised me by saying, "I think you should put that thing in me now." She grabbed my still hard cock and rubbed it a couple of times. I eagerly complied. As I quickly pushed my cock into Rita she cautioned me to go slowly again so I immediately slowed way down. Even as arousing as this three some was I felt I could hold off coming much longer this time. But then Helen did something I didn't expect. She got up from the bed and knelt behind me. She lightly embraced me from behind but even so I could of course feel the crush of her breasts against my back and that sent me to a new level of arousal. As I continued to fuck Rita Helen gently ran her hands up and down the front of my body. A couple of times she reached down to where my cock was entering Rita's pussy and felt us there. When did that I commented that I thought I was going to come. Helen rather quickly got up from behind me and slapped me sharply on my ass. I stopped fucking Rita momentarily and asked her what that was for. Helen told me not to think about it and to just keep on fucking Rita. When I looked down at Rita she just smiled back up at me without comment. I started fucking her again and Rita urged me to fuck her a little faster and harder which I did. Several more times Rita urged me to fuck her harder to the point where you could hear our hips slapping against each other. But I noticed how that one little pause had caused my arousal to go down just enough so I could fuck Rita longer. Helen had moved back along side Rita in a reclining way and was running the tips of her fingers over Rita's breasts paying particular attention to her nipples. As she did that she switched from looking at Rita's breast to looking into her eyes and then up at my eyes. As it became obvious that Rita was going to have her orgasm Helen said to me in a rather strong way, "That's it Peter, fuck that bitch. Fuck her hard! Make the bitch beg for your cock." She said these things over and over again. It was too much for either of us to take and when I yelled out, "Oh fuck I'm coming!" Rita yelled out the same thing. I couldn't believe how hard or how much I came in Rita's pussy and although it was quite so much as I had earlier in Helen it was still pretty strong. As I was coming in Rita I saw Helen grabbing Rita's nipples and pulling them so much they stretched way out from her body. I thought it must have hurt her a lot but later Rita told me it was the most erotic thing anyone had ever done to her and she loved it. Although we rested after that for a while we fucked some more later. I fucked each of the women one more time. I didn't come in Rita but after I switched over to Helen I did come a little bit in her although my orgasm wasn't anywhere near what the earlier ones had been. Rita claimed she couldn't fuck any more that her pussy was throbbing from all the sex and she was actually rather worn out. My mind said to get them to continue but I realized that it wasn't going to happen. "Helen, I didn't know you had this in you," Rita commented. "Darling, there's so much you don't know about me," Helen replied with a grin. "Then you must certainly teach us," Rita replied with a broad smile. The "us" wasn't lost on me and although I asked her what she meant by that Helen said I'd find out soon enough. I could hardly wait.