Helen’s First Three Random Cocks

“Where are we going?” Helen asked, after her third sip from her second pint of Schnapps. “Find me a dick to suck, already.”

I had driven through Rhode Island School campus, looking for some frat boys. The only geeks I saw looked twelve years-old, and like they’d call campus security if I stopped and asked them to let my wife blow them.

Helen looked fucking amazing. Her hair was brushed and sprayed. Her big tits were barely concealed in a skimpy red loose fitting halter top. Her slim waist, belly button and the top of her wide hips were exposed. Her beautiful long legs and perfectly muscled thighs were wrapped in 3/4 length fishnet stockings on top of four inch heeled pumps.. And, on top of all that, every time she uncrossed her legs in the car her naked pussy popped out.

I kept reaching over and fingering it, but I would stop before she orgasmed, and continue to drive, as she complained and I licked her juices off my fingers.

Then, just as Helen had complained, I got a great idea.

“Downtown Providence,” I said. “I’ll get you some dicks to suck.”

I sped through the streets of Providence, and within ten minutes I pulled into the parking lot of a famous dirty book store.

This one was the least Gay of the three in the area I had visited. Sure, it had peep show booths, but the clerks kept the homos out.

The other two book stores had twinks hanging out in the booth area, asking you if you wanted a free bj.

I figured this bookstore would have a good number of horny hetero guys compared to those other two.

I parked the car and we waited.

“A fucking porn magazine shop?” Helen said, taking another swig. “What? Are you going to take pictures, too.”

“That’s not a bad idea.”

For a woman who had five kids, Helen was smoking hot. Her long brown hair was thick, wavy and looked great even when it was a mess, like earlier today.

She wore glasses, but behind them she had gigantic green eyes, and a mote of brown in her right eye, that gave her an exotic look.

Her face was gorgeous with high cheekbones and full lips, and she had a gigantic smile that was absolutely beguiling.

Her best feature, though, was her body. Helen had amazing tits. They were big and full, nearly cantaloupes, but stood at attention, making them seem even bigger. She had a very slim waste, but long wide hips, and her ass could win porn awards.

She was also tall at five foot seven, with long legs, but with very tiny hands and feet.

Dressed up as a slutty doll, with her make-up applied lightly, like she was today, she could practically make a guy ejaculate just looking at her.

She would have made a spectacular porn star. As a matter of fact, she looked an awful lot like Marilyn Chambers.

They could have passed for sisters, and Helen would have been the hotter sister.

Just then a car pulled into the lot and a man got out. I pointed at him and said, “How about him?”

Helen drunkenly ogled him. She burst out laughing.

“What?”

“He’s fat.”

“Just a bit of a pot belly.”

“And bald, too.”

“How do you know that? He’s got a baseball cap on.”

She continued to laugh. “Because he has a baseball cap on.”

I chuckled.

“But, if you say the word, I’ll blow the fat bald guy.” She took another swig.

“Okay. I’ll ask him.”

“What are you waiting for. Hurry up. He’s going inside.”

“I’ll wait until they come out, after their all horned up.”

Helen raised a brow and nodded approvingly. “Smart,” she said, “But where do we do this? In the back seat?”

I shrugged. “Maybe. I haven’t figured that out yet.”

A black van pulled in and parked. The driver headed into the book store. “What about him?”

Helen shook her head. “Gay!”

“How can you tell?”

“He’s wearing flip flops.”

“So?”

“So, he’s gay.”

“He’s attractive though,” I said. “Maybe he isn’t gay.”

Helen shrugged, smiling at something that amused her. “Maybe he’ll let you blow him.”

A pick-up truck pulled in and two hispanic guys in their early twenties stepped out and headed inside.

“You in the mood for Mexican?”

“Not in the mood.”

“Come on. Expand your horizons.”

Helen frowned and shrugged. “It’s your call, but if I puke that’s on you.”

“Okay, I guess we’ll keep them on the back burner.”

That’s when the fat bald guy walked out. He carried a bag and walked toward his car.

Helen’s eyes got wide. She spotted him first. I looked where she was looking.

She said, “How are you going to approach him? What will you say?”

I started the car and drove from my parking spot to the one next to his car, and rolled down my wife’s window. He would be getting in his car on her side.

The man glanced at us as he approached his driver’s door and unlocked his car.

“Hey, Buddy!” I shouted.

He turned, bent down to peer into the car and said, “Yeah?”

He looked a little like Tony Soprano. I smiled and said, “Hi, I’m Harry. This is my wife, Helen.”

Helen smiled politely and put out her hand. They shook.

“I have a proposal for you. My wife cheated on me last night and I caught her in the act.” Helen’s head swung around, a shocked look on her face.

She said, “You don’t have to give him our fucking life story. Just ask him if he wants me to suck his dick or not.”

“What’s your name, Sir?”

He looked alarmed. “Uh… Dominic.”

“Dominic, my friend. I just want to know if you find my wife attractive and if you’d like her to suck you off?”

He looked even more frightened. His mouth hung open as he shook his head.

Helen whacked me with the back of her hand.

Dominic said, “I’m not attracted to your wife. No, sir. Absolutely not, and I would never mess with a married lady.”

Dominic jumped into his car and practically screeched out of the parking lot.

Helen looked at me frowning and shaking her head. “You suck at this.”

“Well then you proposition the next one.”

She nodded. “Okay,” she said, “Let me show you how it’s done.”

Almost immediately, the door opened and the flip flop guy walked outside.

“Wait,” she whined, “Not the gay guy.”

“You don’t know that.”

She let out a sigh. “Okay, pull up to his van.”

I had to back across the lot, but ended up with my window to his driver’s side.

As he approached his door I got a Don Johnson vibe. He did look a little gay, but was very attractive.

I stuck my head out the window to greet him, but Helen grabbed my arm.

“Let me talk.”

As the man opened his van door, Helen said, “Hey, Handsome! You got a minute?”

The man spun around, bent over and looked into the car. He smiled back at Helen, who was flashing her movie star smile at him.

“Sure,” he said, “How can I help.”

“This man in the driver’s seat is Harry, and I’m Helen. Just so you understand, I am devoted to Harry. He’s my master and I’m his slave. Now Harry here, just had a very light hearted and fun idea, and we’d like you to hear about that idea. Are you interested?”

The man tilted his head, and then nodded. “Sure, tell me about it.”

“Harry wants me to pick up random men in this parking lot and convince them to let me… service them… orally, so he can watch. Would you, by any chance, be interested in letting me do that for you?”

Helen smiled at him so broadly and so sweetly that I wanted her to do that for me again.

The man blinked his eyes and let out a laugh. He said, “Why not go to the adult theatre on Broadway? There are plenty of men in there. About half are gay, but there are straight men, too.”

“So, you’re not interested?” Helen asked, looking a little disappointed.

“I’m sorry,” he said, dropping his head down and laughing. “I would be, I really would, you’re a beautiful woman and Harry is a lucky man, but the fact is I’m–“

“Gay!” Helen yelled, cutting him off and slapping me hard with the back of her hand. She laughed raucously at the top of her lungs. “See! I told you, Harry. I told you he was gay.”

The man looked crushed.

I winced and shrugged at the guy. “I’m sorry,” I said, “She’s been drinking.?”

“How did you know?” He asked, looking wounded and gazing at Helen for an answer.

Still pleased with herself, Helen said, “The flip flops. I spotted them and I just knew you were a homo.” Then, as she saw the man’s face drop even more, she seemed to feel bad about it. Trying to make up for it she added, “I mean, what kind of guy where’s flip flops… err… unless you’re at the beach… or in a public shower?”

“What’s your name?” I asked, holding out my hand. He took it and said, “I’m Terence.”

“Hi,” I said, giving him a firm shake, “And, for the record, I didn’t think you were gay.”

“Thank you,” he said, “I appreciate that.”

“So, I guess we’ll move on to someone else. It was a pleasure.”

“Wait,” Terence said, “I might be able to help you two… for a small fee.”

“Help us how?”

“Well, I’m a professional photographer and this is my van.” He shrugged and said, “You could entertain your random guests in my van and I could even photograph it happening.” He added, “It would also make it legal. We’d be setting up a porn photoshoot, basically.”

“Really? That sounds perfect.”

“Here,” Terence said, pulling a magazine from his bag. He handed it to me. “Some of my spreads are in there. Turn to page 26. I filmed it in a church.”

I flipped to the page and saw lesbian nuns eating each other out on an alter. “Wow,” I said, “The lighting is great.”

“Oh really? I thought it was too dark.”

“No. Not at all. Makes it look medieval or Gothic.”

Terence nodded, looking very pleased with the opinion.

Just then the two Hispanic dudes walked out. I turned to Helen and said, “Mexican is back on the menu, Babe. Go tell those two guys you want to blow them for a photoshoot in the back of Terence’s van.”

Helen looked stunned.

“Well, hurry up before they drive away.”

Helen got out of the car, not looking pleased. She approached the two Hispanic youths, waved and yelled, “Hi, boys.” Then she stumbled and almost fell, but caught herself and tried standing straight.

After a little nod to herself, she walked toward them again.

I don’t know what she said, but after only thirty seconds, the two Hispanic guys were following her toward the black van.

Both guys had excited smiles on their faces. Helen walked directly back to the car and got in, looking mortified.

She grabbed her peppermint Schnapps and guzzled it. Gasping for air after her gigantic swig, she said, “Oh, fuck! This is really about to happen.”

The two guys stopped at the back of the van, their eyes fixed on my wife.

I smirked, and asked, “What the hell did you say?”

She shrugged. “I said, I want to blow both you boys in the back of that black van. How does that sound? Then I lifted my skirt and flashed them my pussy.?” She took another quick swig.

I laughed. “Hah-ha! You’re great! And what did they say?”

“They said, fuck yeah!” Helen’s hands were shaking so hard on her bottle that I got worried.

“Are you going to be okay? Do you want to call it off?”

She looked at me and blinked. “Really? And you’ll be okay with that? You’ll forgive me?”

I didn’t know what to say. I shook my head, took a deep breath and said, “I… don’t trust you anymore, Helen. I don’t know how you can fix that. You denied me sex for years while you fucked and sucked other men behind my back. If you can’t do this… we can try counseling… I guess.”

She looked me in the eyes. “And if I do this for you will you trust me again?”

Surprisingly, the answer was yes. I nodded. “Yes, making this kind of sacrifice for my love. Yes, for some reason I would trust you again.”

“Then I’m doing it.” Her trepidation seemingly gone, Helen got out of the car and smiled her movie star smile at the two Hispanics.

Terence set up the back of his van. He used a wooden crate as a bench and placed a fire blanket on the floor.

He told Helen she could kneel on the fire blanket and told one of the Hispanic guys to sit on the crate in front of her.

He set up two video cameras, lights and had a Minolta around his neck.

When it was all set up, I told the second Hispanic to wait his turn outside and joined the trio in the van.

The Hispanic guy had just pulled his pants down and sat back down. He had an average sized uncircumcised penis, which he began jerking off in an attempt to get it hard.

I said, “Suck that Spanish cock, Helen. Help him out.”

Helen, her eyes glued to this strange dick, seemed to wake up. She shook her head once, took a deep breath, and went down. He offered her his half hard cock, and she took it in her mouth.

I instantly got hard, watching my wife sucking this strangers dick.

“Are you going to drink his cum, Helen?” I said.

She only nodded as she blew him. I said, “Tell him. Tell him how you’re going to swallow all his cum.”

Helen pulled her mouth off, stroked his cock with both hands and looked up at him. “I’m going to drink all your cum. Give it to me.”

She went down again, sucking his dick and letting out a moan as she sucked it.

“You like sucking stranger’s cocks, don’t you?” I said.

She nodded as she sucked.

Suddenly, the youth tensed up, threw his head back and cried out, “Aiii!” His hips pumped, as he ejaculated.

Terence snapped photos.

Helen kept her mouth on his cock in a tight ring.

I said, “That’s it! Catch all his cum in your mouth. Don’t waste a fucking drop.”

The youth collapsed onto the wall of the van and the crate, letting out a long sigh. “Conio!” he said, rubbing Helen’s head as she continued to suckle his penis.

She lifted her mouth off his cock, and kneeled back onto her feet.

Terence said, “Show the video camera his cum.”

Helen gasped for air and grimaced. “I already drank it.”

“That’s okay, but hold it in your mouth on the next one… before you swallow.”

Helen nodded, and blew out a breath.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She nodded, and smiled at me. “That wasn’t so bad.”

Terence directed the Hispanic guy out the back door and the other climbed in.

He pulled his pants down and sat on the crate.

I patted Terence on the shoulder. “Good job. Direct her. I’m going to recruit more cocks.”

I leaned over and kissed Helen on the forehead. I whispered, “Get a belly full of cum, Baby. I am going to fuck you so good today.”

She nodded, bent down and took the second guy’s cock in her mouth.

I exited the side door of the van and approached the first man I saw, a gigantic black dude.

I said, “Excuse me, Sir.”

He stopped, and looked back at me.

“There is an amateur porn shoot going on in that van. Random guys are being invited to get their dicks sucked and their cum swallowed for free by a gorgeous girl. It is being filmed, but that’s the only catch. Would you be interested?”

He let go of the magazine shop door. “What’s she look like?”

I walked him to the back of the van just in time to see the second Hispanic dude climbing out.

He waved into the van and said, “Gracias! Muchos Gracias! Thank you. Thank you.”

I peered in and saw Helen showing a cum filled mouth to a camera.

Terence said, “Now stare into the camera as you swallow.”

She did.

Terence looked past her to me at the back door. He gave me a thumbs up and said, “This shit is gold, guys! Video gold!”

Helen looked back at me, licking cum off her lips. I opened the door wide so the black dude could see my wife.

He nodded excitedly. “I’ll do it.”

Helen’s eyes sprang wide.

“I got a better idea,” I said, “How would you like to fuck her?”

“Hell yeah,” he said, his eyes wide and smiling broadly. “I’d love to fuck that bitch.”

“There’s a catch to that, too?”

“Condom?” He said, shrugging.

“No. No condom, but you have to pull out and cum in her mouth so she can drink it.”

He was nodding in excitement.

“Also, I have to be fucking her in the ass the whole time.”

The big black dude laughed, patted me on the back and said, “We’ll be railroad buddies. Let’s do this.”

“Railroad buddies?” I asked, shaking my head in confusion.

“Yeah, a rail on each side and she’s the train.” His raucous laughter was contagious.

Laughing and nodding, I turned my head toward Helen and Terence, who had heard this whole exchange.

Helen looked absolutely shocked, her eyes wide, and her mouth hanging open.

Terence was nodding and smiling.

I said, “Helen, Sweetheart, pick your jaw up off the floor. Take your eyeglasses off and get undressed. We’re doing this now, and we’re doing it naked.”

“But… but I thought just blowjobs.”

“Nope. You’re about to get double teamed… err, or railroaded… by me and–” I turned to the black dude. “What’s your name?”

“Meldrick.”

“You’re about to get railroaded by me and our new friend, Meldrick. Get undressed, but keep the fishnets.”

Helen looked down, just staring at the floor of the van. I grabbed the crate out of the van to make room.

Meldrick and I began getting undressed in the parking lot.

Helen wasn’t moving.

Meldrick, now shirtless and folding it neatly, wagged his head in her direction. “What’s up with her?” he asked, looking concerned.

“She’ll be fine,” I said.

Looking at my wife as she stressed over the prospect of what was coming, I said, “Helen, honey. You’ll be fine, right? I mean, getting fucked raw in a van is just another fun night out for you. Isn’t it.”

Helen’s head shot up. She glared at me with rage in her eyes. Then her face turned to stone, she set her jaw and without breaking eye contact, she began undressing.

I was hoping Meldrick would conform to the stereotype, and was not disappointed. His cock was only a little longer than mine, but it was the fattest cock I had ever seen.

I considered giving him my wife’s ass, mainly because of the reaction that would evoke. Seeing Helen take a cock that girthy in her asshole would be exciting, but after Tim was in there I had some territory to reclaim.

Plus, I knew Helen had a issue with blacks. Having a black dude fuck her seemed more intimate. She’d have to stare in his face as he used her for his sexual pleasure.

The idea of that turned me on too much to ignore.

Terence adjusted the video cameras and lights for where we would fuck my wife on the van floor.

Helen, completely naked with her glasses off, kneeled and sat back on her feet, just waiting for directions.

I laid on the floor, my head toward the rear doors. “Okay, Mel,” I said, “Lay alongside me so Helen can suck us hard.”

He laid next to me.

“Helen,” I said, “You’re up.”

My wife lurched forward, crawling toward us on her hands and knees. She continued glaring at me with that stony expression, as she crawled to Meldrick first.

Her eyes burning into mine like lasers, she picked up his big black cock and began sucking on it.

The flash on Terence’s camera bleached the van white again and again as she sucked her first black cock.

Helen continued to look at me as she worked.

“Now move to the white cock,” Terence said. “You’re spending too much time on that one.”

Helen pulled her mouth off of Meldrick’s cock and shifted over, taking mine in her mouth.

There was no Milkmaid technique. She sucked my cock like it was a chore to perform, like doing the dishes.

That had its own allure. She looked angry, but resigned to her fate. It was the exact sort of blowjob a slave would give her master, and it really turned me on.

Reluctant angry blowjobs have been a turn-on for me ever since.

When my cock was rock hard, I said, “Now spit on it, get up, turn around and feed that gorgeous ass my cock.”

Helen got up on all fours, pulled spit into her mouth, leaned forward and spit on my cock.

She spun around, pivoting on her knees, got up on her feet in a squat, and put her feet on either side of my thighs.

She squatted down, guiding her asshole toward my hard cock.

With one hand behind and one in front, holding my dick, Helen pushed her asshole onto it.