Helping the Homeless, Part I

"Who on earth are you looking for?" Elizabeth said, peeking in tents in the homeless encampment. Black Jack grumbled.

"He was here somewhere. He was too stubborn to die," Black Jack said. The last tent was the jackpot. Inside was the largest man Elizabeth had ever seen. Tall and girthy. He barely fit into the tent, curled up in the fetal position.

"We got you some soup, old timer," Black Jack said gruffly. The man grunted as Elizabeth gave him the soup and coffee. Black Jack did this, when it got too cold at night. It was a kind gesture that Elizabeth loved about him.

He ate the soup and coffee silently. Black Jack talked about what he'd heard from the other folks. His name was Horace, Black Jack told her. He was mute, but he'd been a city bus driver at one point. He was Black, thought lighter than Black Jack was. He had a heavy, scraggly beard.

"Baby," Black Jack said. "It's so damn cold. Why don't you warm up ole Homeless Horace a bit?"

Elizabeth's eyebrows raised. Horace was reclined in his tent. She reached down, her soft, manicured hands rubbing along his crotch. It felt positively primal down there, his cock long and girthy and uncut and untamed, just like the man himself. She pulled down his zipper, carefully tugging him free. She leaned down and smelled it. It was rank, just like the man itself. But she remembered the first time she'd sucked Black Jack. It was the same smell. It felt like home.

She bathed his balls in her warm spit, then sucked his cock, his breath ragged as her lips kissed up to the head of his cock. She sucked him, cleaning his cock with her perfect mouth, and she grunted as she felt Black Jack behind her. His impressive cock pushed into her pussy, and once she'd orally ministered Horace's cock to complete stiffness, he motioned at her to change positions.

Black Jack lay on his back in the tent, Elizabeth climbing on top of him. She looked uncertainly back at Horace.

"Horace just likes ass," Black Jack said, chuckling. Elizabeth felt fearful, fishing the lube out of her bag. She got herself and Horace's cock as slick as possible, and then she felt him push, inexorably.

"Oh fuck," Elizabeth squealed, her warm breath visible in the cold air. Then she felt the tip of his cock push into her. "Oh fuckkkkkkkkkkkk ..."

Black Jack squeezed her pendulous breasts. Elizabeth's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came suddenly, impaled on the two monstrous cocks. Black Jack laid back, letting Horace set the pace, and the older man was relentless, fucking her hungrily, his cock buried deep into her ass. He lurched forward, grunting only a single time as he came, thick, rich ropes seeding sweet Elizabeth's ass. She collapsed onto Black Jack, and her husband fucked her to another half dozen orgasms, leaving her comatose as they shared the tent with Horace for the night.