But instead she simply smiled at Taylor, then reached down for his erection.
Her slim fingers closed around its hardness, the skinny shaft of it jerking, and then the boy smiled nervously up at her in response. Though all five of the young boys had helped her before, in fact had helped the living hell out of her, this was still relatively new to them all. And it still made them extremely anxious.
The sex thing.
“I do know how to bake,” she told Taylor. “Would you rather I made you boys a cake next time?”
But before the startled boy could answer, Del moved quickly beside the young woman, one of his hands suddenly inside the back of her black lace crotchless panties. He gently squeezed one cheek of Honor's firm bare ass, which got a quick look back out of her.
“Is that what you'd like instead?” she asked Del, biting at her full lower lip, which suddenly seemed to be trembling. “Cookies?”
“Forget the baked goods,” he told her, then turned to the younger boy. “Taylor, not another word.”
To which the naked 9-year-old nodded guiltily.
Even at his young age, he knew he'd almost screwed it up for all of them. He pretended to suddenly be fascinated with one of the small gilt-framed pictures of a smiling teenage Honor, sitting on her dresser.
“Is that you in high school?” he asked, which got him a nasty look from Del. “You were even amazingly beautiful back then…”
“Why, thank you, Taylor,” she said. “That's so sweet of you to say.”
Del rolled his eyes behind Honor, but gave the boy an almost imperceptible nod of approval. The kid had put them back on the right track, that slippery track leading straight into Honor's fabulous cunt.
“So, Del…” she started. “What about brownies? Those are nice.”
“No cookies or cakes or brownies, please,” Del told her with a nervous laugh.
She fixed him with a knowing look.
“None?” she asked. “Don't you like sweets?”
All five boys suddenly got quiet, nervously looking to each other and clearly uncertain whether to just shut up or to actually say it out loud for her, the absolute truth to all of them, now and forever: pussy won out over cookies or cake or brownies.
Always.
But it was also and always a challenge for them to respond correctly to any questions put to them by females, an obviously unpredictable gender that easily tripped them up at every turn.
Because none of them were that familiar with women, even 12-year-old Del, especially with older women, and double especially with gorgeous older women who were standing mostly naked in front of them, willing to screw all five of them.
Again.
But at least they did recognize a very good thing when they saw it and they didn't want to mess it up.
Their chances, that is. They weren't idiots, after all.
“I like sweets, but we'd rather screw you,” Del slowly and carefully told her. “You're a better treat than brownies. Or cake or cookies. You're much sweeter. Especially your sweet little pussy. We all love it so damn much…”
And as the beautiful Honor nodded her approval with a sudden bright smile, to their everlasting gasping relief, her slender hand finally dropped down easily and took Del's hard cock.
She held it gently, then took Taylor's stiff young penis back into her other hand.
“Then you can feel free to start,” Honor told him, and then to all of them, “Screwing me, that is.”
As the oldest boy, Del's cock was the largest, no more rigidly erect than the others but almost twice as big around. The last time they'd assisted Honor, the Helper Scouts, he'd fucked her both first and last, a very quick learner.
He'd also been the first of the five boys to lick her wet pussy.
And shown a genuine talent for it, she thought, once she got him to actually get down there and just do it. After that, led by a happy and eager example, the other boys had all done it too, taking turns licking into her slippery pink cunt as if it was made of ice cream.
In actual fact, she'd actually put chocolate syrup all over her cunt, to get them started, so it really was like licking ice cream. She was creative like that.
Honor was a young woman with a very strong sex drive and, that first time they'd shown up at her door offering to give her a helping hand, it hadn't taken her long to realize she was meeting five boys who could help her.
Sexually so.
She'd actually found herself getting wet the moment she'd opened her front door and discovered them standing on her front porch.
Five handsome young Helper Scouts.
With her stressful divorce and her long working hours, she didn't get out all that much anymore, even though she knew she desperately needed a very good boinking. Or five very good boinkings.
Preferably as often as possible.
And that very morning, the two-hours of energetic attention they all gave her, helping her they called it, fucking her front and back and up and down in every position and possible combination the oversexed divorcee' could come up with, was nothing short of spectacular.
And they were helping, she let them know. Helping her have orgasms. Which helped her relax. Which helped her think and plan, after her string of orgasms, that is.
It was all just so… thorough, she decided was the word that best fit, the all around fucking they all so enthusiastically gave her.
“I love boys your age,” Honor told them, on her hands and knees with little Will's slender cock in her mouth. It was so hard it was almost vibrating with the throbbing rigidity of it. “You can fuck so many times!”
Yes, they could.
“I'm already going to come,” Will suddenly gasped.
And his rigid penis, twitching and jerking in Honor's slippery mouth, erupted like a small fountain, spurt after spurt of his very young cum filling her mouth with his warm liquid. She swallowed it gladly, savoring the sweeter taste of it compared to the more mature men she normally put out for.
Which was why she was divorced, all that putting out she'd done.
Basically, she was unable to control herself sexually whenever the merest attention was paid to her. Of course, her new husband only discovered that fact when he came home early one afternoon and caught her with the plumber.
And it wasn't even their plumber, just a fairly good-looking plumbing guy who'd been parked in the neighborhood in his plumbing truck, trying to finish his sandwich on his lunch break.
Honor had spotted him and that was that.
“I'm coming, too,” Del announced behind her. “Wow, your butt's just sucking it out of me!”
He'd been busy screwing Honor in her hot KY-lubed asshole until she was groaning with the pleasure of it, his throbbing cock easily going all the way into her anus, the way she loved it.
His hands tightened on her bare hips as he ejaculated, a river of boy-cum shooting into the hot depths of her rectum as he came.
“Del, I can feel you coming in my butt!” Honor told him, on the verge of another orgasm. “Keep fucking me-I'm going to come again, too!”
She'd had two climaxes already, both of them the squirming and panting and groaning-type, as both her quivering pussy and her lube-slick anus clamped shut on Tom and Taylor's cocks, the two boys who'd been eagerly fucking her front and back at the same time, while she sucked off little Frank.
She was a girl who loved a good sandwich. Especially with a little extra mayo down her throat.
“Ohhh, God!” she cried out, her bare tits rocking back and forth with her sudden motion as she worked her hips back into Del's crotch. “Fuck my asshole deeper! Harder! Fuck me, fuck me more!”
And he did, even thought he'd already ejaculated, giving the young woman all the pleasure he could and knowing it was required, especially if he expected to ever stick his twitchy cock up her hot asshole again.
He was only twelve but he'd already learned a great deal about women, especially oversexed women, from beautiful Honor.