2 comments/ 10789 views/ 11 favorites A Helping Hand Ch. 01 By: brans This is my first story here and it's going to be an ongoing saga, so bear with me. Please feel free to review with praise or criticism. All characters are 18+ years old. ***** Ellie and Samantha had gone to a temporary bazaar a few blocks down from Sam's house. The bazaar had just appeared one day-no advertisement. Ellie loved places like that. The stalls had strange goods and they were having fun, wandering and looking at the wares. There were so many interesting things: a clock with no hands, wooden carvings depicting the phases of the moon, and several small carvings of animals they didn't recognize. The best friends were both seniors in high school, recently 18-years old. The shy Samantha was of mixed Asian heritage. She had soft features and doe-like eyes. She had recently developed sizeable breasts that were an endless source of embarrassment for her. The blonde-haired Ellie had been tall gangly for as long as she could remember, but the past year had transformed her lanky awkwardness into a willowy grace that she was still getting used to. Her breasts were small but perky. They curved upwards a little when she stood naked in front of the mirror. The two girls wandered up to a table. On the table was a wax figure of a woman's hand. "Hello!" Ellie waved at it. She giggled, a beaming smile covering her sweet face. The hand was locked in a glass case. Samantha laughed and waved at it too. "I'm sure it's perfect when you need a hand around the house," said Ellie, laughing. An exotic woman walked over. She was dressed oddly-she had a on a dress that was simultaneously chaste and provocative. Ellie hadn't seen one like it before. It covered her front, but her sides were bare-you could see from armpit to hip. "So you have found the hand of hands," she said, smiling. Ellie asked "What can you tell us about it's, er, features." Across from her, Samantha was struggling to keep a straight face. The woman didn't seem to notice that the two girls were mocking her. "It is the helping hand. It is the hand of hands. If you touch it, then forever after it will help you when you need assistance." She arched a brow and smiled. Ellie was struggling to keep in her laughter. "What sort of assistance?" she managed to ask. "Anything you desire," said the exotic woman mysteriously. "It moves with soft touches and little strength, but I assure you it is enough." "That sounds very...impressive," said Ellie. "Thanks." "Of course, it is my job to tell you these things," said the woman. "I hope your day is pleasant." She wandered off to speak with other customers. "Well we have to touch it now, of course," said Ellie. "I don't know..." said Samantha. "It's probably behind the glass because it's fragile or something." "Oh come on," said Ellie, "where's your sense of adventure." And she walked over to the case. Samantha followed nervously. Ellie lifted the lid off of the case and reached in. She shook the hand with a business-like face. "A pleasure to meet you, Hand," she said. Samantha, emboldened, did the same. "It's good to meet you, sir," she said. "I'm sure our acquaintance will be a pleasant one." The exotic woman, who didn't appear to be listening, smiled. -- The girls had stopped by Marvin's, a local burger joint, for dinner. They had ordered a burger a piece and were enjoying them at a booth in the corner. Samantha had just taken a sip of her soda when a tall woman walked in, wearing a short summer dress. Samantha did not think of herself as a lesbian. No way. The lovely half-asian girl had a strict upbringing and would never consider that. But...that didn't mean she wasn't able to see beauty. The woman leaned on the counter to order and her skirt rode up, revealing a long section of slender leg. Sam stared intently at her rear and the flare of her hips, hidden just below the hemline. And her dress was so floaty...it seemed to be edging higher of its own accord... Something touched her. Samantha nearly jumped out of her skin. She yelped, attracting the attention of nearby diners. She felt something touching her...down there. It was stroking her, not unpleasantly. She hurriedly excused herself to the bathroom. Safely in a stall, she hiked up her skirt and looked inside her blue bikini-style panties. The only thing there was, well, what she expected. Her shaved treasure. But she could swear that someone was still touching her. Looking closer, she couldn't find a source of the stroking she felt. 'I must be imagining it,' she concluded. She dropped her skirt and went back to the booth, puzzled. "Everything okay?" asked Ellie through a mouthful of burger. "Yeah," said Sam, with a thumbs-up, "all good." But everything was not fine. The the phantom stroking continued inside her panties. "So what do you want to do tonight?" asked Ellie. "I was thinking maybe we could go back to my place." "That would be fun," said Sam. Despite her confusion at the situation, the invisible hand was doing a great job of arousing her. It seemed to know just where to stroke to... "Yeah, the pool should be open so we could go for a swim," said Ellie. You could borrow a suit from me." "Sounds great. Let's do it," said Sam. Despite herself, she couldn't help but picture Ellie in a swimsuit. The slender blonde would be covered by a few thin slips of fabric. Her perky breasts would strain against the small top in the... Across from her, Ellie suddenly clutched at her chest, eyes wide. "Sam," she whispered, "my bra just popped." "Oh my gosh," whispered Sam. "Can you make it to the bathroom?" She was horrified and fascinated by her friend's situation. "Crap," said Ellie, fumbling with her front. By now, a group of construction workers nearby were looking at her. "It's a strapless," she hissed. The bra had fallen to her belly under her thin white shirt. Her small, upturned breasts were softly framed by the top. Her nipples pressed through the cloth very visibly. The pale, willowy girl blushed a bright red. The stroking Samantha felt down below intensified. She sighed involuntarily and squirmed in her seat. The construction workers were all watching now, smiles half suppressed on their faces. Ellie made a run for it. She pulled the bra out from the bottom of her shirt and briskly walked past the construction workers and to the bathroom. Samantha sat for a few minutes, squirming at the soft, delicate, invisible touches. They began to roam, first caressing her thighs, and then trailing up her belly, around the sides of her torso...she closed her eyes... "Let's go," said Ellie, returning from the bathroom. Her bra was back in place, but she was still blushing brightly. - The stroking hadn't abated during the car ride back, and by the time they reached the house Sam was very wet down below. She wasn't thinking clearly at all, following Ellie in a haze of arousal. "Try this one," said Ellie. Ellie held out a small, striped bikini. Sam looked at it sluggishly and took it. "You okay?" asked Ellie. "Yeah," said Sam. "Just tired." She rubbed her soft, brown legs together unconsciously under her skirt. "Well, go try it on in there," said Ellie, gesturing to the bathroom. Sam went in and shut the door, locking it. She slowly took off her clothes to try on the suit. First her blouse. Then her loose black skirt. Then she popped the clasp on her large black bra, and her large chest felt free. Finally, she slipped off her panties and was naked. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her small nipples stood firmly at attention on her full breasts. She could see her swollen sex down below. Without thinking, she touched vagina lightly. Tingles shot through her and she nearly sank to her knees. Coming from a strict household she had never masturbated before. The new sensations washed over her and left her unable to think. The invisible touches trailed up her torso and began touching her full, breasts. The half-asian girl sighed. The pleasure flooded through as she rubbed herself, and felt herself rubbed by the phantom hands. Her eyes rolled back. Her breathing came faster and faster. "Does it fit?" called Allie through the door. "Unnnngggg," grunted Sam, partly in lust, partly in surprise. She put her hands to her side involuntarily, trying to hide what she had been doing. "Okay, good. Meet me out here when you're done changing." Sam couldn't believe what had come over her. She was a good girl...she didn't do this sort of thing. But despite her shock, she lowered her hand again and leaned back against the wall. Soon, she needed to use the other hand to cover her mouth. Small mewing sounds escaped her as she neared orgasm. She rubbed herself faster and faster. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, hand working at her vagina while her large breasts swayed in time with the rocking of her hips. 'You're a bad girl,' was the last thought she had before her mind exploded in a shower of fireworks, her wide hips thrusting wildly into the air. -- 'It was going to be a tight fit,' thought Sam. Ellie was much less endowed than she was. The striped bikini was far too small. It couldn't wrap all the way around her full breasts, so a tiny crescent of boob poked out of the bottom. The panties were similarly tight. They ground into her vagina when she walked. And the back would give her a wedgie instantly when she started walking, leaving her smooth brown butt on display. At least the phantom hand had stopped rubbing her and she could think clearly. She blushed again, thinking about what she had done, not minutes ago. She strode out of the bathroom to meet Ellie in the kitchen. To Be Continued... A Helping Hand Ch. 01 "Oh fuck yes!" Kay moaned expectantly. "Yes please baby! Finger-fuck both holes! And suck my cunt!" Once again, we both watched secretly as Linda stood there in the hallway watching us, listening. And though she had worn actual pajamas this time, she had unbuttoned the top allowing her breasts to be semi-exposed, and certainly accessible as she stood fingering her rock-hard nipples, all the while once again sliding her other hand down the elastic waist band of her bottoms as she stood fingering herself in much the same way I was no doubt doing to her sister. With the openness that Kay and I shared, it wasn't uncommon for us to discuss fantasies, desires and such while in the throes of pleasure. We did that often in fact, but ever since Linda's arrival, it had been one of the few things we hadn't actually indulged in. So it was that I was caught a little off guard by Kay's unexpected comment. "Baby?" "Yeah?" "Tell me a naughty...dirty fantasy of yours." For a moment I wasn't sure what the hell to say. "Now?" "Yeah...now, but I want you to be fucking me while you do it," she added on a whim. "Ah...ok, how do you want it?" I noticed as we began changing positions that Linda had of course disappeared. But I also suspected that she was just behind the wall waiting on us. I took that moment to whisper as quietly as I could. "Where are you going with this?" I asked as softly as possible. "Just say something about being watched...about how much it turns you on to think about someone watching us fuck!" Kay told me. "Don't you think that will be a bit obvious?" I asked. "No...not under the circumstances. Not really. And even if she does suspect, or wonder...the fact we keep going, keep talking about it will make her really wonder about a lot of things don't you think?" We quickly got into one of our favorite positions, doggy-style, but with both of us facing towards the perfectly placed TV set. Sure enough, moments later, Linda reappeared. "So...tell me baby, tell me. What makes you hot thinking about? What really turns you on?" "Fuck honey...being watched I guess. Sometimes I imagine that someone is watching us as I fuck you, or as you suck me. I like the idea that they are, that its turning them on, getting them just as horny as I am, as we are as they watch us. I can see them in my mind, playing with themselves, touching themselves, wondering what it feels like as I kneel here, thrusting this big hard cock deep inside that slippery wet fucking cunt, or that hot tight ass of yours!" "Hmmm," Kay purred excitedly in response. "And who do you imagine is watching us?" she asked me. I almost swallowed my tongue. I'd been unprepared for that one, not sure how to respond initially, not wanting to say anything that would chase her sister away, or be too much of a coincidence in saying the obvious. Kay settled the issue for me however, leaving me no choice. "Do you ever think about Linda seeing us?" she asked. "I mean after all honey, its bound to happen at one time or another. Living together like this, sooner or later she's bound to accidentally walk in on us you know." "Yeah, sometimes," I replied trying to put thoughts together while still paying attention to my throbbing cock as I continued easing it in and out of my wife's very slippery cunt. The fact that she was as slippery as she was, was also telling me how fucking horny she truly was as well. So horny in fact, that I felt Kay reaching around, moving forward as she un-cunted me, then placed the head of my prick against the puckered tight opening of her ass. I slipped inside her as easily as I would have her pussy. "I told her that it might happen sometime, that she needed to know and be prepared for that, because you and I enjoyed making love just about in every room of the house, but I also told her...that if she did, not to be ashamed by it, or feel embarrassed, in fact honey...I even suggested to her that if she wanted to, she could actually come in and take a seat and seriously watch us while we did!" "You're kidding! Really?" I asked seriously. "What'd she say?" "I don't know yet," Kay responded. "Linda? Have you made up your mind yet?" I heard a gasp come from the hallway. "Come on in honey...it's ok, we know you're there." I quit fucking my wife's ass, though I remained inside her head turned towards the hallway. I'd have bet even money that Linda would return to her own room without any acknowledgement she was really there. Moments after that, I'd have lost my bet...gladly. To be honest, I was more than just surprised when Linda sheepishly rounded the corner stepping into the room. I noticed when she did however, that she'd taken the time to redo the buttons on her pajama top. "You...you knew?" she questioned. Kay giggled. "Sis?" She said pointing into the TV set. "We knew it all along!" she said grinning, revealing our secret. "Oh God!" Linda whimpered embarrassed. "No...don't be!" Kay assured her. "Seriously Linda, both Jack and I knew you were watching us, not only tonight, but last night as well." I watched as Linda's face turned an even deeper color of crimson, but before Linda could respond by way of defense, Kay continued. "And to be honest with you honey, knowing that you were, that you have been, has been fucking hot for both of us to think about. Come on sis, you know how I am, and you certainly should have a pretty good idea about Jack now too. And that we've discussed it, gotten horny just thinking about it, well..." "Well?" Linda questioned still a little unsure about all of this. "Well...it would really be hot for you to actually sit down and enjoy yourself while watching us, so we could enjoy watching you too!" "Really?" "Yeah...really!" I hadn't said a word at this point, nor was I going to. I was still a bit stunned that Linda was actually contemplating her sister's suggestion. "Where...should I sit?" she asked. Kay directed her to the chair sitting kitty-corner across from us. "There...sit there, but not until you've taken off your pajama's," she informed her. Hesitantly, though only for a moment, she undid the buttons of her top, discarding it, then stepping out of the bottoms. I couldn't help but notice that she had purposely not worn any panties this time. Though still coupled, Kay sat up with me still kneeling behind her on the couch. With my hand now softly stroking her pussy, my cock still deeply embedded within her tight ass, Kay began to move my hand and fingers rhythmically upon herself, all the while facing towards her own sister. I felt the press of her middle finger on mine, felt her as through touch alone, instructed me to stroke her, to tease her clit. I did. And as we did, as we together masturbated Kay's pussy, we watched as Linda openly began fingering herself, her own techniques, the way she slid two fingers along either side of her split, stopping only briefly to 'tap' her clit momentarily with her index finger before slipping her hand and fingers once again down her split, then entering just as briefly her wide-open fuck hole. "Well baby...is that hot or what? Watching my sister finger-fucking herself while we do!" For the first time in what seemed like hours, I found my voice. "Fuck", I somehow managed. Though they were sisters and obviously close, I still didn't know how close, or how much they might know, or had shared with one another. One thing Kay did, frequently, though not every time, was gush. When she was horny...really, really horny, her pussy would just cream a river of white frothy fluid, sometimes it literally gushed with a cascading spray of hot wet pearly lubrication. I knew without asking, that this was going to be one of those times. And I couldn't help but wonder..."Did her sister know about that, what would she think or wonder when Kay did?" "Masturbate me with your dick," she informed me. "Spread me, rub your cock up and down against my pussy, against my clit until I cum," she all but demanded. Now I knew she was going to gush, she always did whenever we did that. Hands down. And I couldn't help but wonder myself now, if this indeed was something she wanted her sister to see and experience as well. As Kay lay on the couch with me kneeling between her legs, me...rubbing my cock back and forth, slapping her clit with it, Linda stood making her way over to stand beside us. The look on her face was one of pure lust, excitement and awe if you will. She stood unabashedly fingering her quim. Mesmerized myself, I became even more so when Kay suddenly and without warning reached up, touching her sister's cunt. Linda's knee's nearly buckled, and in that moment she sat down beside us, Kay's hand following, still petting and stroking, now working itself magically up and down the wet furrow of her sister's pussy. Without asking, she reached over, I felt the touch of her hand as it surrounded my prick, taking over for me, now rubbing it against Kay's pussy. It was fun enough when I did it, now it felt even better. The decadence of her sister's hand now using my cock to masturbate her sister with, while Kay in turn continued to finger-fuck her was beyond belief! With two hands free now, I delighted myself in taking one of my wife's breasts in hand, pinching that exquisitely extended nipple, lifting her breast up and away from her chest as I did. Likewise, I also took one of Linda's breasts doing the same, hearing as well as feeling both women almost catching their respective breaths in response, simultaneously moaning and groaning as I jiggled them, pulled, lifted, and jiggled their breasts back and forth as the three of us continued to masturbate one another in the most sensual and erotic of ways. "Oh fuck Linda, I'm gonna cum honey...that's it, make me cum baby, make me cum!" "Me too!" Linda acknowledged, her own essence and pleasure already liquefying as well, sopping her sisters fingers with its sticky pearly sweet coating. As expected, at least for me anyway, I watched grinning as Kay's face contorted, grimaced into that sort of 'pleasure-pained' look as her cunt exploded. Literally. The jettison of fluid suddenly being expelled from her cunt took both Linda and I by surprise, and I had anticipated, expected it, but it was still even more than what I'd thought possible. Just seeing that, feeling that as the gush of her orgasm shot from the opening of her cunt to bathe me, bathe Linda's hand as she continued rubbing me against her sister's pussy, soon triggered my own violent eruption. A millisecond later, I was jettisoning streamer after streamer of white-hot sticky spunk all over my wife's obscenely exposed snatch. I don't even think Linda was aware I was squirting, though her hand continued to rub me against my wife. She was still crying out in the throes of her own ecstasy, though her eyes remained wide-open, glued to the spectacle of my wife's amazing cunt as that cascade of hot pussy juice continued to pour and flow out of her. "Holy shit sis! Do you do that every time?" Linda actually asked. Kay actually giggled, breaking the intensity of the moment, the momentary awkwardness...but it couldn't have been any more perfect. "Not always, but mostly," she said grinning. "Usually...when I'm very, very horny! Like now," she added a second later. Neither woman continued to stop stroking one another, Linda finally releasing my spent cock, though the eroticism of what I was seeing, hardly allowing my cock to diminish in flaccidity. I now sat watching as Linda's fingers gingerly, tenderly probed and explored her sister's still glistening wet pussy, as Kay continued to softly stroke, petting her sister's as well. "Fuck that was hot!" Linda managed a moment or two later, seemingly coming back to her senses. "You never told me you could do that!" "Well...to be honest sis. I really didn't do it this much, or this often until after I met Jack." "Oh really?" "Yeah...really," Kay said smiling as she looked over towards me, that wanton lusty look suddenly filling her eyes once again. # To be continued?