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Helene

By: Kirk482002



*Note - This is a work of fiction.

In the summer of 1973 I was 18 and I had no girlfriend. I had a good job making $6.00 an hour, 40 hours a week and had my own apartment. I had graduated that spring and had broken up with a girl that I had dated from my junior thru senior year. Although it had been a very satisfyingly sexual relationship, all we seemed to do to was argue. I had trouble finding a date for a few weeks.

One day I bumped into my friend Tom. He invited me to a party at his parents’ house on the 4th of July. He told me that there would be minors there so don’t bring any beer. Bring potato salad and fireworks instead. “Oh, great.” I thought.

I went around 7:30 after work (yes, I had to work the 4th but it was double time so why not?) and the party was in full swing. There were a lot of people I knew as well as some I did not. He told me that the new faces were some cousins of his that were visiting. These were the minors he had warned me about. They looked anywhere from 12 to 16 years old.

After talking to a few friends I decided to go over to the food table to sample the food brought by the other guests. Tom came over and said, “Looks like you’ve got an admirer already.”

“What, one of the kiddies have a crush on me?” I joked.

He saw the look on my face and pointed me into the direction of a very mature looking girl for 12 to 16 years old. Again I had that look on my face and said, “Look, man, she turned 18 in January. She’s three months older than you!” That got my attention.


Again I started to move around the people there (it was crowded since the food was in the basement and thank goodness it was air-conditioned). I tried to keep my eye on where she was but I lost her after a few minutes. I started to work my way back to Tom when I felt a tug at the back of my shirt.

I turned around and there she was. She was my height (5’10”) about 140lbs., long light brown hair that went down to her waist, a big smile and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. They were the type of clear deep blue eyes that you find yourself falling into. She reminded me of Judy Collins, the singer. 

“Hi, I’m Helene.”

“I’m John. Nice to meet you.” I said trying not to stare into her eyes.

“Do you live around here? I don’t remember seeing you before.” I asked still not staring.

“No, I live over in Bristol.” She explained. (Bristol had it’s own school district and was about 15 miles away.) 

We talked for a while. Tom walked by at some point and gave me thumbs up but with a question mark on his face. I returned the thumbs up and he grinned and walked away. The rest of the party we hung together and I have to tell you she was a fun girl. She was smart, a great conversationalist and a great kisser. Soon it was dark and time for the fireworks. Tom asked me and a few other older kids to watch the little ones while the fireworks were lit up. No one wanted to spend the rest of the evening at the emergency room so it was no problem.

After 30 minutes of explosions and 30 minutes more for the ringing in my ears to stop, I found myself talking to Helene out front by the cars. Her parents were getting ready to leave. We exchanged phone numbers and were giggling like little kids.

Then her expression changed. She gave me a very serious look and said, “I like you. I can tell that you’re a fun guy and Tom tells me you don’t have a girlfriend. I can tell you’re not a jerk because you haven’t asked me to come back to your place to check out your “stamp collection” or whatever. So I’m going to just come out and say it. I would really like to spend the rest of the summer hanging with you until I leave for college in August.”

I could almost feel one of my eyebrows going up like Mr. Spock and uttering, “Fascinating.”

“I also want to tell you that I am a true virgin.” (That eyebrow started coming down). “I intend to stay that way until I am married. (That eyebrow came the rest of the way down) We can have a lot of fun doing things together and I have a job too so I’m willing to pay my fair share of movies and meals. I would really like to see you as much as possible for the rest of the summer.” She stood there waiting for me to answer. 

I wasn’t really ready for that revelation, so I just stood there looking into those eyes. Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard a clock ticking like if I didn’t answer soon, the buzzer would go off and I would lose. So I said, “OK. Why not.”

So, for the rest of the summer, if I wasn’t working we were together. At all times I was a gentleman. I honored her wishes. I also found myself getting a little more emotionally involved than I wanted to. 

At the end of August I had taken her shopping for her college gear and was walking her to her front door. She opened the door but waived me off from entering. She closed the screen door tight between us and just stared at me. It took me a second and then realized what was going on.

“What? This is goodbye? This is the way you want to do it?” She just stared back at me. “Wow, Helene, I can’t believe this. No kiss? Hug? Just goodbye? Wow. This is cold.” I turned around from the door and headed back to my car. Before I opened the door I looked back and her door was closed shut. I got into my car and went back to my apartment. I thought over our first meeting and she had been true to her word just as I had. My mistake was that I had allowed myself to get all emotional instead of just having a great summer.

I received many letters from her telling me all about her school experiences but never a mention that she missed me or that she wanted to get together after the semester.

On Christmas day, I got a knock on my door. I opened it and there stood Helene and her next-door neighbor Gracie. I didn’t know what to say. I was shocked that she even was standing there. Gracie went “Merry Christmas!” and planted a big fat sloppy kiss on my cheek (I found out later that she had had a crush on me since the first time we had met). Helene held her arms out to do the same and I recoiled back into the doorway. 

“What’s wrong? Did I gain weight, or get ugly?” she said pouting.

“What’s going on? Why are you here?” I finally managed to say.

“I’m home, Gracie has her mothers’ car and Merry Christmas!” she said as she tried to hug me again.

“Wait a minute!” I said as Gracie shot past me into my living room and yelled back, “Where’s the tree?”

“I didn’t really expect anybody coming here over the holiday. Putting up a tree is a lot of fuss for one person.” I explained.

I turned back to Helene and asked, “I thought you made it clear that it was just a summer thing.” 

“Did I say that? I never said that”. She looked at me and realized that I was not amused. “OK. Maybe I did say that.” She walked past me into my apartment.

I was stunned. The whole time we dated in the summer she never once came over to my apartment let alone enter it. I shut the door behind me and followed her in. 

“New rules. It’s a ‘When I’m in town’, thing.” She said as her eyes sparkled. “So if you have got another girl in there get rid of her.” She said as she made an exaggerated look around the place.

She explained to me that she had always had in mind that when she was in town that we were to be an item but just wanted to see how the summer went first. When she went to school, we were then both free agents. But any other relationships had to come to and end when she was back in town. 

This time both my eyebrows were heading north to my hairline. “You could have told me this in one of your letters.” I said.

She sighed, “Look, if you meet someone that you really like better than me, then fine. We can call it quits. I didn’t say anything in the letters about it because I didn’t want to encourage you to look. I just like being with you, that’s all and I don’t like to share. OK? Am I forgiven?” She looked at me with puppy dog eyes. 

“Are the same restrictions in place?” I asked. She nodded yes with those puppy dog eyes. “Ah, shit.” I thought, disappointed. A long pause and then, “Ok, we’ll do it your way.” I said. 

For the next two weeks we spent time together, went to a New Years’ eve party and out to dinner a lot. I asked Gracie about whether Helene had met someone else at school but she said she didn’t know. 

Soon her Christmas break was over and she went back to school. We exchanged letters every other week but they were just as generic as before. I did manage to date a few times but nothing serious came of it. Spring break was coming up and I found myself getting excited about seeing her. Unfortunately I got a letter from her telling me that she had to write a term paper that she had put off. She would see me in the summer.

On a Friday in late May I was on my way up the steps to my apartment when I noticed Helene standing at the top landing and she had a friend with her. She came down to meet me and gave me a big hug and kiss. Then she introduced me to her friend Donna who had driven her over. Donna was about 5’5”, had short golden blond hair, green eyes, large smile and huge tits.

I guess I was looking a little too long because I suddenly got a swat across the back of the head. “Hey, you’re supposed to be happy to see me, not her.”

I opened the door and in we went. Donna looked around and asked Helene if her house looked this tidy because hers’ didn’t. Helene just gave the no way look. “Maybe we should call him Felix and we can play Oscar.” quipped Donna. 

I offered them a drink and we sat down in the living room to catch up on events. I related my ‘Go to work and come home’ routine. Helene told me about how hard her classes were but she was still able to finish the first year with a 3.5 grade average. Donna told me she met Helene in college and had become friends. Somewhere during that semester her parents had moved to Bristol as well so Helene and her could hang out all year round. 

During the conversation I noticed that Donna was looking at me a lot more than she should have. I tried to look at Helene but every time I stole a glance over at Donna she was still looking at me and soon had a slight grin on her face.

It was now about 7:30 in the evening and Helene said, “I’m hungry. What have you got to eat out in the kitchen?” She got up and heading in there. You could hear her opening and closing cabinets and then finally the fridge.

I started to say something but Helene cut me off. “Well Donna, we can have our choice of beer, warm or cold, ketchup, mayonnaise and we can draw high card for the can of tuna!” She came back out to the living room triumphantly holding the lone can of tuna. “You know, John, you work at a grocery store. Maybe you should try bringing some home sometime.”

“Look, I don’t like to cook. Either I get a sandwich or something and bring it home or I eat out.” I said.

“Ok. I got $5.00. How about we all chip in and get some cold cuts, some rolls and we can fix ourselves sandwiches?” asked Donna.

“That sounds good but you’re my guests so I’ll buy and you fly.” I said.

Donna started to get up and Helene said, “You’ve been driving us around all day. Give me the keys and I’ll go.” Donna shrugged her shoulders and tossed Helene the keys and suddenly we were alone.

“Look, I’m going to go change.” I was still in my work clothes. I went down the hall to my bedroom, closed the door and started changing. As soon as I had my pants down, the door opens and in strolls Donna. 

“Wait. I’ll be out in a minute.” I said.

“No hurry.” She said as she continued over and pushed me down on the bed. The next thing I knew she was on top of me, pulling off her shirt and bra and smothering me with her tongue. It all happened so fast that I just laid there with my arms to my side and my pants at my ankles.

She stopped a second and said, “Is this going to be a one person party or are you going to join in? We don’t have that long you know.”

I thought for a second about Helene and then thought, “Screw it.” I kicked off my pants and underwear, she slid out of her jeans, put a condom on me and we were soon engaged in a rough and tumble time on the bed. She was incredible. Her skin was so soft and her tits were huge with puffy nipples. I hadn’t had any sex for over a year at that point so I figured I was good for about 30 seconds, but Donna seemed to be able to read my mind and would back off before I reached the point of no return. I had seen a lot of porn movies so I knew a lot of positions, but Donna showed me a few I didn’t know. She was very much in control of her body. She came six times. Each time it seemed more intense than the last. Even with all her thrashing around she still was able to keep me from cumming. 

As we were about to change positions again I looked at the clock and it was nearly 8:15. Helene would be back soon if not any second. Donna noticed my concern and said, “Yeah, we better wrap this up. Your turn.” 

She rolled off of me to the wall side of the bed. I turned to hold her and she placed a hand on my chest and pushed me back down. “Just relax sport. Enjoy yourself.”

She propped herself up on her left arm and removed the condom with the other. “I want to see you come.” She whispered.

She ran her hand up and down me at a medium pace making sure her fingers touched my balls on every down stoke. I noticed she had a very determined look on her face while she watched her handy work. This turned me on more than ever. .

“Are you ready?” She whispered. I nodded. “Lets see how much you’ve enjoyed yourself today.” 

She must have felt it. One last rub down the shaft and then a firm hold on my balls. A long rope blasted onto her face. A second one landed on her shoulder. A third one slapped her on the boob. The fourth hit the crook of her arm and from that point just dribbles on my stomach. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. 

After my head cleared I noticed that Donna was still propped up on her elbow. She was grinning from ear to ear. “Felt good, huh? How about a towel?” Donna was covered in cum. There was a string hanging off the side of her face. It was funny as hell.

I got up and fetched her a towel and said, “We better get dressed quick its almost been an hour.” We cleaned up, dressed and sat back down in the living room. As if on cue, the door opened and in walked Helene. “Miss me? Sorry I was gone so long. I had to go to two places to get what I wanted and they were both crowded.”

We ate and talked and then called it a night. It was about a week later when after work I had a knock on the door. It was Helene and Gracie. I invited them in and then pulled Helene aside. “If you let me know when your coming over I can try to have another guy here for who ever it is that’s bringing you over, instead of them sitting her like a fifth wheel.”

“Why? Can’t control your self around two girls? Besides, Gracie said she hadn’t seen you in a while.”

I never really was comfortable around Gracie before because she was a minor. She was short, petite, and dark complexioned with long black hair. She had changed, though. Now she sported makeup and had two eyebrows where one long one used to be.

“Look what I got for my birthday.” Gracie held up a magnum of Champaign. I looked at her funny and she said, “That’s right! I’m legal now! Helene, go try to find some glasses.”

Soon we were toasting to Gracie’s’ new status as an adult. Helene only had a sip because she didn’t like Champaign. When Gracie wasn’t looking, she poured the rest of hers into my glass. 

“I guess I shouldn’t be drinking on an empty stomach. What’s good to eat here?” asked Gracie.

“Nothing. John doesn’t believe in food here.” She looked at me and asked, “Do you want to do the same thing as last week? I want to get some wine for myself.”

“OK.” I said. I reached into my wallet to get some cash. 

She said “My treat.” and grabbed Gracie’s’ keys and out the door she went.

“So, Donna tells me that you know how to please a woman. She said she was tired for two days afterward.” She grinned at me while she waited for me to respond.

“She told you that?” She nodded. “Does Helene know?” I asked nervously.

“I didn’t tell her.” She said. “I’m technically a virgin, if you know what I mean. I want to stay that way. After what Donna said last week and having this crush on you, I just have to find out if you’re as good as she says you are. Come on.”

She grabbed me by my shirt collar and dragged me into the bedroom and pulled me down on top of her on the bed. We made out for a few minutes and she said, “You have a great tongue. Lets’ try it out.” With that she snapped down her shorts and shoved my face in her pussy.

Now I had read a lot of literature on this subject before trying it the first time with my high school sweetheart and she told me that I very, very good at it.

Gracie must have really been wound up tight because she was pulling my hair and screaming that she was cumming about 15 seconds later. I eased up on her and she gasped, “Don’t stop. We have to do that again. That was great.”

I began a slow increase in pace. Soon I had her motor going again. She came two more times. Finally I had to ask her to ease up on my hair. My scalp was starting to hurt. Another two quick orgasms and she finally said that was enough. It was my turn now.


I glanced at the clock. Helene was gone forty minutes already. Well she was going for wine too, so we still had time.

She helped me pull down my pants and said, “I’ve been told I’m good at this too.”

I was already pretty turned on so I knew if she were any good at all I wouldn’t last long.

“If I were you, I would just lay back and enjoy it. Don’t hold back, she’s going to be back soon. Let me know when you’re going to cum. Do not cum in my mouth!” She warned me.

I have to admit she was giving me the best blow job I ever hade in my life. One hand ticked the base of my shaft while other stoked my balls. She closed her mouth over me and used her tongue to swirl around the head. She never came up for air even once.

Soon that feeling started. Guys know what I’m talking about. It’s the type of feeling that you only get when you’re getting a blowjob. One second everything is feeling good and then a tingle starts at the head of your cock and creeps its’ way down to your balls. It’s the sign that the point of no return is imminent. It starts to build back up from your balls. Your cock gets harder than it ever has in you life.

“Look out.” I moaned.

She pulled her mouth off me and ran her tongue up and down the underside of my cock and massaged my balls as I blasted rope after rope of spunk up in the air and down on my chest. 

Suddenly, I heard a noise come from the doorway. I looked and saw a shadow move away. I jumped out of bed and Gracie says, “John, wait!” I ran down the hall to the living room and heard a thud. There was Helene on the floor trying to pull her jeans up with one hand and holding and a dildo in the other. “Don’t be mad at me.” She said still trying to pull her pants up.

Me mad at her? I thought my goose was cooked. Gracie came out of the bedroom. She had managed to get her shorts up and was holding out my pants to me. I looked down at myself and there I was still flopping around.

I took my pants from Gracie and started to put them. After a very pregnant pause, Gracie decided to talk. “As you know, Helene is a real honest to God virgin. While at college, her roommate had a boyfriend that showed up almost every night. When they would get hot and heavy, she would go for a walk. One evening she came back and they weren’t done yet. They didn’t notice her come in. At first she tried to ignore them, but soon herself peeking out from under the covers. She started sneaking back in from her walks more often. Soon she couldn’t help herself. She almost couldn’t wait for them to get it on.”


Helene



Helene lay back on the edge of the bed and let her slave do his ordered task. He had performed admirably, but she had no intention of telling him so. The session had started out as most of them do, with her walking up to him and grabbing his crotch through his pants and squeezing tightly. He gasped and froze in place, his dick stiffening instantly. Helene jerked her thumb at the bathroom and turned away from him. He immediately dropped to his hands and knees and crawled into the bathroom, closing the door by pushing on it with his head. 

Helene went into the playroom and laid out the articles she wanted him to wear this time on the king size bed. She quickly heard the shower going and set the timer. She varied the amount of time she let him have, but never more than 7 minutes to get cleaned up. Having observed his method before, she knew he always washed his crotch and asshole first, before she turned off the hot water. Today, she was in an evil mood and only gave him 4 minutes, the shortest amount of time yet. Then she went into the bathroom and turned the hot water on in the sink. He screamed as the shower went ice cold, but had not finished yet and was forced to endure it for a full 2 minutes.

Turning the shower off, he dropped to all fours and crawled out to see his mistress, trembling and shivering. He stopped before her and raised up on his knees, as she inspected his dick. It and his balls were shrunken and tight to his body in an effort to get warm. She examined him with quick professional hands and then squeezed his nuts again. He waited until she removed her hand then dropped onto his face and pulled his butt cheeks apart. Helene licked her finger and shoved it up his ass. This was still new to him, but he took it well and she was determined to break him in no matter what. His back channel clenched at her hand as he fought to relax, but she quickly pulled out and with a toss of her head sent him to the playroom.

He crawled in on all fours; her preferred posture for him and then stood to attire himself. The first item was as always the cock ring. The tight leather strap buckled beneath his deflated dick and shrunken scrotum, and he immediately started to harden. Next came the wrist and ankle cuffs, followed by his leather dog collar, complete with tag and leather leash that he carried in his mouth. There was a new item still on the bed, a piece of black stain material. He picked it up and saw that it was a wrap of some kind. Helen snatched it from his hands and opened it. 

"It wraps around your waist, the flap to the back." She instructed as she fastened it to him. It was like wearing a skirt backwards, but the full panel in the front rubbed his lengthening cock with a sensuous feel. Helene swatted his asscheek and he dropped to all fours again, his leash still in his mouth. The wrap stopped just past the curve of his ass, covering him nicely and the flaps draped across his butt. The feel was electric.

He remained in that position for some time, listening to the shower and her humming. He scurried into the bathroom just as she shut the water off and stepped out of the shower stall. He dropped his leash and started to lick her feet as she dried off above him. He lapped up the water dripping off her as well as he could before she walked away from him and into the playroom. Snapping her fingers, he followed her like the whipped puppy he was about to become.

"Stay." She barked at him and he froze in the center of the room, waiting patiently for her next command. He heard the closet doors open and wondered what his Mistress would do to him this time. The sounds of her rummaging through boxes made him sweat slightly, but it was nothing compared to what would happen to him later. "Here we go." Helene exclaimed brightly, have found what she wanted. He heard several items being placed on the dresser but still did not turn to look. 

"Down on your face, ass in the air." Helene commanded and he instantly complied, but not quick enough to avoid the sting of the riding crop. It was strangely different through the satin, not as painful as usual, but more electric. Helene flipped the wrap open, and had complete access to his ass and spread cheeks. Now he understood why the flaps were worn in the back. Helene smeared his asshole with a lubricant and he felt the thin ass plug being pushed up his backside. He fought to relax, as he knew she wanted but she did not give him a chance. 

Driving it in and out a few times Helene quickly had her slave whimpering in pain and delight as the ass plug tickled his prostate and soon he was rutting back against the intrusion. Helene drove it all the way in and stood up to leave it there. He whined and twisted as though trying to dislodge it, but a had smack on his ass had him still and quiet quickly. 

"Now don't go away while I get ready." She cooed at him, leaving him ass up and head down on the floor. Helene quickly donned the leather bra with the cut outs for her nipples, the one that was 2 sizes too small. Her breasts felt trapped and overflowed the top of the cups. Next came the leather ankle boots with the 4-inch heels. This was all she could handle and still walk, and she would need to walk. In the shower she checked her bald little pussy and shaved it again, now she applied the cream and quickly brought herself off with her fingers. Her excitement was running a little high and she wanted this to last.

Lastly she picked up her leather panties with the built in dildo and connection for the one in front. Turning the panties inside out she mouthed the thick fake cock and sucked it deep into her throat. As she coated the dildo, she had an idea and went and sat on the bed in front of her kneeling slave.

"Up." She commanded and he sat up onto his knees, head and eyes still aimed at the floor. "Watch me," she said and his eyes met hers as she sucked the fake cock back into her mouth. The satin wrap draped across his dick head and every time he twitched it rubbed him again. Helene soon had him squirming in discomfort and she was getting more turned on by the second drooling over the big fake cock. Helene motioned for him to come closer and he crawled to the between her spread legs. She draped the panties over his head and put the locking ring on the front between his teeth so he could hold the dildo on the other side. Leaning back and spreading her legs she grabbed the slippery dildo and fed it to her steaming pussy.

"Fuck me", she commanded and then lay back on the bed as he pulled the dildo out with his teeth and drove it back in. Helene whined in pleasure as her slave complied with her orders. He drove the rubber cock in and out with great speed and force, his nose banging against her clit drove Helene into a high plain of delight. Helene shuddered repeatedly as he brought her off with the fake cock. She could feel every inch driving without pause into her depths and relished in the ecstasy. 

She felt her orgasm approaching and hunched up harder on the plastic cock driving in and out of her depths. Helene's breath was coming in short gasps and grunts and then she shuddered and screamed as the feeling washed over her. She locked her legs around his head as her pussy creamed and squirted cum out onto the face of the slave fucking her. He never slowed his pace, but kept on driving in and out of her until she pitched backward onto the bed and broke contact with the fake cock. 

Her slave stayed on his knees and waited for his Mistress to recover, having learned patience the hard way, from the whip. Helene fought to control her breathing as he waited and licked what ever of her juices he could reach with his tongue. Sitting up she pulled the panties of his head roughly. Turning them right way out, she inserted the dildo into her snatch and snugged the panties up tight to her waist. 

Helene snatched up the leash and pulled him over to the whipping bench and had him lay over it. Securing his wrists and ankles she picked up the bamboo cane and stepped up behind him. Flipping the wrap away from his as cheeks she proceeded to apply the cane liberally to his exposed flanks. 

He squirmed and whined quietly as his Mistress worked up and down his backside. Her cane left sharp red welts on his skin as she applied it to him. Standing directly behind him she repeatedly struck him between his cheeks onto the base of the plug in his asshole and he wailed. Helene struck harder and screamed "Silence." 

He tried as hard as he could, but it was too much, he grunted and groaned at each stroke and rocked on the bench till he shuddered. Helene noticed the spasm and became enraged. He had cum all over the bench with out her permission. The cock ring had not been tight enough and now he was going to pay. She wasn't about to let him get away with this disobedience. 

"Since you came without permission, you obviously need to be milked." She said sweetly. "I have a new surprise for you." She reached under him and attached the electric breast pump and then pulled the fucking machine up behind him. Helene ripped the plug from his ass and extended dildo on the machine into his ass and turned it on. 

The machine started to drive in and out, twisting occasionally, as the breast pump started to milk his half hard cock. Helene watched him struggling on the machines working him over and picked up the whip. She smiled evilly as she brought it down on his back. This was going to be an interesting evening.

The breast pump pulled unceasingly at his half hard cock, making him whimper as it rubbed the top of the sheath against the sensitive head of his dick. Having just cum, he was still very tender at the dick head, but the machine just keep on pumping. He tried to wiggle away from it, but the bonds were too tight, the machine behind him keep fucking him and his Mistress struck with whip whenever he moved. In spite of himself, the milking machine was getting him hard again and the ass fucking was speeding this up. He started to push back against the machine driving into his ass. The feeling of being fucked this way was new to him and he reveled in the pressure against his prostate.

His mistress sat down in front of him on the bench and pulled his face to her dripping pussy. She had removed her panties and was dripping wet from the show he was putting on for her. Lapping eagerly he drove his tongue into her sweet centre and tasted her nectar. She held his face tight to her snatch and struck with the whip at the same time. That was enough to make him cum again. The dildo in his ass worked his prostrate and the milking machine pulled his semen from him in greater quantities. He moaned into her and the vibration sent her into orgasm as well.

Helene groaned and rode out her orgasm as she whipped his back without mercy. When she came down Helene got up and stretched out on the bed and flicked on the TV, leaving him on the bench attached to both machines. "The night is still young, I think we can get at least 3 more loads out of that little dick of yours." She said smiling at him. 

He shuddered and groaned pathetically as the machine continued to suck on his tender penis. Helene looked down at him and grinned. "You are the one who brought this upon yourself." She said. "Maybe you need more encouragement." 

He shook his head and then groaned again as each machine went to a higher speed. The dildo driving into his ass doubled its speed and the milking machine started to pull even harder. He had no choice, his body responded without his will and his cock started to harden again.

Helene left him on the bench and went to the storage cabinet and saw him flinch as she struck a match. The large red candle caught quickly and she saw the flame dance. Letting it sit for a few minutes Helene returned to her bound slave and inserted a large ring gag. "I may want that tongue again tonight but we can't have you upsetting the neighbors, now can we?"

He squirmed on the bench and struggled against his bonds, but again to no affect. He screamed as the first drop of wax hit his back. The next hit his already blistered ass, causing him to start moving again. He began to fuck the machine sliding in and out of his ass. The wax fell in random patterns and times on his body. Each burned for a second then cooled and hardened against his skin.

His next orgasm left him panting and drained of all strength, but still the machine's worked his tired body. Helene had put the candle out and slipped her hand beneath him and attached nipple clamps and ball clamps. This brought on his third orgasm on the machine and he knew that Helene would not be happy until she milked him completely dry.

Helene checked the bottle on the breast machine and noted that it was almost full, but could take a little more. She opted for the velvet glove treatment for the last drop. She removed his gag and slid her breast into his still open mouth. He latched on to the offered nipple and sucked greedily. He rarely got the chance to touch her breasts and even in his exhausted state he wanted all he could get. 

Helene felt him tongue her nipple and reached down and undid the cock ring. He convulsed in orgasm for the final time that night. The last shot was thin and watery, barely more than a trickle, but it was just enough to fill the last space in the bottle. 

Helene pulled her breast from his still sucking mouth and left him panting on the bench. She turned off both machines and undid the collection bottle from the milking machine. She undid one of his wrists and slapped his ass with her bare hand.

"You have 10 minutes to clean this pit up, get that wax off your body and meet me in bed. I think I have earned a little comfort for all the work I did tonight." He got himself together as quickly as possible, knowing that he did not have enough time to complete all his tasks. She would punish him again. The thought sent a thrill through his exhausted body.



Helene Blackmailed



The windows of the motel office were dusty and fly-specked. The neon sign was off and there were weeds growing through the cracks in the asphalt of the parking lot, nearly deserted now in the late afternoon sun. There were only a few cars here, a big van, a Volvo, a Taurus wagon, and Helene had her choice of parking spaces.

She had come straight from work so she still wore her smart business suit, the one that turned heads at the office, and the concrete steps felt gritty under her shoes as she walked up to the second level, her purse clutched in her hand. She was way out of place in this part of town, but she didn’t care about that now. She was flushed with anger and embarrassment, and she just wanted to get this over with and get out of here as quickly as possible.

She’d left work as she was able to make an acceptable exit from her last meeting of the day, but even so she was twenty minutes late. Silly, waste-of-time meeting, something about departmental productivity, the same old bullshit. She’d sat on the edge of her seat, feigning rapt interest, yet all the time her face had been on fire and her mind burned with the photos she’d just seen in her email. They made her feel naked and exposed, as if the men and women sitting around her, putting up their PowerPoint slides and giving their presentations could all see right through her, could see her as she was in the photos, reclining half-naked on her rooftop with her top off, her hand inside her bikini bottoms, face turned to the side in obscene pleasure as she masturbated. One shot especially: her heels drawn up and her knees apart, her back arched over the beach towel as her naked stomach knotted in the throes of a wracking, self-induced orgasm. What the hell had she been thinking?

Room 232. A wooden door whose robin’s-egg blue paint was already flaking off, a grimy patch around the doorknob. She knocked and nothing happened. A car honked out in the avenue. Then a voice said, “It’s open.”

She had expected some sort of sleazy punk, a two-bit type who would think it clever to engage in something like this, something between a prank and outright blackmail. But there was nothing young or punkish about the man in the expensive suit who watched her walk into the darkened room with curious, dangerous eyes. 

He was in his forties, maybe older, with that tautness of body that made her think of the military: maybe an ex officer, someone in the habit of taking care of himself. He had dark hair and a beard, both streaked with gray in a way she automatically categorized as ‘distinguished’. His eyes were brown and intelligent and not without humor, but he wasn't laughing now. Instead he looked at her with cold and wary appraisal and just a hint of malice.

He was so unlike what she’d expected that she lost her composure, and the speech she had prepared on the drive over just evaporated under his gaze. He was formidable, not at all what she’d expected. Someone to be dealt with. 

He had a book on his knee, closed now with his finger holding the place. A glass of whiskey and ice and a bottle sat on the table next to him, and she recognized the brand, a rare and expensive single malt Scotch. It was freshly opened. Another glass, empty of whiskey but also filled with ice, stood by the bottle.

“Close the door,” he said. “You’re late, Helene.” His voice was deliberately patient, with just a hint of condescension.

“I’m sorry, I had a meeting and I couldn’t get away…” She broke off. That was none of his business. What was she apologizing for? The man was a blackmailer and a sleaze.

“The pictures are over there,” he said. He nodded to a buff-colored envelope sitting on the cheap dresser on the other side of the room. “They’re prints of course. I have the originals in a safe place.”

She went to the dresser and picked up the envelope. She started to open it and then stopped.

“Go ahead. Don’t you want to see them?”

She clutched the unopened envelope and turned to face him. “Who are you?” she asked. “How did you get these? How do you know who I am?”

He placed his book on the lamp table and sat back in his chair. “Those are rather moot points, Helene. Let’s just say that when you expose yourself in public like that, you rather invite this sort of thing. As to who I am, you can just call me the Doctor. That’s close enough.”

His gaze made her uneasy. At work she had no trouble taking command, and the people under her deferred to her natural authority, but he was anything but intimidated. He looked at her as though she were some sort of specimen.

She nervously opened the envelope and drew the sheaf of pictures partway out.

They must be in sequence, for the first one showed her on the roof sitting up and reaching for her iced tea, her sunglasses on her nose. The story she’d downloaded from the internet was clasped against her breasts, the pages folded over. Just a girl taking the sun and doing a little reading. He must have been watching her the whole time she was up there: half an hour, maybe more. 

“Do you always go around invading people’s privacy with your little camera? Is this a thing of yours?”

He wouldn’t be baited. “I carry a camera with me. It’s part of my job. I shoot what I see.”

A vision came to her mind of the high-rise under construction across the street from her apartment, a garish, new building with a construction crane rising from it like a gallows. But she had been sunbathing on a Sunday when no one was working there. What had he been doing there then?

“You’re sick,” she said. “Perverted.”

He smiled and raised his glass to her in mock salute.

He didn’t seem to be the least bit nervous about this, and Helene felt a twinge of fear. She reminded herself to keep her cool: she was dealing with an unknown quantity. 

“What did you expect?” he asked. “And I hardly think you’re in a position to talk, Helene. At least I have the sense to confine my vices to the indoors, rather than taking care of myself out on the roof where anyone could see. Or was that the whole idea?”


She felt herself flush and bit back her anger. She reminded herself that the point was to get this over with as quickly and painlessly as possible. 

“All right, all right,” she said. “What now? I suppose you want money or something.”

He sighed. He leaned back in his chair and poured some of the whiskey into the second glass. “Drink?”

She mustered her dignity and said, “No thank you. I’m tired. I want to get out of this rat trap. Now just tell me how much you want.”

“Oh, I don’t want any money.” He smiled pleasantly. “I really don’t need any money. I want something else. I want your co-operation.”

“Co-operation? What kind of co-operation?”

He stared at her until she felt her stomach knot.

“Oh no,” she said. “No. No way. Fuck you.”

She had considered this possibility, that he might want something sexual, but had dismissed it as being too melodramatic, and even now as she felt a sudden throb of fear in her stomach she felt the urge to laugh in his face. It was absurd. It was entirely too much like a bad porno story, the kind of thing she’d been reading that day on her rooftop. 

He was still looking at her, his eyes patient.

She gave a snort of contempt. “You’re joking, right? You’re not serious.”

The laugh had been a mistake. His eyes hardened and he took a slow sip of his drink.

“Well then you can just go fuck yourself, because I assure you that I’m not doing anything of the kind. You can shove those pictures up your fucking ass!” She threw the envelope on the bed and turned to walk out.

The Doctor nodded sadly, as if in complete sympathy, and put his drink down.

“Let me tell you how this will work,” he said quietly. The calm and measured tone of his voice stopped her in her tracks. “The first batch of photos will go out to your sister back in Ohio, just to show you I’m serious. The next batch will go to your secretary, Miss Champion. She’ll be shocked, but she’s very loyal so she probably won’t tell anyone. Well, she is given to gossiping, isn’t she? So maybe she’ll tell just a few people, like Mrs. Gruber, your boss’s secretary. The next batch will go to your parents in St. Petersburg and some of their friends back home in Indianapolis, on Douglas Avenue? And the next batch will go to your bosses and co- workers at Foster Fredericks.”

Helene froze, facing the door. She could see him in the mirror. he was staring at her, and his eyes were full of concern, as if he regretted all of this so very much.

“How do you know all this about me?” she asked. “Who told you?”

“It’s business, Helene,” he said, pouring scotch into the empty glass. “Nothing personal. I don’t make judgments. You gave me a lever, and I just use it. It would be a shame for you to lose that promotion. And your job.” He held the glass out to her. “Drink?”

She almost laughed. “Look, you’ve got the wrong girl. I don’t know how you found out all this stuff about me, but I’m not playing your little game. I don’t do ‘sex’,” She emphasized the word, giving it a little flip of contempt.

It was laughable, really. She hadn’t really thought about sex since college. She’d spent the last seven years working her ass off, making a way for herself in public relations, and sex was at most a nuisance, something you had to take care of every so often like flossing your teeth or going to the bathroom. He’d might just as well had told her he wanted her to run a marathon or solve a quadratic equation.

He sighed deeply and shrugged. “Well then, I suppose that’s that.” He put her drink back down on the table and opened his book.

She looked at him curiously. “You’re serious about this,” she said. She said it softly, as if she were talking to herself.

She looked into his eyes and she could see that he was. “I have the pictures and the addresses. Stamps are cheap. I’ll ruin you.”

Through the split in the window curtain she could see the bright afternoon outside. Down below a fat man was getting sample cases out of the back of the Taurus, laughing, talking to someone she couldn’t see. There were two sweat patches on the back of his white shirt. The neon light in the fly-specked office was on. It all looked so bright and normal outside. It was all so bizarre.

He picked up the glass and held it out to her again, and Helene found herself walking over to him and taking it from his hand.

“Why?” she asked.

He shrugged. “Fate. Opportunity. Because I liked what I saw, and I liked what I found out. And because I want to. And I can. You’re wasting yourself, Helene. Even you know that.”

The story she’d been reading on the rooftop was about a woman who’d been forced at gunpoint to strip and service a man, and she wondered if he knew it, like he knew so much else about her. It had become her favorite fantasy, the idea of being forced and compelled. The more responsibility she was given at work, the more exciting she seemed to find the fantasy of having her power taken away from her.

The irony of finding herself in that very situation wasn't lost on her, but this didn’t feel like her fantasies. She felt remote and far away.

She sipped from the drink. Her head was buzzing but nothing of any practical use was coming out.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked.

“Take off your clothes.”

He said it calmly, deliberately, and once the words were out, it didn’t seem so very unreasonable. Here in this sleazy motel room with the bright light of late afternoon seeping through the thin curtains, it didn’t seem unreasonable at all.

“Do you really think I’m worth it?” she asked.

He looked at her intensely for a long moment, then nodded his head. Helene felt a sudden sharp thrill spear through her body.

He put his book down and got out of his chair, and Helene watched as he came to her and took the drink from her hand and set it on the table. He took hold of her arm and pulled her away from the door. He didn’t squeeze her hard, but the strength in his hand and the way he held her was unmistakable. She felt the blood surge into her face.

“I’m really in no mood to negotiate,” he said. “I’ve told you what I want you to do and now I’m giving you the opportunity to do it. If you don’t care about the pictures then just walk out the door and you know what will happen. Otherwise take off your clothes and stop wasting my time.”

He said it calmly, with complete self-assurance, but in his voice she could hear a barely suppressed anger that spread heat through her already warm body. It was something like her fantasy now. It was the anger that did it, and before she could stop to think about what she was doing, her hands went to the smoothness of her silk blouse and she began to work at the top button.

He let go of her, and for a moment he was standing so close that she could smell his cologne and see his chest lifting with his breathing. His clothes were expensive and out of place in this seedy room, like his book and his whiskey. The knot in his tie was perfect. He must have taken an inordinate amount of time getting it just so when he’d dressed this morning, getting ready to come here and do this to her. He took a moment to straighten it now, then let out a long, slow breath, releasing his tension, as if an agreement had been reached. 

He stepped behind her and she felt his hands on her shoulders. With a start, she realized that he was waiting to help her out of her jacket, and she reached up and parted the lapels so he could slide it off her arms. It was a gesture she had performed countless times in the presence of helpful gentlemen. Strange that she’d never stopped to think of what it really meant.

He folded her jacket and placed it on the dresser, then went back to his chair. He sat down and steepled his fingers together in front of his chin. “Stand over here where I can see you.”

She was numb now; her gray silk blouse felt transparent. Inside her mind was whirling, but on the surface some sort of shock had set in and she was resigned, even placid about what she was about to do. Her fingers worked on the next button on her blouse, the one that was level with her bra, and she undid that, then the next. She unfastened it and then automatically unbuttoned her sleeves, just as she would do if she were home alone, changing out of her work clothes.

The Doctor sipped his drink and the ice cubes clinked softly in his glass. Without thinking, Helene turned her back to him in modesty.

“Face me,” he said sharply, and she stiffened, remembering where she was. She turned towards him, her face coloring.

She pulled the blouse from her skirt, aware of the smooth silk sliding against her skin, and finished unbuttoning it. She stood there with the garment hanging loosely upon her shoulders, arms at her side, her chin up.

“Remove it,” he said.

She was wearing a good bra: dove gray and sheer, the cups edged in lace. With her last check she had splurged and bought herself all new underwear as a gift to herself, a taste of the high life that her coming promotion would bring. Now she was aware that this sexy lingerie might give him the wrong idea about her; make her appear to be the kind of girl who dressed like this beneath her work clothes just to keep herself aroused. But there was nothing she could do about it now.

She shrugged the silk blouse from her shoulders and felt it slip smoothly down her arms. She caught it and placed it on the dresser.

Her breasts were high and firm, and the cups of the bra molded them into smooth hemispheres and crowded them together, creating a shadowy cleavage. She glanced quickly down and noticed that her nipples were quite visible. The sight of her own nakedness aroused her in an suddenly unfamiliar way.

She forced herself to raise her face to him, summoning what pride she could, and she was mildly disappointed to find him examining the photographs he held fanned out like playing cards in his hand. He chose one and threw it on the bed, face up.

“I like this one particularly,” he said. “Don’t you?”

Helene automatically crossed her arms over her breasts and glanced at the photo. It showed her on the towel, her back arched, her hips lifted from the blanket with such force that she was supported on her very toes. Her knees were spread, and she had one hand down the front of her bikini bottom, the other down the back where she’d been pressing her finger tip against her asshole, indulging in a fantasy of anal sex, something that had always fascinated her. In the photo her eyes were closed, her mouth open in a silent scream of sexual fulfillment. It must have been taken just at her moment of orgasm. She liked to let herself go when she masturbated, moaning and thrashing and playing the part of an out-of-control sexual animal. In her dreams she was a shameless whore no man could resist. Now she looked at the picture of herself and her cheeks burned hot with shame. She didn’t recognize the woman.

“The skirt,” he said.

The picture had quashed any sort of argument she might make. She unbuttoned the skirt and opened the zipper, then stepped out of it and laid it on top of the pile of clothes. Then, without his saying anything, she hooked her thumbs under the elastic band of her slip and slid it down her legs. She stepped out of it and tossed it onto the pile. brushed back a lock of hair that had fallen into her face and stood up, dressed only in her shoes and stockings, her black garter belt, and her bra and panties. Had she dressed specifically to seduce someone, she couldn’t have done a better job.

She stood up tall, trying to hide her embarrassment under a gloss of pride, showing him she wouldn’t be intimidated. She knew instinctively that while he could do what he wished to her body, as long as she kept her pride of spirit he could not get to her. It would be a hollow victory at best.

But when she saw the look in his eyes, she felt a sudden thrill of shameful excitement run through her body. His eyes had a hunger and a look of raw lust such as she’d never seen in a man, and the idea that she was the focus and reason for that look made her nipples harden perceptibly against the sheer fabric of her bra.

“Walk,” he said. “Walk over to that doorway and then come back.”

It was no more than three steps. Helene kept her back straight, pulling her shoulders back, but it was as if she’d suddenly forgotten how to walk. She was painfully aware of her own near-nakedness and the female roll of her hips, the feel of the fabric of her bra against her aroused nipples and the slide of her silky panties against the globes of her ass. She was aware of every sensation, the way her shoes pushed her ass up and out and lengthened her stride, the air as it moved past her arms.

He smiled softly, his eyes glowing. “You’re a hot bitch, aren’t you? I knew it when I saw you on your rooftop. Sensual, sexual. Is there someone in your life?”

“Yes,” she lied. 

Really there was only Jason, a guy from accounting she went out with occasionally, who might be good for a movie or a roll in the sack but who was tedious in the extreme when it came to any sort of non-sexual interaction. The fact was that outside of her masturbation, she had no sex life, and yet suddenly all those feelings of sexual neglect were churning within her, threatening to escape. She knew he could tell she was lying.

“All due respect, but it seems to me that your young man is not giving you the kind of attention you deserve,” he said. “Otherwise we wouldn’t have that.” He nodded towards the picture on the bed. “Would we?”

Helene said nothing. She couldn’t meet his gaze, and so her eyes were drawn to his groin. He was hard. The front of his trousers bulged and the outline of his enormous cock was plainly visible. He made no attempt to hide it, in fact, he seemed almost to be showing it off, and suddenly it was as if there was third presence in the room, someone impatient and menacing.




Helene Blackmailed



Helene felt a flutter of nervous excitement in her stomach and she tried to remain calm but her breathing increased. She was no stranger to sex, but still, she’d never engaged in anything quite so cold and impersonal, so devoid of affection or any sort of intimacy, and being forced to parade around for his sexual enjoyment was humiliating and yet terribly arousing at the same time.

“It excites you, doesn’t it, Helene?” he asked her in a low voice. “Showing off for me like this.”

“No,” she answered quickly. Too quickly. 

He smiled. “Don’t lie to me. Your nipples are hard. I can see them from here. I’ll bet if I put my fingers between your legs I’d find out you were wet, wouldn’t I?”

The thought filled her with heat, and she tried to look at him without seeing him, as if she could see through him. It was true. She had felt her own lubrication as she’d walked, but she was damned if she would admit it.

He shifted in the chair, sliding his ass down and spreading his legs, an arrogant, male gesture. 

“I trust you can see what you’ve done to me, can’t you?” he asked. “In fact, you haven’t been able to take your eyes away, did you know that?”

She would have blushed had her face not already been so red with shame and excitement. She hadn’t been aware that she’d been staring, but she had. She’d been almost entranced looking at his cock, and now she tried to compose herself. She looked at his eyes and caught that predatory gleam there again, so she looked away, studying a cigarette burn in the carpet at the side of his chair. Even as she tried to hide her gaze, she could feel her nipples reaching for him. She heard him laugh.

“I wasn't wrong about you.” he said. “You’re a gorgeous woman, but you’re a tramp too. Not that you’d ever admit it, not that you’d ever act on it, but this excites you, having a man look at you like this, having this power over you.”

“No,” she said again, automatically. She was sinking again into that strange, trance-like lethargy: boiling on the inside, while on the surface everything was like a languid erotic dream. Her heart was hammering, and she could feel her breasts rising and falling with her deep, steady breathing. She felt his eyes on her like a lover’s caress.

“Take off your bra,” he said softly.

“No. I can’t. Really, I can’t.”

In an instant he was out of his chair. Helene gasped in alarm but he took her and spun her roughly around so that her back was to him and she felt his fingers on the clasp of her bra. She raised her hands to stop him, but then thought better of it and clasped her hands over her breasts. All that sexual need she’d repressed for all those long years suddenly flooded her body and threatened to overflow, invoked by his rough male touch. She felt him unhook her bra and hold the straps apart, and then pull tight, using them like reins to pull her back against him. The hard log of his cock pressed against her ass and made her bite her lip to keep from groaning out loud.

“Look,” he said, and Helene opened her eyes to see that he held her facing the mirror over the dresser.

She saw herself standing there in the middle of the room, his face looking over her right shoulder like an evil spirit, that hot, predatory gleam in his eye. 

“Put your hands down at your sides and look,” he said. “I want you to see this.”

Helene forced her hands away from her breasts. Again, she couldn’t look at his reflection, so she looked at her bra as he slowly relaxed his grip and drew it down and away from her breasts, pulling the thin straps down her arms.

She watched transfixed as the wispy garment left her body and her breasts came into view, her traitorous nipples puckered and apparently ready for anything. His big hands held the flimsy garment as he drew it down and away from her, revealing her nakedness, then dropped it on the floor. His empty hands came up, his fingers spread wide and he took her breasts in his hands, pulling her against him once more.

“Oh God!” she moaned. 

The sight of his hands on her in the mirror finally set it off, and she felt her own desire surge through her body with such force that it actually made her knees weak. The way he held her: so possessive, so greedy. She raised her hands and gripped his fingers, thinking to pull his hands away, but his arms were like cast-iron, immovable.

“Don’t,” he hissed at her with sudden anger. “You don’t touch me unless and until I tell you to, is that understood? Now put your hands down.”

To her own embarrassment Helene nodded weakly and dropped her hands. It was just as well. Her fingers were shaking with need. They way he touched her was is if he were the real owner of this body, as if he knew what it was for, not her; as if he had a better use for her than anything she could think of.

“Now just watch,” he said. “I want you to see this about yourself.”

She raised her eyes reluctantly to the mirror where his big hands covered her breasts. He stoked her, sliding his fingers along the cones of her breasts and Helene felt her eyes lids fluttering closed in helpless pleasure. He circled her nipples with his fingertips, all the while keeping her pressed against him so that she could feel his furiously hard cock throbbing against her ass. She watched as he took her nipples daintily between his thumbs and first fingers, and then squeezed.

The discomfort became a pain, a pain that shot through her body like a bolt of lightening and struck her deep between her legs, making her cry out and jerk in his embrace. He let go of her nipples but still held her tight as Helene was suddenly panting for breath. She could feel herself gush with wetness, as if she’d just been wounded. Her own response shocked her.

“Don’t do that,” she gasped. “Please!”

She could see him grinning behind her.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” he asked. “But you like the way it hurts.”

“No. No,” she said, fighting the urge to pull his hands away. “I don’t like it. It just hurts.”

He laughed. “You can stop pretending now,” he said. “We both know what’s going on here. You’re excited as hell, aren’t you? You’re a hot little piece, and you’ve made your entire career out of teasing the boys, out of using your sex to get what you want, with your hot little suits like the one you wore here today. You dangle yourself in front of their eyes and then cry ‘foul’ when somebody reaches for you, don’t you? Well you’ve made this bed, Helene, and now you’re going to get fucked in it.”

“No, stop!” She pushed back against him, trying to get away.

This had gotten entirely out of hand. She had been willing to take off her outer clothes for him, but this had gone beyond that, and he was showing her things about herself that she didn’t want to see. She’d been willing to strip. She’d even have been willing to let him have sex with her if that’s what he wanted, but now he was playing with her mind, with her own understanding of herself, and that frightened her.

She would never admit it, but it had felt good when he’d pinched her nipples. It had hurt, but within the pain there was a delicious helplessness and intensity that filled some need deep inside her. It was something she deserved, and something she needed, and it scared her.

“I’ll scream,” she said. “I’ll scream and call the police. I don’t care about your damned pictures. Just let me go now!”

He made no move to release her though.

“I’ll show you,” he said.

He was still standing behind her. Her arms were drawn up to cover her breasts, her hands balled into helpless fists. With his left hand he reached around her and took her right forearm, encircling her with his strong arm and holding her pressed against him. She watched nervously in the mirror as his right hand came down and slid over her smooth stomach and over her silky panties, heading for her pussy.

“No,” she cried, fighting against him, “No, damn it!”

His finger touched her between her legs, and she felt a jolt of feverish electricity shoot through her body. She reached up with her free left hand and dug her nails into his forearm, trying to hurt him, but he ignored her. He managed to pull the crotch of her panties to the side and his fingers dipped into the pool of wetness between her thighs.

“Oh God!” she moaned in shame. 

She knew she was soaking wet. She’d been lubricating since he first made her strip, and now her pussy was swollen and wet, dripping like an over-ripe peach. She felt his finger splashing around in her wetness and sneaking its way easily inside of her, playing on the edge of her opening, and she could feel his grin of arrogant male victory as he held her.

“Tell me, Helene,” he whispered in mock concern, “Are you always so wet? Do you always walk around with your pussy dripping like this?”

She couldn’t answer. There was nothing to say. Besides, his finger was sliding in greasy circles around her clit, forcing her stomach to clench in hot, eager spasms that brought little grunts of obscene pleasure to her lips.

He stood there holding her and playing with her pussy as her struggles grew weaker and more half-hearted and finally ceased. He held her tight, leaning back slightly so that her body was extended, and she was shamefully aware that she’d spread her legs for him and was working her hips against his hand, fucking back at him and trying to entice him to enter her, to put his finger where she needed to feel it. She thought she’d die of embarrassment but she couldn’t seem to stop. It was as if he spoke directly to her body, and she was just a horrified observer clinging to his arm, her eyes closed so that she wouldn’t have to witness her own degradation.

All those years of denial had caught up with her and her nerves were stretched razor-thin, aching for his rough touch. His strength and her helplessness ignited the repressed lust within and her thighs trembled, licked by the greedy flames of impending orgasm.

Then suddenly he let her go. 

“Take off your panties,” he said. 

He went to his chair and began to undress, taking off his shoes and loosening his tie.

Helene felt dizzy, as if she might fall. “No,” she said.

He gave her a look of mild surprise but he didn’t stop undressing.

“No,” she said again. “Not that. I won’t.”

He dropped his pants and stepped out of them, skinned off his briefs and Helene saw his massive cock spring into view, long and thick and as proud as a rampant stallion, standing out from between his shirt tails. Her throat went dry.

He came over to her and took her easily by the back of the neck, pushed her down over the dresser so that she was forced to bend over, her breasts pressing against the cold surface, her ass in the air. He held her like that with one hand while with the other he yanked her panties down her legs, ripping the thin fabric and leaving it tangled around her thighs.

Helene gasped in fear at his sudden violence, but before she could do anything he began spanking her with flat, angry blows, hitting her on the meatiest part of her ass and making her flesh vibrate and jiggle. She was completely outraged, speechless, so shocked that she just leaned there and took it before she even thought to do anything. But there was nothing to be done. His hand on the back of her neck was like iron and her hands were trapped beneath her, useless.

He slapped her with the flat of his hand, and each slap was like a pistol shot in the room, a sharp, flat sound accompanied by her squeal of pain and outrage. All she could do was wiggle and roll her hips, trying to escape the blows, and all that did was distribute the spanks all over her trembling ass cheeks until her entire bottom was red and on fire with masochistic heat.

She screamed, a snarling, feral sound of violation, but he didn’t stop. His fingers dug into the back of her neck and the blows rained down upon her and through the haze of shock and outrage Helene became aware of a new sensation. The shaking and jiggling of her ass communicated itself to her already-aroused pussy and lit a fire there, a fire that burned deep and began to glow with hot incandescence. Her skin burned, and each sting from a blow melted into the molten liquid at her core until she was burning with need. She needed to be touched and filled. She needed him.

And he needed her too. He was hitting her not out of anger but out of lust. She could feel it in the way his spanking hand lingered for a brief moment on her hot skin, the way his other hand trembled as he held her down: not because it took any strength—she had stopped struggling after the first few blows—but because of his own need for her. He wanted her, and that’s what this was about. This man wanted her so much he was shaking.

There was no possibility of her escaping now, and moreover she no longer wanted to. When he let go of her neck and stepped back she stayed where she was, the violence and humiliation of the blows echoing through her body like the ringing of a gong, the feel of his trembling hand still on the back of her neck. She lay there panting with her chest pressed down on top of the dresser and her knees locked, her buttocks thrust lewdly into the air, red and burning from his lustful punishment.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered her now. “Reach down between your legs and play with your pussy. Do it, whore!”

With an abject groan of acceptance, Helene reached back between her legs and ran a manicured nail down her wet slit. She was totally exposed to his gaze, and in the mirror she could see him behind her stripping off his shirt, getting ready to fuck her. He looked like a Greek God, like Zeus himself with his thick curls and salt-and-pepper beard, a dark and furious glower on his face. His cock stood out before him like the god’s own thunderbolt.

Helene felt no shame now, no compunction. He’d won, and she was the spoils. He’d been right about her, just as he’d said, and suddenly she felt an overwhelming urge to show him how right he’d been, show him what a slut she really was. It was just like her masturbation fantasies now, but this one was real, and at last she didn’t have to hide herself from anyone and play the demure princess. He knew she was a whore and she knew it too, and now she wanted to prove it to him.

She was filled with a fierce female pride. She was no match for his strength and his male power, but she had power of her own: the power of her own sexuality and desirability which made him every bit as weak as she was now. She slid her finger up and down her empty and hungry slit with obscene deliberation, smearing her wetness around, spreading herself open with two fingers and showing him what she had for him, what she was. In the mirror she could see his eyes grow wild with hunger and pure, naked lust, and she wanted to laugh with joy for the sudden freedom she felt.

He came into her savagely, just like she wanted, fucking into her so hard that he lifted her feet off the floor and made her eyes roll up into her head. He reached beneath her and grabbed a breast in one hand and dug into her pussy with the other, finding her clit and forking his fingers around it, rubbing her in rhythm to his powerful thrusts. Helene arched her back to take him deeper and covered the hand on her breast with her own, feeling the strength in his fingers. She reached down between her legs and showed him where to touch her, and then gasped, shocked by her own savage joy as his own hand took over and did to her what she’d always wanted a man to do: take her, use her. He dig his fingers into her tender flesh and punished her, insisting that she yield up her pleasure to him, and all the while his big prick sluiced in and out of her cunt with desperate male fury, wanting to possess her and make her his. He stuffed her full and then pulled out, leaving her aching for him, and the fury of his frictioning cock sent her higher and higher into her own dizzy heaven of lust.

Helene dared a glance in the mirror and saw him standing behind her, leaning back slightly, the big muscles on his chest hard and filmed with perspiration, a look on his face of satisfaction mixed with mild disdain, the look of a haughty conqueror. It was the disdain that did it for her, that look of arrogant satisfaction that caused an emotional thrill to burn through her body, bringing her to the very edge of a shattering orgasm, because she knew that he’d been right about her, that he’d been right all along. It was no accident that she’d been out masturbating on her roof when he’d caught her, fucking herself with her fingers while she dreamed of a man shoving his hot cock up into her ass, showing her sluttiness to the world. It was no accident that she’d come here and stripped for him, let him bend her over the dresser and spank her ass, and then fuck her within an inch of her life, as if she were a common whore.

It was who she was, and who she’d always known she was. And as clenched her eyes tight and bit down on the ferocious sweetness of her thundering orgasm, it was all she wanted to be.



Helene Ch. 02



*Note - This is a work of fiction.

By the time the summer of '75 came, 8 different girls were involved with Helene's little voyeuristic game. They all thought they were doing it just for Helene and their own benefit. Only Gracie knew that I knew as well. 

If I have given you the idea that I just went to work and then moped around all the time waiting for Helene to be in town, I apologize. Most of the time my apartment was being visited by some of my friends (yes, I did have some). Sometimes these visits did not include me.

My best friend, Kent, had a set of keys to my place. It was not unusual to come home and find Kent and ___________ (please insert any name you wish. He had more girlfriends than I had rookie cards, and I had a shoebox full.), already there and in my bed playing 'Wild Kingdom".

Twice he ruined a set up for Helene and me. One night I specifically told him I was going to have company and please wait till the next day. I don't know if he forgot or just didn't care, but I came home with Helene and this really gorgeous girl named Chrissie and, damnit there he was! I didn't want to take the keys back from him. That would have been a little harsh. But he had to pay for blowing the opportunity with Chrissie for Helene and me.

I took Chrissie home, and Helene and I went to a doughnut shop to talk about a plan. 

I told her about my starting to have dreams about watching.

At first she thought I was kidding. 

"You're front row, center. Why do you want to sit in the balcony for? She asked.

"Just for once, I'd like to try it," I said.

She shook her head and said, "Don't look at me, John."

"No, I already know about your virginal wish," I replied. "I have something I think we both will like."

"Oh, you're starting to sound wicked! I'm getting goose bumps! Let's hear it," she said.

One of the nicest things about my apartment is that it had a large walk-in closet in the bedroom. It could have doubled as a guestroom. Since I was a bachelor, I had very few items in that closet. It had sliding doors, with moveable louvers. I showed Helene what I had in mind, and she said that the closet smelled like my shoes. After moving my shoes to the hall closet, and a can of Lysol later, we were ready to execute the plan. All we had to do now was wait for Kent to show up.

Kent's way of letting me know he was there, was to play the stereo rather loudly. This didn't mean that I could not enter my apartment, rather that my bedroom was occupied. After a few evenings of laying in wait of Kent, we heard the stereo go on and in came Kent with a girl that looked rather skanky.

By now, Helene and I had this down to an art. We had beanbag chairs, a cooler with soda, and a bag of pretzels. Helene noticed the girl, and whispered to me. "He's slumming."

I just shook my shoulders, because I had actually seen him with worse. The girl and Kent began to undress, and jumped onto the waterbed. They then began a good bunny rabbit imitation. I reached down to grab the bag of pretzels, had the top in my hand, but before I had the chance to pull it open, Kent got off the bed. I looked at Helene, she was pointing at her watch. "20 seconds" she mouthed to me.

"You have got to be kidding me, that was it?" I said to her. With the stereo pounding away in the living room, we could speak freely without being heard. "Maybe that was just a warm-up." I said.

"I don't think so" Helene replied.

"You find this exciting?" I asked.

"No, that stunk," She replied. "My roommate and you really know how to put on a show, I guess I just assumed everyone was like that." 

"Well, maybe the next time, things will go a bit better." I said hopefully.

A couple nights later, the stereo goes on, Helene and I are waiting, and Kent comes in with a rather pretty girl. This time he gave us a good show. I was beginning to see what Helene found so erotic about watching. The only bad part about it all was that Kent was really bad in the sack. He had no imagination whatsoever. Maybe that's why he needed a new girl every time.

I told Helene that this wasn't really working out so well, because Kent wasn't really putting on that great of a show. Helene suggested that we bring in Gracie. The only problem was, Gracie didn't really like Kent very much. We needed someone who didn't know him. 

So we brought in Donna. Helene told Donna that she was becoming bored with watching me with girls, and wanted to try watching with a different guy. She told Donna that Kent was a friend of mine, and that he had a key to the apartment. She arranged for Donna to 'bump into' Kent, and give him the idea of taking her back to the apartment the following evening. Helene told Donna to not lock the front door, so that she could get into the apartment. Donna didn't know that Helene and I would be in the closet waiting for them, in fact Donna didn't know that I had any idea what was going on. 

The next evening, as planned, the stereo went on in the living room, and in came Donna and Kent. Donna started off giving us an oral exhibition. She appeared to be having trouble keeping Kent from ending the evening early, but she had a few tricks up her sleeve. She managed to keep Kent in check. 

Meanwhile, I have to admit, she was putting on quite a show and I was finding myself quite aroused. Helene was beginning to breathe heavily next to me, and was trying to hide the fact that she had her hand in her crotch. It appeared that she was enjoying Donna's showmanship as well. 

I thought to myself 'Enough is enough.' I dropped my pants and began openly stroking myself. Helene looked down at my hand, and up at my face as if to say, "What are you doing?" I gave her a look that said "Come on, go ahead." She shook her head 'No', and returned her gaze to the bedroom. About a minute went by when I heard Helene whisper, "Fuck it." She dropped her pants and joined me in a wanking session.

I know she had done this several dozen times a few feet away from me, but I had never actually seen her do it. I couldn't tell which was more erotic, watching Helene pleasure herself, or watching Donna, who had now climbed on top of Kent and was impaling herself on him. As hard as Donna tried, she couldn't keep Kent from cumming and ending the session. Soon, they were dressing and leaving the bedroom. 

I hadn't cum yet, and I could tell that Helene hadn't either. Helene was about to start pulling her pants up when I put my arm on her shoulder and pushed her back down onto the beanbag chair. She looked at me. I looked from her, down to my crotch where I was still stroking, and back to her with a look that said 'Go ahead, don't stop. Finish it'. Helene went back to work on herself. I didn't want to cum until she did, but I hoped that she was close because I sure was. I put my free arm around her, pulled her close to me, and held her while we both continued wanking ourselves. Her breathing had become very hard, almost as if she was snorting through her nostrils. I knew she was either cumming, or was about to. I felt her shudder, and I knew that was it. That took me over the edge, and I came.

We both sat there with our heads leaning against each other, enjoying the experience we had just shared. It was the most erotic thing I had ever done in my life. I'm afraid both of us had made quite a mess. It was a good thing that vinyl and tile clean up very easily.

Later that evening, Helene and I had consumed a little too much alcohol, and Helene made the suggestion that she stay the night rather than my driving her home. Helene had never stayed overnight before, so I wasn't sure how this would work out.

She asked if I had an extra set of sheets, I said that I did. (How could I not, with Kent over there all the time?) After changing them for me, she stripped down to her underwear, crawled into the bed, and patted the spot beside her. I had pretty much assumed that I'd be sleeping on the sofa, so this caught me by surprise. I stripped to my underwear and climbed in beside her.

She said, "Tonight was great, but, we still haven't gotten Kent back. How are we going to do this?"

I replied, "Well, I really don't want to hurt any of the girls he brings here, it's not their fault he's an ass. I really think we should talk to Gracie."

"Well, that won't work, because she doesn't like Kent." Said Helene

"Well, that might be why she will help us, just ask her to come over tomorrow night." I replied.

We continued talking until the wee hours of the morning went to sleep, and when we woke up the next day, Helene showed no interest in going home. She called Gracie and waited for her to come over. When Gracie arrived, I explained my plan to her. She didn't want to go for it. I didn't realize the extent to which she didn't like Kent. I came up with an even better plan that Gracie agreed to. The key to this plan was that Kent had no idea Gracie didn't care for him.

"You are really bad, John." Said Helene. 

The next day, Helene arranged for Gracie to 'bump into' Kent, and have him bring her back to the apartment. Helene and I were already stationed, and waiting. This time, we didn't even wait for that action to start; we had our pants around our ankles before they got there. Soon, the stereo went on.

Showtime!

In comes Gracie and Kent. Gracie does a slow striptease to the music. I had to admit, she was pretty good at it. Every now and again she would goof, and Helene and I would giggle, but all in all she put on a good show. When she finished her striptease, she went over to the bed, and slowly disrobed Kent. Seeing that he was already at full attention, she decided to go right to work. Whether she was on top, or he was on top, she only allowed him a few seconds before she would break it off. During the breaks, she would tickle him, or talk to him, doing anything she could to keep him from getting too excited. She wanted this to last a little while for our benefit. Gracie put on quite a show for us. She was very deliberate in what she was doing.

After about 20 minutes, Helene had already cum twice, but I was trying to hold out for the end. We had told Gracie that she was to try everything in her power to have the session go 30 minutes. She was doing a good job of making sure it didn't end early. I put my arm around Helene and brought her close, I felt her cum a third time. This time when she finished, she didn't start again. 

Instead, she replaced my hand with hers. Needless to say, I was shocked. "Her Virginess" was now only technically a virgin. Considering I did not force her, she really must have wanted to do it. As we continued to watch Gracie put on her show, Helene wanked me, and I wanked her. Just the idea of Helene doing it was enough to end my session, and I had soon made my own mess. Helene just gave me a big hug without saying a word.

I looked at my watch; it was coming up on 30 minutes. We both stood, pulled up our pants, Gracie pulled off of Kent, started jerking him hard, the doors to the closet burst open, and I rattled off a roll of film as he went over the edge. Gracie triumphantly smiled to the camera and held him at an angle that would work well with the pictured I was taking. I thought Kent was going to have a coronary. Gracie and Helene were laughing their asses off, while Kent looked at me in a confused and dazed state. "That'll teach you to bring people in here without asking first." I said to Kent.

The three of us went out to the living room, giving Kent time to regain his composure. When he came out, he didn't have much to say, he only excused himself and left. I had a friend of mind develop the roll of film. We picked out the one we liked best and had it blown up to three 16x20 posters, which I had framed. 

The first time Kent brought a girl to my apartment unannounced after that, he and the girl he was with found themselves face to face with a picture of Gracie holding his dick, with spurts of spunk flying through the air, and his head tilted up looking at the camera wide eyed and surprised. 

The next time he tried it, he went into the apartment and took down the picture before the girl came in. He really liked this girl. Too bad, when he turned on the bedroom light he found two posters on walls, facing each other. Needless to say, things were ruined between him and that girl. He had finally gotten the point. He never came over to my apartment with someone again, without asking first. 

Meanwhile, Helene and I discovered that we really enjoyed that session with each other quite a bit. Helene needed a visual stimulus. It just wouldn't work for her unless she was watching somebody. In discussing the problem with Gracie, she told me that she would be most happy to perform a one woman show for us, and that we wouldn't even have to hide. 

Gracie was very good at what she did. She even suggested bringing over a girl for a two-woman show.

But that's another story.



Helene Ch. 03



It was late summer of '75 and Helene was ready to leave to begin her junior year in college. This really hurt, because I had started to develop strong feelings for her. She was still holding me to the 'Do as you like when I'm out of town' pact we had made, and didn't want to make any kind of commitment to me. Since getting back at Kent, she stayed overnight at my place a few more times, although no sexual activity took place. Even though we both loved Gracie's performance with Kent, I kind of got the impression that Helene was sorry for losing her 'Total Virginal' status. Gracie continued to offer a one-woman show, but Helene declined. In fact, she seemed to be distancing herself from Gracie as well. When Helene left for school, I had a real bad feeling about it. I wrote her every week, but I got no response. Around Halloween I called Gracie, to see if she had heard from her. She had, but wouldn't tell me anything more. She asked me to stop by, but I declined. Being totally frustrated, I decided to call her mother.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Brown? This is John. I was wondering if Helene might have moved to a different dorm. I haven't received any answers to my letters," I asked.

"Oh, THE John? The John that my daughter decides to sleep with, instead of coming home at night when she's in town? That John?" she asked, indignantly.

"Mrs. Brown, you have it all wrong. I've never slept with Helene. Yes, she's stayed here a few times, but that's it. Besides, she's twenty years old!" I replied.

"No, she hasn't moved, and I couldn't be more thrilled that she's ignoring you."



It's always good to know where you stand with people.

************

Thanksgiving weekend, Kent asked to use the apartment for a few hours. Not knowing what to do with myself, I took a ride over to Gracie's. She was a bit surprised to see me. I told her about Kent and that I just stopped by to say hello. She invited me in and led me to the den.

"Have you heard from Helene?" I asked her.

"Yes, but I'm not at liberty to discuss anything," she replied.

"So, I guess it's safe to assume that things between us are over. Has she found someone else?" I asked, deflated.

"John, I can't talk about it, but if I were you, I'd wait to hear from her myself. Hey! Do you want some left over turkey dinner? My mom made a ton of food."

"Uh, okay," I replied, as she jumped up and disappeared out of the room.

I was watching a football game when Gracie returned with a huge plate of food, and set it on a TV table in front of me. I was wondering how I was supposed to eat it all, when she produced two forks, and slid her chair across from mine. She flipped her long black hair behind her and sat down with a big grin on her face. Gracie's crush on me was no secret, and sometimes it was funny watching her come on to me. She took a small amount of food on her fork and held it to my lips. As I opened them, she pulled it back and stuck it in her own mouth. She started to giggle. 

"Let's try that again," she said.

She took another fork of food and held it halfway between us. I leaned over to put it in my mouth, but she pulled it away and leaned in and kissed me.

"Gracie," I said, in a mock warning tone.

She stuck the fork of food in my mouth.

"Helene's not here and she's always said that you're both free agents when she's away."

"I know, but come on. You're her best friend."

"All the more reason to keep it in the family," she said, placing another forkful in my mouth.

I decided to play along. I took some food and placed it in her mouth. She very slowly closed her lips over the fork and slid them off even slower. Then she closed her eyes and ran her tongue along her top lips.

"Delicious," she said, as she ran her bare foot up my leg.

On my next forkful to her, a pea dropped down her shirt. She leaned forward and said, "Would you mind getting that for me please?" batting her eyes innocently.

"Gracie!" I said, in a mock state of shock.

She just kept batting her eyes at me.

"Okay," I said, and stuck my hand down her shirt. I found the pea lodged at the top of her bra and took it out.

"You could have made that last a little longer," she said, holding up another fork of food and pouting.

Gracie was the cutest thing when she pouted.

We continued 'feeding' each other and Gracie's foot kept getting bolder and bolder. By the time the food was gone, she had reached my crotch. I had a painfully confined erection going. 

"Looks like some part of you has forgotten Helene," she giggled.

There was a knock at the door. Gracie didn't remove her foot and the door opened.

"Hi!" said, Gracie's sister. Tina was a year older than her and was an absolutely gorgeous girl. The two were obviously sisters, but Tina had the upper hand in looks. 

Gracie continued to massage my crotch with her foot as her sister sat down on the sofa next to me. I tried to push Gracie's foot aside, but it kept coming back.

"So, what are you two up to?" asked Tina.

"Oh, not much. We just had food sex and now I'm trying to finish him off with my foot," replied Gracie.

"You're not going to get too far that way. That bad boy looks pretty cramped in there," she replied, looking under the table.

"How long do you think Kent will be at your place?" asked Gracie.

"He's probably gone now," I replied, unsure where this was going.

"Good! Time for you to leave," said Gracie, as she stood and pushed me out the door. 

"What the hell?" I said, as the front door shut behind me. Totally confused, I drove back to my apartment. I no sooner turned on the TV, then there was a knock at my door, it opened, and in walked Gracie and Tina.

"Hi, again!" said Tina. "We've come to give you a show!"

"What?"

"We're going to give you the show I offered you and Helene. It's her fault she baulked, not yours," said Gracie, as she opened the top button of Tina's shirt.

"What exactly are you two going to do?" I asked, in a state of surprised shock.

"Anything you want. Are you having trouble with this? Don't think of us as sisters, then," said Gracie.

"So, you're bi-sexual, Gracie?"

"No. I just like my sister a lot and we like to play."

"So, what do you want us to do?" asked Tina.

"Why don't you two just do what you want?" I replied.

"Oh no, this is for you!" replied Gracie, as she walked over and gave me a kiss. Tina joined her as they laid soft kisses on my face and neck. Soon their lips met and they started to kiss and fondle each other. 

"Wow," was all I could think of to say. They worked each other's clothes off. I had seen Gracie's body several times, but Tina's put her to shame. She had perfectly proportioned breasts with acorn-sized nipples and the tightest ass and legs I had ever seen. They sat down on the couch in front of me and started to explore each other's body with their fingers. I sat in a chair a few feet away, watching the action intently. They sucked on each other's breasts and used their fingers to stimulate each other's womanhood. Their moans were almost guttural as their excitement increased.

My erection was straining at the zipper and it hurt. I didn't mind exposing myself to Gracie, but I was a bit timid with Tina. Tina broke her licking and sucking long enough to ask me if I was enjoying myself. I nodded. 

"Then pull those pants down and cum. We can't hold on much longer," she said.

It took only a moment to make up my mind. I pulled my pants down to my ankles and started to wank away. I was really horny. I hadn't touched myself in weeks. 

"John," said Gracie, breathlessly. "John, oh, oh, cum NOW!"

They were sitting three feet away from me on the couch and I shot four ropes of spunk right on them. Gracie smiled and giggled as she felt the spunk hit her and an orgasm rippled through her. Tina squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered, as hers did as well. I made quite a mess on both of them. When they recovered and stood, there were two large wet spots under them. There was no way they were faking it and it was a stellar performance. Too bad Helene had turned it down. 

They both leaned over me in the chair and stroked my hair.

"Did you like that?" asked Tina.

"Of course he did. Look at all the cum," replied Gracie for me.

With that, the phone rang. Gracie was closest to the kitchen where it was and she answered it.
"Hello. Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh," and she hung up. 

"Who was that?"

"Wrong number," replied Gracie, as she ran back over to me and shoved her boobs in my face.

************

Once a week, for the next four weeks, I called Gracie to see if she had heard from Helene. Each time she replied that she had, she couldn't talk about it, and why don't I come over to her house to see Tina and her. Finally, on Christmas Eve, I went to Gracie's for a quick visit. I bought a small present for both her and her sister and just wanted to spend a few minutes saying hello. I knocked on the door and Gracie answered shouting, "Merry Christmas!" and giving me a big kiss and hug. 

"Hi, I just wanted to stop by and say hello. Here, this is for you," I said, handing her the gift. "Is Tina here?" I asked, looking around. 

"No, she's working until nine. Is this for her? She'll be thrilled!"

She opened her gift. It was a pair of earmuffs. She was always complaining about how cold her ears got in the winter. "Oh! Thank you!" she said as she threw her arms around me and gave me a big kiss. "What did you get Tina?"

"A hat and scarf," I answered.

"I'll give you her response right now," said Gracie, as she kissed me again.

"Um, Gracie, don't you think that you should tone it down a bit. If Helene comes home, both of us are going to have a lot of explaining to do."

"She said you were both free agents. She's not here, so I'm staking a claim!"

"What happens when she comes back?" I asked.

"I'll worry about that when it happens. Besides, she hasn't bothered to write you, has she?"

"No."

"There you go," she said, still holding her arms around my neck.

"Look, I just stopped by to say hello and drop off these gifts to you. Merry Christmas, Gracie."

"No! Don't go! Please?" she asked, pouting again.

"I really should go," I said. The hold on my neck grew tighter.

"Okay. I'll stay. What have you got to eat? I'm starved!"

"What if I told you we only have a can of tuna fish?"

************

New Year's Eve, Gracie invited herself and Tina over to my place. They were bringing the food and champagne. I was starting to get used to the idea that Helene had probably found a new guy, but there were still many questions I had. Most could have been cleared up if I could just talk to Helene, even just for a few minutes. Even so, given her past history of secrets and misdirection, I wasn't sure that anything we might discuss was actually the truth.

At nine o'clock, Gracie and Tina arrived. They brought the champagne, a huge platter of shrimp cocktail, and a crock-pot of meatballs and rolls. Gracie was actually in a dress. It was a low cut that set off her petite body shape well. Tina was in a dress as well and it couldn't have looked better on anyone else. I was beginning to wonder what I had done in life to warrant such a wonderful sight.

Tina walked over to me and kissed me on the lips.

"Thank you for your Christmas present. I needed a new scarf."

"My earmuffs work great! You are so thoughtful!" said, Gracie.

"It wasn't like I got them at Tiffany's, you know," I said, embarrassed, as it was now Gracie's turn to give me a kiss. She didn't let go afterward. 

"Ah, Gracie, would you give me a hand with the food?" asked Tina.

"In a minute," she said, 

"Now, Gracie," she said, in a warning tone.

"You better go," I said quietly.

"Okay," she said, as she kissed me again. 

Oh boy. I'd still call it a crush, except that Gracie was 19 years old. 

Baretta was playing on the TV. I sat down to watch as the girls plugged in the crock-pot and got the shrimp ready to go. While they were doing that, the phone rang. Gracie was right on it.

"Hello. Uh-huh, uh-huh. Yep. Uh-huh, bye." 

"Who was that?" I asked.

"That was Kent. He was going to drop by but realized it was me and decided not to," she replied.

"Well, he could have come over," I said.

That got me an instant cold stare from her. Man, she really didn't like him. 

When she was finished in the kitchen, Gracie came out and jumped on the sofa next to me. Tina was headed over as well, when there was a knock at the door. Gracie was busy jumping all over my lap and had a bear hug on my neck. Tina said, "I'll get it," and opened the door. There stood Helene.

"Oh shit!" both Gracie and I said, as Gracie hopped off my lap.

"Hello! Ah, am I disturbing you?" asked Helene, sweetly.

"As a matter of fact..." said Gracie, as I put my hand over her mouth.

"Where have you been? Why haven't you written?" I asked.

"I needed time to think," Helene replied.

"About what?"

"A lot of things. Well, I'm back in town, and you what that means," she said, pointing at herself and I.

Gracie turned to look at me. Tina walked up behind her and put her arms around her shoulders. "Shush!" Tina whispered to her sister. "Don't interfere."

"You know, I don't think so, this time. You owe me an explanation," I replied. 

Helene just looked at me. "What are you talking about?" she said.

"I want to know why I've been given the silent treatment," I said.

"I just wanted to think," Helene replied.

"Well?"

"I'm not done thinking yet."

"I think you should go somewhere else and think," I snapped back.

"Gracie?" Helene asked, addressing her for the first time.

"You know how I feel," replied Gracie.

"So, I'm intruding?" asked an unbelieving Helene.

"Yes," replied Tina.

"I didn't ask you," said Helene to Tina.

"Unless you want to talk, then you should leave," I finally said.

"Oh, okay. I see when I'm not wanted. I only came to spend the New Year with you all."

"You came here to disrupt..." started Gracie, before her sister held her mouth and told her to "Shush".

"Do you want me to leave, John?" Helene asked.

"Yes, unless you want to explain yourself," I replied.

"Maybe I should go. Happy New Year!" she said, as she left.

Tina let go of her sister and Gracie put her arms around me.

"Thank you," she said. 

"Gracie, what's going on?" I asked.

"I swore to her that I wouldn't say anything. I'm sorry I made that promise now."
I looked over to Tina.

"Yeah, I know too. I'd break a oath with Gracie if I say anything," said Tina.

"Alright. Let's forget her for now. How about some shrimp?" I asked, as I sat on the sofa. Gracie plopped on my lap.

"'Waitress' is not in my job description," said Tina.

"I'll get it," said Gracie, as she headed to the kitchen. Tina plopped on my lap herself. 

"See anything you like?" she asked, opening enough buttons of her dress to leave most of her chest exposed.

"Well..." I started to say.

"Hey! Oh no you don't! I was there first!" shouted Gracie, holding out the shrimp plate. I grabbed a few before they were either thrown or dropped.

Tina slid off my lap and sat beside me. Gracie sat on the other side. We all took turns playing 'food sex'. As to who was more erotic or sexy in the little game, it was a dead heat between the sisters. They both seemed to enjoy it equally as well.

"We're saving the champagne for midnight, right?" I asked.

"Yes!" they said in unison.

"Okay, I need a beer then," I said. Neither moved. I suppose they were afraid of what the other would do to me in either's brief absence. I got up to get one myself. When I returned, I caught them playing 'rock, paper, scissor'. They saw me and immediately put their hands under their legs, and looked at me innocently, batting their eyes.

"What was that all about?" I asked.

"We're in disagreement on something and we are trying to determine a winner," said Tina.

"What would that be?" I asked.

"We'd rather not say at this point," answered Gracie, looking at her sister.
"Okay. It's only 10:30. What do you want to do now?" I asked.

"Funny you should say that," said Tina. She got up, went to her oversized purse, and pulled out a package. She opened it, unfolded a large plastic sheet with round colors and placed it on the living room floor. Then she put down a cardboard piece with several colors and an arrow spinner in the middle.

"We're going to play 'Twister'!" said Tina.

"Ah, gee, that's great," I said, less than enthused.

Gracie got up and started to undress. Tina already had her dress off, and was attempting to free her perfect breasts from her bra.

"Come on, let's go", said Gracie. "We play naked."

"Oh," I said, as I started to shed my clothes as quickly as I could.

Both Gracie and Tina finished undressing and started to limber up. I finished undressing and wondered if I should hide the massive erection I was getting.

"Oh! John's ready!" said Gracie, pointing to my crotch.

I turned six shades of red. 

"I'll go first," said, Tina.

And the game began. 

There were several moments in the game where my mouth was almost on top of either their breasts or their crotch. A few times, the girls touched or squeezed my erection as their reach allowed. After a very difficult move was executed by Gracie, her head was right under my fully exposed ass and genitals. I felt a pair of moist lips envelope me.

"Oh, shit," I whispered, as I nearly collapsed. 

"We didn't say we were gonna play fair," said Tina. "Cum and you lose!"

It was Tina's turn and she took her sweet old time taking it. Meanwhile, Gracie tenderly swirled her tongue around the head of mini-me, as she continued to slide it in and out of her mouth. 

"Gracie, it's your turn," said Tina. "Ah, Gracie? Okay, I'll spin for you," she said, noticing that Gracie was still busy.

The resultant spin made Gracie remove her mouth from me and move away. I was able to relax, as she had done a tremendous job at getting my balls churning. My spin had me point my ass at Tina. She used a free elbow to rub the soft spot under my exposed balls. Tina's spin brought the sister's faces together. They kissed until Gracie's next move brought her head back in mini-me's direction. 

"Oh, fuck it! I lose," she said, as she took as much of me as she could into her mouth.

"Oh no, you don't," said Tina, as she placed her head next to her sister and licked my balls.

The feeling was exquisite. Gracie's gentle coaxing with her lips and tongue was making a serious dent in my ability to resist. Tina's tongue on my balls was the final straw as I felt a massive orgasm approaching. I was shaking, as I nearly went over the edge. I was about to tell Gracie to 'look out' when the front door opened and slammed shut.

"Okay, now I'm ready to talk," said Helene, as she walked past us and sat in a chair.

"Would you please just leave?" shouted Gracie.

"Maybe I'll just watch," she replied.

We all got up, the girls picked up their dresses, and went to my bedroom. I stood in front of Helene with mini-me twitching at her. I had been just a fraction of second from cumming.

"Now? You're ready to talk now?" I asked, pissed off.

"I never saw that close up in the light, before. It's crooked," she said, pointing in the direction that it tilted to. "I've had a lot of time to think, and tonight I came to a conclusion," said Helene.

"Why? Because we're here?" said Gracie, as she and Tina came out of my bedroom. "Go put you're clothes back on, John," she said. "I want to talk to Helene alone." 

"Okay," I said, with mini-me bouncing the whole way into my room.

As I dressed, I heard some talking and some arguing, but I couldn't make it out. When it grew quiet, I opened the door and went back to the living room. Helene was still seated in the chair, but Gracie and Tina were facing her with their arms crossed.




Helene Ch. 03



"Helene is ready to leave," said Tina.

"No, I'm not," she replied.

"Okay, you have five minutes to explain. If I don't like what I hear, your out," I said, sternly.

"You're feelings were getting too strong, John. I never intended that. I decided to allow you to cool off. I really like being with you, but I'm not into commitment. You want me to be something I can't be. I don't want a mate. I don't want to have someone to be intimate with. I may change my mind in the future, but the idea turns me off. I never told you that we would wind up together, so don't be mad. I just like being with you and love your company. But I'm selfish. I need all of you when I'm here. I don't want to share you. Gracie knew what I was doing, and at Christmas, she told me she and Tina were going to make you theirs, permanently. I don't want that. I came home as soon as I could. I want you to myself when I'm here." 

"No!" said Gracie, looking at me concerned. Tina also was staring at me.

I rubbed my face, walked out to the kitchen, opened another beer, and decided to speak my peace.

"It's over. No more games. No more tugging at my heart strings. No more guessing which Helene will be here today or tomorrow. No more surprises," I said.

I held my hands out to both Tina and Gracie. 

"Unless you have other business here, you can leave. Now!" I said.

Both sisters came to me and held me tight. 

"You can't have both of them, you know," sneered Helene.

"Oh yes he can," said Tina.

"I held onto your secret. Now get out!" shouted Gracie.

"Bye!" I said.

Helene got out of the chair and headed to the door. She stopped and looked back at me. The sisters kissed me on the cheeks. She left.

It was 11:50. We turned on Johnny Carson and got the champagne ready.

"Thank you again," said Gracie.

"Yes, thank you," said Tina. 

"Who do you like better, her or me?" asked Tina about herself and Gracie.

I knew that whatever I answered would be wrong. "You're both wonderful," I replied. I was smothered in kisses by both of the sisters.

Midnight hit, and the girls poured the bubbly. We toasted to the Bicentennial New Year and then I got a beer. They shared the remainder of the champagne. 

"Are you two going to be okay to drive home?" I asked, as they fixed meatball sandwiches for us. They were swaying back and forth a bit.

"Are we going home?" asked Gracie.

"No," replied Tina.

"Oh. Okay," I said. "Ah..."

"We're sleeping with you, so there!" said Gracie. "Here, eat!" she said, as he handed me a sandwich. It was really good.

"We're going to have fun. I hope you're not too wound up," Tina said, as she looked at her sister.

"Yeah, the old 30 second evening," she said, laughing.

"I will give it my best shot," I replied. "Oh, I almost forgot," I said. I walked over to the front door and locked it with the dead bolt. "I don't want her coming back in."

************

I was in bed with two of the most beautiful girls I'd ever met. Gracie, with her seemingly permanent tan, long jet-black hair, and petite body. Tina, with that same complexion, the same black hair and awesome body. They knew every trick in the book. They touched, petted, stroked, kissed, licked, and caressed every inch of my body as well as each other's. I had never been so turned on in my life. Somehow, they were able to keep me from ending my portion of the activities prematurely. I had my hand on Tina's womanhood, helping her to climax as Gracie and her locked their mouths in a sloppy kiss. When Tina came, her contractions were so strong; she pinched the finger I was using. Gracie moved into position for me to do the same to her, as they continued to kiss. Being sisters, they seemed to have the same body language as to what they liked and what they did not. I was able to cause Gracie to cum within a minute. 

They both laid back on the bed with me in between. They were taking a break. 

"This has turned into the greatest night of my life," I said.

Both kissed me on the cheek.

"I'm having a pretty good time too," said Tina.

"I wouldn't trade it in for anything, especially since you tossed Helene," said Gracie.

Both propped themselves up on their elbows, and started to run their fingers up and down my chest. I looked at both of them in the dim light of my bedroom. Tina was defiantly the better looking of the two, but there was something about Gracie that attracted me just the same. Maybe it was that solid single eyebrow she used to have across her head. Maybe it was her pout, or her smile. Maybe it was just the way she looked at me. I don't know.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Tina.

"I keep thinking I'm going to wake up," I replied.

"You got to go to sleep first, sweetie," giggled Gracie.

"This should wake you up," said, Tina. She straddled me and placed herself on my face. "Gracie says you're good at this," she said, adjusting herself so I could get to her easily. 

"Oh, shit, Gracie. You were right! Wow! Ooh!" uttered Tina.

Gracie steadied her so she wouldn't fall or squish me. 

Tina started gyrating her hips on my face. 

"Ooh. Uh. Shit!"

She gyrated to a stop, propped her arms against the wall to steady herself, and shook and shuddered above me. After a few seconds, she exhaled and climbed off of me.

"Oh, man. That was great," said Tina in a whisper.

"I told you. He is the best I've ever had," said Gracie, as she started to run her fingers up and down my chest again. "But, it's been a while," she said, as she pouted.

I rolled her on her back and placed my head in her crotch. She locked her legs behind my back as I used everything I knew on her. She ran her hands through my hair as I worked on her. When I finally remembered what she liked best, she intertwined her fingers behind my head and pulled me to her as hard as she could. I could hear her gasp as I felt the contractions begin. She let out a groan that almost sounded like she was crying. Her breathing was so hard and fast, it sounded as if she had just ran a race. Finally, she freed my head and relaxed her legs on my back.

I laid back between them.

"That was even better than I remembered it," gasped Gracie.

"Your turn," said Tina.

I got even more excited than I already was wondering what they had in mind for me. They both again started to trace their fingers over my chest. As they reached my abdomen, they didn't stop. This time, they traced the length of me and tested the hardness. They took turns teasing me and tickling.

"You know, Helene was right. You're going to have to choose one of us as your girl," said Tina, softly.

"But you said..."

"I know, but Gracie and I need to know where we stand. We can all still play together, but one of us has to be truly yours and the other a welcome guest," said Tina. "Do you agree Gracie?"

"Uh huh," she said, looking at me.

"Is that what you were doing with 'rock, paper, scissors'?" I asked.

"Yeah, we were trying to decide who was going to get you. We've decided we want you to decide," said Tina.

"That's not fair," I said.

"Actually, it's not only fair, it makes sense. Now as we pleasure you, think about it. When it's time, kiss one of us. That will be your choice. If you kiss neither of us, then we will not perform for you, nor will we pleasure you, until you make your choice. It may seem trivial to you, but we really need to know where we stand," said Tina.

"Of course it's not trivial," I said. 

They both kissed me on the cheek for saying that. I started to think, as they both tickled and tugged. Tina was watching her handy work as Gracie just stared at me. How was I going to choose? I hadn't known Tina anywhere near as long as Gracie, but I liked her. She was only a year older than Gracie but seemed much more mature. She also didn't have that silly crush on me like Gracie. And she had that killer body. 

Still, the vision of that one long eyebrow kept popping up in my head. I remembered the look on her face as she triumphantly humiliated Kent. And finally, I remembered her reaction this evening to Helene's return. 

Their hands worked in concert as I felt the point of no return quickly approaching. I again looked at Tina and she was still watching her hand. Gracie was still looking me in the eyes. 

There was no choice.

There never was. 

Only one person in that bed really wanted me. 

I was a fool for thinking otherwise and was foolish for ignoring it for so long.

My balls twitched one last time as I turned to kiss Gracie.

I ejected streams of spunk on Tina. She giggled as her perfect body was covered with spunk. She looked at Gracie and I kissing, and said, "I knew you'd figure it out."



Helene



I looked down at the floor where she was now perched up on her elbows looking at me.

Grace continued, “ I guess you could say..”

“…I like to watch.” Finished Helene.

She said that she was hooked on it. She knew she couldn’t wait all summer to get back to the dorm and she also knew how frustrated I was by her convictions. So she devised a plan with her friends to take care of both our needs. Gracie was no problem getting to go along with it because she liked me already, but she wasn’t 18 yet and Helene knew me well enough to know I wouldn’t go for the bait. She would have had to wait another week for Gracie’s birthday. She didn’t think she could last that long so she brought in Donna who was actually 20. Apparently she was known to be party girl and agreed to check me out.

The plan was to bring food in a cooler in the car, make conversation as much as possible until Donna made her mind up about me. Then Donna would give Helene some kind of yes or no sign. If all systems were go, then the whole food thing would come up. Five minutes later Helene would sneak back in and if Donna were successful, she’d watch the action from the hallway outside the bedroom while she pleasured herself. If not then she just had “forgotten her wallet” and out she would go again for the “food”. When Donna and I were done, she would sneak out, wait ten minutes and then magically reappear with the food. If Donna wasn’t interested in me she just would have goon to the car, waited ten minutes and came back with the food. Her plan worked like a charm only this time she was a little noisy and got caught.

“What happened to you ‘not wanting to share’?” I asked.

“I lied.”

So Helene and I sat there and worked out a plan while Gracie sat there giggling and drinking the rest of the Champaign. We agreed that if this is what made us both happy then fine. We decided to set these things up ahead of time. If it were a new girl, we would use the old cold cut trick having the girl think I didn’t know. This actually was a big turn on for Helene. She said she new a lot of girls that get a kick out of seducing others girls’ boyfriends. If she didn’t have anyone new that night, she would bring someone I did know and I was to still act dumb. That way the girl would still think they were seducing me. The only other girl that knew the whole story was Gracie.

“I’ll do it anyway.” Slurred Gracie as she finished the Champaign.

“You seemed to enjoy it quite a bit.” Said Helene.

“Best I ever had.” She sighed while slouching down in the couch.

So her adventures as a voyeur continued all that summer, winter break, and spring break the following year.

By the following summer I wanted to watch. 

But that’s a different story.



Helene's First Time



"What made you say that?" demanded Helene, her bright blue eyes flashing as she leaned over the table at him. The music from the college bar's sound system kept her words from being overheard. "How could you?" 

David had never seen her angry like this. He instantly and completely regretted making that crack about "late bloomers, like you" but he had been nervous. He knew what she wanted tonight. After weeks of casual dating and then great kissing, Helene was coming onto him, rather than the other way around. She had insisted on going to a romantic movie, and for the first time ever, when he picked her up she was wearing a skirt and a blouse. Her ponytail was gone and he noticed for the first time that she had let her hair grow out during the summer, because once it fell almost down to her shoulders. On her small frame, the clothes looked a size too large. Of course, she didn't wear a bra -- no need. Now she was leaning toward him and he could see down her blouse to her pink nipples sitting in the middle of pink quarter-sized areolas, sitting on the pale skin of a breast no bigger than a cookie. Nipples he just knew he would never see again. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything...." David said in a shaky voice, clearly upset. He had been attracted to Helen since he met her, replacing the detergent stock at her father's laundramat, because he felt safe around her. Tiny, never dressed up, no figure, little pony-tail, but a pretty, feminine face and a bright smile that lit up the room. Now all of a sudden she was acting like a young woman of 19, which she was. She wanted more from him: she was expecting him to act like a man with experience. 

Helene, without saying it, had made it clear to him without using words that she wanted to lose her virginity to him tonight. 

What Helene did not understand was that David had only had something like sex twice before, if sex is defined by technical penetration and if duration is not counted. She was asking a near-virgin to do it, to take her virginity. 

All through the movie he had been asking himself: How can I bust her cherry and make her feel like a woman when I still feel like a boy? I want to do it but I don't know if I can do it right. I get an erection around her but it goes away again when we stop kissing, not like the ones I get when I look at porn. I don't have a rubber with me. What if I make her pregnant? Will I have to marry her and drop out to do programming to support us because Dad won't give me money? Meanwhile, he was chattering on about nothing, feeling uncomfortable and not himself tonight. 

It was a Freudian slip, pure and simple, and in making it David had inadvertently told her to her face that he thought her body was underdeveloped. Helene was getting more and more exasperated as David tried to get out of the hole he had dug for himself.  

It was so wrong, Helene thought to herself as he rambled on, lamely, trying to salvage the situation. A year ago I didn't have boobs. Now they're here and tho I may never make it to a B cup, at least I've got 'em. My hips were like a boy's last year and today when I look in the mirror I see the beginning of a curve. And I've had pubic hair for three years -- maybe not a lot but at least it's not bare down there. 

"Helene," David was pleading now, "I think your body is hot! You've got a real tight ass!" This was so bogus, Helen thought. She had a small, flat butt, just like everyone who had been on the girl's swim team. Besides, "tight ass" is not a compliment. 

"David," Helene interrupted, firmly. "Go back to your computers. This isn't working. Girls from town shouldn't date guys from the college. We don't have anything in common." She was thinking to herself, this was my mistake. I was so impressed that he would ask me out, a townie girl, that I really believed it could work out, even with a geek. Of course, the guys she actually had something in common with were always just pals. They were glad to see her but would never see her the way she wanted to be seen. 

David whined a bit but saw right away that he was not going to change her mind. His big chance had gone. On the other hand, he had seen her tits, so the night was not a total loss. Speaking of tits, he had heard that there was a "tits out" party, at an old farmhouse a ways out of town. His friends would be there -- they would help him get over the breakup. So at least he had somewhere else to go tonight and sulk. [Interested readers may wish to check out "Felicity Gets Fondled" for what happened to David next.]

He mumbled a good-bye and left abruptly. Helene kept her face expressionless as he got up and walked out of the bar, but after he was gone, she was crestfallen. David was the only guy who had ever asked her out on a real date -- the only boyfriend she had ever had. 

She moped for another few minutes in the bar, nearly empty with the students away for the summer, and then decided to take her beer to the bar. As she sat demurely on a stool at one end of the bar, three of the men at the other end there looked quizzically at each other and at the bartender. How did jailbait get in? Forged driver's license? 

"Yeah, I know she looks underage," said the bartender. "But I know her and she's legal." The men arched their eyebrows. They didn't believe him. After he finished pouring, the bartender came over to Helene. 

"Hey, Popcorn!" Helene didn't react to her childhood nickname. It wasn't cute or amusing anymore, at least to her, but she was used to it.

"Hi, Freddie!" Freddie was two years older than Helene, so they had only overlapped for a year in high school. After graduation, Freddie had gone straight to work. In a way, so did Helene but she was just taking a year off before going to college. Freddie was never going to college. "Slow night?" Obviously. She just felt a need to talk to someone now, even if Freddie was way out of her league. In high school he had been the teen heartthrob. 

"So, what was that all about?" Freddie asked. "I saw you telling off your date and then he stomped out of here. Didn't even pay for your beers before he left."

"Nerd Boy would do that. Living in his own world." Helene was glad for the moral support but still felt regretful. "It's ok, I guess. It's not like we were going to get married or anything." The "not anything" was not true and Helene knew it. She may not have planned to marry him but she had been counting on him to carry her over the threshold of sex. 

"Well, you can do better," Freddie said emptily, not really believing the words as he spoke them. After all, it wasn't like Helene was a babe. She had a pretty face and that was it: not hot. When Helene had come into the bar before, it was always with a posse, never before with a date. She always said hi to him but they weren't friends or anything. And come to think of it, he hadn't seen her in there for a few months. 

"Yeah. I've got 'em lining up around the block." Helene. She knew perfectly well that she came across as sexless to guys. That never bothered her before she started going out with David. Then she started wanting more and a few days ago she decided to get it. 

"Aren't you going off to State, someone told me." 

"I took a year off to help Dad while he was in the hospital. He's almost done with his treatments now and he's doing great. Time for me to go back to school." That was only half true. Even before her father's diagnosis, Helene had already decided to take the year off. She didn't want to start college looking like a teenager, but it looked like that was going to happen anyway. All through school she had been the youngest kid in class, because of her late birthday. For a girl who was slow to develop anyway, it made it even harder. Good thing she was bright and made good grades. Even better that she could swim because that was the one sport where she had a natural advantage. She was always training and had grown strong despite her diminutive size. It kept her busy and out of trouble. Whenever she went to a meet, the other team underestimated her, because she looked so young, until the coaches started to catch on. She had won a lot of medals as an underdog and that made her popular with the cool kids, who otherwise would never want to hang out with her. She was kinda the school mascot by the time she graduated, but she knew that only made her ok, not cool. She desperately wanted that kid stuff to end and she didn't want to start her freshman year as the only virgin at State. 

"That's great!" Freddie said, distractedly. He was bored. He liked action and he liked to flirt with girls at the bar. Nothing was happening tonight. Not like the old days, when he used to be a player. His black hair, droopy eyelids, square jaw, broad chest, and narrow hips were all the girls saw back then and made up for a lot else that was missing, like brains and personality. 

"Yeah. I learned a lot about business this year. I can run a laundramat single-handed! Bookkeeping, inventory, and everything. That should help when I start business classes over at State." Helene sipped her beer. She was talking just for the sake of talking. "The kids at College don't learn the practical stuff. They figure they'll inherit Daddy's company and someone will manage it for them." 

"Hey, you look nice tonight." Freddie said halfheartedly, just noticing. It was the only time he had ever seen her wearing anything but jeans and T-shirt and a bulky sweater. When she leaned back, Freddie could see little bumps on her chest. He hadn't known she even had nipples. 

"Thanks. I dressed up for that geek. Tonight was going to be a big night for us."

"You think he was going to pop the question?" Freddie was only half listening and had missed Helene's remark that she never expected to marry David. He was running a glass of soda water for himself while he watched the group of men at the other end of the bar, to see if they wanted service. I can't believe I'm stuck in this dead-end job, jumping around for tips, he thought to himself. He started to sip the water. He would rather have had a beer but he couldn't drink on the job. 

"Hell no." Helene said. "He was going to pop my cherry." 

Freddie snorted and some water went up through his nose. He was coughing and spitting and it took him a minute to get his composure back. 

"Sorry, Freddie!"

"That's -- that's -- hoh kay." He sputtered. The men at the other end of the bar were looking at him. What's going on between the loser barkeep and the titless wonder?, he thought they were thinking. "Did I hear right? Did you say he was going to pop your cherry? Was he like pushing for it?" Freddie found that hard to imagine. 

"I wanted to give it up to him. Not that he was anything special." Helene was kinda lying to cover herself -- of course he was special because he was the only guy who had ever asked her out. "But I don't date much" (like at all) "and he wanted to get into my pants in the worst way" (she wished) "and I kinda decided that tonight was the night I'd lose my virginity at last." The "at last" part was meant to remind Freddie that she was a lot older than she looked. It had not escaped her notice that Freddie had complimented her on her looks just a couple minutes before. That was a very good sign, she thought. 

"Geez," Freddie said. "I never knew it was so hard." Back in high school, Freddie had gotten all he could handle but he wasn't doing so well these days. Girls liked his looks but because he obviously wasn't going anywhere in life and didn't have money to spend on them they lost interest fast. 

"Yeah, well, you had the looks and you had the balls. Girls threw themselves at your feet." Freddie winced a bit because Helene was using the past tense. "I looked like a junior high kid. Nobody was interested -- until Nerd Boy and now he's gone." 

The men at the other end of the bar called Freddie over to settle the tab. They left and Freddie and Helene were alone in the bar. 

"Freddie," Helene said, to get his attention. She twisted a lock of her brown hair. 

Freddie was not too bright. He did not see it coming. 

"Freddie, I'm kinda in a bind now. I was all worked up and excited and now it's not going to happen. At least with David."

Freddie was still clueless. 

"Freddie," Helene said, in near desperation. "Freddie, come home with me tonight and fuck me. I need this." 

For once, Freddie was speechless. 

"Freddie, just do me tonight. I had it all planned - this was going to be the end of my virginity. Now I'm high and dry. I need to go forward. I can't be the only virgin at State next month."

Freddie stayed quiet. 

"I'm serious! No complications! No relationship issues. Just bang me and walk away. You'd be doing me the biggest favor ever!" 

Freddie still did not know what to say, so he said "Are you sure?" as if she would have said something like that as a joke. "Where would we go?" he asked, as if this was a big obstacle. There were lots of places they could go, starting with the back room of the bar, where the owner hosted VIP parties. Freddie was really stalling for time to figure out what he would do. 

"We can do it at my house. My parents are in the city. Dad had his last chemo yesterday and they're staying the weekend to celebrate. They won't be back until tomorrow night."

Truthfully, Freddie had no real objection. Sex was sex and deflowering a virgin was always a treat. But Helene??? It didn't feel right. Still, it had been three weeks since his last fuck, a long dry spell for Freddie. Here was a girl (emphasis on girl, not woman) telling him in advance she would put out for him. How could he turn her down if she was asking for it? On the other hand, how much fun was a mercy fuck? Well, on the whole more fun than no fuck at all, he decided. 

"OK," he lied. "Dan told me I could close up early if the place was empty at midnight." Dan was the owner and it was almost midnight. "Where do you live?" Although they went to the same school they had not been friends and he had no idea where she lived.  

"It's hard to find," she exaggerated. "I should drive." 

Freddie brooded about this whole thing while he closed the bar down. He wiped down the counter, put the chairs upside down on the tables, cleared the till and put the take and the tips jar in the safe, and turned the lights out. 

Damn, he thought. He had not even got so much as a boner talking to Helene and usually his dick bounced up and down all the time while he talked to a girl. Maybe this wasn't a good idea.....

He went out the back and locked the door behind him. Helene was sitting in her little blue Nissan and as he walked toward her she turned the ignition and headlights on. He glanced at his own car, a beater parked in the far corner, and wished for a moment he could hop in and take off in the other direction. 

He went around to the passenger side and got in. The car smelled of laundry detergent. He had to adjust the seat to make room for his legs. An empty cardboard box in the back gave way with a crunch. Helene's customized seat was permanently locked as high and as far forward as it could possibly go, with a tilt to the modified bucket seat. Nobody drove this car but Helene. Her father had fixed it so that she could sit up enough to drive safely and her feet would still reach the pedals. 

They drove silently to her parent's home, a neat two-story model in a nice but not expensive or fashionable neighborhood. She used the remote garage door opener, for which he was grateful. She didn't want the neighbors to see and he would be chagrined if his homies -- and even more, his girlfriends -- saw him with Popcorn. Robbing the cradle, are we? they would say. A little desperate?

Helene literally hopped out of her seat after the garage door closed and led him into the house. 

"Nice place," Freddie said, honestly, thinking how the clean and tidy her home looked and how different it was from where he grew up, on the other side of town. Or for that matter, his trashy apartment. 

"Over here," Helene directed him, steering him away from the living room and the stairs that led to the bedrooms. She turned on the light to the guest room, which had its own bathroom. She wasn't going to let him see her room, all pink and frilly and girly, despite her usual tomboy appearance. That was her dream room, where she lay for hours thinking about becoming a woman. She wasn't going to lose her virginity in the bed where she dreamed. And she wasn't about to do it in her parent's bed. The guest room was perfect and she could clean it up easily before they got home. 

"Kiss me!" Helene had turned toward him as they walked in. He leaned over and did as she asked, without real enthusiasm at first, and then warmed up to it. She was a fabulous kisser! Who knew? Between deep, forceful kisses, she nibbled on his neck, her hands on his shoulders and sometimes caressing his face. Damn! Freddie thought. She's making the same moves on me that I should be doing to her! She had slipped a mint in her mouth sometime between the bar and the house, so there was no beer taste on her lips. He could smell the light scent of perfume in her hair -- she smelled sweet and feminine. He noticed that he was getting an erection. 

Helene detached her mouth from him, said, "I'll just be a minute" and disappeared into the bathroom. 

Freddie looked at the bed. Helene's kisses felt nice, he decided, and if she wasn't his type, it wouldn't matter with the lights out and under the covers. Well, he was sure he could keep it up one way or another. Really, all he had to do was think back to one of the hot fucks with that waitress a couple of months ago and he was sure he would get wood so he could go through the motions and satisfy Helene. Now that he was here and committed, he would do his duty. 

He heard the toilet flush and the water run but it did not take long before she came out, carrying her clothes neatly folded. She was dressed in a pink, babydoll-style negligee. Freddie could not appreciate its fine points but the effect was not lost on him. The breast cups had been removed, tightened, and replaced with flat lace panels, so that her less-than-A cup breasts and little nipples pushed out the fabric provocatively. Even though it had been the smallest size in that model, she had taken it apart and using her skills as a seamstress had sew it back together so that it fit her chest so well that it could have been designed for her. Her white legs were thin but she had more shape to her calves than he would have expected, had he given her legs any thought -- he had forgotten that she was a champion swimmer. She looked better and more like a woman, with her hair down, than he would ever have imagined. 

"Your turn!" she chirped, with a smile on her face. She added, pointedly, "There's a fresh toothbrush in the water glass!" She put her small open purse on the side table by the bed and then, for some reason, squatted and put her clothes on the floor by the door, neatly folded panties on top. If she had leaned over, he could have seen her ass, but she didn't. 

He dutifully went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up. In fact, he took a shower, which greatly amused Helene, hearing the water run on the other side of the wall. When he came out, he had his pants on but his shirt was unbuttoned. He had a smooth, hairless chest. 

"Come sit beside me!" Helene was sitting on a loveseat facing the bed. There was a CD player on the side table, an old-fashioned boom box, that he hadn't noticed before. It was playing softly, old Barry Manilow songs. 

He sat down and she snuggled next to him, stroking his exposed chest with her little fingers. He put his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, then let his hand caress her arm. This was really weird, he thought. Something about her was making him feel protective but horny at the same time. He had a big erection, bigger than he usually got while the girl he was with still had clothes on. He was beginning to enjoy this. 




Helene's First Time



After a while, she lifted her head and kissed him again. She moved position to sit on his lap -- she didn't weigh a whole lot, he noticed -- and they necked for a long time, his hands roaming over her barely-clad body and her naked legs while she felt his shoulders and pecs. Presently he slipped his hand under the negligee and discovered something he should have noticed from the beginning -- she wasn't wearing panties. He let her lean back, languidly, as he stroked around and over her sparsely-haired pussy, pausing now and again to tug on her very small labia, which made her moan and bury her face in his neck. Then, finally, he put his finger over her entrance and curled it up, finding the little nub of her clit. The rest of her may have been small, but Helene's pearl was easy to find and large enough to stroke around with the pad of his finger. She was panting now and her eyes were closed. 

As for himself, Freddie was surprised to find that he had kept his boner all this time. Popcorn was surprising him. Not only was she so willing that she was seducing him, for a change, but being with her was more erotic than he ever would have guessed. 

It didn't take long for his manipulation of her clit to bring her off. Helene gasped a couple of times, her face flushed, and Freddie could see her neck and chest turn pink. He moved his finger until the tip was just inside her. He wasn't going to risk inserting his finger up to her maidenhead, not just yet. Work up to it, he thought, after she relaxed. She jerked a few times on his finger and then slumped over. Freddie thought she looked beautiful in that moment, draped over his arm, pale as moonlight, legs willingly apart. His finger brushed across her hole and he felt that she was wet. He brought his finger to his mouth -- she tasted sweet and fresh. 

"Freddie, that was fantastic!" she murmured, eyes still closed. You are the first person ever to make me cum besides myself! You did it just like I do myself!" Hearing that, Freddie was very pleased with himself. "Now, let's get some of those clothes off you!" Helene stood up, looking very small, very white, and very vulnerable. 

Freddie stayed sitting while Helene pulled his shirt off. She seemed to like his chest and shoulders and spent a lot of time kissing him on the neck, around his flat male nipples, and feeling his pecs. She was a swimmer and she hung around with swimmers, so she liked men with strong arms and without hair, but she didn't tell him that. 

When he stood up, she didn't have to get on her knees to unzip his fly and reach in, giggling as she measured his length and girth with her fingers, and then proceeding to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down. He had taken his shorts off and left them in the bathroom, so his cock sprang up enthusiastically. 

Helene stepped back and sat on the bed, pulling him toward her by his hips. For the longest time, she fondled his balls, stroked his dick, and ran her fingers all through this crotch, as if memorizing where everything fit together. 

"What are you doing, Popcorn?" said Freddie. 

"I'm learning how guys work. I haven't had much experience with penises -- only reading books and porn. I've got a lot of catching up to do." she said. Then she took him into her mouth. 

Freddie thought he was going to lose it right there. Her talent for cocksucking was equal to her passion for kissing, and involved the same highly refined skills. He had to gasp. Her abilities were amazing, a symphony of stimulation incorporating a full repertoire of variable suction, tongue action, and deep swallowing that would have done justice to a pro. She kept going for what seemed like an hour, stopping to hold him in her mouth when his breathing got ragged and then starting up again, with her tiny hands working his ballsack, when he calmed down. He was speechless. 

Then she made a slight miscalculation while he was deep in her throat and didn't stop at a moment that he was exerting the last ounce of self control. He came, pulling back slightly, and flooded her mouth with his seed. She continued sucking and got most of it even though a little drooled out of the corner of her mouth and dripped onto the bodice of the negligee, just above her left tit. 

"That was fantastic!" Freddie said, after he got his breath back. "Where did you learn to do that?"

Helene gave him a crooked smile. "I figure that fellatio is an essential skill for today's modern woman. Until tonight I never did it for real. I've been practicing for years on cucumbers. I watched dirty movies in my Dad's porn stash (he doesn't hide it very well) and I read up in sex books and on the internet. I also got Kiki to tell me how she does it." (Kiki was the town slut.) She licked her lips. "You taste salty but good: like béchamel sauce." In high school, Helene had been a good student, getting mostly A's in college prep classes. Freddie suddenly felt like her chemistry lab project. 

At a loss for something to say, he fell back on a joke: "Well, Popcorn, I've shown you mine, so now it's time for you to show me yours!"

Helene laughed and fell back on the bed with a plop, leaving her legs dangling over the edge while flipping up the edge of the babydoll to expose her pussy. Freddie saw his chance and immediately dived, planting his mouth directly over her hole and licking forward and around her full-sized, sensitive clit. Helene shuddered but relaxed into it and let him caress her with his tongue, inside and out, and lap at her now-freely flowing juice -- there was no danger of him rupturing her hymen with his tongue before he got a chance to do it with his dick! It felt so good to her! Even better -- much better! -- than what he did with his fingers, and with all the stimulation it wasn't long before she spilled into another deep orgasm, intense and rolling, moving her to rock her pelvis in time with the contractions. It was the most intense orgasm of her young life so far and through her spasming pleasure she thought to herself that even if this was all they did tonight it was damned well worth the embarrassment of having to ask for it. But she was sure that the best was yet to come! 

As she came down from her high she realized that she had got herself wet. No -- matter the bedspread was washable. She had also put towels down under the bedspread, above and below the sheets, to catch the blood she expected to leave behind soon. 

Freddie's face was still buried in her pussy, smeared with juice, and he could feel the tremors of her orgasm on his tongue. He had got an even better smell and taste this time and liked it. He didn't know what he would have expected before -- he hadn't thought about it -- but she was delicious. He had gone down on a lot of women, many of them younger in age than Popcorn here, but none of them so sweet and fragrant. 

"You're juicy," Freddie observed. "Real nice. Your nectar is sweet!" He thought that sounded poetic. 

Helene's face turned bright pink and giggled nervously. She was not used to having a discussion about the quality and esthetics of her vaginal secretions. Seeing her blush, Freddie figured he should drop this line of conversation. 

"Now who's wearing too many clothes?" Freddie then asked as he crawled, naked, up on the bed and on top of her. "It's time to lose this....." He flicked the fabric of the negligee with his finger. Giggling, Helene sat up and let him pull the skimpy babydoll over her head, so that they were both naked. Her skin was very white and she looked like she was made of ivory with pink icing where her breasts should be and cherries for nipples. 

"Let's get under the covers!" Helene said. "We can turn out the light."

"No." Freddie insisted. "Let's pull the covers back and keep the light on!" He wanted the visual experience now. Surprisingly, he wanted to see more of naked body. 

"You horny bastard!" she teased, secretly pleased that he wanted to look at her. They took a break and pulled down the covers, throwing the bedspread to the side, and climbed back on. Freddie noticed the towels. Boy, she's prepared -- I've never seen a girl so ready! He didn't know it but she had even put a blue plastic tarp from the garage between the towels under the sheet and the mattress. That explained the slight crinkly feeling under them as they clambered around on the bed. 

Freddie lunged at her and pinned her to the bed. Helene squealed but stopped abruptly when she felt his penis sliding up the inside of her thigh and starting to rub in her crotch. 

"Freddie," she said. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What?"

"You're bareback." She had read the word many times in porn. Given Freddie's proclivity for promiscuous sex, it was a little alarming that he did this. 

"Oh. You don't want the full experience, then, Popcorn?"

"Freddie, don't be silly. I'm horny and I'm really enjoying this but I'm going to stop right now if you don't put a condom on." Freddie had fucked half the girls in her class before graduation. Since graduation, he was working his way through the second half and she bet she was the last on the list. She was not interested in starting college with someone's sexually transmitted disease. 

"I didn't bring any. I didn't know I'd be doing this!"

"Don't panic. Look in my purse."

There, in her purse beside the bed, was a pack of 12 condoms. 

"You must have had big plans for Nerd Boy to get so many," Freddie observed as he slid one on his dick, resignedly. 

"I'm not planning on this being my last fuck, and they're cheaper by the dozen." She reached down and playfully tugged on his dick, which was starting to get soft. 

"Now do me, before I change my mind!" She put their little misunderstanding behind them and prepared to surrender herself.

And do her he did! He started by kissing her again and feeling up her chest and sucking on her nipples and touching her just about everywhere, to get back his hard-on to get her wet again. Soon he was sporting an epic boner, knowing that in just a minute or so he would be initiating the most virginal virgin he had even known. Helene was moaning and murmuring "yes" as he played with her, getting her hot, getting her ready. Then he moved into position over her. 

She felt very warm and snug below him as she prepared to be mounted. She was glad he took the time to prepare her. She felt relaxed and ready. 

He lowered himself and the tip of his penis entered her diminutive hole. This was it -- penetration at last!

His cock entered just so far and then stopped, coming up against her hymen. Even though he wasn't in far, he could tell that Helene was really tight inside. His cock stiffened at the thought of what it would be like to be all the way inside her. 

He pushed. Her maidenhead was tough enough that it didn't give way at first. It hurt a little but nothing she couldn't take. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. He pushed harder. She suddenly felt a sharp pain and cried out. Startled, he backed off. This had happened before to him but it never seemed so important before. For some reason, he really cared about doing Helene right. 

"Are you ok?" Freddie asked. "Did I hurt you?" He pulled back a little. 

"Freddie -- you're popping my cherry. Of course it's going to hurt a little. Just ram it in me. I can take it." 

Freddie took her word for it. Repositioning himself, he thrust his hips forward and they both felt a snap. Helene stifled a scream by burying her head in his armpit as a big, stiff cock entered her vagina for the very first time. It hurt and then it didn't. 

Helene felt absolutely stuffed and when he started to move it back and forth, now that the pain had disappeared, it felt wonderful all through her pelvis. She started rocking in time to his movements as he began to thrust. The angle of his penis changed with their movements and she loved how it hit different places and the changing feelings changed. A moment later, she felt a little wetter and she wondered if it was blood or girl juice. A few minutes passed and her vagina become a little more relaxed, just a bit more accommodating and she could feel him move a little more easily inside her. 

Freddie felt the tightest grip he had ever experienced, surrounding half his dick, although it got just a little looser over time. He could barely move in and out at first but slowly, little by little he advanced until he couldn't get it in any deeper, about three-quarters of the way. Then he felt a little hard nubbin come and go and he knew he had gone past her cervix. He was in as deep as he could go, first try, first fuck of the first girl on the planet in the new era starting this moment to go from being a virgin to a woman of experience. And he had done it. 

It did not take long at all for each of them to have another orgasm, almost together. Helen's came first and this vaginal orgasm was better, stronger, and lasted longer than her oral orgasm had been! She lay there almost limp while he finished, getting far more worked up than he ever thought he would and finally blasting what seemed like a huge wad into her very tight and warm and expanded and now, very wet, space. 

They lay in each others' arms for a long time, his cock softening but held fast in her by her tightness until it reached the point, at long last, where her involuntarily tightening vagina started pushing him out as it closed back to its normal size, until it rested, wet, on the inside of her thigh. Freddie's come was starting to leak out. He got up and pulled the condom off, tied a knot in it, and washed his dick. He wasn't quite sure what to do with the used condom so he left it by the sink. 

Then it was her turn. The first thing she did when she got up was look on the towel she had put on top of sheet -- sure enough, there was a spot of her blood but not as much as she thought there would be. It had spread to the sheet below. The sheets were old and she was going to throw them away, stuffed deep into the trash can to be taken away first thing Monday morning, before her parents would ever see it. She thought about cutting the bloodstain out of the sheet with scissors and keeping it as a trophy but that was just a little gross. 

She walked to the bathroom, a little bowlegged from her sexual initiation. She found the condom by the sink and hid it in the trash. It wasn't erotic to look at. She was going to empty the trash herself anyway -- no risk it would be discovered. 

"Freddie," she began when she came back to bed. "Thank you for giving me this. It was wonderful." 

"Yes it was," he said. "Thank you for letting me inside you. Do you want to do it again?" 

Helene groaned. "Not for a little while. Let's just stay like this for a while." 

They held each other for a long time, kissing from time to time, and then Freddie's dick started to stiffen. For the arousal he felt, it seemed to him like it was slow to respond; he wasn't springing back into action the way he used to. He could hardly wait to feel her tight passage again. 

"I think he's interested in me again," Helene observed. "I'm ready now."

Once again, Freddie waited to the very last moment and for Helene to say something before he put the condom on. Helene didn't mind that he wanted to plant his seed in her: she figured that the second biggest fantasy every guy had, after penetrating a virgin, was impregnating a virgin. But her concern was not to avoid getting pregnant -- she had started on the pill the month before (when she thought she might get serious with David, or Nerd Boy as she now called him) but she hadn't told Freddie that -- it was none of his business and would only encourage him. She wanted him to wear a condom because if he was that cavalier about protection she didn't want the nasties that rode along with his spermies. Still she had to admit to herself that knowing that Freddie had been around, fucked the most popular girls in class, and had even banged her friends gave her a frisson, a hint of danger and excitement. 

This time they took a long time. It was their third orgasm each so he kept at it a lot longer before he finally came. Helene, on the other hand, got back in the groove quickly and after the first new orgasm suddenly found that she could have several in quick succession! This had never happened to her masturbating! It was an unexpected gift that kept on giving. 

Finally, in the early morning, they were both exhausted. They pulled up the covers and fell asleep together, spooning, his hands on her tits and her pussy rubbing against his still semi-erect cock in their sleep. 

A few hours later, it was just starting to get light. Freddie woke up because he had to pee. He did what he had to do and then came back to bed but paused as he pulled back the covers. There in the dim morning light he saw Helen's delicate, vulnerably nude little body, curled in slumber, her face so relaxed and pretty and youthful. He realized that he was suddenly seeing her for the first time as she was, not how she wanted herself to be or how he would have liked a lover to look. She was not Popcorn now but simply Helene, on her own terms. The thought kept him awake a while longer, before he drifted back to sleep. 

Freddie woke up again to bright sunshine and the smell of coffee. Helene was already up and making breakfast. Rubbing his eyes, he put his shorts on (out of a sense of propriety he thought) and came out of the guest room. He noticed that her neat little pile of clothes was gone. The fragrance of breakfast guided him into the kitchen, a nice, airy space with a butcher-block island and eggs frying on the stove. Helene stood there in a terrycloth bathrobe with the belt undone, so that when she turned around only an apron covered her nudity. 

"Come and get it!" she urged him. "And lose the shorts." 

Freddie often ate breakfast naked but not usually with another person around. He felt more at ease, then, when Helene took off her apron and shrugged off the bathrobe, sitting naked beside him at the counter on a stool. Her little boobs looked bigger this morning. 

"So, what are you going to do today?" Freddie asked. He never knew what to say on the morning after. 

"Fuck you again, mister," she replied, "that was great last night. You're not getting away so easy." Actually, that was the third reason she had insisted on driving -- so she could control when he went home. The first reason was so that he couldn't back out. The second was so she could sneak him in through the garage. 

"Then I better get my strength back up!" Freddie said, helping himself to more toast. He felt comfortable all of a sudden, like in a home. It was nice to have someone make breakfast for him -- that almost never happened in his one-night stands. And this was a nice house. A real family feeling. And he had come to realize that Helene was smart and sweet and even a little cute. 

"That's not all you have to get up. But we can't stay in bed all day. I've got work to do. In the laundramat business, a lot of people do their laundry on Saturday nights. They leave more of a mess than on weekdays. Maybe because they're mad that they don't have dates on a Saturday night." But not many people do their laundry on Sunday morning, so there was no real rush to get it cleaned up right away. Helene figured she'd be fine if she started to make her circuit before noon and finished by 2:00. That would give her plenty of time to come home and clean up before her parents came back. They were visiting friends in the city this afternoon, so they wouldn't be back early. 

"So, Helene, you're just going to wear me out and then throw me away and go back to work. You work too hard!" Like everyone in town, he had seen her servicing her father's three laundramats at all hours of the day, rain or shine. That's why he became a bartender: you get to shoot the shit with customers, flirt while you work, and sleep in. Suddenly that didn't seem enough anymore. 




Helene's First Time



It did not escape Helene's notice that he had just called her by her name for the first time, instead of calling her Popcorn. 

After they finished eating, Helene announced that she was going to clean up and went to use the guest room shower, although she could easily have gone upstairs to her own bathroom. He noticed that she was keeping the sex separate from where her family lived. As she left, she asked him to stay away from windows because she didn't want the neighbors to see that she had a man in the house while her parents were gone. Especially a naked man. 

His feeling of domesticity had passed when Helene left the room. He had just had first sex with this girl and it had been great, much better than he expected, but he really didn't know her all that well and she lived a very different life -- and a nice life, compared to his growing up. Had Helene really picked him, after all, of was he just lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time? Freddie thought about jumping in the shower with her but he was tired and that suddenly seemed somehow too intimate. He always thought of himself as a player but now he felt like a dirty secret, sneaked in by the back way. That feeling passed, too, and he started to get his confidence back. She wanted to fuck him again.....well, they all did, right? He'd give her a ride that would have her coming back for more! 

When he was done, he went back to the guest room, walking quickly through the living room so the neighbors wouldn't see a nude man with his dick swinging. Helene had put the babydoll back on and Freddie noticed a wet spot where she had wiped off the come with a wet washcloth. She was bent over, taking the bloodied towel off the sheet to start it soaking in the laundry room so the spot would get out when she washed it. He came up behind her. 

Helene giggled as Freddy flipped the hem of her negligee up and put his hands on her cheeks. His thumbs went into her crack and pulled them apart. She knew he was staring at her anus. 

"Freddie," she asked softly, "what are you doing?" 

"Just looking at your rosebud," he said. "It's pink and pretty. Want to see how it feels?"

"No, Freddie, I don't," she said, straightening up. "Maybe someday I'll try anal but not now. I just had sex for the first time and I'm still learning how. I just want to take it one step at a time and I'm not ready yet for that step."

Freddie shrugged. "OK. No harm asking." His hands were still on her butt. "Are you ready for a repeat of the first step?"

"Brush your teeth," Helene said. "And put this on." She handed him a condom. He sighed. 

When he came back, Helene had fluffed up two pillows and was lying on the bed. "Wanna do me doggie style?" she asked, invitingly. "That way you can look at my butt all you want." 

That sounded good to him and after some preliminary fondling and stroking she threw herself over the pillows sideways and hunkered down with her bottom over the edge of the bed. It was an odd position but it was for a purpose. She was really small and he was fairly tall and although it felt great for spooning and sex in the missionary position -- she felt completely dominated and protected by his much larger body -- they didn't match very well doing it doggie. So she figured out that if they were going to do it back to front they had to do it with her raised up on the bed and bent over all the way. It worked. Her babydoll was flipped up over her bottom but gave her a demure look, as if she had been caught napping and seized for sex. Her little flat ass and her pale white thighs framed her pussy, with the perfectly-shaped thin labia he had played with when the night began and her pink, wet entrance, inviting him in. 

Angling his cock downward, it still took a lot of pressure to push his cock into her tight cunt. This time there was no hymen to block progress but it took him several minutes to feel her cervix and then touch bottom, this time just a little deeper than three-quarters of the way. She was so tight it was unbelievable. She would have been tight around his little finger. 

The mattress gave them a nice little bounce as he pounded her. It felt like his penis was going to poke out through her navel. She liked the position because his dick was pushing right on her G spot but she didn't like it because her clit did not get any stimulation, but that was because the pillows were in the way. She finally decided that doggie had potential to be even better than missionary but only with a guy that matched her size. 

None of that analytical thinking kept her from fading into lustful arousal and ripping off a huge new orgasm that left her panting for breath. 

"Oh, that was good!" she exclaimed when she could catch her breath. "Now lie down on the bed!"

He did, wondering what she had in mind, and she got on him in cowgirl position. That was even better, because she was in control and because he could diddle with her front. She moved her pelvis to get the most pleasure for herself and to time the thrusts just right and in the meantime Freddie, who didn't mind waiting for his relief this time because what Helene was doing was really hot, pinched and pulled gently on her nipples with one hand and ran the thumb of his other hand over her clit. It didn't take long for her to have her second orgasm and she flopped down on top of him. Freddie's cock was bent backward, still in her. She stretched her legs out, because it felt good on her clit. 

"OK, Helene, now it's my turn!" He grabbed her by the shoulders, almost roughly, and turned over with her so that she was stretched out under him, his rampant cock still buried in her. It helped that her vagina was holding on so tightly. Her eyes shone brightly -- she knew she was going to get ravaged now! 

Freddie was not a rough man but this was as rough as he ever got. He pounded her little pussy every which way: legs straight, knees up, over his shoulder, angled down, lifting her up with every thrust, and even pinning her wrists to the bed. She had used him for her pleasure and now he was using her for his. 

The two orgasms she had were just the beginning. She went into multiples for the longest time, one following the other as Freddie, with staying power from his marathon fucking last night and stamina from a hearty breakfast, kept it up for what seemed like an hour or two. Helene came again and again and again, until she was sweating and her pink blush stopped fading between comes. They only stopped once, to pull off her babydoll. The feel of skin on skin made every move they repeated feel different. 

Finally, Freddie had had all he could take. With a grunt that sounded like a strangled roar, he thrust himself with all his might into the little female object of his lust and let loose with the most powerful come he could remember in a long time. 

To Helene, it felt like someone had set off an explosion in her pussy -- he thrust up her so far she was feeling a wrench deep in her belly and his dick was lifting her pelvis up by her pubic bone. She felt his dick swell up and throb. Suddenly the thought came into her head that if he didn't have the condom on he would be impregnating her at that very instant, flooding her cunt with powerful semen and altering her body forever just as he did a few hours ago. That thought was with her as she slipped into a long and delicious orgasm that matched his, so the two of them were convulsing at the same time, wrapped around each other, holding on tight, connected by their sex and lust in the moment. 

They both drifted back down, experiencing the postorgasmic bliss together, feeling the warmth and little movements of each others' bodies and the sense of fullness. 

Helene felt so wet she wondered for a moment if the condom had ruptured, but it was just her body expressing its approval of what had just happened. I want a lot more experiences like that! it seemed to be saying. But for now, Helene was satisfied. So many firsts in her life had happened in the last few hours. She had allowed -- no, demanded -- another person, of her choosing, to change her body physically forever, show her new paths to sexual satisfaction, reveal new things about her own body, educate her about the male body, end forever her girlhood, and make her a woman at last. As the drained feeling that followed her orgasm gave way to an energized glow, she felt alive and bright. 

Freddie felt so sleepy, he dozed off holding Helene tightly. She did not want to doze away the morning, so she disentangled herself from his arms and pushed him over on his back, to rest without her. 

Freddie woke up about an hour later. He noticed that the room had been tidied up. 

Helene had changed into jeans but this time, instead of jeans and a T-shirt she wore a jean skirt with a halter top that was tight around her small chest. Instead of a ponytail, her hair was still down. It was hot outside, summer after all, so clothes that were cool were good and she could at least look female while she did her work. She would strip the bed as soon as Freddie got up and put everything in the wash. She'd take the tarp back to the garage. Then she'd run Freddie back to his bar and from there make her work circuit to the three laundramats. She had already loaded the back of her car with another box of little detergent packets, while he slept. 

Freddie was groggy, hung over from being tired, his nap, and most of all his marathon sexual performance. Helene hurried him up. It was getting late. He peed, dressed, and tried to dawdle but Helene wouldn't let him. 

Damn, Freddie thought to himself. Could I do it one more time? That was the best sex I ever had! He tried to figure out why. 

"C'mon, Freddie Boy!" Helene sang out. "Let's get a move on!"

On the way back to the bar to pick up his car, Freddie tried to make conversation. And failed. 

Finally, he said what was on his mind. "Helene, last night was really special. Do you think we could see each other again? Maybe go out on a date?"

"No, I don't," she said firmly. "Freddie, you live in a different world from me. You were really great last night and I'll always be grateful to you but we're too different, you and me. We would never work out, just like David and me would never have worked out. So let's not pretend it there could be a relationship, ok?"

It was the first time in his life that Freddie had been shut down by a girl who wasn't rich. He brooded for a while and had nothing to say when Helene dropped him off. Seeing that he was not in a good mood, she just gave him a peck on the cheek and wished him all the best. No long goodbyes. 

He saw her about two and a half years later, while he was driving a cab in the city. She was walking across the street in front of him headed toward the Psychology Building at State. She was wearing a dress and looked happy. 



Helen's A Bitch



"Dear God Helen is such a goddamn bitch!" Kate shouted at nobody in particular. She certainly wasn't yelling at me, at least I hoped she wasn't because I'd been doing my best to combine in equal parts those two oldest traditions of not sleeping on the couch. Agree with anything your significant other says when she's in a mood, common sense and rationality can and will (hopefully ) come with time but when she's storming back and forth like a caged tiger the best course of action is completely and utter agreement with anything she says. The second law is never talk trash about her friends, you don't do that even when she's in a good mood but under these circumstances I'd rather put my dick in a vice than talk shit about her friends.

Of course as fate would have it I was stuck in a position where the two laws were in direct conflict with each other and I wasn't sure what to do. I did agree with her that Helen was a bad person, though it was incredibly rare that I would use so kind a word to describe her. I would usually have called her a goddamn scum sucking bottom feeding whore. I would of course never say that where Kate could hear so I was stuck trying to adhere to the third law. If you don't have anything smart to do shut the fuck up and hope everything passes you by.

"Are you even listening to me?" Kate was definitely yelling at me. Fuck.

"Yes dear I'm listening. I'm just. . .I don't know what to say about the situation it's seriously fucked up." My mouth was, as usual, working a little faster than my brain in high pressure situations. 

"I know right?"

We'd just found out that Kate was cheating on her husband of six years and my best friend of mine. He'd met Helen through me, well through Kate specifically but that detail hardly mattered. We'd always been close and it hurt to know his woman was creeping around behind his back. We'd had the talk years ago about what we'd do if we found out anything about each other's wives too, we agreed not to tell. If you didn't know it was because you didn't want to know but dear God we'd been seventeen at the time and neither one of us had been good about keeping our dicks in our pants at the time. 

"What do you think we should do?" Turning it back on her wasn't one of the laws, but it was a damn good stall tactic.

"I don't know. I mean they seem so happy other than this and I don't want to be the one who ruins this for them. It wouldn't make me so mad except he would never do anything that fucked up to her."

I had to roll my eyes a little at that. I'm lucky she was standing in front of the vanity scrubbing off her make up in the middle of her tirade. Otherwise she was liable to take my head clean off my shoulders for rolling my eyes. "Of course he would. He's my boy and I love him but I'm sure he's done something fucked up." I didn't need to see her expression. I felt it. "I'm not trying to defend her, just saying that Eric isn't exactly some kind of paragon of good behavior."

"I know that." Kate said calming just a bit. "He's a fucking perv. Did I ever tell you about the time he lotioned me up?"

"Yes you told me." Considering how often she told the story it was obviously one of her favorite stories despite how disgusted she tried to pretend it made her. If the story I'd heard from her, and got out of him when I questioned him were true she'd been out in the yard listening to her iPad and sunbathing when she thought I had gone out to check on her. So she asked 'me' to lotion her back and Eric hadn't bothered to correct her. According to her. According to him he tried to tell her that he was Eric and she'd told him to hurry up. She apparently didn't notice the difference between us until he was about to grease her tits. 

I figured the truth of the situation was Eric didn't try to hard to tell her that he wasn't me. I'd have to be blind not to notice the way he looks at her, it's the same way that everybody looks at her. She's fucking knock out. Five eleven blond, perky tits, apple bottom and an insatiable tease. IT wouldn't shock me at all the find out that she'd known it wasn't me and decided to see just how far he'd go before he stopped. It was only slightly more audacious than the idea that she'd leave the door open when she was changing in out of her bathing suit and she only bothered to close the door when it was just the two of us.

Don't get me wrong, I was pissed at the time, at both of them. I just didn't dwell on it.

"So why don't we all calm down?" I suggested.

It wasn't a suggestion she was interested in hearing at the moment. "Maybe that's what I should do. Just fuck Eric's brains out, that way everybody's even."

That certainly came a bit out of no where. "Yeah, that's certainly one way to get back at Helen." I mumbled. Kate stalked across the room towards me until her tits were pressed to my belly. I've been with her for years, I can usually tell when she's joking. She wasn't joking about this.

"Oh don't make that face, I know all about how you and Eric used to roll in high school and college." She put her hand on my chest and shoved me down onto the bed straddling my thighs. "Or that I've never heard the things you two talk about when you think I'm not around."

"That was a long time ago. We haven't done anything like that in years." Unless you counted those strippers we got him for his Bachelor Party but what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. And on a flash drive that stays in a pair of socks rolled up in the back of my sock drawer never to be seen by anybody. "And not with anybody either of us really cared about." Unless you counted Karen but that was a special case.

Kate gripped my shirt by the collar. "Oh, so you're telling me that I'm too precious to be shared with your best friend?" 

Well that couldn't be a more obvious trap a Mon Calamari had been shouting, "It's a traaaaaaaaaaap!" At the top of his lungs. If I said she was too precious to share, which was the closest thing to a truth in this situation she'd accuse me of not loving Eric and I did. Like a brother, there wasn't anything I wouldn't do for him. There were certainly things however that I knew would never come up though like him and my girlfriend though. On the other hand if I said that I was okay with sharing her she'd accuse me of thinking she's just a piece of meat. Given those two choices I was forced to find a third option yet again. 

I laughed. "Don't be silly."

Kate bit down on her bottom lip and locked her eyes on mine. "Don't lie, I know you guys talk about us." She tore my shirt open sending buttons flying across the room a few bouncing off her bra clad chest and landing on my belly. My expression must have given me away. It was just guy talk but we had discussed each others wives on more than one occasion. A couple of drinks and we'd talking about what a lucky pair of bastards we are to have scored such perfect women. A few more drinks and we'd start comparing them and a few after that it would turn to him talking about what nice tits she had and how she loved to wear tops that barely contained her and how Helen pranced around in skirts that barely covered her (admittedly better than Kate's) ass all the time. It was just talk over drinks though.

"It's just guy talk."

"Is that all it is? I mean I guess if you think what Helen is doing to Eric is okay we can leave it at that." Kate raked her nails down my chest to my belly and started unfastening my belt.

I couldn't believe she was driving at this. Maybe if she hadn't been so distracting as she unfastened my belt I might have put some things together a little faster but how many men think clearly under these conditions? I have two heads and only enough blood to operate one of them at any given time. The fight was completely lost when she tugged my trousers out of the way freeing my cock from its confines.

"Oh would you look at that?" Kate teased wrapping her fingers around my shaft. "Little Sean doesn't seem to find the idea of me and Eric discouraging. Do you Little Sean?" She bent over and kissed the tip of my cock. "You're probably right though." Kate was stroking my cock now while she spoke. "We shouldn't do anything, just let Eric find out on his own. Even though you're his best friend and know he's with a dirty whore who doesn't care about his feelings." 

Mixed goddamn signals. "Here I am, your beautiful sexy wife volunteering to make one your friend's dreams come true so that he'll feel better about his life and you're just going to let things go?" She new she had me by that point. Kate slithered off my lap so she was kneeling between my thighs brushing her lips against my nuts as she spoke. "I know it excites you. I can feel your big fat cock throbbing in my hand. At this rate you'll bust before I even get it inside me." 

Kate stuck her tongue out and ran her tongue over the underside of my sack all the way up to the tip. "It turns you on doesn't it?" She kissed it again ending chills up my spine. "Maybe that's exactly what I'll do, go find Eric, tell him that I can't resist him any longer. His smooth chocolately brown skin, his firm muscles." She flickered her tongue against the underside of my cock. "You two used to be in gym together, are the rumors about black men true? Is he really hung like a moose?" She squeezed my cock hard. 

That was a thought I didn't really want floating around my head when my wife was sucking my cock. Though I did have a lot of interracial porn and the idea of my blonde wife bobbing her head up and down on a black cock was definitely a stimulating idea. "Maybe." Not really.

"Mmmmm. Sounds delicious." Kate wrapped her lips around my cock and started bobbing up and down on my cock. The idea of her and Eric really had her going, she's never been a noisy cock sucker or even particularly enthusiastic. She did it, when she did it, because she knew I liked it. This was the firs time I'd ever been able to hear her slurping on my cock or watched her saliva streaming down my cock and coating my balls. Her lips were stretched obscenely over my cock and best of all she kept her eyes open and staring up at me. Even when she started bouncing my cock off her tonsils and teas started forming she never broke our gaze for even a second. 

I was almost like my hands had a mind of their own moving down and tangling themselves in her long blonde hair. "Just like that baby, suck it!" 

I thought a moment I had fucked up when Kate pried herself up off my cock and glared at me. "Do it." She hissed as she gasped down several breaths and then plunged my cock back into her throat gagging herself lightly. "Make me your whore." She went back down her eyes screwing shut as she pushed her limits. "Do it." She snarled.

I still had her by the hair and it's not every day or even every lifetime that a woman commands you to use her. Using her hair and like handle I forced my cock all the way down her throat. She coughed and sputtered and sputtered but the hunger in her eyes didn't dim at all. She kept egging me on. I stood up and she dug her fingers into my ass pulling me farther into her throat. Her nose was smooshed flat against my belly. By this point she was an absolute mess spittle oozed out of the corners of her mouth each time I thrust back into her, it was streaming down her throat and over her breasts and she was still glaring up at me. 

I know it makes me a horrible person but it so fucking hot seeing my girlfriend with tears streaming out of her eyes, drool being forced out of her mouth by my cock and feeling her clawing at me. She wasn't trying to push me away, she was pulling me towards her.

Thank god my back was to the bed because when I came my legs went to jelly beneath me and I collapsed back onto the bed releasing her hair. "When did you become such a good fucking cock sucker?"

Kate grinned up at me licking her lips. "I've always been your whore. You just never ask. Now let me be his whore."

If you've ever tried to say no to a woman who just finished swallowing your cock you'd know that it's hard not to agree with anything she's saying. I would probably have agreed if she'd told me I was an aardvark. 

"Of course."



Helen's Adventures



I hadn't known Matthew very well before that fateful day. We were next-door neighbors in the same apartment building, and from time to time we would walk down the stairs together, or have a little chat outside our rooms. Sometimes through the walls I heard the ecstatic moans of an overnight guest, and, lying under my covers, my hand crept under my panties and gave me the pleasure I imagined he was giving her.

Eventually, I realized that he frequented the same library I did. Every weekend, as I studied for classes or wrote papers, I saw him there, reading apparently for his own pleasure. Sometimes I noticed he brought a small laptop, upon which he typed furiously, a machine gun in the background as read about the Cuban Revolution.

Maybe that was why I had taken notice of him so quickly, the way he reminded me of my studies. Had Che Guevara stayed a doctor, I imagined Matthew would have resembled him. They had a similar style of beard and hair, although Matthew's was far shorter and better trimmed. They both had large brown eyes and serious faces, and the same goofily contagious smile when they allowed it.

That day, Matthew was sitting alone at a long table, marking up some papers with a red pen. I sat watching him from the other side of the room from over the top of my book. His eyes were intently focused on his work, and at times, I noticed with a smile, his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. 

Suddenly, I remembered that I had a paper of my own to edit: an essay for a class. I decided to try to talk to him, using that as my excuse. I would ask to borrow his pen, sit down with him, and strike up a conversation.

"Hey, Matthew, right?" I asked.

He took a second to register my existence before looking up. "Oh, hey Helen! Yeah, it's Matthew. Funny meeting you here. Sit down, sit!" he offered. "What are you up to?"

"Oh you know, classwork."

"Yeah. I'm glad I'm done with all that, myself. What's your major?"

"I'm getting my Master's in political science right now," I answered.

"Nice. Is that what you're working on now?" he asked, nodding towards the stack of papers in my hand.

"Yeah. That's actually why I came over here. I was wondering whether I could borrow your red pen..."

He looked down at the pen in his hand. "This? Sure, I've got an extra, anyway," he remarked, handing the pen over to me. I sat down across from him and spread out my things, our papers touching at the edges, as though greeting each other as old friends.

"So what are you working on?" I asked as I began editing, crossing out superfluous sentences and correcting detestable diction, and a steady flow of scarlet streamed across the page.

"Oh, um..." he stammered, "just some boring stuff for work. Nothing interesting. I'm sure your paper is much more fascinating."

"That depends on how much you like reading about Castro, I guess."

His eyes lit up. "You know, I've always meant to learn more about him. I saw that Che movie last year, the biopic with Benicio del Toro? It was really amazing. I barely even noticed it was four hours long. It must be incredible to be a revolutionary, to be at the start of something big like that, you know? I'd love to be able to start something huge like that.

I mean, I don't want to overthrow anyone, but I like the ideal of doing what's right, no matter what. I need to try to live more revolutionarily... Be honest, do what I think is best, ignore obstacles; I think it'd be a healthier way of living, mentally. I think there are too many things we only do because we're expected to. Don't you think we ought to just surrender to our true feelings more often?"

"I agree totally," I confessed, holding my hand to my heart. I thought back to how many times I had just done what my parents and my teachers expected of me, rather than what I had really wanted.

We began talking, ignoring our respective papers. It wasn't until hours later, after one of the librarians came walking through the building on a yelling round, that we realized the library was closing in half an hour. 

I checked my cell phone to verify the time: 9:30. "Shit. Guess we lost track of time."

"Time flies when you're having fun," he shrugged. "This was nice. You want to come back tomorrow? Maybe we can actually get some work done? Just show up whenever you can. I'll be here pretty early, same table."

"Sure," I smiled, gathering up my papers hastily and stuffing them into my bag. 

"Do you want me to walk you back to the apartment?" he asked.

It was tempting, but I had gotten absolutely no work done today, and I knew if he walked me back, we'd just end up talking longer. "It's OK, I have to make a few stops on the way back anyway. But I'll see you tomorrow," I lied.

"See you tomorrow."

I grabbed my things and walked briskly out the door, leaving him behind to get his things together.

I got home and made myself a hot capocollo, prosciutto piccolo, and provolone sandwich with spicy giardiniera and olive oil on ciabatta bread. The bread was fresh from a nearby bakery, although sadly I had to settle for Boar's Head for the meats. There was a good deli downtown, but it was too inconvenient to visit every week. I sat down with my meal and a glass of milk and took out my papers, determined to make at least some progress tonight. 

I began reading. I imagined impaling Baoqing upon my rigid cock, watching her petite tits bounce jubilantly as she rode my cock to wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. Her red lips parted as she moaned my name loudly without inhibition or restraint, unable to contain her pleasure.

What was this?! Where was my essay? I grabbed another page and read further. Her hand gripped the base of my shaft firmly. Her tongue teasingly licked me up the bottom and down the top of my rapidly hardening cock. Her lips engulfed the tip of my head, her tongue flicking back and forth across it as she sucked it gently. I stifled a moan. My hips bucked gently, eager to get as much of my cock into her mouth as possible.

My pussy was tingling as I read. My free hand had involuntarily dropped between my thighs and was rubbing my crotch through my jeans. Where had this stuff come from? Where was my essay? I had had it when I got to the library, I was sure of that. So what had happened to it...?

And then it hit me: Matthew. I looked through the pages, and saw red comments, written in a hand not my own. My eyes widened as I connected these disparate pieces of information into a cohesive hypothesis...

This is what he had been working on at the library before I arrived. Those times I saw him writing on his laptop, this is what he had been writing... I hadn't had even an inkling that he wrote things like this... I should bring it back to him, I thought to myself, and I stood up to do when I stopped.

Did I really have to bring it over right now? I mean, he had been editing it; he'd probably appreciate someone else's thoughts on it, right? 

I sat back down and put the pages carefully back into order. But...the couch was sort of uncomfortable...maybe I should move to the bed. So I can be more comfortable while I'm reading...

I scampered to my bedroom and undressed, casting aside my clothes onto the floor before getting under the covers. I placed my pillow between my thighs and began reading.

The story he had written took place at a nudist camp, and as I read, I imagined myself naked, in public, in front of everyone. I clenched the pillow between my thighs, rubbing it against my wet pussy as I read, grinding against it. 

I imagined myself being the center of attention while completely nude, completely exposed in front of everyone, my body on display for everyone to see. I didn't normally have much confidence in my petite breasts, but reading his story, I knew that at least he would appreciate my body, would love to see me nude. I rubbed my soft breasts, gently pinching my pebble-hard nipples, caressing my firm tits in slow, lazy circles as I read.

I imagined myself trapped in front of everyone: naked, with nowhere to go or hide. I imagined everyone gawking at me, taking pictures. I imagined girls looking on with envy as their boyfriends ogled me, amazed at my boldness, while through their pockets they sought to satisfy the urges of their eager cocks. I wanted everyone to be focused on me, on my naked brown body. I needed something hard inside me...

I reached underneath my pillow and pulled out my Love Diamond rabbit. I tested my pussy with my fingers: I was sopping wet. I put the story to one side and plunged the hard shaft into my soft, shaved pussy. For a few thrusts, I left it turned off, just savoring the feeling of being filled up by something long, thick, and hard, but I ached for more. I turned it on.

It began buzzing against my clit, almost too strongly to bear. The shaft rotated inside me, and I clenched my legs tightly together, surrendering to pleasure. I couldn't contain my pleasure, and I moaned, loudly, a primal, wordless moan. My pleasure was building, greater and greater. I groaned as I had my first orgasm of the night, electricity passing through my whole body, going out from my pussy to my fingertips and toes, hot fire burning my body from the inside. My hips bucked, I forced the vibrator deeper and deeper into me, imagining Matthew's cock ramming into me over and over, imagining that he had caught be naked and forced himself onto me, ravishing me, having his way with me. 

I wondered, not for the first time, when I would finally lose my virginity. It seemed torture to deny my body any longer, but I wanted my first time to be meaningful. Another orgasmic tsunami crashed into me. "Matthew!" I groaned. I knew how thin the walls were, but I didn't care. I wanted him to know the pleasure his stories were giving me. He surely had figured out the confusion by now as easily as I had. Sweat dewed my body. My breasts were warm. I panted deeply. I was exhausted, but I kept going. My body ached for more.

I took the rabbit out of my pussy and turned it to a stronger setting, before playing it against my moist labia and my insatiable clit. "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h," I shuddered, as the vibrations sent new shockwaves through my limbs. Again and again, I orgasmed, furiously masturbating for over half an hour, until, satiated, exhausted, I collapsed and fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up supremely contented. My pussy was still sore, and my thighs sticky from last night's juices. I brushed my teeth and showered, as a plan formed in my mind. After my shower, I poached two eggs and ate them with half of a cantaloupe and a mug of hot chocolate, wrapping my hands around the ceramic, letting the warmth flow through my palms. By the time I had finished eating, I knew what I wanted to do.

But before I left my apartment, I set up my camera and turned on the automatic timer. My teeth and crotch tingling, I stood opposite it, completely naked, and waited for the flash. I plugged the camera into my computer and checked out the photo: it was perfect. You could see from my plump, red lips down to the middle of my thighs, revealing my smallish breasts, my shaved pussy, my flat tummy, well, everything really. Blushing, I printed it out and slipped it into the middle of Matthew's story before stapling the pages together and putting them into my folder. I got dressed and headed out to the library.

By the time I arrived, Matthew was already there, anxiously drumming his fingers on the table. An ignored book sat to his side as he kept his eyes glued to the door. When he noticed my arrival, he stood up urgently and flagged me over. I bit my lower lip and made my way over to him.

I sat down and noticed a slight blush in his cheeks. "I think we got our papers switched up yesterday," he blurted out as soon as my butt hit the chair, thrusting forward my papers while avoiding my eyes.

"I noticed," I said.

His blush deepened a shade. "D-did you read it...?"

"I did," I replied with a warm smile, as my crotch tingled, remembering last night's pleasure.

"Oh..." he said hollowly, as though he were condemned.

"B-but I really liked it!"

He blinked a few times rapidly. "Really?"

"Yeah! I read it last night and it was really good. You're a great writer. I love your descriptions," I gushed. "Oh, here!" I handed his papers back to him, my hand trembling slightly. Would he look through the pages right here and now? What would he do when he saw the photo? Would he know it was me? Would he think I was a pervert? "Here's your story."

"Thanks..." He made eye contact with me again. "So you...you really liked it?" he asked hopefully.

"I really did." 

"So, um...I, well, I...heard you last night..." His eyes had lit up as he leaned in closer and lowered his voice. "Was that you...enjoying the story?"

Now it was my turn to blush deeply. "You heard me?!"

He nodded with a slight smile, both embarrassed and delighted. I clenched my thighs, trying to suppress the tingling feeling in my loins that was currently growing from the thought of him in his own bedroom, listening to be satisfying myself, as he took his huge, thick cock in his hands, stroked it, pumped it, until cum gushed out of it...Mmmm...

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Almost whispering, I moved onto my plan. "Matthew, did...did you mean what you said the other day, about how we should give into our true feelings?" I asked hesitantly, my heart pounding.

"Yeah...why?"

I took a deep breath. "I...I want you to write me."

"Write you?"

"Like how you write your characters. You give them a plot and decide what they're going to do...I want you to do that to me. I want to be your character. I want you to decide what's going to happen to me."

"Sounds intriguing... Do go on."

"But there are going to be some ground rules. First off: nothing illegal. I don't want to be on the news or in a prison cell. Second: no fucking unless I say so. Third: afterwards, you have to write it all down for me. And finally..." 

I looked him straight in the eyes. "Since you're getting to control my body, I get to control yours, too. For as long as we do this, you can't orgasm unless I say so. No jerking off, no handjobs, no sex, unless I give permission. And if you have a wet dream, I get to set a punishment for you."

He cocked an eyebrow. "If I'm interested, how will I get your permission?"

"You'll wait for my texts, or in person. If you absolutely need to, you can text me and ask for it." I could already feel my panties moistening. I was relishing the thought of having total control over his cock, determining when and where he could satisfy himself. I loved the thought of knowing that every time he orgasmed, it would be because I had allowed it. I squirmed in my chair, rubbing my thighs against each other. "So do we have a deal?"

He steepled his fingers and peered at me over them. "So I come up with a plot for us to follow, and you'll do it, and in exchange, I need to write the story down, and I can only cum if you let me, correct?"

"Correct."

"Hmmmm...and how long would we do this?"

I smiled. "Until it gets boring."

"Alright. I'll try it out. When should we start?"

"Next Saturday. We'll meet here. That gives you six days to come up with a story and get everything ready you need. Can you do that?"

"Sure. I'm sure inspiration will strike me by then. Any story requests?"

"Exhibitionism," I said. "But remember: nothing illegal. But for right now, let's get back to work. I don't want any distractions next weekend." I began editing my paper, glancing upwards at him every time I heard the sound of a page turning, waiting for him to reach the page with my photo on it. I wanted to catch his reaction.

And then he reached it. I grinned as I watched his face go from confusion, to shock, to realization, to lust. I slipped one stocking foot out of its shoe, and, checking that there were no nearby witnesses, lifted up my leg and began to gently stroke his thigh. I wanted to take advantage of my control over his orgasms...

He looked from the picture to me, his eyes caressing my body. My chest grew hot as I watched him strip me naked in his mind. He couldn't tear his gaze away from my breasts, my t-shirt and bra invisible to his mind's eye. My toes reached his crotch, and I felt his manhood's hardness beneath his khakis. 

"Is...is this you?" he asked.

I nodded silently. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah...a lot..."

"I can tell," I teased, stroking his thick shaft with my foot. Suddenly, I pulled away. "Don't forget our deal: no orgasm without my permission," I teased. He grimaced, but I knew he wouldn't risk the opportunity to bring his stories to life by jerking off against my orders. I slipped my shoe back on and gathered my things. "I hope that's enough inspiration for now. "I'll see you here Saturday, at 11am. Okay?"

"Okay," he replied, huskily. I felt a brief twinge of pity, and almost turned back to give him permission to cum once now, but I wanted all his thoughts on next weekend. Let him save all his frustration until then...

Next Saturday, I was ready. My heart was fluttering as I walked to the library. I wondered what sort of idea Matthew had created. 

He was at his usual table, with a small plastic bag. "Are you ready for this?" he asked me.

"Absolutely. What's the plan?"

"Well first we need to get you prepared. Come on, there's a bathroom in the basement no one uses. Let's go there to change."

"Why can't I change by myself?"

"Trust me, you'll need some help with this outfit," he explained as he led me to the elevator. As we traveled downwards to the lower levels of the library, the levels too dark and cool for students, which were only suitable for books because of dehumidifiers working twenty four/seven, my mind raced with ideas. What was he planning?

The doors opened, and we walked out. He led me to the bathrooms, took a quick peek into the men's room to ensure it was empty, and then led me in, locking the door behind us. He took out three photos of models and showed them to me. "Now, which one of these three tops would you rather wear today?" he asked.

I looked. The first was a red bikini. The second was a white bandeau with lavender edges. The third was a black tube top. All three of them, though, were disappointingly modest. "This is the best you came up with in a week?" I asked.

"Just pick one," he sighed.

"Fine. This one, the bandeau." The coloring would look best against my skin, and I tried to avoid bikini tops: they only made my modest assets more obvious.

"Good choice." He put away the other two photos. "Now strip."

"W-what?"

"You can't be modest now, Helen. Strip down to the waist."

Geez, whoever heard of a modest exhibitionist? I asked myself. I bit my lip and turned around, leaving Matthew with only a view of my back. I pulled off my t-shirt hesitantly and handed it to Matthew behind me, before unhooking my bra and doing the same. Holding my breasts in my hands, I turned back around. "H-how is this?"

He rolled his eyes at my modesty and smirked. "I thought you were the one who wanted to be an exhibitionist..."

"It's not something you can just leap into! I've never done this sort of thing before."

He rubbed my shoulder. "Hey, don't worry, it might be a bit scary now, but you'll enjoy it, I promise." He took a small canister and a brush out of his bag, and stuffed my clothes into it. "Now put your arms out like a cross," he instructed. I did so, slowly. His eyes turned greedy as my hands began to shift position. He's enjoying this too much... I took a deep breath and thrust my arms out. His eyes widened at the sudden sight of my bare, tanned breasts. As he unscrewed the container, I noticed an unprofessional bulge growing in his pants. 

"Ugh, that stuff reeks. What is it?" I asked.