0 comments/ 179637 views/ 4 favorites Helen By: Just Plain Bob When I married Helen I had no idea she was a slut. Not that it would have mattered - I'd of married her anyway. She was, absolutely and without a doubt, the best piece of ass I ever had. We met at a wedding reception, fell in heat with each other, and before the night was over we were in bed together. Six weeks later she moved in with me and six months after that we were standing in front of a justice of the peace. Now Helen was no great beauty. She did not have a magnificent body, but she was nice looking in a plain sort of way and if you passed her on the street you probably would not have given her a second glance. But if you stopped to talk with her you would immediately be hit between the eyes with the power of her sex appeal - it charged the air between you. Five minutes in her company and you would want to fuck her until you died. I don't know when Helen started stepping out on me, my best guess is that she was faithful to me for the first six months of the marriage, but to be honest about it, she could have been fucking around on me from day one and I just didn't catch on. The thing that most people won't understand is my attitude toward her once I found out she was fucking other guys. I found out something about myself that I hadn't known before - I was just a little bit kinky! I found out that watching her fuck other men was a major turn on for me. Once I accepted the fact that she was a sperm bank for other guys and I was going hang on to her anyway, I discovered how exciting it was for me to fuck her after she had been fucked. Sloppy seconds might not appeal to some, or maybe even most guys, but I loved it. It all started on one Thursday night when I had to work late. I work swing shift and the company I work for sends a truck every Thursday night to make a pick-up and delivery at a city 260 miles away. There were four of us who had been rotating the trip between us, but the other three guys really did not want to take the trip and be away from home over night. So, because I like the overtime I get from the trip I had been making the run for the last six weeks. On this particular night I was only five miles down the road when the truck broke down. Our other truck was in the shop for a transmission change so the trip was cancelled. I called home to let Helen know what was going on, but got no answer. Driving home I decided to stop at Mike's Place, a little neighborhood bar, for a beer. Pulling into the parking lot I was surprised to see Helen's car - I knew it was her car because our plate numbers are only one digit apart. I was getting out of my car when I saw Helen come out of the side door of the bar and I was just getting ready to holler at her when a guy came out right behind her patting her on the ass. "What the hell?" I thought, "Why does he have his hand on her ass, and why is she letting him do it?" The guy took her by the hand and led her toward the back of the parking lot where there was a pickup truck with a slide -in camper on the back. The guy opened the door to the camper and they both climbed in. More curious than angry I got out of my car and walked toward the camper and as I drew close I heard what I thought was a low moan. I reached the right corner of the camper and though I could not see anything I could hear what was going on. "That's it baby. Suck my tits. You like them, don't you? Ooh, look what I found. Damn, look at it grow. Can I have it?" I heard some people coming out of the bar so I moved over to the left side of the vehicle so I couldn't be seen from the bar. The window curtains on the left side had a gap so I was able to catch a glimpse of what was going on. The guy was busy playing with Helen's tits and she was slowly stroking his cock. Helen let go of the cock and swung herself around into a sixty-nine position; she pushed her cunt down on the guy's face as she took hold of his cock and started licking it. Her tongue slowly worked up and down the shaft then circled the head and finally she swallowed him to the balls. Helen can suck with the best of them and she loves to do it so I know exactly how the guy was feeling, but it was obvious to me that he did not like eating pussy; either that or he wasn't very good at it. Helen is very responsive to a tongue touching her clit and she was showing no response at all to whatever he was doing. After several minutes she swung around and lowered herself onto his rigid pole and began to ride him like a bronc buster would ride a horse. Helen is a silent fuck; she does not make any noise until she has her orgasm and then all you hear is a series of low groans and grunts so you never know when she is going to come until it is almost over. It didn't take her long this time; she had her first orgasm within minutes and then she had two more before the guy announced that he was going to cum. Helen quickly got off him and took his cock in her mouth. The guy must have dumped his load immediately because I saw white stuff start coming out of the corner of Helen's mouth. After she had milked him dry and licked him clean he asked when he could see her again and Helen told him that I bowled in a morning league on Tuesday and to give her a call around nine. "If the coast is clear you can come right over and we will have at least until eleven." I wondered about that - I usually don't get home until two-thirty. I quietly went back to my car where I pondered the situation. My wife had just fucked another man. I had watched. I felt neither rage or jealousy. I had a raging hardon - not what some would consider a normal response given the situation. I watched as Helen headed for her car and the pickup drove out of the lot. As soon as the pickup was out of sight Helen detoured from her car and headed back into Mike's. To use the bathroom? To have a beer to wash down her lovers salty cum? I sat in my car for about a half an hour trying to talk myself in to going into the bar and I finally decided that this would not be the best time to confront Helen and discuss what had just happened. I started to turn the key in the ignition when the side door opened and Helen came out. She got in her car, started it up and drove over to the side door. A guy came out and got in the car and Helen drove to the back of the lot where the pickup had been. I saw them slide toward each other and begin to neck; after several minutes Helen's head went down into the guy's lap. A couple of minutes later they shifted their bodies around, two white legs came up - one over the seat back and one to rest on the dash - and then the guy's back began moving up and down. You didn't need to be Dick Tracy to figure out what was going on. I started my car and left. I had a lot to think about on the way home. How many guys had she been fucking? Christ! She had just done two in less than an hour. How many did she do before I got there? How many would she do before she came home? How long had this been going on? She had shown no signs of being disenchanted with our marriage or with me. In bed I stared up at the ceiling and thought about our relationship and wondered if it could survive. I fell asleep with visions of Helen and other men dancing in my head. I awoke with a start. I heard a soft voice say "Easy big fella - easy now. Helen's just trying to wake you up nice and easy." I settled back and let her work her magic. After a while she stopped sucking me and lay down by my side. "I'm so glad you are home. I am so horny tonight that it's driving me crazy. Here - feel how wet I am." She moved my hand to her cunt and I felt the wetness. Knowing that it was the juices of her lovers did not put me off at all. I rolled over on top of her and my cock slid right in. We fucked until I came and after a short breather she sucked me hard and we fucked again. In the morning I woke up to Helen's sucking my cock and we fucked again before breakfast. Why she wasn't home when I got there was never mentioned. I started doing something I had never done before - I started calling home during the middle of my shift. The phone was never answered and I had to spend the remainder of my shift wondering if she was out getting laid, by whom, and by how many. She was always home when I got there and she was always ready to get laid. Monday night, after a rather strenuous love making session, I made the comment that "I don't know if I can stay with you much longer. I might have to bring in some help." Helen giggled. "You would like that, wouldn't you? Bring home some young stud and watch me do him." She looked at me with a thoughtful expression and said, "I'd do it. For you I'd do it." I just looked at her not having a clue as to what to say. Tuesday dawned with Helen's lips on my cock. My first thought was, "Jesus Christ - not again!" (This from a guy who once told a buddy that I could never get enough). My second thought was to hurry up and get it over with so I could put my plan into action - I intended to be in a position to see what happened while I was supposed to be bowling. Monday after noon I had called John, the captain of my bowling team, and told him he would have to find a sub for me on Tuesday since I would be out of town. That evening, while Helen cooked dinner, I arranged the clothes in the bedroom closet so I'd have a hiding space and couldn't be seen if the door was left ajar. After breakfast I gathered up my ball and bag, Helen kissed me and told me to hurry home, "We might be able to get in a quickie before you have to leave for work." I drove my car one block over and parked and then made my way back to my house. I approached from the north side, because that side had no windows, and entered the attached garage. Moving to the door that led into the house I waited. I needed one of two things to happen and I had no control over either. I needed Helen to take a shower, or to let her lover in the front door. Either one of those two would give me a chance to get upstairs and into the closet unseen; if she did not shower and he just walked in I would be screwed and in that case I would have to creep up the stairs and peek around the corner of the door jamb and hope not to get caught. I lucked out - I heard the shower start and I went into the house, hurried upstairs, and got myself into the closet. I figured that I had at least a thirty-minute wait before her lover arrived and I spent each one of those minutes knowing that I was going to be discovered. The shower stopped and Helen came into view. She sat down on the bed and took a large dildo out of the dresser drawer (she said she bought it so she can work herself up for me and we won't have to waste time on foreplay) and started fucking herself with it. The doorbell rang and Helen jumped up and ran naked downstairs to answer it. "Better be her lover," I thought, "otherwise some poor fool is going to get either a hard on or a heart attack." In what seemed like only seconds the two of them were in the room and Helen was helping her lover undress. He reached for her tits, but she pushed his hands away and shoved him down on the bed. "No fooling around," she said, "I'm too hot for that. Just fuck me." For the next hour and a half I watched while she fucked him, sucked him hard and fucked him again. She was trying to get him hard again when the phone rang. "Hello - Hi honey. Half an hour? Ok." When she hung up she started picking up the guys clothes and tossing them to him. "That was my husband. He's coming home earlier than I expected. You've got to get out of here. Hurry!" She hustled him out the door and fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang again. As Helen came into the bedroom with another guy I suddenly understood why she had told the first guy, way back on Thursday night, that I would be home by eleven. She was running an assembly line. She fucked the first guy twice and would probably get two times out of this guy and I would be home for my 'quickie' before going to work. What with my wakeup fuck this morning that would mean she'd be fucked six times by three different guys in the space of eight hours. God alone knows what she might be doing after I leave for work. Well, I was wrong with the math. This guy managed to get it up four times for her in the space of three hours. By the time Helen ushered him out I was one hurting unit. I had an aching cock that I did not dare try to relieve for fear that I would make a noise and get caught. Helen came back into the room and picked up the phone and made a call. "We still on for four? How long can you get away from your wife? Is that all? Oh well, I guess it'll have to do." She hung up the phone and reaced for her dildo and started to slide it into her cunt. At that point I lost it. I swept the clothes aside, pushed open the closet door, and stormed into the room hollering "Put that goddamned thing down!" Helen was stunned. She dropped the dildo and fear was apparent on her face. She opened her mouth to say something and I growled at her, "Not one word! Not one fucking word from that cheating mouth - not one!" Somehow I managed to get my pants off without tripping over them and when I reached the bed I fell, literally, on top of her. I drove my cock into the hot wet mess of her cunt and God did it feel good. I started to fuck her as hard and fast as I was able. At first she was tense and probably afraid, but when I whispered in her ear, "God Babe - you looked so damn good fucking those guys" she realized that things might be too bad after all and she joined in with gusto. It's funny. When I was in the closet there was no doubt in my mind that if I were to touch my cock with so much as my little finger I would have blown my wad all over the clothes in front of me. Now that I was in Helen's hot cunt I could not cum to save my life. I fucked her for a good thirty minutes, slow, then fast, slow, then fast again before I finally came. As I pulled away from her she started to say something, but once again I said, "Not one fucking word - damn you - not one fucking word." She looked at me for a second or so, shrugged her shoulders, and her mouth headed for my cock. She tried for five minutes to get me up again, but it was no go. Mr. Happy was done for the day. I got up from the bed and as I was leaving the room I turned and looked back at her. "You are an absolute worthless slut. But you are my slut! I guess I am not man enough to keep you satisfied, but I love your slutty ass and I will not let you go. If I have to bring every swinging dick in town over here to keep you happy I will! But you are stuck with me. Till fucking death do us part! Now you just stay there! Don't you fucking move till I get back!" I went downstairs to the den and called my friend Harvey. Harv has been my best friend since grade school. "Harv? Remember all those times you told me you would take Helen of my hands if I ever got tired of her?" "Yeah - what's up?" "What isn't up is my dick. Helen needs to be fucked and I can't do it. Get over here and fill in for me." Stunned silence from the other end - and then, "I'm on my way." Harv only lives two blocks from me so he was there in five minutes. I opened the door to let him in and he gave me a questioning look. "Upstairs waiting," I said. "This is some kind of joke, right?" "Go up and see." One more searching glances and then he headed up the stairs. I started to follow, but stopped when I had a thought. Back into the den I went and called the bowling alley and had John paged. When he came on the line I asked, "Remember the time you jokingly offered me a thousand dollars for a night with Helen?" He laughed, "I was drunk and you know it." "Sure I know it, but I'm sober right now and I'll give you a dollar to fuck her if you can get over here within the next fifteen or twenty minutes." "Are you serious?" "Absolutely" I said. "Just ring the doorbell and come on in when you get here. We'll be upstairs." I went upstairs and was watching Harv fuck Helen in her ass when John got there. He walked into the bedroom and I nodded toward the bed, "Join in." I watched the three of them roll around on the bed and I thought about the situation. I love Helen and I believe that she loves me. I think it's just that she needs more sex than anyone man can give her. I wondered what would happen if I turned her over to the six or seven guys I play poker with once a month. Would they wear her out, or would she send them all home with defeated dicks. I wondered what her limits were or if she even had any. The front door bell interrupted my thoughts. Who could that be, I wondered, and then I remembered her phone call - that must be her four o'clock appointment. Well, if we ignore him he will go away. Then I thought, "What the hell!" I went down and answered the door. There was confusion on his face for a moment and then I said, "She's upstairs. Go on up." Helen Far away from home. All on my own. Art everywhere. It was the closest thing to heaven I had ever experienced. I was free. Free to come and go as I pleased. Free to meet and chat to anyone I wanted to. Free to watch anything they were willing to put on the planks. It was during the 2 weeks of this art festival in the middle of winter that I met a group of very interesting bohemian hippies. There was the most beautiful woman with them. Tall, long dark hair, pale skin, deep red lips & gorgeous green eyes. Helen was her name & I felt electricity from the moment she looked at me. Her partner (I forget his name) obviously noticed it too. After chatting to them for a while and drinking coffee he suggested I meet them that evening at the place they were staying. I of course jumped at the opportunity – I knew something big was about to happen and was always keen for a new experience. I agreed to meet them at the place they were staying that evening. I left with plenty of time to wander the streets of the little art infused town and find the place they were staying. It was cold. Very cold. I found their place & nervously knocked at the door. I was greeted by a warm house and smiling guy. He welcomed me in and handed me a glass of red wine. I walked into the lounge and found Helen naked on the couch. God she was gorgeous! Long legs- neatly shaved pussy - big gorgeous tits. She opened her arms and welcomed me over to sit next to her. I had read & heard about the "girl on girl" thing. I had imagined it when I was alone. I had wondered about it. Here I was standing in a room with the opportunity a few meters away. My breath caught and I felt myself getting dizzy. Her male friend gently pushed me from behind. I walked toward her as if in a dream. He slipped my trench coat off. I sat down next to her on the couch and he kneeled down in front of me to remove my shoes. Her hand found it's way to my buttons and she started to slip the buttons of my shirt open. His hands found there way up my jeans to the fly. He undid the zip of my Levi's while her hands found their way into my bra. My dizziness intensified! He slipped my jeans over my hips and down over my ankles. Her hand slipped down my belly and round the band of my g-string. He slipped it off and he rolled it down my legs she rubbed her breast against my cheek as her fingers rolled my nipple through the bra's fabric. I followed my natural urge to turn my mouth toward her breast. I found myself wrapping my mouth around her nipple. He parted my legs. His hands skirted up the inside of my thighs. My hands followed their own plan and wandered up her body to her breasts. I found her hard nipple and rolled it between my fingers. It felt divine. His hand had found it's way to my pussy and his fingers parted the lips. His middle finger slipped inside me. I was reeling with all the sensations. My hips raised themselves and my legs opened wider he suddenly pulled away and Helen got up in front of me. She put her hands out and I grasped them. She pulled me up and off the couch and led me through to the bedroom. He followed. When we got there she came up behind me she slipped my shirt over my shoulders and my bra off. I was naked, dizzy, giggly and very, very wet. Her hands slid up from my waist and she cupped my breasts. Her mouth was on the back of my neck. She did nothing - just stood holding my breasts and breathing softly against my neck. I found myself dying for her to touch me all over and pushed myself back against her. She responded by gently sinking her teeth into my neck and tugging on my nipples. My wetness was running down my legs by then. She led me to the bed and lay me down on it face up. She slipped her hands between my knees as she crouched down on the floor in front of the bed. Gripping my knees she firmly dragged me toward the edge of the bed spreading my legs wide open. My arms were spread out above me, my legs over the edge of the bed, my pussy wide open and exposed. She stood up to look at me and he came up behind her he grasped her nipples and rolled them between his fingers. His hand slipped down to her mound and parted the lips of her pussy. They were both surveying me. I was oh so ready for them to do whatever they wanted. I started arching my back and spreading my legs even wider my fingers found my own nipples and started rolling them and tugging them. My eyes had closed and the next thing I knew there were a pair of hands around my wrists pulling my arms apart and away from my nipples. When I opened my eyes I found her standing at the end of the bed - he was pulling my arms open. His hands found their way to my nipples and he rolled them for me. She dropped to her knees again and her hands rested on my knees very quietly. She asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this. I wanted to shout out HOLY MOTHER OF GOD YES! YES! YES! YES! All I could do was nod. She smiled and nodded. In return her hands skirted up my thighs and fluttered over my mound. His hands cupped my breasts and squeezed! Her fingers parted my pussy lips. His hands ran down my arms. I lost track of what he was doing at this stage as all my attention was focussed on her and her hands. Her finger went round and round my mulberry bush and her other fingers went into me. The sensations were overwhelming. I closed my eyes and sank into them completely. She plunged her fingers into me deep and her thumb rested and rubbed over my clit. My hips raised themselves and I groaned. I wanted to cry out FUCK ME HARD! But my voice was failing me. My arms had been released by this stage and I pushed them into her hair I guided her head down toward my ever so wet pussy. She more than willingly complied. Her tongue played with my clit and she grazed her teeth over it. I felt the mounting sensation of the beginnings of an orgasm I pulled her mouth against my clit harder. She responded by sucking harder and moving her tongue against it harder. Suddenly my orgasm exploded - it ripped down my spine and then back up again - I believe I screamed very hard! The second wave was warmer and more sustained it rolled up my spine along my legs and into my fingers and toes! I heard her moaning and when I opened my eyes found her standing head down over my pussy, legs spread and him plunging into her from behind. She gripped my legs and I saw her throw back her hair as he gripped her hips and pulled her against him harder and harder. Suddenly she screamed out and he groaned! I was totally blown away! And all this had only taken an hour and a half. Helen Greg finally found his right new home. It was at the right size, right price, and a quiet neighbourhood, the place where he can quietly concentrate his home business. At 28, he was an ambitious young man. The next door neighbour was a couple most probably in their fifties. The man called Tom was a cold man who would pull a long face when coming across people. What sort of woman would fall in love with this kind of man, Greg thought. Helen, his wife, on the other hand, was a polite person who always smiled whenever they meet outside their house. Boy, what radiant smile she had, even for her age. Being a mother of 2 grown up and married children, she still kept a decent shape on her body. It almost seemed like she was blessed with a good body because she seldom exercised, only ate healthily. At 52, she had a smooth, unwrinkled face, although a few strains of grey hair were showing. She had a full chest that Greg never failed to take notice of, and a relatively firm butt that Greg loved watching it sway. "Mrs Hopkins!" Greg shouted and waved from his garden as he spotted her outside her front gate. She had just got back from the stall full of groceries. "Hey young man! What's up?" Helen shouted back. "Nothing much! Just trimming around in the garden. You need help with those?" Greg pointed at the groceries Helen was hugging close to her chest. "Yeah, I could do with a helping hand. The bag is slipping..." Greg reached out before she lost grab of it. He could see perspiration all over her forehead and neck. Even though her tank top was soaked with her sweat, she still smelt good. "Come on in, pls." Helen urged politely. It was the first time he visited their home. It was a neat place and looked spanking clean. No surprise though, Greg thought. Helen was always at home, and he was sure she did her housework religiously everyday. "Mind if I look around?" Greg asked, to which Helen answered yes while she kept her groceries. Greg walked upstairs went into one room. This must be the study room, Greg thought. There was a computer table and a few cabinets, and one of them was unusually messy. "That's my husband's. He wouldn't let me touch his stuff." Helen sneaked up from behind which stunned Greg a little. "But the computer table's so clean." Greg said as he observed. Helen laughed and explained that her husband never got on the computer, while she used the internet almost everyday. "You got a messenger account or something?" Greg asked as he walked out of the room and went to the next. This was the master bedroom. It was neat and clean like the living room, though the bed looked a tad too old for the room. Greg stared at it for awhile. "Yeah, look up sweetpeas55 on yahoo." Helen replied. "I know this bed looks a little old but I insisted Tom to bring it with us when we moved over here 8 years ago. Sentimental values." Helen explained. Indeed, Helen loved this bed a lot. This was the bed she and the man she loved shared for the last 30 odd years. This was the bed that her then young children used to sleep over every night. This was the bed that they were conceived on 30 years ago. Helen smiled as she thought about the past. Greg smiled back and went to the next room. Nothing special, just a guest room with a spare bed, table and TV. He then walked down the stairs where Helen followed behind. "So it's s-w-e-e-t-p-e-a-s-5-5?" Greg asked to confirm. "That's right. Would you like to stay over for dinner?" Helen asked in an ever polite manner. "Oh no, I have stuff to do back home." Greg replied, slightly attracted by her smile. The smile is kind of addictive, Greg thought. That night at home, Greg added her onto his messenger to find her already online. Greg: Hey you! Sweetpeas: Hey stalker! What's up. Greg: How do you know I'm stalking you? Sweetpeas: Been there before. Ha. Greg: Where's hubby? Sweetpeas: In the other room. Wanna talk to him? Greg: No thank you. Greg then went on to tell Helen what he really thought about her husband. Sweetpeas: He's not cold at all. He's very good to me. Half truth. He used to be very sweet but after a failed business 15 years ago, turned into a rather ill-tempered person. Greg: As long as you're happy, Helen. They then went on to talk about their life and Greg's ambition to make is online business work. It was at 4am that night that they ended the conversation. For the next few weeks, Greg would occasionally visit hang out with her next door. They would also talk online at night, mostly about personal topics like relationships and sex which would otherwise be awkward talking face to face. Greg has been single for two years while concentrating on his business. He also admitted that he liked older women and even joked about taking Helen one day, to which she just laughed off. A few times she would go offline earlier than usual to "serve the husband". When Greg asked, the next day, how the sex was, she would always reply "as usual". Theirs was an open friendship. She liked his company but was wary of getting too close with him. She was, after all, a faithful wife and loved her husband deeply even after 30 years. Greg, on the other hand, lusted over her as time went by. A few times he caught her not wearing a bra in the day, and then teased her at night on the internet. She was flattered many times and wished how wonderful it would be if it was her husband taking notice of her this much. One day, Greg went over like usual, looked around and saw a load of clothes on the couch. It was obvious Helen was ironing the clothes. She had a pair of loose, plain t-shirt on and a pair of light blue shorts. No bra at all, Greg thought. She looked sexy with her hair bundled up. "Water?" Helen asked politely. "Ice water will do." Greg replied. Helen soon returned with two glasses of ice water, one for herself. They talked some more at close proximity and her nipples were obviously poking out of the material of her shirt. He was mesmerized by her beauty, like always, even at 52 years old. Her hair was slightly tainted by streaks of white hair, but her skin looked so bright and smooth on her face. Her fingers traced along the smooth wet surface of the glass. Greg lost himself in her beauty. Helen knew the attention she was getting and was flattered. "Errr... what's that painting?" Greg suddenly shouted out as he pointed in one direction. Helen turned her body and head slightly and began to explain while looking at the portrait. "Oh. Tom bought it at a French auction last week and..." Greg was not paying attention. Her chest was now facing him and it bounced up and down as she spoke enthusiastically. Now or never, Greg thought. He lifted his glass and tilted it fully, pouring the whole glass of ice cold water onto the shirt of Helen. Helen jumped at the sudden chill. Greg now seized the chance. He grabbed a towel on the couch and darted it straight under the shirt of Helen, and proceeded to rub her breasts dry with the towel. Indeed she was not wearing a bra. The D cups felt great even though only rubbing them through the material of the towel. They felt full, firm and soft -- the perfect set of tits any woman (and men) would beg for. Greg slightly loosened his grip on the towel, let it fall a little and managed to brush the smooth and icy cold skin of her breasts with his fingers. Meanwhile, Helen stood stoned for about 5 seconds before realizing the situation she was in. It happened too quickly, and within a blind of an eye, she has let a man (or was she being forced?) rub her breasts. She stood still and let the man in front of her stare into her eyes, almost hypnotizing her. Helen was electrified as soon as Greg's fingers touched the skin of breasts, and she searched the room for answers as to what was happening. Slowly, her mind went into a confused state. Her legs felt soft, but her body felt good. Her hands were still by her side, but she surely ought to push the man away? "EEErrr... Greg... this is getting too much... thanks... I mean... You need to... I need to... I need to go get changed..." Helen said, sliding the man's hands out of her shirt. "Excuse me, pls." Softly, but politely, she excused herself and dashed up the stairs, ran into her room and shut the door behind her. Greg calmly walked up the stairs, opened the door quietly and peeped at what was happening inside. He saw Helen standing in front of the dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror, her arms hugging her chest which had been touched few moments ago. As far as Helen is concerned, it was molestation, for as long as she was married, she would never let another man touch her like that. On the other hand, it felt good, she thought. Her husband Tom had not touched her tits properly for about 10 years now, and each love making (or one-sided satisfaction) was limited to only her pussy rubbing on his cock and him finishing the business within 5 minutes at most. Her elbow could feel her nipples get harder as she recalled what her neighbour had done to her. "It's wrong... wrong!" She thought. She saw, from the mirror, that Greg was walking towards her. Slowly, she turned around and took a step back, leaning against the table. She felt Greg wrapping his hands around her body and immediately melted in his arms. Greg forced himself onto Helen's lips, sucked on them and forced his tongue into the mouth of the now powerless Helen. Her eyes were shut, her jaws felt weak and her heart was beating quickly. She cannot remember when the last time Tom made her heart beat this fast and feel so excited. She instinctively opened her mouth wider, inviting Greg to push even deeper. She was mesmerized in the new found pleasure before realizing the man was not her husband, "NOOOOoo..." She shouted, as she broke the kiss and turned her head away from Greg. "Sorry, I thought you were..." Before she could even finish, Greg swept her legs off the ground and throw her onto the bed. Wow, Helen thought. She hasn't been blown away in this manner for a long time. The moment she got lifted up by the man, her heart almost stopped. She was now breathing heavily, and almost exhausted by what has happened so far. Greg proceeded sliding out her shorts while she recovered from her shock. Below it was a pair of old fashion panties which he was not ready to take off at this moment yet. He proceeded to made love to Helen's face with his lips, kissing her all over on her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, chin, lips, nose, while his hands rubbed the sides of her body. He rubbed his thumb against her swollen tits and slowly rubbed it up to her hard nipples. In a swift move, he pulled Helen's t-shirt up to chest level and attacked her breasts with his mouth, sucked them for first time. Helen was now drowning in ecstasy, and she could slowly feel wetness leaking out from her pussy and slowly bring absorbed by her underwear. Greg began to squeeze her left tit, which was still wet from the earlier incident, with both his hands, to which Helen let out a soft satisfying moan. He gave the same attention to the other tit and began taking turns to suck on each nipple. He then kissed his way down to her belly where he paid special attention to her belly button. His hands were now caressing on her thighs which were pressed closely to each other. "You can't do this to me, Greg," Helen begged, as Greg began to open up her legs. He ignored her pleas and proceeded thumbing her clit through her underwear. Helen resisted and tried to repel the pleasure, but soon found herself biting on her own lips and hissing out with desire. Greg continued to tease his victim with his thumb rubbing on her clit and his other fingers pressing against her labia. Helen hasn't felt so good for a long time, and soon, she thought, she opened up her legs wider as she felt her first orgasm growing in probably 4 years. She resisted the mounting pleasure, but the more she resisted, the better she felt, and the higher she lifted up her butt to meet his touch. She was close, she could feel it. Her hands held onto the pleasuring hand of Greg, as she tried to take it away so that he would stop her feeling so good, but Greg was not to be denied. He applied ever more pressure and force on his thumb on her clit, pulled her panty sideway and thrust 2 fingers into her pussy. Helen arched her back up at once and this caused his fingers to thrust even deeper into her cunt. "AHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh..." Helen's moans filled the room. Her mind, and pussy got blown away at this point. Her pussy never felt so tight and wet before. She felt her pussy tightening his fingers and felt a sharp rush of pleasure. But the pleasure could not be stopped, for Greg carried on thrusting fingers, slowly, in and out of her tight pussy -- 3 fingers now. He now sucked the clit with his lip and tried to force his tongue into the tight pussy which was already trying hard to accommodate three fingers. Helen's hands were on resting on his head, and her feet were pushing the side of his body away, her back arched, her eyes shut. She screamed and cried in pleasure, and she pictured Tom in her mind doing it to her. She now could feel an additional finger up her cunt. She could feel the pace and intensity the man was going. He was breathing hot air at her cunt. "ThoMAS... YEeeessSSSS..." Helen screamed, her body shaking violently and her hands pulling the hair of the man. Instinctively, she stuck her tongue out and licked the hot air around her. She came again. A decade of frustration now erupted into the mouth of Greg on the same bed she shared with her husband for the past 30 years. Helen soon realized the Thomas she loved so deeply was not the man pleasuring her, for Tom never ever fucked her so well, she thought. She started to lift her body up and got off the bed, walking towards her wardrobe. She was up here to change her wet shirt afterall. However, her legs felt so weak that she slumped onto the floor after 3 steps and kneeled on her fours. Greg stood behind and looked upon her, ripped off his shirt and unbuckled his pants. He released his 7 inch giant, crawled behind her, and held her butt still, and positioned his cock at the opening of her pussy. Helen never looked back; she merely kneeled and waited to be penetrated from behind. She closed her eyes and felt his meat inserting into her, slow but deep. Tom always penetrated her from the sides and never got halfway into her vagina. Greg's full and hard cock filled her tight pussy easily. By the fifth deep thrust, Helen could feel something building up again. So quickly! Barely 2 minutes since she had her last orgasm. Greg accelerated the pace but maintained the same depth. Their flesh meet with a loud bang each time he thrust. Helen rested her head on the carpet floor and lifted her butt even more, almost like a little girl begging to be taken. "This... feels... SOOO GOOOOD!!!" she screamed uncontrollably as Greg hit the g-spot continuously. Greg instinctively reached forward and pulled her up to his chest level. "Better than your husband?" Greg whispered into her ears. "Better... than my husband!" Helen cried as she gasped for breath in pain and pleasure. She moaned and jerked her body each time she got penetrated her from behind in a way her husband never did to her ever before. She has totally lost her mind and forgotten herself as a faithful woman. Greg spread her legs wider and rammed in hard and deep 5 times and slid his cock out suddenly, to the dismay of Helen. He laid on the floor on his back, crawled under Helen, pointed his cock up and sat Helen down on it. He loved women on top as he always felt mentally good having women get off by riding his strong cock. Helen hasn't ridden a cock for how ever long she could remember. Now, she moved her hip up and down and bucked on the cock of the young man. Looking obviously over-clothed, she lifted her shirt and pulled it off over her head, and released her bundled, long and wavy hair. She no longer felt like the conservative Helen now. She tightened her pussy and pushed herself up and down, fucking the younger man below her. She bent forward and felt the hairy chest of the man, tracing her fingers around his nipples, and kissed them a few times. For the first time in her life, she felt in control during sex. But that was not to last, as Greg lifted up and turned her over to get on top. He pinned her hands on the floor at her sides and rammed his cock into her swollen cunt. They stared at each others' eyes in close proximity. Helen reached her mouth out to kiss Greg, but he playfully dodged, before finally plunging his tongue into Helen's willing and hungry mouth. A few times Greg tried to break the kiss, but she wrapped her legs around him and sucked on his tongue so hard that he could not break away. Only a few harder strokes made her open her mouth to moan and arched her head back, but it also build up the fire in his cock. "Gonna cum soon..." Greg whispered while sucking on her chin. "Don't stop... Fuck me..." Helen urged. Fuck? Where did she find such word? Greg tried hard but could only last another 15 strokes. He shot a hard load straight into the back of Helen's vagina. Helen's world stopped at this moment. Her heart almost stopped beating. The man was so near, yet she could not hear a sound, not even his loud groans. Her vision turned bright but yet she could not see clearly. Her mouth was opened but she could not make a sound. She could only feel the sheer ecstasy as loads and loads of cum hit on her g-spot. Both erupted in each others' arms. They gasped for fresh air in each others mouth and laid like that for about 5 mins. Helen looked at the alarm clock on the dressing table. It was 5:35pm. "God, pls help me!" Helen shouted as she struggled out of Greg's arms. Greg kissed her in the mouth where she was less passionate now. "You gotto go now," Helen whispered as she broke the kiss. "We cannot do this again..." "We cannot do this again?" Greg repeated her words, and playfully sank his semi hard cock in and out of her used pussy. Helen felt the thing grow inside her slightly, and it got her horny again. But she knew they had to stop now before it was too late. "He'll be back by six. You gotto leave... now!" She said, kissing him two more times on the lips. "Only if you promise that we'll meet again..." Greg tried to bargain. We're next door neighbours after all, Helen thought. Of course we'll meet again! "Ok... now go." Helen urged. Helen laid on the floor as she saw the man dress up. "I'll lock the front door for you. Good bye Helen." Greg said. Helen saw the man leave her room, and heard her front door close and lock up. She laid for another 5 minutes recalling what she had done before cleaning up in the bathroom. She then cooked dinner and waited for her husband's arrival. Helen This is a true story, writing it brought back very fond memories. There is more to tell, if people are interested. Feedback will dictate if I post more. Helen When I started college I had dreams of parties and women. I was a serious student, too, but I was hoping for some action in college. I am average looking, not particularly athletic or muscular, but I am smart. I was hoping to capitalize on women who might enjoy me for my mind. I was actually in a long-term relationship at the time. I had been with my girlfriend, Janice, for a couple of years. I know I'm an ass for hoping to get some at college, but she didn't put out, and I had a major case of blue-ball. I didn't plan to leave her, just get some action on the side. I didn't choose my colleges very well – I went to a very small private Christian college. There didn't seem to be too many women there who were interested in anything beyond just a little kissing, not even touching each other. My blue ball was getting worse, not better. But then I met Helen. I could tell she was different right away. The way she spoke was different – and I don't just mean her accent. She was from South Africa and had a beautiful, melodic accent on which everyone commented. Beyond that, she was much like me – smart but plain. She was nothing spectacular in the looks department. But the way she spoke – she clearly had a sexual appetite. I had grown up among women who repressed or hid this side of themselves. Helen spoke openly about sex and how she had it with her very long-term boyfriend whenever she made it back to Africa. So there we were: two college freshmen, involved with distant people and horny as hell. We spent quite a bit of time together, and though we talked about sex and even masturbation, nothing ever happened. In hindsight I can see that we were both waiting for the other to make a move, but at the time I was too chicken to try something. We spent long nights talking, drinking coffee and various booze, smoking, and being "deep" while discussing our various classes. We had most classes in common, even, as we were majoring AND minoring in the same subjects (majors in philosophy and minors in English [good job prospects, don't you think??]). We really saw a lot of each other. She had a manner about her that I found irresistible. She was comfortable with herself, dressed well for her body type, which was very thin, with tiny breasts and slim hips. Her breasts were small enough that she was entirely flat except for puffy areolas topped by thick, seemingly always hard nipples. I did have many opportunities to see her nipples, as she frequently wore flowing clothing and no bra. Each time I did, I would spend the following nights alone in bed wacking myself while thinking about those beautiful little puffy boobs with strangely large nipples. She had long, flowing blonde hair and very clear, light, delicate skin. She doesn't tan, she just gets pink. As the year went on we became closer and closer. One evening, around midnight, I heard a tap on my door. Now we both lived in the dorms, but both of our roommates had quit, so both Helen and I had a room to ourselves. That meant that even though it was strictly forbidden, we often had very late-night chats. So this light tapping didn't surprise me at all. I was, however, surprised when I said "Come in," and Helen came in wearing a huge parka, a thick knitted cap, gloves, scarf, and big boots. She had a very strange gleam in her eye; she actually looked a little maniacal. "What's up?" I asked her. She just whispered one word: "Snow." I understood immediately. Being from South Africa she had never seen snow except in pictures and movies. She had been excited about snow for months, and here it was falling. I put away what I was working on without a word and got up and dressed for the outside. I felt like I was overdressing, putting on my gloves and scarf and hat and boots, but I thought Helen might feel silly if I pointed out how over-dressed I thought she was. However, when we got outside, the snow I had expected to be minor had actually clearly been falling hard for a few hours. Everything had a coating of about five inches and looked beautiful. Helen had stopped, and was looking down at her boots standing in the snow. When she looked up she had the excitement of a five year-old on Christmas morning on her face. I bent down, scooped up some snow, and threw it at her. It was fluffy and just covered her, not hitting her like a snowball would. She laughed in pleasure and returned the favor. Soon we were chasing each other with snow in our hands and laughing and wrestling in the snow. It was sheer delight to watch someone so excited about snow, and I found myself giddy with excitement and pleasure too. When we started to get tired we snuck into the cafeteria and stole some of the over-sized oven trays. It turns out they make excellent sleds! We went to the edge of campus and must have gone down the (very small) hill a hundred times, laughing harder each time as the snow got packed and we went a little faster. At one point, Helen jumped on me just as I was going to go down the hill, and we went down together on one "sled." The trouble was that when she jumped onto me, her gloved hand landed square on my nuts, and while it was lovely to have her close and holding my crotch, I felt like I was going to throw up she nailed me so hard. When we got to the bottom of the hill I just sort of rolled off the tray, and she realized at that moment what she had done. Trying not to laugh, and trying to be suitably somber, she apologized a dozen times. We both ended up laughing, and really I was fine. We were both cold and tired at this point, and I told her that the only suitable finish to an evening like this was hot chocolate; so we went back to my room to make some. I had all the fixings in my dorm room, even a little Baileys to top off the chocolate. When we got back to my room we started shucking off our wet outer layers. Helen had worn jeans – rookie mistake – and she was clearly wet and uncomfortable. She actually stripped them off and got a pair of my track pants and put them on. I pretended not to look, but I did. I thought she had a lovely butt, though she wore granny panties. As she sat down I handed her a mug of hot chocolate. "Thanks," she said. "No prob." I replied. "Not just for the hot chocolate," she said to me, looking at me, "but for being so excited with me. I felt like a wanker for coming over and telling you it was snowing. I even waited a whole hour after I noticed the snow, but I was just too excited." We both laughed, and I said, "I'm so glad you came and got me! That was great. It was easy to be excited watching you." We sipped our hot chocolate, and I told her snow stories: about how my parents house formed a drift every year that reached the roof of the second story, and we always went down the roof onto the drift with a sled once a year; about how the snow in the mountain passes would be over 12 feet by this time, of how it might snow tonight and stay for two or three months. She was easy to talk to about this, she was an eager and appreciative audience. Before we knew it, it was nearly 3:00 am. Helen yawned and stretched and asked if she could just sleep at my place tonight, as she was warm and cozy already. I had secretly been thinking that I was glad we were at my place, so I wouldn't have to go outside again tonight. I said sure, she could have the bed and I could sleep on my couch, and she said, "Don't be silly. The bed is where we sleep, it is big enough for both of us." It really wasn't. It was a twin bed, and I am six foot three and she was an five foot eleven. But I didn't say anything, and thought it might be a long night. She went to the bathroom and came back, saying, "I used your toothbrush." This bugs the crap out of me, and she knows it. She has no issue sharing a toothbrush with me, but I think that's disgusting. She smirked at me as she climbed into bed, and I headed off to the bathroom to get the water as hot as possible to disinfect my toothbrush. When I got back to my room I turned off the lights, and stripped down to my boxers and t-shirt. When I climbed into bed Helen gave me a big hug, kissed my cheek, and said, "Thanks for playing in the snow with me." "I loved it, it was fun." I replied. And then she did it. I felt her hand come up along my leg and come to rest on my dick. There was an extended silence, as her fingers gently squeezed my unit from time to time. "Are you okay?" she finally asked me. "Is this what you want?" I asked her. "I'm not looking for marriage, just some fun. I think we know each other well enough that we can keep this...uncomplicated." She whispered to me. I felt her hand move, and then she was inside my boxers holding my quickly stiffening dick in her long, slender fingers. As I got harder she stroked a little bit, we were both on our sides, facing each other, so this must have been uncomfortable for her. She pushed me over on my back, pushed my shirt up, pulled the covers down, and pulled my dick out of my boxers. Looking at my dick she whispered, "nice!" I laughed and said, "Thanks. Every man likes to hear that." "I mean it," she replied, "You're hung like a horse!" Now I'm not going to tell stories about impossibly large dicks, and I honestly thought mine was very average, like the rest of me, until that night. I really didn't have any experience with other guy's erect dicks, and I had never measured mine. It turns out that I'm not huge, but I'm bigger than average. My dick is just over eight inches long, I'd later learn. She laid her head on my chest and continued stroking me. At this point, I had never had a handjob before, and I was in heaven. "Uh, this is the first time I'm doing this." I admitted to Helen. She just nodded her head and kept going. Her pace was agonizingly slow and steady. She got her other hand into it and pumped me two-fisted, turning her hands slightly in opposite directions as she went up and down. It was delicious, and I was soon losing control. She stopped, suddenly, however, and I recovered. She changed her position, and she straddled my legs and went back to two-fisting my dick, faster now. "I'm going to cum." I said to her, and she stopped again. She reached over and clicked on my bed-side lamp. "I want to see you cum." She said to me, and resumed her stroking. I felt uncomfortable initially, but seeing her looking with lust and longing at my dick dispelled that quickly. I was soon close again, and I started moving my hips more. She slowed down, allowing me to savor the feelings as I felt my cum exploding out of me. It all landed on my stomach, and as I was finishing Helen slowed down, trying to milk more out of my dick. When I was clearly done she took her shirt off and wiped me off and lay back down beside me. "That was hot," she said. "Yes it was, thanks." I said. I reached over and felt her little breasts with their perpetually hard nipples. They were beautiful, but after a moment I started going down, thinking I was going to return the favor. But my hands were stopped by Helen. "Not now, I have my period." She said to me. "But I want to return the favor!" I protested. "Oh, you will. Just not tonight. Let's get some sleep." She replied. And so we went to sleep. It was a lovely night's sleep. As there was no fear of touching each other, we slept tangled together, both of us sleeping deeply and waking refreshed around 8:30. As we woke up Helen again pulled my dick out of my shorts and pumped it. This time she was behind me, we were spooning, and she was pulling on me with her right hand. It almost felt like masturbating, but so much better, as it was someone else's hand. She really took her time, making sure I could feel her naked breasts pressing against my back. Her hand travelled the entire distance of my shaft, and would then come back down, periodically pausing to fondle my balls. At one point she paused and spit into her hand. I had no idea what an impact that would have, but when she started again her saliva acted as a natural lubricant and her hand slipped up and down my shaft amazingly. She picked up the pace and I was soon ready to cum, and told her so. She nibbled on my neck where it meets my shoulder and looked at my dick as she pumped it. That took care of it, I spewed my load onto my sheets, though I didn't care at that moment. It was so good, and seemed to last so long, as she slowed down and again milked my dick until I was completely finished. "Wow," she said to me, "You do perform on command. Two huge loads in a row!" I laughed and she got up and gave me her shirt again to clean up with, telling me we'd do laundry later that day. We got ready for the day together, though we didn't shower together (pity). We had breakfast together and were off to class. All through the day I thought about what happened, and wondered if I regretted it. I finally decided that I didn't – nothing had changed between us, really. This was just another aspect of our intimacy, one that could have been present for a long time, but just now finally was. After dinner we worked on some homework in my room, and eventually she went home to bed. I was only a little disappointed, hoping it would be a regular thing that we'd sleep in the same bed, but I knew that was folly. And so this continued. While we didn't actually make out again for a long time, our study time was more cuddly than it had been. We changed our clothes in front of each other without shame, and we generally grew more comfortable with each other's physicality. When we studied we'd often put our feet in each other's laps, or give each other back-rubs, and so forth. It was lovely. About a month after the first snowfall we had another doozie of a storm. It was a mid-winter break long weekend in February, and though most of the students had left for some warm-weather vacation, Helen and I remained at school due to lack of funds for such an adventure. The first night the snow fell thick and heavy and didn't stop for three days. The city shut down and the students couldn't get back to the college, so the long weekend grew longer. Campus was like a ghost town, and Helen and I felt alone. When the snow finally stopped we went out again to play in the snow, getting trays from the cafeteria and wearing our warmest clothes. This time we hiked up to the back end of campus where there was a larger hill, and spent a very pleasant couple of hours playing in the snow, sledding, and flirting. This time we went back to her place afterward, as there was no one at all left in her dorm at the moment, and there were a couple of dorks in mine. Once back in her room we stripped off our coats and such, and I took off my pants and sweater as they had gotten wet too. So there I sat in my boxers and t-shirt, feeling self-conscience. Helen was still fairly bundled. "I'm freezing," she said. "I'm going to crank the heat up in here and go take a hot shower. That way I'll be warm and the room will be too when I get back." I nodded, and she looked at me, "Aren't you going to join me?" I didn't need to be asked again. Her dorm was empty, after all, so no worries. She got out a couple of towels and off we went to the bathroom together. Once there I stripped her clothes off her and got my first look at her totally naked body. She was totally shaved except for a small patch of light blonde hair just above her slit. She pulled my clothes off me too, and then pulled me into a shower. I stood behind her, my already hard cock between her ass cheeks, my hands roaming up and down the front of her, going from breasts to pussy and back again. "Mmmm, that's nice," she said, "and I believe you owe me a couple good orgasms..." "Just tell me what you want," I said, "I'll do whatever you want." She kept me behind her and put one of her feet up on the bench in the shower. She then put her hand on top of mine and showed me how to touch her. She was basically masturbating with my hand, it was so hot. She must have thought so too, because she soon came, panting and holding me for support. It was very hot. We finished up our shower and walked naked back to her room. There was something pretty erotic about being naked in a public place, though we knew no one was around. I walked behind her and admired her ass. It was slim, but still had a nice shape and just the right amount of movement when she walked. Once back in her room Helen sat down at the dressing table she had managed to squeeze into her tiny dorm room after her roommate left. She started brushing out her hair and I just sat and watched her for a bit, then I walked up behind her and started rubbing her shoulders. She immediately put down the hairbrush and relaxed her shoulders, clearly wanting me to continue. After a few minutes she stopped me and handed me some cream. "Here," she said, "If you're going to be rubbing my whole body anyway, you might as well moisturize." We both laughed and I set to work covering her with moisturizer. When she had been thoroughly rubbed down we got into bed. She laid herself down partially on top of me, lining our faces up and kissing me. I felt her hand on my penis and sighed. It was heavenly being in bed with a naked woman. But I had a duty to do... I pushed her onto her back and kissed her on the mouth lightly. Then I pulled back and kissed her neck and moved down to her breasts. Her nipples, though hard to begin with, grew even harder between my tongue and teeth, and she urged me to nip at them harder. Apparently she liked it rough. As I worked on her breasts, my hand was rubbing her pussy, and I noticed it had become exceedingly slick. So, even though I had no idea what I was doing, I moved down and put my mouth on her pussy. She must have approved, because she sighed deeply and put her hands on either side of my head and pulled me up so my mouth was on her clit. I ignored her, feeling bold, and moved down again, penetrating her a little with my tongue. Her hips came up to meet me, she was into this. So I did my best to tongue fuck her for a while, and then moved back to her clit. I flattened my tongue out and pushed it against her, rolling her clit between her body and my tongue. The effect was instantaneous. She pulled my head hard against herself and came. Her hips pumped and pumped against my head as her open mouth silently formed a perfect "O." After a long orgasm she slowed down, and pushed me away, saying it was too sensitive, and when I lay next to her she jumped on me and kissed my face – no doubt tasting herself. It was very hot. She seemed to drift into sleep for a while, and I must have too, because I woke up about an hour later and looked down to see her straddling my legs. She was working my tool with both her hands, and when she saw I was awake she lowered her head and took it into her mouth. I was in total heaven. If I thought a hand-job was great, a blow job was far superior. It didn't take long at all for me to go from flaccid to hard, and then to ready to cum. I told her, and she immediately flipped over onto her back and said, "Wank yourself, and cum on my tits." Always wanting to comply I did my best. I positioned myself over her and grabbed my dick and pumped. Looking down at her naked body while I pistoned my dick in and out of my fist was too much. I soon shot, and while I aimed at her tits, it shot a lot farther than it usually did, and I hit her square in the face with the first rope of cum, in the neck with the second, and the rest ended up on her tits. She was surprised by the intensity of my orgasm, but not displeased. When I was finished she lay there in her cum-covered glory and I flopped beside her. "You realize we're going to have to shower again?" she asked me. When I grunted my acknowledgement she grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into the hallway toward the shower. Helen Helen leant back and took a drag of the cannabis cigarette in her hand. She smiled at her companions, the public school educated boyfriend with his friends, and her friends from the local Comprehensive. Marijuana always made her chilled and she relaxed back sucking in the smoke from the illegal cigarette. "When are your folks back?" A wiry black haired boy asked the eldest boy present in his well-spoken voice. Fabien sniffed. "Monday," he replied after pausing; the skunk was powerful and the girl smiled. "That's two nights of porn, drugs and rock 'n' roll," she said slowly and waited for the appreciative titter. Aaron looked up at her with a smile. "Foxy said we have some Coke if we wanted it. Or some E's." Helen purred. "I like me pot," she replied and turned back to her boyfriend, the black shirted Fabien. "It makes me horny." Fabien laughed and grinned. "So you and Amy then, you gonna do a lesbian show!" Amy cackled with laugher and Helen took a huge intake of breath through the spliff. Helen grinned. "Yeah, we'll do 69," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "If you two do as well." There was some cheering and teasing as she pointed at her boyfriend and his friend. The two men spluttered, and shook their heads but Helen opened her arms up. "What? It's OK for a girl to be bisexual but not a guy?" "No, it's different," he spluttered and Helen sniffed. "Right, well I want to see you suck a guy's cock." "Pardon?" "You heard," she said with a smile. "Amy and I will do it if you and Aaron do it." "I don't think so," Fabien dismissed her, sweeping back his well-manicured blonde hair. "I don't think Aaron wants to suck my cock, any more than I want to suck his, and Reuben and Paul don't want to see that." "Yeah, but we do want to see you get naked," Aaron told the girls and Helen sat back, stretching her legs on the sofa. "Well, another one of my boyfriends did it, and it made me all hot." Helen smiled at the expectant looks of the boys in the room. "I mean, and if I get all horny, I don't know what will happen." She flicked her eyebrows up and gave a grin. "Who was it?" Fabien asked, his eyes barely leaving his girlfriend. "I mean you went out with Eddie before me, and he always gave me funny looks in the shower." Helen cackled. "I ain't telling ya anything. But I do want to see ya lips on him." Amy bit her lip with a smile. "Yeah, I mean you guys love us to wrap our lips around yours, only fair you know what it is like." Fabien snorted. "No. I am not doing it." Helen shrugged. "Then I am not getting naked, and doing anything with Amy. And you are not getting laid tonight." Amy turned to her boyfriend and grinned. "You too." "What?" Fabien and Aaron called in unison. "I mean, we ..." "They want their end away," Amy said with a grin, rubbing the bosom of Helen and then scratching her legs. "But Reuben and Paul don't want do see it." "They liked girl-on-girl porn." "That's different," Fabien replied immediately and Helen shrugged. "Yeah, we'd like to see you and Amy," Reuben told her. "And I've not done that sort of stuff before," Fabien added and Aaron agreed. "No idea what to do." "Well I ain't done any lesbian stuff, but I'll give it a go," Amy said with a sneer. Fabien and Aaron looked at each other and Aaron shrugged. "OK I'll do it, if the girls promise to give us a show afterwards." "You fuckin' fag," Fabien shouted with a sneer, leaning back and shaking his head at the short boy gripping Amy's hand. Helen turned to face him wrapping her legs over his thighs. "I ain't-" "I'll let you put it anywhere," she said interrupting him with a smile and kissed him on the cheek. "I mean I loved to watch it as part of a threesome with Ed ... with my other boyfriend." "A threesome? You don't think you have had too much practice," the quiet Violet giggled as she took the spliff in the room, looking at Helen. "I mean you seem to have had tried everything." "Hey I'm eighteen," Helen said with a smile. "And he hasn't complained before," she said jabbing a finger towards her squirming boyfriend. "He wanted a wild one." "Yeah, but now I am changing my mind," Fabien said with a grin. "But Aaron said he would," Amy said, squeezing the hand of Aaron. "He's game." "He is gay," Fabien quipped and Aaron shook his head. "No, I love Amy." Amy cooed appreciatively and kissed him on the cheek. Helen looked at Fabien with a raised eyebrow. "Well go on." He sighed. "Oh, I love you," he said with a grin. "Then suck his cock." Fabien rolled his eyes and Helen kissed him on the neck. "I won't, I mean you won't, be getting any shagging from me until you do." Eight faces looked at Fabien who snorted into his drink. It took a further twenty minutes of pressure from everyone in the room before he relented and he crossed his arms with a scowl. "OK, but you so better give me a damn good time tonight," he warned Helen who grinned at him. "Of course," she promised and climbed off her boyfriend's legs. Both Fabien and Aaron were clearly nervous; Helen could tell, and she encouraged her boyfriend to strip. Reuben return from the kitchen to his family's second lounge with a few drinks and his eyes fleetingly looked at Fabien's erect appendage. Helen had seen it many times, it was larger that most of her ex-partners, and she gently guided Fabien to the rug, propping a pillow underneath his head. She felt a shiver, as she watched Aaron climb over him, his own thick, but reasonably short cock resting against her boyfriend's lips, and then his own large cock touching Aaron's lips. Fabien looked up at Helen, and she licked her lips; she had dreamt of this and watched as Fabien reached forwards, opening his mouth and took the first inch of Aaron's dick in his mouth. Reuben sighed and gasped. "What does it taste like?" Amy turned with a grin. "Well Paul is next to you," she replied. "I can't believe they are actually doing it." Helen nodded, watching Aaron impale his mouth on Fabien's shaft, his tongue sliding over the glistening head, and rubbing the underside of cock. Helen glanced at Amy and whispered in her ear; they watched Aaron start to rock gently into a rhythm and Amy wetted her finger, leaning down and pushing it against Aaron's hole. Aaron stopped and Amy pushed forward gently wiggling her finger at his butt hole. "Hey," Paul called out. "Is he liking it?" "I think so," Helen replied, her eyes glazed and watched as her boyfriend was practically face-fucked by the other boy on top, his bucking rhythm jabbing the rigid member in and out of his lips. Helen sniffed the scent of human arousal in the air and looked down at the damp mess of her boyfriend; saliva and pre-cum was running down his chin and she could see the sweaty testicles of Aaron touching her boyfriend's face with every thrust. She giggled as she watched Aaron bob up and down and glanced over to see Reuben and Paul with embarrassingly large bulges in their trousers. She felt a firm tingle and groaned, pulling Amy towards her. The slightly chubby girl smiled when Helen did it and she pressed her lips to Helen's. "Oh shit," Violet murmured from the other side of the room and Helen pulled Amy in front of her stripping her of her top and began kissing her neck as her hands undid her bra. Aaron was clenching his fists and giving nasal grunts. "I think your boy is about to come," Helen whispered, rolling the erect nipples of Amy between her thumb and forefinger. "Yeah," whispered Amy breathlessly and closed her eyes, pushing her hips back against the body of Helen. Helen continued to kiss her friend's neck and writhed her body against the overweight girl who groaned nasally. Both of the girls were transfixed as Aaron stopped bobbing and began to roll his tongue around the head of his friend's cock, his fists gripping onto the rug by his head and his buttocks clenched. He cried out and suddenly they saw Fabien start to thrash and his arms begin to wave energetically. Helen gasped and then frantically stripped her top and trousers off, as she watched, her body alive with arousal. Amy sensed it and they watched as Aaron raised his rump, his cock dripping with cum onto Fabien's lips. Fabien though, had stop thrashing and was grunting. Helen saw his cock twitch and pump semen into the mouth of his friend and immediately felt a shiver, rubbing her hands over the pitted, hairy legs. He grunted and Helen just spun Amy around and sunk her tongue into Amy's mouth and then dragging her back onto the sofa. Amy didn't protest and giggled, pulling her trousers down and sliding her legs over Helen's head and pressing down on her mouth. Helen gasped and closed her eyes, running her tongue along the slick slit of her friend. She swirled it around the engorged pearl and felt Amy's pubic hair tickle her chin. She grunted, as Amy's mouth touched her labia; she was already on edge with the filthy display her boyfriend had given her and only needed a small amount of touching from Amy to climax. Amy, however, was not in the mood to give a small amount of touching, and gleefully wrapped her tongue over the engorged button of Helen and flicked it gently, running her tongue along her her friend's slit. Amy was giving nasal groans and grunts, as Helen's tongue danced over her moist crack, sliding down from her clitoris to her hole, giving gentle laps at her entrance before going back and sucking on her sensitive button. Helen savoured the taste of Amy, she didn't mind the taste of another woman and felt the legs tighten over her head as Amy's tongue probed her own folds. Suddenly Helen could feel an intense eruption building up and, quite unlike when her boyfriend brought her to a climax, it was a deeper, more powerful feeling. She mewed as fingers, Fabien's cold, wet fingers pressed against her bud. She squealed and pushed her hips up to give the intruder's fingers better access and renewed her vigorous sucking on Amy's pearl. Amy squealed, and grunted, removing her lips from Helen as she screwed up her face, and her loins exploded with a cool, intense rush of relief. Helen felt the girl buck on top of her and just kept her sucking of her clit and Amy's legs shook. Helen kept up her assault on Amy's button, grunting as the fingers massaged her ring and smeared it with a cold gel, before Amy returned her mouth to Helen's slick cunt. She frantically lapped at Helen's crevice and Helen grunted, before releasing into a powerful orgasm. She became aware of the figures around her and laid back panting furiously. Amy stepped off of her and Fabien kissed her, before pulling her onto the floor., "Dya like sucking cock?" Helen teased and giggled when Fabien shook his head. "Fuckin' awful, but I get to fuck you all night so worth it." "I'll do anything," Helen muttered with passionate eyes and watched as Fabien speared his cock into her well lubricated pussy. "Condom," she muttered. "You gonna wear a condom?" Fabien began pumping into her and he shook his head. "No, but I will do this." Fabien withdrew his cock, pushed Helen's legs back and prodded his cock against Helen's ass. Helen squealed as his slick cock went into her. "So you don't get pregnant," he promised and began to pound her rear. Helen held onto the table legs and enjoyed the sensations of Fabien, the smells of arousal and the sounds of several pieces of flesh slapping all over the room. Helen had never been to an orgy before, and the thought excited her, just like seeing Fabien with another guy. It was shaping up to be a good night! Helen - A Pain in the Ass Since English is not my native language, please bear with me - thanks. The events described below have really happened - therefore, names and locations might have been changed, with the exception of the sexual events. ***** It's almost six o'clock and I'm back from work - everybody works here, no matter what, you need to work - the alternative is the imprisonment... The phone bell rings - it's Helen - "Look, I'm in trouble! I need you to be at the corner of my street at seven, sharp!"... "Wait, what kind of trouble?" I know by now that Helen uses some words without really meaning what she's saying... "I don't have time to explain now - just make sure that you aren't late!"... At seven o'clock, in the evening, sharp, I see Helen coming - she looks nervous... "The bloody bastard manager has been informed that I'm a tramp - I know who has told him that, but, for the moment, I cannot kick her ass"... "And so... what?!? It's not illegal to give your ass around town!"... "No, the problem is that, as I've heard, he wants a piece of it!"... I know, by now, what a piece of trash Helen is... But I also know what a hard rock she can be, with, or without reason, simply because she chooses so... "So, what's the story?" "We are supposed to be at the institute, on duty, all night long - only me and the bastard"... We reach there, get the duty responsibilities from a nice blond coworker of Helen - I have no chances, since she's married and also has a little child, as Helen rushes to inform me... I see that the room has, on a shelve, a radio. I switch it on. I get back and take a seat - I unzip my trousers and take Helen by the back of her neck. She gets the message, kneels, and starts working. Her lips and tongue and throat are doing wonders - she's under the table and she's doing just fine... She's milking the head of my dick with her lips, while licking around with her tongue, then she grabs me by my balls and engulfs me - the zipper is clearly giving me some troubles, but I'm not the guy to take off my trousers in a public institution... I let my belt free and let my trousers go down to my knees - by now, Helen holds the base of my dick - she's sucking - she's hungry - real hungry... I sense something moving at the entrance of the room - it's the manager, looking at me with a bewildered face. I show him, with a finger at my lips, that he should be quiet... He steps back, and, in less than a minute I explode, letting Helen swallow all my cum. She is, as usual, quite good at it... She raises, and I zip back my trousers... It's quite clear to me that the manager has, somehow, watched the whole scene... He enters, quite sure of himself, almost yelling to Helen: "This institution is designing national importance matters! Do you know that bringing outsiders here may be treated as treason?" I stop him in a laughter: "Wait a minute! Just a moment, please!" And I take out, from my pocket, my I.D. and the access permit from the place where I work- it's a national institute of research... The guy is clearly confused... He wants to mumble something, then, in a loud voice: "Yes! But I've seen what you were doing!" I look at him, straight into his eyes - he's already scared... You really have seen nothing! And, in case you imagine that you've seen something, there will be your word, against mine, and her's"... I'm sure that he won't try it!... "Look, I'm gonna leave now, for a few minutes, and bring a bottle of vodka - we get to know each other and we won't be so tense"... The guy steps back: "I shall be in my office - Helen knows how to reach me"... It takes us more than two hours to empty the bottle... After an hour, or so, I let him know who the next of kin I am, some connections... He's surely wondering if this isn't the last day (or, better said, night) when he works in that enterprise, manager, or not!... As soon as we get back in Helen's office, I lock the door and make Helen take off her jeans and her panties. I make her climb the desk and stick my dick into her already wet cunt. The soles of her feet are pressing my chest and I stand there, still, awaiting her to milk me with the velvet walls of her fucking cunt... I just enjoy the feeling, while she's telling me that I'm a bastard, a bad guy, who doesn't want to take care of her... "Now, you! Stupid bitch! You have a dick! Use it!"... She milks me, does her moves, but I'm a little bit drunk... She orgasms, two or three times, but I still stand still - she's furious! When I feel that I'm ready, I grab her by her hair, get her down from the desk, and make her suck it... Honestly, I love the way she makes me finish... "Now, bitch! Be, or try, or pretend to be, a good girl and call me a cab! I'm wasted! I need to sleep!" The taxi comes, and I go home... At half past seven in the morning - a beautiful Sunday morning! - I hear the door bell ringing insistingly... It's Helen: "I'll take a shower, then, whenever you can do it, I want you to fuck my brains out!"... Just as determined as ever! She's wet from the shower - she's wet because she's wet! I don't know... My dick is up, hard as a cannon! Her moist lips engulf it - she's riding me - I wet my finger and stick it up her ass: "Oh God! Oh Gosh! Oh my, my! You, bloody fucker!"... She's moving really hard, while I only want to (or pretend to) sleep... She orgasms - I cannot tell how many times... "I hate you for being so lazy!" Helen is angry - let her be! She knows that I won't cum with her above me! "Now, you fucking little cunt! You hate me?!? Let me fill your cunt with my fucking jizz! You, little beast!" I do perfectly know how afraid she is of being impregnated, so I take advantage, teasing her... She instantly jumps away from my dick and goes somewhere in the corner of the room - I know that she's scared, but I also know that she's playing... I jump out from the bed, reach her, grab her by her hair:"Now, bitch! Suck it! Suck it as it is your last meal! Don't you dare waste a drop! You! Fucking slutty bitch!" Gosh! How wonderful she is! She sucks me dry in less than a minute, caressing my balls and scratching the back of my balls... If, generally, she wasn't such a pain in the ass, I would surely marry her! But... she's a devil in disguise!... Helen - A Surprise Since English is not my native language, please bear with me - thanks. The story depicted below is a real memory - of course that names and locations might have been changed. ***** The taxi is running in the night. It's been raining all day and now, since it's already dark outside, the lights seem as they aren't enough... Helen has been working late and we are about two hours late to the small party thrown by her good and crazy friend Mireille. Mireille is a real something! She has an obsession for black cock - actually, I've never seen her with anybody else but black dudes... She's the one who has told me that there is no difference in size between the black dicks and the white ones, excepting the color and, to many of them, the circumcision... "You cannot imagine how good I can feel when our hands bond together, and I can see the contrast between my skin and his skin! I get instantly wet, and, sometimes, I can even have an orgasm!"... In a few minutes we arrive at our destination. Mireille is together with three women, all friends of hers, and a black guy who looks sincerely happy seeing that finally, that apartment is populated with another man... We introduce ourselves and he confesses to me that the bitches have had nothing to do but to tease him, mentioning some things about slavery, and so on... Actually, he confessed that he was looking for a "reasonable reason" to leave, without pissing off Mireille, since she is such a good fuck... I put on the table the two bottles of Champagne and open them, pour into the glasses brought by Mireille, then toast and drink... The bitches are clearly upset, and it doesn't take me too long to find out why... Mireille has asked her friends to come without any men. It seems that she wanted to only have Joe, the black man and me, since, as she knows quite well, Helen would have not accepted to come at her party without me... Looking around I realize that there isn't so much booze, so I just excuse myself and go to buy a few bottles... Mireille follows me on my exit way: "Please don't buy too much booze, since I want these bitches out of here in an hour, or so"... I buy two bottles of Russian vodka and get back. Seeing the bottles, the girls seem really pleased, and start speaking about the fantasy of having two men - a black one and a white one, to do to them whatever they might request, sexually speaking... Now is the moment when Helen explodes - she may be a whore, a slut, or whatever, but, when it comes to her man, even if only a boy toy, as I am to her, nobody, but nobody is aloud to try anything... Her final comment is: "Now, girls, since I am really tired, I shall take my man with me in the other room, blow him and give him a fuck, then sleep... So, good nite!" This being said, she takes me by the hand and drags me to another room of the apartment, opposed to Mireille's bedroom. The bad thing here is that there is no bed, just a rather small coach, completely not fit for a tall guy like me, to sleep in... We've stayed over night once before, and all that I know is that we've just made love all night, since there were no conditions for a decent sleep... Another bad thing is the fact that the door has no locking system. Unlike the usual way, Helen asks me to start fucking her cunt - no blow job first, explaining that she's been horny all day and that she needs to be scratched inside there. Saying that, Helen raises her skirt, takes off her panties, then kneels on the couch, with her ass towards my dick... I take off my trousers and underwear, and start unbuttoning my shirt, but Helen stops me: "You can do that later - now just stick your dick in me and fuck me!" I do as I'm told - she is wet already - real wet! She clearly wasn't lying when she's told me that she'd been horny all day... I stick it deep, pressing, and she doesn't even get tense as she usually does at the beginning, before I stretch her a little. I can feel her belly muscles tensing and somehow trembling, making my dick feel really happy... Then she mumbles something, her hands clenching to the coach: "Ohhhh! Baby! Ohhhh! Baby! Ohhh! How bad I needed it! Yessssss! That's it! Hold on! Like that! Yesssss!..." The same moment I sense the door opening and, when I turn my head, I'm blinded by the flash of a camera - Mireille has just taken us a picture. I get pissed, I stick out my dick from Helen and turn to go to Mireille... She just takes another picture, laughing like crazy and crying: "Yes! Now I've seen your dick! I've seen your dick! And I also have it on camera!"... "Yes! But not for so long!" I tell her, while I forcibly grab the camera and open the back cap - the film is compromised! As I've told you, Mireille is really crazy, so, from laughter and happiness she bursts into tears. I let her have her camera, useless by now, until a new film is inserted, and grab my undies and trousers, getting dressed. I grab from the pocket some money: "Here! The money for a new film!" And I put the money in her hand... "Mireille, it's been nice seeing you, but now, Helen and I are leaving"... In spite of her usual attitude, this time Helen doesn't say a word - she only stands behind me, with her purse in her hand, ready to go - she's probably as pissed as I am... Suddenly, Mireille puts the camera on a cabinet, than falls on her knees and grabs my legs: "No! Please! NOOOOOO!" She's really yelling, as if someone is raping or beating her, or something... Luckily, I know that her neighbors know about her condition and are used with noises like this... I can only hope that they won't call, again, the Militia... "Please don't go! Please! Please! Pleeeeease!" Then, she jumps back on her feet, grabs the camera and says: "This has upset you! Very well! I'll smash it! I'll throw it away, out of the the window with it!" I know that Mireille isn't joking, so I grab, again, the camera, this time to protect it from her fury... "No, Mireille, I'll just keep the camera until tomorrow, than I'll give it back to you with a brand new film inside"... She suddenly stops, makes a face like a crying puppy, looking at me with pleading eyes... "Why are you so good with it?!? It has upset you soooooo much!"... I grab her by her shoulders and embrace her, holding her tight... It's clear that Helen is still pissed, since I hear her lighting a cigarette... She still doesn't say a word... Through the open door, I can see the scared eyes of a black man - it's Joe, who clearly has heard, and maybe seen the whole scene and is probably wondering if to stay or run away... I wink at him, and wave him with my hand to come in. He hesitates, so I insist. Finally, he makes his decision and enters the room. I set free Mireille from my embrace, and, bending my head, I encourage Joe to embrace her. "Now, dear, you'll let Joe come with you in your bedroom and help you get a good sleep - you've only drank a little bit too much"... Mireille starts crying again: "But I cannot sleep! I need to be fucked! I need to be fucked!"... Suddenly, Joe remembers that he's a man, so he starts whispering: "I'll fuck you! I'll lick you! I'll even stick my tongue in your ass if that's what pleases you! Please Mireille! Please! Please!"... Then, a minute of silence, except the dim music from the living... The silence is broken by Helen's voice: "Now, boys, I need to have a little chat with my friend - you go back in the living, have some drinks, while Mireille and I will have a chat in her bedroom"... Mireille is much taller than Helen - still, Helen manages to take her by her shoulder and lead her to her bedroom... Joe and I go towards the living, pour ourselves some fresh drinks and have a small talk. "Look! I'm really sorry for what happened, but I just couldn't stop her!"... He's a nice guy, but it's clear for me that he cannot handle this situation... "I'd rather leave now"... I can understand him - finally, he's just a stranger in a foreign country, he's been sent here by his government to study, and he's most probably concerned about the eventual consequences of a scandal... "Look, Joe, now, anyway, you're in it! No matter how big the shit may be! Leaving now, from my point of view, is not the right solution!"... I look into his eyes, and continue: "If you like her, give her the fuck of her life - please her, caress her, pin her in bed with your dick until noon - she probably hasn't taken her pills, knowing that she will drink alcohol - I'm almost sure that there won't be consequences - just don't let her drink any more alcohol, and, in the morning, after she takes her pills, she will be, again, the girl that you've used to know"... I can see fear in his eyes: "What if, due to all this crap, I won't be able to have a hardon?"... "Well, you're the one who said that will lick her - lick her good and thoroughly, until your dick comes back to life"... The same moment Helen enters the living: "Joe, you should go. Mireille has already started to strip while I was leaving her bedroom"... Joe looks towards the exit door. Helen senses it. "No, now you won't leave her! You can do that, if you still feel like it, in the morning"... Honestly, I feel pity for Joe - he looks like a trapped animal... Helen adds: "Take care! At seven in the morning, if she forgets, remind her to take her medication!"... I feel the need to add: "Don't worry! We are here! Just in case!"... The moment Joe enters Mireille's bedroom, my dick remembers that it has been stopped while doing it's job, so it comes back to life... I grab Helen by her ass and sense through the fabric of her skirt that she doesn't wear panties. She's probably put them into her purse the moment Mireille surprised us with her camera... I quickly unbuckle my belt and unzip my trousers, dragging them down to my ankles. As I sit on the chair, I grab Helen's leg and make her straddle me. The head of my dick quickly finds the entrance in Helen's cunt - I cannot tell how come, but now she's dry. She gently puts her hands on my shoulders and starts letting me enter, millimeter by millimeter, inside her vagina... I suddenly feel a flood, while Helen embraces me, humming and moaning: "God! You've already made me cum!"... It seems that the chair isn't quite happy, having to support my weight and Helen's weight together... I push away from the table the glass and the bottle and a plate with some left overs, then raise and make Helen sit with her ass on the edge of the table. I hit her two times, and by the noises made by the table, I realize that we're about to ruin some piece of furniture... I grab Helen by her ass, with both my hands, while she's holding me by the back of my neck, and... make her lay on the floor carpet. Now, this is it! Finally a steady place! I start pumping! And I pump, and I pump, and I hit! My dick goes deep inside her! In no time I feel her convulsions! She's desperately biting her lower lip, trying to make no noise. I cannot help but smile, then, feeling it coming, I take my dick out of her cunt and raise on my feet. Helen immediately raises on her knees and grabs my balls with her left hand, while with her right she supports the base of my dick. Her lips and tongue are doing wonders to the head of my dick - in no time, I feel that I explode. Helen senses that too, so that when I cum, her lips are sealed around my dick - I grab her long dark hair with my hands, forcing her to take me a little bit deeper, and let myself release... She cleans my dick dry with her expert mouth, then I draw back my undies and trousers. While finishing buckling my belt, I hear the door of Mireille's bedroom. She enters the living, stark naked: "Now, as a compensation to what I've done to you with my camera, I need to let you see me naked - unfortunately, I don't have another film for the camera - I would of let you take some pictures!"... Then, she spreads her legs and with her hand she starts collecting the sperm coming out of her pussy. "Joe is a really great lover!" She starts licking her fingers... Then, looking directly in my eyes: "I know that I'm dirty now, but, if you want, I shall suck your dick!" I just smile... Helen turns towards her a little bit more and says: "Honey, you know very well that I've always known how to take care of my men!"... Mireille looks directly in Helen's eyes, and licking a little bit more from her fingers, says: "Very well then! I'll go back now, to take care of my little black man"... She smiles, and in the rhythm of music, balances her hips, turns around, and leaves... I take Helen by her hand and make her come and sit on my lap. I give her a loooooooong kiss, then I whisper in her ear: "Darling, friend or no friend, crazy or no crazy, this is the last time when you drag me to this place"... I fill my glass with vodka, and drink, checking, from time to time, the wrist watch and the clock on the wall... At seven o'clock sharp in the morning, I send Helen to knock at the bedroom door and remind Mireille that she has to take her pills... Then, from the exit door, I shout: "Good bye! Have a good time!" I've never seen Joe again, and I've never asked Mireille about him, even if, several times, due to her friendship with Helen, I've had the chance to see her in various places, and talk to her... Helen Agrees Remarkably, after the assault by the stranger, things began to look up for Helen. On her way to work the next morning, she's stopped at the bookstore, and in their small DVD section, found a copy of Y Tu Mama Tambien as a gift for Gwen. She'd seen the film at a local art cinema; it was quite well done and terribly sexy. After her experience the previous night, she felt like being daring. She had second thoughts when the time came for the Secret Santa exchange. But since she had nothing else to give Gwen, and the DVD had already been wrapped at the store, she sheepishly gave it to her. Helen's cheeks were burning as Gwen opened it, and let out a squeal of delight. "Oh, I've been wanting to see this! I hear it's very naughty!" She gave Helen a hug and thanked her. "That's the one with the two young guys and the older woman, isn't it?" added Mary. "Have you been holding out on us, Helen?" There was a good deal of joking about getting together to watch the movie in the lunchroom, but thankfully nobody seemed to find it the gift inappropriate. Helen's gift from her own "secret Santa," Don in accounting, was a jar of bath salts. "My wife picked the gift," he announced sheepishly as Helen opened it. She thanked him, and meant it. She loved nice bath things, and it was a much better gift than many. Later in the day, when the party was over and everyone had returned to their desks, she got a call from the auto shop. Her car was ready to pick up, and the final repair cost was less than the estimate! After work she took the bus to the auto shop, and picked up her car. She arrived home late, and found a message from her boyfriend on the answering machine: "Helen, I've been thinking a lot about some of the thing you said when we were fighting. I'm afraid, if that's the way you feel, you're just not the right person for me. I don't think we should continue seeing one another." That was just like him, she thought. What a cowardly way to break up - leaving a message on the machine! Oddly enough, she felt more relieved than upset. She made herself a light meal of leftover Chinese food, topped of by a glass of wine. Finally, she had to face the thoughts she'd been avoiding all day. The previous night she had almost called the Police to report that she had been raped. But in thinking about it, she wasn't sure how she felt. The stranger had done nothing to really harm her... and several times, he had told her it was her choice if she wanted to continue. And it had been an incredible experience... frightening, but at the same time incredibly arousing. Finally, she sat down at her computer and composed an e-mail message: === To the mystery man from San Francisco (I don't know your name!) You told me I must write and thank you - which seemed a terribly arrogant thing to say, after forcing yourself on me. But I must confess that, despite my fear, I enjoyed everything you did. I loved being exposed, being controlled, and being fucked by you. And since last night, I actually feel better about myself than I have in a long time. So yes, I will thank you. The orgasm you gave me - or rather, I gave myself while you watched - was the most explosive I've ever had. I really thought I would pass out. When you left, I didn't untie myself right away. I lay there, bound and gagged, and masturbated again, until I had another orgasm. I was able to work out of the restraints without real difficulty. It would have been horrible to have to pound on the wall until someone heard and found me! But you were sure I could work free, weren't you? You asked me what I wanted from our "relationship!" Well, last night was perhaps the first time in my life I have thought of myself in purely sexual terms. I want that feeling again, and I am willing to try a variety of things that will give me that feeling. But there are some rules! I do not enjoy extreme pain, and I don't want to be harmed in any way. I don't want to be exposed in a way that would jeopardize my job. I do not intend to be anyone's sexual slave... everything I do must be done of my own free will, and under my control. If you can abide by those rules, then I suppose we have a relationship. Oh, and you might tell me your name! === She hit the Send button without giving herself time to think. She went on to read the rest of her e-mail... a short message from her sister, a couple of work-related messages, and about a dozen offerings for Viagra, penis enlargement, and home mortgages. She was about to close her e-mail when another message arrived. Her heart was racing as she opened it: === Helen, Thank you for your gracious message. I accept your rules. Here is what I would like you to do: Buy yourself some sexy new bras and underwear. This is very important. I want you to think of yourself in sexual terms, and to dress the part! Tomorrow at 7:00 PM, I want you sitting at your computer, in your new underwear and nothing else. Check your e-mail then. For tonight, you must entertain yourself. Perhaps the photos I left will help? - Will === "Well," she thought, "at least now I know his name!" By 6:00 the next evening, Helen was already at her computer. She was wearing the things she'd bought that day... a red lace strapless bra, and a matching thong. The lace was very revealing and made her feel sexy and a little slutty. She had Will's photos spread on the small table she used as a computer desk. There were a dozen men and women in the various pictures, having sex in various combinations. One of the men had a huge cock, and she noticed that there were pictures of him with each of the women. In one photo, two of the women had their hands on his enormous shaft. Though many of the photos included faces, none of the men looked like Will. Helen found herself getting more and more aroused looking at the photos. She was touching herself, rubbing lightly over her lacy panties, and feeling them getting damp. She opened her e-mail program impatiently. At exactly 7:00, a message appeared in her mailbox. === Helen, You were blindfolded when I left you. Find the blindfold and put it on. I want you standing in your living room, wearing nothing but your new bra and panties, and the blindfold. Wait there. - Will === She suddenly found herself frightened by what she was doing, and how vulnerable she was making herself. Her legs felt weak as she stood and went to the bedroom, where she had left the blindfold. Her breath was coming in short gulps and her heart was racing as she returned to her living room and hesitantly tied the blindfold on. Moments later she heard a key in her door lock. The door opened, then closed again. "Will?" It was silent for several moments. The she heard his voice, "You look beautiful. You're a very desirable woman, Helen. You make me glad I moved to London." She felt his hands on her breasts, his fingers brushing lightly over the soft swell of her skin, then rubbing gently over the lace, teasing her nipples into hardness. She felt his kiss on her cheek, then her neck. His breath was warm on her skin. He took her in his arms and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring her. She could feel his cock, big and firm, pressed against her as he kneaded her arse and pulled her tightly against him. He ended the kiss and stepped away. She heard clothing being removed and tossed to the floor. Then her was behind her. She felt his cock pressed against her again, nestling against her. His hands explored her body, brushing over her skin, teasing her. He tweaked her hard, aching nipples through the lace of her bra. His fingers slid under the elastic of her panties, caressing her soft mound, and then withdrew. He bit her neck lightly, continuing to tease her. She was melting into him... she wanted to slide to the floor and let him make love to her. Suddenly, she became aware of another sound in the room... the clicking of a camera. "Will! Is there someone else here?" "Relax Helen. Just some pictures for my friends in San Francisco. It's only fair... you've seen them." "I can't do this Will. I'm sorry, I just can't. I want to make love with you, but not like this, with someone watching." She reached for the blindfold, only to find her wrists grasped and pinned together behind her. She heard Will's voice in her ear. "Of course you can, Helen. This isn't about making love. This is about sex, and pleasure. My friend with the camera is a visitor from San Francisco. He's here on business with our company, and he'll be leaving tomorrow. You'll never see him again. But tonight, he's going to take you." He let go of her wrists. "Or we can leave now. And you will never see either of us again. It's your choice." "Oh Will... I just can't." "I'm going to make this easier. I'm going to bind you again, so you won't need to pretend resistance. If you want me to stop, just tell us to leave. Otherwise, we are going to take you and use you, and you will experience sex like you've never had it before." She felt him pulling her arms back behind her head. From somewhere he took a strip of cloth and bound her wrists. He wrapped a loop of the cloth around her neck, then tied it, making it impossible for her to more her arms. The awkward position pulled her breasts up, making them jut straight out, making her feel exposed and helpless. Will stood behind her and squeezed her breasts again, kneading them through the lacy bra. After a while, he unhooked it and let it fall to the floor, exposing her breasts and her hard nipples. As he played with her, she heard the camera clicking. After a while, it didn't matter. His hands were on her, touching her like fire, racing over her skin. He pulled down her thong, touching her, rubbing her wetness. He parted her swollen lips, sliding a finger into her, and all the while the camera clicked. She was moaning as Will rubbed her, spreading her wetness over her click, caressing her. The camera had stopped, and she heard a zipper, heard cloths falling to the floor. Then there was another body pressed against hers, a strong male body. He was kissing her kiss tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She was sandwiched between the two men, and their hands were on her, everywhere, touching her. She felt a hard cock trapped between the cheeks of her arse, and another cock - and enormous cock - pressed against her in front. She thought briefly of her fantasies while watching Y Tu Mama Tambien. She laughed a little, thinking of Gwen, wondering if she might even now be watching the movie while these two sexy men took Helen. She felt Will pulling her backward, drawing her into the next room. The other man's hands were still on her, touching her. Will pulled her down into a chair, and she felt her legs being pushed apart. She felt warm breath on her pussy, and seconds later she felt a tongue between her lips, licking her. A part of her realized that these two men could do anything they wanted to her... she hadn't even seen one of them, didn't know his name. "Oh god, Will, I can't do this. Don't let him do this," she whimpered. She felt another mouth on her, kissing her nipples, sucking them. Her body was on fire. Her hands tied behind her, the blindfold firming tied, and she could do nothing but lie back and let the men pleasure her. She felt herself raising her hips, pressing her hot wetness against his face as he licked and sucked her pussy. She wasn't even sure which of the men it was, but he was licking her, sucking her clit, grinding his face against her. She felt fingers sliding into her, moving in and out, as he sucked her clit. Other hands squeezed her breasts, pulled at her nipples, held her down as her body thrashed. She screamed as she came... her body quaked and trembled, her legs locked around the man kneeling in front of her. She felt kisses on her body, then her face. She eagerly kissed the man - whichever man it was - whose lips touched hers. The man pulled away... she heard them moving. Then something brushed across her lips. She recognized the scent, the feel of a man's cock. She opened her mouth, knowing what he wanted, and felt the soft skin of a cock head between her lips, slick with the salty taste of pre-cum. She felt it pushing into her mouth - god it was enormous! She opened her mouth wide, stretching her lips, and the head of his cock popped into her mouth and her lips closed on the shaft. She thought of the pictures she'd seen - the women sucking that huge cock - this cock? She started to move her head, bobbing up and down, slurping wetly as she sucked him. She felt something touch between her legs, felt another cock pressing against her pussy, sliding into her. She moaned as Will began to fuck her, sliding in and out of her inflamed pussy, filling her with long, deep strokes. The other man, Will's friend, began to move his hips, fucking her mouth, pushing back into her throat, somehow just short of gagging her, and Will plunged in and out of her wet cunt. She lay there, her body trembling, hands tied back behind her head as the two men filled her and used her. Will's cock was moving faster and faster, and she found her hips bucking, meeting each thrust as he pounded into her, his balls slapping against her. She heard him let out a long groan as he buried himself in her a final time, and shot his cum deep inside her. She felt the men pull away again. Then she felt hands on her body, lifting her from the chair, pushing her to the floor. Her wrists were untied, and she was on her hands and knees. She breathed in the scent of her juices as she felt Will's cock brush across her face. She took him into her mouth, sucking him, cleaning her juices and his cum from his cock. She felt the other man behind her, the head of his cock entering her, stretching her. She cried out as he forced himself roughly into her. She'd never felt so stretched, so filled. He began to move, forcing himself deeper into her with each stroke, hitting something painfully deep inside her. She focused on Will's cock, reaching up with on hand, touching him and caressing him as she licked and sucked him. The other man was fully in her now. She couldn't believe she could take something so big inside her! He was moving, in and out, fucking her. Her pussy was drenched, and there were wet gushing sounds as he pumped in and out. She was moaning now from pleasure as her touched her in ways she'd never imagined. Will's cock was fully hard once again. He was pumping in and out of her mouth, her hand wrapped around the based of his cock. The men instinctively matched their rhythm, and she gave in to the incredible feeling of two men fucking her. She began to cum, her whole body shaking, her pussy clamping tightly on the thick cock that was filling her. The men moved faster, their cocks wet with her cum and her spit, and she was cumming again, moaning and whimpering as one orgasm after another swept over her. She felt the man behind her bury his cock in her, felt it jerk and spasm, shooting a thick jet of semen in her. Will grasped her head and jammed his cock into her face, flooding her mouth with his spunk. The man behind her was still buried in her cunt. She felt Will pull away, and she lowered herself to the carpet, resting her face on her arms. She heard the camera clicking again, and for the first time, heard the other man's voice. "E-mail me copies of those, OK? I can't wait to show Jen." "Sure. Give her my love!" Then she felt arms around her, lifting her, as the thick cock slid from her with a wet plop. She felt herself led to the bath, her blindfold still in place. She heard water running, the scent of bath salts, the men easing her limp body into the warm bath. She felt lips brushing hers, a soft, tender, sensual kiss. Then another kiss... slightly different, but equally wonderful. "You were wonderful, Helen. I'm so pleased you didn't ask us to leave. I think it may be time to find some new playmates for our little group... I can't depend on friend from San Francisco to fly over whenever we want to play. Think about it..." She heard the men dressing, heard the front door open and close, and heard the key in the lock as she relaxed into her bath. Helen and Harry and Me Harry and Helen are happily married and both are friends of mine. He is well hung and has great stamina and she is very happy, even overjoyed, with his regular love-making. However, Helen also relishes the way I eat her pussy so she likes me to join them now and then. Harry knows this is no more than honest lust on the part of his wife, and we have certain protocols that we all follow, so there is no chance of his being jealous of her. We are all happy with the arrangement, so we get together often, and he and I team up to pleasure Helen sexually, while immensely enjoying ourselves. They are both in their mid-thirties, making them considerably younger than I, but we have many things in common other than our age. She has dark brown hair and I would describe her, not at all euphemistically, as pleasantly plump. Others might call her fat but Helen is comfortable with her body, likes good food and doesn't worry about a few pounds. She also really loves good sex, as do Harry and I, which is the reason we all enjoy ourselves so much when we get together. The last time we got together, Harry was wearing a bathrobe when he met me at the door. From the way the robe was sticking out in front I could see he had a prodigious erection. After we shook hands and said hello, he locked and bolted the door behind us and we hurried to the bedroom where Helen was waiting. She was lying on the bed with her legs spread, showing off her clean-shaven pussy and every other part of her body. Completely naked, she smiled at me, anticipating the good things I would shortly be doing for her and myself. After hugging her and kissing her hello on her warm lips, I peeled off my clothing. Harry shucked off his robe and, seconds after my arrival, all of us were equally naked, with Helen lying on her back, waiting for me and her husband to start doing what all of us love so much. I didn't make her wait very long. Cupping one of her big, succulent breasts under either hand, I started licking one of her dark pink nipples. They are big and sensitive and, after just a few strokes of my tongue, the first one had become fully erect. When I started licking the other nipple, it achieved the same state just as quickly. For the next few minutes, my tongue alternated between the gorgeous twins, relishing the way her hard nipples, with their many tiny ridges felt against my tongue. Helen was breathing deeply and her upper body was squirming on the bed when I took the first of her luscious breasts into my mouth. It was big and full and soft and vibrant. With my lips forming a seal, my cheeks worked like a bellows, sucking on the magnificent globe, and my tongue continued its caressing of Helen's nipple and areola. After a few minutes, my mouth switched to her other breast, so I could lick and suck this one the same way. Helen's body started squirming even more strenuously on the bed under me, and she began cooing in bliss. I happily alternated between her succulent breasts while her movements became more pronounced, until she was pushing one up against my mouth every time it moved between them. As my mouth pleasured one part of Helen's body, another part also felt the effect. I smelled the delectable aroma of her pussy juices and, when I looked down her sexy form, I saw her squirming down there too, and I also saw the source of the fragrance. Small drops were collecting on Helen's pussy and dripping off to soak into the bed, a terrible waste of one of the most delicious treats in the world. Although it had been fun, I bid adieu to her gorgeous breasts and started licking and kissing and nuzzling my way down her round belly to where a feast awaited me. When I reached Helen's mons, I licked all around there, before getting off the bed and back on at the foot. She saw me approaching on my knees, and spread and raised her legs so I could duck under them and let them rest on my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around her thighs until my hands came to rest on her mons, and gazed at the beautiful pussy I was about to eat. Helen's luscious outer lips are plump and inviting, especially when they are clean-shaven as they were that day. Her inner lips were pink and swollen with her lust, and had blossomed out of her slit like lovely flower petals. At the end of the inner lips, her precious clit was peeking out through the folds that surround it, and I knew it would be swollen and pink by the time she and I were ready for me to engulf the little darling in my mouth. I leaned in more closely and gently pulled her slit open, loosing a fragrant cloud that I breathed in with delight. There were traces of her pussy juices on the insides of Helen's thighs, and I started by licking it off them, before advancing to the heavier flow that was trickling down her crotch. Her nectar was fresher and more delicious there than it had been on her thighs, and I devoured it all before starting to slowly lick one of her outer lips. Harry joined us on the bed, but closer to the head, and he approached Helen on his knees too. She saw him and opened her mouth wide so they could do what they both wanted to do. My tongue was meandering its way up one smooth outer pussy lip while I watched her slowly engulf Harry's entire shaft until his pubic hair was against her face. Helen couldn't talk, of course, but I could hear her murmuring with delight at the way her husband's cock had stuffed her mouth so well and at what my tongue was doing for her. I was much more concerned with eating the beautiful pussy under my face than I was with what my friend's were doing, but my tongue knows its way around well enough that I had no need to follow its progress. Instead, I watched Helen slowly moving her face back and forth as her mouth alternated between engulfing Harry's entire cock and drawing back until just the head was between her lips. They have done this same sex act thousands of times over the last ten years and, during that time, they have learned how to get the most pleasure for both of them. They do it by her face moving back and forth as they were doing that day, and he remains in place and lets all the parts of his wife's mouth do the work it loves doing. My mouth was working too, and it was also a labor of love. Helen's pussy was writhing under my ministrations by the time I reached her mons and planted a soft kiss. I brought my tongue back to her adorable pink love hole and it sluiced up all the fresh juices before starting to lick her other outer lip. I treated this one as I had the first, reveling in the soft skin and the way Helen's pussy was moving under my face. Taking as much time as I thought best, I licked all the way to her mons again, and gently kissed her there once more, before looking at the progress her clever mouth was making on Harry's long, thick cock. He must have thought the progress was delightful, because his body was writhing in pleasure from the sensations Helen was giving him, and I could hear him sighing and moaning blissfully. Except for those sounds, we were pretty quiet. My mouth was too pleasurably occupied to want to say anything, as was Helen's, and hers was too full to talk anyhow. After kissing her mons again, I moved my attentions back to the lady's wet love hole to continue what we were both enjoying so much. First, of course, I feasted on all her delicious fresh juices. After I had licked up everything available, I started between an inner and an outer lip, beginning with the small, very smooth and sensitive patch between their origins. I caressed this area with my tongue and, after reaching the point where the two lips were close together, I tilted my head slightly so I could slip that versatile organ of taste between them and lick them both at once. When she felt my tongue reach this point, Helen's pussy ceased its random movements and started fucking up into my face. Moving like a hummingbird, my tongue slowly advanced upward until I reached the end of the inner lip, where it and the other inner lip merge to form Helen's clit hood. I raised my head and admired the little cutie, noting how it had almost entirely pushed its way out from under its protection. It resembled a lovely pink pearl, and I expected to soon have it cuddled inside my mouth, but not just then. I also looked to see how close Harry was to cumming. It's wasn't a matter of voyeurism. He has painful memories from some time ago, when he was 69ing with her, and Helen climaxed while his cock was in her mouth, clamping her teeth on his erection. That ended the sexual action for that night and for the next week, until the bruises healed and, since then, they have always been careful to be sure that he cums first, and then it is her turn for an orgasm. From the movements of Harry's body and the grimace of joy flickering across his face, I knew he was close to cumming, so I stopped what I was doing with Helen's pussy, except for slurping up all the nectar she had just produced. However, I am enough of a voyeur to watch what was happening, especially since I knew that my cock would be replacing Harry's in his wife's wet chamber of pleasure. She continued moving her face slowly back and forth, taking his shaft all the way into her mouth, until she suddenly began to increase her pace. I knew that she must have felt her husband's cock starting to throb against her tongue and lips, because that's when she prepares to have her mouth filled with his cum. Besides the faster pace, Helen was using shorter strokes, because she didn't want his semen shooting down her throat until her mouth had a chance to relish the taste and texture and swallow it. After a minute of the different strokes, I saw and heard Harry as he started to cum. His buttocks clenched and he sighed and moaned in bliss, and I knew he had ejaculated, but his wife didn't stop sucking on his cock. Twice more, while I watched, Harry's ass tightened, and I knew he was squirting more of his juice into her mouth. Helen continued stroking his shaft between her lips and, when she knew he was through cumming, Helen took his still hard cock out of her mouth and held it in her fingers. "My turn now," George, she told me. "Make me cum the way you know how ." Having said that, Helen turned her attentions back to her husband's erection so she could get the rest of his semen off it and out of it and fully savor it in her mouth. While Helen was milking and sucking the cum out of her husband's cock, I brought my mouth back below her dripping pink hole and started licking between the other pair of pussy lips. My tongue began its highly pleasurable assignment by slowly caressing the area between this pair of labia and, when I reached the point where these two lips were close together, I slid my tongue into the seam between them. Once again, I slowly progressed upward, giving Helen as much fun as I could with my tongue, until I reached her clit hood again. When I looked at her face and body this time, she had finished with Harry's cock, and he was lying next to her, holding it in his hand. It was still fully erect and ready to go where it was told, which I knew would be Helen's pussy. She was letting herself go completely, thrashing about on the bed, with her head rolling back on the pillow and her eyes closed. When she felt my tongue stop what it was doing, she opened them. "Suck my clit, George. Make me cum," she urged me. The adorable little pearl she wanted me to suck had pushed its way entirely out from under its protective hood, and was ready to be taken into my mouth. I gently flicked it with the tip of my tongue, and Helen moved slightly and repeated her request, emphasizing it by thrusting her pussy even more strongly against my face. I was not quite ready, because I wanted to raise Helen to the apex of her arousal before bringing about her orgasm. She and Harry know this, which is one reason they like me to join them when they want to give each other some special loving. Once again, I brought my tongue back down to Helen's love hole but, this time, I pried open her slit and thrust my tongue right in. Her movements became even more strenuous; her hips started swiveling under my face, thrusting her legs out and back past the sides of my face like a pair of pistons. She was sobbing and whimpering in time with the movements of her hips, but I continued with what I was doing. Always moving slowly, never in a hurry, I continued upward until the tip of my nose brushed up against Helen's completely uncovered clit. Her legs were still thrusting past my head, and it felt almost as if she were trying to wrap her pussy around my face. When I looked, I saw that her thighs had rotated slightly outward, presenting herself fully to me, and I knew it was time for her climax. I raised my face slightly and my mouth engulfed the adorable pink pearl and started to suck. My lips formed a seal at the base, while my tongue caressed the swollen sides and top of the little morsel. "Yes! Right there!" Helen sang out joyfully. Seconds later, she gave out with an ecstatic but incoherent cry as she started cumming. Her soft but strong legs clamped onto my temples and Helen's hands went to the back of my head and buried themselves in what little hair I have so she could press my face against her pussy. Helen continued fucking up against my mouth, actually bouncing up and down on the mattress, and her legs swung wildly from side to side, carrying my head like a willing and happy prisoner. As she yanked me about the bed, I clung tightly to her thighs, kept my mouth sucking and licking her clit and enjoyed the wild ride. When she climaxed, Helen gave put with another cry, even louder and even more joyous. Her back arched; all her muscles clenched and she drove her pussy against my mouth for an ultimate time. After her great orgasm, Helen completely relaxed on the bed with her eyes closed and her mouth open in a grimace of pure pleasure as she luxuriated her head in the pillow. Harry saw how his wife lost all muscular control while in the throes of cumming, and was glad his cock hadn't been in her mouth when it happened. Her legs also released their grip, and I backed away but quickly returned to devour all the fresh nectar that had spattered on her legs, crotch and all over her pussy. However, I left those that were still in the lovely pink hole that had produced them. It was a sacrifice, because I knew how delicious they would have been, but I also knew that the juices would be needed to provide lubrication for Harry's cock, which would be plunging in and out of that Heavenly place in a few minutes. Helen needed to rest after her great orgasm, but no longer than a couple of minutes. She let us know, by sliding over to sit on the edge of the bed, that she was ready, and Harry lay on his back where his wife had been. While he held his cock upright, in a position for her to impale herself on it, Helen crouched over him, holding her pussy lips apart. She was on the Pill, and his is the only cock that touches her pussy and vice versa, so there was no concern about pregnancy or AIDS or any kind of STD. Helen lowered her body enough to make contact, and he rubbed the end of his cock in her wetness to spread the lubrication. I had left plenty there, and she had produced more in anticipation of getting Harry's big cock deeply into herself. Her juices were so plentiful they were running from her pussy down his erection, and some were even trickling down the insides of her thighs. When both were ready, he centered his big, mushroom-shaped head in the place where they wanted it, and she lowered her body enough to let it wedge its way into her pussy. Helen sighed happily and a grimace of pleasure flickered across her face at the initial penetration. She really loves the way I eat her out, and I have brought her to some great orgasms, but there is nothing she likes as much as climaxing when her pussy is fully crammed with her doting husband's cock. He feels much the same way. Harry loves having his wife suck him off, but the main benefit of getting head from her is that it takes the edge off his horniness. That way, they can fuck for a long time, with him plowing his cock in and out of her until they finally reach their climaxes, which are thunderous and as close to simultaneous as they can get them. With just the head of Harry's cock inside her pussy, Helen paused to let the pleasure throb through her body, before lowering herself enough to let another inch or two surge into her. Once more, she sighed joyfully, and her sound was echoed by Harry, who was already feeling the many well-trained muscles of his wife's pussy as they massaged his cock. Once again, they stayed in that position for a minute, both of them reveling in the pleasure they were receiving and that both of them knew they were giving to the other. In a series of small increments, Helen impaled her pussy on Harry's big, stiff cock, until its entire length was inside her. She was still perched on top of him in the cowgirl position, but they both prefer the more intimate full-length skin on skin contact of the female superior or missionary positions. To change, Helen straightened her knees so her legs were outside of Harry's and leaned forward until her body was stretched out on top of him. She slid her arms under his and he placed his hands on her body, expecting to caress her sides and back and ass with them when she started moving on top of him. They kissed, long and deep and lovingly, and then it was my turn to get involved. My cock had become fully erect when I saw Helen's sexy naked body on the bed, and had stayed that way for as long as my mouth was relishing her pussy. It had softened somewhat as I waited for my friends to get into position, but that would be no problem. I lay beside Harry with my hips beside his face and my legs pointing at the head of the bed. I would be able to caress Helen's ass and hips and back as her mouth was doing the same for my cock. She had a slightly different idea. "Why don't you stick your finger into my ass and give me sort of a DP?" she suggested, as she reached back and spread her cheeks to encourage me. I moistened my middle finger with saliva and reached up and slipped it into the tight, warm hole she was holding open for me. Helen cooed happily and started moving forward, pulling her pussy out from around Harry's shaft and her ass from my finger. When she stroked back, his hands caressed her back and sides, ending up pressing on her hips and helping him drive his cock back into her. Simultaneously, I plunged my finger into her ass, the combination eliciting a murmur of joy. That was the last sound Helen made for a while, because her mouth was busy after that. The next time she moved forward, she leaned in my direction with her lips spread wide apart. I was holding my cock steady for her, and Helen took most of it inside her mouth and fondled it with her tongue before gliding back on top of Harry, leaving the head lightly held between her lips. My finger and her husband's cock drove deeply into her again, but Helen said nothing. On her next stroke forward, she took my cock deeply into her wet chamber of pleasure again, and her tongue caressed it the same way. I shifted my position slightly so she could more easily give me the deep throat that I know she loves to do. Every time she moved forward after that, Helen took my cock all the way into her mouth, right up until my pubic hair was tickling her lips and nose. She stayed there for a few seconds, with her tongue laving my shaft that was inside her mouth, before sliding back to have my finger and Harry's big cock plunged into her other two pleasure holes again. She was in charge of our fun and set the tempo, and it was a slow one. The leisurely movements were great for two reasons. Helen and I could truly revel in the way her lips and tongue and my cock were pleasuring each other, and she and her husband could take their time and make their fucking last as long as they wanted it. Helen and Jim Vol. 01 Helen Angel sat with her arm around her friend Helen consoling her as she sobbed quietly. "Helen honey, he was a jerk. Certainly not worth crying over! You should be glad you found out he was cheating before you moved in together. At least now all you have to do is change the locks on your doors and throw his tooth brush in the trash." "But I love him!" She sobbed "He made me happy when he was around me. And the sex was pretty good too!" "Yea, but you told me he couldn't handle all of you and he was still a jerk sometimes. I'm telling you, there is someone out there who is a much better match for you." "But I'm tired of this whole dating thing. I want a steady boyfriend that I can count on and if it could last awhile maybe even marry him." "Marry him? Are you crazy?! You're still young and beautiful, why in the world would you want to settle down now? You can pretty much have any man you want!" "Sure, as long as he doesn't mind me wanting to stick my cock in his ass all the time. Oh Angel, at least Willie was...well...willing!" They looked at each other for a second then commenced to snicker. The snickers morphed into chuckles and then the whole thing dissolved into laughter. They laughed, leaning against each other until tears were running down the cheeks of both women. Wiping their eyes with the heals of their hands they slowed back down to chuckles and Angel said, "Good ole willing Willie. That's how we'll remember him. He was willing, not much of a boyfriend in any other category, but at least he was willing to give up his man butt!" "Well most of the time anyway." "Oh shit Helen, you used to bitch about him not putting out enough for you and now you're defending him. I know it sucks to be dumped, at least that's what I've been told, because I've never actually experienced it myself, but you're just going to have to get over it." Angel said with haughty air, her chest puffed out in mock pride. Helen elbowed Angel in the ribs, deflating her and making them both chuckle some more. "All teasing aside, the best way that I know of to get over being dumped by some overrated ex-boyfriend is to go out and find some other willing guy and get laid. Nothing makes you forget about an old asshole as quickly as having a new one quivering excitedly around the base of your girl prick! What'd ya say hon, to the clubs?" Helen wiped her cheeks, sniffed and put on a brave smile. She thought for a second then nodded and said, "To the clubs." Angel gave her a blinding smile and huge hug. She stood up and said, "Woohoo! Look out boys, Helen's on the prowl and no behind is safe! I'm going to run home and slip into something a little more likely to give me the edge to slip into someone and I'll be back to pick you up in a couple of hours." She consulted her cell phone for the time and said, "Say around 9:30? That will put us in the clubs around 10 when things are really jumping!" "Sure Angel, I'll be ready at 9:30." Angel held her hands down like she was holding onto someone's imaginary waist and thrust her hips a couple of times as she said, "I can't wait to do some dancing tonight! We're gonna have a great time!" Angel leaned down and planted a quick kiss on Helen's forehead then spun on her flip-flop covered heal and sashayed out the door. Helen watched her go and couldn't help but to feel a little out classed. Angel was wearing snug ripped blue jeans and a white tee shirt speckled with pink paint, yet somehow still looked like a supermodel or more appropriately some golden goddess. Her long blonde curls bouncing on her shoulders, her smooth tanned legs enticing through the rips in her faded blue jeans and that was how she looked when she was dressed down! Helen knew that tonight when Angel picked her up she would look like she'd stepped out of a fashion magazine. Helen looked down at the old grey sweat pants that covered her legs and the baggy Megadeath tee that had been someother old boyfriend's from before Willie. At the thought of Willie tears began to gather in her eyes again so she pushed the thoughts of him away and got up off of the couch to shuffle into the bedroom, pulling the tee off in the hallway as she went. She threw it on the unmade bed, shucked the pants off and added them to the tee, then went into the bathroom to grab a shower before dressing. Helen stood before a full length mirror attached to the back of the bathroom door and appraised her body. She had a decent figure. Her breasts stood up nicely and having a pair of 36Ds meant there was plenty to play with. She had sultry brown eyes and a trim waist that capped off a pair of full hips. She was very curvaceous in all the right places so why the hell did Willie suddenly lose interest? Maybe it was because she was becoming so comfortable with him that she'd suggested they move in together. It wasn't her body he was running from, it was the commitment. She sighed and pouted out full lips beneath a petite nose as she pulled a lock of her dark hair back behind an ear. All this and a tick over 8 inches in her panties to give a guy a real thrill, it was Willie's loss. She knew Mr. Right was out there, she just needed to find him...or he needed to find her. Helen reached into the shower and turned on the hot water. She shucked her panties off and stood over the toilet to take a long needed piss into the bowl. It splashed a little, but she had put up the seat like a good girl so it didn't really matter. When the last few drops dribbled out of the end she shook it a couple of times, then opened the door to the shower and disappeared into the steam. Jim Jim was a nice guy and pretty good looking to boot. He had blue eyes, dark brown hair, and he had the smile of a cover model. He sported a nicely muscled frame and at a half inch over six feet tall could pull off that whole 'tall dark and handsome' thing pretty well. On top of being nice and good looking he was quite the handy man, adept at plumbing, carpentry, electrical, tile work or any of that construction type of stuff. Need your old car fixed? Jim could handle that as well. He could sew up a medieval costume for a Renaissance Fair or cook up a fine candle lit dinner for two or ten. Laundry? No problem. Hell he would even clean the entire house...including the windows! But he couldn't keep a girlfriend. Jim was about as close to Mr. Right as a woman could get, yet once she became intimate with him the deal fell through. He would romance the hell out of some woman and land her in bed only to have her bounce right back out the other side. With all that Jim had going for him he had one major drawback. No, he didn't fart excessively during sex or pick his nose, well...only if it really needed it. He just came up a bit...uh...short in the penis department. Ok, quite a bit short. If you really must know, he was somewhere around the length of the average man's pinkie finger. Yep, that short. If the little rascal had been the diameter of a tuna can things would have worked out fine, but that was not the case. Now Jim had enough good things going for him that if he looked long enough he surely would have found a woman willing to over look that one short coming, pun intended, for all of his other good traits, assuming he was willing to put his tongue to work in place of his penis. Which of course being Mr. Right and all he most certainly would have done. However, after a long string of comments such as, "Oh wow! That's really small!" and "My, what a cute itsy, bitsy penis!" among others, he had sworn off dating. He'd even had one girlfriend whose clit was bigger than his penis when she took a vacuum pump to it. They might have made a go of it, but she constantly teased him about it and at 22 you don't find much humor in the fact your girlfriend is hung better than you. He broke that one off himself. Time passed, as it has a way of doing without our notice and one day Jim woke up and realized that his thirtieth birthday was just a couple of weeks away. The big, Three-OH-shit-what-am-I-going-to-do-now, birthday. Jim sat on the edge of his bed, head in his hands as he contemplated his past and what the future could possibly hold. Maybe he should take another stab at the mating game. Maybe he should turn gay and find him a nice guy to settle down with, but there was one major problem with that, he wasn't attracted to guys in the least. Maybe he should just become a monk, but he'd heard some stories about those guys...so nope. Not that either. So now he was back to women. Maybe now that he was older and the women would be as well, they would be more understanding and caring. Well maybe, but maybe not. Brave was now another trait Jim could add to his long list of pros as he walked timidly into a noisy club called Toppers. On the sign over the doorway was a picture of a top hat, cane and white gloves, but to Jim's relief those symbols didn't really express the club's dress code. He had been expecting to see many of the patrons dressed formally, but they were all dressed as they would be for any dance club. He was also relieved to see that the crowd not only appeared to be at least around his age, but there were women everywhere. On the dance floor, on the stage, on the bar, hell it looked like the world's largest bachelorette party. Sure there were guys too, but the ratio was way in favor of the guys seeing as most of them were dancing with at least two women. If he'd been just a tick more observant he would have noticed that a few of those women, though very glamorous at a distance, had rather manly features up close. Jim worked his way to the bar and finding a seat on the end plopped into it and hailed the bartender. The guy had on all black with a matching bowtie and was obviously very fit. They couldn't really communicate over the throbbing techno music so the bartender had Jim point out his choice on the drinks list. Once Jim had his Dos Equis in hand he turned to watch the dance floor and sip on his liquid courage as he looked for a potential dance partner. The Girls Go Out Helen smoothed down the little black dress as she appraised herself in the mirror. The dress clung to her curves and made her look like a modern version of Bettie Page, the world's most prolific pin up model. Helen's dark hair even had a fifties flair to it that matched the old pin up styles with bangs along the front and a long cascade of dark curls down over her shoulders. She'd copied it out of a Hot Rod Deluxe magazine that had been a recent impulse buy at the grocery store. After all, she kind of liked the look of the fifties and she really dug all those old school street rods and even a few of the rat rods. She would love to go out cruising topless in one of those old cars. The car not her, but under the right circumstances, she could probably be talked out of her top as well. She flashed a mischievous grin at her reflection and it was returned with a sparkle in its eyes. She slipped into a pair of black thigh high stockings and attached them to the garter belt. Some black retro pumps with red soles that matched her lipstick and nails rounded out the look. With one last turn before the mirror she strode from the bedroom armored in confidence on the outside, but still a little shaky on the inside. Angel was right on time and sitting at the curb in front of Helen's house when she peeked out. Helen opened the door to waive to Angel before she gathered up her purse and keys to dash out to the bright red convertible M3. As she stepped up to the side of the car Angel asked, "Wanna drive?" Helen hesitated for a second and looked the red cabriolet up and down. It was a nice car but didn't really move her much. She liked the old stuff. Helen shook her head and hopped into the passenger seat. "Oh come on!" Angel said with exasperation. "This is a really nice car. When are you going to get over this old style kick you're on? You need to get with the modern times, and look at your hair! I swear it looks right out of a fifties magazine! Last chance, wanna drive?" "No." "Ok, your loss." With a quick look over her smooth tanned shoulder to check for traffic she revved the M and left the curb in a slight haze of white tire smoke, snatching gears as she followed her headlight beams into the darkness. Angel pulled up to the valet station at the club and one of guys stepped smartly around to the drivers door and opened it for her as he said, "Mistress Angel! It is always so nice to see you. Now I wish I was working inside tonight!" Angel slipped out of the driver's seat in a silver strapless dress that shimmered under the clubs lighted sign reflecting back all the many colors of the neon. The dress flowed into place like liquid metal with a hem that hung just shy of the middle of her silky thighs. Thighs that needed no hose or stockings Helen noticed with a sigh. Helen started to open her own door when a smiling young man said, "Let me help you with that." As he proceeded to hold open the door and take her hand to help her from the car he got a flash of her garters. "You look very beautiful tonight miss. You could have stepped out of one of my Kar Kulture magazines!" Helen looked at the young guy a bit closer and noticed that he was sporting some ink though it was mostly covered by his clothes. With his black rimed glasses and flat top hair cut it was easy to see that he was also into that whole retro scene. "Thank you! I'm glad you approve of my outfit." She shot a meaningful glance at Angel who had stopped talking with her valet to watch the interaction. Angel rolled her eyes as she returned her attention to her valet and said, "Tony you always say the nicest things to me. If you're still on duty when I leave maybe I'll give you a special, more personal, tip when I pick up the car. Would you like that?" "Oh yes Mistress Angel! That's more than I could've hoped for!" Angel rested her hand on his muscular chest for a moment as she gave him a peck on the cheek, then stepped around him and headed for the front door. Helen flashed a smile at the young man holding her door before she too stepped onto the sidewalk to follow Angel. When they reached the heavy brass door a muscular black bouncer pulled it open for them and said, "Good to have you with us again Mistress Angel." "Thank you Gerald. It's good to be back." As the two ladies moved into the atrium Helen asked, "What's up with the whole "Mistress" Angel thing?" "I swear, one very well made Halloween costume and too many shots of Jose' Cuervo can leave you branded for life!" Angel said with a dismissive waive of her hand. They went through the inner doors past two big burly men with long beards that could have passed for the Gibbons brothers from ZZ Top. They were wearing dark Ray Ban sunglasses, their barrel chests stretching the expensive suit material. They were as motionless as Buckingham Palace guards when the women passed. Angel walked by them without a glance; however Helen couldn't help but sneak a peek at the one on the right. She thought she saw the corners of his mouth twitch toward a smile, but twitch was all they did. Inside the joint was jumping. The throbbing techno beat pushed and bullied the dancers around the floor while lights pulsed and whorled in time to the music. Men and women were moving and rubbing against each other, swept up by the erotic music and well lubricated by liberal applications of alcohol. Hands groped, hips gyrated, crotches ground, breasts and partially bare chests trickled with sweat. It was truly a target rich environment. Out of the crowd materialized a muscular man in black slacks and a black wife beater undershirt with a bowtie around his neck, the standard uniform for the Topper's staff. He didn't attempt to talk over the music. Instead he reached for Angel's hand and bending at the waist pressed his full lips to the back of it in a genteel kiss. They were warm and so soft they caused Angel's panties to tighten as she thought of them sliding along her rigid womanhood. He stood and indicated with an exaggerated waive of his arm that they should follow him to their table. They worked their way through the crowd to a reserved booth in a darker corner of the club. The table was in an alcove with two heavy red velvet curtains that could be pulled together if the people in the booth desired a bit more privacy. Angel tossed her clutch on the padded table then turned to survey the room as she leaned against its edge. An Asian waiter glided up to the women just as the music stopped. "What can I get you ladies?" Angel changed her attention to the waiter and was pleased to see that he was built like Jett Lee. It was obvious that he worked out and his easy balance seemed to shout that he was far more dangerous than the two mountains of man flesh that were guarding the inner doors. "I'll take a glass of Chardonnay. Helen?" "Bottle of beer. Dos Equis amber with a lime." "Bring us a bottle of Champaign too. The Dom. We're celebrating Helen's escape from a boyfriend that didn't put out enough!" The waiter smirked and said, "Congratulations on your escape! I'll bring your order right out and I believe the Cheer Up Committee is already on the way over." Before the music started up again Helen just had time to ask, "Cheer Up Committee?" As the throbbing new song started Angel pointed back toward the bar at three men dressed in the house uniform who were working their way over to Helen and Angel. The all looked like they could have been on a Chippendale's calendar. When the lead guy arrived Angel pulled what appeared to be a credit card with the Topper's logo on it out of her purse and flashed it to him as she pointed to Helen. With a nod he turned and dropped to his knees in front of Helen. Before she could protest he'd lifted the hem of her dress and freed her flaccid penis from its confines. He took her in his mouth and began to roll her around with his tongue as he sucked on her. Helen stiffened. First her body in shock as she controlled an urge to push him away and then she began to stiffen in his mouth. It started slowly at first, but as she began to harden in earnest she quickly outgrew his mouth. He gagged and snorted as he tried to accommodate her, but the girth was just a bit more than he could handle. Helen couldn't help smiling as she watched him struggle with her. Rare indeed was the guy who could swallow her without a little practice, but this guy was gaining ground quickly enough. He took a deep breath through his nose and sliding his hands up along the back of her smooth thighs to grip her firm round ass, proceeded to tilt his head back and swallow the length of her. Helen's eyes closed and her knees went weak. Somewhere in the back of her mind she thought it was a good thing the other two guys were there to help hold her up. After all, deep throat isn't something a girl her size gets very often! Helen felt a hand searching for the zipper to her dress, then felt the squeeze of the fabric loosen when the hand found its mark. She didn't have names for these guys so she improvised by giving them month names since they looked like calendar models. Her engorged penis was still engulfed in Mr. December's throat and she couldn't help but wonder just how long he could hold his breath. Mr.'s June and July had the top of her dress down exposing the smooth black demi bra that cupped her voluptuous chest. That same searching hand, or perhaps a different one, found its way to her bra clasp and with a practiced ease freed her breasts. Somewhere far away she heard Angel say, "I think I should leave you and your new found 'Cheer' alone for a while!" Helen was lost in a world of calendar worthy body parts and could only manage a very short waive as Angel pulled the curtains closed. Swamped in unearthly male beauty Helen thrilled as mouths and hands found every erogenous zone. Her body was their playground and they romped and played as they explored her. Titillating her with their suckling mouths on her balls, toes, nipples, fingers, and any other body parts they could reach. They all worshiped her mighty womanhood and at one point in time they all three were licking along the sides of it. All of them were respectably hung, but only Mr. December came close to Helen's size. At some point the table had become a bed and Mr. December was straddling Helen's thighs holding both of their cocks together in his hands as he stroked them. She looked past June and July's heads where their busy mouths were working on her nipples and into December's eyes. His desire for her was written plainly on his face. His hands were longingly caressing her prick which was the same length as his, but thicker. Helen and Jim Vol. 01 Helen's hands slid under June and July's chests to grip December's thighs, her fingers slipping into the crack of his folded legs behind his knees to pull him forward. She wanted him to ride her cowboy style. He made a quick glance at the closed curtain which did a good job dulling the throbbing music, then turned back to Helen and said pleadingly, "I can't! I'm not allowed to have actual intercourse with the clientele." But the hand gripping her aching womanhood told a different story. She responded by pulling on his legs harder. June cooed, "Do it. I want her inside me too." July added, "Yes! Let her fill you and then us as well! She's too big to miss out on. I want her!" Helen pulled hard and with a final glance at the curtain, December rose up and slid forward over her aching prick. Reaching back around his hip he took her cock between his trembling thumb and fingers and guided her tip to his quivering sphincter. She watched his face intently and as he began to lower himself onto her he closed his eyes in rapture. His ass was no stranger to this kind of lust, yet he had to take her slowly to adjust to her generous girth before he finished impaling himself on her. Her swollen head filled him and the shaft followed. Her womanhood was extra thick in the middle then slimmed down as the shaft neared her body. This made it perform slightly like a butt plug and his gripping sphincter had a tendency to hold her inside him. Helen spread her legs wider allowing him to settle down fully upon her. Once in place he squeezed the base of her swollen prick with all his might and was rewarded with a moan from Helen, a moan that was echoed by June and July. At first he held still. Only working his muscles to milk her throbbing member, reveling in the feeling of fullness she created in him. A feeling he craved, but only occasionally had the pleasure of enjoying. He'd had some other big ones in him, but only one had been as thick as Helen. Mr. December leaned forward and placed a hand on the back of each of each of his cohorts heads pressing their eager mouths further into her breasts as they sucked and flicked her nipples with their tongues. Helen pulled her hands from December's legs and placed them behind her head as the men serviced her body. After several minutes December began to enthusiastically pump his hips up and down sliding his asshole along her raging member. Helen was just starting to get into the motion and move her own hips when he let out with a groan and sprayed cum all over the side of June and July's faces. Both guys moaned in unison and June popped up off her breast and said, "My turn!" December pulled off of Helen's still aching womanhood and pulled a groan from her as she raised her hips up off the bed to follow his magical gripping ass. June quickly straddled Helen in December's place and proceeded to swallow her girl cock in his hungry ass. He wasn't very tight and within a few seconds he was bouncing up and down on her with a will. It was quickly obvious to Helen he wasn't going to last long and she no sooner thought it and he was spraying his juices onto her stomach and in July's hair. As he came he ground his ass against her, loudly moaning and groaning. When the last spurt had landed he slowly slid off to one side of her still unsatisfied prick and fell into an almost catatonic state. July wasted no time rolling June out of the way and straddling Helen. Like the two before him, July grabbed Helen's now painfully erect girl cock and aimed it at his hole. He settled down on the tip and pushed against her. He sucked in a gasp of pain and caused Helen to grimace as well. He pushed again, this time a little more tentatively, but his sphincter was clamped shut. Helen slipped her hands down to his hips and gripping him tightly pushed up in an attempt to enter him. He barked out a quick 'ugh' of pain and tears began to stream from his eyes. A sudden realization hit Helen. "You're a virgin aren't you." She said it as a statement of fact and July miserably nodded his head yes. December looked up at him surprised, but June lay there with a euphoric grin on his dazed face. July stuttered out, "I...I...I want to really badly and...and I want you to be my first. You seem so sweet and after your break up and all I h-h-hoped to give my virginity to you!" July hung his head and Helen was torn. She wanted him alright; hell she wanted any ass at the moment because she was screaming horny, but she knew in her heart if she took this boy she would hurt him. His virginity was such a sweet and heartfelt gift, yet if she took him it would be bliss for her and misery for him. She couldn't do it. "Thank you for such a thoughtful gift, but I can't accept it tonight. You aren't properly prepared and I could do actual damage to your very cute, however too tight little butt. Find someone of a more compatible size to stretch you and then another time I will accept your gift." "But I won't be a virgin then!" He wailed. "Honey, when I push my way into for the first time, even after some other lucky person as taken your virginity, I promise it will still feel like the first time!" December said, "Amen to that!" Just then the curtain slid partially open and both Angel and the Asian waiter were standing there. The waiter took one look at the scene and looking directly at December said, "Jeffery, you better gather up these two and get your asses back over to the bar. Tyrone is looking for you and if he sees you've been giving this level of service you'll get fired!" "Oh shit! Come on Lou! We've got to get going!" "What about Neal? He's really out of it! How are we going to get him moving?" Angel purred, "Leave him here boys and make an excuse for him, Helen and I will take care of him and send him over later." Angel took the drinks from the waiter as Jeffery and Lou scrambled off of the table turned bed. Once they were gone she signed the tab sheet and stepped in with Helen, pulling the curtain closed behind her. "Now what have we here? Helen you still look pretty frustrated for a woman that has spent the last twenty minutes with three gorgeous willing men. How can that be?" Helen lay with her dress around her waist, her long stocking clad legs slightly spread and her still throbbing member pointing straight up at the ceiling. She heaved a heavy sigh that caused her uncovered breasts rise and fall then said, "Well everything was going great and the boys decided to go the extra mile for me, but evidentially I was too much for them because they came before I did and I couldn't even get inside that last one." "Oh really? Virgin?" Helen nodded. "What about this one?" Angel asked pointing to a still orgasm drunk Neal. "He must get a lot of action because he wasn't tight at all and on top of that he was so jacked up that he came in less than 30 seconds." Helen said with a little pout. "He wasn't tight on you?" Angel said in disbelief. Helen shrugged and nodded. "Hmmm...I have an idea on how to tighten him up a bit and it just might get us both off." "Angel, right now I'm so horny I'd be willing to try anything." "That's a good answer. Pull him over on top of you and put that hard girl dick back inside him. There's something I've wanted to try and he just volunteered." Helen giggled and said, "Angel you're not!" But she was already pulling Neal over on top of her. He was helping out a little, but not much as she pulled him into position and spread his legs. Reaching down below his butt cheek she nudged her swollen member back to his well stretched anus. While she didn't exactly fall in it certainly wasn't difficult to get inside him. He let out a distracted mmmm of satisfaction as she filled him for the second time that evening. Angel got on the bed between Helen's legs and nudged her to spread them a bit further. Helen obliged and pulled Neal's knees up along her sides. Angel moved closer, her own girl cock rock hard and lubricated for penetration. The delirious Neal was not paying attention as Angel got into position behind him. She placed a hand in the middle of his back and leaning up over him used the other one to guide her slippery prick head to his anus. The tip easily found the crack where Helen's womanhood disappeared into Neal and with a quick thrust the tip of Angel's turgid member joined the party. The sudden sharp pain brought Neal back to life, at least a little, and he tried to squirm away. But that wasn't going to happen since he was trapped between these two tall Amazon warrior women. Angel's cock was very slippery and it took very little effort to finish pushing herself the rest of the way into his wide open rectum. Neal was quivering as he lay between them, impaled on their eager eager girl pricks. Angel let out with a, "Woohoo! Damn that feels awesome! He's good-n-tight now!" "Oh my God! Angel, this is incredible! I'm not going to last too long because this feels really, really good!" "That's ok, I'm pretty horny myself! Let's fuck him like we stole him, and then we'll come together!" The women began to thrust and grind their swollen members in Neal's helpless ass, stirring his entrails at a double pace. Helen looked in his eyes and realized it wasn't good sex that had him loopy, he was on something. His eyes were glazed and she wasn't completely sure he'd even remember this little adventure in the morning. Which was too bad for him, because he was sandwiched between two beautiful women with their firm breasts rubbing all over his chest and back and their big throbbing cocks pumping his stretched out ass. The girls were seriously getting into the groove. They were rubbing and kissing Neal's hard young body and each others as well. Long smooth legs hooked and intertwined as they searched for a better purchase to support the increasing tempo of their thrusting hips. "Angel I feel like some kind of porn star! I never even dreamed of double penetrating a guy before, but this is incredible! I hope you're close cause I'm coming any second!" Helen grabbed Neal's hips and shoved as deep inside him as she could get. "OH...OH...Ugh, ugh, ugh......ugh! OH GOD! UGH, UGH, UGH!!" Angel could feel Helen's cock pumping spurt after spurt of her hot excitment into Neal's ass along the underside of her own prick. Being able to so clearly feel what was going on with Helen's prick sent Angel over the edge. She joined Helen by shoving her womanhood deeply into Neal and let out with a, "OH Hell...YEA! MMMM...MMMM...MMMM!!!" "I can feel you coming Angel! I feel you pulsing along the bottom of my dick! That's awesome!" Helen rubbed her hands along Angel's sides and squeezed her as they made Neal the cream filled center of their hot T-Girl sandwich. After Angel finished pumping her hot come into Neal where it was mixing with Helen's she said, "We've both pumped so much come in him I don't think there will be any way short of a DNA test to tell who the mother was when he turns up pregnant." Helen laughed and said, "If he turns up pregnant that will be the only way he'll know something happened! I don't think he'll remember this tomorrow. I don't know what he's on, but he's really out of it." "Too bad for him, but after having both our fat girl dicks in his man pussy he'll surely know that something happened!" They laughed and Angel pulled out of Neal and rolled off to the side. Helen rolled the still loopy Neal off of her to the other side. The two women relaxed for a few minutes and talked as they caught their breath. "Helen, I've always wanted to try that with a guy, but it just never seemed the right time, with the right people. I'm glad you were here, because there aren't too many of my friends I would have done that with." They were quite for a few seconds then Helen said, "Angel, you are my only friend I would have done that with and to be truthful, I don't think many other guys could have taken us both. Neal just happened to be the kind of guy that could accommodate two big girls like us." "Yea, your right. We would have torn some less prepared guy in two." They were quiet for a while and after a few minutes Angel pushed herself up off the table bed and began to get her dress back in order. Helen followed suit and once both women were presentable Angel looked at Helen and said, "You ready for some dancing?" "To quote my best friend Angel, 'Oh hell yea!'" They slipped out of the curtains and left a comatose Neal oozing come out of his butt as they headed for the dance floor. Jim Meets Helen Jim's liquid courage had worked wonders. By his sixth bottle of beer he was dancing up a storm and it seemed like every woman in the place wanted to dance with him. Tall ones, short ones, blonde ones, redheads and brunettes they were all more than willing to take a turn with him on the dance floor. Some would dance the normal couple of feet away from him, but several were rubbing up against him like a cat in heat. Breasts, butts, legs and several crotches were liberally applied to his alcohol dulled body and in his euphoric state he didn't even notice the hard bulges in some of those crotches. Jim was heading off the dance floor to the bar on a mission to get a round of drinks for the two ladies that were currently dancing with him and a beer for himself. After all it looked like he was either going home with them or he was taking a cab. He sure as hell wasn't going to attempt driving home in his condition! Just as he reached the edge of the dance floor a vision of beauty passed him. A tall blonde in a shimmering silver dress sporting a million dollar smile, she caught his eye as she passed and gave him a flirty wink that stopped him dead in his tracks. Then something really cool happened. Following along behind the incredible blonde was a stunning brunette that looked like she's stepped right out of the 1950's. The hair, the dress, the makeup, it was all there and Jim was blown away. Jim had always had a thing for Betty Paige, and here was a woman that could have passed for her sister! Sure the blonde was so hot she almost melted his face as she passed, but this cool brunette was stirring something in him that the blonde couldn't touch. Something deeper. The brunette also made eye contact and as she passed she smiled at him, then reached out and placing a soft hand beneath his chin gently closed his mouth as she went by. He hadn't even realized that his mouth was hanging open! Jim turned around to watch the two beautiful women catwalk their way out onto the crowded floor where they were swallowed up by the gyrating throng. Jim stood motionless, his errand obliterated from his mind. Finally his brain called out to his body for action, screaming for his muscles to pursue the vision that had just passed by. He plunged head long into the crowd in a desperate search for the woman of his dreams. It didn't take long to find them, because there was an open space around them as they danced. Jim hadn't noticed that the beat of the music had changed. Instead of throbbing and pulsing techno it was now slow and sultry. Jim squeezed and wriggled his way to the edge of the crowd where he could get an unhindered view of the women as they danced. That is if you could call what they were doing dancing. Looking like a living breathing rip in the space-time continuum the modern era blonde was all but making sweet lesbian love to the brunette from the fifties. Face to face, arms encircling each other while their hands explored the other's body, they gyrated. Breasts pressed together, hips grinding crotches against thighs, mouths sucking on necks as they drove the crowd wild in perfect time to the music. The brunette turned and the blonde spooned up behind her to grind her hips against her round butt. The blonde placed her hands on the brunette's thighs and slowly slid them up over her hips, across her ribs and cupped a breast in each hand. The brunette's eyes were closed as she appeared to relish in the touch of her lover who continued to explore and caress her body. The lids of her eyes slid partially open and she saw Jim standing before her, his face flush with excitement. Without a thought she held out her hand to him and as if in a dream he saw his hand reach for hers. She pulled him to her then deftly maneuvered him between her and the blonde. Jim was facing the brunette and the blonde was now spooned up behind him, grinding her hips against his ass. The brunette slipped one thigh, then the other between his legs and began to grind her crotch against Jim's as the blonde did the same to his rear. They ignored the cat calls and whistles from the crowd as the women made imaginary love to him on the dance floor. It was an experience so far beyond anything Jim had ever known he even thought he could feel bulges in the panties they were rubbing against him. The moment swept him away and Jim hooked a leg over the brunette's hip. The women easily supported him and ground their bodies against him all the more eagerly. Forgetting about the crowd Jim abandoned himself to the experience and with the help of all the liquid courage he'd consumed earlier he pushed back against the brunette, meeting her thrust for thrust. Whether it was a trick of the alcohol or his desperate mind it didn't matter, he felt her bulge pressing against his taint area while the blonde pressed against his asshole. Jim pushed back and forth against both women and as the song came to a climax so did he. Groaning loud enough to be heard over the music, he clung to the brunette and shuddered in ecstasy as he squirted his come into his boxer briefs. The crowd went wild! Thinking the whole thing was a big show put on by the club, they clapped and whistled, hooted and hollered as they collapsed on the trio and patted their backs in appreciation. Angel and Helen exchanged surprised looks over Jim's shoulder as they held him up while he caught his breath. Neither one had expected to have that kind of effect on him. After a few moments Jim caught his breath and sheepishly stood on his own two feet. Without missing a beat Angel nodded to Helen and they turned, clasped Jim's hands and took a deep bow. Jim was a little slow, but caught on and was ready for the second bow. Each woman presented him with a crooked arm so he hooked his arms in theirs as they led him from the dance floor. At the edge of the dance floor stood the two women with whom Jim had originally been dancing. They stood with their drinkless hands on their hips as they scowled at him. Both women had long red hair and matching emerald green outfits that made them appear to be twins at first glance. They had on skin tight dress slacks with low cut jackets that allowed easy viewing of the grand vista of their cleavage. "What do you two think you're doing with our guy?" They said in unison. Angel and Helen glanced at each other with a 'WTF?' look and then Angel said soothingly, "Oh, is he yours? We couldn't tell since he wasn't wearing a tag and was left unattended on the dance floor. We just assumed he wasn't with anyone. You can have him back if you want, but I think you should know that we've already popped him off. He won't be much good till you let him get in a power nap." One of them reached forward and roughly pulled Jim away from Angel and Helen. Helen didn't let go at first. There was something about him that pulled at her. Not just her crotch, though she had to admit that she found him very attractive, but closer to her heart. She didn't believe in love at first sight, so she didn't really know what was going on. The redhead pulled harder and Helen reluctantly released her grip. All the beer was catching up with Jim fast since he wasn't much of a drinker and he let the two women pull him away into the crowd. Helen and Jim Vol. 01 Angel shrugged her shoulders and turned to go to their booth as Helen watched him disappear toward the front door with the redheads. She realized that she was sad to see him go. There was something about him that made her want to get to know him better. Helen stood there as the seconds ticked by and the object of her desire was pulled farther and farther away. She couldn't see him anymore even though the place was thinning out. She decided not to pursue him because she was afraid the redheads would take it as a direct affront and cause a scene. Helen turned and began to make her way through the crowd as she followed Angel to their booth. She'd only gone a dozen steps or so when a hand gripped her shoulder and pulled her back around. There swayed Jim who was holding something out to her. For a split second her heart sped up then he stumbled and she deftly caught him before he could hit the floor. "You're increbidable and I think I'm in loving with you!" he slurred into her ear. She got him back on his feet just as the two redheads appeared to collect him again. They reached for him, but this time Helen didn't let him go. She stood her ground and said, "Look, if he wanted to be with you he wouldn't have come back to me. He's way too drunk to be any fun for you two so why don't you let me pour him in a cab and send him home while you girls go find another guy to have fun with tonight?" They looked at her and then at Jim. One leaned over and spoke in the ear of the other as she pointed off into the crowd. The second girl nodded and then they addressed Helen in unison. "Fine. You can have him tonight, but if we get him another night we won't be so accommodating." They spun on their heels and disappeared back into the crowd. Helen looked back at Jim and said, "I may have just saved your ass and you're welcome. It's not every day I get to save a man in distress." She chuckled at her own wit and slipped an arm around Jim to hold him up as she began to work her way over to the booth where Angel was gathering up their stuff. "I see you've found yourself a lost puppy to take home." Angel said after a quick glance up at the two of them. "I have no plan on taking him home with me tonight." Helen declared. "He wouldn't remember it anyway and besides there's something about him that feels different. I want to take my time with him and get to know him." "Helen you're a hopeless romantic. Fine, let's pour him in a cab and head home." The women gathered the rest of their things and they each took one of Jim's arms as they headed toward the door. On their way they saw the redheads pulling a handsome guy who was halfheartedly struggling to get away. "Oh no! Not again! Please Ginny, Emma, I haven't healed up from last week yet!" the guy whined. As they pulled the protesting man past Angel and Helen, Angel nudged Helen and nodded toward the redhead's crotches where they could easily see the outline of the redhead's growing lust in the front of their pants. They smiled and winked at Angel and Helen as they passed. Angel said, "Helen Honey, I think you have literally saved this guy's ass." Helen smiled. "Yep." Helen and Jim Vol. 02 The Next Morning Jim woke up with the sun lancing through his skull. The curtains on his window were open and the sun that normally shone across his feet was shining in his face. That was due to the fact that his feet were enjoying the comfort of his pillow at the moment. Craning his neck he looked at the bedside clock. 7:18 am. Jim let his head flop back onto the bed and the room swam. His stomach swirled in sympathy with his head and Jim assessed the chances of a successful dash to the commode. They weren't very good, so he lay still and in time things settled down. He pulled a corner of the bed cover over his eyes and with it enough darkness for him slip back to sleep. Hours passed. The sun no longer tormented Jim, but his bladder had decided to pick up where the sun had left off. Stretched to the bursting point it demanded that he drag his abused body to the bathroom for relief. With a Herculean effort Jim levered himself into a sitting position. He waited a moment for things to settle down after changing the direction of gravity on his aching brain. Things calmed more quickly than he had expected and with a small glimmer of hope he stood and made his way across the bedroom to the bathroom. He was intently focused on his goal and only peripherally realized that his clothes, except his under shorts, were folded neatly on a chair. Jim half collapsed onto the john and sweet relief washed over him as the pressure began to dissipate. The relief was so intense that tears came to his eyes. He put his elbows on his knees as he dropped his head in his hands and released a heavy sigh. He remained in that position for a few minutes until his stomach grumbled. Thankfully it was a grumble of hunger. Back in the bedroom he pulled on sweat pants and a tee shirt. As his head popped through the shirt he actually noticed that his clothes were folded neatly on the chair. Alarm bells began to go off because he knew damn good and well he couldn't have done that last night. He looked around and didn't see any other evidence that anyone had been in the room. He made his way out of the bedroom and across the living room into the kitchenette. There on his retro 50's diner booth table was a business card. One of his actually, and it was propped up against a Betty Boop pepper shaker. On the back, printed in small neat letters, was the following message: Helen and Jim Vol. 02 "Awww man you're killing me! You bring a beautiful chica like that to the cruse an don even introduce her to us? Jim, you're cold." Jim looked at Helen, who had played her part perfectly, and they both burst out laughing. Turning back to the group he started by intoducing the one who had spoken to him. "Helen, I would like you to meet Pedro. Pedro this is Helen" Helen extended her hand and said, "It's nice to meet you Pedro." "The pleasure is all mine. Jimmy here usually rides solo. It's nice of you to take pity on him and grace his car with such beauty. I hope he is paying you well, but if you ever want to ride in a real car, let me know." He said as he pointed over his shoulder to his car. Helen went over to his red '34 Chevy coupe and walked around the car evaluating it. She leaned in and looked at the interior, giving the guys a good long look at her nice round behind and long legs. Pedro nudged Jim with his elbow and said, "Damn, Jim. She's one hot chica." Jim could only nod in agreement. Helen paused at the engine compartment and again bent down for a good look. Her at the engine, and the guys at her, she was playing it to the max. A couple of the other guys behind Jim and Pedro groaned slightly at the sight. Finally she stood up and walked back over to Pedro. "So my pretty chica, you ready to go for a ride?" "No thanks. She's pretty and all, but with that small block 350 she'd be a tick too slow for me. I'll stick with the brute force of the Hemi in Jim's car. After all, there is no substitute for cubic inches." Pedro over dramatically clutched at his heart and said, "Small Block! Too slow! Aye yai yai! This girl's too much!" They all laughed as the rest of the guys cat called and ribbed Pedro about being slow. Helen stepped up close to Jim and said, "I'm I doing alright so far?" "You're doing great!" "Good. I'm going over to that Ice cream stand and get us some ice cream. What's your favorite flavor?" "I'll eat anything you bring me, but I thought I was supposed to be treating you tonight." "I'm a big girl. I think I can handle some ice cream. I'm also going to remember that you told me you'd eat anything I give you." With that she patted him on the ass and headed off toward the ice cream stand while the guys turned their cat calls and whistles on Jim. Jim watched her go and couldn't believe this was happening. She was the most incredible woman he'd ever met; tall and beautiful with an effortless grace. Not to mention the smoking hot figure and pinup girl looks. Pedro stepped up beside Jim and playfully elbowed him in the ribs. Jim turned his attention from Helen to his friend. "Man, I don't know where you found her, but she's da bomb. I can't ever remember a woman knowing what engine I had in my car. And look at how hot she is! Gringo she is completely outa your league." "I know." Jim looked back over to the ice cream stand where Helen was knelt down talking to a little girl in pink shorts and a white tee shirt. The little girl was crying because she'd just dumped her ice cream on the ground and Helen was trying to sooth her. Jim watched her interact with the little girl and it was easy for him to imagine her with her own daughter. Helen absentmindedly tucked her dark hair behind and ear as she talked with the girl. It was a move that Jim already adored. With her long legs folded up under her Helen and the girl looked like they were posing for a clothing catalogue picture. In a few moments they were both laughing and the little girl joined her in line. Helen bought the girl a new ice cream cone and when she gave it to her, the little girl gave her a big hug around her neck and a kiss on the cheek before she ran off to her parents. All of the guys busied themselves looking at each other's cars when Helen turned her attention to them and headed their way. Without saying a word Helen held the cone up to Jim who took a bite of the vanilla ice cream. She pulled the cone to her own mouth and took a long lick around it to gather up the ice cream that was melting down over the sides. Then Helen leaned in and kissed Jim with a big vanilla kiss, her tongue darting into his mouth, but not lingering. Only her lips lingered on his. To a man the guys all went crazy shouting things like, "Hey get a room!" "This is a family cruise in, there are kids around!" "How bout sharing some ice cream with me baby!" Helen simply waived them off as she took Jim's arm and they started down the line of cars. To himself Pedro said, "Jim, I think you've got more than you can handle mi amigo." He turned back to the rest of the guys and they all went back to bench racing. Jim loved cars and usually was all about checking out the new ones at the cruise-in. Tonight, he was rather distracted with his head spinning from Helen's kiss. Her lips had been so soft and full and sweet with the ice cream on them. Jim wanted to kiss her again. This tall cool brunette was something he'd never even had the guts to dream about. The way her arm was hooked so casually through his, belied how sensual it felt every time her hip or shoulder brushed against him. Helen seemed to radiate an easy sexuality they he'd never noticed in other women. So tonight, instead of the fine lines of lovingly restored cars, he admired Helen's luscious curves. She was actually paying more attention to the cars than he was. "Oh wow. A new Camero. Really? I wonder what those guys are thinking, bringing a new car to a cruise-in. Most of the rest of these guys have bled through the knuckles for their cars and all this guy did is start making payments!" "You really are into cars aren't you?" "Yea, but mostly I like the older stuff. Like your car. A real hot rod, not these modern muscle cars." "Do you like the old muscle cars?" "Yes and I'll always have a soft spot for old Mopars. My Dad had several of them as I was growing up and I used to go out to the garage and help him work on them when I was a kid. His pride and joy was a 1970 Hemi GTX. He wanted a Superbird so bad, but never had the cash for one." As Helen talked, Jim looked into her eyes and drowned in them. This was their first date and here he was smitten like some damn school boy! She'd probably dump him like the rest as soon as she found out about his short coming. That was a sobering idea, because he genuinely liked Helen and it wouldn't take much for it to be way more than like. Jim laughed and said, "Well that explains how you can spot Hemis!" They traded the ice cream cone back and forth until it was gone and looked at some more cars, but mostly they were getting to know one another. Talking about movies and music, favorite places to eat and hang out, books they'd read and pretty much anything else that came up. They didn't like the same music or read similar types of books, but they found out that there was still a lot of stuff they had in common. The sun was low and the shadows were getting long as they began to head back to Jim's roadster. Some of the guys had already pulled out and Pedro was packing up to go when they arrived. "Jim, I was going to ask you if you wanted to hang out over at Lenny's garage tonight with the rest of the guys, but it looks like you may be busy tonight." Jim and Helen looked at each other and Helen raised her eyebrows. "Uh, thanks Pedro, but Helen and I are going to hang out tonight. We're just starting to get to know each other you know and we want to keep it close for now." "Oh. Sure, I understand. If I was with a woman that looked like that tonight I sure as hell wouldn't ditch her to hang out with some dudes in a garage." Pedro fist bumped Jim, who turned toward his roadster. Then Pedro took Helen's hand and gently squeezed it as he said, "Be gentle with him my beautiful chica. He is a good guy with a big heart. Please don't break it." Helen gave a glance to Jim who was bent over checking the engine and just looking at his nice ass made her balls tingle. "I really like him Pedro and I don't want to break his heart. But what if he breaks mine?" "Then I'll kick him square in the ass!" They laughed and Pedro kissed the back of Helen's hand. When he let go Helen went to join Jim in the car. "What did Pedro say to you?" "He said if you break my heart he's going to kick you square in the ass." "He did, did he? Well tell him to pack a lunch. It may take him a while." The Hemi leapt to life at a touch of the key and they slowly began to thump their way out of the cruise-in parking area. Once they were safely away Jim couldn't help leaning on the big engine and making the pipes talk. The warm evening air darted around them, teaseling their hair and stealing their words. They had to talk pretty loudly in the open car. "You like pizza?" "Yea! Doesn't everyone?" "Oh, you'd be surprised." He got on the brakes and whipped the car into the parking lot of a carry out pizza stand. "Be back in a sec." Jim hopped out of the car and ducked his head to talk to the person at the window. Less than a minute later he was returning with a small plastic bag. He got back in the car and handed the bag to Helen. "Will you hold this please?" Helen took the bag and looked inside. It was a ball of dough. "Um, I hate to be picky, but you seem to have forgotten the rest of the pizza." Jim grinned at her and said, "The pizza here sucks. If it wasn't for their incredible crust this place would have closed up years ago. The nice thing for me is that they will sell me the dough so I can make my own pizza at home. " "Does that mean you're taking me to your place?" "Yep. Is that a problem?" "Well how do I know you're not some cute axe murder?" "I guess you don't. So, do you want to live on the edge and eat homemade pizza at my place or do you want to go home?" Helen sat and looked at Jim. He was cute. Damn cute and after last night she wanted to fuck him in the worst way. But she also really liked him and didn't want to scare him away too soon. She sighed and said, "You promised me dinner, if that's what I have to do to get it, then let's go to your place." A boyish grin spread across Jim's face. "I hoped you'd see it that way." They rode back to Jim's place without talking. Mostly, because it was just too loud in his car, but also because they were lost in thought about each other and the potential of where this was all going. The sexual attraction was there, but they each had a secret they weren't sure about sharing. Jim really liked Helen and since she wasn't like any other woman he'd ever dated he thought she might be able to over look his short coming. At least if he got a chance to go down on her and work some magic with his tongue before she saw his penis he might have a chance. Next to him Helen was thinking something very similar. She really liked Jim and if she could get a chance to give him some head to get him good and super horny maybe he would overlook the fact that she had a big cock in her panties. Yea, that's it! The more reasonable side of her had some doubts. At Jim's place they went up the outside stairs to his deck and picked some tomatoes and fresh basil for the pizza from his container garden. Once in the kitchen Jim sat Helen in the booth, opened a bottle of red table wine and poured her a glass. She sipped on it as she watched him working in his small kitchen. He sliced and diced the tomatoes, some onions and a bit of garlic. She loved to watch him move. His hands were delicate with the knife and his muscles bulged as he worked the dough. It didn't take long and the pizza was ready for the oven. Jim topped it off with chunks of fresh mozzarella and popped into the oven, then poured himself a glass of wine and joined Helen. "You seem very comfortable in the kitchen." "I am. I like to cook and I'm pretty good at it. At least I've never lost a girlfriend because of my cooking." He chuckled at the irony of that statement and braced himself for the obvious question that came next. "Oh? So why have you lost girlfriends in the past?" "Damn, I knew that question was coming next. I should have kept my mouth shut. So do you like to cook?" "No, and don't change the subject. Answer the question please." "Sorry, no-can-do. If you want to know, you'll have to find out what you don't like all on your own. Personally, I hope you don't find anything you don't like." Jim said the last part quietly into his wine glass. Helen could see a slight blush on his cheeks that could have been from the wine, but she didn't think so. On impulse she leaned over the table, took his head in her hands and gently kissed his lips. They were full and soft and she couldn't help but imagine them sliding along her body. Jim returned the kiss. Slowly at first and then with growing intensity as their tongues explored each other. The kiss continued to grow and they were breathing harder. Helen slipped a hand down over Jim's shoulder and along his bicep feeling his muscle through the shirt. Jim's hand stole across the table to find her side and followed it from her arm down to her hip. They were starting to lose control and Helen thought that the sudden shock of seeing what was in her panties would kill the mood completely, for the first time all evening she and Jim were thinking the same thing. Beep. Beep. Beep. The oven announced that the pizza was done. Jim and Helen separated, breathless and a little chagrined at how quickly they were spiraling out of control. As Jim retrieved the pizza from the oven Helen drained her wine glass and poured another. She topped off Jim's as well. The smell of hot fresh pizza filled the kitchen as Jim drizzled a little olive oil over it, sliced it into pieces and brought it over to the booth. "Wow! That smells great!" Helen reached for a slice, but Jim stayed her hand. "Give it a few minutes to cool off or you'll burn the crap out of your mouth. Have some more wine instead." She gave him a pouty face and took a sip of wine. They sat and looked at each other without talking for a few minutes. Helen could feel Jim drinking her in with his eyes and it was beginning to become uncomfortable. "You need to have some more wine and quit staring at me." "I've found something far more intoxicating than the wine." Jim said as Helen blushed. "Tell me how such a beautiful woman who knows so much about cars has come to spend the evening with a gearhead like me." "You invited me to dinner silly, after I brought your drunken ass home last night." Helen couldn't wait any longer and scooped up a piece of still molten pizza. Blowing on it briefly before she bit off the point. "MMMMM! Oh my God! This is great!" She mumbled around the pizza. The fresh basil and mild mozzarella cheese made a nice counter point to the acidic bite of the sauce and tomatoes. She chased the pizza with a sip of cool wine and the combination was delightful. Helen took another bite of pizza and couldn't help MMMMIng again. Jim sat and watched her eat as he sipped his wine. "You just going to sit and watch me eat?" "For the moment. I told you, I like to cook and the best payment a cook gets is watching the pleasure his food brings to the eater. Please, eat all you want." Jim watched her and thought how beautiful she was. For the first time he noticed that her hands were pretty big for a woman, but they didn't seem out of place. She ate with gusto and yet was dainty about it. He knew in his heart that he was smitten with Helen. He wanted her and he could tell she wanted him. But would she still want him after she found out about his little penis? Other women he'd fallen for in the past had started off saying that size didn't matter, yet in the end they had still left him. Though he had to admit, the connection was never like this with any of the others. It felt like he and Helen were meant to be together. There was only one way to find out if that was true, and that was to grab her hand and see where this ends up. He gave a heavy sigh and dug into the pizza with Helen. "Bout time." Helen grumbled. She was almost finished with her third piece of pizza when Jim joined in. Her glass was empty and Jim poured the last of the bottle into her glass. "Are you trying to get me drunk so you can get lucky?" "Judging from the kiss earlier I don't think I need to get you drunk." Helen blushed again and fanned her face as she said, "Whew, the wine is going straight to my cheeks!" Jim ate a couple of more pieces of pizza and now it was Helen's turn to watch. She really liked Jim. Sure he was built great and good looking, but it was more than that. He was nice, really nice, and just an all-round good guy. Helen had dated quite a few bad boys and they all broke her heart, maybe she was due for a good guy. One that would open doors for her, treat her well and cook incredible pizza for her! Jim obviously hadn't known what kind of bar he was in last night or she had a feeling that he would have never gone in, and yet it was a truly lucky blunder for her. What in the world would have happened if the twins had actually taken him home? "Do you want any more?" Helen shook her head as she sipped her wine. Jim cleaned up and put the rest of the pizza in a container for Helen to take home. He opened another bottle of wine, took her hand and led her to the living room where they sat on a big soft leather couch. He topped off his glass and took a sip. "Now, where were we before that darn kitchen timer went off?" "Right about here." Helen said softly as she moved in to find his lips with hers. His mouth opened and her tongue filled it. She explored his mouth, feeling his teeth and all around his tongue. After a few seconds he sucked on her tongue which had an immediate impact on her penis. It began to swell. Helen broke the kiss and took a big drink of wine. Jim tossed his back and set his glass on the end table. Helen hesitated a moment then followed suit. He took her glass and put it with his. Now their hands were free to roam and explore each other's body. As they kissed, Jim's hands slowly explored Helen's curves, tracing a line from her hip up along her side and then around onto her back. He reveled in the soft warmth of her skin and the subtle smell of lavender along her neck. Helen liked how solid he felt and running her hand over his leg she could feel his thigh muscle twitch. She wondered if she was going to get between those thighs tonight and just the thought made her cock grow more. She was probably bulging by now. Her hand found its way up under his shirt and the feel of his abs made her loose a little more control. Jim kissed her feverishly. Her mouth, her neck, her face, the tops of her shoulders, if he could reach it with his mouth he was kissing it. He worked the knot at the back of her neck and the halter slipped down revealing a perfect pair of breasts. After that both her hands slid up along his ribcage and pulled his tee shirt over his head. His tanned muscular torso was revealed for Helen's mouth. She pounced on him, her nipples hard as she sucked on his. Jim had never been with a woman this enthusiastic and he found it to be a huge turn on. His cock was at its full three inches and straining for more. Helen wondered at the lack of evidence of his excitement, but didn't slow down. Her hot mouth and tongue worked down his happy trail to his belly button. There they stopped to explore as her hands adeptly opened his pants. She grabbed them and tried to pull down, but he wouldn't raise his butt up off the couch. Helen looked up at his face and was befuddled by the fearful look she saw in his eyes. She pulled again, but he still didn't move. Her plan to suck him to the point where he is so horny that he'd agree to anything was starting to unravel. "Come on baby. Lift up your hips. I need to get these pants out of the way so we can get on to better things." Helen and Jim Vol. 02 "I want to really, but...it's...just that you might not like what you find...and...and I really like you..." Helen leaned down, kissed his belly and pulled on his pants as she said, "Lift." Reluctantly he did. His mind was swirling with the possibilities of what her reaction would be to his lack of manhood. As his pants left his hips he closed his eyes. He couldn't bear to see the disappointment on her face. Cool air washed over his three angry inches and he steeled himself for the laughter he knew was coming. Instead he was covered by the hot wetness of her mouth. Helen gave out a MMMM that matched the ones she'd given for the pizza and proceed to give him a scorching blowjob. She sucked on and licked him like she was going to die if she couldn't have him. Jim was amazed. This had never happened before. Helen appeared to be completely unfazed and it was almost as if she hadn't even noticed the size of his penis. Jim began to relax and enjoy the menstruations of Helen's mouth. She looked up into his eyes as she bobbed her head over his tiny cock and it was the sexiest thing Jim had ever seen. Helen was pulling out all of the hot sexy stops. Inside she was positively gleeful about the size of Jim's penis! Not because she was bigger than Jim, hell she was bigger than most of the men she hooked up with, but because his size might make him willing to be more understanding about her penis. If they could just get past that hurdle maybe they could make this more than an awkward one night stand. Helen was working Jim for all she was worth and paying close attention to his reactions. She wanted him close to an orgasm, but didn't want him to slip over the edge. Jim was getting close to coming and reflexively grabbed Helen's head, but before he could come she popped him out of her mouth and pinched the head of his dick to kill his orgasm. Jim let out a little yelp and a whimper as Helen said, "Not yet. We need to get you a little more wound up before you come." She went back to work on him, sucking on his balls as she rubbed his spit slick prick between her hand and his belly. Jim writhed beneath her skilled hands and each time he drew close to an orgasm she would pinch him off. "Please Helen! Let me come! I can't take anymore of this teetering on the edge! I'll do anything! Just please let me come!" "I want you to come Jim, but first I want you in the right frame of mind. I want you so desperate to come that you can barely contain yourself." "I'm there I tell you!" "Ok. I'm going to show you something and I want you to be open minded." Helen's heart was racing as she stood and unbuttoned her pants and then sexily wriggled them down over her hips. Jim watched her with eyes ablaze with lust. He followed her pants to the ground with his eyes then took the long leg express back up from the floor. When he got to her hips she could see the confusion in his eyes as his mind tried to reconcile her large penis with her curvy feminine body. "Helen. I think there's a problem. You've got this great womanly shape, but my eyes seem to be broken because I see a rather large penis where there shouldn't be one." Jim tore his gaze from her crotch and when he looked at her face he saw that she was blushing and biting her lower lip. God, was she sexy when she did that! "I'm sorry Jim, but your eyes aren't broken. This is how I'm made. It's been there all evening during the car show, the pizza and the blow job. It's part of me." Jim thought about how amazing she had looked all evening and how much he liked being around her. He didn't want to give that up, but he couldn't just ignore her large penis. He wasn't sure how he felt. Well maybe he was, horny, that was how he felt. "So how am I going to make love to you? Are you going to let me stick it in your butt?" This was a question she hadn't anticipated. Was she? If she really liked him shouldn't she let him? After all, she had every intention of sticking hers in his butt. She glanced down and he was still standing at attention. Fully erect and ready for action. That was a good sign. It meant that he was still interested in having sex. Helen made a snap decision to allow Jim to make love to her. Helen reached out and took Jim by the hand. Pulling him to his feet she led him into his bedroom. She stopped at the foot of the bed and turned to pull him into her arms. She kissed him and held his naked body against hers. Jim returned the kiss and wondered at how good it felt to hold her body against his. One arm was around her thin waist and the other around her back with his hand on her head, pulling her deeper into the kiss. He could feel her firm breasts pressing into his chest and they felt so good, yet the feeling of her large cock pressing into his hip was very disconcerting. He was wondering what the hell he was doing. A small part of him wanted to run screaming out the door, but other than the big dick she felt so much like a woman that he thought if he could focus on her breasts he could forget about the penis. Well almost, it was pretty damn big. Helen broke the kiss and sat on the bed. She leaned down and took his still hard penis into her mouth to give it one final spit lube before she took him in her. She sucked him for about thirty seconds, then scooted back on the bed and pulled her legs up. She spread them and Jim's head swam with lust. Helen's dark hair spread out in a fan around her head and he could see her smoldering bedroom eyes beckoning him to her. Her breasts were rising and falling with shuddering breaths. Helen watched as he drank in the view and wondered what could be going through his head. She was about to find out. Jim knelt on the foot of the bed and leaning down kissed her inner thigh. He kissed his way over toward her crotch and skipped over it to the other thigh. Helen slipped a hand down and pulled her balls up out of his way as he came back to her crotch. He kissed her taint area then slid down and found her tightly puckered sphincter. Even here she smelled of lavender. Tentatively he touched her with the tip of his tongue and ran it around the crinkled edges of her hole. He made several passes before testing the center. He could feel her quivering on the tip of his tongue. She tasted surprisingly good. He'd tasted a butt hole before, one of his girlfriends that didn't stick thought she could make do with rim jobs, but she never tasted this good. Jim wriggled his tongue deeper into Helen's ass as he ran his hands up her sides to cup a breast in each hand. His fingers found her nipples and pinched them gently, then rolled them between his fingers and thumbs. Helen loved how Jim's tongue felt as he flicked, worked and plunged it in and around her little dark rose bud. Her cock was so hard it was aching with each throb of her heart. She couldn't take it any longer and reached down to grip his head with her hands and pulled him up on top of her. Jim kissed her neck and face but avoided kissing her on the lips since he didn't know how she felt about having his mouth on hers after his tongue had been buried in her ass. Helen held his head steady and covered his mouth with hers. A second later her tongue filled his mouth and he knew exactly how she felt about him going from her butt to her mouth. As they kissed Jim poked and prodded around her butt until the tip of his penis found her hole. He pushed into her and Helen had to admit that it was rather uneventful. Certainly she could feel him inside of her, but it didn't hurt and if anything it felt kind of nice. What Jim did next stole Helen's heart. Jim made love to her. He didn't just fuck her like some guy getting a piece of ass. He caressed her, kissed her, looked deeply into her eyes and made love to her. It was the most intense love making she'd ever had. Their whole world shrank until it became just the two of them. Jim was pouring his soul out to her though his eyes, giving everything he had to her. Unfortunately, Jim had been too long without sex for the experience to last all night and Helen found that as he neared his orgasm she began to feel like she was too. This was a position that she'd only ever tired once before and that time had been such a total failure, she'd vowed to never do it again. But it was different with Jim. He made her feel like the woman she knew she was inside and that was flooding her with feelings that she had thought were gone forever. Finally the wave was built up too high and there was nothing left but for it to come crashing down over them. Jim arched up and began to come hard. Helen gripped his ass cheeks in both hands and pulling him tightly against her joined him by squirting ropy globs of her own come all over their stomachs and her breasts. They gasped and grunted, groaned and moaned until they were both spent. Jim looked at Helen's beautiful face and into her dark eyes. In unison they said, "That was incredible!" They burst out laughing and Jim rolled off Helen to lie beside her on the bed as he tried to catch his breath. They chucked for a bit longer then Helen rolled onto her side and asked, "You thought that was incredible?" "Well...yea. I've never had anal sex before so that was cool and it felt so good and it was just so...so...new I guess or maybe it was because you're so tight, or...or...hell, I don't know. But you thought it was incredible too?" "Yes, but for different reasons I think." She reached out and placed a hand on his chest where she could feel his heartbeat. It comforted her. Helen was thinking of where this was going next. She had enjoyed feeling like a woman and found it to be one hell of a turn on. So much so that now she wanted to fuck him more than ever. No, that wasn't exactly true. She wanted to make love to him like he had just done to her, she wanted more of that all consuming intensity that made his love making other worldly. Jim startled her with a question. "So...what do we do about that?" He asked as he pointed to her penis. "I won't lie, I'm a little uncomfortable about it. After spending time with you today I'm struggling with how to deal with the fact that you have a penis. You are a beautiful pinup girl. You walk like a girl, talk like a girl, smell like a girl and kiss like a girl. In my mind that makes you a girl, but girls don't have penises. At least none of the other girls I've known have had one." "Were any of them as much fun as me?" "No. Not even close. And I'm not even taking into account the incredible sex we just shared." "Do you think you could learn to over look my penis?" Jim considered her words for a few moments. Could he overlook it? Pretend it's not there? Not likely, and he was pretty sure she wouldn't want it overlooked. "Would you really want me to? Forgive me if I'm wrong Helen, but honey, you don't seem like the kind of girl who would want that big and important to be over looked. I think you would very much want to engage it. Am I wrong?" Helen let out a sigh. She knew she needed to be honest, but damn it, she really liked Jim and didn't want to lose him! In the end, honesty won out. "No. You're right." She moved her hand up his face and pulled his lips to hers. The kiss was hesitant. As if they were starting all over, and in a sense they were. Helen fell into her more natural role of taking charge of the situation. She kissed him gently, softly, sucking on his bottom lip and dipping her tongue into his mouth to tease his. She moved slow and steady, knowing that how she made love to him in the coming moments would have a direct impact on if they stayed together. She pulled him close and her hands explored his body, enjoying the feel of his muscles beneath his skin. Jim's free hand explored her and found its way to her nipple where it lingered to tease it erect. That wasn't the only thing on her body that was erect. Her cock was hard and throbbing, eager to have its way with Jim's virgin ass. Helen pulled his leg up onto her hip and slid her penis along his crotch. The tip brushed against Jim's sphincter as it went past and Jim tensed up, but as Helen continued kissing him he slowly relaxed again. Helen slipped an arm beneath Jim and cradled the back of his head in her hand. As she kissed him she let her free hand run along his hip and up onto his side, then down his back to the crack of his ass. Her fingers found his tight sphincter and she began to massage it. She worked it and rubbed it trying to make it relax. It was helping some, but she really needed some baby oil to slippery things up a bit. Jim was thinking the same thing since he had an idea where this was going. He figured that she didn't want to break the mood, but he knew that if this was even going to be attempted there was going to have to be something used to lube things up. He remembered the night before on the dance floor with too many beers in him to care what happened. Now that he knew about Helen's penis the floor scene was a little clearer. He had pretended to let her do him last night. Tonight she had let him make love to her and that had been incredible so he felt he at least owed it to her a try. At that moment Helen slipped a finger into him. "Whoa girl! I think I know where this is going. Are you planning on making love to me?" Helen pulled back so she could look at him. Her heavy lidded bedroom eyes spoke volumes and she was trembling with desire, her bottom lip was pushed out in a pout as she nodded then averted her eyes. Jim knew that his next decision was immensely important if they were going to stay together. He didn't know if he could handle any cock in his ass let alone one the size Helen was sporting. But Jim did know he liked Helen more than any other woman he'd ever been with and decided to do his best to please her. "Behind you in the night stand drawer is and old tube of KY. I think we're going to need it." Helen's face broke into a huge grin and she planted a kiss on his lips. Twisting at the waist she reached back with her free hand to fumble the drawer open. Jim watched her breast bounce and jiggle as she searched for the tube. It only took a few seconds to find it and she rolled back to him. She opened the tube and applied some to her fingers and then went back to massaging Jim's sphincter. The lube worked wonders and made it easier for him to relax. She went back to kissing him as she explored his ass with her finger tips. Finally, Helen slipped a finger into him and as it turned out it went in pretty easily. She rubbed it back and forth and the feeling of his rectum gripping her finger made her cock throb with readiness. Jim's face was buried in her neck as she decided to try another finger. This time she heard a quick intake of breath, but that was all. Things were going great so far. She'd been with any number of guys that had called it quits at two fingers and Jim had only gasped a bit. She pushed a third finger into him and he groaned into her neck. He was breathing harder and she could feel his anus squeezing and releasing her fingers. It was driving her crazy. Helen pulled her fingers out of the way and slipped them below the head of her penis and pushed the tip against Jim's asshole. Instinctively he clamped shut as Helen tried to push into him. "Relax. You're doing great." She whispered. She felt him relax a little and the tip began to penetrate him. The KY was making things very slippery, which was important if she was going to get inside him. Helen rolled her hips forward and pressed a couple of inches into Jim. Lying on their sides facing each other with his leg hooked over her hip she wasn't going to get very deep into him. That was probably for the best because she needed to go slowly, but she was so excited she didn't think she could. With a couple of inches in him she stopped and held still. Pulling his face from the crook of her neck she looked at him and asked, "Are you OK?" Jim nodded and Helen kissed him. She began to move her hips to pump the first few inches of her hungry cock in and out of his ass as she kissed him. She was breathing hard and the kisses were gaining in urgency with each passing moment. Jim couldn't believe what was happening. He'd never considered doing something like this in a million years and yet he didn't feel all that odd about it. He could tell by how she was kissing him that she was super turned on and that, in turn, had him excited. He was eagerly kissing her as she worked her cock back and forth in his rectum. It hurt a little, but not too much which was a good thing. He'd always thought that anal sex was supposed to be really painful. They stayed like that for several minutes. Letting the intensity build, they caressed and rubbed, kissed and licked each other until they were both panting with desire. Helen desperately wanted to roll over on top of Jim. She was getting as much as she could into him with each thrust, but it wasn't enough. Jim could feel her straining to get deeper into him and with her hand on his tail bone pulling his hips forward for a better angle he knew what he needed to do. Jim's leg was still hooked over her hip so with a shove and a little grunting he rolled over onto Helen. He had no more than got into position straddling her when her hands came to his waist and her hips thrust up burying a two thirds of her raging cock in him before he could pull up and stop the intrusion. "Ugh! Helen! Ugh! Hold on honey!" She got a grip on herself and stopped pushing, but only just barely. "Give me a few minutes. I need to adjust to you. Damn! You are one big girl!" Helen let her hips settle back down onto the bed. As she pulled out of Jim he closed his eyes and let out a big sigh. He took a couple of deep breaths. When he opened his eyes he looked into Helen's. Her eyes were heavy lidded with lust and her chest rose and fell in little hitches that showed just how excited she was. Jim leaned forward and placed a hand under each of her breasts so that they lay in the crooks of his thumbs and forefingers. Leaning down he took her right nipple in his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. Helen arched her back in pleasure and moaned. Jim pushed his hips down slowly swallowing her throbbing member in his ass while he worked her nipple. Jim got to a point where things were hurting so he stopped and switched his mouth to her other breast as he let his ass get accustom to her size. Helen was in a euphoric daze. She'd had guys straddle her before, but it was never their idea or on their first time. And then to have Jim working on her breasts was almost more than she could stand. Jim was wiggling his butt over her cock and finally he must have found a spot that worked for him because he slid down and engulfed the rest of her tormented prick. With one hand working on her breast rolling the nipple between his thumb and finger, her other breast in his mouth where he was sucking/biting/flicking her nipple and his other hand caressing up and down along her rib cage Helen knew she wasn't going to last long. No guy had ever made love to her like this. Not ever. The intensity he'd brought to love making earlier was nothing compared to this. Jim pushed his feet under her legs which she raised to allow him to hook his behind hers. He pulled with his legs and began to grind his ass around her straining cock. That was all she could stand. Helen gripped his hips and pulled him against her. With a huge groan she exploded deep in Jim's bowels. After the first shot Jim sucked her tongue into his mouth as far as it would go and started to fuck her tongue with his lips. This new sensation made Helen's next several shots even more intense. Jim was making some groaning noises of his own, but Helen barely noticed. When the final convulsion shuddered to a stop Jim broke the kiss and collapsed onto her chest. They couldn't do anything for a few moments but lie together and pant. Helen and Jim Vol. 03 Sunday Helen woke up to the muffled sound of clinking plates and the bustle of the kitchen. The smells of fresh brewed coffee and something tasty cooking were infiltrating under the closed door into the bedroom. It had been a long time since she had woken up to those sounds and smells and she found it welcome and comforting. The sunshine that had been so cruel to Jim yesterday morning was warm on her feet as she laid on crisp hotel style sheets. She rolled over and snuggled into her pillow as she pulled his over to cuddle it while muffled sounds and smells lulled her back to sleep. In the kitchen Jim was whipping up some breakfast burritos from scrambled eggs seasoned with chili powder, sautéed onions and green peppers, tomatoes, fresh cilantro from the container garden outside and other spices. Jim's hands were busy as his mind swirled with all of the events of the last 48 hours. Had he really made love to a beautiful woman with a penis last night? He knew he had, but it felt like it had happened to someone else. He lined up the filling in the wrap, added some salsa and sour cream, a sprinkle of cheese and rolled them up. Two for her and two for him. He put her plate on a tray along with a glass of orange juice and headed to the bedroom. The clicking latch woke Helen and she opened one sleepy eye to see Jim coming in with her breakfast on a tray. "Bout time you woke up! I was beginning to think you were going to sleep the whole day away! Here, I've got something for you." Jim lowered the tray so she could see what was on it. "You've brought me breakfast in bed? Seriously?" "Well if you don't want it..." "No no! I want it...it's just that no one has made me breakfast in bed since my mom. And she only did it when I was sick." She sat up in bed and eagerly took the tray from Jim. "It smells delicious! I love breakfast burritos! How did you know?" "You talk about food in your sleep." "What!?! I do?" Jim burst out laughing, "No. I made them because I like them and was hoping that you would too. Looks like I got lucky this time." Helen took a bite and the fresh flavors exploded in her mouth. "MMMM, do you cook like this all the time?" She asked around the bite. "I do if I have someone to cook for, but I don't usually go to this much trouble just for me." "Hope I'm worth the trouble." "I think you are. I'm going to get my food and join you." "Good idea. Can I have some of that great smelling coffee when you come back?" "Sure, how do you take it?" "Black is fine." "Coming right up." Jim left the bedroom and marveled at how comfortable he was around Helen. They seemed to click so well and yet he still wasn't sure about that extra part she had between her legs. He had expected to be walking a little funny this morning, but didn't seem to be having any problems. As he poured her coffee his mind drifted back to last night. Holy crap, if the boys in the car club knew about that he'd never live it down. But why should they ever know? Helen was driving them nuts at the cruise in last night looking every inch the pin up girl they all thought she was. Jim gathered up his plate and the two coffees and headed back toward the bedroom. As he crossed the living room his mind couldn't help but think, does that make her a pin up guy? Jim stopped so fast he almost spilled the coffee and shook his head to thrust the idea out. She was a girl, a woman actually and a very pretty one at that. Nothing about her was like a guy except her penis. Jim didn't want to think about her as a guy in any way, shape or form. With that settled in his head he resumed his journey back to the bedroom. When he got there she only had half a burrito left and was finishing her orange juice. "That was perfect timing." She said as she reached for a cup of coffee. "I like to come on time." "I bet you do." Helen smirked at him. "I didn't mean it like that." "I know. But I did." Jim shook his head and climbed in bed beside Helen where he tucked into his food. He was damn hungry this morning. Must be all the extra exercise he was getting lately. Helen sipped at her hot coffee as she watched Jim eat. He was in a snug fitting white tee and a pair of black and grey boxer briefs. Helen thought he was looking fine. In a word, yum. Helen nibbled at what was left of her burrito as she thought about Jim. He was so nice and they seemed to get along so well. What did this all mean? Was it only a couple of days ago she was crying over Willie? She took another bite of her delicious burrito and wondered why the heck she had ever been crying over Willie? The only food he'd ever made her was a frozen pizza and the sex? Compared to last night Willie was the equivalent of a blow up doll. A half inflated blow up doll at that. Jim had finished his breakfast and was sipping his coffee as he watched Helen come out of her reverie. She blushed and took a quick sip of her own. Jim cocked an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Helen sat her coffee on the night stand and slipped out from under the covers. She took Jim's coffee and sat it beside hers. Jim watched her curvaceous body move as she did this and when she came back she hopped up to straddle his hips. She leaned forward and placed the heels of her hands just above his hip bones and began to feel his abs. Working up his chest she massaged and caressed is muscles. Enjoying how hard he felt under her hands. He was so hot that simply touching him like this was turning her on. When she got up to his shoulders he reached up and pulled her mouth down to his. Kissing her lips and gently nibbling at them, he was going slowly, hidden in a cocoon made of her dark hair falling around their faces. His hands were on her thighs at first while the kisses were soft and teasing, but as the kisses began to gain intensity his hands found their way up to her waist and along her sides. They brushed the sides of her breasts as they passed by causing her to shiver with anticipation. Her nipples were hard and her penis was catching up fast. She could feel the pressure of Jim's prick pressing against her taint area and for a split second she wished she had what all the normal girls had, but the wish was gone as quick as it came. She knew that what was making them work was how they were now. She reached back and pulled him out of his shorts. Since he was so small she didn't have a lot to work with, but that didn't matter to her. She lined him up and slipped him into her butt. Once he was inside her she sat up straight and began to grind her ass against him. As she worked her hips she ran her hands through her dark hair, pushing it up on top of her head to let it cascade back down to her soft smooth shoulders. Her breasts were thrust forward and Jim reached out and began to play with the nipples. Pinching them and gently flicking them he caused waves of pleasure to course through her body. He continued to caress them and cup them as she rode him for the next few minutes. Jim was mesmerized by how sexy she was and for a few moments completely forgot about her penis which was kind of hard to do considering it was lying big and hard along his belly. Helen put her hands down on his chest and rubbed his lean hard body, feeling the ripples of his muscles beneath his skin. She curled down and took one of his nipples in her mouth. First she nipped at it with her teeth which made him jump, then she began flicking it with the tip of her tongue. Jim's hands were on her shoulders and as she worked him over he slipped them down to grip her arms. Helen could tell he was getting close to an orgasm by how he was breathing and while she wanted Jim to cum, she didn't want it just yet. Helen pulled up off of Jim and grabbed the lube from the night stand. She applied a liberal dollop to the tip of her penis and then worked her way between Jim's legs to sit on the bed. Jim knew what she wanted so he slid closer to her and put his legs up over hers on either side of her waist. He lay back on the bed as she grabbed his hips and pulled him partially onto her cock. Then she reached forward and pulled him onto her lap. His legs snaked around her thin waist as he settled fully down onto her throbbing penis. Their arms slid around each other and they embraced as their lips came together in a deep kiss. Tongues rubbing and wrestling in each other's mouth as their excitement steadily built. Their hips grinding and Helen fully engulfed by Jim's eager ass. He breaks the kiss to nibble his way along her neck and down to her breasts. They are full and round and heavy as he lifts them to his open mouth. Taking turns he sucks on one then the other, back and forth between them, working to bring this beautiful woman inside him to an orgasm. And how she responds! Guttural moans of ecstasy escape her as she thrusts as much as possible into him. She is gripping him, holding onto him as if he is the only anchor she has in a swirling maelstrom of delicious sex. Jim presses her further, harder, trying to build up her orgasmic pressure to the boiling point. As she ascends she carries him with her. The more excited she becomes the more it intoxicates Jim. This vicious cycle continues to repeat itself, Jim whipping her into a frenzy and then responding to her frenzy by becoming more enflamed himself. Finally Helen has had all that she can stand and grabbing Jim's ass pulls him tightly onto her and explodes into him. She holds him against her and kisses his neck and chest frantically as she grunts with each shot of cum squirted into Jim. As she's kissing him she is rewarded with the warm wet spray of Jim's orgasm on the underside of her breasts. Jim grunts and moans himself as he empties his balls between their bodies. They stay like that for a few moments then Jim pulls Helen's lips to his and kisses her long and soft. The lingering kiss is one not so much of passion as it is about deeper feelings. He feels so close to Helen and not just in the sexual sense of having her buried in his ass. That thought makes him give a little snort of laughter. "What?" She whispered "I was thinking about how close I feel to you and then realized that it's probably due to having your big penis in my butt." He snickered again. "You feel close to me?" The snickering stopped and Jim looked into Helen's eyes. "Well, yea. I've never clicked with a woman like this before. I mean, even if you take the amazing sex out of this I still really like being with you." Helen kissed him and gave him a squeeze. "I feel the same about you." She said softly as she looked at him through her long eyelashes. "I'm glad you do." Jim glanced over at the clock. "Oh shit, looks like I've got to get going."He pulled himself off of Helen's partially deflated cock to scramble off the bed and head for the bathroom. "What are you doing the rest of the morning? Want to go with me?" "Depends, where are you going?" "Chruch." Echoed out of the bathroom. "Riiiiiiight." He poked his head out the door and said, "I'm serious, I'm going to church. The service starts in about an hour and if you want go I'd love to take you. If you go I'll buy you lunch at this cool little diner over on Parkside." "Um...thanks in all, but I don't get along with church types very well." "You seem to get along with me just fine." "I think that's a bit different." "Is it? Why? Just because we're having sex? Is that the only reason you like me?" "No. You're a good cook and a nice guy too." Jim laughed. "At least it's nice to know you like my cooking and I'd like to think I'm a nice guy because I go to church. You could say it grounds me." "Not all church people are nice." "True. But I'm not going for the people. I'm going for me." Helen let out a heavy sigh that Jim thought did very nice things to her breasts. He sensed that he needed to back off. Church wasn't for everyone. For awhile it hadn't been for him either. He changed the subject. "You want a shower? If you wash my back I'll wash yours." She answered by getting up off of the bed and walking toward him. It was a sight Jim liked. A lot. Her body was so curvy and sexy, her legs long and lean and her breasts swayed with each step as did her limp penis. She was like nothing he'd ever known. When she got to him she kissed him on the cheek, nipped his ear lobe and said, "Get the hot water going." Jim turned to the shower and got it started. It was a stone tile shower in shades of grey that he'd built himself. It had multiple chrome shower heads with one really big one directly over head. There were two heavy glass sliding doors that were clear except for a frosted modesty band that ran across the middle. Four people could have easily showered in the thing. When he turned back she was sitting on the toilet, not the most flattering moment for most people and yet she seemed completely at home, as if they'd been sharing a bathroom for years. She glanced up and flashed him a crooked smile of bright white teeth. With her heavy lidded bedroom eyes and mussed up hair she was as beautiful a woman as Jim had ever had the good fortune to wake up to. She stood and headed for the steam filled shower. On the way by she took his hand and pulled him in with her. Jim only had the misting heads going and the droplets of water that found their bodies were small and fine, wetting them without soaking them. Jim took a bottle of body wash and put a liberal amount in the palm of his hand. He motioned for her to turn around and when she turned her back to him he began to lather her up. The body wash reacted to the water providing copious amounts of suds and slipperiness. Jim didn't just wash her back, he massaged it. The hot water and his fingers working out knots in her muscles that she didn't even know were there. He slowly and methodically worked his way down from her shoulders to the small of her back. White suds slid over her round butt to slowly caress their way down her legs to the dark floor where they pooled around her feet, reluctant to leave her body. Jim was so focused on touching her that he was lost in the moment. His hands explored her as he washed, enjoying all of the curves, bumps and valleys. Now he was working along her sides, slippery hands cupped her hip bones then moved down onto her thighs, his fingers working the muscles and melting the tension out of them. Jim was strong and his fingers were firm yet gentle. Helen had never been touched like this by anyone. He was so absorbed in her that he was oblivious to everything else. Soft mmmms of pleasure escaped her as his hands smoothed her out. Helen was floating in a steamy world of touch where Jim was the master. His hands were across her stomach now, holding her, washing her, caressing her. She put her arms on top of her head and his hands found her breasts. First cupping them and then slipping over the front to tease the nipples as he washed. Jim was closer behind her now and she could feel his erection pressing against her slippery butt crack. He pulled is hands back down to her hip bones and slid around and between her legs keeping his palms on her inner thighs. He could feel her partially erect penis bumping the backs of his hands. She almost held her breath waiting for him take hold of her growing excitement, but his hands traveled back up to her breasts. Jim played Helen like a stand up base as the moments slid by in soapy pleasure. Finally Helen could stand no more. "My turn." And when she did turn toward him Jim pulled her into his arms, his face close to hers, the soap making their bodies deliciously slippery. They rubbed against one another, relishing in the slick feeling of skin on skin as they kiss slow and sensual. Helen broke the kiss and turned Jim around. She filled her hand with body wash and began to work on his back. Jim crossed his arms in front of his head and leaned against the wall. Helen marveled at Jim's muscles. He was thick and hard under her hands and it felt good to touch him. She washed and massaged his back, trying to show him the same attention she'd just received. But her swollen cock kept bumping against him, distracting her. She watched the suds trickle down the crack of his butt cheeks and imagined how slippery it would be between them. Helen stepped up close behind Jim as she ran her hands over his rippled abs and chest. Her cock found its way between his legs and she pushed it through, bumping the head against his balls. Jim knew what was coming. He could feel Helen's hands trembling with lust as she ran them over his thighs. Her breasts were hot and slippery against his back. He knew it wouldn't be long. He squeezed his legs together holding her raging hard-on between them and she instinctively began to pump. One of her hands found Jim's penis and she stroked it. They went on like this for several moments with Helen half washing half groping Jim as she slid between his legs. Helen pulled back and ran the tip of her cock up between Jim's butt cheeks. They were slick, she was slick, and the waiting was over. When the tip lined up with his hole she eased into him in one long stroke and buried herself to the hilt. Jim felt her fill him and her arms slid around him to hold him to her. She began to hump his ass in short grinding motions. Helen rubbed her hands over his soapy body then snaked one hand down to his eager prick. Taking two fingers and a thumb she jacked his little prick as her large one sawed in and out of his willing ass. They were so hot that they could have been generating the steam in the shower from their bodies and all that rubbing had them so jacked up that within a few minutes of her entering him they were on the brink of an orgasm. Helen's chin was on his shoulder when Jim turned his head and pressed his lips to hers. As his tongue filled her mouth she couldn't hold out any longer. Her fingers dug into his hard body as she pressed her throbbing self fully into him and came. "MMM....MMM.....MMMMMMM, MMMM, MMMM" She moaned into his mouth. In answer to her body's call she felt Jim's penis spasm with his orgasm. As the euphoria of yet another orgasm washed over their bodies Helen said, "Jim there's something about you that really turns me on. I can't believe that we've already made love twice this morning! I'm going to have to go home just to rest up!" She pulled out of him and he turned back to her and took her in his arms. He kissed her softly on the lips then proceeded to kiss her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids and down onto her neck. She pulled him up to look at her. "Oh no you don't, we need to take a break. Besides I thought you had to get to church." He kissed her again and said, "I do, but it's not like they take attendance." He started around her face again with light kisses. "Well I never thought I'd say this, but I need a break. Can we just finish washing up?" "Sure." Kiss. "I don't mind." Kiss. "It's just that you are so darn kissable!" Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Helen busts out laughing and squirming as Jim showers her with kisses. "You do taste kind of soapy though." He makes a spitting sound. "Serves you right, I told you we needed to quit." With a pout, Jim finally releases Helen and turns to the shower controls. With the twist of a knob water pours from the rain shower head in the ceiling and rinses them in moments. Helen's long dark hair is slick and black against the white skin of her shoulders and as she pulls it back from her face with her hands Jim is once again struck by her beauty. He lets the water run and watches her as she finishes chasing the soap away from her curvaceous body to chase it down the drain. When she looks up she catches him watching her and can't help but smile. After all his body looks amazing with the water streaming down over his hard muscles, but she is smiling at the rapt look on his face. She reaches up with one hand and pulls his mouth to hers, kissing him as the water runs over their faces. Helen and Jim Vol. 03 "Turn the water off Jim." "Wha...oh...yea." With the water off he reaches out and pulls two big fluffy towels from a rack just outside the shower. When she presses her towel to her face she can feel that it is warm and soft. The rack must be a warmer as well. They towel off and get out of the shower. Jim goes out to the bedroom and puts on some nice clothes for church as Helen picks up her clothes from last night. "I don't have any panties for you, but if you want some clean underwear I can loan you a pair." "No thank you. I have no plans to ever wear boys' underwear." Helen turned her panties inside-out and proceeded to get dressed. She caught Jim's smirk and said, "Yea, yea, I know, turn them inside out and you can get a whole nother day out of them!" "I didn't say anything!" "No, but you were thinking it." "Well...." "See, I knew it!" "Ok! Ok! So I was thinking it. But who hasn't done it in a pinch?" He laughs and leads her to the kitchen where he stops by the frig and digs out her pizza leftovers from the night before. She takes them and says, "With all the sex I forgot about the pizza! Now I've got lunch!" Jim grins and ushers her out the door, through the container garden and down the steps to his old truck. He goes around to the passenger door and opens it for her. "My, aren't you the gentleman." "Well yes and no. I'm more than willing to open a door for you, but in truth this one sticks." "You're raining on my fantasy here. Can we stick with my version?" "Absolutely. You're chariot awaits my lady." With a flourish and a bow he takes her hand and helps her into the truck. "Thank you Jeeves." "It's Jim mum." She smirks. "Jim, Jeeves, whatever. Home my good man. And I do mean good man!" Helen pulls him into a quick kiss that lingers for a moment. "I like kissing you Helen." "I know you do. I think it's because I like kissing you too." "Yep, that must be it." Jim gets in the truck and hits the key. In moments they are cruising through the early morning sunshine toward Helen's house. On the way Jim is mostly paying attention to the road, but he can't help but sneak glances at Helen's long legs as she lazily watches the scenery go by in the early morning sunshine. Jim can't get over how pretty she is and how comfortable he is with her. Even though he knows what's between her legs he sees her as a beautiful woman and nothing more. As they ride back to her house Helen is looking out the window to hide her face from him because she's tearing up a little, not because she's sad but because after one night she doesn't want this to come to an end. She really likes being with him. Far too soon they're pulling up in front of her house. As soon as the truck comes to a stop she's pulling on the handle to get out of the truck. "Don't you want me to walk you to the door?" She comes around to his side of the truck, leans in and kisses him long and hard. When she breaks the kiss he can see she's crying. "What's wrong? What did I do?" "Everything right, that's what. I had a great time and well...." "Then why are you crying?" "Because I'm sad it's ending. Don't pay any attention to the tears, just read my lips."Helen kisses him again, soft and lingering. "Call me later." She turns and heads for the house. "When?" He calls after her. She doesn't turn around, but as she's walking away she says, "You'll know when." And then her beautiful body is swallowed up by her house. Jim sits there a moment longer, looking at the closed front door. He can't help noticing that his heart feels a little empty too. He slips the truck in gear and motors away toward church. Helen is standing inside watching as Jim pulls away. She wipes her tears and notices the message light is blinking on her phone. She presses the message button, follows the instructions and is rewarded with the chipper sound of Angel's voice. "Hey babes! How's the date with Mr. Right going? Must be going pretty well since it's ten o'clock in the morning and you're still not home!" Angel gives an evil little chuckle and continues, "Well when you get this give me a call. I'm just dying to hear all the details. See ya babes!" Helen can't help but smile at hearing Angel's voice so she sits down to call her friend. The phone rings so many times that Helen expects to get Angel's voice mail, but at the last second she picks up. "Helen honey, you're home! Great! Now tell me all about him! Is he tight? I bet he's very tight. And what about his muscles? He felt pretty good the other night so I'm thinking he's got some nice muscles. Is he tight? Helen? Why won't you tell me if he's tight?" Helen laughs and says, "I will if you hush up long enough for me to get a word in!" "Well, I can't help it! I'm dying to know how it went!" "It went wonderful. I had a great time and he's only been gone fifteen minutes and I already miss him." "Wow, you've really got it bad for this guy. How did that happen so quickly? Shouldn't you take your time with this? I mean, you and Willy just broke up. I know I wanted to get you out for a good time, but I wasn't trying to get you involved." "Angel I've never been with a guy like this one. He loves my pin-up look and I love his old car. We went to a cruise-in and all of his buddies were giving him a bunch of crap about me being too hot for him." "That's all well and good, but that's not a reason to fall so hard for him." "Oh Angel, it's not that. Not at all! He cooked for me. We had pizza and wine after the cruise-in..." "So he made a pizza. Big deal. You open the box and cook the pizza. Not that hard." "You don't understand, he made it from scratch from some recipe that he picked up in Italy and it was delicious! Then in the morning he made me breakfast and brought it to me in bed! These tasty breakfast burritos which you know I love!" "So he can cook. That's still not a reason to get all wrapped up in this guy." "It's still more than that." Helen said softly. "Well, what is it? What is it really?" "He made love to me." "Helen I know you've had enough sex not to be all moon eyed over..." "I've had plenty of sex Angel. Yes I know. But this was different, he treated me like a woman he was in love with. It was hot and romantic and passionate and, and, and everything I've ever dreamed it should be like! It was the most intense thing I've ever felt." "Did he top you? I thought you were never going to let anyone do that again?" There was a long silence on the phone. "Helen?" "I said that, I did, but something told me to do it again. That I wouldn't get him unless I did and up to that point we had grown so close so quickly that I didn't want to miss the chance for it to become something more." "So you lay there and let him have at you, but what about you?" "That's the best part. He gave me my turn and after what he'd just done to me I was out do the same to him. But he straddled me, took me inside him and proceeded to make love to me again in the exact opposite way. And to top it all off he'd never been with a girl like me before." "Ok, Ok, I guess he is something special after all, but is he tight?" Helen burst out laughing. "Angel I love you! Yes, yes, YES! He is deliciously tight! And the man is built! Muscles everywhere and not a drop of fat, it's like making love to a Greek god." In a surly voice Angel says, "Great. So he's the perfect man. If he's so damn perfect why hasn't some woman snagged him up already?" Helen hesitated. She wasn't sure she should tell Angel. Not because she didn't trust her, but because she wasn't sure how Jim would feel if he found out Angel knew about his short coming. But how would he ever know that Angel knew? Helen decided to tell Angel. With a big sigh in the phone she said, "Because he has a very small penis." "Really? Well that may be the case, but a woman would over look a five or six inch penis for a guy with the qualities you've described to me." "Yea, she probably would, but they evidently won't over look one that's only the size of a pinkie finger." "Wow, that's pretty small. No wonder you let him top you." "That might have helped me decide, but it wasn't the reason. I really wanted to keep things going, and besides I felt pretty sure if I didn't give a little I wasn't going to get any." "It's really the size of a pinkie finger..." Helen could imagine Angel holding up her hand to look at her own pinkie. "...the poor guy." "Yea well, I'm hoping that it turns out to be a good thing. I mean since we're together an all and I'm not small, maybe it will work out to be a good combination." Helen heaved a sigh and she heard Angel chuckle. "Helen my dear, you are a hopeless romantic." "I know. I think it's a curse sometimes, but not this time." "I'm happy for you, I really am. I hope this turns out to be that romantic love you've been dreaming about and if it's not, we'll go out clubbing to forget him too!" "Angel you truly are incorrigible." "Yes, I know. Gotta go babes. Talk to you later." "Bye Angel." Helen hung up the phone and sat for a bit pondering how she felt about Jim and also how she had moved on from Willie so easily. Willie hadn't been a very good boyfriend, that much was true, but they'd dated for almost six months. That should count for something. Right? Before Willie there had been Greg. Now he'd been nice and he worshiped her cock. Everything he did for her revolved around her penis. Actually Greg had been wonderful in the beginning but as time passed Helen had found herself wanting a guy that wasn't so focused on her cock and was more of a companion and less of a servant. Willie was the knee jerk reaction to Greg. He was the bad boy to the slave boy. Helen shook her head and as she considered the rest of her past boyfriends she came to the realization that they were all her boyfriends because of their interest in her girl cock. Jim liked her as a girl first and he was trying to come to grips with her penis. All the other guys were only in love with her cock. It was a true Ah-Ha moment. Helen busied herself around the house. She changed her clothes and did a little cleaning before she heated up the leftover pizza. Once it was hot she sat at the counter and proceeded to enjoy her lunch. As she was eating she looked around her kitchen with new eyes. Her friends had always told her that the beautiful kitchen was wasted on her because she didn't really cook. The only cooking to speak of had all been done by boyfriends or dates. She'd bought the house because she liked the big kitchen that allowed for nice parties, not because she wanted to cook in it. She wondered if Jim would like her kitchen and right on queue the phone rang. Helen snatched it out of the holder as soon as Jim's number popped up on the caller ID. In her most sultry voice she answered, "Hello." "Helen you've got to save me!" She immediately dropped the façade and asked, "What's wrong? Where are you? I'll be right there!" "I feel like I'm about to explode, my head is spinning and I'm all empty inside." "You should be calling 911 not me!" "No, No! I'm sure you're the only one who can save me!" About that time the front door bell rang. "Oh great. Someone's at the door! Let me get rid of them and I'll be right there. Okay?" "Yes. I'm waiting for you, but I'm fading fast!" Helen hustles to the front door and throws it open. As soon as she does Jim closes his phone takes her in his arms and kisses her. At first she struggles, but after a couple of seconds she melts into him and kisses him back. They stand in the door way and make out a few minutes. Finally Helen breaks the kiss. "You seem fine to me." "Well sure I am now! But it was really touch and go there for a minute." "Am I to assume that my kiss is what helped you turn the corner?" "I think it saved my life. You saved my life. How can I ever repay you?" Helen takes his hand and pulls him inside as she says, "I'm sure I can think of something." Once inside Helen pulls Jim to her kitchen where she puts the phone away and turns back into his arms, but now Jim is distracted. "Look at this kitchen! It's incredible! I've dreamed of cooking in a kitchen like this. Look at the stove! A six burner Wolf with double ovens! Built in refrigerator and freezer, a huge sink and oh hell, are you kidding me? A wine refrigerator too?" He goes over and opens the wine frig to find one lonely bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. "Wow what a waste of space. This thing should be full."Helen steps over and closes the wine frig door with an irritated snap. "I didn't bring you in here to ogle my kitchen, I brought you in here to ogle me!" Jim breaks into a boyish grin as he reaches for Helen. His hands find her waist and pull her close to him. He tries to kiss her, but she turns her head to avoid him. He chases her mouth until she starts laughing and gives in to him. They kiss and caress each other's bodies and even though they were just together this morning it doesn't take long before they are panting with excitement. Jim is kissing down her neck as he whispers, "My God, what is it about you that excites me so? What kind of magic spell are you weaving around me? I'm away from you for a couple of hours and you're all I can think about." "Me? You should talk, I think you put some kind of love potion in the wine last night." Jim, kissing along her cleavage smiles. "I did slip you a love potion. It was love potion number nine. Well, that and some very excellent pizza." Now Jim is kissing across her tee shirt covered stomach and when he gets to the top of her jeans he pushes up the shirt and dips his tongue into her navel. She twitches and pulls back, but only for a second. When she comes back he gives her belly button a French kiss as he rubs his hands along the outside of her legs. Jim does this for a short time before he runs a hand up the inside of her leg. When he gets to her crotch there is no denying her desire for him. Her penis is hot and throbbing with lust. Jim unbuttons her jeans and slowly slides the zipper down as he follows it with kisses. Her candy stripped cotton bikini panties are soft under his lips and they smell dryer fresh. Helen watches as he hooks the top of her jeans and begins to pull them down. She wriggles her hips to help them slide off and is rewarded with the feeling of Jim's hot breath over her cotton clad cock. She is mostly hard now, her nipples poking through her bra and tee shirt confirm her arousal. Jim toys with her covered penis. He licks the cloth that separates them and causes her to grow even harder, distorting her small panties. Helen whimpers from the restraint and Jim takes the hint and releases her from the confines of her underwear. She is leaning back against the counter and her smooth womanhood is at full attention, the tip already shiny with pre-cum. Jim has tortured her long enough. He opens his mouth and engulfs her turgid member, sliding as far down the shaft as his gag reflex will allow he almost gets his nose in her neatly trimmed soul patch. Helen moans her appreciation as Jim begins to work in earnest. Sliding back and forth along her throbbing cock he sucks and slurps at her, doing everything in his power to pleasure her. His hands find their way under her shirt and up along her ribcage to her breasts. They are full and heavy in the soft cotton bra and when his fingers find her nipples he's rewarded with even more moaning. Helen puts her hands on his head as he works on her and says, "Oh Jim. This feels so good. I want it to go on and on and on. I don't ever want it to stop." Her voice is dreamy and breathy. The thought flits through her head that she is amazed that he did this completely of his own accord and yet she's not, because Jim has proven that he is a very giving lover. Willingly doing things she used to have to coax out of past boyfriends or try to redirect the ones that were too focused on her cock. Jim just made it seem so...natural, so normal. As if every boyfriend would be on his knees sucking on his girlfriend's penis in her kitchen. She loved how he touched her, his hands on her breasts working her nipples as he swallowed her. Jim liked the feel of her body under his hands. So soft and smooth and yet some parts so very hard. As he bent his attention to her swollen member he had to admit that knowing it was him that was turning her on so much was having a similar effect in his own shorts. But he felt something else. He wanted to feel her inside him. And it was a feeling that was growing every second. He pulled off of her penis and kissed his way back up to her neck. "I want you inside me." Helen loved hearing those words come from his mouth. They meant so much to her and said so much about their relationship. In a husky voice she replied, "And I want to be inside you." Jim kissed along her jaw and whispered in her ear, "Undo my pants and push them down." Helen did. As soon as they hit the floor Jim pulled his feet from them and kicked them aside. Now Jim was naked from the waist down. He stepped back to lean against the counter and pulled her close to him as he hooked his leg over her hip. Reaching under his raised leg he gripped her penis and placed the tip against his hole. Helen didn't need an invitation. She aligned herself as best she could and pushed her way into him. They groaned in unison. Each one feeling the pleasure they'd missed all morning. Because of the odd angle she couldn't get all the way in, but she got most of it in and began to slowly move back and forth inside him. Jim clung to Helen, putty in her hands as her throbbing cock dove into him over and over. He kissed her neck, played with her nipples and caressed her sides as she made love to him. Helen had never made love in the kitchen before, but with Jim it just seemed right. She relished in the feel of his strong arms around her and his hard body pressed against her. Finally she couldn't take being unable to fill him any longer so she pulled his other leg up onto her hip. With his butt on the edge of the counter she rolled up on the balls of her feet and pushed every inch her cock into him. Jim's sudden intake of breath announced the arrival of her last three inches inside him and he squeezed her butt with his heals to hold her in place. In this position he could feel every inch of her inside him. When he relaxed his grip on her she pulled out and pushed home again. And he held her again. They did this several times and on each one she thrust into him a little harder. She could feel her balls swinging to bump into the cool marble counter top. The coolness made and intriguing counter point to Jim's hot ass. Helen was ready. She pulled his head back and covered his mouth with hers. Her tongue pushed into his mouth as far as it would go and she exploded into him. Jim held her against him with his heels on her butt as she ground her erupting cock against him to shoot spurt after spurt deep into him. Her calves were on fire when she dropped back onto her heels and yet the head and several inches of Helen's impressive penis remained inside him. Jim clinched and released his sphincter on her cock several times. Helen moaned and said, "I'll give you thirty minutes to cut that out." "Oh, you like that do you?" "Very much." He clamped down on her again and held it. "If you keep this up I'm not going to go limp. Instead I'm going to get harder and want to do it again." "I'm counting on it." "I'm amazed at how quickly you've taken to having me make love to you. I would never have guessed that you'd be willing, let alone this eager." Jim couldn't hold on any longer so he relaxed his grip on her. "Aww, don't stop!" Helen and Jim Vol. 03 "I can't help it. It's a lot harder to do than I would have thought." "But it feels so goooood!" Jim chuckled and said, "I'm sure it does. It feels good to do it to you." "See! There you go again!" Jim shrugged and clamped down on Helen again. "Mmmmmm." "I'm not sure what's going on with me. I never would have guessed that this is something that I'd have liked either and yet...I do. I think part of it might be that it's so exciting because it feels kind of dirty and taboo, but I've already got some serious feelings for you Helen." Helen ducked her head and couldn't look in Jim's eyes. "Feelings for me? What kind?" Jim put a hand under her chin and pulled her eyes back up to his. "You know what kind. The 'I don't want to be away from you' kind. The 'I'm not sure I can live without you anymore' kind." He smirked at her, "The 'I can't wait to get you inside me' kind." She grinned and said, "Ooooo, I really like that kind!" and slid deeper into him through his gripping sphincter. He relaxed his grip again. "Whew, that's going to take some practice!" "Oh, don't worry, I'll be glad to provide you with all the practice time you can handle. As a matter of fact, let's go to the bedroom where you can practice more comfortably." Helen pulled out of Jim and led him to her bedroom. There are a lot of worst ways to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon than making love. Helen and Jim weren't thinking of any of those. The reveled in each other's bodies, exploring them, tasting them and anything else that came to mind. The late afternoon sun was warm as it angled through the sliding door to cut across the bed. Helen was up under Jim's arm, her head on his chest. They'd both taken turns on top and now were dozing in a haze of thorough sexual satisfaction. "So how was church?" "It was good. I was a little distracted and kept losing my place while we were singing the hymns, but all in all very good." "Why were you distracted?" "Well there was this woman with a sexy dress who was sitting a couple of pews in front of...Owww!" Jim rubbed at the spot Helen had just pinched. "Damn it! I was only teasing!" "No teasing about other women. It's forbidden." She snuggled closer and sighed contentedly. Jim continued to rub as he said, "You know darn well why I was distracted. It was the beautiful woman I had just dropped off at her home." "That's more like it. Go on." Jim chuckled. "I'm afraid to now." "As long as you're telling me about church and not about some other woman you'll be safe." "I see. At least I think I see. Anyway, it was good. I particularly liked the sermon today." "Oh? Why?" "Because the preacher was talking about how God doesn't make junk and even if we're not perfect God still loves us." "God doesn't love me." "How can you say that?" "Because I lost my father when I was very young and my mother always blamed how I've turned out on my dad dying. So in my family I'm looked at as something broken and confused. How could God do that to a kid? Why couldn't they see me as I am and let me be happy?" "I don't have answers for that. Bad things happen to good people all the time without any rhyme or reason. But I know that God loves me and I hope you come to believe he loves you too, because just a couple of days before I met you I was praying to him to send me someone I could be happy with. Now here you are in my life and I've never felt this happy with anyone before." "And you think God did that? Brought us together?" "Well...yes. I do." "Can you prove it?" "No. Can you disprove it?" Helen hesitated then pulled away to lie so she could see Jim's face. "No." "It's not really about the proof. There have been plenty of things I've asked God for and not received. I deeply wanted the head cheerleader for the basketball team in high school to fall madly in love with me. I asked God for it every night for months. She talked with me. We dated and hung out. We were pretty good friends, but in the end she fell for this rich kid and got knocked up by him. Last time I was back home I heard they'd gotten divorced and she was tipping the scale at 295. Thank you God for unanswered prayers!" Helen chuckled and said, "I can't imagine you with some 300 pound chick." "I wouldn't have wound up with her anyway. Only my money would have got to stay with her! Though in her defense, she wasn't the same after the kid was born. I'm sure that impacted her dreams." "So you think God loves me?" "Yep." "And why would you think that?" Jim blushed a little then said softly, "Because, he sent me to you." Helen broke into a grin. "My, my, but aren't we a regular Mr. Modesty." Helen pulled Jim's mouth to hers and kissed him long and soft, then said, "I am pretty happy. Maybe God does love me after all." Helen & Keven: the Beginning It was my first year after graduating from college and I was working in an office and not having much fun. The best part of the job was a small group of co-workers who would go out after work and party the night away. There were five of us. We all were in different sections of the company but met up one night at an office party. We left the office party and went to a bar, getting as drunk as possible. It was a bonding experience and we began hanging out every week. The funniest person in the group by far was Helen. She had a sharp tongue and knew how to use it. She also had no trouble talking about her love life after a few drinks. We all heard about her long-time love from Paris and their on again-off again romance. In time we also knew about their sex life. They would spend weeks apart, and then meet up only to have rabbit sex for hours on end. In time, we even knew how thick Josan’s cock was and that is was uncircumcised. This was the type of woman Helen was. As the months passed, we all knew about each other’s sex lives but knew the most about Helen’s because she was so willing to tell story after story about her sexual experiences. Helen eventually left Josan and I left my girlfriend, and we were talking with each other near the end of a long night of barhopping. Helen was like me, we were serial monogamists. We just didn’t feel comfortable cheating on our partners or sharing them. Helen told me that she was almost 30 and frustrated because she promised herself that she would try all these different sexual experiences before she was 30 and wasn’t close to completing the list yet. I listened to her and expressed similar frustrations because I didn’t think that I would ever try some of the unusual sexual things that I was excited to try. After another round of drinks, we started to share our lists. They were very similar. Our faces lit up every time we had an item in common. We both agreed that it would be so difficult to try those things while in committed relationships, bitched a bit more, and then the evening ended. A week later, we found ourselves at the same bar. Helen rushed up to me and told me that we needed to talk. She had an idea. She asked how I felt about her. I told her how much I liked hanging out with her and that she was the funniest person I knew. She asked if I thought she was pretty. Helen was 29 and about 5’5” with long dark red hair. She wore slightly heavy eyeliner to accentuate her green eyes and had light skin and a devilish smile. I couldn’t tell exactly what her body looked like because she always wore fabric-friendly blouses or sweaters and knee-length skirts, but she had beautiful legs and a tight stomach with a gold belly ring. I told her the truth – she was hot. She lastly asked me if I was attracted to her and wanted to date her. I told her that she was very attractive, but didn’t really consider her a possible girlfriend up to that point. She smiled and basically told me that she thought the same things about me. So why was that making her so happy? Helen revealed that she was thinking about our previous conversation and wanted to do something about it. She wanted us to act or pose like a couple and have sex with other couples so that we could live out a few of our fantasies. By that point, I was smiling from ear to ear. During that long conversation, we worked out some of the details and ground rules of our enterprise. One rule was that we would never have sex together without another couple joining us. That would keep us from ever falling for each other. We were friends, that’s all. It’s just that not all friends have group sex with other couples. We met later that weekend at Helen’s house. We went online and chose two online dating/swinging sites that we both liked. After a very fun conversation, we composed our ads. The last thing to do was the photos. She had a digital camera, so we took one shot together with her on my lap smiling at the camera. We then decided to take one nude picture each. We flipped a coin, and I undressed first. Helen sat there at the computer watching me undress and loved every difficult moment. I couldn’t look her in the eye without laughing, so I looked at the wall behind her and stripped. She seemed to like my chest when I took off my shirt. Her smile got wider. I lost my shoes, sock and pants, and then turned away from her. I could feel her staring at my ass. Slowly I pulled down my boxers, and I heard Helen laughing and saying, “mmm…” I couldn’t take the discomfort any longer, so I turned around quickly. She looked at my face, then slowly gazed down my torso, until I saw her eyeing my flaccid cock. She became quiet. My cock is not enormous but is bigger and wider than most. She began acting self-conscious and making small talk but kept staring at my cock. I asked her if she liked what se saw. She replied that she was quite excited to have me as a partner. She brought the camera to her face, and then pulled it down. “I think you have to be er…erect for the photo,” she said. I asked what I should do. There was a long pause. Helen suggested that she strip. “It might help.” I sat at her seat, and she stood up. She stood facing away and took off her shirt. I saw quite a few little freckles on her shoulders with her black bra straps crossing her back. Helen kicked off her shoes and pulled down her jeans. Again I saw the cutest little freckles all over her perfectly round ass. She was wearing a black thong. I could barely wait for more. She decided to ease down her thong next. She took her time, and I enjoyed the view. Her hands then went behind her back to her bra strap. She unhooked it, pulled it over her shoulders, one at a time, and let it drop to the floor. I caught a brief glance at the side of her left breast and was surprised. It couldn’t be. Helen turned around, and it was true. She was top-heavy. Much more than I ever guessed. She must have worked so hard to cover her breasts up and draw attention away from them. She did a great job, because she had to have at least c-cups. Her lovely breasts resembled large teardrops and were so natural. They actually hung. Their weight was pulling them down her torso. They were full, elegantly rounded in light skin and the occasional freckle until you reached her nipples. They were pinkish red and wide, about the size of a half-dollar. They just sat there, relaxed, and I first thought that I had to see them erect. I realized that I was staring and looked up to her face. Her eyes rolled away as if she was embarrassed by her breasts. My eyes ran back to her breasts and then inched down her stomach. She had a neatly trimmed mound of auburn fur that led you to her vagina. Her legs were mostly together but I caught a glimpse of her red labia and very tip of her clit. She had to have a pretty large clit for me to see the tip of it. She asked me what I thought. I told her that I had never seen a more beautiful woman. She smiled and almost teared up, composed herself, and asked me to grab the camera. She posed with her hands on her hips and a wide smile on her face. The picture was perfect. She looked at my cock and saw that it was growing. She told me to touch it and pump it while she posed for me. She leaned forward to accentuate her breasts and then turned away opening her legs a bit and sticking her ass out. I was hard. She took the camera from me and told me to stretch out my legs, rest my head on my hand, and give that “fuck me” look. I did as I was told and she snapped away. The pictures were ready for posting. I asked if she was as frustrated as I was that we had all those ground rules. She was. Helen then said that we had no rules about having sex with ourselves just rules about sex with each other if no other couple was there. We finished off our computer work, and she led me to her bedroom. Helen lay on her bed and told me to sit on the chair across from her bed. We sat across from each other as naked as can be. She then ordered me to “jack off!” She said that she would do the same. I grabbed my cock with my right hand and began pumping away, making sure that she had a nice view and that I could stare at her. She parted her legs, so that I could see her face framed between her knees. She then used her left hand to rub her vagina and clit while she flicked her nipple with the other hand. Wow, her child is going to be very happy with her tits. Her large areola had eraser-head nipples sprouting from them. Her middle finger also loved her clit. She really was jacking off like I was. Who would come first? Helen asked me to walk over to her and stand next to the bed, and then ordered me to continue pumping my cock. She saw that my cockhead was becoming engorged. She then inched closer to me and told me to cum on her tits. When someone like Helen is naked next to you, masturbating, and ordering you to cum on her amazing tits, let’s just say that you do it and it takes no effort whatsoever. She could make a million dollars a year working at a sperm bank and convincing men to cum on command. I felt my cock get really warm in my fist and saw the head blow up like a balloon. Soon I was shooting my cum all over her breasts and moaning uncontrollably. Helen kept repeating “fuck yeah,” rubbed my cum into her breasts, and feverishly rubbed her clit until she came with a loud “ahhhh!” She took her wet fingers from her snatch and brought one up to my mouth. I stared at her and sucked it. Her eyes closed and body relaxed. When were we going to find the right couple to start our exploration? Helen & Me I really never dreamt when I met my wife to be at university that she would fulfill my dream of forcing me to become a wife-watching wimp. I have always been a natural submissive and spent most of my life engrossed in pornography. Even at university I very rarely socialised, spending my free time wanking off over 'female domination', 'big tit' and 'big ass' magazines. I'd always loved larger ladies ever since I saw my first porno mag. It was a standard sort of mag full of regularly sized women but I masturbated disproportionately over 3 fuzzy pictures in the readers' wives section. They were of a lady called Joan aged 41 with size 42"DD breasts and a wide ass to match. Excessive porn viewing soon exacerbated my fetishes. My ideal photo shoots would be of ladies with large breasts (D cup plus) with healthy sized bellies and big round asses. I liked them to wear headmistress or secretarial style clothing such as pencil skirts and starchy blouses before stripping down to sexy lingerie such as lacy bras, corsets, basques, thongs and stockings or tights. A typical day at uni would involve me going to my lectures in the morning before going to the local adult mag exchange and blowing my student grant on a couple of fem dom mags, a couple of big girl mags and some sexy stories. On returning to my student room I would strip off and kneel before my bed before leafing through my purchases. I would always kneel to show my respect for the ladies who had generously stripped for me in these hot publications. I would look at the flesh pics first then read the stories so that I could mentally retain the images of these breasty ladies as I wanked over the stories. I loved being a submissive and would often jerk off over these tales. However my very favourite adult stories would be those in the straight mags about wife watching husbands. The first time I read such a story I only had to touch my little cock a few times before spurting ecstatically over the side of my bed. It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. The marriage of male submissiveness and the raw sexuality of the situation was an incredible combination. I remembered a story I'd read years earlier, one about a group of dominant women who made their small cocked husbands watch a big cocked stripper in order to humiliate them and I realised then how much I wanted to have my prick compared to a real man's and to be mocked for it. I desperately wanted a cruel lover who wouldn't fuck me but who, instead, would fuck huge dicked studs in front of me. When uni finished I got a badly paid job and moved into a flat on my own where I bought a computer and spent all my free time masturbating over big dick porn videos, big titted girly mags and letters about submissive wife-watchers. About 3 months later I got an e-mail from one of the 2 people at college who had actually stayed in touch with me. Helen was a short, frumpy looking girl who sported large, wide rimmed spectacles and wore big cardigans to cover her large, wobbling breasts. We were geeky, 'no-mates' together but I'd always fancied her due to her proportions. She had got a tutoring job near where I lived and as she didn't know anyone in the area wondered if I fancied going for a drink with her and showing her around town. Her job was going well and we stayed in touch regularly over the coming weeks and eventually began to go out with each other. I cleared the porn from my flat and erased most of my hard drive in a bid to start a normal life. After 3 weeks of dating I finally went back to her apartment. We kissed and when it came to bedtime she led me into her room. We got in bed in the dark and kissed passionately. She was a lot more confident in bed than I imagined and was soon passing me a condom. I was so glad that the light was off as my face was crimson when I told her I didn't have an erection. "But you did, I felt something" she whispered "I did, but now the moment of truth has arrived I can't" I muttered back "Its okay darling, we'll try again another time." She seemed to laugh as she rolled over but I let it go and she went to sleep. I stayed awake thinking... ...Shit! I knew that was going to happen. My years of fantasising were catching up with me and the idea of having normal sex scared me witless. The usual worries passed through my mind. What if I was crap in bed? What if she realised I had a small cock? I was pretty sure she was a virgin but I knew she read women's magazines and that she'd have expectations. Over the next few days I tried to focus my thoughts on having loving sex with my new, beautiful girlfriend. Of course she was a virgin, I thought, I just had to remember that and stay confident. Mistakenly, however, I logged onto the internet to finally get to grips with the longstanding doubts I had over my cock size. My fears were based on my previous sightings of dicks. The most recent were in porn videos where they were often 2 to 3 times the size of mine. But they were porn stars and were the exceptions surely. I then remembered college and the size of other boys' cocks in the showers after football. They always seemed longer, heavier and thicker than mine and the others often teased me about it. I checked a number of non-pornographic, 'health' websites about what was considered the average penis size. I pulled a ruler from the desk tidy next to my PC and measured my erection, as instructed on one of the sites. I'd measured my cock about a year earlier and got a 5 and a quarter inches reading but now realised that I'd measured it wrong. I'd measured from my ball sack, which the site said would give a misreading. I also pushed the ruler down into my nut sack to gain a few millimetres that day. This time I had to be honest - I measured it correctly from base (at the stomach) to tip. It was precisely 4 and three quarter inches in length fully hard. Even the most leftfield, esteem-boosting website couldn't lie enough, claiming the average length was 6.4 inches. Some claimed even 7" was average! The worst thing though was that the average was misleading. It wasn't like they were millions of sub 5-inch wankers balancing out millions of 7 inch+ studs. I was off the scale, in the wrong direction. All the sites were fairly united on the average range. Most said things like "...although our survey found that the average penis is 6.81 inches in length and 5.78 inches in girth the averages need further examination. For men aged between 20 and 35 it should average over 7 inches in length and 6 inches in width. Also, we discovered that 98% of males in our survey had a cock measuring between 5.3 and 11.9 inches." I was way short of the range. And as for girth, I was too scared to measure mine. I could see it was way too slim. I gasped in shock and then moaned in pleasure. My cock hardened even more as my darkest sexual desires fomented in my mind for the first time in several weeks. The cold statistical reality of my cock size pierced my brain with evil pleasure. There is little more arousing than a fantasy edging its way into reality. But what about reality? What about Helen? I had to shake these feelings if I was to satisfy my lover. The following night she came to stay at mine and as usual we watched a video, drank some wine before going to bed around midnight. As usual I undressed in the dark and got in bed, but when Helen returned from the bathroom she switched the light back on. I had never seen her undress nor seen her even in her underwear. At night she changed into a nightshirt in the dark and in the morning she left for work after me and at weekends made me wait outside whilst she got dressed (a particularly bossy characteristic I enjoyed). With the light on she removed her skirt. For the first time I saw her pale, white thighs. She kicked off her shoes before placing one foot on the bed and brushing her inner thigh with her left hand. She was wearing high arched, tanga briefs and their hemmed sides revealed the tiniest sprouting of what looked like a very tidy, dark bush. She then pulled down the quilt to reveal my trembling body and erect dick. She smiled and told me to move my 'thing' until it was over the edge of the bed. I concurred with her demand. Once in position, with my legs dangling over the edge of the bed, she placed her right foot gently over my balls and the base of my cock. She began to gently oscillate her toes. I moaned in pleasure... "You like?" she purred "Oh God, yes" I replied "I always knew you were a little perv, right from day one in our first lecture. Don't think I didn't notice you staring at my jugs all the time!" "Oh God," I moaned again as her pinkies rolled around my slender base. She continued to roll her feet on my balls causing me the utmost pleasure. I would have cum immediately but she was expertly applying pressure on the base of my nodger, stopping it from allowing sperm to be released and me the pleasure of orgasm. Little did I know then it was the only contact she was really ever to give to my cock. It was then she started telling me the most shocking revelations I was ever to hear "You've always fancied me, that I know. Principally it's because I'm your type. Dark haired, curvaceous with a 48"EE bust. The kind of big tits you love, floppy yet full at the same time. Ones that can't quite fight gravity yet remain very rounded. A healthy 38" waist and voluptuous 51" hips. A lovely, bulbous, round ass. Trim, neat bush and curvy, fat thighs. Is that right boy?" I agreed. "Call me Ma'am," she snapped "Yes Ma'am" I replied. "You see, during uni I saw you. I know where Travis' Book Exchange is and saw you come out of there on a couple of occasions, brown bag in hand, you little wanker. On the second occasion I went in protesting that I was your wife and demanded to know what you had been buying. For a quiet life the shop owner agreed and told me you were a regular who bought a lot of BBW and Fem Dom mags, as well as books and videos on wife watching! I feigned distress before leaving. I almost wet myself with laughter when I got outside. What a sad twat I thought! It wasn't until I saw your miserable little cock the other week that I understood why you could get off on stuff like that." "You also want me because you think I'm a virgin and that you can pass your sexual inadequacy off on me as normal, that I won't know any better. Huh? Conversely your real fantasies are to be married to a slut who will fuck real men with proper cocks in front of you, yeah?" I was intoxicated by everything. What she was telling me, how she was saying it, the filthy language she was using. "Yes M-Ma'am" I stuttered "But you think that's not a reality, that your only hope is to trap a mousy type, preferably with big tits, and learn how to start a normal sex life somehow?" "Yes, Ma'am" "Well you're not doing a particularly good job are you?" "No, Ma'am" "Listen worm boy, I am not a virgin and am definitely not a mouse. Don't be fooled by appearances! The reason I appeared to have a quiet social life at uni was because I was fucking two of the lecturers. I spent most of my free time sucking, fucking or getting bummed." I gasped in shock. Oh god, she'd seen and felt other cocks. I burnt up in shame but my cock remained rigid in pleasure. "They kept me...god you know, I've just noticed you're hard. Its hard to tell in this dim light with such a small feature!" she laughed. "You're pathetic, you can't get hard to fuck a woman properly but you get aroused by being humiliated and laughed at. Oh dear. Now, where was I, oh yes. First off I started fucking Harry Redpath, you know the anthropology lecturer..." Mr Redpath was in his early 30s and quite good looking. He was often quite flirty with the female students and had helped Helen with her dissertation. "You know those tutoring sessions used to be great fun. His cock was average which was a bit of a shame, about 7 inches but he had a dirty mouth and loved calling me his bitch whilst I gobbled his tool. He fucked me from behind regularly and always gave me a couple of orgasms to go with my top grades." She paused for a moment. "Second was Trevor Long, long by name, long by nature. That lasted for over a year, mainly because I couldn't give him up!" Trevor Long. Jesus! He was nearly 50! Balding with a paunch. But this type of man would become a trademark fuck for Helen. Looks unimportant, cock size everything. "Trevor was 11 inches long" she told me with glee. I groaned in pleasure knowing my shame was complete. Helen had taken an 11" tool that I couldn't compete with and her she was telling me all about it! "Good stamina too. He'd usually fuck me in the evening when we both had all night to kill. He'd fuck me for 2, 3 sometimes 4 or 5 hours. I lost count the amount of orgasms he gave me. He'd usually come 3 times. Not bad for a man of 48. Usually in my cunt, then in my ass and finally on my face. Any cum I spilt on the floor he made me clean up! He made me wear really hot lingerie, like basques and stockings and he'd fuck me cheaply, like a slut outdoors or in lecture halls bent over chairs. He filmed me and lent the tape to his mates! The thing I liked about him most though was that I didn't fancy him. He was overweight, old and bald. But he had a massive cock and that's what gets a girls pussy juices flowing, little cock boy! And once you're flowing you'll do anything for a man." This had got too much for me. I was visualising Trevor pounding Helen from behind whilst she uncomfortably hung over a chair moaning in pleasure, her stockings and basque torn...My cock spasmed, once then again. MY watery cum was squirting upwards onto the sheets! My knees buckled in pleasure as Helen shrieked with laughter. "My god! You're cumming, you pathetic slut!" I was ordered to lick my jism off the bedspread before Helen told me to put my neck on the back of the chair next to the bed. She queened me there and then – an experience that I'll never forget. She told me more about her and Trevor's exploits as her beautiful big arse crushed my face on the chair and my tongue flicked at her cunt. She eventually came as so did I, this time without contact. I was then ordered to sleep on the couch. THREE WEEKS LATER Within a month, Helen had moved into my flat and quit her job. I was ordered to take another part-time job to increase my income and after all bills were paid, Helen was given the rest of my wages. The only time I went out, bar work, was to go shopping where I had a budget of £6 for my weekly groceries and Helen had £120. My groceries were not allowed to fill more than one bag. I lived off tuna, bread and oats. Helen off wine, foie gras and so on. She enslaved me completely and I did not object. I was forced to sell all my prized things for her to have the money. I was told to rebuy the porn I sold featuring men with big cocks so she could watch them whilst sitting on my face. Naturally, I did all the housework but also became her toilet and panty scrubber. I was forced to stop drinking and smoking whilst she drank champagne and flicked ash into my mouth. Life was hard work but fantastic. Every ten-hour shift was worth it for the occasional flash of thigh, dirty story or pussy licking I was permitted. Soon we were married in order to legally formalise everything in our relationship and more importantly so that Helen could start fucking. She had decided that before she started fucking men again she wanted me to become her husband to complete my shame. 2 weeks before the wedding though I had been commanded to find her a fuck. "Now, maggotdick. As you know, our wedding night will be the first night of the rest of our lives," she said before flicking a little ash into my open mouth. I knelt naked before her. "Tomorrow you will buy a contact mag and find me a fuck. You will select a man with at least 9 inches of horse cock between his legs. I don't give a fuck about what he looks like. You will write politely, explaining your tragic situation, but you must make sure he can come here on our wedding night!" I obeyed and sent off a letter to 4 gentlemen who featured in a contact mag. 2 replied in time and I arranged with one to meet us on our wedding day! His name was Colin and lived locally. He was in his late 30s and described himself as 5'11" with a 10 and a half inch erect cock. There was no picture but I hoped he was no oil painting to please Helen. We arranged to meet in a local pub near the registry office at 5pm on our wedding day. I told him I would be suitably dressed in a suit with carnation and that my wife would also be dressed up in a white suit with black blouse. I didn't need to tell him much more than that she had a 48inch bust for him to be well up for it and more than capable of recognising us. One year later It is now my wedding anniversary and I am spending it kneeling, naked, bar a pair of stockings and suspenders, in the corner of the back room in mine and Helen's house which I was ordered to save up for and buy since getting married. I am watching Colin fucking my wife yet again, tonight in honour of their anniversary. Colin has come twice and my wife countless times. They rested for a while and I brought them drinks before my wife dropped to her knees to start sucking and licking Colin's big tool again. After 2 orgasms I knew Colin's final fuck of the night would last for more than an hour giving me time to reflect on my marriage to Helen a year ago. The wedding ceremony was short and sweet. Helen persuaded two work colleagues to witness the 'wedding', two girls who giggled throughout. I think Helen had explained our living arrangement to them beforehand. At 4.20pm it was all over and after saying goodbye to Trish and Clare, our witnesses, we strolled over to the pub. "Looking forward to meeting Colin, little hubby?" Helen mocked "Yes, Ma'am" I replied "Not as much as me though" she laughed as she pulled me into an alley. Pulling the white skirt she wore up over her ample hips, I knew what I was to do. Helen's scanty panties were wet with her desire for a big cock as I dropped to my knees. She flipped a leg over my shoulder and closed her thighs around my neck as I furiously tongued her clit and hole thru the material. She likes to be licked this way – through the cotton. I positioned my nose so one nostril pointed slightly upwards at her pubis, allowing the tiniest of gaps for me to breath. My priority was to make her cum though and she cared little for my lungs as she pushed my head deep onto her belly and cunt. I flicked and licked like crazy, polishing her flooded peanut until she moaned in pleasure. Her fanny gushed juices and I slacked my jaw further so I could swallow her euphoric effluent. She straightened her dress and brushed down her suit. I stood up and brushed myself down. My trouser knees were stained with street dirt and gravel as I followed her beautiful, wiggling ass into the pub. The Olde Cock (appropriately enough!) was busy and full of men. We waited in the snug. Helen drank a celebratory champagne whilst I drank tap water. We both watched the door as we waited for Helen's nuptial fuck to arrive. A few likely candidates arrived but none came over. At 5.15 Helen became concerned. "If you've fucked this up needle dick I warn you that you won't be allowed to wank for a year!" As I started to reply a thickset man, in his late 30s to early 40s, interrupted us. He had a mop of curly black hair and had a day or so's growth on his chin. He matched Colin's height and description but he didn't confirm this verbally as one might have expected. He simply sat next to Helen, placed his hand on her thigh and told me to get him a whisky and a drink for the lady. I ordered and returned by which time they were kissing and exchanging dirty talk. Colin stopped briefly to inform me that this was to be the night of my life as well as Helen's. I thanked him and urged them to leave and go back to our flat. Helen & Me Ch. 02 Helen & Me 2: Both Sides So now you know exactly what kind of situation me and Helen live in. Now to prove what my wife does and how she treats me, she wants to tell her side of the story alongside mine. I’ll start. Me Its time to tell you what has happened over the last year as a wife watching wimp. As I said we gave up using contact mags after a while, because it became my role to go out drinking with her in local pubs and find well hung studs for her to fuck. About a week after our last contact mag liaison with a guy from Bedfordshire called Alex with a 10 inch prick, Helen had complained that he was a bit too good looking, although perfectly endowed. The local pub had its fair share of working class mingers with hopefully very large tools. So that Thursday night I ventured into the Olde Cocke again and I was sent into the toilets to find a suitable suitor for my wife. Most guys I saw, naturally had bigger pricks than my modest fellow (4.75” erect if you remember), but it was Graham that caught my eye. His thick hose gushed piss into the toilet as I watched him and it wasn’t very long before he asked what the hell I was doing staring at his prick. Helen Finally, my small pricked husband managed to come out of the toilets. With a big bloke behind him, looking a little excited it has to be said. He was pretty grim looking but I could tell he was going to fuck me properly, and enjoy it. He walked over to me and took my arm and pulled me up out of my seat. My big breasts wobbled as he pulled me up and he couldn’t help himself but stare at them. I turned round with my tight skirt stretching over my huge ass. I was getting wet at the thought of him ploughing into me and my pathetic husband in the corner watching me, loving it. Graham had my arm tightly in his big grip. I could feel his calloused hands under my blouse. God, I couldn’t wait to get out of the pub. Graham didn’t talk to me; he just pushed me out of the doors, with my pathetic husband scampering after us. We got into the car park and Graham grabbed my big tits and squeezed them in his hands. He pulled my nipples so hard it was gorgeously painful. I showed him to our car and we got in. Husband in the front driving, me and Graham in the back. He pushed me roughly down onto the seat and started unbuttoning my blouse with one hand. His other hand was grappling with my large thighs, pushing my already tight skirt to its limits as he pushed up to see my gaping hole. I was so wet already that my thong was wedged up my slash. He pulled it out, and then put his wet fingers into my mouth, saying ‘you smell of sex already, you dirty bitch’. Hubby: I was driving far too fast in the car, dying to get home so I could, hopefully, get into a position in the living room or bedroom to watch these two go at it. My slut wife and the stranger we had just met. Helen was relying on me to have picked her a big dick and the biggest pleasure I had was that I knew what was waiting for her in his trousers. I reckoned he was going to be even bigger than Colin and his near 11 inches. On that occasion though I’d been forced out of the room for long painful periods just getting off on the sounds my wife was making. However, I wasn’t even going to get home before I got a sight of my wife sucking that prize prick. About 2 miles from home Graham ordered me to take a diversion into a disused industrial estate. It was a well-known spot for doggers on Tuesdays and Fridays, but was desolate on a Thursday. The weather was perfect for shagging couples, couples on heat that didn’t care about the odd nip in the air. For a voyeur it was a bit chilly, but I’m sure that would only add to Helen & Graham’s pleasure, seeing me shake as I watched them fuck, suck or whatever they planned to do. As it was it was a suck. Graham wanted me to watch my wife suck him off outdoors before we went home. We walked into a small secluded spot, filled with old bricks, metal, bushes and litter – the kind of place where adolescents hide their porn to wank over later when they sneak out of their homes. I was ordered to strip completely and leave my clothes in the car before following them. Helen told me to kneel and then she herself dropped into the same position and dropped Graham’s cock. He had a semi and was already about 9 inches long. His beer belly jutted and there were some old tattoos just below his thigh. Green ink kind of crap. As it was, he looked like Colin, Helen’s previous lover, much bigger than me, but even more noticeable was the girth of his penis. It was like a coke can in width! Helen gasped with pleasure and then delivered one of her beautiful obscenities before taking him in her mouth. Helen: I cried “Fucking hell! Graham, your filthy cock is as wide as my pathetic hubby is long. If not wider. My useless husbands cock is smaller than a premature babies dick.” I gasped as I looked at the sight of his huge tool coming toward me. It wasn’t even fully erect yet and already it beat Colin’s massive prick. It loomed towards my face, as I opened my generous mouth as wide as it could go. My tongue was fighting to find a way to lick his beautiful, huge, wide cock. It went down to my throat, causing me to gag on its hugeness. I got wetter and wetter and could feel my gaping fanny begging to be filled. Graham pushed his fingers roughly into me, saying “you dirty bitch, that hole is wider than my arm. I will fill it later.” God, I couldn’t wait. My tongue licked his bell end, as I pulled away from his cock. I suckled his end, enjoying the taste of his precum in my mouth. I looked up at him but he just pushed my head down and told me to get on with it. I licked his length up and down and marvelled at the size of it. I was moaning from the pleasure of it. I could hear my pathetic husband whimpering next to me as he saw me lick this great pole. Hubby: I remaining kneeling obediently, my cock hard and erect but not touching myself as I had not been given permission by my wife or her lover. These were the rules I had to abide by. I cast my mind back to university and the days when I thought Helen was an innocent geek like myself and looked at her now, slavishly, worshipping this brute’s fat tool. She was knee deep in dirt and crisp bags as she licked his cock. She also made sure she twisted her neck round to occasionally lick his hairy arsehole and sweating flange. Helen loved showing her man and me what a slut she was. Eventually, however, she dropped into a metronomic procedure. Both hands were wrapped around its massive girth towards the base whilst she sucked the head, occasional coming up for air to lick the helmet delicately, or slobber over the (considerable) remaining length that her hands were unable to cover. Like Colin, Graham had the stamina to wait what I can only guess was a good 20-30 minutes before finally pumping his sperm. As he began to come he shouted, “Off, now, slag!” My wife pulled her head away and he grabbed her long, brown hair. She pumped his cock with both hands before he groaned and spurted what seemed like pints of thick, stringy, manly cum all over her beautiful, waiting face. When he finally finished my wife licked his bell end all over before pushing strands of cum into her mouth to eat. She did this for a minute before stopping and looking at me. She then used her palms to gather up the remaining man fluid on her face. She held it in cupped hands before telling me to get up and walk back to the car and get the torch from the boot. I sped back and forth, returning with the thin, pencil torch that I wondered how she was going to use. On returning Helen showed me her hands which were now free of sperm, bar a patchy, shiny glaze. She grabbed the torch and directed it onto a dirty, old copy of Bella magazine that was on the floor, dripping with Grahams well-travelled jism. I knew what I had to do. I instantly lowered my head and completed my chore. I sucked the last remnants from the parchment. There was no point doing half a job. Why? 1) I’d only be sent back down to finish off any shoddy efforts. 2) It may affect my chances of watching them shag later if I in any way offended my voluptuous mistress and well hung master. 3) I wanted to! I loved slurping up those stud’s juices whilst they watched. As the weather bit I was ordered back to the car. Not allowed to dress they made me drive them home naked with the car fan on full blast at the cold setting! It was a long 2 miles back… Helen: I sat in the back seat of the car, with my legs spread open as Graham roughly fingered me. He was using his whole hand and his hands were big! God, it felt great. I looked in the mirror and could see that pathetic small dick driving naked and looking back at me. I shouted for him to watch the road and leave me to enjoy the pleasures of Graham. I ended up with my back against the driver’s seat, my arms wrapped around the headrest whilst Graham continued to finger me. Soon, we arrived home. I was tingling as I brought Graham into the living room. I shouted for the muppet to follow. He walked in looking as sheepish as he always does when he is naked and his tiny cock is on display. Graham pushed me on to the floor. With one hand he held my arms above my head and with the other pushed my legs right open (not that they needed much persuasion!). He knelt over my face and pushed his big knob back in to my willing mouth. I licked and tried to get it as far down my throat as possible. I was living heaven. Hubby: At this moment I was nervously stood watching them pash away. Usually I got an order from Helen by now, such as “kneel, watch and learn, maggot knob!” or if I was unlucky or naughty, “Get into the spare bedroom and listen to us fucking through the walls!” Was this good or bad? It was bad – as when I knelt down without permission I was banished to the spare bedroom for one hour. For the next hour I heard the moans of pleasure of my wife being fucked by that enormous rod. I was desperate to see her get fucked by that big, fleshy club. However, if you want to know what Helen & Graham did for the next half hour you’ll have to ask Helen. The only thing I can say is just the sounds had me wanking furiously and I came twice to their sexual symphony. Helen: Once we’d got rid of the weasel dick it was time to really enjoy myself. Graham ordered me to go and lie on the dining room table. I quickly stripped off my tight skirt and blouse and went to lie on the table in just my basque, suspenders, stockings and of course my thong to show my fat ass to it’s best. Graham pulled me to the end of the table. He lifted my legs high in the air and ran his tongue around my arse and said’ you dirty bitch, your hole is so dirty, I am going to shag you up the arse later’. My fanny tensed and clenched as I waited for that huge cock to fill me up. Graham ploughed straight in to me and banged me with the full length of his cock quickly and firmly. It was painful as he really banged into me. I couldn’t control myself and was soon moaning so loudly the neighbours must have woken up. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed them against the table. I soon lost control and screamed loudly as I came. I could hear the wimp moan as I did so. I loved it. Graham slapped me across the face and told me to shut up and finish the job off properly. He continued to bang into me with such force I was pushed up to the other end of the table. My head was hanging off, sending me dizzy with pain and ecstasy. He pumped into me and released all of his thick, creamy spunk into me. Time for the wimp to get to work. Graham ordered him downstairs. Hubby: Shortly after I heard Helen’s orgasmic moans I got a shout from Graham to come back in. He’d fucked her solid for at least an hour and now she was full of his sexual effluent. He walked past me, naked, hairy belly wobbling, cock still jutting out on a post-fuck semi as he left for the bathroom. I had deliberately crawled in to avoid further offence and knelt head bowed. Helen then instructed me to “crab like a bitch!” This meant that I had to get into the ‘crab’ position – pushed up on my palms and feet from a face up lying position. She then told me to get to the armchair. I ‘crabbed’ over as quick as I could and placed my head on the edge of the main seat cushion. I stayed there for 30 seconds or so before Helen sighed, then chuckled and finally got up and moved toward me. She then placed each fleshy, perfect thigh either side of my prone form, whilst facing away. She then lowered her beautiful fanny and its surround pounds of heavy thigh and ass meat onto my desperate, waiting face. I let out a muffled moan in pleasure as the rush of pheromones and delectable Helen flesh swamped my head and it senses within. I lapped and licked at her hole, audibly slurping Graham’s thick cum from her distended beaver. Graham soon came back and I could just about hear them discussing my pathetic state. Graham mentioned that my cock, even when hard, was just about the smallest cock he’d ever seen. Helen laughed a lot. She carefully raised her butt cheeks every ten seconds or so in order for me to catch short gasps of air. It was never quite enough but if I’d died that moment I wouldn’t have cared as I’d already led a happy life! Just seeing Helen with Colin the other week had made life great again. After I finished emptying Helen’s delicious punani, she stayed there for a while whilst I licked her ring piece. This was my favourite job of all. But tonight it had meaning, as Graham was about to use my oral lubrication to start enabling his beast on the road to anal ruin for my wife. I licked at her for ages and even transferred small amounts of Graham’s remaining cum back and forth to increase the viscosity. As Helen stood to go back to the man she wanted I orgasmed again all in my pubes as I was still crabbed. I was left there spunked up as punishment. However Helen & Graham weren’t going to let me miss the action. First Graham stood on the chair facing forwards, his feet at my head, his toes pointing down the sides of my face. Helen then straddled the armrests of the chair in the doggy position and leant on my chest with her folded arms. This gave me a hitherto unseen view of Helen’s beaver and a-hole. Graham’s massive cock was outrageous from my pov. It was really long and thick, as I’ve mentioned. It must’ve been pushing a foot long fully hard. Underneath though it was heavily veined and its ejaculation tube alone jutted outward like an extra pleasure device for my wife. He pointed it at me and asked “Where is this schlong going now, worm boy?” “Into my wife I hope sir,” I replied “Well, yes, but only if you beg me and I don’t mean please, please, please, You’ve got 5 seconds to come up with sentences of suitable inferiority and desperation. As 5 quick seconds passed, I just blurted out, “Please Mr Elephant dick bone my horny, slut wife, my cock is too small too satisfy her unlike you, Master. You are the most generous man on earth to allow me this pleasure. My wife is a slut who must be fucked by men with massive rods and I NEED you to do it!!” I couldn’t quite master a closing sentence so non-sequitered with “I am a wanker with a tiny cock who will be your toilet slave from now on as well as serving you in all you require!” At that point he started to nudge his flask-sized erection into my wife’s tiny bum hole. Helen: As Graham moved his huge cock into my bum hole, I had a flash of memories from my other anal experience with Mr Longer. This made my open up my muscles even more to welcome Graham’s massive tool. I gasped as I felt it move up my arse slowly and tightly and my arse stretched to accommodate this big prick. I stood on the wimp as I adjusted my position to try and fit Graham in more easily. “God, you are the biggest dick I’ve ever had Graham. Fuck me arse until it’s raw please,” I cried out. Graham responded with a vigourous pounding, and somehow managed to stuff even more of his length into me. I could feel myself being stretched to the limit. I looked down through my legs and saw the pathetic wimp staring at the sight above him. I moved my teeth, down the wimp’s body and caught his pubes between my teeth. I grasped onto them and pulled them hard, bringing tears to his eyes. I moved an arm and grabbed at some more hairs, from his ball sack this time and pulled them out hard. He yelped, in that pathetic small willy voice again. Hubby: The worm’s eye view of Helen’s arse being destroyed by Grahams dong was incredible. My cock was dying to spurt again, but the weight of Helen leaning on me distracted my focus, which was perhaps for the best, as I didn’t want banishing for soiling myself again. However I soon established a locking position in my arms which meant I could hold her fairly securely and easily. So, my cock began to overheat again. I could feel my sperm rising as Graham slid into my howling wife’s anus. But, just as I was about to cum, Helen bit into my pubes, tugging them hard and I yelped like a girl. My sperm still bubbled ready but then she began to pull hairs from my ball sac, the pain was excruciating. My orgasm was postponed as Helen plucked individual hairs from its alien surface. This meant I yelped like a bitch constantly as they fucked. It was like I was being fucked like a ho. After about 20 minutes Graham finally came. He shouted “oh yes!” as he unloaded another extraordinary amount of jizz into my wife. He pumped and pumped for what seemed like forever before finally withdrawing his massive, wet salami from her arse. He flicked a few final spots of cum on my face before my wife shortly dropped her legs from the armrests to let me start cleaning his cum from her arse. At first I licked the thick cream that was oozing out and swallowed it all. I then waited as her rectum opened and closed through aftershocks. When the door opened I pushed my lips to the edges of her abyss and sucked strongly to extract the cum. This is possibly the most demeaning thing that Helen generally did to me when she entertained lovers. When I was finished both Helen and Graham pissed in my mouth as I remained crabbed before they went to bed. Graham stayed 2 days in all but I wasn’t allowed to watch anymore as I’d been far too spoiled already. Next week I was back in the Olde Cocke searching for more studs to cuckold me. Helen: Graham finally came powerfully into my arse as I shook with the pressure of his dick up my arse. My muscles spasmed and I shouted out as I came again. (Note – this was my eleventh orgasm of the night so far!). My husband finally did something useful and cleaned all of Graham’s jism out of my arse. We finished off by pissing our now full bladders into the mouth of the wimp, who just couldn’t get enough of it. I then took Graham upstairs and continued to be mesmerised and pummelled by his huge cock for the next two days, this time without the irritating wimp moaning beside me. Helen & Me When we got back I got them both some more champagne but when I returned to the living room, they had started kissing and were well past the drinks stage. Colin lay back on the armchair as my wife kissed his neck. I was on the other side of the room but could smell my wife's pungent fanny aroma, which I was used to smelling only when she discussed big cocks or watched porn. Tonight it was intoxicating. I looked again at Colin. He was quite fat and looked like an unkempt labourer, yet my wife was slobbering over him like he was Brad Pitt! My God, she was a total, cock-hungry slut, for real. This had been no game. I'd wondered if her uni stories were part fantasy, used in principle to control me and that, maybe, presented with the real thing she might bottle it, but she was ravenous. "Take your clothes off and then kneel in the middle of the room to watch us, Mr. Husband!" barked Colin. I quickly obeyed. He told my wife to stop kissing him, as he wanted her to watch me undress. Both sniggered at my embarrassment before laughing loudly at the sight of my hard, but deeply unimpressive dick pointing slightly northwest like a crooked finger. "Isn't that amazing" chirped Helen, "I never fail to be shocked by its smallness. What do you think, Colin?" "You know, I've fucked a few women in front of their inadequate husbands before, but this guy takes the biscuit. It can't even be 5 inches. You must've measured it, how long is it wimp?" "4 and three quarter inches" I replied. "Jesus. That's like a proper medical problem," he blurted. " Would you like to see a proper one, boy? Watch your wife take off my pants" Helen slavishly concurred. She dropped to her knees and slowly unbuckled his belt. She moaned as she rubbed her hands over his jeans crotch before she finally unleashed his wanger. As she pulled down his pants I stared in disbelief at his massive, white cock. It was still only a semi, but looked like a pale hose as it rested again his fat, hairy belly. Helen moaned again as she put a hand round it that she couldn't fit all the way round. Obediently she began to kiss and lick its length, coaxing it into full hardness. After ten minutes it was fully erect. Nearly eleven inches long and thick like a beer can. He lay back as she finally bobbed her head over his helmet, stretching her jaw wide to accept its size. She looked at me and winked just as I began to moan. I came without touching myself at the sight of these two people: His massive cock so near to her beautiful body. The sight of her slavishly licking his pole like a slut when I had never been allowed to even see her tits. Me, knowing I was naked before them exposing my tiny tiddler to their taunts and ridicules. It was all too much and I squirted and moaned like a bitch. I was ordered to lick my cum off the floor by Helen before being ordered from the room as punishment. I spent the next hour in the kitchen listening to them fuck. Helen squealed and screamed as Colin invaded her pussy. She came frequently. She screamed filth, "Fuck me Colin, let my husband hear how I need to be fucked. How he can never fuck me! Mangle my cunt with that superb cock of yours!" He made her beg for his cock as she approached her orgasms. After an hour Helen ordered me to find a paper bag and put it over my head and then to return to the living room. I fumbled my way in before deciding it wise to kneel down. She told me to turn right a little. Then she spoke. I couldn't see a thing. "Dearest Hubby, tonight I have been fucked properly by a real man with a big, big cock that has made me cum like a whore! I've fucking loved it. You too have loved it and I think you ought to say thank you to Colin when he comes back from the bathroom where he's showering before coming back to ride me again. Now, hubby, you love licking my pussy and tonight shall be no different. As you probably just heard, Colin has deposited the most obscene amount of his dick juice into my vagina. It's dribbling out as we speak. You need to clean it up. However to do so you will need to remove that bag on your head. And I am naked." Oh God I thought, I'm going to see her tits for the first time! "This will mean you will finally get to see my dugs, yeah? On my command remove your paper hat and then stare directly at them. Your cock will soon twitch in ecstacy I know. As soon as it squirts crawl to my pussy and lick it clean!" "Oh God! Yes Ma'am" I cried "Thankyou Goddess, Oh thank y..." "Shut the fuck up, you subhuman prick. Now remove your little hat!" As I did, Colin re-entered the room and sat down. But I was staring straight ahead as I mumbled my thanks to him for shagging my wife. Helen sat on the armchair directly before me. Her body was drenched with sweat. She was naked, bar stilettos and beige, seamed hold up stockings. Her hair was tousled from sex and her eyes burning with desire for more. Her arms rested on the arms of the chair and her tits...there they were, the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. Each one must have weighed 4 or 5 kilos. They hung beautifully from high on her chest down to their bouncy teats, which hung just above her navel. Each one pointed slightly to the side, as natural big hangers should. Each nipple was enormous. They were bigger in diameter than my piddling cock and light brown in colour. I stared at them for maybe 8 seconds or so before I moaned as loud as I have ever moaned (and believe me I've moaned like a bitch so often now) as my cock spurted again. My knees gave way as I pleaded thanks before recovering to crawl to her magnificent snatch. The orgasm was so powerful that it had broken my spirit and I lapped at her cunt making moaning noises that I didn't need to just to entertain my superior hosts. I swallowed all of Colin's remaining cum. Straight after I was tied up by Helen and placed in the corner facing the wall . I was forced to stay awake the rest of my wedding night whilst they fucked like rabbits, but I couldn't watch. That was a year ago and here I am now. Naked again, except now in women's clothes whilst my wife fucks Colin and cums off in front of my face. I'm allowed to watch it all now as I've learnt a little more self-control. I still pop off during the night without touching myself but as long as I lick it up quickly it goes unnoticed by my distracted wife. During the last year several men have fucked Helen. At first we stuck to contact mags but then she just brought back men from the pub. My statistical research proved painfully correct, as most men seemed that she's picked up seemed to have at least 7 inches. After a while I was forced to go into pub toilets and glance at men's cocks to find real big ones to bring back for her. Most men would have been so humiliated but I loved asking them if they would come back to our house to fuck my wife. Few refused. Over time she was gangbanged, tied up, fucked whilst lying over me like I was a coffee table. I have continued cleaning her cunt and ass hole of its spunky contents and of course remain her slave when she's not being screwed. I love her so much and my life is bliss. I have lots more tales to come... Helen and Professor Demetre Helen walked with the rest of the new graduate students, wandering through East Quad, feeling bored and restless. Her first day seemed staid and uneventful, not at all what she had imagined during her undergraduate years. "Such a shame," she thought, disappointed. The boys she met were still all immature and tedious; they stared at her tight tank top, but seemed scared and had no sense of how to talk to her. As the tour continued, a boy named joined late. He had a strong chin, green eyes and long dark hair. His pants hung low, he wore a Velvet Acid Christ t-shirt, his head bobbing to music blaring from his Ipod. Helen watched as he basically ignored the group, and when he finally looked up she smiled, catching his grin. The tour wandered through the dorm, the guide droning about majors and Internet access and food packages. Helen moved herself next to Mr. Acid Christ, their shoulders and arms bumping more regularly than needed. Helen felt electric as she noticed his eyes peaking at her nipples erect and jutting through the white cotton. "I like your piercings," he grinned. "You haven't seen them all yet." She moved away slightly, knowing his eyes were following. As they walked, her fingers touched his forearms or shoulders as she talked, pushing against him as she laughed. As they walked back a hallway mirror, she could see how hot she looked in her tank top and mini skirt, the cheeks of her bottom barely contained by the fabric, her blond hair dancing on her shoulders, her legs long. As their eyes met in the mirror, she bumped back into him, feeling his growing erection against her ass as they stood pretending to listen. As the tour ended, Helen turned and walked slowly from the group, knowing he would follow. "Hey, want to go get a coffee," he stammered, trying not to stare at her cleavage. "I wanted to see some more of the dorm, do you mind going with me?" "Ah, mmm, sure," he smiled. "I hear they have music rooms that are sound proof and very private," she giggled, taking his hand. She wandered down a quiet hall the tour had passed earlier in the day, and pulled him into an empty room, closing the door. "Wow," he stuttered, leaning to kiss her. Kissing back hard, then pulling away she leaned her head back and put her finger in her mouth. "I am feeling like such a naughty girl," she cooed. Sinking to her knees, she unbuckled his pants, and pulled out the head of his cock. Licking, she looked up at him with big eyes. "You don't mind if I suck on you, do you?" she purred, and he could only nod, his cock rock hard and already pulsating. And she began to tease and tickle the head with her lush ripe lips. As she started to push her mouth over his cock, the door suddenly opened. Helen fell back, her skirt riding up over her thong, the carpet rough on her bottom. She looked up to see Professor Demetre, the Dean of Admissions, glowering down at her. The boy, for whom she realized she had never asked his name, yelped, zipped up and bolted by the anger administrator. Professor Demetre stood over Helen, and in a deep baritone voice toned, "Young lady, if you don't want to end up in trade school or working at 7 -- 11, you will follow me immediately to my office." He turned and walked out. Helen rose, straightened herself in a panic, thought of running, but scared, followed dutifully. He held open his office door, and as she entered he barked, "Sit!" She sat in a chair facing a broad oak desk, the cool smoothness of the leather soft on her thighs as her skirt shrugged upwards despite her tugging. Professor Demetre paced slowly about the room, "Miss, I met your parents this morning, what do you think they will say when I describe the indelicate position in which I discovered you?" Tears started to form in Helen's eyes, "You can't tell them." "Oh, yes I can, I am obligated to, and they have a right to know about the lustful slutty ways of their daughter." "No you can't, please, there must be some way?" "My dear, you should have thought of that before you knelt to suck that young man, do you even know him?" Helen sighed, and shook her head, feeling panicked and desperate. She looked about the room, her eyes not even noticing the diplomas and awards, or the broad wooden fraternity paddle adorning the wall. "Miss, I worry not only about your parents, but given your lascivious behavior, I may need to notify the other schools on your list." "Please, Professor, I am begging you, I will do anything, I promise you I will behave." He moved in front of the desk and sat down, his knees directly in front of her, his eyes looking down sternly. Squirming in her seat, trying to pull her skirt down, aware of how tight her top was, Helen thought she noticed a flash of something else in his gaze. "I am sympathetic to your position, and I certainly want to promote your education, but how am I to trust you, given your promiscuous ways?" "Oh Professor, I will work hard to earn your trust, I will do anything, just give me a chance to prove myself." "My lessons may be more than you are ready for Helen," he whispered gruffly, leaning his face into hers. "Are you really ready to prove yourself for me?" Helen pulled back in the chair, surprised, shocked, and although to scared to admit, aroused. "Sir, what are you asking?" She looked up, her eyes pleading and alive. "You are wasting your time with boys Helen, you need a man to teach you about real pleasure." "Professor, I am shocked!" Helen stood in surprised indignation. Professor Demetre smiled, rising to his feet, "As you wish, young lady, I have your parent's cell phone number, I will call them now and break the news that their little girl is a shameless slut." Shocked at his language, flushed and breathless, her heart racing, she plead, "Please, please, there must be another way?" And as she begged, she could feel her wetness. Walking around the desk, he suddenly turned and whispered gruffly into her ear, "Bend over the desk." Flustered, she started to protest and he commanded again, "Do it!" His hand moved to her back, guiding her as she leaned over the desk, her hands reaching out instinctively to grab the other side. Her motion pulled her skirt up over her ass, exposing her thin red thong, and she felt totally vulnerable and aroused. "What are you going to do?" she asked, her voice hoarse with anticipation. Professor Demetre just smiled, and walking about the desk, took down the wooden paddle. Helen gasped again, but did not let go, "Please?" "Tell me why I should trust you." "I made a mistake, it will never happen again." Her ass squirmed as she could feel his eyes behind her watching; her pelvis started to slowly grind involuntarily against the smooth wood. "It's too late for that, tell me you will do for me now so that I can forgive you." Helen turned her head back, her face flushed, her mind lost in the moment. "I shouldn't have to do anything, I didn't do anything wrong." Professor Demetre smoothly brought the paddle down on Helen's perfectly round ass, firm enough to cause her to gasp and squirm. "Now, are you going to be a good girl?" "Please, I didn't do anything wrong." Smack. "Oh no, you are such a bad man." "And you are a naughty little girl that needs to be taught the proper way to please me." Smack. "Please, don't spank me, I am a good girl." " Good girls do not waste their delicious mouths on unworthy juvenile delinquents." Smack. "Please?" "Good girls only suck my cock adoringly." Helen looked back aghast, her hips imperceptibly grinding hard against the desk, her tight little slit molten and weeping. "I am a good girl, I would never put that big old cock of yours in my mouth." Smack. "Please?" Smack. "Please, please?" "Please what Helen?" "Oh god, please, let me suck your cock." Smack. "Please, Professor, oh my god, please, push that big cock into my mouth." He set down the paddle on the desk where Helen could see it, and leaned to whisper in her ear, "Take my cock out." Helen spun to her knees, taking out his steel member and rubbed it against her face. "Open those sweet rosy lips and suck me," he growled. Her mouth obediently opened, and Professor Demetre thrust his cock in. Helen's head tilted back so his rod slid easily in, plundering her mouth and throat. Pushing to the depth of her throat, then pulling out to the edge of her lips, than thrusting back in deeply. "Put your hands behind your back," he commands, enjoying the view of his cock fucking her face. Starting to quiver, Professor Demetre pulls out. Helen gasps, her hands sneaking down to rub herself, her face leaning forward, begging for more of his cock. He reaches down, and in one quick jerk pulls off her tank top. Pushing Helen to her back and ripping off her thong, he buries his face in her pussy. "No, no, no," Helen moans, her hips pushing against his tongue, her wetness liquid flowing heat. Professor Demetre licks and tickles and prods, his fingers tugging and twisting her full hard nipples, his tongue and lips bringing her to rolling climaxes that ripple through her like a pulse. He backs off, teasing. "You are a very bad girl, strutting around like a slut, teasing and taunting me, you deserve to get fucked, I am going to pound my cock inside you." "Oh please, please, please, do it, fuck me, I need you inside me." "Tell me what you want." "Please, please, I need more, give me more." He lowers his head again, flicking his tongue, making her beg, making her promise to do anything. "Helen, whenever I command, you must give yourself to me, fucking me anyway I desire." Hearing the words, she peaks again, her hips jerking upwards, rocking rhythmically with spasms of lust. Pulling away, crazed, Professor Demetre spins Helen over on her hands and knees and whispers, "it is time for you to get a good fucking!" Helen lowers her head submissively, propping her ass up in the air, giving herself to him. He rubs his cockhead ahead against the lips of her cunt, and as her hips start to roll and push back, he plunges forward. His arms reach around, teasing her nipples and breasts, stroking at first, then twisting, causing her to gasp. Pistoning his cock into her, his hips slam against her ass. Helen shakes and moans, "Oh god, do it, fuck me." Trembling, tremors of desire roiling thru her, and suddenly he tenses, his cock pulsates rhythmically and explodes, pumping his seed deep inside her. Exhausted, he falls forward, his weight pressing her chest down on the desk, and they lay motionless, exhausted and spent. "Helen?" he finally is able to say. "Yes Professor." "You will need to come to my office each week for our special tutelage, I want to make sure you get the most of your graduate school training." "Yes sir," she smiled. Helen & Roger Teach Me to Suck Cock I hadn't been working at the office too long when Helen joined. The first I saw of her was when she came out of the elevator and walked right passed my desk to get to hers. She looked amazing, about 5ft 8 tall, a perfect body, shoulder length blonde hair, and two of the most full, firm and above all suckable tits I had ever seen. I just watched in disbelief as she walked past. She looked so amazing I thought I must be dreaming. After that I just watched her across the office at any chance I got. After about a week I was at the coffee machine and she came up to get a drink. She said Hi and introduced herself. I said Hi, and told her I was called Max. She smiled and said that it was nice to put a name to such a nice face. I stammered some kind of thank you, embarrassed by such an obvious compliment. She obviously noticed that I was embarrassed because she put her hand on my arm and told me not to be embarrassed. She asked me if I would like to come round to her flat for a drink after work as she didn't really know anyone in town. I eagerly accepted and arranged to be there for seven. At seven o clock precisely I was knocking on her door. To my surprise it was opened by a guy. At first I thought I had the wrong address and apologised but he said, no we are expecting you Max. He invited me to come in, and as I hesitantly stepped in I saw Helen coming out of the bedroom. She was dressed in a short skirt and a halter neck top that only just covered the area around her nipples. There was no question of her having a bra on and my cock started to harden at the sight of her. She smiled and said that she saw I had met Roger. I turned back to the guy who had let me in. He was stood watching me and had obviously seen the effect Helen had had on me. He shook my hand and then turning to Helen said that he would go to his room and give us some privacy. Helen poured me a drink and led me to the sofa. She sat down close to me and putting the tv on snuggled right in and asked how my day had gone since we had talked. After a bit of small talk and watching a bit of the film she had put on I felt her hand move up my thigh as she turned to me and started to kiss me. I returned the kiss and it got deeper and deeper until we were locked in a passionate embrace. She pushed me so that I lay on my back on the sofa and kissing me undid my trousers. As she rubbed my cock through my boxers I slipped her top off and started to play with her breasts. After she had got my cock as hard as it got she went back to kissing me, encouraging me to play with her breasts. The feeling of her sitting on my cock was wonderful, especially when she started to grind against me. My hands wondered down to her arse and started to feel her full cheeks. When she realised that I had stopped giving her breasts attention she pulled out of the kiss and moving up me she pushed one her breasts into my face. I opened my mouth and took her nipple in it, alternatively nibbling and sucking. This caused her to moan with pleasure and she grabbed the back of my head pushing her chest harder against my face. As I sucked on her gorgeous breasts my hands were playing with her arse pulling her down against my cock. I was so turned on and was desperate to shove my cock into her warm pussy. Sensing my frustration she suggested we go into the bedroom. She led me in and then stripped off my remaining clothes before dropping her skirt and panties to the floor. She looked so lovely standing there completely naked, I took a step towards her meaning to push her onto the bed and mount her. But she stopped me and picking up some pieces of silk from the bed side cabinet told me to lay on the bed. I had never been tied during sex before but the thought of Helen straddling me filled my head as I lay on my back. She tied my hands and feet to the four corners and turned off the light. She climbed on top of me and pushed her tits in my face again, while resting her pussy gently on the tip of my cock. As I eagerly sucked on her nipples I could feel her pussy on my cock and the faint touch was driving me wild. After a while of this she climbed higher on the bed and ground her pussy on my mouth. I eagerly lapped it and then pushed my tongue right inside. She tasted wonderful and I was in heaven as I ate her out. Before long she was moaning and gripping the back of my head as she pushed harder against me, grinding her pussy against my tongue. I nibbled gently on her clit and she started bucking as she came. I eagerly swallowed her juices as they poured onto my face. I was so caught up in her orgasm that I didn't notice at first when I felt something on my cock. But after a couple of seconds I realised it was a hand stroking up and down my severely frustrated cock. When I realised what it was I assumed that she was reaching behind her to stroke me so I just resumed my assault on her pussy and revelled I the attention. After not long at all I felt my balls tighten and knew I was getting close to cumming, but just then I realised that Helen had two hands gripping the back of my head To my terror I realised it must be Roger who was stroking me off. I jerked up in terror trying to shout out but the restraints stopped me getting up and Helens pussy, which was pushed tightly against my mouth as she bucked to another orgasm, prevented me from making a sound. To my horror I felt the hand being replaced by a mouth as Roger slid his mouth down my mouth and started to deep throat me. I thrashed about trying to get up, but they both carried on seemingly oblivious and then I suddenly realised I was going to come. I sank back against the bed, exhausted from my struggles and felt my juices explode down his throat. After a couple of seconds as I started to relax I realised it actually felt really good, especially when he started to lick my cock clean of my spunk. I was really confused by this. Just then Helen came yet again and climbed off me and grabbing my head gave me another sloppy kiss. The combination of my post orgasmic rush and the feeling of being kissed by this gorgeous woman made me feel so good that I stopped worrying about the fact that I had just been given a blow job by a man. Helen pulled away from me and whispered in my ear that she hoped that I didn't mind Roger joining in. I replied that it was alright as I thought that now that it was over I might as well pretend that I didn't mind otherwise she might decide that I should go and I didn't want to leave yet, after all I still hadn't sunk my cock into that heavenly pussy I had spent the last ten minutes sucking. She said that she was pleased that I didn't mind as it got her so hot to see a man giving another man a blowjob. Then to my shock she asked if I would give Roger a blowjob. I said no way I wasn't gay. But she started to stroke my cock and say wouldn't I give it a go for her. I said no not even for her, but I wasn't quite so definite this time as I saw the chance to fuck her slipping away. She tried again saying, not even if I fuck you at the same time? As she said this she dropped her mouth onto my cock and gave it a quick suck. It felt amazing and had the effect of getting my cock fully hard again. I was in a dilemma; on one hand I was desperate to have her fuck me but on the other hand she was asking me to do something I was repulsed by the idea of! As I tried to make up my mind she straddled me and while kissing me she sank her pussy right onto me. It was amazing, I felt a huge desire to fuck her and started to buck my hips, driving my cock deeper into her. She groaned and pulled her mouth off mine. She looked at me and said did I really want to pass up on the chance to fuck her just because she wanted me to give her friend some pleasure, a pleasure he had already given me. The feeling of her on me was too much and I moaned ok. Roger stepped up to my head from where he had been standing in the darkness, and taking my head in his hands pressed his cock against my mouth. I reluctantly parted my lips so that he could slide in. There was already some precum on the end of his cock and it smeared over my lips as he pushed deeper into my mouth until he was right in and my mouth was stretched around him. I could taste the salty taste on my lips and also at the back of my throat. To my surprise it wasn't unpleasant. As the feeling of Helen riding my cock brought me closer to cumming I started to get really turned on which in turn led me to relax about having a cock in my mouth, and as he started fucking my mouth I started to enjoy the feeling of his roughness pushing against my tongue and cheeks. Soon I started to cum, and as I bucked my load deep into Helens welcoming pussy Roger grabbed me even harder and pumped his juices down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow them all. When he had finished he pulled out but still held my head and before I knew what he was doing he had leant down and deep kissed me. The feeling of his rough tongue exploring my mouth was strange but immensely erotic. All of a sudden I stopped feeling repulsed by all the things he had done to me and started to kiss him back. When he realised that I was actually enjoying it he released the pressure on my head and started to rub his hands down my body and to play with my nipples and to feel the base of my cock as it went into Helens pussy. The eroticness of these new feelings had brought my cock back to life in record time and Helen hadn't stopped riding it. But as Roger started to feel my cock she climbed of and laying between my legs she started to lick first my cock and then further down until she was penetrating my arsehole with her tongue. Roger meanwhile was stroking his hand up and down my cock. It felt wonderful being kissed and fondled by a man as a beautiful woman tongued my arse. The more she tongued me the more relaxed I got so when she stuck a finger right inside me I hardly noticed. She did this for a while and then she got up and took off all the restraints. I hardly noticed what she was doing because Roger had moved down and was giving me head again. But when she had released me he got up and roughly rolled me over. It took me a couple of seconds to realise what they had in mind but when I felt the end of his cock pushing its way into my arse I didn't resist at all. I was just revelling I all the new feelings. As I felt the slight pain of him penetrating me Helen climbed onto the bed near my head and pushed her pussy down so I could lick it again. I buried my head in her gorgeous pussy as Roger fucked my arse rougher and harder until he came, forcing his juices deep into my arse. As he was coming Helen came as well, gripping my head with her thighs and shuddering to a climax. As I lapped her up I felt Roger reach round and jerk me off. After this we spent the whole night fucking and when I left in the morning I knew that I had had a whole new world opened up to me! Helen and Sam The following story is a crossover between two Science-Fiction television shows "Stargate SG-1" and "Sanctuary". Both shows star actress Amanda Tapping as Samantha Carter (SG-1) and Helen Magnus (Sanctuary). The story takes place during season 6 of "Stargate SG-1" between episodes 16 and 18, and just before season 1 of "Sanctuary". Major Samantha (Sam) Carter, USAF, finally got what she wanted; time alone offworld to research and explore a new alien technology. In the past she had been plagued by other scientists, well-meaning SG-1 team members and Air Force officers asking questions and offering assistance that simply distracted her. She wanted nothing more than to be left alone to problem solve and let her thoughts naturally wander towards a solution. Now here she was on newly discovered P3X-453, the only sentient being on the planet. SG-1 had discovered a small hidden chamber on this abandoned planet. It contained a device of unknown origin, however it looked to be Ancient by design. Thus far they had been unable to determine its purpose. There was a power supply and what appeared to be a minimal control panel located in a small room within the underground chamber. Sam had been here for 3 days now, checking in daily with Stargate Command through the Stargate, reporting her findings. Luckily, Stargate Command was busy with political issues and they were happy to leave her to her research without any interference. All other Stargate missions had been postponed until General Hammond returned from Washington. Sam was getting frustrated. There simply wasn't anything she could find to tell her anything about the device. It was time for a break. She left the chamber and wandered down to the lake. This planet was semi-tropical, the air was warm, as was the water. She was hot and sweaty, her military T-Shirt clung to her moist body. Against her nature, Sam stripped off her clothing, laughing at her own modesty. There wasn't another Human Being within 100 light-years of here, no one could possibly see her. Sam was tall, she had short cropped blonde hair, blue-eyes and had an athletic build. Her body was toned and strong, yet despite being in her mid-thirties she still had the body and curves of a woman 10 years younger. She laid down on the soft moss that surrounded the lake and felt the breeze as it brushed over her naked body. A smile grew on her face. It had been a long time since she'd had time or desire to just relax like this. She closed her eyes and thought of Jack, the love that was never to be. She'd been in love with Jack O'Neill for years now, but as her commanding officer, he was off-limits. They both accepted the situation, but Sam still held a place for him in her heart. As the moss molded around her body and the sun continued to warm her, her left hand raised up and began to massage her breast, her nipple hardening to her touch. She smiled again and her other hand flitted up and down her body, finally coming to rest on her blonde mound. She spread her legs apart slightly and let her fingers go where they may, up and down, all around her pussy, her inner thighs, her stomach and breasts. It didn't take long before she began moaning and her knees came together squeezing her fingers against her clit in a nice satisfying little orgasm. As she dozed her mind wandered... "Of course!" she exclaimed and jumped up running towards the hidden chamber grabbing her clothes on the way. She threw on her panties and T-Shirt and ran up to the machine. "The crystals were reversed!" she said out loud to no one in particular, "The Ancients left them that way to keep the device running in a standby mode." She removed a green and a blue crystal from a panel under the device and swapped their positions. She stood up, moved a dial on the panel and Samantha Carter promptly disappeared from the universe. Helen Magnus was 158 years old. She grew up in Victorian England following in her father's footsteps to become a scientist and protector of the innocent. Through an experiment with some colleagues, Helen took a drug that contained Vampire blood and as a result she stopped aging. She was now perpetually 43 years old, with long brown hair and a beautiful body that could still turn heads. She ran the "Sanctuary", a place where "Abnormals", people and creatures with extraordinary powers, could be safely studied and could take refuge from persecution. It was satisfying work, but Helen was lonely. She had her 24 year old daughter, Ashley, to keep her company along with a few Abnormals, but she hadn't had a true friend/confidant/lover in ages. On this particular day a new crate arrived from India containing an unknown animal with unknown powers. It looked like a jellyfish, but wasn't a sea creature. Somehow it could "fly" as if it were levitating like a jellyfish does in water. The locals from the mountains in northern India called it "Kaam Kasyapi" and claimed it somehow influenced feelings of love in humans. The crate had yet to be opened and was in a holding area in the Sanctuary. Helen was in her study when the computer system alerted her that an electrical disturbance was detected in the basement. Helen went to investigate. As she walked into the room she saw the crate encircled with blue streaks of electricity like blue lightning. Suddenly there was a blinding flash of light. She covered her eyes and when she opened them, standing next to the crate was a woman. A beautiful, sexy woman wearing nothing but a T-shirt and panties. A blonde woman with Helen's own face! She was younger, yes, but it was definitely like looking into a mirror! The woman turned and looked at Helen and her jaw dropped. "Um, where... where am I?" she stammered. Sam was looking at a Goddess. Strangely, the Goddess looked a lot like Sam herself, but older and sexier. She wanted to rush over and bury her face in the woman's bosom. She'd never been particularly attracted to women before, but this... this was different. "Who are you?" Sam managed to say "I'm Helen, Helen Magnus, and you are?" "Sam, Samantha Carter, Major Samantha Carter, US Air Force. What am I doing here?" "I was about to ask you the same thing. How did you get past Security?" "Security? I was offworld, testing some new technology when, all of a sudden, I was here. Where is here by the way?" "You're in the Sanctuary. Offworld? What does that mean? Come, let's get some proper clothes on you and we can talk." Helen took Sam by the arm and led her out of the room to the elevator leading to her study. They talked on the way, each eyeing the other up and down, both finding the other extremely attractive, yet they were disturbed by how much they looked alike. Helen found a lovely silk robe for Sam to wear and they retired to the study. "The way you describe things, I think I'm in an alternate universe. My planet Earth doesn't have abnormals as you describe them" said Sam. "You may be right," said Helen, "But how did you get here? And why do we look alike?" "I don't know. I'm sure it had something to do with the device I was studying, but there must have been other factors as well." "Well," said Helen, "I was about to eat supper, would you care to join me?" "Yes please, I've been eating rations for days!" Supper turned into an intimate meal complete with candles for atmosphere and the finest food and wine from Helen's pantry. The two women couldn't take their eyes off of each other. Everything that one of them did, a gesture, a smile or flick of the hair caused the other to nearly gasp with lust. Finally, as the meal ended and the wine bottle was empty they both rose and reached across the table grasping each others hands. Slowly, still looking into each others eyes, they walked to the couch and sat down. Helen took Sam by the shoulders and slid the robe off of her. She was naked underneath, her nipples hard and goose bumps were rising on her arms and breasts. Sam blushed as Helen stood and removed her blouse and skirt. She was wearing a black lace brassiere and matching panties. She sat back down and put her hand to Sam's face, stroking her cheek ever so lightly. As Helen bent down to kiss her lips Sam sighed and surrendered herself completely. They kissed for what seemed like hours. Their tongues probed their mouths as their hands explored each other slowly, carefully, wanting the moment to last forever. As Helen caressed Sam's breasts, Sam reached back and unclasped Helen's bra, then, with a huge smile, she literally fell into Helen's cleavage. Sam was in heaven. She kissed, stroked, licked, kneaded, pinched and bit Helen's breasts turning herself and Helen into moaning animals. Helen stroked Sam's hair and finally lifted her face to hers and kissed her long and deep. Rolling Sam over on her back, Helen began to slowly nibble down Sam's body. She started with the nape of her neck, tickling and biting her, then slowly moved lower to her chest and breasts, teasing her with her tongue and teeth. As Sam squirmed, Helen moved lower to Sam's stomach spending several minutes around her bellybutton as she caressed Sam's sides. Sam was losing her mind. She had never felt such animalistic lust or let herself go like this before. Helen was driving her crazy! She wanted her to go lower, to finally reach her pussy but Helen was teasing her, taking forever to get there! Finally Helen reached Sam's pubic mound and she kissed and tugged the blonde hair with her teeth, kissing all around the area but never quite reaching Sam's lips or clit. Sam lifted her bottom off the couch and parted her legs to give Helen better access. Helen put her hands under Sam, squeezing her ass, and lifted her as she ran her tongue slowly up and down the length of Sam's vagina, slightly parting her pussy lips with her tongue. Sam moaned loudly and ran her fingers through Helen's hair as Helen's tongue slid in and out of her pussy. Sam was so wet that she hardly felt Helen's finger push into her, but when her tongue lapped at her clit she nearly broke Helen's nose she bucked so hard. Helen pushed a second finger into her and stroked them in and out faster and faster as she continued to lick and suck on Sam's clit. Sam bucked against her fingers moaning "Fuck me, Fuck me Fuck me..." as she pulled and twisted her own nipples and writhed on the couch. As Helen inserted a third finger Sam exploded. She came harder than she ever had, soaking Helen's face and hands with her juices. She was lost in ecstasy, her head spinning, totally out of control. Helen continued to lightly kiss Sam's pussy as Sam slowly came down from her orgasm. Sam opened her eyes and looked down to see Helen smiling as she kissed her way up her body and kissed her deeply tasting herself on Helen's mouth. Helen lay lightly on top of Sam as Sam recovered and they continued kissing lightly. Sam ran her hands up and down Helen's back then moved her hands lower to Helen's panty-covered ass. She loved the feel of the material and the warmth that came through as she caressed her. As Sam pulled on her ass, Helen responded by moving up Sam's body. They both knew what they wanted, and Helen slid slowly up and straddled Sam's face. Helen's panties were soaking wet and she rubbed them over Sam's eager face and lips. Sam inhaled the intoxicating scent and tried to lap up her juices through the material. Helen ground her pussy into Sam's face, fucking her nose and face with little regard for Sam's inability to breathe. She lifted up slightly when Sam pinched her ass, and laughed as she sat back down again. Sam was drowning in pussy and was loving it! Finally Helen lifted up long enough for Sam to move the material aside with her tongue and she was able to lick Helen's unobstructed cunt. She tasted so good! Almost the same as her own pussy. Helen lifted up and down slowly as Sam lapped and tongue fucked her. Sam was so turned on that she thought she might cum again without even touching herself. Helen got up, removed her panties and turned around so that she was facing Sam's feet and then sat back down on her face. Now she could play with Sam's body as Sam continued to eat her. Helen could feel Sam's fingers part her lips as she licked and sucked on her pussy. Helen had never been with a woman before, in all her 158 years she'd never been this attracted to anyone, male or female before. As she continued to face-fuck this beautiful young woman who looked like her, Helen got closer and closer to orgasm. Orgasms did not come easily to Helen, she usually had to work quite long to reach the point of no return. But now she smiled, knowing that it wouldn't be long before she came. She could feel her pubic hair catching on Sam's teeth as Sam licked her clit and that sent her over the edge. She bucked once, twice three times and sat full force on Sam's face as she came, screaming out "Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" finally collapsing on top of Sam. As her orgasm subsided Helen got up and took Sam's hand. Together they walked, naked to Helen's bedchamber. Helen pulled back the covers and they crawled in together. They embraced and snuggled up together playing touchy-feely games as they slowly drifted off to sleep. Sam woke up feeling warm and relaxed. She rolled over and found that Helen had risen earlier. The sun was shining in the room through the open window shade, illuminating the bookcases along two walls. She laid back on the pillows. Contentment didn't begin to describe how she was feeling. She hadn't felt this relaxed ever. Although, she did still feel a bit horny... She glanced over to the doorway and beheld a vision of loveliness. Standing in the doorway, her head cocked to one side in confusion, was Ashley Magnus, Helen's daughter. Ashley was in her mid twenties. She was 5'6" tall with shoulder-length blonde hair and straight bangs. She was dressed all in black; black leather jacket, black tight pants showing off every curve and black motorcycle boots. Sam smiled and Ashley said, "You look just like my mother! Who the hell are you?" "Well, that's a long story, my name is Samantha. Your mother has told me a lot about you," Sam said as she sat up on the edge of the bed, pulling the covers over her naked body. "I never thought my mom was that beautiful, but you..." Ashley walked towards the bed, her hips swaying seductively, "you are downright edible!" she exclaimed as she whipped off her jacket and crawled up on the bed, her legs straddling Sam's legs. She grabbed Sam by the back of the neck and pulled her in close, shoving her tongue down Sam's throat. Sam's hand immediately went to Ashley's crotch, feeling her hot cunt through the tight pants. Ashley squirmed on Sam's hand as she kissed her as deeply as she could. Sam reached up and ripped a hole in Ashley's shirt to get to her breasts, she wasn't wearing a bra. They were both randy as hell, both feeling dominant and rough with each other. Sam pinched Ashley's nipple hard, and was rewarded with a bite to her tongue. "You like that don't you, Bitch!" Sam blurted out. "Oh, you are asking for it!" Said Ashley and she roughly twisted Sam's arm behind her back causing Sam to lay on her stomach, her naked ass just begging for a spanking. Ashley smacked her ass hard as Sam squirmed, trying to get away. "You Fucking Whore!" shouted Sam as she received two more smacks, her ass starting to get red. She twisted hard to one side, swung her legs around Ashley's body flinging them both off the bed to the carpet, landing on top of Ashley. She grabbed Ashley's hands and held them over her head as she scooted higher up her body. "If I'm so edible, eat my cunt you filthy slut!" she cried as she smothered her pussy on Ashley's face. Ashley was loving every second of this. She buried her face in Sam's pussy, drinking down her juices as she lapped and chewed on Sam's pussy lips. As she reached up to play with Sam's tits, Sam reached behind her and started tweaking and pulling on Ashley's nipples. Sam arched her back, driving her pussy into Ashley's face as she felt an orgasm coming on. Ashley could tell she was close and started tongue fucking her as she rubbed her nose against Sam's clit. Sam leaned forward and came hard against Ashley's face, drenching her in her juices. Ashley pushed Sam off of her and stood up looking down on the strange woman with her mother's face. As she stripped of the remainder of her clothes she looked into Sam's eyes and said "My turn," and crawled up on the bed on all fours shoving her ass in the air. Sam got up saying "My pleasure!," and looked at the prettiest ass she'd ever seen. She kneeled on the floor and slapped Ashley's ass cheeks with both hands. Ashley turned and looked behind her and said, "Eat my ass," as she spread her cheeks wide. Sam looked at the tiny little bud and stretched out her tongue giving it a good lick. Ashley giggled with delight. She used both hands to spread her cheeks even wider as Sam licked all around the rim teasingly lapping up and down with the flat of her tongue. She darted her tongue in and out of the tight little hole as she ran her fingers lightly up and down Ashley's wet slit. She parted her pussy lips with her fingers, slipping one finger into her pussy. Ashley moaned and pushed back to meet Sam's finger. Emboldened, Sam put another finger and then a third into her cunt as she continued to lick the little brown asshole. "Oh, God, YES!" cried Ashley, "Give me more, Fuck my cunt, lick my ass, put another one in me!" "God, you're so tight, are you sure?" Sam asked, not really expecting an answer. "I want your whole hand, baby. Fist me!" Sam's eyes went wide as she slowly put a fourth finger in Ashley's pussy, fucking her gently, getting her whole hand wet. When she thought she was ready, she slipped her thumb under her fingers making a fist and pushed. "Oh Yeah! Do it, Do it Do it" Ashley breathlessly exclaimed as she pushed her ass back onto Sam's hand. Sam had her fist in all the way to the wrist now, sliding it in and out, in and out as Ashley breathed in short gasps, rocking back and forth along with Sam's rhythm. With the fingers of her other hand she reached around and started playing with Ashley's clit. Suddenly Ashley started babbling almost incoherently, "Ohmygodohmygodohmygodyeahyeahyesyesfukfukfukshitshitugugugugugugug" then she stopped and screamed as she came, convulsing on Sam's hand, drooling into the pillow, her head thrashing back and forth back and forth until finally she collapsed in a heap on the bed, her legs splayed out over the edge of the bed. "Wow!" said Sam, "that was incredible!" as she slowly slipped her fist out of Ashley's sopping wet pussy. "I see you've met my daughter," said a voice from the hall, "Samantha, Ashley. Ashley, this is Samantha, our guest." "Uhuh, mmmmm..." Ashley could barely talk Sam looked at Helen, blushed and stood up. "I, um, hope you don't mind, we kinda decided to get acquainted." "Helen just smiled and said, "No matter, I think I figured out what's going on her. Care to take a walk?" Sam grabbed her robe and followed Helen down the hall. As they walked Helen explained that the abnormal that arrived the previous day evidently had multiple powers. First, it caused an almost uncontrollable lust in humans within a certain proximity. Second, it could, when threatened, open a brief rift in space-time. Helen proposed that this rift, along with whatever technology Sam had been investigating combined to send Sam through to another universe. With the help of another abnormal and a unique software program of her own design, Helen was able to communicate with the creature. Evidently, both the creature and Helen believed that they could send Sam back to her own universe. Sam looked into helen's eyes, "I'm not sure I want to go, I think I like it here." 'Now, that's just the influence of the "Kaam Kasyapi", the abnormal. You have a life back home" Helen and Sam "I suppose I do. And it's a great life, traveling the stars." "Then let's get started" Helen began the difficult task of establishing communication with the "Kaam Kasyapi". After a few minutes she said, "Sam, go stand next to the crate." Sam moved over to the crate, looking back into an older version of herself. She couldn't help feeling sad. She'd miss Helen and her daughter. "Ready?" Sam took a deep breath, "Ready!, say goodbye to Ashley when she wakes up!" Helen laughed and said, "Oh, we'll have plenty to talk about...we'll miss you" They smiled at each other and suddenly Sam was back in the chamber standing next to the Ancient device. It was dark outside. She walked out to the lake and looked up at the stars in the sky. She smiled again and knew she's just experienced something that she probably could never share with anyone. Laughing, she dropped her robe and dashed into the lake. Helen & Tanesha Helen Long never thought in a million years that she would end up in this position. She never thought in a million years that she would be anything but a housewife. A housewife from the suburbs who was active in the PTA as well as other volunteer organizations. The kind of woman who one might describe as a June Cleaver. The type of woman one might think spends her days making brownies. Watching TV soap operas. Doing everything she can to make her life pleasant for her husband and children. But this suburban housewife has another life. Another life she never thought she would lead in a million years. Not that she is complaining about her life. Rather she accepts it and loves it. ***** ***** ***** A beam of light penetrates the motel room. Helen Long lies on the bed and watches the woman in front of her slowly remove her top to expose the most beautiful pair of breasts she has ever seen on a woman. A pair of brown skin breasts with large nipples. The kind of breasts any man------- or in this case any woman------ cannot help but want to reach out and simply caress. To gently squeeze and flick your fingertips across the nipples. Gently pinch them and watch them rise. To gently squeeze and hear the woman moan softly. "Come closely," Helen says after the woman in front of her removes her white cotton tank top and reaches down to stroke Helen Long's bare leg. Upon hearing this command the young woman leans over so her breasts are in the hands of her lover. She smiles as she feels two soft hands caress her nipples as if they are shiny pieces of silver being rubbed for good luck. The woman who to the young black woman is so kind and thoughtful. The woman who might be in her early 40's but still looks good. Reminding the 23 year old black woman of a glamorous movie star from the 40's and 50's. ***** ***** ***** They met a year earlier when Helen Long was taking a class at the Junior College. A class in English which she needed in order to receive her degree from the Junior College. The kind of degree which really means nothing. Except for those who like to brag to their friends that they went back to school and earned a degree. Even though it's only an AA Degree from a Community College. The class Helen took was a class that met on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings at 10am and in this class Helen sat next to a young woman who to her looked like one of those Black female entertainers her children were always watching on M-TV. The kind of young woman who was always wearing provocative cloths and always oozing sexuality. Upon first meeting the young woman who introduced herself as Tanesha Jackson, Helen was at first slightly intimidated by her thinking that the young woman was your stereotypical young, urban black girl. But as it turn out Tanesha was anything but intimidating and her attitude was that of a nice young lady who was talkative and inquisitive. She had an open personality that Helen Long could not help but like. Tanesha Jackson was someone you could not help but be attracted to. If the truth be known from the moment that Helen saw Tanesha Jackson she was attracted to the black woman who wore her hair in long braids and loved wearing tight-fitting cut-off blue jeans. Tanesha had the kind of look which drove Helen crazy with desire. The kind of desire she kept to herself on that first day and subsequent days. Even after she became her study partner. Meeting her in the afternoon at the library where they would study in a secluded part of the two-story building. Helen sitting back most of the time as Tanesha would talk about whatever topic they were studying in class. Whatever questions they had to answer for an upcoming quiz. ***** ***** ***** For months the relationship between the two women was strictly platonic. For months Helen and Tanesha would meet in the library to study and they would see each other in class. Although Helen Long had never had an affair with another woman she was a bold lady by nature and when she would meet with Tanesha she would often wonder when and where and how she could seduce her. It was not until the fourth month that Helen was finally able to express her emotions and desires. Doing so only after Tanesha made it known that she, too, had feelings of romance and lust. It was a Thursday afternoon at the Junior College Library and Helen and Tanesha were on the second floor where as usual they found themselves all alone. They both had a test the day before and the reason for their meeting on this particular day was to go over the test and to discuss the quiz they would take in a few weeks. But when Tanesha greeted Helen that day when they met in the front of the library the older woman could see that the younger woman was in no shape to discuss the proper rules of English. She was upset. Upset over a young man. With Helen listening in a motherly manner, the young black woman spoke at length about the trouble she was having with her boyfriend whom she referred to as LaVonn. "We all go through these things in life," Helen Long explain to Tanesha Jackson as tears began to swell up in her eyes as she recounted her tale of betrayal. "I know," Tanesha replied after hearing the words of understanding from the woman whom she innately trusted. She then did something which shocked Helen and which Tanesha neither explain nor apologize for. As the two women sat next to each other Tanesha took her right hand and rubbed her friend's leg. Doing so in a manner she might rub a man's leg. As if letting him know how she feels about him. It was at that moment that Helen decided it was time to let the object of her desire know how she felt about her. To let her know she wanted her and wanted her now. As the two of them sat at the desk in the corner of the library, Helen whispered to Tanesha that she loved the feel of her hand on her thigh and then she took Tanesha's hand and moved it up her leg so the black woman was touching her pussy. "I know of a place where we can go and make love," Helen Long told Tanesha Jackson. "Let's go then," Tanesha replied as she followed Helen's lead and squeezed the white woman between her legs. Feeling it already getting hot and moist. ***** ***** ***** By the time Helen and Tanesha found a hotel room they could barely refrain from keeping their hands off of each other. As they drove in Helen's car to a nearby hotel, Helen Long kept reaching over with her right hand to touch Tanesha's shoulder and when she did Tanesha would maneuver herself so her friend could rub her neck and slide her hand down the back to her waist. By the time the two women were in the manager's office of the hotel the younger of the two had her hands down the pants of the older woman massaging her ass. Doing so as Helen reserved a room for them and paid for it with her credit card. When they are finally able to wrap their arms around each other and begin to explore one another's bodies both Helen and Tanesha feel great exhilaration and great excitement. As their hands and their tongues explore one another's bodies. With the kind of passion they feel like they've never felt before. Except in the most erotic of dreams. By the time the two women left the motel room and drove back to the college it was nighttime and both of them had contented and satisfied looks on their faces. Both women having just had the best afternoons of their lives. Both of them experimenting with their sexuality in such a way that both of them knew they would never be the same. Helen and Tanesha saw each other again that weekend having made plans with one another in E-mails exchange back and forth. The two women met in the same hotel where they met before. For that second meeting Helen Long was able to escape from her house by telling her husband and kids that her English teacher wanted the class to attend a special lecture at the Museum. The kind of event where one had to dress up in their finest clothes. For Helen this meant a beautiful business suit she had bought when she was the President of the PTA and which she had worn one day to her English class at which time Tanesha made the comment that she looked like "one fine, white woman." Tanesha Jackson said this as a joke but for Helen the words stayed with her and so when she was deciding what she would wear to her second meeting with the young black woman she remembered the business suit. She remembered that as well as the new lingerie she had bought months before but which she had never worn. Had not even taken out of the box they came in. Underneath her business suit she wore a blue, lacy bra with matching panties. After putting these items on Helen Long looked at herself in the mirror and she had to admit to herself that as a middle-aged woman she still looked good. Still had the type of body that could drive men wild. As well as young sexy black women. ***** ***** ***** Tanesha was waiting for Helen in the hotel room when the older woman arrived. As she walked down the hall towards the hotel room she saw the door open and when it did from that door stepped Tanesha Jackson wearing nothing but a white french cut bra and panties. Looking like a Black porno queen who was ready for some fucking. Who is ready for a white woman to run her hands over her body and to lick her from head to toe. Which was exactly what Helen Long did on that day. Helen & the Hoodlum Helen looked at her watch, muttered a few well chosen words that would have shocked her mother to hear that Helen knew the meaning of; and hurried her steps. BiK would close in 10 minutes, she had to find something for David’s birthday before that. She stepped into the elevator and quickly eyed the sign on the wall. "Ladie’s underwear, 3rd floor"… that would be a splendid joke, but their mother would freak out. "Books and art supplies, 5th floor"… what would be the point of that? David always bought books, she didn’t want to risk giving him something he had already read. "Audio & Video, 7th floor"… that would do. She’d buy him some technical gizmo. She reached out to press the button, but before she had touched it, a guy stormed into the levator and slammed the button labelled "7" with the palm of his hand. Helen jerked her hand back, and turned around. Her companion was a young black boy, younger than herself, approximately 18-19 years old, and dressed like a stereotypical thug. He leaned his back against the wall, chewing a gum. Helen looked away, so he wouldn’t catch her staring at him. First floor, second floor, third, fourth… right between fourth and fifth, the elevator stopped, with a loud noise and a violent shake, that made Helen lose her balance and fall to the floor. "What the fuck..?" growled the boy. The elevator didn’t move. "Oh, no!" said Helen, crawling back up and brushing her hands. They looked at each other. "Press the alarm button!" said the boy, no, when she looked at him, she realized that he was a young man, not a boy. She pressed the red button. Nothing happened. "Shit!" said the young man. "Must be something wrong with the power." "There’s a phone over there," said Helen, and pointed to a box over in the corner. He opened the box door and tried the phone. "Hullo? Yeah… this damned elevator’s broken, and we’re trapped in here! Huh? The one in front of the toys’ section… How long will that take? Ah, fuck! Tell them to hurry up!" He hung up, and slid against the wall until he sat on the floor. "They’re gonna call for a repair guy," he said. "Won’t be here for at least half an hour!" Helen sighed, and sat down opposite him. Her dress was already dirty, sitting down on the floor wouldn’t matter. The young man sulked. Helen felt nervous by the awkward silence. "What’s `10K´?" she asked, pointing at the print on his sweater. "A rap group," he said. "They’re really fucked up!" The way he said it made Helen wonder if he was being sarcastic. At least she had managed to break the ice. "What’s your name?" she said. "Rick," he said. "You?" "Helen," she said. "You never heard of 10K?" he asked. "No," said Helen. "I don’t know that many rap groups." "Wrong colour," Rick grinned. "Excuse me?" "Rap’s not for white people," said Rick. "It’s the poor man’s music. Gangsta rhythms. Ghetto songs. Rap is the voice of the ghetto." "But there are some rap musicians that are white," Helen protested. "White trash!" said Rick. "Wannabes! They think it’s just a matter of grabbing the mike and letting off steam, but it’s not! Rap comes from the inside! It’s the sound of a black man’s heart in the white man’s world!" Helen didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know anything about rap music, she always thought it sounded like an auction. Besides, she had more urgent matters to think about right now. The walls of the elevator seemed to be moving inwards. So did the ceiling. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. "How long have we been in here?" she muttered, and checked her watch again. "Don’t like the company?" said Rick. "It’s not that," said Helen. "I just don’t like being trapped in a small elevator. "Yeah, right!" said Rick. "Hey, they’ll get us out of here in about one hour, and then you’ll be rid of me, and you can go home to your rich family!" "One… hour?" Helen panted. She was breathing heavil now, and her eyes flew around the tiny cube in which she was stuck. "Hey, are you OK?" said Rick, finally realizing that she wasn’t acting, something was really wrong. Helen got up, and started banging the door. "HELP!" she screamed. "Let me out! Let me out! Help! Help!" "Hey, calm down!" said Rick, and got to his feet. "I’m not gonna hurt you!" Helen screamed as loud as she could, and attacked the door with her shoulder. "Helen!" Rick shouted, and grabbed her arm. He was surprised when she threw herself around his neck and cried hysterically. He mumbled comforting words in her ear, and helped her to sit down. "Are you OK?" he said. "What’s wrong?" "Clau…stro…phobia," Helen whispered. "Huh?" "I can’t be… in small places," she explained, through her deep, ragged breath. "I get… panic attacks." "Hey, it’s OK," said Rick, and his rough voice had an unexpected tenderness to it. "Nothing’s gonna hurt you. I’m here. Talk to me. Stay with me, Helen!" She looked into his eyes, and did her best to breathe deeply. She still had her arms around him, and he held her, not tight, not in a way that made her feel captured, but gentle and supportive. His hands were resting lightly on her back. He kissed her. Her eyes widened, and he pulled back a little, worried that he had scared her even more with his impulse. She kissed him back. Thin, pink lips against full, brown lips. Two pink tongues meeting, tasting each other, carefully, lightly. Helen felt her fear slowly go down the drain. "Feeling better?" said Rick. She nodded. They were still holding each other. He kissed her again, this time more eager. She answered him, and her grip around his shoulders tightened. He pulled her closer. Her left hand went under his sweater, touched the smooth, warm skin, her right hand caressed his short, curly hair; it reminded her of a poodle’s fleece. His hands got under her silk blouse, under the silk linen she had under it instead of a bra, and he couldn’t tell what was softer, her clothes or her skin. He felt almost afraid to hurt her. She seemed so small and delicate. Gently, he moved his hands to her breasts, caressed them, lifted her clothes up so he could see them. Ah, they were beautiful. Small and pointy, with tiny raspberries for nipples. He had always liked raspberries. He tasted them, nibbled them into his mouth, had his tongue glide over them, round them, sucked on them, made love to them with his tongue. Helen’s breathing was getting heavy again, but this time, it wasn’t out of fear. He moved his hands down to explore the rest of her body. She had a small, round butt, not full and soft like his usual lovers, but tight and firm and sexy. Her legs were long and slim and dressed in some type of stocking, he couldn’t tell what they were made of, but they were not as soft as the skin that met his finger tips, as they moved up under her skirt. She bit his earlobe, left a trail of bites and kisses down his neck, put her hands under his sweater, let them slide over his hairless chest, over his flat, hard belly. She reached his jeans, and with a questioning look into his eyes, she opened the first button. He held his breath, and didn’t dare to do anything but let his hands rest on her thighs. She opened another button… and another… and another… Her little hand slid under his boxers, and wrapped itself around his hard-on. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of having her hand jerk up and down the shaft of his manhood. He looked up when she suddenly straddled him. He pulled up her skirt to her waist, and gazed at her fancy underwear; panties, stockings, and a garterbelt, all in pink silk and lace. Sexy. And that’s what she walked around in on a Wednesday? For going shopping? She moved her panties aside, and guided the head of his cock to her opening. She slid down over it, impaled herself on him, and he grunted when her tight, soft, moist folds embraced him. He held her butt, caressed it, pinched it, and she rode him like he had been a horse. She held onto his shoulders to steady herself. She was in control. He wasn’t used to that, but he liked it. Oh, shit, he could feel that he wasn’t going to last very long! He tried to hold it back, didn’t want this to end, but it was just too damned good. He threw his head back and groaned when he filled her with bitter juice, and she winced, and refused to stop, she kept riding him up and down, desperately trying to reach her climax before he went soft. He wet his fingers, and stuck them under her curls, searched for the magic button, found it, and helped her all he could, rubbing her clit; watching in fascination as the double stimulance pushed her over the edge. He watched greedily as she came hard on him. He could feel her pussy cramp up around him, and she hid her face against his hsoulder, muffled her own cry of passion, and rubbed herself against him in spasmic movements. Finally, she relaxed in his arms. "You’re fine, girl," he whispered in her hair. "Damned fine." She straightened her back and smiled at him. At that moment, there was a loud noise, and the elevator started moving downwards. "It’s working!" said Helen. They quickly got on their feet and straightened their clothes. Helen wiped Rick’s cum off with a handkerchief, and put it in her handbag. A few seconds later, the elevator stopped, and the door opened to the first floor and revealed a large group of people waiting for them. When Helen and Rick got out of the elevator, an old man in a pinstriped suit walked up to them, and shook their hands. "As vice president of BiK, I want to offer my sincerest apologies for the inconveniance you have suffered," he said. "I would also like to make this up to you, by present you each with a gift certificate for $50, as a small compensation." "Thank you," said Helen, and accepted the little white envelope he gave her. "You’re most kind." Rick took his envelope without a word. "You may do your delayed shopping now, if you wish," the vice president continued. "Our staff will be at your service." "Thank you," said Helen. "I wanted to find a birthday present for my brother. Some funny technical gizmo, I don’t know…" "I gotta go!" said Rick. "I, eh… I’ll be back another day. So, eh… see ya! Bye!" He left the store before Helen could say a word. The envelope burned in his hand. $50! That was even more than what the CD records he’d been going to steal was worth. He put the envelope in his pocket, and began to walk the long way home. Every now and then, he brought his fingers to his face and inhaled their scent. The scent of Helen. Helen and Troy I lie here, contented in his arms. He squeezes my massive breast and pulls my nipple lazily. I smile sleepily, reliving the sweet memories of our passionate lovemaking. I think of you briefly, but stamp down on my guilt for it was you who first brought this beautiful young man into our bed. It was you who introduced me to Troy in one of our hotel room assignations. "Oh baby," he murmurs, nuzzling my ear kissing and me gently. Delightfully, he throws one leg over my waist to trap me and snuggles in for a delicious cuddle, his cock resting snugly along the crack of my ample ass. Our sweet reverie is interrupted rudely when the door of our motel room bursts open and you stand there with four thick, hulking men, none of whom would be out of place as a bar room bouncer. Troy and I freeze and we scramble, confused, for our clothes. "Don't bother, you won't be needing those right now," you say coldly. "Please, Jay!" I stamp down my nausea and try to extricate Troy from this mess. "It's my fault... Troy..." My words fail me under your withering stare. Two of the men move toward Troy and grab him, one by each arm. His futile struggles and curses frighten me and annoy them. I see you walk toward him and slap him hard across the face. His saliva and the blood from his cut lip fly across the room. He grunts with pain and shock. "Please, Jay," I try again holding on to your arm, but you just strike me to the ground with a backhand to the face. "You leave her alone!" Troy screams. "We love each other and there's nothing that you can do about it!" "We'll see about that," you say quietly. You nod to the two men holding Troy and I can see their grip tighten considerably. You nod to one of the other men who has been standing guard by the door. He produces a four foot long Whangee cane. You take it from him and without looking at anyone, test its strength and flexibility. "Jesus, Jay! Please don't do this! I do not belong to you!" "You do, bitch," you say simply. "And now young Troy here is going to learn what happens to men who touch my property uninvited." Troy struggles fiercely and nearly breaks free of your two heavies. You jerk your head at the other two men, telling them to help to hold him steady. One of them calmly locks the door before moving toward Troy and I know that this day is going to be the worst of my life. Two of the men crouch down and hold his legs, spread eagle while the other two grip him firmly by the arms. "Leave me alone!" he bellows and you dip down and scoop up the bra and thong that I had discarded on the floor by the door on my way to his bed. You stuff these into his mouth, gagging him. You walk around him, taking him in from all angles. He really is beautiful and I see an appreciation for his fragile beauty in your eyes. It is this beauty that you plan to destroy. You walk up to him and reaching between his legs for his long, flaccid penis, you stroke him to a reluctant hardness. He begins to cry as the realization dawns about what you have decided to do to him. He shakes his head pleadingly but you only smile wickedly back at him. You position yourself and take aim. You strike down mercilessly on his thick, jutting hardness with your cane. Even through the gag, his scream is blood curdling. He tries to pull away, but your men hold him fast. You strike him again and despite being held his body manages to jump, trying to get away from the pain. The men continue to hold him through your third, fourth, fifth and sixth blows. His erection wilts after every strike, but you keep bringing it back to life with the gentle caresses and loving suckling of one of your helpers. Troy slumps in the men's arms but they force him to stand on his own feet while receiving his punishment. "Please Jay," I beg, grabbing on to your arm. "Whip me instead!" "I will slut," you promise calmly, "but now it is his turn." Troy is shaking his head violently, begging you to have mercy. He weeps, his nose runs and he has pissed himself. You approach him again and I see him shrink away. You remove the gag from his mouth and his moans are piteous. "So Troy," you say conversationally, "will you be touching my nasty little slut in the future?" "No, Sir!" Troy croaks. "Good!" you say returning his gag to his mouth. "That wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, but just to make sure that you never think of touching ANY man's property in the future..." You strike down hard on his penis again, and again, and again, and again, and again... and again. Over the next 10 minutes I count 18 strikes, one for each year of his life. He is almost unconscious when you have the men throw him face first on the bed and you give him 20 of your best on his bare ass before allowing your friend to rape him. The room is silent except for his weeping and mine. Troy lies there cradling his tortured cock, mewling pitifully. You wait for him to recover himself a little and then you tell the men who had dragged me away when I tried to rush to comfort him, to hold me in the centre of the room. You begin my punishment. You tell me that you will give me 41 strikes across my nipples and 20 on my ass when you're through punishing my breasts. Although there is no point in begging, I do. I promise you to do anything that it will take to appease you. I apologize for my conduct and admit that I am a nasty whore. I scream for help, hoping that someone will hear me and come to my aid. You tease my nipples to a puffy hardness by pulling on them and suckling them deeply into your mouth. You look into my eyes and promise me quietly, "this will hurt slut." You smile slightly, and continue, "but not as much as you hurt me when you go whoring your filthy body around with other men. You should have known better! Troy is young enough to be your son! Our son! If you want a baby why don't you let me put one in your womb? I would never have thought that you were a cougar, Helen. Come on, love, stick your chest out; you know that it's going to happen so just get it over with." You surprise me with your first blow! I scream and you move calmly toward the bed, turn Troy over and squeezing his jaws, open his mouth and retrieve my bra and thong. You force them into my mouth roughly. "You don't mind trading saliva with Troy do you, bitch?" I groan and grunt and scream as you whip my nipples repeatedly. They become numb with the pain and refuse to stand up, but you keep bringing them back to reluctant life in order to punish them further. I wet myself and slump in the hands of your assistants. As with Troy, they right me every time I flounder so that I must take my punishment on my feet. I have screamed myself voiceless long before my 41st strike and I pray for death. You take my left nipple into your mouth, and I thrust the right one at you as well, begging you to cool it with your saliva. "Are you going to be a good slut and give me your ass without a fuss?" you ask jokingly. "I really don't want my friends to have to hold your buttocks open, but if they have to, they will." I look at you, knowing that it is futile to try to escape my fate. I climb onto the bed on my knees and crouch forward with my face in the sheets next to Troy's prone body. My hands reach behind reluctantly, but I grasp my two fleshy bubbles and hold them apart as wide as I can, giving you a look at my quivering ass hole at the bottom of my deep cleft and my trembling pussy lips just in front of that. I hear you invite the men to take a look at me. They make lewd remarks that shame me beyond belief. "Relax now, you filthy bitch. Keep your face there, you'll soon have all your holes filled. Do you think that you can take five white men at once? None of us is as large as you seem to want perhaps, but we're not too bad, and we'll do our best to plow your holes out for you, cunt. You'll make people think that you're starved for attention if you're going to try to take on an 18-year old cub behind my back. Are you insane, woman? Do you want people to think that I'm not taking care of my business?" I don't know how, but I survive the 20 blows to my fleshy ass. My rump feels as if I am sitting directly on a fire, but surprisingly I feel the juices trickling from my pussy down my leg. Spanking has always been part of our play, but this beating is extreme, even for you. In vain, I hope that you will not notice this, but you smell my arousal and reach between my legs to frig my slippery pussy until I beg you to allow me to cum. Your friends laugh when you refuse me. I feel the bed sink beneath me and my legs are forced apart roughly by your knee. I feel you thrust into me in one stroke. I know that it's you even without looking. You have ridden me doggy style so many times that I would know the feel of you even among a thousand men. You are not gentle and you ram your pelvis down, repeatedly, on my burning rump until you cum. "Gentlemen?" you say when your juddering subsides. I hear all of the men undress. You make me look. Each sports a proudly jutting cock upwards of eight inches in length and between two and four inches in diameter. One of the men approaches me and uses his heavy cock to spank my face. I gasp and he plugs my mouth with his monster and begins fucking my face violently. Another man smiles at me as he stuffs his nine-inch phallus into the pussy that you have just abandoned and I struggle to remove myself from his painful prick when I feel my ass being impaled by a third, even larger, man. I claw at the bed, clinging to my sanity, but it is in threads, especially after I feel the soles of my feet being caned by someone whom I assume to be you. I feel someone push Troy to the floor and I hear him kick him. This man palms my left breast, pulling repeatedly on my already sore nipple. I feel him squeeze in and take my nub into his mouth. He suckles hungrily, but it brings me none of the usual pleasure after the pain of my brutal caning. I am raped repeatedly for the next two hours. Each man takes a turn at each of my holes. I have nearly drowned in cum on four occasions and the excess runs down my chin and drips from my breasts like mother's milk. Each time that my sore and weakening ass is breached it seems as if the cock filling me gets larger. My mind refuses to think of the possibilities arising from the fact that none of you has worn a condom. Eventually you order them away from me and although in pain and stiff, I curl up like a foetus, willing the world to disappear. The men leave, and you cover my trembling body with a light cloth. "Why do you make me have to do this to you, bitch?" you mutter angrily. "Don't you know that it kills me to have to punish you like this? You're a nasty, degenerate, old cunt, but I really like you and I don't want to get angry with you. You're too good in bed for me. I will not let you go! I can't!" You offer me a glass of water that I refuse. "Don't be like that, Helen," you chide me. "You know that you need it. You're behaving as if I you thought that I wouldn't find out about you and Troy. Don't you get it, slut? Your sexy, little chocolate Jamaican body, BELONGS to me. You are NEVER to allow other men to touch you unless you receive my permission in advance. How many times do I have to tell you this? I hope that after tonight I won't have to discuss this again. Make no mistake sweetie, I am a patient man, but even I have limits. If I catch you with Troy again I am going to geld him and have you eat his cock, do you hear?" I do not answer. You become angry and shout at me. "DO YOU HEAR, SLUT?" you scream grabbing my hair and forcing me to meet your eyes. "Yes, Sir?" I whisper tearfully. "Good girl," you say gently, and lying next to me on the bed, you reach over to cuddle me. "You may be a filthy slut and a fucking whore, but you're my slut!" you say with finality. You throw a leg over my waist, to trap me as you kiss my naked back. You nuzzle my ear and tickle my painfully hot nipple. I feel your erection growing hard against my buttocks and know that I will soon be servicing you again. My tears flow as I hear Troy get up, struggle into his clothes, and limp away from the room, defeated, into the dark night. We both know that there is less chance of the police hearing of this than of you letting me go. I know that I will never see him again. My heart breaks. Helen at Work Helen is my partner, and she loves sex. Which makes me happy, as I do as well. She has had several boyfriends since getting divorced, and she was seeing one man when she first met me, or rather, him and his friend ... more of that another day though The other week she came home a bit flustered, and told me that she had had a phone call from Ben (boyfriend when she met me). He had rung her work on business, not knowing that she worked there (different company), and he recognised her voice, asked if it was her, and told her who he was. He started talking dirty she said, asking if she was getting enough cock these days, and asked her is she still liked to wear short denim skirts, because he missed fucking her doggy style with the skirt pushed up over her hips and feeling her tits in his hands as he fucked her. She said her boss came in then so she tried to talk normally to him, and he switched on to what she was doing. He ended the call by saying that he would pop by, now that he knew where she worked By this time, she was on her back on our bed, and I was sucking her nipples whilst fingering her through her g-strings, feeling how wet she was getting, so I slid on top and we fucked each other Last Friday, she got home a bit later than normal, and she took me by the hand, and pulled me onto the bed and told me to strip her and fuck her. She was panting and just about stripped herself, and as her clothes came off, I could smell cum, in fact looking closely, her tits had dried cum on them, and her g-strings were covered in it. I wasted no time talking, and went down on her, she was still wet and swollen, and whilst I tongued her, pulling her clit with my teeth, she told me what had happened to her Ben came by just after lunch, with Mike, his mate from a few years ago. They chose Friday, because most businesses slow down then, and with only having a small staff anyway, they took a chance that she would be alone. She was, her boss and the sales team were out at lunch, and Helen knew they wouldn't be back. She was in the back when they rang the bell on the counter, and she said she nearly fainted when she came out and saw them both there. Helen only wears g-strings (sometimes high-cut teddies/body suits, which are see through) to work, under her tight-fitting trousers - no vpl she says, flattish shoes and a shirt with a normal bra (but she said, if she had known they were coming she would have worn something else) When she got over the shock of seeing them, she said her pussy started to get wet, and her nipples got hard too, which they both noticed, Ben and Mike both commenting on them, saying that they hoped they still tasted as good as they remembered! After a few questions about the company product, they came around the counter, and asked if she was alone. Helen told them she was, and with that, Mike, who was standing to one side of her put his hands on her hips and turned her to face Ben, who leant forward and kissed her neck whilst starting to undo her blouse. Mike had already undone the zip on her trousers and was pulling them down off her hips, and then he stopped to pull his own trousers down, pressing his hard cock into her arse. Helen said he was bare, no jocks, and wet with pre-cum. Ben by now had her blouse undone and was tugging it off her arms, before undoing her bra and then bending down to suck her tits, fondling them at the same time, and squeezing them too Helen said he stopped playing with her whilst he stripped, and sat back on her desk, then put his hand on her head pulling her forward. She said she didn't hesitate, just went down on him, and he tasted as good as she remembered. She always liked giving him head, as she was a good size she told me, and tasted so good. Mike had stripped too, and was just coming from locking the door, he reached forward to play with her breasts, before pulling her trousers off over her shoes, and then her g-strings, and then he got under her and started to lick her pussy. She said that this was a bit awkward because of the desk, and her sucking Ben off, so he got up, and sat next to Ben, so could suck them both off, turn and turn about They stayed like this for a few minutes before Ben got up, opened his backpack and took out a short, very short, denim mini-skirt, which he told her to put on, and a pair of high heels - Helen said he even got the size right too! They were black, patent spike heels, and as soon as she had the clothes on, she had her head pulled back onto Mikes cock, which was getting really wet and he was starting to moan, whilst Ben had put his cock into her pussy, pushing up her skirt and was pounding into her. Helen said she loved the feeling, of being used , and could feel herself cumming too. They all seemed to cum at the same time; Mike pulled out just after he came, so she only got to swallow a bit of his cum, the rest went on her tits; and she came over Ben's cock, who also pulled out and came over her arse and pussy. He then turned her around and she licked the remaining cum off him, before doing the same to Mike. They told her to keep the skirt and shoes in her car, as they would be coming back again in a few weeks, with another mate, and some more clothing, but nothing too substantial though, just enough I can't wait for them to cum back, and nor can she. Will let you know what happens Helen Books Marco and Tony It's always a compliment when you get asked back by a client, particularly after only a week. Sometimes, like when they are the wrong side of 50 it's a bit of a chore, but when they are like Helen, about 30, big firm tits, tight pussy and a willing ass it's a real pleasure. Last time I saw her I played up to her submissive side with a bit of spanking, this time she has asked that we send another escort with me to that she can fulfill her fantasy of having 'two guys to fuck me senseless and treat me like their dirty little slut'. So Tony is joining me. Like me he's dark and with an Italian background, well built in all areas and pretty happy to be dominating beautiful women. We worked together last month, spent the afternoon with one of Rose's friends, Susan, a voluptuous nymphomaniac who even left me drained. I was expecting more of the same from Helen! She opened the door this time in a velour leisure suit, which was not at all what I was expecting as most of them make an effort. She showed us in and told us to help ourselves to a drink from the fridge while she changed and with that she disappeared upstairs. We were about half way through our bottles of Kronenberg 1664 when she calls us to come up to the bedroom. When we get there I was half expecting a room full of candles and incense but it was surprised at how bright it was, and even more surprised by the change in Helen! Her dark hair was shining and falling softly around her face. Dark mascara framed her eyes and deep red lipstick made her full lips even more desirable. I could see matching nail polish on her shapely nails and guessed that her toes would be the same. They were hidden as her feet were in glossy kitten heel pumps, the sheen of the shoes matched by that of her lace topped stockings. She was tall anyway and the effect made her taller still. Above the stocking tops her creamy thighs were split by tiny black lace panties with a red trim, and above was a magnificent black and red half cup Basque, laced tight under her magnificent breasts leaving her gorgeous nipples exposed. I remembered last time how much she loved having those nipples sucked and played with, I was sure that with both of us chewing on them we could almost make her come -- well, I was very willing to try! "Well, what do you think?" she said raising her arms above her head and slowly turning around and around so that we could admire her. "And I have a surprise for you as well, you just have to find it." Tony grinned wolfishly and placed his empty bottle down on the dressing table next to mine. We both walked towards her and she suddenly looked frightened, as if the reality of what we were going to do to her in the next few hours was hitting home.Whether she liked it or not she was ours now and she was going to get the fucking of her life. I grabbed a wrist and pulled her towards me and then stepped behind her and grabbed the other one, pinning her arms behind her back. Tony ran the tips of his fingers down her face and down onto her breasts, crushing them in his big hands before sucking a flint like nipple into his mouth. I licked and nibbled at her ear lobes, enjoying her perfume and feeling her shiver as Tony sucked remorselessly on her tits. "So this is it Helen, two hard horny studs are going to fuck you every way they can, I bet you have been dreaming of this all your life haven't you? I bet you spent all last night with your fingers in your sticky pussy thinking about this, and I bet I know where you want Toni's big cock don't I? Tell me where you want it Helen; tell me where you want to be fucked" She was groaning as Tony sucked and pulled at her nipples, her head was bent back and twisted in ecstasy as she gasped "In my arse, I want it in my arse, please fuck my arse!" Now Tony didn't know about her preference, I hadn't told him and his head snapped upright as he looked into her eyes. "You little slut!!!" "Marco lets get her on the bed and get started before my cock explodes." We half carried her over to the bed, the black silk sheet almost matching her Basque and making the flesh between her stocking tops and the Basque and the creamy explosion of her boobs stand out more. She had a wrought iron headboard that was perfect for what I had in mind for her next. I pulled a pair of handcuffs from my pocket and pulling her arms above her head locked them to her wrists. Then I snapped a 'D' ring to the link between the cuffs and looped the chain around one of the centre bars of the headboard before fixing it back into the ring so she was secured to it but with room for us to move her around as we wanted. Tony and I stood beside the bed and stripped down to our boxers, she was fascinated by the hard muscles of our bodies but even more so by the bulges in our shorts. She looked fantastic lying there, arms stretched out above her, tits pointing up to our gaze, the nipples hard and glowing. I moved down the side of the bed, lightly running my hand down her leg as I did so until I slipped off her shoe. Tony, on the other side did the same, before like a well oiled machine we ran our hands back up her get to the silky flesh above her stocking top. With a nod, we both leant forward and sucked on a hard nipple as we stroked all around her thighs and pussy, softly teasing as she started to writhe and roll her hips towards our fingers, trying to get us to make contact with the heat we could feel between her legs. Tony cracked first, breaking off his sucking to mutter. "C'mon Marco, lets get at her cunt." Before reaching forward and pulling at the thin straps of her thong, dragging the soaking scrap away from her pussy, sticky strands clinging to it as he quickly pulled her knickers down and off. It was her turn to grin now. "Do you like your surprise boys?" She giggled. Looking down between her thighs you could see that the hair had been neatly shaved from around her arse and the lips of her pussy, and that the dark thatch above that I remembered, had been trimmed close and then shaved into a perfect little arrow pointing down towards her clit and the pussy below. "I didn't think you would get lost but hey, let's not leave these things to chance." she chuckled. Tony nodded appreciatively before reaching back to his jacket for his phone. Helen tried to close her legs as she could see that he was going to take a photo but a look from me stopped her. "Now Helen, remember what happened last time you tried to say no to me?" She looked chastened, Tony just grinned and stood at the end of the bed, camera poised. "Open you legs wider Helen, wider still, bit more - now bend your knees, bring your heels towards you - that's better - just push your knees outwards now." She looked incredibly vulnerable in that position, the lips of her pussy were spread apart and I could see the juice dribbling out of her cunt and down to her arse hole. Higher up and the hard red lump of her clit was visible poking out of its hiding place. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. Tony took several shots of her pussy and newly shaved pubic hair, each one made her breathe faster and more shallowly, as if the click and whirl of the camera was a tongue flicking across her clit. When he had finished he put his camera away and stripped off his boxers. His cock, already three quarters erect, wasted no time in growing to it's full size with a few firm movement of his hand. He moved to climb onto the bed and was clearly going to fuck her without any further ado when I stopped him. "Tony, come here and shove that down her throat please, keep her quiet for me." He just looked at me and climbed on the bed further up, first running his cock between those luscious tits and then holding her head up as he fed his long thick cock into her mouth. She tried to move but to no avail, his body pinned her torso down and the chain held her arms firmly above her head. He was soon just using her mouth like a sex toy, holding her head firm as he moved his cock in and out of her, slowing down so she could suck harder before sinking deep inside her. I loved the sight of it and was tempted to just watch him cover her in spunk but time was moving on. "Now Helen, you really must learn not to struggle, argue, disobey or even hint at anything like that when I'm around or you must face the consequences" Reaching over to the dressing table I picked up the 1664 bottle and showed it to her. The fear in her eyes told me that she knew my intentions straight away. Tony just gave his usual grin and fucked his cock deeper into her mouth. I pushed the tapered neck of the bottle against the lips of her cunt and pushed gently. The first couple of inches went in easily before I started to meet any resistance and a firm push had it about half way in. Gripping the end of the bottle tightly I began to rhythmically pump the makeshift dildo in and out of her, enjoying the sight of her stocking tops, now soaked with her juice and the little arrow telling me where she wanted my attention. Tony looked back and muttered "Oh man, I want some pussy!" before climbing off her to stand opposite me. Despite herself I could see that she was enjoying being violated by the bottle as her hips were bucking and more and more was disappearing inside her with every thrust. Tony could see that she was close to coming so bent down to suck at her nipples, twisting, biting, chewing -- anything to increase the pleasure she was enjoying. It didn't take long from there before she came, pulling against the chains and moaning loudly as her hips slammed against the bed. The bottle made a loud 'plopping' sound as I pulled it out and set it back onto the dressing table. That fraction of a second was all Tony needed to climb onto the bed and shove his engorged cock straight up the helpless girl with one savage thrust. The bottle may have been wide but Tony was much longer and her eyes rolled back in her head as his hard cock filled her completely. He hooked her legs over his arms and began to slam into her furiously. There was no finesse; he was just going to pump his spunk into her as soon as he could, knowing full well that she could do nothing about it. She had her eyes closed now and was biting her lip against his assault, his final deep thrust and shout of "you fucking slut!" as he pumped deep inside her was enough to trigger another orgasm in her. Tony pulled out of her, wiping his cock on her stocking clad leg, his spunk and her juice forming an ever growing wet patch on the bed. "I'm getting another beer." was all he said as he walked out of the room leaving me with a satisfied looking Helen. She looked so sexy lying there that I didn't waste much time sinking my cock into her. I turned her over onto her side a little and lifted her leg up, sliding my hot cock into her in a sort of exaggerated spoons position. I like this way as it gives free access to her tits and the rest of her pussy with my right hand and I was soon squeezing her hard nipples as I gently fucked her. Tony came back into the room with two beers and gave me a nod of appreciation as he enjoyed the sight of her chained and helpless, shot through with hot cock. "If we are going to fuck her ass next then we'll need some lube." he said "Have you got any babe or shall I just force my way in?" "Bedside draw." She panted as I pinched one of her nipples harder. Tony opened the draw and pulled out a pump tub of Hot Cinnamon anal lube, a large one at that. He chuckled as he held it up "Looks like she get her ass fucked on a regular basis, this is half empty - and look at what else we have!" he said as he pulled out a well used looking purple vibrator and what I recognised as a 'butt screw' a corkscrew looking device in bright green that looked evil and fairly new. I reached for the vibrator and deftly switched it to its highest setting before sliding it down between us. It was now resting between the cheeks of her ass and across her puckered hole, vibrating nicely against the base of my dick. The effect on her was electric though, she was soon gasping and gripping my cock hard with her cunt as her third climax approached. I didn't really have to do anything as her squeezing was enough to drain what felt like a gallon of spunk out of me, the strong spurts kept coming as I flooded her sloppy pussy with more and more spunk. I lay slightly breathless, holding Helen's heaving chest as we both recovered our composure. I pulled out, turned off the vibrator and sat on the side of the bed, looking up to see Tony finish his beer and give his rapidly hardening cock a couple of lewd wanks. "C'mon Marco, lets get to the main event now shall we, lets get her arse in the air so I can fuck it." The point of the chain was that it gave us flexibility to move her how we wanted and soon she was on all fours, arse in the air. I loved the way her stockings and then the Basque framed her arse with bands of black, the red trim being picked up by the livid red smear of her pussy, swollen and gaping from the recent fucking. In contrast the pale pink of her arsehole looked almost discrete and virginal, well until Tony covered it in hot Cinnamon lube and then started to ream first one, then two then three fingers into it that was! I was surprised at how rough he was but as all the sounds Helen were making were of pleasure it was hard to argue. It didn't take him long to be on the bed behind her, his cock lined up in position and then pushing surprisingly gently into her, making sure that each inch was accepted before pushing deeper. Once he had his whole cock inside her he pulled out and added even more lube before plunging firmly in again. Grabbing the thin material of her Basque for purchase he quickly built up to a steady rhythm, one from the sounds that she was making Helen heartily approved of! Blessed with natural stamina and already having come once she was in for a long, long ride on his long, long cock, I hoped that this was what she wanted because there was no stopping Tony once he started, all he was born to do was fuck and he was a star at it. I watched them for a while, her arse shaking from the pounding and tits swinging and swaying. I reached down and tweaked her nipples for a while, listening to the grunts and groans from them. Tony suddenly slowed down and pulled his cock out of her arse with a yelp. "Jesus Marco, I think my back has gone. Give me a rest will you, get your cock in here for a minute or too while it settles down" I quickly stepped in, enjoying the smooth tightness of her arse and remembering how I'd given it a good spanking the previous week a gave her a few hard whacks to remind her about it. This made her contract her muscle and grip me tighter so I kept on doing it- whack -- whack -- whack - whack in time to my thrusting, her wailing became more from delight from pain as I pumped harder and faster, feeling my balls tighten as her wailing became a banshee howl and her orgasm ripped through her, my scalding spunk shooting up her arse quickly after. Pulling out I watched the spunk soaking into her stockings as it flowed out of her gaping arse. I went over to the top of the bed and unclipped the handcuffs from the headboard, leaving her wrists still cuffed together. She rolled over onto her back and shuffled into a sitting position, she leant back against the cold headboard, obviously oblivious to the discomfort she sat breathing deeply with sweat running down her brow. "Could I have a drink please?" She croaked the first words she had spoken for an hour. I went into the en-suite and brought her a glass of water and a towel, unclipping one cuff so she could clean herself. She sat there and drank her water, breathing deeply and dabbing the perspiration from her body. It was Tony that broke the silence in typical fashion. "Well Helen, I haven't come this far to only blow one wad into you, so when you have finished preening yourself you can get on your knees over here because I have cock that needs sucking." His thick cock was hanging down between his muscular thighs, he was bigger soft than most men were hard and from the way Helen licked her lips she knew it too. I went over to her and helped her down taking the lose cuff in my hand. As she knelt down in front of Tony I pulled her other hand behind her and locked the cuff on her wrist so they were both behind her back. Tony fed his hardening cock into her open mouth and wound her long hair around his fingers, pulling her mouth further along his now hard shaft, forcing himself deeper and deeper down her throat. Tony could see the panic in her eyes as he pushed deeper and deeper but with her hands once more chained there was little she could do. "Relax baby." he said "You can take it all down your slutty little throat; I know you can and I know you fucking love it" He kept on pushing gently as the last couple of inches slid down her throat and her lips were buried in his wiry pubic hair. "See baby, I knew you could do it." said Tony "I know a good slut when I see one." He pulled some of his cock out and she gasped, able to breath again before pushing back inside her mouth. "C'mon Marco." he said "Get some of this mouth, she's a natural!" I didn't need asking twice and soon she had all my length down her too. We spent the next few minutes passing her between us, filling her mouth with hard cock. Before long her bright red lipstick was smeared all over her face and all over our cocks and with her mascara beginning to run in the heat she was looking a bit dishevelled. The next time I pulled out of her mouth and turned her towards Tony he shook his head. "No thanks man, that's enough for now, I want to fuck her again." He picked her up in his powerful arms and pushed her face down on the bed. Kicking her legs further apart with his knees he found the entrance to her pussy and pushed firmly in. Being careful to keep his back straight he started to fuck her but soon stopped with a wince as the spasm caught him again. "Jesus that's sore." He said pulling out and climbing on to the bed. "Give her a hand Marco; get her on top of me." With a little manoeuvring she was soon impaled upon his cock, facing forwards with him supporting her by resting his big hands on her bigger tits. Without being told she began to ride him, plunging down on his shaft and banging her clit against his pubic bone until with a great gasp she came again, her whole body shaking as she groaned deep in the back of her throat. She fell all the way forward and Tony's arms circled her, squeezing tight as he bit sharply down on her shoulder. Her ass was now sticking high in the air and she was more helpless than ever before. The green butt-screw was sitting on the bedside table where I left it and was too tempting for me to resist. Giving it a squirt of the lube I pushed the tip against her ass. It was not as tight as it had been but was hardly the gaping tunnel it had been after I had finished fucking it. I pushed firmly in turning the toy all the time so it screwed into her arse. She had started to say something but realising it was futile just kept quiet as the toy buried its self deep inside her. Once inside I held the ring and sawed it back and forth a little, causing Tony's eyebrows to rise as he felt it scrape against his hard cock. Feeling braver I pulled it further out before shoving it in and then pulling almost all the way out and plunging it back again. Obviously it didn't do lot for me but from the way Helen reacted to the firm ridges pulling her ass inside out it certainly worked for her! I sawed the butt screw in and out of her arse, speeding up and slowing down while Tony lifted her up so he could suck and bite her big tits and hard nipples. Pulling it all the way out for the final time I climbed onto the bed and pulled Helen upright. Leaning forward I whispered in to her ear. Helen Books Marco and Tony "What do you want now Helen?" I didn't really wait for an answer as we all knew what she wanted. Pushing her roughly forward I slid my cock into her arse in one easy movement. She gurgled and groaned, full of cock like she never had been before. I'm sure that she had pushed that old purple vibrator up her ass and then fingered her cunt but nothing is even close to how it feels to have two cocks buried inside you -- or so Rose had told me once! We started off slowly but soon built us a strong rhythm, sliding her up and down our long hard cocks like a toy. Her first orgasm came quickly, the second was a while longer but seemed more intense and by the time she wailed and screamed through her third I was fucking her arse as hard and fast as I ever fucked anything in my life. When I came it felt like molten lava flowing out of me. I fell forward onto Helen, both of us exhausted by our efforts. I'd almost forgotten about Tony. "Hey, get off, are you guys trying to crush me? And I haven't come yet either" I pulled out of Helen's ass and rolled her off his still stiff cock. She still had the handcuffs locking her arms behind her back so Tony released them and told her to get on her knees. She was barely in position before his cock was back deep inside her cunt pistoning away like it was the start of the evening rather than the end. I thought he'd simply shoot inside her but no, when his face screwed up and his thighs started to quiver he pulled out of her pussy and pushed his knob inside her arse before gripping his shaft and wanking his come deep inside. Her head snapped back as his hot cum joined mine deep in her ass. We left her lying on the bed with spunk and juice leaking out of both holes. Her Basque was around her waist and one stocking down to the knee. The other was laddered and the lace top torn. Her make up was everywhere, her nipples bright red, love bites covered her tits and both her pussy and ass were bright red. In short, she looked like she had had the fucking of her life. Another satisfied customer! Epilogue Once they had gone Helen and a bottle of Champagne had a long bath together, the bubbles from one easing the soreness in her pussy and arse and the bubbles from the other intensifying the memory of the fucking she had received. She changed the ruined bed sheets for crisp white cotton and put on a simple knee length black silk nightdress. Placing a final glass of wine on the bedside table she went over to the dressing table and took out the laptop from the bottom draw. Marco wondered why the room was so bright but had never noticed the web cam sitting on top of the wardrobe. The wireless link had recorded every second of the action on the hard drive. She quickly found the file and pressed play. Before long her right hand was moving inexorably up her thigh towards a pussy that seemed to have found a new lease of life. Two cocks had been fantastic, better than she had dared hope, but she was already wondering how many she could take next time!