3 comments/ 18972 views/ 0 favorites Those Days of...Ch. 06-10 By: TonyDowse The following material is sexually explicit erotica. If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file. Chapter 6 Lunch I left before Helen returned, went home and spent the next few hours trying unsuccessfully to sort out my thoughts. The following day I was tempted many times to ring Helen, wondering what had happened between she and Barbara, wanting to see her again, and, to be honest with at least myself, wanting to see Barbara too. But I didn't and returned home that evening, my head still a confused mess. To add to everything else, there was a strangeness in the air between Julia and I. When we first met she'd been an exciting, sometimes almost aggressive lover but as the years of marriage had slipped by we had tended to drift apart a little, we had always maintained an emotional closeness, a companionship that had grown out of us getting used to each other, as probably happens in most marriages over time. The previous evening I had been preoccupied with the exciting and confusing events of the day, but although still confused, I was able that second evening at least able to notice Julia's apparently growing remoteness. When I asked her if anything was wrong, troubling her, she replied. 'Business, just business Roger. There's a major contract coming up, in fact I have to go inter-state on Monday, I'll probably be away right through the whole week.' Her work often took her away for a night or two but for her to be away for so long was unusual, but right then I saw no particular significance in it, I only saw it as giving me an opportunity to see Helen again, or Barbara, or both? Just then the phone rang, as usual Julia got up to answer it, her business contacts often rang of an evening and it had become normal for her to answer all calls when she was home. I wondered why she went through to the kitchen to take it and only then realised that the same thing had happened a couple of times the previous evening, but again my thoughts of Helen and Barbara took over, I resolved to ring Helen first thing the next day, and having decided that, Julia's unusual behaviour became unimportant. When I rang and suggested that we meet for lunch Helen couldn't disguise her pleasure at hearing my voice. 'I was so confused Roger. When you weren't at home when I got back from the office, then Barbara was behaving so strangely and on top of that you didn't ring that evening or even yesterday. I thought you must have had second thoughts about us seeing each other again. You haven't, have you?' she added anxiously. 'Second, third, fourth and ninety ninth Helen. They're all the same, I want to see you again, and often! Starting with lunch today, if you can make it.' The peal of happy laughter that came through the phone confirmed that she was feeling exactly the same way as I was. And suddenly lunch-time seemed a long way off. The little restaurant that we arranged to meet at was closer to her office than mine and I wasn't really surprised to find that she was already waiting for me when I arrived. All the way there I had been feeling a strange sort of nervous anticipation at seeing her, and when I did, I felt by heart quite literally skipping a couple of beats. We took a small, quiet, corner table and ordered quickly, then started talking nineteen to the dozen. She wanted to know what had happened between Barbara and I. I wanted to know what had happened between she and Barbara. She wanted to know why I hadn't rung, had anything happened between my wife and I. I wanted to tell her about Julia's trip away the following week. That piece of news really stopped the conversation dead, she sat there, a forkful of food halfway to her mouth, staring at me, disbelief in her eyes. 'Away for the week, and you want me to come over?' 'Yes, will you?' Helen dropped her fork, leaned across the table and kissed me. 'Will I? Will I? Of course I will, you gorgeous man!' Then I felt the hand that had dropped the fork reaching under the table and gripping my knee, moving as high up my thigh as she could stretch. 'Apart from anything else about you, and there's plenty, I've been longing to feel you inside me again, I've never felt as sexy as I have for the last day and a half. In fact,' she added in a low voice, 'if you want to know, I got severely aroused just hearing your voice on the phone, I've been wet ever since and right now, to put it crudely, I'm as horny as hell!' 'Don't you think it's the same for me too. I've had an erection since we sat down, just from looking at you. I'd love to be able to make love to you right this minute. In fact, if we were closer to my office I'd take you back there and do it.' 'Office!' she exclaimed. 'Of course, my boss's office. He's still away. There's only a couple of people in our part of the building and they never come in there, I could sneak you in, no trouble at all.' The mere thought of making love to her so spontaneously and in those surroundings was exciting in itself and that, on top of the urge that had been building-up in us both since my phone call, had produced such a need that there was simply no stopping us. Heaven knows what the people in the restaurant thought, we left our meal half-eaten, threw some money at the waitress and, hand in hand, raced out. We almost ran along the street and were both out of breath by the time we got to where she worked and I felt sure someone was going to know exactly what we were up to from just the look on our faces. But, being lunch-time and lucky, we met nobody in either the lift or the short corridor to her office, which I immediately found out adjoined her boss's. She let me in and closed and locked the door behind us, it was bigger than I had expected and in addition to a large desk, some chairs and filing cabinets, in one corner there was a coffee table with a couple of easy chairs, and a fair sized settee! We both stood, hand in hand, staring at it, then at each other, grinning like mad, like kids sharing a secret. I simply grabbed her, pulled her almost roughly against me and our lips clamped hard together, our tongues instantly probing deep inside each other's mouth as our hands roamed frantically over each other's body. Mine grasped her buttocks, my fingers digging through her dress and into her flesh as my cock strained up between us. Hers pulled my lips down even harder against her mouth as she slowly ground her pelvis against the hardness of me. After a minute or two of that I broke from her, panting, tearing off my jacket and tie as I said. 'I want you Helen, I want you now!' I saw that her face was as flushed as mine must have been, her eyes gleaming wildly and without any hesitation she too began to get out of her clothes. It was as though we were having a race to see who could strip first, each watching the other with an increasing hunger as various parts of our bodies became exposed. Helen was quicker than I, her dress was on the floor in a trice and I was thrilled to see that again she was wearing stockings. For a moment, she stood there in just her bra, panties, stockings and shoes and I felt my still confined cock throbbing and jerking at the breathtaking sight of her. Then her bra came off and I saw that her superb breasts were already swollen, her nipples hard, but exciting though that sight was, it was, as always, her legs that gave me the biggest thrill. Those long, long legs! Their length and shape exaggerated and flattered by the sheer stockings, how I longed to feel them wrapped around me, pulling me deep into her. As I stripped off shoes, socks and trousers Helen slid her panties down over her hips and stepped out of them, exposing the triangle of dark, curling hair, then as she was about to undo the clips that held her stockings, I said in a hoarse whisper, 'Leave them on for me, please!' Her eyes had been fixed on the hard bulge that my cock was making in my pants but when she heard the unmistakable plea in my voice she looked up with a quizzical expression on her face. 'My stockings, leave them on?' 'Yes please. I'd love that, if you don't mind.' She smiled understandingly. 'Of course I don't mind, I want to please you, any way at all. You only have to tell me what you want.' She slipped her shoes off, then stood waiting for me, her eyes once again dropping to my crotch and I was excited to see them widen noticeably as I pulled down my pants and my fully erect cock sprang free, jutting up almost vertically, quivering from the strength of my arousal. 'Oh God, that's even bigger than I remembered it! You really are built like a stallion! I can't wait to feel it inside me again. Don't waste time with preliminaries, just come over here, and do it, fuck me!' she added in a half whispered under-tone. 'Please fuck me!' I couldn't help it, her words instantly reminded me of her daughter and what she had so obviously wanted me to do. But, as quickly as the thought came, the mere sight of Helen standing there in nothing but those dark, sheer stockings, blanked out thoughts of Barbara, and then I did as she had asked. I fucked her, fucked her hard! The feel of her nylon clad legs around me, and the tingling thrills they produced as they slipped over my skin when she pulled me deeper inside herself both heightened the blaze already burning inside me, and made my cock feel as big as she had described it. But she took it, took it all and obviously loved it. And we were both so wound up that it must have been only a few, short minutes before the force of our shared need and my physical hammering of her, brought the onset of her climax. Then as that began, and I thrilled to the electrifying sensation of her stockinged legs grasping me even more tightly, mine surged up inside me. I think that while knowing people were working just a short distance away from us heightened the sensations we were getting, we were both conscious of having to restrict our reactions to what we were both feeling. I held back the exultant shout that tried to force its way up through my throat as I felt myself pumping her full, and my strangled grunts mingled with Helen's attempts to keep her own cries as quiet as possible as we climaxed together. Though one of the shortest sexual encounters of my life, it was certainly still one of the most memorable, and though brief it was still several minutes before either of us could find either the breath or the energy to speak. And then Helen's first words precisely described how I felt. 'We both needed that.' she gasped. 'That's what I call being fucked! And I like it!' I couldn't help myself, I just had to laugh at her earthy sense of reality. 'You certainly couldn't call it 'making love', and though I certainly wouldn't want it to be as quick as that every time, I agree, it was marvellous. You are simply fantastic Helen!' 'I'll only take half the credit John. As I said, apart from anything else about you, the way you are built makes it wonderful for me, you get so deep, it feels as though I'm being split wide open. I like it, and I can take it, as often as you like.' Even the open way she talked about us, and the so far admittedly, purely physical aspect of what was happening between us, was exciting. I had never known a woman who could talk about her needs and reactions in such an honest way, and I liked that. If we had been somewhere other than her boss's office I really believe I could have started all over again, although maybe not with the same power and vigour, but as it was, with both of us being very conscious of our surroundings, we made a break at that point, dressing hurriedly. Then Helen checked the corridor for signs of any staff and, when she was sure all was clear, shooed me out, and before I had really settled back into reality, I was in a cab, heading back to my own office. Chapter 7 Discovery and Temptation I stayed late, finishing work that my extended lunch had left incomplete, so when I got home, I was not particularly surprised to find Julia already there and even though, during the rest of the evening she seemed a little more remote than usual I put it down to her preoccupation with the trip away the following week. There was another phone call during the evening, which again she took in the kitchen and, as with the one the previous evening, she seemed to be gone for longer than normal. Later on she asked if I planned to play golf on the Saturday, a question I really didn't recall her ever having asked before, I said, 'maybe' and was more surprised when she went on to say that she thought a game would 'do me good' that I could 'do with the fresh air and exercise', all of which was equally unusual for her. But her question made me realise that in fact I hadn't played for several weeks and that maybe a few hours with my friends wouldn't be such a bad idea. So, the following morning I arranged a game for the Saturday and then rang Helen, to reinforce my suggestion she visit, and hopefully stay over with me while Julia was away. The sound of her voice reminded me of the things we had done together and the strength of the thrills I'd experienced, and I quickly felt myself getting physically aroused. She asked what I was planning to do at the week-end and I told her about the arrangements I had just made for Saturday. I thought I detected a note of relief in her voice, maybe because I wasn't spending that time with Julia. Then I added that I still wasn't sure just what time Julia was leaving but promised to ring her as soon as I knew. The Saturday morning was clear and fine and I found to my surprise that I was actually looking forward to the game but, though we began in glorious weather by the time we had played the seventh hole we were amazed to see an almighty storm cloud gathering and by the time we were half way through the eighth, saw really heavy rain bucketing down at the far end of the course, heading straight for us. None of us were sufficiently dedicated players to brave that and we gave up, the other three headed for the bar but I, for some reason, for home. I beat the actual rain home but the thunder and lightening were all around me as I pulled up outside and, with all that racket going on nobody inside could have heard the sound of the front door. The place was so quiet that at first I thought Julia must have gone out, then, from the bed-room, I felt sure I had heard a faint sound. As I went towards the door it grew louder, muffled but someone was definitely inside there. Still not having any idea what was going on I was going to just walk straight in, but something stopped me, and seeing that the door was just slightly ajar, I just eased it open a fraction more and peered around it instead. There, on the bed, two bodies, naked bodies, women's bodies! From the limited view I had, I couldn't see either of them completely of course but, even with only the bits I could see, I knew one of them was Julia, and it was equally obvious that the other was a younger, much younger girl. It was Julia who was on her back, legs bent and spread wide apart, the other that was kneeling down between them and now I could not only hear the low moans of Julia's pleasure, but also the much fainter, slurping sounds as the young woman's mouth and tongue worked to bring her to her peak. The younger woman's kneeling position provided me with an unobstructed view of her the generous curves of her buttocks and both the tightly wrinkled arse-hole and the deep cleft between the puffy flesh around her pussy. I was after all only human and immediately found myself getting aroused. Then as I continued standing there watching and listening to the growing sounds of their mutual pleasure, I felt that familiar inner surge as my balls and cock grew heavier, filling and thickening. It was as though I had been in some way hypnotised by the scene being played out in front of me. I knew that many men were turned-on by the thought of watching two women make it together, it had never previously especially appealed to me, but, standing there watching and hearing them in fact gave me an almost instant erection. And then I found that all I wanted to do with it was to bury it in the pussy that was waggling around so invitingly just a few feet away. In my mind I tried to justify things with the thought that the girl, whoever she was, might appreciate it. Getting the benefit of two things at once. Having her own needs taken care of while she continued to provide for Julia's. And, as it seemed apparent that Julia was not quite so straight-laced about sex as I had previously thought her to be, maybe she would get an additional kick out of knowing her partner was getting what she herself had over so many previous years. Not that my cock needed any of that rationalisation, just the sight of that hot, moist and undoubtedly tight slit had it almost out of control with the anticipation of the feelings that plunging deep inside would generate. Without really knowing what I was doing I found myself ripping open my fly and hooking my fingers around the hot, hard length, and was about to open the door and go in when, in spite of the almost overpowering impulse, Helen's face swam into my mind's eye! The thought of the hurt she would feel if, somehow she were to find out what I had done, was even stronger than the lust I felt as I stood there, staring and listening to the girl's continuing actions. I suddenly realised that the feelings I'd developed for Helen were even stronger than I had realised, that the excitement I felt when I was with her might not just be caused by the incredible sex we'd had together. But the erection was also real and the still rising pressure of it was becoming unbearable, so I did the next best thing, I masturbated, imagining my fingers to be the slickness of the girl's inviting pussy. I was so aroused and my view of the girl's arse so stimulating that it could only have been a matter of a minute or so before my eruption spurted the thick wads of semen all over the bed-room door, where it stuck, then oozed slowly down towards the floor. I left it there, taking a last, longing look at their intertwined bodies before slipping quietly away, leaving them to enjoy their pleasures without my interruption. Going through to the lounge-room I poured myself a drink and sat, thinking through the strange events. It had never even occurred to me that Julia might have lesbian tendencies, though as I thought about it, it could explain the decline in her interest in our sex-life in recent times, or perhaps it was the other way round, that it might be my waning interest in her that triggered it. Who could tell? But, as I searched my memory for clues as to how long she might have been carrying-on with women I couldn't pin-point anything, until the last few days that was, the only change in her behaviour that I could recall had been the very recent one, of her taking phone calls in the kitchen. Perhaps it was that new, perhaps the girl in there with her, whomever she was, was her first. I wasn't really sure how to handle the situation, whether I should just disappear and come back later, at around the time Julia expected me back after the game of golf. Where to go and what to do? It was my home too, I figured and then I wondered how Julia would have reacted if she had been in my shoes, coming home to find me in bed, with a man! So, while I thought about it and, as they still hadn't come out from the bed-room, I poured myself another drink. Later, I had another so I'm not sure how many I'd had by the time they eventually appeared, both of them still stark naked! Julia came through first but, as her head was turned away as she talked to the girl following behind her, it was the girl who actually saw me first, and I don't know who was the most surprised, me, or Barbara. Those Days of...Ch. 06-10 Chapter 8 Resolution? Thoughts and questions raced through my head - 'So that's what Barbara's breasts actually looked like!' I realised that even my imagination had underestimated their full size and firm upthrust. 'I could have already had Barbara - twice!' I still wanted her, in fact I wanted her more than I could have imagined. 'If there was one woman I just couldn't afford to know that I had been 'unfaithful' to Helen, it was Barbara!' 'How on earth had Julia got to know Barbara?' 'Why had Barbara come on so strongly to me, if she wanted a woman?' But the thoughts were not as clear as that, they were all jumbled together, mixed-up with each other and, in the split second before Barbara cried out there wasn't enough time for me to even get them straight - I certainly didn't have any answers. 'Roger! Roger, what are you doing here?' At Barbara's outcry Julia span around and saw me too, the expression on her face was indescribable, shock, embarrassment, triumph! But in spite of all that, when she spoke her voice sounded quite controlled. 'Golf rained out was it? Don't worry, I've been taking care of your girl-friend for you Roger, or perhaps I should say.' she added as she turned and gave Barbara a very affectionate smile. 'She was taking very good care of me!' 'Girl-friend? What on earth do you mean?' The honest bewilderment in my voice must have got through to her and in her confusion she turned from me, to look at Barbara, then back at me again. 'She is your girl-friend, isn't she? She rang for you!' she added desperately. Suddenly it all clicked into place, the phone calls, Julia starting to take them in the kitchen. Barbara, trying to get to me, competing with her mother for my 'love', attention, call it what you will. I didn't know, couldn't know what had happened between Julia and Barbara, maybe they were both just in need of someone, anyone, maybe there was a genuine affection, that had blossomed as suddenly as the feelings I had just discovered I had for Helen, it wasn't my place to judge. In the circumstances I wasn't even interested in asking the details, at that moment all I saw as an opportunity opening up, an opportunity for me, for me and for Helen. 'No Julia, Barbara is certainly not my girl-friend, she's a lovely girl and, to be honest, I'd love to have been in your position, in bed with her.' I saw Barbara's already brilliant eyes become suddenly even brighter as I said that, flashing me an unmistakable message that read 'Whenever you want to!' So added quickly. 'But, apart from admiring her from afar for a long time, and helping her to the hospital after an accident, I really don't even know her.' Their combined reaction was something to see! I'm sure that if she could have, Barbara would have struck me stone dead on the spot! Julia, well I'm not sure about her, not sure whether she was disappointed not to have finally found out a 'guilty' secret she could pin on me, or accept her own reactions, and her real enjoyment of the sex she had jut shared with Barbara. Before either of them had a chance to respond to what I'd said, I went further, taking the initiative. 'If you think you may have discovered an exciting, perhaps more meaningful relationship Julia, why don't you take Barbara away with you next week, give yourselves a chance to 'get to know each other', without any outside pressures?' To say that there was a stunned silence would be an understatement, I could almost hear their brains working! Julia's sophistication and perhaps, new found pleasure source, beat Barbara's much more simple, natural reactions. She turned to Barbara and embraced her, an action that I admit gave me a very strange feeling, particularly as, during the time Barbara had been standing there in the doorway, with absolutely everything exposed, I had been trying to imagine what it would actually feel like, to be holding her like that myself! 'There haven't been many times in our marriage when you have come up with what I could really call a 'brilliant idea' Roger, but, I'll gladly admit that this is one of them.' Julia said. Then, as she turned back to Barbara, she added, 'What do you think sweetheart? I can't think of anything I'd like better. And I promise you, we'll make sure you keep that ankle elevated most of the time, on the bed!' So, once a few of Barbara's weak objections had been dealt with, she agreed, but even as they did so I added another surprise for them to think about. 'So, if that's agreed, why don't you spend the rest of the week-end, getting to know each other better right here? I'll leave you to it.' I left it as a statement, not a question, leaving them alone to think about it while I headed off to the bed-room to hurriedly pack a few essentials, conscious that they both just stood there, staring after me. I threw my bag in the car and drove straight to Helen's place, and as I stood, waiting for her to answer the bell I thought back over the events of the time since that first 'day of surprises', and how there had been a succession of them since. My two fantasy ladies, turning out to be mother and daughter. The sudden, totally overwhelmingly powerful physical encounter with Helen, that had since, turned to feelings more complex than simply sexual enjoyment. The discovery of a previously, completely unknown aspect of my wife. The memory of the views of herself Barbara had given me that first day, her breast, as she fell and as I carried her, her legs, in the car, her sex, as she masturbated. And the offer she had made, and that I had refused. The picture I still carried in my head, of her rearing buttocks and inviting pussy. The sight of her, standing naked in the hallway and particularly of the message her eyes had flashed to me - 'Whenever you want to!' - and the deep-seated yearning she aroused in me. Luckily Helen opened the door just then, or I might have got back in the car and driven home, to compete with Julia for Barbara. As it was, Helen's surprise and the enthusiastic welcome she gave me drove all those other thoughts clear out of my head. She asked no questions, simply accepted things as they were and me as I was, and within seconds we were at each other, within minutes, fucking! Later we made love, slowly, tenderly, lovingly, several times, I don't know exactly how many, one climax seemed to just blend into the slow build-up to the next. It was quite simply, a wonderful night. Helen wisely held off any real questioning until the following morning, while we were still lying in bed, and seemed nowhere near as shocked as I had expected her to be when I told her what had happened between Barbara and Julia. She told that it wasn't the first time Barbara had become involved with a woman, and hearing that made me wonder if perhaps I had been wrong in thinking it was Barbara that had been taken advantage of. 'But how do you find out about them Roger?' she asked. I gave her a brief run-down on the events leading up to my finding the two of them in bed together and though I wasn't aware of it, when I came to the part where I described how I had actually eased open the door and seen the two of them, naked, Barbara between Julia's legs, the tone in my voice must have given away the effect it had had on me. Helen's hand had until then been resting lightly on my hip but then, as she spoke, I felt it edging, very slowly, down between us. 'How did you feel when you saw them like that?' 'You have to understand that I didn't know it was Barbara, I couldn't have imagined it being her, I had no idea that she and Julia had even spoken to each other. The way she was kneeling, I couldn't see anything of her, except her backside.' 'I understand that, but, how did you feel?' 'What do you mean?' 'Were you excited, physically?' 'Yes.' I admitted quietly. 'How excited? Try to recall the picture in your head, then tell me just how exciting it was.' I did as she asked and felt her long, slender fingers moving slowly, edging closer to my cock, that was, as I recalled the sight of the two of them together, slowly filling again. But she had to prompt me to do as she'd asked. 'Tell me John, you won't embarrass me you know. I'd love to know how you felt.' 'I got an erection of course.' 'And?' 'I wanted to, to.' 'You wanted to fuck her!' 'Yes.' I mumbled. 'Which one? The young one? Barbara?' 'I didn't know it was Barbara!' I answered defensively. 'I know that, but you wanted to fuck her, the young one I mean?' 'Yes.' I answered reluctantly. 'There's nothing strange or unusual about that Roger. You have to understand that none of what you felt upsets me. But, did you?' 'No! Of course I didn't!' I heard myself answer, almost angrily. 'Ssh, ssh. Calm down, don't get upset, there's no need, I believe you. Just tell me why not.' 'I knew it would hurt you.' 'But, as you didn't know it was Barbara, there's no reason why I could have found out about it, is there?' 'No.' 'So?' 'So, I found that you meant more to me than a 'quick fuck' did!' 'Aah!' I didn't know if her response was a reaction to my answer or by the fact that her creeping hand had finally reached my cock and that it was, as a result of the images that had been flashing through my head, beginning to stiffen. I felt her fingers close tenderly around the base of the shaft, then, barely touching it, glide slowly upwards until they slid over the surface of the still less than fully swollen head. 'Think about whatever you like Roger. Fucking that young girl. Fucking Barbara if you like. Or just relax and enjoy what I am going to do for you. I'm going to make your cock even bigger and harder, then enjoy watching and feeling you come.' As she said that she raised herself, pushed back the bed-clothes and knelt beside me, her hand slowly working its way, very lightly, very slowly up and down the steadily growing hardness. 'That's lovely Roger, it's getting bigger, harder already. You can't imagine how excited it makes me, feeling and watching your cock like this. But it's going to get even bigger yet, and, when it has, do you know what I'm going to do? I'll tell you. I'm going to hold it between my breasts, let you push it up and down between them. I might even make you come that way. But to do that it'll need to be lubricated of course, so I'll wet it first, wet it with my mouth, suck it a bit. I like doing that almost as much as I'm sure you do.' Then, having conjured up pictures of what she'd said she would do, she did it, everything she'd promised. It only took only a couple of minutes of that tantalisingly slow touch to get me fully erect, and once she'd done that she lowered her head and took it in her mouth, slipping her lips down, then closing them gently but firmly in the deep groove below the cock-head before starting to suck it. All that time letting one hand continue gliding up and down the gnarled hardness of the shaft, while the other reached beneath me and began to fondle my balls. Then, from time to time she would bob her head, taking my entire cock deep into her mouth and, as she relaxed it, right on down the back of her throat, and in the process, liberally coating the entire length with her saliva. After what seemed an age of sheer, blissful pleasure she straightened up, letting my cock slip from her mouth and enabling me to see the result of what she'd been doing. I had to admit it looked unusually impressive, the thickly veined shaft rearing vertically, the bulging head a dark reddish purple, and the whole thing glistening, the liberal coating of Helen's saliva making it both slick and glossy. She looked down at it, looked up into my eyes, smiled, then twisted and bent herself, so that her breasts hung forward on either side of it and, as they swayed, lightly brushed against it. Then, trapping my cock between them, she used one hand to hold them together, enfolding it in their warm, silky tightness. 'Go now!' she said softly. And as I started to slowly push it up and down that pillowy soft valley she quickly picked up the timing of my movements and began to slowly rock herself back and forth. It was heaven, absolute heaven! As we moved the supple pressure of her breasts dragged the skin up and down the rock-hard length of the shaft, firing off nerve cells that generated intense pleasure-shocks, thrills that seemed to merge together before ripping up through the rest of my body. Then, as my thrusting got progressively stronger and she continued to keep time with me, she also somehow managed to push her breasts even more tightly together, making the intensity of those thrills even more powerful. But in spite of the strength and intensity of the thrills I was continuing to get, the scene that had started us off was still playing in the back of my mind. The sight of Barbara's uplifted arse, and the invitingly deep cleft between the puffily pouting lips of her pussy. So as well as the physical stimulation Helen was giving me I had two different images arousing and further exciting me. When my eyes were open I could watch the sight of my grossly engorged cock driving up and down the narrowed valley between Helen's silky firm breasts. When I closed them I found myself imagining it was fucking Barbara's equally tight pussy that was generating all the feelings I was experiencing. So although of course I couldn't expect it last forever and I certainly drifted in a semi ecstatic haze for quite some time, I was still somewhat disappointed when I felt the unmistakable signals I was approaching orgasm. As the pressure inside me rose higher and higher the ache in my balls grew steadily stronger, I suddenly realised that the low, intermittent moans of delight I'd been making had already turned to harsher, more guttural grunts, and then I felt the familiar churning rush in the pit of my stomach. Helen had obviously picked up on the signals my body's responses were giving and her timing was nothing short of perfect. Her forward rocking coincided with the timing of the pulse powering the upward surge of semen, and somehow she also managed to bend her head lower so she could again take the bloated cock-head into her mouth, and then, powerfully, suck it. The sheer force of that climax was incredible, my entire body arched up off the bed, I heard a series of deep-throated cries, and it felt as though the power of every single muscle in my body was concentrated behind the thick, sticky fountain that erupted. As though from somewhere very far off I heard Helen gurgling with pleasure and satisfaction at what she had been able to do, and then she sucked, sucked and swallowed hard, until she was certain she had drained every last single drop. Not surprisingly, I stayed with Helen for the week that Julia and Barbara were away, hopefully finding what they were both looking for, at least temporarily. But as for Helen and I, we certainly found what we really wanted, needed, and that was each other and what we did to each other. But I do remember wondering during that week that if, when Julia and Barbara returned, she would come back to live with her mother. And that if she did, and I was still there, and if she was still as eager for me as she had been earlier, both of us living under the same roof, sharing the same bath-room, sleeping only a short way away from each other, wondering if I would be able to resist her a third time? Chapter 9 Together Helen and I were like a honeymoon couple during that first week together. We hadn't been able to get time off work of course, things had happened too quickly for that, and perhaps in a way that was just as well. We found we just couldn't keep our hands off each other and as it was we were both hollow-eyed from lack of sleep by the end of the week, so if we had been together all day as well as all night we might well have become hospital cases! That first Sunday morning, after she had succeeded in draining me so massively, we showered, had some breakfast and then slipped back into bed together and lay in each other's arms, at first just quietly talking. It was then that she said that she had never felt so free with any other man and when I asked her just what she meant, she explained. 'I could never have done with anyone else I've ever known, the things I have with you.' 'Why not?' 'It's hard to put into words. I suppose I've always been a bit conservative, not just about sex, and I suppose, to be honest, I would have thought that some of the things I've done are the sorts of things only a prostitute would do for a man.' 'But you've enjoyed what we've done together, haven't you?' 'Yes! Oh yes! Of course, it's been wonderful, I've never felt so sexually excited. Nor so completely satisfied.' she added in a quieter voice. 'But, as well as the marvellous physical sensations I've experienced, there's been something extra.' 'What's that?' 'Seeing the effect I have on you, watching your face, your body, and especially your cock, when you climax. Seeing how powerfully I can make you come. I've never realised before this that I was capable of giving a man so much pleasure, sexually I mean. That in itself gives me a nice feeling.' She paused and I could see she was remembering something, something that brought a faint smile to her lips. After a minute or so she reached out and gently caressed my limp and shrunken cock and balls, then continued. 'I was just remembering what we did a little while ago, you know, your cock between my breasts. I can't tell you how exciting that was for me.' 'I don't think I've ever come quite as intensely as that Helen.' 'I could tell it was different, your poor cock was so swollen I thought it was going to burst.' She laughed as I said with a grin. 'It finally did.' 'Yes it certainly did, and I've never seen so much cum.' 'You didn't actually see much, you swallowed most of it.' Again she laughed happily. 'Yes I did, didn't I, and it was lovely, so thick and creamy, a little bit salty too. But as well as the satisfaction of seeing just what I can do for you, I found new physical pleasures for me too, doing it that way. The feel of the hardness of it rubbing up and down between my breasts was very exciting, I'd never felt that before, in fact I very nearly had a climax too.' As she talked she had been unconsciously fondling me and as what she said brought back the memories of what she had done earlier, I became very conscious of the slow re-arousal that was beginning to stir inside me. 'I think it was only that I was so surprised by the strength of feelings I was getting that stopped me from having it. You know how it is when you stop and think about something you normally do without any thought at all, you tend to do it wrong. Well I suppose it was a bit like that, I couldn't believe it could happen that way, so because I was thinking about it, it stopped. Silly of me, I'll know better next time, I'll just let it happen.' 'You can experiment on me like that any time you like Helen.' I said, thinking that if what was happening to my cock continued for very much longer, she could try it again sooner than either of us expected. 'What else?' I asked, suddenly remembering how the conversation had begun. 'What do you mean?' 'You said, 'I thought some of the things I've done with you are the sorts of things only a prostitute would do', what other things seemed like that to you?' She flushed before she answered. 'I know it'll sound silly now, but, well everything really. I mean right from the start, having sex with someone so soon after meeting them, after all it was only a matter of an hour or two, I wouldn't have thought I was capable of doing that. The way I behaved, what I let you do to me in the kitchen, then the time together in my boss's office. Even liking the idea of you wanting me to keep stockings on for you. Just about everything is new, it's as though I'm someone I've never known before.' Those Days of...Ch. 06-10 'But, you do like it, don't you?' 'Oh yes! Yes Roger. It's marvellous. I feel so alive, younger even. It's, it's almost miraculous!' She paused, her unconscious fondling finally coming to a halt as she added quietly. 'But I can't help being just a bit frightened.' 'Frightened?' 'You know, that it's all too good to be true. That I'll wake up and find it's all been a dream, or that you're just not there. Damn! I didn't mean to say that, forget it. That's just me being silly. Let's just enjoy it, no matter what happens next.' 'It's not a dream, I can assure you of that. But nobody can guarantee anything more than that about anything, can they?' 'No, of course not. As I said, forget I said it. Much more importantly, what else have you got in store for me?' 'What would you like me to have in store for you, apart from more cum that is?' She tightened her hold of my cock and giggled. 'Yes, definitely more of that, lots more please. But what else?' Again she paused for a while and once more I saw a faint flush creep slowly across her face. 'I know it's silly of me, but I really do feel a bit, how shall I put it? Not shy, embarrassed? Yes, I suppose that's the word. I mean, trying to put the strange thoughts that go around inside my head into actual words.' 'What's strange about them?' 'That I'm having them I suppose. I've never thought of myself as a 'sexy woman'. Don't get me wrong, I've always enjoyed sex, good sex, with the right man. And of course I've had fantasies. But I don't think I've ever had so many specifically sexual thoughts as I've had during the short time I've known you. And I just love the feel of you, especially your cock. I don't mean just when you are inside me, I love holding it, feeling it's strength, it's hardness, in my hand or in my mouth. When you're with me I just want to touch you, arouse you, make you climax. When you're not with me my head keeps getting filled with pictures of what we have done with each other, or what I'd like us to do with each other.' 'Nothing wrong with any of that Helen. Tell me about some of those pictures, I mean the ones you've seen of what you'd like us to do.' 'Well for instance, I want us to make love in all sorts of places. Not just here. I can't tell you how exciting it was making love in the office that time. The rush was incredible, so fast, so strong. I'd like to feel that again, and I'm sure I would if we were to do it in unusual places.' 'Such as?' 'Oh, I don't know, somewhere where we might, just might get caught I suppose. In a park, on a beach, somewhere like that.' I made a mental note of that and prompted her to continue. 'What else?' 'In lots of different positions.' 'Any particular ones?' 'I like it when I'm on top, you know, sitting on you. That's very strong. And when you take me from behind, that's strong too.' I could tell that there was something else on her mind but again had to encourage her to say what it was. 'There's something else isn't there?' She looked down, her face flushed deeper than before and when she did speak it was in such a quiet whisper that I missed the first few words. '.... ...... cock in my bottom.' She lifted her head and looked me straight in the eye again as she added nervously. 'Does that offend you Roger?' I reached out, pulled her to me and hugged her tight. 'Of course not. It's an exciting thought for me too Helen. Have you tried it that way before?' 'No, I never would, but as I said, with you I feel quite different, safer but at the same time less inhibited, more adventurous perhaps.' 'I know just what you mean. And I promise we'll try it that way, but we'll need to pick the right time, you'll need to be very aroused and at the same time very relaxed, especially the first time. The last thing I'd want to do is hurt you.' 'I know, and that's another thing about it, I trust you completely, whatever we do. Now.' She added determinedly. 'It's your turn, I've told you what I've been thinking, what about you?' 'Oh.' I said, taken by surprise. 'I've been too busy doing and enjoying to be doing too much thinking Helen.' She grinned. 'That's no answer, come on, be fair. What fantasies are kicking around inside your head?' I thought for a moment, and pictures of her daughter appeared out of nowhere, sliding herself across the back seat of the car, masturbating herself, kneeling between Julia's legs, standing naked inside the doorway, those were fantasies Helen certainly wouldn't want to hear about. Quickly shoving those thoughts aside I said. 'Legs.' 'What did you say?' 'Legs, your legs, they're fantastic.' I said, recalling that first morning, in the kitchen. 'Remember that first morning?' 'I'm hardly ever likely to forget darling.' 'After I kissed you, you had to help me with your skirt, remember?' 'Yes.' 'I wanted you to stop, just for a minute I mean. As you pulled your skirt up over yourself and I saw your thighs, I wanted you to stop, or slow down, so for a while I could just look at you. Then later, that lunch-time, when you kept your stockings on for me, I can still see you standing there.' 'It's nice to know you like looking at me, so what would you like?' 'I'm not really sure, times and places where I can see you like that, unexpectedly perhaps. That's not much help I suppose.' 'It'll give me something to think about. What else?' 'I'm sure I'll think of lots of things, but there was something you said just now, about liking the feel of my cock in your hand.' 'And in my mouth too remember.' she interrupted, giving that part of me that we were talking about yet another gentle and encouraging squeeze. I grinned. 'I won't forget I promise you. But it's exciting for me knowing that you enjoy touching me, arousing me. Rather like what you were saying, about making love in unusual places, it would be very exciting for me if you were to do it, I mean get me off, in places like that.' I could see she was thinking about what I'd said. 'That would be exciting for me too Roger. I like that idea, and it would be easier than actually making love. And another time you could do the same for me, with your fingers I mean. Anything else?' 'Not that I can think of at the moment.' 'Oh I'm sure there is.' she said knowingly. Then quickly added. 'But we'll explore other things at another time. Right now, all this sexy talk has got me, and from what I can feel going on down there, you too, feeling very, very sexy.' With that she slid herself down over my body and the next thing I felt was the soft moistness of her lips closing over my already half-aroused cock. The next hour was just a haze of pleasure, both giving and receiving, until, exhausted again we dozed in each other's arms. And that's about the way that first week together went. Waking in her bed, one of us arousing the other for an all too brief encounter before we both got ready for work. A phone call or two during the day, then the evenings together again. Sometimes loitering over our meal as we talked and talked. Sometimes too much in need of each other to be bothered to eat until after we had frantically made love. Sometimes being woken during the night to find she was busily arousing me, or waking from some dream and being unable to resist rousing her. The days sped by and although neither of us mentioned it, we were both conscious of the fact that on either Saturday or Sunday, Julia and Barbara would be back in town. Chapter 10 Barbara's Look-alike In fact it was the middle of Saturday afternoon, Helen had gone out for something so when the doorbell rang I went down to answer it, and found Barbara standing outside. She looked even more gorgeous than I remembered, she had picked up a light tan, her hair was glossy and her eyes seemed to sparkle with pleasure at the sight of me. She was wearing a cotton top and a pair of shorts, nothing out of the ordinary, but from the way they moulded to her curves she might just as well have been naked and in spite of a particularly draining bout that Helen and I had enjoyed earlier that morning, I immediately felt myself responding quite automatically to the sight of her. I let her in and followed her up the stairs, my eyes fixed on the way her hips and bottom swayed from side to side, and I found the memory of what I had seen just a week before being brought vividly back into my mind. Standing outside the bedroom door, my swollen cock in one hand, seeing her arse and pussy stretched wide open in front of me as she knelt there lapping Julia's cunt. Remembering just how much I had longed to bury the hot hardness of my cock in either of her two available openings. And, as I recalled the details, the sight, the sounds, the scent of their combined arousal and how I'd had to relieve the unbearable pressure by jerking myself off, in spite of the draining work-out Helen and I had been giving it, I felt my cock rising strongly. Her voice snapped me back to reality. 'I just ran out of a few things. We didn't get too much time for household chores, like washing. But then I don't suppose you two have either.' she said, turning and grinning down over her shoulder at me as she reached the top of the stairs. 'Not much.' I answered quietly. 'So, you've had a good time?' I added, trying to make my voice lighter. Giving my brain time to settle down, to stop re-playing the other exciting pictures of Barbara it had in store. 'Lovely. We've been to a couple of shows, had a great day out on a boat belonging to one of Julia's business friends, been to some nice restaurants, done a bit of shopping, and of course we managed to spend a lot of time, together...! And you?' 'Well we've both had to go to work of course, so we haven't done anything too exciting, except be together of an evening of course.' She grinned wickedly. 'But that's been good, hasn't it?' 'Of course, wonderful.' 'I thought about you while I was away, both of you I mean.' she added hurriedly. 'I hoped you were, well, happy together.' 'We were, we are Barbara, very.' I got the distinct impression that wasn't what she wanted to hear, but she gave me a smile, turned away and headed for her bedroom. 'I won't be long, just a few things I need to get. Oh, Julia said it would probably be a good idea if we all got together sometime soon, you know, to talk things over a bit.' 'Yes, that is a good idea.' I replied automatically as my eyes again dropped to watch the seductive sway of her bottom as she went down the corridor. 'I was about to make some coffee, would you like a cup?' I called after her. 'That would be nice.' she answered as she closed the door behind her, leaving me standing there, very aware of the physical reaction just the sight and nearness of her had produced in me. As I prepared the coffee I couldn't help thinking of the last time I had done that for her, that first day, when she had been lying in the next room. The memory of what I had seen when I took her the coffee and sandwiches, lying back on the sofa, one leg splayed aside, her hand moving around underneath her skirt, and the pleading look in her eyes when a little later she had said. 'I wanted you to make love to me, no, that's not right, I really wanted you to just, fuck me! In fact, I've been wanting, dreaming of you doing just that, for weeks now!' It occurred to me that I had never had an opportunity to question the reason why she was as attracted to me as she apparently was. I was quite literally old enough to be her father, not especially good-looking in any way, not wealthy, famous or powerful, yet each time, no matter what the circumstances, she made it almost blatantly obvious that not only could I have her, but that she wanted me! Perhaps luckily, just then Helen arrived home from the shops. As she came into the kitchen I turned and said quietly. 'Barbara's here. She's getting a few things from her bedroom. I was just making us some coffee, would you like some too darling?' A small cloud crossed her previously happy face. She turned to look down the corridor at the closed bedroom door, then back to look deep into my eyes and in hers I saw an unspoken question. 'You must have almost bumped into her in the street, she's only been here a minute or two.' I said, and saw a hesitant smile return to her face. She put down her bags, threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly against herself, then, looking up at me, she said quietly. 'I had hoped we could carry on from where we left off this morning, now I'll have to wait.' I had almost subconsciously been holding myself a little away from her, not wanting her to feel that my cock was already aroused from Barbara's mere presence. But as she offered up her mouth for my kisses I ran my hand down her back, gripped her arse-cheeks, pulled her more tightly against myself and whispered. 'Great minds obviously think alike. I had been looking forward to something like that myself, as you may notice. When the door-bell rang I thought it was you, that you had forgotten your keys. I had thoughts of raping you on the stairs actually.' She wriggled herself closer and I felt her thigh pressing against the swiftly rising hardness of my lengthening cock. 'Mmmm! Blast Barbara! I like the thought of that, rape on the stairs, I mean. Remember to try it some time please.' But even as she reached down for me with one hand, we heard the sound of Barbara's door opening and quickly, almost guiltily broke apart. I turned away and busied myself with cups as they greeted each other. The tension in the air was obvious, yet they chatted, albeit haltingly, Helen asking how Barbara's ankle was, had she enjoyed herself, what she had done, where she had been. Never once mentioning or even alluding to Julia. Barbara spoke of 'we' this and 'we' that but still Helen refused or was unable to talk of the other half of the 'we'. I played the quietly dutiful housewife, serving the coffee, carrying it and some biscuits through to the other room, sitting down, lighting a cigarette, politely listening, saying nothing. It was strange, sitting there as an observer, the sight of the two of them together, watching them move as they talked and sipped their coffee. In my mind I could peel away their clothes, imagine both of them naked, compare their bodies, different, yet each in its own special way incredibly exciting. And those and other, even more disturbing thoughts keeping my cock in a pleasantly semi-aroused state. In time of course the atmosphere between them gradually became slightly less tense and although I felt things might have been very different if I hadn't been there I really didn't have too much choice about it. So I played the good host, re-filled cups and only joined in the conversation when it seemed totally appropriate. Although Barbara continued to talk about 'we' she didn't once mention Julia by name, or the meeting that Barbara had earlier said she wanted to have. She stayed about an hour or so, then with a hug and kiss for her mother, she was gone, and I for one was relieved. Just sitting there, her gorgeous breasts swaying each time she moved, held in place by only the thin cotton top, and being ever conscious of Helen's watchful eyes, had meant I had to be very careful about where I was looking. But even so, the arousal that she had triggered when she first arrived, was maintained, my cock kept in a slightly uncomfortable, semi-erect state until she actually left. Other than to go to work we hadn't been out of the place all week and so after Barbara had left, I asked Helen if she would like to go out that evening for a meal or to see movie. 'Yes please, both would be even nicer.' 'O.K., O.K., both it is. Is there a film you'd particularly like to see?' She thought for a few moments and I noticed a small smile creasing the corners of her mouth then, with a really wicked look in her eye, she said. 'Yes there is one actually, it's probably not what you'd choose, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Trust me.' We cleared away the cups and plates, did a few chores and then got ready to go out. It only took me a half hour or so to shower and change but of course, like any woman, Helen took longer, but when she finally appeared I had to admit that she had been worth waiting for. I recognised the skirt immediately, it was the one I remembered so vividly from a day months before, when we were only saying 'good morning' as we passed each other on the way to work, which by then seemed so very long ago. But even so I still remembered the panel at the front of it being caught by a gust of wind and flying high, exposing one leg almost up to the hip! Coupled with the skirt was a simple white blouse, no frills or flounces, just a tailored blouse with pearl buttons down the front. Below, even darker than the colour of my favourite skirt, black nylons, and I somehow felt sure I'd find that they were stockings rather than panty-hose. 'Beautiful Helen, just beautiful! In fact, why don't we just stay home?' I said with a cheeky leer. She smiled, obviously pleased by my spontaneous reaction. 'Because it'll be even better, later Roger. Come on, you promised, so let's go.' I had no idea what was going on in her head but it was quite clear that something was, her nervous excitement was obvious even during the short trip in the cab, when she snuggled up against me and again when I was buying the cinema tickets, when she whispered that I should try to get seats in the back row. It seemed that the film was some sort of romantic drama but the large number of empty seats we found when we went inside seemed to indicate that it wasn't the most popular movie in town. In the cab on the way in I'd had a nice view of her legs as her skirt's panel slipped slightly to one side and she smiled up at me when she saw how my eyes were automatically drawn to the sight. But as she settled herself in her seat inside the cinema I was treated to an even more exciting picture, as she crossed her legs the panel fell away completely, exposing her thighs, the welts at the top of the stockings and an enticing section of her creamy flesh above them too. Naturally she watched as I stared, then smiled and whispered up at me. 'I told you it would be better later. I'm glad the place isn't full, we can have that much more fun together. Now, sit down and give me a cuddle.' I sat beside her and slipped my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close and kissing her, and, as I did I felt her hand squeezing my leg. But although the cinema was relatively empty the main lights were still on so we restrained ourselves and I settled back to wait for the movie, and the dimmer lighting. But then Helen, having looked around us nudged me and said. 'There are so many empty seats, I'm sure it wouldn't matter if we moved, let's go over to the side.' 'Why?' I asked. She gave me another of those wickedly knowing looks and answered. 'You'll see.' So we did as she'd suggested and moved across to the block of seats on the left side, where both of the back two rows were completely deserted. When I moved aside so she could go first she said. 'No, you go ahead.' Again I did as she asked and once again we settled ourselves, my arm around her, her head snuggled against my shoulder, one hand on my thigh, her legs crossed and exposed as they had been before, and waited for the movie to start. We didn't have too long to wait and I heard her sigh happily as the lights began to dim and at the same time felt her fingers tightening their grip of me. After the usual assortment of previews, advertisements and a travelogue, the main feature finally began, which as I had thought, was a romantic drama, which revolved around the story of a country girl's new life in a big city. She meets up with the usual assortment of good and bad, falls for a guy and loses her job through trying to help him then finds out he's nothing but a con-man. Those Days of...Ch. 06-10 It wasn't the sort of film I would ever have chosen to see and wasn't even a particularly good version of what I suppose is called a 'woman's movie'. But there was one thing about it that immediately caught and then held my attention, and that was the actress playing the heroine, she could easily have been Barbara's sister. Same eyes and mouth and apart from the fact that her breasts weren't quite as mouth-watering as Barbara's, a very similar figure, about the only thing that was really different was the way her hair was cut. But that small difference wasn't enough to stop me thinking of Barbara every time she came on screen, which, as she was the star, was for most of the time. From the moment the film started, I was conscious of Helen's hand sneaking slowly but steadily up along my thigh, making it very clear from the way she handled me that she fully intended to turn me on, so I pulled her closer and adjusted the way I was sitting to make her access that much easier. When Barbara's look-alike appeared, triggering a whole range of memories and thoughts, my body's reaction to what Helen was doing grew even stronger. Sitting the way she was, slightly turned and leaning towards me, meant that she was shielding what she was doing from the view of anyone who might walk up or down the nearest aisle. It also meant that I could see not only her legs but also the tempting bulge the weight of her breast made in her blouse as it hung slightly forwards. It was too tempting, so I reached across with my other hand and stroked its outline, letting my fingers follow the line of its firm curve before cupping and gently lifting and squeezing its fullness. It was immediately obvious from what I could feel that she wasn't wearing a bra, which of course made the sensations all the more thrilling, and wanting more than merely imagining what lay beneath, I stopped caressing her and began to undo the buttons down the front of her blouse. 'You don't mind, do you?' I asked quietly. She looked up, her face literally glowing with pleasure and answered in a husky voice. 'Of course not. But you'll have to let me do the same to you.' As she said that her hand went unerringly to the ridge my partially erect cock was already making in the front of my trousers and slowly squeezed the growing hardness. In less time than it took me to undo the row of tiny buttons Helen had unhooked and unzipped me, but, although she could now get a better feel of what was happening inside my underpants, their tightness frustrated her attempts to free my cock. 'You'll have to help me Roger.' she whispered and naturally I was only too ready to do so. Leaving the blouse's last, vital button still done up, I lifted myself a little and with one free hand and her eager help managed to ease things down enough behind me to give her the room to pull my pants down, freeing my quickly rising cock and tightening balls. Helen stared down at what she had already done to me then, as I settled back down into my seat she looked up with a happy smile and I took that opportunity to kiss her. I could tell from the way her mouth and tongue responded that what we had been doing had got her just as excited as I was, but maybe because the thought that, in spite of the empty seats around us, somebody might catch-on to what was going on, we kept that kiss short. But it certainly didn't stop what our hands were doing to each other! I finally got the last button undone and when I did, her breast fell out into my waiting hand and as my fingers closed gently around its warm firmness, the feel of its satiny skin sent tingling delights from my hand up to the pleasure-centres in my brain. As those feelings coursed through me they were magnified ten-fold by the sensations her hand was triggering from my now swiftly hardening cock as they slipped lightly up and down the growing length of it and over the quickly bulging head. Then something drew my attention back to the screen, just in time to see Barbara's look-alike stripping. It happened to be the stage of the story that told of the girl's more than willing seduction by the guy who would later turn out to be a con-man. Semi-naked she was even more gorgeous, even if she wasn't quite as voluptuous as Barbara, but with the blend of images, of her up there on the screen and memories of the real Barbara inside my head, even Helen must have felt the way my cock almost instantly jerked fully upright, and the way my fingers closed tightly around her breast. Feeling that, Helen shifted slightly, turning herself a little more towards me. To do that she had to uncross and move her legs, and in doing so exposed virtually the full length of them, giving me a glimpse of a dark shadow at their apex, the unmistakable triangle of her pubic hair. As well as not having a bra on, she wasn't wearing any panties either! From there on time and events became blurred, I could quickly tell that Helen's slow caresses were designed to bring me to, then keep me just below the peak of climax. With the combination of the wonderful things her hand was doing to my rampant cock, the excitement of seeing 'Barbara' on the screen, the feel of Helen's firm breast in my hand, and even though I had no way of actually reaching it, the thought of her naked pussy below, I decided to simply go with and enjoy whatever was going to happen to me. On screen 'Barbara' had been well and truly fucked by her con-man, had gone through her first misgivings about his motives and had started to wake up to the fact that city living was different to life in the country. The story-line was thin, a rehash of many similar films and I could see why the cinema was so empty, I wondered if Helen had chosen it because she knew that or because of the strong resemblance of the star to her daughter. She couldn't have missed the way my cock reacted to the sight of the girl when she appeared naked or semi-naked, which was quite frequently and even more strongly when she was involved in any of the several, steamy love scenes. Off screen I was basking in a haze of pleasure, Helen's nipple had become swollen and erect within the first few minutes of my hand enfolding her breast and from time to time I interrupted my lazy caresses to nip and roll its leathery hardness between my finger-tips. And while I was relishing the feel of that, Helen was adding to my pitch of excitement by keeping my cock at full stretch almost the entire time. Whenever she felt it slackening off a little she waited a minute or two, giving me a chance to come down from fever-pitch, then by changing the rhythm or way she handled me, soon had the shaft rigid again and my balls aching from the way she every now and then slipped her fingers down beneath and fondled them too. Quite early in the movie 'Barbara' meets a second guy but as at that time she is still infatuated with her con-man and although it is obvious that the second is the one she will end up with, he has to wait through two thirds of the film for her to recognise he is the one for her. As a result of some scheme of the con-man 'Barbara' loses her job and gets evicted from her flat, the second guy comes to her rescue and helps to get at the truth of what's been going on. Having nowhere else to sleep, she accepts his offer for her to stay in his flat, making it very clear that he shouldn't think she's interested in anything more than friendship from him. So there's a section of film during which he's gradually uncovering the truth, slowly sorting things out and the two of them are in the same flat, lots of longing looks of frustration from him and plenty of semi-naked shots of her dressing or hurrying between bed and bathroom. In time of course, as he uncovers everything the con-man has done, she starts to see the second guy in a new light and it's clear that she is slowly falling in love with him, but still not letting on to him about it, even though we know exactly what's going to happen. Then there's the day he gets her job back for her and although there's still a bit to come where they chase and finally trap the con-man, she finally admits to herself and to him that she loves him and they make love together. Compared with the previous steamy scenes, that one was a real sizzler, and, with absolutely perfect timing, that was the time Helen picked to finally finish me off. There had been a lull in Helen's activities for some time prior to that scene and although my cock had lost much of its rigidity it was still thick and fat and the mounting tension and volume of semen that her caresses had accumulated in my balls had begun to result in more than just a pleasant ache. Then, as on-screen the two kissed for the first time, I felt Helen's skilful fingers come into play yet again and something about the way they did so told me that this time they were working me up to my grand finale. In no time at all I was strainingly erect and looking down I saw just how big her intermittent caressing had made it. Even in the dim light I could see the cock-head gleaming, glossy from both the tautness of the skin itself and from the pre-cum that had begun to seep out of it. Helen glanced up at me, gave me a tight smile and whispered. 'I'm so wet, I just wish you could somehow reach me with your hand.' But, as I tried to move around in an attempt to do that she shook her head and added. 'No, no it's all right, later. Just let me take care of you this time.' Then smiled again before she bent to watch the effects of what she was doing to me. Just then, on-screen the guy was helping 'Barbara' undress and although they obviously couldn't show everything that happened, they didn't leave too much to the imagination either. As her breasts and then most of the rest of her filled the screen, Helen's hand began to stroke up and down the swollen hardness of my shaft with a stronger, much more determined stroke. I heard myself grunt as the powerful thrills she created surged through me and felt my balls tightening again as the semen churned and boiled inside them. Then using a combination of short, fast strokes, followed by those longer, stronger ones, Helen steadily took me higher and higher, and it took all my will-power to stop myself from thrusting violently up at her and groaning loudly at the mind-blowing sensations she was giving me. By then the screen was a blur of body parts, as 'Barbara' fucked and was fucked by her guy. Breasts, thighs, buttocks, sweat, arms, hands, legs, all intertwined as they rode each other towards their climax. And as Helen took me closer and closer to my own, it was somehow as though I was, at the same time, actually fucking the real Barbara! And as that thought hit me, so did my climax! Helen must have felt it too, that sudden surge as the dam that had been holding back the reservoir of semen for so long, finally burst and its contents spewed up through my tortured shaft. Feeling that, she suddenly bent low, and a second before the first jet fountained from me, I felt her wet lips slip smoothly down over the purple bulge of my cock-head, then her hot mouth sliding down, sucking hard as she took in as much of the shaft as she could manage. I jammed the back of my hand against my mouth, biting hard to stifle the cry that welled up inside me as the force of it hit. But, as I erupted, I couldn't stop my hips jerking upwards, forcing my jetting cock into her, blasting the hot cum deep into her vacuuming mouth and throat. Her head and hands combined, bobbing and stroking, forcing another and another and yet another peak, and as my cock gushed and spewed again and again I heard her gurgling happily as she frantically sucked and vainly tried to swallow every drop she was getting out of me. When she was satisfied she could get nothing more and while I lay slumped in the seat, gasping, utterly drained, I felt her lips and tongue cleaning up as best they could the excess that had dribbled from the corners of her mouth, stickily matting my pubic hair. Luckily for us both the movie still had another ten minutes or so to go and that gave us just enough time to get ourselves and our clothes back into a reasonably presentable state. But when the lights finally came back on again and we got up and turned to leave I saw one of the usherettes standing by the nearest door, staring at us. And from the look and the deep flush on her face I guessed our activities hadn't been quite as private as we had thought they were. TO BE CONTINUED IF YOU ENJOYED THIS STORY CHECK OUT ALL MY OTHER SUBMISSIONS - AND IF YOU WANT CONTRIBUTORS TO CONTINUE POSTING TO THIS SITE PLEASE DO YOUR BIT AND VOTE!!!