5 comments/ 15624 views/ 0 favorites Those Days of...Ch. 66-67 By: TonyDowse The following material is sexually explicit erotica. If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file. Chapter 66 Fanning the Blaze Even the following morning, when we discovered that Barbara hadn't returned home, as I found I was still feeling a little drained I spent a long time down beneath the sheets, with my head between Helen's thighs. After giving her a series of small but obviously satisfying climaxes we both dozed off again. The sound of the telephone ringing finally roused us around ten o'clock and the sight of Helen scampering naked to answer it brought me fully awake. She was gone longer than I'd expected and when she returned I was disappointed to see she had put on her bath-robe. 'That was Barbara, she won't be home for lunch and maybe not for dinner either. She sounds very happy, so obviously the evening was a success, in every way.' she added with a broad smile. 'But we'll have to wait to hear the full report.' 'If she feels the way I hope she does we may not get one this time.' 'What do you mean?' 'Well if she's already a little bit in love with him - and now thinks that he might be with her too - then I doubt that she'll be quite as open about what goes on between them, for a while anyway.' 'Do you think she feels that way?' After all she's only known him a short time.' 'I knew how I felt about you by the end of that first day.' 'Really!' 'Yes Roger, really.' she replied, smiling at my obvious amazement. 'Men are so blind about some things.' 'How long do you think she's felt this way about Steve?' 'Several weeks.' As I recalled some of the many sensational thrills Barbara's body had given me during the past months - and realised that I might never experience any of them again - the expression on my face must have reflected those thoughts. Helen brought me back to reality when she sat down on the bed, put her arms around me and said. 'Don't look so forlorn darling - you've still got me - and there are still plenty of exciting things we can do together.' 'Sorry lover, it's not that what you and I have isn't exactly what I want - it is and it's absolutely fantastic. It just seems funny, I've got used to Barbara being almost a part of that. I mean, well, right from the beginning. And you've had time to get used to the idea, it's come at me right out of the blue.' 'True, I understand darling. But I don't think either of us wanted her to be a permanent part of us, did we? After all we've spent a lot of time talking about how we could help her, emotionally as well as physically I mean, because of what happened with Luke. We knew, or at least hoped, that because of what we'd done, when she met someone she really liked she wouldn't still be trying to cope with the effects of those problems. I think we both want her to be happy - and that can only come if she's making her own life, with someone she loves and who loves her too. She can't get it just from you having sex with her from time to time - no matter how good a lover you are - it doesn't work that way, does it?' I agreed that she was probably right and when Barbara finally came home late that evening we immediately recognised from the happy glow we saw on her face that Helen had in fact been absolutely correct. But deep down inside I doubted that I would ever really accept the fact that I might never again experience the mind-blowing things Barbara could do for me and from time to time during the following weeks I found myself drifting off every now and then into one or other of the many, incredible memories her gorgeous body and enthusiastic sexuality had given me. Not that Helen missed out because of that, far from it, in fact even if she wasn't aware of the cause there were many times when just day-dreaming about Barbara resulted in me getting a demandingly massive erection, from which Helen directly benefited. So, as Barbara spent more and more of her free time with Steve, Helen and I had that much more time together and after dinner one evening she got me talking in more detail about what Barbara and I had got up to together the week-end she'd been away. Although at first I had been very nervous about it, I had finally decided to include details of the small part Maureen had played that afternoon at the exhibition. When I'd finished, Helen had been quietly thoughtful for several minutes and for a moment I was afraid that I'd made a bad mistake by doing so but was relieved that I had, when after a couple of minutes, she smiled and said. 'I guessed something had happened, I could sense the tension between you and Barbara when you mentioned meeting her. I actually thought you must have fucked her - I'm glad you didn't - but I'm also glad you told me what did happen.' Even though the house and then final preparations for the move in took much of our time we didn't forget what we had re-discovered that evening in the park, that it only took a little bit of imagination to rev-up our already more than satisfactory sex life to a much higher level. The bondage equipment played a major part on several memorable occasions and Helen was as good as her word, not only coming up with some great ideas of her own but also making sure that our diet included plenty of high protein food and fresh fruit and vegetables. During that time she must have also made quite a few shopping trips because I frequently found she was wearing something new in the way of sexy underwear - and of course, stockings. Nor had she forgotten how strongly I'd reacted to Barbara's trick with the panty-hose, and used that as the basis for several of our more spectacular activities. Instead of panty-hose she bought a couple of pairs of tights and, as she had thought, I found the heavier material provided even firmer support. Then, rather than cutting a hole in the gusset as Barbara had done, which had hindered the upward angle of my cock, she made it in the front seam and by stitching reinforcing around the slit lifted my cock and balls even higher. When she'd had me try them on that first time and had then brought me up to a full erection she turned me around so I could see myself in the full length mirror on the wardrobe door. She continued stroking it until the vein gnarled length was throbbing and quivering and when she said - 'Now that's what I call a cock!' - I could tell from the tone in her voice that she had got almost as excited as I was. Then, taking pity on me she'd stood behind me, pulling herself tight with one arm, reaching the other around my waist and taking a firm grip of the shaft. In addition to the thrills I was getting from the tights and her hand, I found watching myself as she pumped me up to that climax incredibly exciting and it wasn't long before the first load splattered over the mirror. The feelings she'd aroused were so intense that I had still wanted more and I pushed her down on to the bed behind us and fucked her as though I hadn't come for a week. Later she told me just how excited she'd got herself, she was positive my cock had got much bigger than usual and that it had reminded her of how it had looked the evening she'd tied me up in the door-way. An even more memorable occasion was the first day she got me to wear them instead of under-pants, when we went out shopping. The combination of their tightness and the fact that there was nothing between my cock and my trousers quickly gave me a partial erection. Although initially embarrassed by the odd glances a number of women gave us, as it was obvious that Helen was getting a kick out the situation I brazened it out - then found that the quite envious stares of some women were turning me on even more. As I wheeled the trolley around the supermarket and Helen filled it with the things we needed she surreptitiously stroked it, smiling wickedly as she watched my reactions. But when we had finished there I discovered that she hadn't finished toying with me. Having left the groceries for pick-up later she led me off into the adjacent department store and headed straight for the lingerie section. It was bad enough being surrounded by a sea of tantalisingly wispy under-garments in that heightened state of arousal. But when Helen then began holding things up in front of herself, asking what I thought, and I imagined her naked body filling them, I felt sure my poor cock was actually going to burst out through the front of my trousers. Having finally decided on a black, lacy body-suit with matching stockings, which made me drool with anticipation, she picked out another couple of pairs of tights before heading for the cash desk. The young assistant seemed to be taking longer than usual to process our purchase then I noticed how flushed her face was. I realised that while fumbling with the things on the counter she was sneaking furtive glances at my crotch. It was only after we had paid her and turned away that I realised why. Looking down I found that the material stretching over the enormous bulge was darkened by a stain made by the pre-cum seeping out of it. 'I'm in trouble!' I whispered hoarsely to Helen, shielding myself from other people's notice by slipping close behind her as we headed for the way out. 'I've made a bit of a mess of my trousers.' 'We'll have to remember that you need to wear a darker pair next time darling, so it won't show-up as much. Anyway, I didn't have anything else to get so we can go straight home.' But although I was concerned about the embarrassing stain I was even more aware of the seething pressure inside me that had caused it - and as we made our way towards the car park, instead of helping to reduce it by ignoring it, Helen actually seemed determined to increase it. 'Did you notice how some of the women reacted?' she asked excitedly. 'About half of those that saw it then looked at me, quite enviously. The others couldn't take their hungry eyes off the bulge your cock was making. And the poor girl in the lingerie section couldn't make up her mind whether to ignore what she was seeing, or leap over the counter. I wouldn't mind betting that if you went back there right now you'd get yourself a quickie in the stock-room. Does that idea appeal to you darling?' she added sweetly. Instead of answering her directly I showed her exactly how I felt when we got down into the luckily deserted car park. I backed her up against the bonnet of the car and, with a bit of difficulty, dragged the crotch of her panties to one side and gave her a quick, hard and violently explosive fuck. From the wildly ecstatic look I saw in her eyes as I frenziedly pistoned in and out of her it seemed that was exactly what she'd wanted and the next time she suggested I go out with tights on I told her it was on condition that she left her panties off. So by the time we had to start making arrangements to move house we had, one way and another, more than fulfilled the re-kindling objectives I had set myself a few weeks before. Chapter 67 Moving-in and Christening Helen and I took a week off from our jobs for the move, hiring removalists for the Monday, which gave us the week-end to pack things and then several days in which we could leisurely sort out just where everything was to go. The extra pieces of furniture we'd bought had been held in store for us and rather than risk having them arrive before we had actually finished getting everything out of Helen's flat, we arranged for those to arrive during the afternoon. I half expected something to go wrong but for once my worries were totally unfounded, the removalists arrived on time and by lunch-time even though most rooms had a pile of boxes waiting to be unpacked we were alone together in what was to be our new home. Realising that it would take us time to sort out the kitchen Helen had put together a picnic basket the night before and as it was a warm, sunny day we had our lunch out in the garden, neither of us saying very much and I guessed that she, like myself, was absorbed in thoughts about our life together in our new home. Soon after we'd finished our new furniture arrived so by the time Barbara arrived home from work, apart from the fact that there were still unpacked boxes in the corner of just about every room, we had the place looking quite presentable and after we had dinner all three of us worked together to do the trickier jobs like hanging curtains and blinds. By the time for bed caught up with us neither Helen nor I had enough energy left for a physically heavy session, putting ourselves to sleep with some slow, gentle but still very satisfying love-making. Tuesday was spent with more unpacking and shifting things around and by the end of that day although by then we were both tired of humping things about, we were reasonably well settled-in and over dinner that night the three of us discussed arrangements for the house-warming party we had planned for the coming Saturday. 'I won't be home on Friday night, Steve's taking me to the theatre and I'll stay over at his place afterwards - but I'll get here early Saturday morning to help Mum. Oh, and by the way, I won't be home tomorrow night either. We're having a quiet, little dinner together - if you know what I mean!' 'That'll be fun darling. And Saturday morning will be fine too, there won't be that much to do, I've ordered a lot of the food, Roger will be picking it up Saturday and I'll pre-cook the other things Friday, then just re-heat them as we need it. You're taking care of the drinks aren't you lover.' 'Yes. I'll pick that up on Friday, along with the extra glasses and things we'll need. Have we got the final numbers yet?' Apart from the obvious people and mutual friends, we had each invited a few people from where we worked and when we added-up the positive acceptances we had received it looked as though there'd be more than fifty people coming sometime during the evening. Later that night, as we were getting ready for bed Helen produced a couple of video tapes. 'I found these when I was packing our things from the wardrobe - I didn't know you had them, are they any good?' To be honest I had completely forgotten I had them and explained to Helen that during the week-end she had left Barbara and I together I had found out that Barbara got turned-on by the thought of watching people having sex. I had half jokingly suggested that if that was the case, I should buy some porno videos for her and had been even more surprised when she answered that might be a good idea. The following week, quite by chance I found a men's magazine lying around at work, as I casually flicked through it I saw it was almost full of advertisements for that kind of video, which reminded me of what we'd said and I took the magazine back to my office to see just what sort of things were available. Although I guessed that most of the descriptions of the contents were a bit over the top I picked a couple that included phrases like, 'suitable for couples' and sent off for them. Then of course as Barbara's involvement with Steve intensified she and I hadn't had any more time together and I had quickly forgotten all about them - so when Helen asked me what they were like I had to admit that I had never actually looked at them. 'Well in that case we'll watch them together. That's something we haven't done before. It might be fun, maybe exciting - and we might learn something too.' I couldn't really imagine that there was much left for us to learn but agreed it might be fun, if nothing else we might get a laugh or at least a giggle out of them and so the following evening, as we knew Barbara wasn't coming home, after we'd eaten and cleared the things away we settled down to our own blue movie show. I imagine most of the those kind of movies are much the same, not too much plot, pretty poor standards of acting and production, just focusing on tits, arse, pussy and cocks and the various combinations of them. But even though we found large chunks of the movies relatively boring and were very grateful for the fast-forward button, there were a couple of sections that we both found were actually pretty sexy. The second one was a good deal better than the first and in that the main female character was some sort of sex-therapist, one who believed in demonstrating rather than explaining solutions to people's problems. One of her cases involved a girl whose boy-friend never bothered to consider her real needs, a classic 'wham-bang-thank-you-ma'm' kind of lover. The therapist's solution was to show him what it felt like to be constantly aroused and then left hanging in frustration and then teaching him how it was possible for him to get even more pleasure for himself, by holding off from climaxing while he took a bit longer over fore-play with his girl-friend. To demonstrate that she had to work him up to a high state of sexual arousal, getting him to the very brink of climaxing - and then stopping - and doing that over and over again, using different parts of her body each time. The idea of that really appealed to me and as she had a particularly gorgeous body I found that as I watched her working him over - and imagined it was me that was on the receiving end - I developed a really strong erection. Helen liked that section too but was even more excited by a part that I thought was a bit improbable, involving a young couple who went to the therapist for advice and guidance, because they were both still virgins. She agreed to teach them and that of course provided the opportunity for various sorts of three way sex. I couldn't get the improbability of the set-up out of my mind so although the images were certainly very powerful and vaguely reminded me of some of the marvellous times I'd had with Helen and Barbara I didn't get as much out of it as Helen did. But by the time the movie had finished we were both more than ready for the real thing - and provided each other with performances just as dramatically successful as anything we had seen on the screen. Afterwards, as we lay in each other's arms she reminded me of something I had said some weeks earlier, when she had been upset to hear about Charles and Maureen's activities in the attic and Barbara had calmed her by saying that within a few weeks of moving in we'd have so many memories of our own activities that she would have completely forgotten the incident. 'You said - 'Weeks! I've got plans for the first few days!' Well, whether it was planned or not, tonight was marvellous, a wonderful start to what I'm sure will be a series of wonderful, wonderful times together in our new home darling.' As luck would have it Saturday morning was overcast and showery, which made the job of picking up the food for the party a bit of a hassle but when I returned I found Barbara had arrived and so with the three of us working together by lunch-time we had finished everything that could be done and rested for an hour or two before starting to get ourselves ready for the party. Although we had each met the other's friends during the time we had been together there were also several new faces amongst the people that arrived, Barbara had invited several from where she worked and two or three models she knew, who quite understandably were the centre of attention for most of the men. Maureen came of course and when I gave her a welcoming kiss on the cheek she somehow managed to take my hand in hers, gently squeezing it with those incredibly long, soft fingers, instantly reminding me of the effect they'd had on me that other Saturday. Memories that were so powerful that I found myself fleetingly wondering if there would be an opportunity for a repeat performance - but as Charles had conveniently come without his wife, he and Maureen quickly got together. It looked as though all the women had made the party an excuse to buy something new - and to provide the men with a tempting feast of flesh. Barbara's model friends seemed to have competed with each other as to which could wear the shortest skirt and gave the leg men some heart-stopping views. Maureen and Barbara both wore outfits that featured and displayed the swelling curves of their breasts and there were very few times when they didn't have at least a couple of men staring down their mouth-watering cleavage. Those Days of...Ch. 66-67 But for me Helen was the undoubted star attraction, even though by comparison with some others she was dressed relatively conservatively, to me she looked far more lovely - and even more desirable. In spite of the other undoubted attractions around the place I found that even when we weren't together I kept glancing in her direction, just the sight of her and the thought that later I'd be making love with her keeping my cock in a state of almost permanent interest. And though we were initially kept busy making sure everyone had whatever they wanted to eat or drink I found several opportunities to pull her to one side for a quick kiss. In fact about two-thirds of the way through the evening, when I went out to the kitchen for some more ice I found her there alone, which gave me the chance to give her a proper kiss. It was obvious from the bruising way she kissed me back that if anything, she was even hotter than I was - and as we clung together I felt her thigh pressing against my quickly rising cock. But even as thoughts of lifting her on to the counter-top and fucking her there and then flashed through my mind we were interrupted by one of the guests who was also looking for ice. When he'd gone she gripped my hand and said. 'I think it would be best if we relieved some of what we've both been building up. I'm not really sure why I'm feeling so horny, but what with Barbara's leggy friends, the displays she and Maureen have been giving, not to mention the quick feels you've been having of me, I'm sure your hormones have been working over-time. Letting off a bit of that pressure now will make it even better for us both a bit later. O.K.?' 'O.K.' I answered as she pulled me towards the back-door. As we stood in the shadows beside the house and Helen fumbled with my zip I had a sudden flash-back to the times Kim and I had so often relieved each others' needs like this. But those thoughts vanished as my hand slipped under the hem of her dress, up over her sheer stockings, between the soft warmth of her thighs, then higher. I'd known she wasn't wearing a bra - until my fingers felt the moist, puffy lips I hadn't known she wasn't wearing panties either! She gasped as I slipped two fingers up between the clinging folds then shuddered and pressed herself down against my hand as my thumb found the stiffening ridge. Holding her quivering body as steady as I could I rocked my hand up and down, my fingers slipping in and out of her pussy, my thumb pivoting on her clitoris. By comparison with my virtually instantaneous access to her sex she'd had far more difficulty in extricating my cock and by the time she'd managed to get it out the strength of her reactions to what my hand was doing for her had increased dramatically. I gave a low grunt as she finally freed it, then another as her hand closed around the shaft and without any of her usual delightful preliminaries, immediately began to pump it. In addition to the increasing urgency I could feel rippling through her I guessed from the jerkiness of her movements that she was already close to climaxing and was proved right a minute or two later when she pushed herself down even harder and I felt the lining of her pussy rhythmically gripping my plunging fingers. Then, doing her best to muffle her cries, she hung on to me for support as a series of massive contractions surged through her body. 'I hadn't realised just how much I needed that!' she said huskily as their strength lessened. Adding, as she adjusted her grip of me. 'Now, handkerchief please, so I can take care of you.' Again I was briefly reminded of Kim, of the time I'd erupted into the silk scarf she'd wrapped around my cock. Not that my handkerchief felt anything like silk and Helen didn't wrap it in it - but, wanting to be sure of catching all my semen, she held it close and each time I thrust forward I felt the sensitive underside of my cock-head grazing against it. Like Helen, I hadn't realised just how much pressure I'd built up inside and even allowing for the spontaneity of the situation and her skilful handling I was amazed at just how quickly and how powerfully I climaxed. Luckily, she must have somehow anticipated what I hadn't and the moment before the first load spat out she closed the hand holding the handkerchief over the head. So much exploded out of me there's no doubt that if she hadn't done that a fair bit would have splattered over her dress, as it was, quite a lot of what she'd caught dribbled out of her hand and down on to my shoes. Having cleaned ourselves up as best we could and after a somewhat more restrained kiss, we headed back inside. But, as I found out during the course of the party, Helen, and I weren't the only ones with a healthy appetite for sex. Remembering some of the things that had happened at parties Julia and I had put on I'd taken the precaution of locking both the main bed-room door and the access up to the attic but, because I happened to barge in on them I know that at least two of Barbara's friends used her bed-room for a quickie. From the smug look on their faces I was also pretty sure that Maureen and Charles managed to vent their pent-up passion for each other somewhere, sometime during the evening. But it was certainly no orgy, we'd moved some of the furniture around so that one room was clear for people to dance in and there was plenty of food and drink so most of them seemed content to have a good time just talking, laughing and dancing and although Helen had been a bit nervous about our new things getting accidentally damaged, apart from the odd spilled drink, nothing was. Later, when everyone but Barbara and Steve had finally left and the four of us sat down together in the kitchen with some coffee, I could tell from the sparkle in Helen's eyes that she was more than happy with the way the house-warming of our new home had gone. We laughed and giggled together at some of the things people had said and done during the evening, then worked together to wash-up and generally put the house back in order. When we were nearly finished and while Helen was gone to look for any glasses we'd missed and Steve was busy moving some furniture back again I took the opportunity to suggest to Barbara that as it was late, instead of letting him drive her back to his place, she should ask him to stay the night. 'I thought tonight might be particularly special, for you and Mum.' she replied uncertainly - but then gave me a knowing smile when I answered. 'I hope it will be - I was planning on us properly christening the attic - so if your sound-proofing is as good as you said it would be, we won't disturb you two either. So, why don't you just slip away, while your Mum and I finish up down here.' She reached up and kissed me, a kiss that though brief, prompted a host of memories of other kisses, other times together and in just the couple of seconds that it lasted I felt blood surge down into my cock. 'Thank you, that's a lovely idea Roger. I can tell from the way she's been looking at you during the evening that Mum is as horny as hell - and I'll probably be thinking of the two of you sometime during the next hour or so. Well, a certain part of you in particular!' she added with a cheeky grin as she turned to go to collect Steve. I watched the seductive rolling of her bottom as she walked out of the kitchen and in spite of the strength of feelings I had for Helen I couldn't help imagining some of the pleasures Steve had coming to him - and recalling the intensity of excitement and the power of the climaxes I'd had when fucking her, especially those times up between those delectable cheeks. When Helen returned with the last few things I told her that I'd suggested Barbara ask Steve to stay the night, silencing her protest by quickly adding that we could use that as an excuse to retreat to the attic, to christen it. 'Oh yes, I like that even better than just having the house all to ourselves, as I'd thought we would. What a good idea darling.' 'I thought we could finish these things off first though, that'll give the kids time to get themselves organised, trips to the bath-room and stuff.' 'Agreed.' Then she giggled and added. 'Then sneak upstairs, maybe have a little listen at their door on the way past.' 'Maybe we should have included closed-circuit TV in the plans for the house.' 'Now that really is a brilliant idea Roger - why on earth didn't you think of it before?' 'Because until I saw your reaction to those movies I had no idea you had voyeuristic tendencies darling.' 'Nor did I. I was surprised by how much I got turned-on by them. I especially liked the way you got to see things in close-up and from different angles. You couldn't get that if you were doing it yourself with that TV thing. I think we'll just stick to having a movie from time to time.' Having finished clearing up we quietly made our way upstairs, stopping only for a brief, unproductive listen at Barbara's door before going on up to the attic. Naturally enough, once the changes to the house had got under way Barbara and I hadn't been able to keep the addition of the sky-light a secret from Helen - but as she didn't know about the special lights inside it I knew I still had one small surprise in store for her. But having decided to leave that for later I turned on just the normal lamps, providing a soft, romantic level of lighting for us. When I turned from making sure the doors between us and the rest of the house were both properly closed even though I had seen her dressing or undressing every day, right then I simply couldn't help myself watching her. Having slipped her shoes off, the dress quickly followed, one zip down the back and it fell to her feet and having stepped out of it she stood quite still, smiling as she watched me watching her. Even though I'd known she was wearing neither bra nor pants under her dress I still felt my mouth go dry as I stared at her - the lacy suspender-belt and sheer black stockings creating my favourite fantasy image. 'Beautiful, you're absolutely beautiful darling. No man could ask for more.' I said throatily as I quickly stripped off my own clothes. 'And no woman could ask for more than that lover.' she replied as she walked towards me, her eyes staring down at my quickly rising cock. 'If you say so darling. I'm all yours.' 'And I intend to make sure I get everything you've got to give. So, for now just lie down on the edge of the bed - and leave the rest to me.' I did as she asked and during the blissful time that followed I was reminded of something about our love-making that I had recognised very early on in our relationship. Unlike the powerful climaxes I'd had from Maureen or even the most deeply satisfying sex I'd had with Barbara, everything Helen and I did for and with each other was done with real, genuine love. She knelt between my legs and began to send wave after wave of the most incredibly intense pleasure rippling through me. Looking down I saw that instead of wrapping her fingers right around the shaft she was using just their tips - using short, quick movements, lightly skimming over and around the rim of the head - then every now and then slipping them up over the taut, smooth curve - her thumb brushing backwards and forwards across the even more sensitive ridge of flesh beneath it. By doing that, concentrating on only the very most responsive parts, she of course excited me much more quickly. But when she saw that the intensity of the feelings she was creating were getting almost too strong she altered her grip, curling her fingers around the shaft, sliding them down to base then squeezing it tightly while her other hand gently fondled my achingly swollen balls. Having allowed enough time for the pressure to go down a little she slid her fingers back up and started playing with the head again. As she repeated that pattern of delightful torment over and over again my cock got bigger and harder, the veins down the shaft more prominent, the head darker, more glossy. Then, as my level of excitement rose higher and we saw the first drop of clear pre-cum appear, she looked up and after giving me an understanding smile she leaned slightly forwards, licked it off - and then slowly slid her lips down over the bulbous head. The thought of having her suck me off was of course exciting, but I wanted our first love-making in our special place to be a truly sharing experience. So after a minute or two I pushed her up off me, moved her around until she was lying half off the bed and spread her still stockinged legs wide apart. Although she probably expected me to go straight down on her I kneeled upright between them, letting my upright cock press tightly against her pussy as I bent forward over her and pressed my face down between her breasts. Just the feel of the warm silkiness of her skin was unbelievably thrilling and my excitement rose as my fingers and lips fondled, licked and sucked each breast in turn. They quickly became swollen, their nipples jutting and she moaned softly, her arms holding me tight, squirming herself down against my fiercely throbbing cock. When I could tell from the intensity of her reactions that she'd had enough, I pushed myself backwards and lifted her legs up on to my shoulders, shivering with pleasure at the feel of her nylon covered thighs pressing against my face. Then I began to work my way upwards, lightly kissing and licking my way towards her waiting pussy, the scent of her increasing arousal filling my nostrils as I moved closer and my cock responding even more strongly. In spite of my own rising need, I took my time, listening to her familiar sounds of steadily increasing pleasure and watching the first little spasms rippling across her belly. But I waited until she actually began to arch her hips up off the bed and her moans turned to more demanding grunts before stiffening my tongue and slipping it up between the lips of her pussy. As it probed deeper, then began to dart in and out of her I felt her hands clasping my head, pulling it hard up against herself as she urged me on. When her hips began to buck with an even more urgent rhythm I slid my tongue up over the hardened ridge of her clitoris, increasing the speed of its flickering as I felt her orgasm rising. Then, when I finally felt her body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her, I opened my mouth wide and sucked as hard as I could, savouring the acrid sweetness of her juices. Then, while the waves were still rolling through her I eased myself back a little and stood up. By then my bulging cock-head had become sticky with the pre-cum that been oozing out as my arousal had steadily increased and as I stood up she stared at it, her expression showing her excited anticipation of what was to come. But although my own need was becoming increasingly urgent I was even more determined to make this night truly memorable for her and felt sure that in spite of the achingly powerful pressure inside me I could hold on for just a little longer. I reached down and pulled her forward until her bottom was on the very edge of the bed, then began to wipe the head of my cock over and around her wetly pouting pussy-lips, then sliding it up and down the deep furrow between them. I watched as she squirmed and moaned in response to the new sensations that triggered inside her, reactions that became even stronger when I eventually slipped it higher, up to and over the dark pink ridge of her fully erect clitoris that was poking out through her pubic hair. But in spite of my determination to hold on for as long as possible, the feel of her clinging pussy-lips soon became too much and I realised that if I wasn't careful I'd end up climaxing before I'd even got my cock inside her. So I finally spread her legs wider, then nudged open the outer pussy-lips and, with a slight push, slipped my cock inside her, shivering with delight at the sensations that shot back up through the shaft as I felt myself sliding down into the wet, velvety warmth. 'Oh lover, that's beautiful.' Helen moaned softly as I entered her, sighing as I slowly pushed deeper and deeper. 'For me too darling - but there's even better yet to come.' I said, as I paused then began to slowly rock my hips back and forth, pushing myself further inside her with each move. She groaned louder, lifting her hips so I could get deeper still, until I had opened her up completely, our bodies jammed tightly together. The feel of having the wet velvety lining wrapped around my by then literally sizzlingly hot cock was phenomenal. And as the intensity of those sensations strengthened, the growing pressure in my tightly swollen balls became almost unbearable and again I wondered if I'd be able to hold back my climax long enough to finish what I had started. But, taking that risk, I began with long, unhurried strokes. Slowly pushing it deep into the very heart of her, holding it there, then gradually pulling back out, all the way up that exquisitely tight tunnel, until only the tip of my cock was left inside, pausing for a moment before thrusting back down into it again. The sensations were so marvellous I would have loved to have been able to just go on and on - but my body's deeper needs were more demanding and I suddenly realised that I had in fact been gaining speed - and that my rhythm was not only getting faster but also more powerful with each downward stroke. Helen began to grunt and shudder under the increasing force of my thrusting and from the contorted expression on her face I could tell that she was quickly nearing another orgasm. Then I felt my own inner surge begin its unstoppable rush, felt a torrent of semen searing up from deep down inside me and then I heard myself give a loud, almost anguished roar as the first load jetted deep into her already convulsing body. Her arms clawed at my back and she lifted her hips higher so I could get even deeper into her pussy, thrusting herself up at me as hard as she could. I went at her like a mad thing, load after load of semen spurting out of me, the frenzied excitement of what I was feeling giving me virtually inexhaustible strength. It seemed never ending and long after we both knew I had pumped the very last drop into her we continued on - my thrusting no less furious - Helen forcing my spent but still rigid cock deep inside herself. Sometime later, as we lay side by side, our hands continuing to slowly, undemandingly caress each other, I reached out to the bed-side controls and having turned off the main lights, turned on those in the sky-light. As I'd expected, Helen loved them, said they looked just the way she'd thought the real stars would - and as we lay there we imagined that we had somehow been transported to a remote, uninhabited tropic isle, whispering to each other all the things we'd get up to together there. Whether it was the romantic atmosphere between us, thoughts of what we'd said we would get up to on our fantasy island, her body's reaction to my hands' slow, sensual caresses - or perhaps a combination of all those things - after a while I sensed a change in her, a growing tension. The realisation that she was becoming aroused again triggered my own response to her and we made love again, that time much more slowly, much more sensually - but finally, just as explosively. After such a thoroughly draining session we soon fell sound asleep in each others' arms. I woke sometime during the night and for a moment or two was completely disoriented by the apparent field of stars above me, then remembered where I was and realised I had left the lights on in the sky-light. I reached out to find the bed beside me empty, sat up and saw the silhouette of Helen, standing looking out of the window. Slipping quietly out of bed I padded across and stood beside her, she had been so deep in thought she hadn't heard me get up and I momentarily startled her as I put my arm around her still naked waist. Those Days of...Ch. 66-67 'Oh, I didn't know you'd woken too darling. Look, all the clouds have blown away, it's a lovely night now.' 'It was a lovely night before.' 'Yes it was, absolutely wonderful. And there'll be lots, lots more for us won't there.' 'Thousands and thousands lover, as many as you want, for as long as you want.' She turned and slipped into my waiting arms, pressing herself tight against me, pulling my lips down to meet hers and we kissed, long and hard. I knew exactly what was going on in her mind, our life together had now really begun and we both looked forward eagerly to the joys, excitement and whatever else lay ahead of us. My thoughts went fleetingly to the floor below us - and I wondered if Steve had been able to thoroughly satisfy all Barbara's needs - if not, whether from time to time she would again be calling on my services. But the feel of Helen's soft warmth pressing against me, coupled with the slowly increasing passion of her kisses began to stir deeper feelings and having felt the result of that starting to press against her thigh she broke from my arms, took my hand and we headed back to bed again. And, as we had so many times before, we brought that first, memorable day in our new home to an end in a way that we felt certain would be repeated many, many times in the coming years together - by enjoying just one more long, sensuously satisfying bout of love-making. The End 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 !!!