2 comments/ 49677 views/ 7 favorites The Awkward Moment By: mattwatt43 THE AWKWARD MOMENT: There was an awkward moment at the door, one that they had never anticipated,and one that never should have been there, if they individually had thought of it. But it was there. Maybe before going on at all, we should analyze that 'awkward moment' a bit. It seemed to be a combination of a number of factors. She was, first of all, 50, or let us say '50is'. He was in his mid 20's, exhibiting that certain eagerness in most situations that is a trait of such an age group. She--Helen that is, was a very attractive '50ish' woman. That much about her had never changed at all. She was, he only now was taking the opportunity to realize, big breasted, wearing a tucked in white blouse, and remarkably thin waisted, once again taking into account the white blouse tucked into the dark blue skirt. The wideness of her hips, a very pleasant 'wideness' to be sure, was something that he could only guess at, since he didn't have the shallowness of manners that would let him take a step back and assess her hips and butt. All of that certainly made a contribution to the 'awkward moment' that they were sharing. But it certainly was not merely a function of age and of a sudden and unexpected realization of her charms as a woman, an older woman by a much younger man. No, he--Tim, had known Helen before, had known her well before. When Tim was growing, an early teen at the time, he'd first met Helen. She was the wife of the pastor at his church. The pastor himself, Tim remembered as pompous and not easy to either know or to have much personal confidence in. But she was different. She had always been a very gentle spoken, kind woman. There was always that about her that marked her in any society as definitely a 'lady' from anyone's point of view. It was certainly all these factors combined that made up the awkward moment that they were currently sharing. It had been for Tim a treat, an unexpected treat to be sure, to run into Helen again. He discovered her working in a store, which he was visiting. Their meeting was accidental and fortuitous: "Mrs. M!" he'd said with obvious pleasure and no small joy. (She had, after all, been a favorite of his back in 'those days'.) "Tim," she said pleased on her part also. "You remember!" he said to her smiling. "Of course, I remember," Helen said, "Why should I not, though you have changed, I see; quite the young man now." He blushed, and she noticed. "I'm sorry, dear," she said softly, "I've made you blush." "Not at all, Mrs. M," he said right away. At that moment they had no time. She was working, and he had only a little amount of time at the store right then. He smiled at her, a very warming smile. She returned the smile and said to him: "Tim, there's precious little time now but is it possible, to have a coffee or tea sometime. It's been years." "It has, and I'd like that," he returned. Then he asked, a little more reserved in his manner: "How's the reverend?" Her smile faltered just a bit and she said simply: "Oh, we've separated. I'm on my own these days." "Sorry to have asked an awkward question," he said, sensing the sensitivity of the situation. She put an hand then on his arm and said: "No, dear, it's perfectly alright; I know that you're not being nosy, just polite. I also know that you never really got along with him." "That obvious?" he asked. "Yes, dear," she said then. It was at that moment, in their first meeting, after such a long time, that they parted. Their determination to meet for 'coffee or tea' was left hanging in the air. He told her that it was so pleasant to see her, and she repeated the same and she went about the work she was doing and he did his shopping and was gone. It was about two weeks later that he did have an opportunity to go back to the store. She had not been on his mind. It was only as a vague after kind of thought that, as he approached the store, he remembered that she worked there. He did run into her again. He was all smiles, when he did: "Mrs. M! We meet again." "We do indeed, and aren't we the pair for never setting a time or place for that cup of coffee or tea and chance to chat and catch up!" she answered him. "I'm at your disposal, Mrs. M," he said then. "Well how nice," was her answer. "How is your school schedule? What kind of time to you have?" "It can be flexible, Mrs. M," he answered. "Well, I'm off next Tuesday," was her answer to that, "Is that any good for you?" "Sure," he said enthusiastically. "Just tell me when." "Say about 2 PM?" she offered. "Where?" he said, "We shouldn't get this far with our project to meet and go off again without getting it settled." She gave him an address, which was quiet near the store, and some directions about how to get there. He noted the directions down and promised to be there on the following Tuesday. He kept the appointment and went to visit her. He as, of course, curious about her situation. He wasn't sure if he should bring anything but didn't bother. "After all," he said to himself, "This is not a date." She met him at the door. She was wearing a, for her, characteristic white blouse and a blue skirt, an 'a-line' skirt. She acted pleased to see him,and invited him in. He caught her up with himself and his progress with school, and why he'd come to the city for grad school, instead of elsewhere. Her own 'update' of her situation was a bit more involved. She told him quietly about her decision finally to part from her husband saying: "It won't have come as news to you that he was a very difficult man to live with and get along with." "No," Tim ventured to say, "I can readily imagine that, even though my dealing with him were always pretty marginal." "He is bitter now," Helen said, "Spoke about me not wanting him and congregations not wanting him anymore. It was hard to hear." She got weepy then, a bit. He wasn't sure what to do but she handled the situation herself, before he had to do anything. "I'm sorry, Tim," she said, "Here I've invited you over for a cup of tea and I'm going on like a love lorn woman. You shouldn't have to put up with me being a weepy old biddy." He laughed then. She looked a bit surprised and said: "What?" "Well," he admitted, blushing, "I'd call you many things before I'd ever come up with the word 'biddy', much less the word 'old'." She smiled and put her hand on his then and said: "Tim Frazier, you certainly haven't lost any of your kind, gentlemanly ways; that's for sure." "But we're not going to dwell on 'his nibs' any more; that subject and any and all tears or problem are simply off the table for our discussion. Agreed?" she asked. "Agreed," he said. It was at that point that she asked him if he wanted any more of the cookies that she'd baked for their get together. "Well, I've never met a cookie that I didn't like!" was his answer, grinning. "I thought not," she said, "Students are students everywhere." She fetched another plate of cookies, as well as a bag of those that were left over to give to him, to take with himself. He indicated his appreciation for the cookies, and got himself ready to leave. "I've really enjoyed this, Tim," she said to him. "Mrs. M," he answered, "It was a treat for me. Far away from home and folks here and running into you has been a true down home treat." "Well, then maybe we should do it again," Helen said. His eyes brightened at the thought and he allowed that he'd like that. "Tuesdays are good for you?" she asked. "Yes, they're fine for me this semester," he said, walking to the door. They kept their date for the following Tuesday. On that occasion, she wanted to know all about his academics: what he was studying and all. She discovered his passion for engineering and realized in the process that he was good at what he was studying. She spoke to him then also about her wish to travel a bit but admitted that she needed to get organized a little before she indulged that passion. It was a pleasant and rewarding time for both of them. Then it was time for him to go; he did have a later afternoon commitment. As he walked to the door, she had her hand on the back of his arm. It was a small, simple thing but it was also the very first time that he was aware of her physically, through that touch. It was a warm touch on his arm, and, he realized right away, a pleasurable touch. Tim was in a state of confusion about this 'touch' thing before he actually got to her door. "After all," the inner voice indicated, "This is Mrs. M, the pastor's wife here." He tried to leave it go at that, and, having reached the door, turned around to thank her for the cookies, coffee and the chances he'd had these weeks to talk with her. She was standing, when they got to the door, fairly close and he was a little startled, when he turned to thank her and saw her that close. He thought that he'd just startled her and that she'd back off a few steps but she didn't. Then it happened: the 'awkward moment'. They were there and he had the strange feeling that one would have at the end of a date, when it was time to see if you were going to get a kiss before the date slipped inside the door or only a hand shake or nothing at all except a 'thank you for a nice evening'. It did, after all, feel like that just now, in this awkward moment. It felt like they'd had a 'nice evening' kind of time, and Tim flat out didn't know what to do. Helen solved the 'awkward moment' with Tim Frazier. She tip toed up and put her lips against his. It was no 'nice to see you again, Mrs M' kind of kiss. Her lips were soft and, what the romance writers call 'yielding'. This was obvious to Tim immediately. Her lips were slightly parted in the kiss giving him the promise of her tongue without actually having her tongue involved. The very moment her lips met his, she put her arms around his neck. And there were other revelations that joined his sudden awareness of the fact that Mrs. M had lips that could produce such a wonderful kiss. She was pressed against him, and, his next 'first' with her was his realization that her breasts were large. They pushed into his chest, and, he realized, were large enough not to be flattened but simply kind of bore their way into his chest. And more: His hands were around her, resting on her back, near her waist. It was a sly secret thrill for him, in those fleeting seconds, to not only be aware of her, for the first time, as a woman, but to be able to feel, with one upper hand, her back bra strap and with the other, at her waist, just above her waist, the upper edge of a pair of panties. The awkward moment led to flashes of discovery for him that turned his view of her entirely around. She was no longer only Mrs. M, she was a soft lipped woman, with an alluringly small waist, and large, soft breasts. She was, what was more, a woman whom he could now think of in her underwear.That had certainly not been the case before. He just didn't think of women that way, unless he was 'involved' with them. And now, at least in some way, on some level, he was 'involved' with Mrs. M, and had felt the back of her bra and the top of her panties, and these were really, really intimate things for him. And all this happened in the seconds that the kiss lasted. When they broke apart from the kiss, he said nothing. He just stared at her and smiled. Helen broke the kiss with a soft "ohhhhhh my!" and answered the smile. The impetus to overcome the awkward moment had been hers; he would never have had the nerve to try to kiss Mrs M, the preacher's wife. But she had moved into it and kissed him, setting off those world changing events that produced the series of new and marvelous thoughts of discovery. She was a little breathless, after the kiss, as she stepped back from him and said softly: "Tim, next Tuesday?" "You're on, Mrs. M," he said and then added a: "And thank you for everything." He blushed then, realizing what it sounded like and she giggled as she shut the door. "She giggled," he said to himself, as he walked away,"She actually giggled, Mrs. M giggled!" It had turned out to be a fairly overwhelming event, with piles of new sensations for him. He thought about it, turned it over and over in his mind all the way back to his small apartment by the school. The thing that kept coming back to him, more and more strongly was that this was not any kind of casual encounter with a young woman. The sum and substance of what had happened with Mrs. M, a 'woman of age', he guessed she should be called, was that he'd been, for those fleeting seconds, in the embrace of a lovely, mature, and very exciting woman. It was the basic impression that was left on him, in his mind, and the one that stayed with him for the whole week. He thought about it in different ways, from different points of view for the entire succeeding week. He realized above all that he should be thankful to her that she had taken the initiative, an initiative that he never would have had the nerve to take. 'Their kiss'----it was the almost enshrined way that he thought about it all week long----was probably the most exciting physical, sexual thing that had happened to him, he guessed: ever! There were also parts of it that he wondered about. He knew that he'd gotten an erection, almost as soon as her arms went around his neck and she began that wonderful kiss. He didn't know if she noticed or it bothered her or anything. He did know that even if she had no idea of anything beyond the kiss, his erection poking at her would certainly have proclaimed to her what was on his mind. "Nice going, Tim!" he said to himself, trying in the end to not be too chagrined about it all. These thoughts were what his week was made up of. He still didn't have her phone number and couldn't get in touch with her, except to go visit her but was determined to 'be cool' and not go charging there to see what was the reality of the situation. He hoped, hope upon hope, that he'd know what to do, when he saw her next week, for he wasn't sure what her reaction was going to be, when he got there. "Unless," he reasoned, "She decides not to see me at all, and lets me know that somehow." And that thought was a panic producing one all by itself. Tim occupied himself for the rest of that week, up to the weekend, with such an endless round of speculation produced by that one kiss. He had himself fairly tied up in knots and wasn't sure what to do. He was always fond of running and working out, and he now sunk his anxiety into his running, pushing himself harder and harder than he had before. It worked for him. It allowed him to get his mind off of the kiss and back on his school work and other issues in general. So that, by the time Monday rolled around he was fine with it and wasn't going to let it spook him so much any more. He didn't know if it was a sign of maturity or just giving his entire life up to desperation that he wasn't as nervous as he thought that he should be, when he went to see Mrs M on Tuesday. He brought even some flowers with him this time. She was smiling from ear to ear, when she opened the door for him and he presented her with the flowers. She took them and set them aside. While she was doing that, he took her all in: The white blouse, buttoned to the neck, the straight dark skirt but he saw her differently now. Now he knew of the lines of the underwear beneath her clothes; he'd felt those lines and that was a kind of intimate connection with Mrs. M that he'd never had before. Then the moment of crisis was there. It was the immediate successor to the awkward moment of the previous week. Helen spoke: "Tim, I owe you an apology for my infamous actions, when you were leaving last week." It was all the farther that she got. For although last week it was she that had jumped into to retrieve the 'awkward moment', this week, when she was being as wavering and weak, and anxious as he had the previous week, he was certain and acted. He kiss her, pulling her to himself. He didn't know if it meant that he be sent away in disgrace or such a thing but he did it. Helen reacted immediately, and fully. Her arms were around his neck instantly. She was making noises in her throat, little moans, as she kissed him and this time, this time her mouth was not only open but from between those soft, soft lips emerged her tongue slowly making contact with his lips. Immediately he realized that it was all there; everything that he'd had contact with before: bra strap, top band of a pair of panties. Only now he had the mental nerve to wonder what kind and color the panties were. Now he was able to think those intimate thoughts about her. The kiss broke and they talked at the same time: "Oh, Mrs. M . . ."he said. "Tim . . ." she began and then, as he hesitated, she said: "It's Helen." "Helen," he said softly to her, and then she kissed him back. The kisses remained soft with both give and take on both of their parts. They were now enhanced by the soft slow slipping of Helen's tongue into Tim's mouth and then him doing the same, where his tongue was received passionately by her, with her sucking on his tongue. As she kissed him, she had her hand entwined in his hair at the back of his head. His hands were still separated with one resting on the broad back strap of her bra and the other at her waist, again with a hand resting on the top band of her skirt. "Come in," she said. He let her lead him in, as she held him by the hand and drew her into the apartment. "That was very nice, Tim," she said. "Wonderful is the word for it," he replied. "It's funny," she went on, "I had decided that I was too brazen and totally out of line last week, when I kissed you at the door. We have history, you know, and there's this huge gap in our ages." Tim held up a hand at that point and said: "Helen, the history we can deal with, talk about, discuss but the age difference is never to be mentioned again." "You wonderful man," she said, and she was clinging to him again and rewarding him with another soft and vibrant kiss. At that point, Tim was living for those kisses; eating them almost as sustenance. "Tea or coffee?" she asked him, as they broke from the most recent kiss. "Uh, coffee, please, Mrs. . . .I mean, Helen," he replied. She smiled at him and ran her hand over his cheek: "It takes some getting used to doesn't it?" "Oh, I guess," he said. "You mentioned the history and it's all still there."And shaking his head, he added: "You used to teach me Sunday school." "Yes," she said, "Those were, I guess, good days, although the days weren't often that good with the Rev, you see." "I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "But you're maybe not surprised," she went on. "Not terribly," was his answer. "Well, it's as you said, that's one that we don't need to talk about any more," she said next. "Not at all," he said. He watched her with a different kind of eye, as she went into the kitchen for the coffee. He watched now the swell of her buttocks, as she walked away from him. He could see, through the somewhat transparent blouse, the imprint of her bra from the back. He was looking differently at Mrs. M; he knew that. He was taking her for, accepting her for and kind of sizing her up as a woman, and at that particular moment, as his woman. The thought shocked him and set him thinking. She came back with the coffee and they sat and talked. It was a totally different kind of conversation than they'd had the week before. That had been pleasant, the kind of talk, when old friends catch up. Now they were good, close friends talking about things that mattered to them, laughing at times and generally just enjoying themselves. The Awkward Moment This is my first story on the site, I would like to thank Lee(MLG52) for helping, correcting and advising me as an Editor, a great job, thank you Lynn walked into her bedroom naked; the shower had washed the cobwebs away. Moving towards the window, she looked out at the streets lights just now coming on. Glancing at her watch, noting it was 7pm, caused her to turn back to the bed to check the outfit she chose. She loved the way the black pencil skirt clung to her figure, complimenting her very sheer white blouse. As she slipped on a very thin, black thong, the coolness on her hairy mons urged her to rub her hands over it lightly, giving herself a wonderful twitch deep inside. Lynn had no need for a bra; her 34-B breasts were firm and pointed beautifully toward anyone interested. Lifting the blouse, she felt the coolness surround her as she slipped it on, feeling her nipples reach out for the soft fabric gently brushing over them. While buttoning her blouse, she looked down and could see her long, firm nipples making their presence known. No one would have to wonder whether she was wearing a bra! One last look in the mirror, and she knew she was ready for her date. Trevor was the local area manager; she was his administrative assistant. After an office function, he approached her privately. She loved the way he took control, insisted she have a drink with him. They talked most of the night together. That was last night, In the morning, he told her to be ready to go out for a meal; just like that! She felt a thrill as his voice commanded her to listen. A knock on the door startled her. Checking herself in the mirror one last time, she moved toward the door. Trevor looked at her with approval, perhaps anticipation, as she greeted him. Her blond hair shone like a halo; his eyes took in the sheer blouse, hardly concealing her firm breasts and rigid nipples. "Are you ready?" he questioned with a knowing smile. Lynn nodded, and after checking her keys and purse, closed the door. As the lift door closed, Lynn took a thorough look at Trevor, his rugged face was smooth. She could smell a feint trace of men's cologne, it smelled so masculine; classy, but not overwhelming. His square shoulders were covered in a suit that moulded to his frame, he was a "hunk," as the other ladies in the office building might say. Trevor had a car waiting to whisk them to dinner. The restaurant was new, but, he was told, gave great service and the food was superb. As they entered the lobby, she felt dozens of eyes on her. Lynn's nipples were hard with the movement of her blouse against them; she felt good, attractive. The meal was excellent. As they sipped brandy and coffee, Trevor remarked on her blouse. "It seems you enjoy having your breasts scrutinized; that is so sheer it leaves nothing to the imagination." Lynn blushed at forward remarks and said, "I thought you might like it." Trevor said nothing but called for the check. He took her elbow and led her out to the car. Giving his address to the driver, he sat back, completely silent. Lynn realized she had been wrong to choose that particular blouse. Trevor opened his front door and ushered Lynn inside. His lounge was spacious, and filled with a massive screen on the wall, three sofas, and a large glass low table as a centrepiece. Pouring himself a brandy, he turned to Lynn and said, "When I take a woman to dinner, I expect her dress respectably. If I want a slut to come with me, I will call you in the future". Stung by his words, Lynn hastily rose to leave the flat. "Stay where you are slut," Trevor growled. Moving toward Lynn, he reached out with both hands and ripped the blouse completely from her shoulders. Lynn froze on the spot as her breasts were now completely exposed. "Take that skirt off, too. Now!" he ordered. Lynn reached behind and lowered the zip; her hands trembled as he snapped at her to hurry up. Letting it slip to the ground, she stood there naked apart from the wispy thong she had on. For some reason, she was shivering, not from fear; something else inside made her tingle. Trevor moved around her as he gazed upon her nude form; he felt himself getting hard. Her nipples pointed upwards and very hard; the front of the thong was padded by her pubic hair. He hated pubic hair. Standing behind her he reached up, grabbed her hair, pulled her head back and whispered into her ear. "Were you trying to ridicule me, dressing like that you slut? Letting everyone see your pointed nipples." Lynn gasped as she felt his hand gripping tighter in her hair. "No!" she gasped. "I thought it would please you." Trevor pushed her to the glass table, bending her over he ripped the thong from her body and lashed at her naked ass with his hand, leaving hand prints on both cheeks. Forcing her to her knees he said, "When you address me you will call me SIR, do you understand"? Lynn replied in a soft voice "Yes, sir. I am sorry, sir" "Go into the shower and take that fuzz off; you will always be clean shaven from now on," was his next order. "Yes sir" Lynn said in a quiet voice, and moved in the direction he was pointing. Lynn closed the door to the bathroom and leaned against the door. She felt her heart beating very fast. But she was not afraid; in fact, she felt moisture on her pussy. Her finger slid between the lips to confirm; sure enough, she was very wet there. Lynn was getting visibly turned on; she knew she had met the man she wanted, someone to control her! As she shaved her pussy, she remembered the roughness as he handled her, her ass still stung, but it felt so good. Moving back into the lounge, she saw Trevor on the phone. He pointed to a spot in front of him; she moved towards it and stood still. Trevor reached to her shoulders and forced her to her knees. "From now on, slut, you will always be on your knees until I command otherwise. Do you understand?" Trevor was serious. Lynn bent her head and replied simply, "Yes, sir." Trevor replaced the receiver and walked towards her. "Lay on the table, face up," he ordered. Lynn scrambled to her feet and positioned herself, ass down on the glass table. "Now spread your legs like a slut, while I check if you are smooth enough." Lynn felt degraded but obeyed instantly. Her pussy exposed to his searching eyes, Lynn anxiously watched the bulge in his pants as he moved closer. Suddenly, she felt his finger pull her lips apart, searching for stray hairs, his finger probed the entrance and immediately entered deep inside her. Lynn felt her pussy getting so wet. He slid in easily; inserting another finger, he twisted both together, reaching deep inside her. Lynn was so turned on she came, her body shaking with her orgasm. Seeing this, Trevor pulled his fingers out of her pussy and put them to her lips, "Clean my finger you cum whore" Lynn took his fingers and inserted them deep into her mouth, sucking the cum from them and licking the fingers clean. "I can see you like to suck things you slut", taking his pants down he stood there in his shorts, his hardness making a tent. "Suck this you whore, take it deep and don't you dare spill a drop". Slowly Lynn took his shorts down, exposing his cock; it was about seven inches long and about three inches thick. Trevor grabbed her hair again, forcing his cock into her mouth, savouring the heat as her lips closed over the head. He started to fuck her face, her tongue was licking the underside as he pushed deeper into her hot mouth. Holding his hands on both sides of her head, he went deeper, feeling her gag. He ignored that and still thrust deeper. He felt himself coming, thrusting deeper he forced his cock into her throat, spewing his cum deep inside her. Lynn felt the last push enter her throat and a burning, searing pain as he spewed his cum into her. Pulling out a bit, he let the rest fill her mouth, "Suck it up, you slut. Don't miss a bit of it or you will be punished". Lynn tried to swallow it all, but her throat hurt from the rough thrusts of his cock, she felt some leaking from her lips and saw it hit her breast. Trevor stood up straight and grabbed her arm, pulling her toward another room. Opening the door, Lynn was surprised to see a modern day torture chamber. Looking around, she shuddered when she saw: a rack; a St George's cross fixed to the wall; a set of stocks; a very strange chair in the corner; and hanging from the ceiling was a pulley with lots of ropes. Dragging her to the stocks, he placed her head and wrists into the holes supplied, closing and locking her into position. "I warned you, slut. Now you get your punishment." Trevor went out of the door and closed it. Lynn stood there helpless to move, but she was so wet, her pussy was leaking all down her leg. She had loved being forced to take his driving cock in her mouth; she could still taste his cum in her mouth. Trevor returned carrying a long pole with shackles on it. Strapping one ankle in, he forced her legs apart, and secured the other ankle. She was helpless, and spread wide open. Trevor moved behind her as he stripped off his clothes. He reached for a paddle hung on the wall. Walking towards Lynn, he raised his hand and brought it firmly down. Lynn felt the searing pain on her ass and it took her breath away. "You will count how many strokes I give you out loud. If you miss one, we start again. Do you understand"? "Yes, sir" gasped Lynn as the second one came down harder . "One," gasped Lynn. "Wrong; that was the second," smirked Trevor. "So we start again." Lynn shook as the next one landed on her inner thigh, counting as she received them. Each one landed in a different place; her body was racked with pain, but her pussy kept creaming as she screamed out the tenth one. Trevor took a breath and looked at her splayed out body, her breasts heaving as she gulped for breath. He knew he had to have her now. Tying a belt to her waist, he operated the pulley system. It brought her feet off the ground, with her legs still spread by the bar. When it was the right height, he tied it off. Getting between her spread legs, his hands roughly pulled her red raw cheeks apart, causing Lynn to moan. His finger pushed deep inside her pussy, he felt it grasping his fingers as he pushed in harder. Lynn felt herself being fingered, gasping as his roughness brought her off again, suddenly his fingers were out and she felt a rush of cold air as her pussy gaped open. Trevor's cock was rock hard. He moved closer, lining up his cock to her anxious pussy. He thrust deep inside her, feeling her womb smash again his cock head. Lynn screamed as her next orgasm swept through her body. Trevor knew it wouldn't be long before he came; her pussy had clamped hard around him milking the cum from his body. Two more pumps and he felt himself shooting deep inside her. Lynn's body shook as her orgasm flowed through her body; she felt warmth come over her as her last spasm ebbed. Trevor walked in front of Lynn, climbing up a short set of steps he thrust his softening cock into her mouth. "Clean me, you slut!" he ordered. Her mouth sucked in the softened cock and then licked his balls clean from all of their cum. Lowering the pulley and removing the shackles, he led Lynn to a low gym horse. Bending her over it, he chained her wrists to the handcuffs on the legs, doing the same to her feet. She was bent over, exposing her pussy and her ass for all to see. "I am going for a shower to get rid of your stinking cum from my body. Then I have another surprise for you, my cum slut whore." Lynn took the chance to evaluate her position: her body ached; her pussy was so sore; her throat hurt; her ass was raw and bleeding; and she had been extremely humiliated. Then it dawned on her, this is how she should be, made to conform to her new master. Her thoughts were disrupted by the door opening again, Trevor entered with another couple of people. "Here is the little slut," he said and slapped her ass hard. Lynn groaned as her body shook with the pain. When the people entered the room and stood before her, she noticed there were a man and a woman. She could only see the feet of the people as they stood before her. The woman reached down and pulled Lynn's head up by her hair. "OK get her off that and tie her to the cross", she growled. Trevor and the other man pulled her from the horse and secured her wrists and legs to the cross. The woman reached out and pulled both of Lynn's nipples hard. Lynn gritted her teeth as she felt the nails of the woman cut into her nipples. Reaching over to a table, the woman got some nipple clamps. Pulling one nipple through, she proceeded to tighten the clamps. Lynn screamed as the pain ran through her body; the same thing was done to the other nipple. Lynn felt a searing heat as the second clamp was tightened. Gasping for breath she fought the pain. The woman slapped her hard across the face for screaming out. She got a ball gag, forced it into Lynn's mouth and tightened it up. The woman reached down to Lynn's pussy and started to run her fingers through her lips, reaching her clit ,she teased it until it grew enough to be able to grasp it in her fingers. Suddenly she reached over and took another object from the table. Lynn felt a sudden pain shooting though her body so intense she passed out. The woman had placed a crocodile clip on her clit. When Lynn came to, she saw the woman putting on a strap-on dildo; it was jet black and so long and thick. The two men went to the cross and pulled a couple of levers on the side. The cross with Lynn strapped on it was laid flat. The woman walked between Lynn's legs, gripping the thick dildo, lining it up, she thrust deep inside Lynn, making her recoil at the thickness of it. Holding the crocodile clip, the woman twisted it as she thrust hard into Lynn's aching pussy. The two men had got floggers and started to attack Lynn's breasts. Moving in time with the dildo, they lashed her nipple clamps, causing such pain that Lynn slid into oblivion again. Lynn felt the freezing cold water rouse her. They had put a hosepipe on, soaking her. Her teeth chattered as the freezing water played onto her nipples. The hose was roughly shoved deep into her pussy; the icy water caused her pussy to clamp tightly on the hose. Lynn was released from the cross and pushed into an ante room, a towel was flung in and the door slammed shut. Lynn looked around, the room was very sparse, just a bed with handcuffs at the head. Then the light was turned off and she was in darkness. Stumbling to the bed, sore and cold, she lie on the bed and fell into a troubled sleep. Some hours later she awoke, still in darkness. She touched her pussy and felt the puffiness of her lips. Her aching clitoris and nipples were so sore she dare not touch them. Then she heard the key turn in the lock, and a bright light flooded the room. Trevor beckoned her out of the room. Quickly remembering his earlier command, she fell to her knees in front of him and waited for him to speak. "I have contacted the office and told them you have quit your job. Your flat has been put up for sale, your clothes are here, you will stay here as my slave and puppet." "You will be available for me and my friends to use as we desire, do you understand"? Lynn looked at the floor and said in a quiet voice, "Yes, Master." Trevor led her into the lounge, the big screen was on showing her degradation, and how the woman had pounded her pussy and twisted her clit. Lynn felt calmer now as she watched. She now knew her place, at the feet of her new master, to serve him and his friends. She realized that this night was only the beginning, and was apprehensive but anxious to discover all the new experiences waiting for her. Not the end The Awkward Moment They spent the time so companionably that it slipped away from them. He noticed it and said to her: "Helen, I have to go soon; I have a mountain of stuff to do." "I know that, Tim," she said. "Tell me, before you go: you said that the kiss was wonderful. Tell me about that. I loved the sound of that and was wondering what you meant by it." He got red. "I'm not sure if I can say it all to you, Mrs. M," he said. She put her hand over his and said softly: "Tim, you wonderful man, I just had my tongue in your mouth and then I was able to suck on yours. We're beyond the point of embarrassment here. That was for last week, and you were man enough, and insistent enough to get us beyond that point with your kiss. There's no embarrassment for us now." He breathed a sigh, and put his hand on top of hers: "You're right, Helen!" he said. Then he went on: "The kiss: its all for me about soft, soft lips, almost open and at first not quite; exquisite lips and exquisite kissing. That's been wonderful." She smiled at him: "You'll turn this girl's head!" she said. "I'm only telling the truth," he said then, "You I'd never lie to!" "More?" she asked. "Yes," he said, "This is the courage part." He sighed and then spoke: "The kiss, the kisses, they make me look at you a new way; your not the preacher's wife; when you're in my arms and you have your arms around my neck and your hands in my hair, your a woman and I'm responding to you, and that kind of information about you is really, really heady stuff for me." She shook her head 'yes' and kissed the back of his hand. "And then, when my arms are around you, I came into contact with . . ." He trailed off. "Please, Tim, love, it's okay for us," she encouraged. "I came into contact with the back of your bra and my other hand felt the waist band of your panties, and I had never ever thought of you wearing those kinds of things or having those kinds of things, and now, when you're against me, I can feel how full and marvelous your breasts are and feel the pushing of your thighs against mine, and it hardly computes with me that it's you, Helen, Mrs. M that I'm having those thoughts about." "Honey," she said, "You certainly have a way with words." She leaned across the table and kissed him then, a soft, short kiss but of the same kind, giving him the same kind of thrill and ache. "Tell you what," she said, "What I'm going to do now is risky. You need to do some work and I think we'll let things go this way for today. Next Tuesday?" "Fine!" he said, "But risky?" "Yes, Tim," she went on, "An instinct tells me to do something now to make you mine, even if it's for a short time, that the time for us is now, if it's going to be but I think you need the week to kind of get your mind around this. So, we'll let what has happened be what is ours for today." He shook his head, kind of relieved to have a little more time to think about this and work it over in his mind. "Only," she said to him then, as they got up for him to go, "More kisses at the door." "More kisses at the door," he echoed and smiled at her broadly. "You beautiful man!" she said, leaning a head against his shoulder, and they walked to the door with their arms around each other's waists. At the door, before he could open it, she slid into his arms and tilted her face up for a kiss, and again the wonder of it engulfed him, and fed him in a way that he didn't even know that he needed. They broke off the kiss and she said to him, staring up at his face: "Yes, wonderful!" The she was pressed against him again and was kissing him, giving him kisses as though a life line. He held onto her and was a little startled, when she took one of his hands, the one at her waist, and, still kissing him, never stopping, pushed the hand down until it came to rest on her buttocks. He let out a little moan from his throat, as he felt the soft roundness of her butt cheeks, and ran the hand around over each of the cheeks individually, feeling also the lower leg band edge of her panties. To himself and for himself, he said: "What an ass on her!" And he pushed back into the recesses of his mind the thought that came, again unbidden: "Hey, this is Mrs. M that you're fondling." His answer, in shoving the thought away was a quick: "Yeah, and doesn't her ass feel great!" Then the thought was gone, and he felt as though he'd gotten over another hurdle. "Helen," he said, as he was exiting, "You're wonderful to be with. I'll look forward to next Tuesday." "So will I, love," she said to him, giving him a quick kiss to send him off. It was another challenging week for him but this time the thoughts were different. She'd taken yet again, he realized, a different kind of place in his thoughts. The previous week's dwelling on the strangeness of it, the shock of it to have kissed Mrs. M, and have enjoyed the kiss so much, were replaced now with a barely muted sense of excitement, that hardly ever left him. Tim spent the week, working, going to class and doing daily chores often with a hard on. On Friday, he did need to go to the store, and did it with anticipation. As he was entering the store three women were leaving, and he realized that Helen was one of them. He said a shy 'hi' to her but she stopped and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. She told the other two that she'd catch up with them, and stood, all smiles for him. "You make me feel so good," he said, "The way that you greet me. How are you, Helen. Is it okay to call you that in public?" She laughed and said: "Of course it is; we're friends. Seeing you today makes my day. How have you been." "Truth?" he asked. "Truth!" she said. "Perpetually erect for the past three days!" She put her hand over her mouth and giggled at what he said. "Well, that makes Tuesday's tea party that much more exciting with its possibilities," she said softly to him. "Yes, it certainly does for me," was his answer. Then he thought for a few seconds and said to her: "Be careful or I'm going to grab you and get one of those wonderful kisses from you right here." "What a lovely thing to say, Tim," she said. "Keep that thought in mind. I need to go and join the girls, we're off to lunch." He was just about to go into the building, when she called to him and the three women approached. She smiled, when they got together and she said: "The ladies insisted that I introduce my handsome friend; girls, this is Tim Frazier; he was in my Sunday school classes, oh, I guess ten years ago. Tim, this is Alicia and Judy, my co-workers." Alicia was a bit overweight and Judy was short but pretty. He greeted them graciously and said how much of a treat it had been for him to run into Mrs. M again here at the store. Then the three of them turned to go. Helen, in parting said to him: "Tim, here's this; I prepared it for you." She handed him a card with her phone number on it. "I don't want to tie up your time; I know what the pressure of your grad courses are like. Just use it if you need." Then she left with Alicia and Judy. He noticed that the three of them were giggling with their heads together, as they arrived at the car that they were using. When she'd gone, he felt the weight of the card in his hand and looked at it with pure pleasure. "'Use it if you need,' he uttered to himself, "I guess!" He called her that night. He'd just finished some work on a paper that he was preparing and got the phone and called. Her voice was sleepy, when she picked up the phone, soft but sleepy. "Helen?" he said. "Yes," she said and then a "Oh, Tim, how nice." He was startled and ashamed that he'd called so late. "I'm sorry that I called so late," he said right away. "I just stopped work on a project and picked up the phone without looking." "And I sound like a sleepy head," she said with a soft chuckle. "You sound warm and, uh, sexy," he said in return. "Tim Frazier, you certainly know how to turn a girls' head," was her next comment. He laughed and said: "Well, I try." "Well, you succeed," was her answer to that. "I just wanted to call before I went to bed," he explained. "How nice of you to think of that," she said. "How was the work tonight?" "Oh, things are going fine; I'm keeping up with it, and the end is finally in sight," he said. They talked for another seven or eight minutes before he told her that he was going to bed now. "Sleep tight," she said to him. "Busy weekend?" "Yes, I have to work," he said, "And finish this paper that I'm toiling on." "We're clear for Tuesday?" she asked softly. "Wouldn't miss it," was his answer. "Good then," she said. "Call me tonight if you wish." "Thank you, Helen, I will," he said before hanging up. "Tim, I kiss you," she said. "That makes the night so much better," was his reply. Then on an impulse he added: "Helen, forgive me if I'm acting in all of this like a love struck teen ager!" "Honey," she replied, "You're only acting like you and that's all that's needed. We'll see about that part on Tuesday." "Gives me something to look forward to," he replied. "How's that problem," she asked. "The erect one." "Still a problem," he said, chuckling. "Goody for me!" was her comment, as she hung up with a kiss over the phone. He sat back then and with a positive smile on his face said: "I'm having an affair with Mrs. M, the preacher's wife!" That thought was on his mind, and the remembrance of the feel of his hand on her ass, as he got into bed in the dark and proceeded, before sleeping, to jerk off. His thoughts never left her, the feel of her, the smell of her and those kisses, as his hand worked faster and faster to bring himself off. He had a weekend in, working on the paper that was due. He was pleased with it and the way that it made him think a bit differently than he normally did. He fell into bed at 11 PM absolutely tired. The phone rang at midnight. He picked it up and mumbled a 'hello'. It was Helen. He woke quickly. "Hi, Tim," she said and her voice as strange. He sensed that something was wrong. "Helen," he said, "What's wrong?" "Tim," she said, "I have an important question and I depend on you for a truthful answer." "Yes," he said, "You know that I'll do that. "Tim, am I making fool of myself with all this?" she said, just barely above a whisper. "Truth?' he asked. "Truth," she said. "Helen, I've had an erection now ever since that first kiss, and the kiss has never left my mind for a minute." "Really?" she said, giggling. "Really," he said, "You want to feel it?" She giggled again. Then she said: "I'm going to ask the man's question: what are you wearing, Tim?" He laughed softly and said: "Nothing." "Oh," she said, "That gives a girl something to go on." "And you, Helen?" he returned. "Oh, very little!" was her coy answer. "Cruel woman!' he said laughing. "Tuesday's coming," she said. "So am I about now!" he said. She shrieked: "Are you? Right now?" "Right now!" he said and groaned his way into cumming. "Dirty boy!" she said, "Save some of that for Tuesday." "Oh, I will," he assured her. "And, Tim," she concluded, "Thank you." "You're welcome, Helen; good night," he finished. "Yes, good night, Tim; now clean yourself off!" she said giggling again. "Yes, ma'am," he said. "So polite," were her last words. It was as though Tuesday was obstinate and would never come at all. Finally, he was on his way to her apartment. He was almost hyperventilating already. Tim wasn't completely sure if this was a full fledged attraction, which he tended to believe, or a world shaking chance to fuck someone who was so important in his world previously as had been Helen M. Whatever the case, he felt that this night was going to be one to remember. He went to her apartment and rang the doorbell. It didn't take her long to come to the door, which she opened. She stood just inside the door and smiled at him. "Oh how beautiful!" Tim said without thinking or even moving. It made Helen smile broadly. She was wearing a nightgown. It was a pearl white and had thin straps and went to her ankles. She also wore heeled bedroom slippers. The material of the gown was perilously thin as to almost be transparent. She was wearing a pair of tiny panties, seemingly bikinis, which could be easily seen through the material of the gown. Apparent too was a lovely thatch of curly pubic hair. Her large and impressive breasts were hanging free without a bra, and her nipples were hard and alert. "I'm sorry," he said, "I'm staring but you have simply stopped me in my tracks!" "You give me such nice compliments," Helen said, "Step into my parlor, said the spider to the fly!" He laughed, and said: "Gladly, Ms Spider!" He was inside the apartment then, and she shut the door; then, with no further talking, he had her in his arms and they were kissing. The kiss was sweet, as they all had been, and began softly and increased into an opened mouth kiss on both of their parts, and then went to a new and passionate level, increasing in its insistence and furor. He let his hands roam freely down her back and to her ass cheeks. He held a cheek in each hand and pulled at them, lifting them up and separating them, causing Helen to make noises in the back of her throat that only spurred him on. "We'd better do this quickly," she said, "Or I'm going to explode." "Quickly, yes," he said, "I'm afraid that the first time will be that. I'm so wrought up by your kisses and last week's feel of your ass." He hesitated then and said: "Helen, you don't mind my using those words?" "Use love words with me, Tim; no one has ever done that, and I find it thrilling. I love the feel of your hands on my ass, and the way that you play with it makes me think that something is going to happen to my ass later that I will probably like." "I'm sorry," he went on, "I'm so klutzy today; I've forgotten that I brought you a gift." "Oh," she squealed with delight, "I love gifts." She looked at him and said: "Tim, you treat me so differently than anyone ever has before. I mean the gifts and the secret world of love words, dirty words that some might simply have thought would offend but which put me so much in the mood." She squealed again and said: "You bought me a pair of panties! How marvelous. I'll try them for you later. Now, please, please, I'm pleading, I'm begging, I'm asking as humbly as I can, take me to the bedroom." "I'm going to fuck you, Helen!" he rasped. "Yes, fuck me; first of all, before anything and everything, because that's what I want, Tim. It's time for me, for us to have everything. I will say 'no' to nothing that you want, that you ask for, that you demand, that you do." He cut her off then with another kiss; he couldn't seem to get enough of the kisses from her. Then he reached down and pulled her up into his arms, with her hands around his neck, and his arms under her knees and the small of her back. "Ohhhhhh," she said, sighing, "This is being more and more perfect." She directed him and he got her to the bedroom and set her down. With her eyes never leaving his face, she shrugged the straps of her nightgown off of her shoulders, one after the other and let it fall. It puddled around her hips and she said: "Tim, can you help an old lady out here?" "Only if you quit the 'old lady' talk. There's nothing 'old' about the piece of ass that I'm looking at," he said back to her, ending with a grin. "Piece of ass!" she said, with a barely suppressed giggle, "No one has ever called me that." "About time then," he said to her. "Help is on the way," were his next words. He stepped up behind her and pushed the silky material down and off of her hips, so that it now puddled on the floor. Then his arms were around her, and one captured a huge tit and the other went diving down the front of her panties and played among her pubic hairs. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" she sighed, "Didn't I say it: better and better!" "Let's get the lady naked now," he said and began to push the panties down off of her hips and past her thighs to her knees. In order to finish the process, he went and knelt in front of her and took the waist band of the panties in each hand and pulled them down, letting her step out of them. He stayed in that position, however, and, grabbing her by the ass cheeks, pulled her forward and planted a large kiss on her pubic hair. "Ohh," Helen said but the short 'Ohh' turned to a major moan, as Tim now kissed her pubic hair in earnest and let his tongue wiggle its way into the nest of Helen's pubic hair until it came in contact with her pussy lips. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Helen moaned then, and looking down on the top of his head, now so busy, said: "This has never happened, Tim!!!!!! Never . . .not everrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" "It is now!" he said, looking up at her, a very satisfied look in his face. "You're eating me!" she said, a note of incredulity in her voice, "Ohhhhhhh dear!" "The lady sounds pleased," Tim said, pausing only to say that before pushing his tongue back into the cavern of her pussy, licking at the walls, seeking, searching and finally finding the button of her clit, and beginning to play with it. He rasped his tongue back and forth over her clit, pushing it this way and that, back and forth, and he'd now rendered Helen beyond words---speechless. She was gripping his head, her hands in his hair and, almost completely outside of herself, began to pump her hips at his face: "Love this!"She finally managed, "Loooooooooovvvvvve this!!!! Love you, Tim!" Then Helen was cumming. For her it was as strong a reaction to physical stimulation as she'd ever known in her life. Her knees were weak and he was up on his feet and guiding her to the bed, to let her lie down immediately. She looked up at him with positive adoration in her face and said: "What . . .what did you just do to me?" "Began to make love to my lady!" he said. "Oh, yes, it was love; oh, yes!" she said. Then she noticed that his face was all wet. "You're face . . .wet with me!" she said. He grinned, and said: "Need a towel maybe." She shook her head, no! Helen was having new sexual, physical experiences here and wasn't willing to lose even one of them, no matter how much a side issue. "No," she said then, "Let me; use me; I . . .do it!" She took his head between her hands and began to softly lick the wetness from his face. He just smiled at her, as she did, and let her. When she was finished, she said: "Oh, I'm afraid to ask 'what's next'!" the adoration still obvious on her face. "This is," he said, and settled himself between her splayed thighs and slowly, moved his cock head into the entrance of her pussy. "Ohhhhhh," Helen was moaning again, "Not only as good, better! Tim, Tim, this is an 'it's never been like this' experience . . ." Just then he pushed his cock all the way into her pussy and she lapsed into an: "Eeeeeeeeeee!" He was whispering fiercely into her ear then: "Helen, I'm fucking you! Say it! Say it to me! Now!" "Yes, yes," she responded, lifting her hips to match his rhythm, "You're fucking me! It's taken me so long to be fucked this way and I want it all! Just all! Darling, darling, use me every way, any way. I want to be the one you fuck!" Tim was ecstatic. She was babbling and making all sorts of love sounds, while he moved into a rhythm with her. He realized that his crisis was coming and backed off a bit. He stopped his movements and began to pull out of her. "Stop! Why?" she panted, confused. "Moving," he said, "Move with me." He manhandled her into a new position. The Awkward Moment "Want to fuck you doggie style!" he said next. Helen giggled, "Doggie style! I should tell the girls at work that I got fucked doggie style!" "No," he said, still breathing hard, "Then they'll all want me to do it to them." Helen hooted then, and looked over her shoulder at him, as he got into place between her legs, with her on all fours. "Helen, Helen," he said, "Look, just look at the ass on you!" She smiled over her shoulder just as he slapped her ass. "You hit me!" she said. "No, I didn't," he said, "I slapped your ass. You have a very slappable ass, Helen!" "Ohhh," she said, "Slapped my ass." "Tell the girls at work that too," he said next, as his cock slid into her. She hooted again and pressed herself back against the invading cock. Tim started the movement again, grasping her by the hips and fucking her this way. "Being fucked doggie style!" she said, in wonder. "Helen, who never bothered to live, is being fucked her doggie style! And she likes it!" He leaned down and bit her neck, and said: "You do babble, when you're being fucked, woman!" "Sorry!' she said. "Don't you dare be sorry," he said then, "It's wonderful." Then he concentrated on just fucking her for a bit, with her constantly moaning with his thrusts into her. He slowed down again, as he was approaching his orgasm, and, grabbing her, pulled her into a new position. "Eeeep!" she squealed, as he moved her, so that this time, she was sitting on his lap, impaled on his cock with her back to him. He had his arms around her and grabbed her by her two nipples and pinched her nipples. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she wailed, "Wonderful! Your fucking is . . .wonderful! Just . . ." Then he was whispering into her ear in a hoarse voice: "Fucking you is would class, Helen, Mrs. M! World class!" "Oh, thank you, and don't stop; do it as many . . .as many times as you . . .as . . .you like!" He whispered again: "Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" "Tell! Tell!" she said, bouncing now in his lap. "I'm going to put you over my knee one time and spank your naked ass!" "Yessssssssss!" she said, losing herself, her maidenly ways, her composure totally in what he was doing to her. "Then I'm going to kiss your reddened ass cheeks, where I've spanked you; and then I'm going to separate your ass cheeks and kiss the inner walls of your ass crack!" he went on. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned, half from what he was promising her and half from the glorious fucking that was happening. "Then I'm going to use my tongue and lick your ass hole!" he said. ""Whaaaaaaaaat?" she said, "Really?" "Really! A promise!" he said. "And more," he went on. "How can . . .more?" she said. "Gonna fuck your ass hole then!" he said, teeth clenched now. "Cumming!" he said next. She also was feeling the power of the orgasm overtaking her. She had one last word before she became incoherent again: "Yesssssss, do that; I love it! You do everything to me! Every . . . Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" she finished in a wail. They settled down only gradually. He spooned her on the bed. She said to him softly: "I'm sorry, Tim, love, but that was so wonderful that I'm afraid that I'm going to cry!" She began to cry then and he turned her to himself. "No one has ever taken the time to be like that with me!" she weeped against him. "We've only begun to do those things, Helen!" he said. "Have we? Really?" she asked, looking up, tears on her face, at him. He kissed the tears away and said: "Yes, I promise; now come here." She snuggled against him and he pulled her as close as possible. She stayed that way as her sobs subsided. After a while she broke the silence: "Can I ask a favor?" "Yes, love," he said. "Stay with me tonight?" she said. "Love to! The lady's sleep-in lover!" he said. "Oh, I have a lover!" she said. "I know," he said, laughing, "Tell the girls at work that!" "Maybe I will," she said defiantly. "I dare you!" he said. "Oh," was her response, "Dares to my generation were serious." "Well, I don't take it back but even if they ask, I'm not going to do it to them. It's you who are my bitch!" "Whaaaaaaa?" she exploded. "Bitch?" It set her off giggling, and she said: "That's so cool! To have a lover and to be his bitch!" Then she said very comfortably: "Stay the night!" "Yes," he answered, "Stay the night." They didn't make any plans to move from where they were. They talked quietly for a while and then drifted to sleep but the sleep was light and Helen woke. She propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at him. Tim's eyes fluttered and he looked at her. She said: "Thank you!" "For what?" he asked. "For bothering with me; I'm fifty, I've had very little kinds of experience, have been naive most of my life and these weeks and days you've made it such a technicolor thing." "Wait a minute!" he said, "What do you think my aim is here?" "Not sure," she said, "Don't care either." "No, no, let me make it clear," he went on. "Right from the first kiss, the awkward moment, when we were deciding if this was a relationship that needed a kiss and you took the initiative, right from then I was lost on you. I am still. It's been such a soft and sexy treat. I have no plans or intentions to go anywhere or be with anyone else or do anything else." "Oh, Tim," she sighed. Then she looked at him expectantly. He laughed and said: "Okay, tell me; what's on your mind." "I . . ."she began, hesitating. "Helen, spit it out!" he demanded. "It's just that you've brought such light and excitement into a very hum-drum life. I mean here I am, having my ass slapped, being called your bitch, a piece of ass, and none of that fits with who I've been but it is so exciting. I can hardly wait for what is next, for you to make another demand that will make me giggle and maybe cringe. It's just that . . ." She hesitated again. "What, love?" he said, "You can ask me anything." "Can I?" she asked. "Yes," he said and kissed her. "I want to do something, and that is so against who I've been. I want to do something, something that would make my luncheon girlfriends gasp and giggle. Tim, I have no experience, and don't know what to do. I'd love to be in a position where I said: 'If they could see me now!' and know the downright dirty joy of that." "Okay, out of bed, bitch!" he said, hopping up himself. She was initially startled but followed him out of bed. "On your knees," he said. She did it, went to her knees. She looked up at him and the first thing that she saw was his stiff cock, bobbing up and down in front of her face. "Oh, yes!" she said. "This is it. But you must coach me. This I've never done." "Never?" He asked. "What kind of man was . . ." he stopped and said: "I'm sorry for that." "No, don't apologize," she returned, "He was that kind of man. There were rules and we lived by them. It was never exciting. A chore, a job, a duty! Not like this." He smiled then and said: "So, Helen the bitch is about to become Helen the cock sucker!" "Oh, yes, another, what shall I say, notch in my belt!" she said happily. "On your way to becoming my slut! My very own!" he said softly. His use of the name made her pause, as though to run the name around her head and get used to it being used, in whatever fashion about her: Slut! Then she went on: "Yes, I'll be that for you, Tim; I will! I heard what you said about not going anywhere, and I'm going to be what you want me to be. This is so exciting." She hesitated and gingerly grabbed his cock with her hand. "Can I . . .can I, may I kiss it?" she asked. "Yes, to begin with," he said. She leaned in and kissed the head of his cock. "So soft and yet so hard," she said, "Lovely texture." "In your mouth, woman!" he demanded. She grinned at him and opened wide. It turned out that she needed little or no actual teaching. Helen did extremely well at the task of suck Tim's cock. She held onto the base of the prick and began by just taking its head in her mouth. When it was there, she used her lips and tongue on it. She noticed that, when she licked the underside of the head, it brought a particular response from Tim and proceeded to do that, sucking it deep within her mouth and then going back to working on the head. After just a bit, Tim said: "Okay no hands for a bit now.'" She took her hands off of the cock and said dutifully: "No hands." Her head was back down and at work immediately. She tried to creep her lips down the cock and take as much of it in her mouth as possible, now clutching Tim's ass cheeks with her free hands. The cock hit the back of her throat and triggered her gag reflex. She backed off and got a little further down the shaft of the prick with the next try. Then she backed off the 'deep throating' and began to move her head up and down on it, pulling the skin with her lips as she did. Soon enough, Tim whispered to her: "Helen, cumming soon!" She shook her head 'yes' and refused to take her mouth off of his cock, when he began to spurt his cum into her mouth. It almost overwhelmed her at first but she took it, with only a bit spilling out the side of her mouth. He'd held her head in place, while cumming and finally relaxed his grip on her hair. "How was that?" she asked, a bit anxiously. "Wonderful!" was his reply, pulling her to her feet, and into his arms for a kiss. "Taste like me!" he said. "Favorite taste!" she replied, and responded to his tongue with her own. "Sleep now," he said to her and they spooned on the bed again. He was the first to move in the morning. He had a raging erection, as usual, but now he was up against the firmness of her ass. He woke her as he reached down and played with her pussy, and, when she was wet, inserted himself inside of her. "Ohhhhhhh, what a wake up!" she said in a sleepy voice. "Tell the girls at the shop!" he said, causing her to giggle , as he fucked her. "Oh, so nice!" she said, pushing her ass back against him, "So nice, nice, nice!" They lay there for a few minutes and she asked, over her shoulder: "Do you have time for breakfast?" "Time?" he asked. Then said, after looking at the clock: "Yes, I have a ten o'clock class today; breakfast will be nice." "I'll call you, when it's ready," she said. "Maybe I can help," was his reply, and he was up from the bed as soon as she'd put on a robe. He followed her into the kitchen and had hold of her, from behind, his hands under her breasts, supporting them and playing with the nipples. "Who needs breakfast, when we have Tim's hands?" she sighed. "Helen, you're such a love," was his reply. "I still don't understand how this came about, and I remember that frozen moment, when we were standing and actually deciding if we should kiss or not. It was your courage that won that one for us, and now this is the most wonderful thing imaginable." She turned around and held him, letting her hands drift down to his ass cheeks, to hold them firmly. "My, my," he quipped, "The preacher's wife is forward." "The preacher's wife doesn't get this kind of opportunity often," she replied. "But she will now!" he said. "Oh, goodie!" was her reply, as she hugged him and only slowly turned to get some coffee and breakfast ready for them. He had a class and a few commitments that morning but the class ended unusually early and he was out and decided to look her up at lunch. He knew where she went, sometimes with her girlfriends from work and sometimes not. He found her, with the girlfriends, and saw that they were deeply engrossed a conversation, and from the giggling at the table, he was sure that they were talking about him. They were so busy that he approached without being noticed, and heard Helen say: "And he promised to spank me!" They, all three, giggled, and one of them asked: "You're not going to let him?" The other said: "Of course she should, it sounds exciting." He then stepped up to the table and said: "I think it sounds exciting too." There were small squeals of delight and surprise from the three of them right away. He noticed that Helen hesitated, not sure what to do, what he wanted or what was appropriate. He moved himself. He bent over her and kissed her with a soft: "Hey, love!" She sighed at the kiss and returned it. The other two were staring and from the look on Helen's face realized that she and Tim were indeed serious about one another. He smiled at the broadly and asked: "Do I need to go away so that you can continue? Or do you need first hand information?" They giggled, and Helen said: "Are you going to be a wise guy now?" He laughed, and she did also and he answered: "Sure am, until I get you over my knee!" The other two women went into gales of laughter at that point, and they invited him to sit down. "Thanks," he said, "And to show you that everything is above board, I'll keep my hands where they can be seen." Again, they went into gales of laughter. One of the women spoke up then and said: "Probably none of our business, Tim, but we love this woman and don't want to see her hurt." "Well," he said, "The only way I want to see her hurt is, when she's over my knee." Then he held up his hand and said: "Okay, I'll be serious; right here in front of your friends I'll say this." He turned to face her and said: "Helen, I recognize no differences between us that should or can keep me from loving you. You are my world; that's simply what you are." She stared at him wide eyed, and then looked at her friends, and was blinking back tears immediately. He knew and moved his chair over to pull her head to his shoulder. She placed a hand on his other shoulder and said: "Oh, Tim, I love you too." He turned to the other women and said: "And I'm not merely trying to get into her pants." "He's already done that," Helen said softly, and they went into their laughter again. "Sorry," Helen said, "I'll be good." Turning to him she asked: "Lunch? Did you have any?" "No," he said, and he ordered. The others were finished and the two friends went, giving Helen a kiss before they went. "Too much, love?" he asked. "I hope I didn't scare them away." "No," she said, "What you said was beyond wonderful for me." She sat while he had a sandwich and finally he said: "I have to meet someone. Can we have dinner?" "Yes, wonderful," she answered. "I'll be at your place at 7?" "Lovely," she said, "How shall I dress?" Then she thought and said: "Oh, Tim, I don't have anything that is even remotely sexy." "How about my gift? Wear those." "I can do that," she said, and giggled. They made a date for that, then Tim walked her back to the store and he was off. He was on time that evening. She looked very nice, sedate but nice but as soon as she let him into the apartment, she smiled at him and, before a hug, raised the hem of her dress to show that she was wearing the pink panties that he'd given her. "Spectacular!" he said, "Maybe you should change and go out wearing only a blouse and those panties." She giggled behind her hand and went to his arms: "You are so terribly bad, even if you are 'blindingly handsome,' as my friends put it today." "Hmm," he said laughing, "Blindingly handsome? Is that it?" "Well it is!" she answered. "Quite a compliment coming from Helen the Beautiful!" he said. "Don't you play the fool with me," she said softly. Then he told her earnestly: "Helen, I absolutely am not!" It caused her to sigh against his chest. "Just remember periodically to stand up at the table and raise your dress to your waist so that everyone can see those pretty panties!" Helen hooted at that and they left. They went to a quiet, darkish kind of place and had a table in a corner by themselves. He said: "Okay, love, I've got some news but I have to ask you a personal question." "Yes?" she replied. "Helen are you still married?" he asked. She was stunned by the question and by the implication of the question. "Oh," she said, tongue tied a bit at first. Then she found her courage and said: "Oh, Tim, yes, I am; you see, I promised the pastor, when we separated that, though the separation was a permanent one, I wouldn't divorce him. He didn't want the shame of that. I promised." Tim nodded and then said: "And you should keep your promise." "Oh, Tim, you're so wonderful," she said with subdued joy. "Were you going to . . .?" she never finished that sentence. "Yes, honey, I was," he said, "But we're not going to let your promise ruin our happiness." "We're not?" she asked back in a tiny voice. "No, Helen, keep your promise but then promise me that you'll move in with me and we can live together." She looked at him then as though there were a new sun in the world, and new stars and a new moon: "Really? Tim, do you mean that?" she asked, all the hope that had just slipped away from her returning in that instance. "Every word!" he said. She giggled then and said: "People will think that you're living with your Mom!" "Then they should come around, when I have her over my knee naked for a spanking before I lick her ass hole!" he whispered. Helen 'eeeped' and covered her mouth with her hand to giggle through her emotion. "Will you . . .Tim, will you formally ask me? I'm silly but . . ." "Not silly," he said, "Beautiful, sensuous, wonderful in many ways, a dead marvelous kisser, and your panties are so pretty, but not silly." Then he got serious and said: "Helen, it was my intention tonight to ask you to marry me; but I understand your problem and your promise. Will you agree to live with me and be my love, my one and only?" He hesitated and went on: "If you say 'yes', I promise to take care of you, and love you like today is our only day to love, every single day." "Yes!" she said with quiet enthusiasm. Tim was grinning now from ear to ear. He reached in his pocket and produced a small box, covered in purple velvet. "Will you please wear this for me?" he asked. She gasped as she opened it and found a large ruby ring. "Ohhhhhh, Tim!" she breathed. "It's gorgeous. But so expensive!" "I got a fantastic job offer today!" he said. "School is all but finished, and I interviewed for an engineer's position that came through just today. They will start me at $80,000, and the first thing that I wanted to do was to marry my girl." "And I've ruined everything!" she said in soft sadness. "Not at all!" he said. "You made a promise and I know what a woman of integrity you are. That is not going to keep us from happiness!" "Oh, promise me, Tim!" she said. "Promise!" "What shall we do to celebrate?" he asked. She had a flash thought and said: "I know," then she leaned in close to him and said: "Let's do something that I've never done before, I want you to take me home and make love to my ass!" "Listen to the language on the preacher's wife!" he said, as she giggled behind her hand. "I'll need to take you home and spank you for that kind of talk," he said. "Dare you, big boy!" was her next statement. "Okay, you're on!" he answered Then he leaned over the table to her and said: "Helen, with that one, first kiss you simply swept me off of my feet! This has been a rush and a time of tumultuous emotions for me. You are making me an incredibly happy man!" "Oh, Tim, please know, know and never doubt that I'd marry you in a second, in just a second." As they left the restaurant, just when they were going out the door, he put his hand on her ass. She made a surprised smile and then stopped to put her arms around his neck and kiss him.