Storiesonline.net ------- Helen and I by Paris Waterman Copyright© 2004 by Paris Waterman ------- Description: This is my first attempt at erotica. Strongly influenced by M1ke Hunt, I tried for a humorous story. Most readers thought I fell short. But all of them agreed on one salient point, I had written a hot, hot story. At any rate, Celeste gave me a 9 and that encouraged me to keep writing. Codes: MF FF Mult rom ------- ------- © Copyright 1998 ------- Part 1 1. The Meeting Helen has been my lover for some time now. The question that continues to puzzle me is are we in love, or are we in love with lust? We met at a neighbor's party on the Fourth of July, but another five months would pass before we became extremely interested in each other. How shall I describe Helen for you? My first impression was of her long graceful legs and marvelous ass barely hidden behind a pair of tight denim shorts. I cajoled myself into action and was moving across the room to be closer to her when she turned to confront me. Well... déjà vu all over again! There was the face I had dreamed of since puberty. As I recline here by the pool today, looking out at he brilliant green ocean, I recall that day to my mind's eye, and there is that face -- glasses that seemed to be slipping dangerously down her nose shielded Helen's exceedingly green eyes from mine. In terms measured as drop-dead gorgeous, she possessed a generous, but perky nose. Her face was surrounded by luxurious auburn hair, a combination that made for striking features. She wore a Tee shirt that read "Hi Sailor!"across her abundant breasts. Our eyes met, and I introduced myself and learned her name was Helen, but being overly macho that day, I'd already had a nubile blonde smile at me, I moved past her to the bar and lost the opportunity to engage her in further conversation. I 'd better get on with this story or I'll lose those of you reading this... well, soon to be highly erotic tale. Later, months later, I found Helen to be smooth and lustrous, both in style and form. But on that July day nothing happened beyond that casual introduction. I do have a wife -- Maggie, whom I love very much. Several years ago there was an accident, a terrible accident. Now Maggie remains in a coma with little hope of recovery. I managed to function, but that might be a generous description. The stress of Maggie's condition, job pressures and unpaid bills combined to wear me down to an empty shell of my earlier self. My poor performance at work was the first signal. I was in a funk of despondency and couldn't lift myself out of it. The household chores didn't get done. Dishes piled up; beds went unmade and unchanged. Worst of all, I sat by Maggie's bed in the skilled nursing home and stared off into space. I had become useless to everyone. It was my Mother-in Law, Tess who pried me loose from my mired mind. "I'd send you to the doctor if I thought it'd help,"Tess said. "But what you really need right now is to get laid." I was jolted into reality. "What did you say? I love Maggie, and she..." "Oh shut up,"Tess growled. "I know what I'm talking about. If I thought Maggie would be offended I'd never suggest it, but it's exactly what she'd want for you." Tess went on. "Life goes on. Find someone. Start a relationship. Get on with your life." With that said and tears rolling down her face, Tess went home and left me alone to think about it. ------- 2. My Friend Bubba Makes An Impression It was a frigid, bleak, December day when Helen and I met the second time. We were several minutes into a general conversation outside the local Harris Teeter with our shopping cart's head to head. I was pleased that Helen actually recalled our meeting last July. There were dark storm clouds rolling in and the turbulent winds sweeping across the parking lot forced Helen's skirt to mold itself to her body. She might as well have been nude from the waist down. I felt my cock become rigid for the first time since Maggie's accident. I remembered what Tess had told me. I looked at Helen and found her staring at the bulge in my pants. Why I said it I'll never know. But I do things like this on occasion, just on impulse. "Well, I guess you can tell that Bubba and I are glad to see you." Helen snorted twice then burst out laughing. I allowed a smug grin to cross my face. Inside I had begun to glow. I was being reborn. God, she was beautiful when she laughed. And what a laugh it was. A genuine laugh, nothing held back. (Later that night Helen told me that was the first time she had really laughed in over a year. Her divorce had caught her by surprise and left her devastated.) She smiled at me. Her smile contained hidden promise and intrigue. My cock was at full mast now. The blustering wind now turned on me, whipping my slacks around my legs making my hard-on very conspicuous to onlookers. Fortunately for me they were some distance away, too busy fighting the wind to notice my best friend Bubba's emergence. Helen, still smiling said, "Tell Bubba I'm glad to see him too." She kissed me on the lips and turned to go. No! I thought, don't let her go! I managed to stammer out an invitation to dinner that night. She declined, but was still smiling, when she said, "I can't do dinner, but do come over to my place about nine tonight. Here's my address and phone number." Numbly I accepted. Bubba erupted in my pants. I managed to drive home without getting into an accident. I remember the clouds were black and threatening, and the wind buffeting the car, but my heart soared, I was above it all. And Helen was the wind beneath my wings. ------- 3. "My God, we haven't fucked yet!" I arrived home, took one look around and was amazed at the slovenly appearance of each room I entered. I began a non-stop cleanup campaign. Kitchen first. Strangely enough the necessary cleaning tools were readily available. (I had not used them very often following Maggie's accident.) The bedroom was torn apart and clean linen and bedding replaced skuzzy sheets and a stained blanket. Good news! The vacuum still worked. I used it until I thought the motor would burn out. I saved the bathroom for last. As I finished cleaning it I realized it was almost 8 PM. I managed to shave without cutting my face up, showered and dressed. Giving a mental thanks to Tess for picking up my stuff at the cleaners, I stepped into a pair of dark blue corduroy slacks, pulled on a light yellow sports shirt, grabbed my Marlboro Man jacket and headed for the door. After one step outside I returned somewhat chagrined that I had to add socks and loafers to my attire. I was flying. Fortunately, Helen lived nearby. I walked, seemingly on air, regaining consciousness in time to ring the bell to her apartment. Helen greeted me at her door wearing a black negligee, with some sort of dark green shimmer to it as she moved. I liked it. No, that's putting it mildly, I would have liked it if she were bundled up in a Russian army overcoat. I was stunned by it! Helen acted quickly to bring me out of my stupor. She put her arms around me saying: "How are my new good friends Jim and Bubba?" And she kissed me, a long, sloppy, wet kiss. I was rusty and actually, so was Helen. But, hey! Once you learn how to ride a bicycle... We were grinding against each other before the kiss ended and the next one started. This one was deep, with her tongue pushing slowly into my mouth. Her breath tasted of cinnamon. There was a delightful fragrance emanating from her. I never remembered to ask what it was. What a wuss! I remembered my manners and began to flick my tongue over and under hers. We abandoned ourselves to the kiss. I moved my hands over her firm ass and clenched her cheeks with my fingers as I crushed her pelvic area to my loins. Is there anything more sensual than a filmy negligee over a woman's body? [Answers to this purely rhetorical question may be sent to me at: the_panda@hotmail.com up until December 31, 1999.] Our mouths never separated. Saliva began to build up. I swallowed it, and powered by a desire I had never known before, started moving my tongue at a frantic pace - in, out, over, and around. Helen matched me with her intensity. She ground her hips against my groin, Bubba tried to skewer her then and there. I broke the kiss only to move to her neck, which I started to suck and lick with the same energy I'd used with the kiss. Hickeys be damned, Helen could wear a scarf or high necked dresses for a few days. [Oh, you're thinking, he's a male chauvinist pig! I can live with that.] I had to touch her breasts; to suck her nipples; to lick her skin everywhere. So I did. Helen began to moan, and started licking my earlobe. I shuddered in pleasure. Helen went on to bestow the world's longest lasting hickey on my neck -- I shuddered again. [How's that for justice ladies? And me giving a major speech at work the next day.] I loved her suck. Pinching a nipple between my thumb and forefinger with one hand, [have you ever heard that phase before?] while alternating between licking and biting the other nipple. Although already rigid, her nipples appeared to increase in size as I played on. I looked down and observed Helen's free hand caressing herself between her legs. Her lips found their way back to my mouth and our tongues resumed wrestling. We lost our balance and fell, landing softly on a muslin colored couch. Helen, mouth still locked to mine, reached for my hand and placed it at the junction between her legs. Her panties were so wet at first I thought she'd pissed in her pants. (I really was rusty.) Two of my fingers found their way inside her panties. Eventually, I left her mouth and breasts to concentrate on her sopping wet cunt. She rotated her hips against my fingers, indicating the place, pace and pressure she needed. I increased the tempo and she began to come. With the lower portion of her body quivering uncontrollably, Helen came a second time. Hell, maybe that was still the first one, I was not keeping track, and I had too many other things going on. I withdrew my fingers and instantly Helen got quite vocal about what she wanted me to do next. She got what she wanted as I buried my face in the thick auburn hair covering her cunt and tasted her juices for the first time. Oh! God! The sweetness! My tongue entered her cunt as far as it could. (Just testing, someone once called me a dipstick, and I... well, you know... ) I started licking along the folds of her labia, alternating from one side to the other, deliberately avoiding contact with her clit. Instead, I shifted position slightly and began licking her asshole, which had a rather pleasant pungent taste. (Another victory for mind over matter. Actually, Helen was dishwasher clean.) My tongue's contact caused her to heave away from me as though she'd been shocked. (Later I learned this was indeed the case.) But, her ass returned to my tongue quickly enough. When a sufficient amount of saliva was deposited, I stiffened my tongue and penetrated her asshole. Why would I do this you ask? For the same reason Hillary (Edmund, not Clinton), climbed Mt. Everest that's why -- because it was there. This produced a sharp gasp from Helen. Moments later, she started cuming again. She began a convulsive wriggling, and my tongue was momentarily trapped in her hole. I panicked, and slapped her ass hard, causing her muscles to relax momentarily and regained the use of my tongue. My God, this woman was hot. (Does this momentary reflection mean that my mind was not totally in the gutter, but engrossed in philosophic trends of thought regarding... ) Oh, shit! We were falling! Closely entwined, we slowly rolled off the couch and crashed into the plush, dark green carpet below. Bumpily-bump-bump! Proving once and for all that there's a time to think and a time to act. I returned to the action. After removing her panties, I slowly inserted the moistened index finger of my left hand up to the second knuckle in her ass without any difficulty. Two fingers on my right hand returned to their earlier journey, a slow paced sliding in and out of her cunt, the entrance of which was now covered with white foam. (All this per the instructions on page 17 of the sex manual I bought at a garage sale last week.) Helen was moaning, "Give me your cock James! Come on, fuck me!"I ignored her plea, never feeling more powerful, more in control. "Not yet,"I growled, between licking and sucking her hardened nipple. Inspired, I lowered my head to her frothy, succulent cunt and sought out her clit. Turning my head upward, I glanced at Helen as she lay there on the carpet. The richness and intensity of her once pale complexion now splotched with crimson blushes; this, coupled with her tousled, auburn hair and lust filled, smoky green eyes was a stark contrast against the dark emerald green carpet. (I reprimanded myself, insisting that I get the hell out of English 101, and back to the good parts.) So I did. Returning to her blood engorged clit I lightly licked it. Helen clenched the carpet, grabbing a fistful in each hand as she cried out, "That's it baby! Oh, God James! Do that... Yeessss! Oh, God! Ooooh, God!" I had taken her clit between my teeth and very gently nipped it with my teeth. The musky odor from Helen's drizzling wet cunt was overpowering. I came up for air, then quickly lowered my face back into the wet, ferruginous colored curls comprising the hairy bush surrounding her wondrously sweet tasting cunt. Helen screamed out in pleasure at the moment of contact when I resumed nibbling her clit. Her entire pelvic area was rotating in a circular fashion. "Oh, oh, oh, God, oh, God, I'm gonna explode"Helen shrieked. I thrust my tongue deep inside her, and wedged a second finger deep into her asshole, and began moving both in and out at rapid pace. (I think I could have fisted her ass at this point.) Helen started thrusting her ass toward the ceiling. I nipped at her clit one more time, and held on slowly increasing the pressure. Helen screamed, "I'm cumming! Oh, God I'm cumming. Ohhh, please stop James! I can't take anymore!" She seemed serious about my stopping, so moments later I released her clit, gave her ass one last frig and kissed her softly on the mouth. She tried to return the kiss, but couldn't. "I'm dead," she said. "I can't believe how I feel. I'm in Heaven, Ohhhhh, James, I can't stop cumming!" I held her close, alternatingly between kissing her neck, her shoulder and then her breasts. I kept my hand pressed firmly against her wet mound, which was soaked with a combination of my saliva and Helen's juices. Helen shuddered when I licked her nipple, then gasped and said: "My God, we haven't fucked yet!" I smiled and replied, "that's all right honey. Me and Bubba can wait awhile. We have all night don't we?" "We sure do," she sighed. That being the case, we both fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms. ------- 4. "You're a genius Jim," I awoke at 12:15 am. Bubba had been awakened moments earlier. Incoming! I was still groggy, but my reflexes were instantly alert. Bubba was under attack. I looked downward through half opened eyes and found Helen crouched under the sheet, having placed herself between my legs, two hands holding Bubba erect. Hell, Bubba could have stood up for himself given half a chance. Helen wasn't giving an inch. Her grip was exquisitely tight. The part of Bubba not firmly grasped in her hands was in her mouth, and... "Oh, OOOOHHHH! Ahhhhh! Do thaaat again!" I shouted, coming fully awake and starting to take inventory of my body parts. Helen released her top hand from my cock to caress my balls. Simultaneously, she started to swallow Bubba. I wasn't gonna last much longer at this pace. Reluctantly, I rolled away from Helen's clutches, and mumbled: "Let's try fucking for a change." "You're a genius Jim," Helen replied, through lipstick smeared lips. Hell, now she was stokin' my libido as well as Bubba. Next she'll be suckin' the Id out of my mind and I won't give a damn. What a girl! She positioned herself on her back, and placed her legs on my shoulders as Bubba slid in to the hilt. Helen cried out, "Oh, boy,"and tried to touch the ceiling with her toes. We began a torrid horizontal ballet. I could still taste and smell Helen's sweet juices encrusted in my mustache and beard from our earlier misadventures. My early morning mouth breath didn't seem as bad as usual, so I risked kissing her. ("Well, come on, reader - she didn't brush either - and fairs fair.") Helen didn't object, in fact it was a prolonged exchange of tongues, saliva and I thought for a second, a filling she'd extracted trying to suck my tongue out of my head. Eventually, (Okay, okay, I'm not Superman). It didn't take long (is that better?) before I started to cum, and cum, and cum. (I do that very well, thank you very much.) Ah, bliss. We held tight to one another for a time and I went back to sleep only to dream that my semen dried while we were cuddling together and we were now stuck together for eternity. When I later told Helen about the dream she thought it kind of romantic. Go figure! ------- 5. Eating At The Frenchman's We awoke within minutes of each other. It was about ten after six in the morning. Helen bounded out of bed and dashed for the shower. Feeling somewhat playful, and with the early signs of being able to do something constructive with the quasi-erection perking hither-dither, I followed. I was chagrined when Helen halted my entry into the shower. "What's wrong," I asked. Helen smiled, then pouted and said, "We don't have time right now. Now don't tempt me. I mean it. I've got to get dressed and out for an important interview. Besides, I don't have a thing to eat; we'll have to get breakfast at the Frenchman's." I decided against the inane remarks that came to mind, and agreed with her. "Okay, the Frenchman's it is". Thirty minutes later, (Yes, I was impressed with Helen's ability to make herself very presentable within a short time frame. In fact, she had to wait for me before we could leave.) we pulled into the Frenchman's for breakfast. Oddly enough, the Frenchman's was actually owned and operated by a small henna-haired French woman in her fifties named Lilly. The kitchen was run by her husband, a tall, thin Romanian, who was known to laugh and talk incessantly, while turning out the best breakfast and lunch food in town. We went in, took a booth by a window looking out onto the intersection of Broad and 10th Street as it braced itself for the new days bustling activity, and ordered breakfast. I led off our conversation. "Helen, last night... well, last night was great."At this point, wanting to say something profoundly romantic, I could only manage to stammer, "I,... I,..." "Jim,"she was smiling at me as she said it. "I thought last night was sensational. Hopefully we'll have more nights like that; perhaps we'll even have mornings and afternoons as well. Right now I think we should tell each other a little something about ourselves. Would you like me to start it off?" And that solidified the beginning of a wonderful relationship, now well into its second year. We saw each other often after that day, but never discussed the possibility of a future together. My wife, Maggie's status changed for the worse during this period and we all waited for the inevitable. Tess, my mother-in-law, was very much aware of our relationship and accepted it - being very cordial on those times Helen and I met her. Tess even mentioned that I'd made a good choice and never raised the subject again. This helped me immeasurably in deflecting the guilt that surfaced in the days following Maggie's passing two weeks later. ------- 6. Reunited The needs of business had placed me 2000 miles away for almost three weeks. It had been three very long weeks. Minutes later I would discover that gap had seemed an eternity to Helen as well. A fresh spring rain had moved through the area only a half-hour earlier; making the woods fragrant and washing the city clean in the dusk. I inhaled deeply of the damp evening smells as I climbed out of the Jeep Wagoneer and strode the last steps to Helen's apartment. Plum trees shaded the front of the light gray building from the rays of the setting sun. The trees still had a few of their white blossoms scattered among their new green leaves, and they reminded me of other springs when Maggie and I stood beneath a similar canopy of creamy flowers while having our picture taken. I thought, but that was then this is now, as I began striding towards Helen's lobby. Helen was waiting for me in the courtyard on the southside of her building. She was standing barefooted on a wet rock walk where she had been watering flowers, her baggy gardening dress hanging almost to her tanned ankles. Her smile as beautiful now as it had been the first time it flashed at me. It was an easy smile, the sort of smile that made strangers instantly at ease with her, a disarming smile that told me she was not a complicated woman, a misconception I would soon learn to revise. I took a deep breath of the heavy air, and enjoyed the familiar earthy odors of damp plants and stones. We kissed softly. I could smell the faint fragrance of a familiar, yet unrecognizable perfume. I made a mental note to learn the name for future gift purposes. (Of course I would eventually buy the wrong perfume, that's what guys do, right?) Helen bent down and took the hem of her dress and dried her hands. Then she looked me in the eye and said: "Hello stranger." A sparkle of amusement began to pluck at her emerald eyes, "I shouldn't tell you this, but I've missed you terribly. I've managed to entertain myself in your absence though. I got so horny thinking about you and Bubba while you were gone... I went shopping and shopping... well,... I can't wait to show you my new toy collection." She shook her head at this, seemingly delighted at the expression I now had on my face. "Ah, I see you're curious. Good. Let's go up now." There was a long, sensuous kiss in the empty elevator. We held each other close and it felt good. It felt right. The elevator door opened and we entered Helen's apartment. The late afternoon light throwing a long, brassy streak across the dark terracotta tile at the entrance of the living room. I made myself comfortable, dropping down into a tapestry armchair. "First off, let me get you a drink,"she said, as she kicked her shoes off and picked them up with one hand as she loosened her belt with the other. She walked through the dining room unbuttoning her dress, then back out to the stairway where she started up to her bedroom. My eyes devoured her body as she climbed the stairs. What had she said, something about a drink? I came to the conclusion I was to make myself comfortable and that included making my own drink. Helen meanwhile, took the opportunity to bathe and wash her hair. She put on only a thin cotton sundress with yellow, red and blue tropical flowers swirling and blending into each other. She had combed out her rust colored hair, but left it wet and came down to the kitchen and poured a strong scotch and water before rejoining me in the living room. I knew she was naked under the dress from the jouncing of her breasts and way it clung to her thighs. Sitting down on the couch, she propped her feet up on a coffee table, and hiked her dress above her knees. (Unladylike you say, well... maybe... But, I say it was by design and sexy as all get out.) Mind you, Bubba had almost wormed his way out of his zippered confinement. I could feel his one eye bulging obscenely as it thrust against the material of my slacks. Helen took a long drink of her scotch, and noting the uprising I was trying to suppress from her, smiled lewdly. I looked away and down at my drink. The tall, sweaty glass was standing in a puddle of its own condensation, the ice having melted, leaving behind an unappealing, warm, off-color liquid. Helen broke the silence, "I've really, really missed you. Let me show you some thing's I bought. Things to help me get by in your absence." With that she led me over to a toy chest. Looking in, I saw it was filled with sex toys of various types. Several items I recognized - dildos and the like, but, others I had no idea about. I got my first lesson as she led me to the bed. It was new. "It's our special bed,"she whispered into my ear. I noted it had an elegant black wrought iron garden gate styling for both the headboard and footboard. The cotton sheets were striped with a fine herringbone accented in gold and black. The comforter featured a center of gold and black paisley print, with a checkered border. In this setting, the sun's last rays poured into the room like a staged spotlight, focusing upon Helen and her long auburn hair - now a glistening copper fire, as it draped down across her shoulders. Helen was a vision of unsurpassed beauty. (That's really why I recall the details about the bed. Of course I stood in front of it taking notes before I attempted to write this. I just didn't want you three women reading this to think I'm some fairy interior designer.) And so, as I stood transfixed in her radiance, she undressed me; coaxed me into lying down on my back; and began tying my wrists to the headboard. "James,"she said serenely, "don't worry." (What me worry? Hey, I was numb, chum.) With that said, she tied my feet to the footboard. I could move, and thought that if I struggled a bit I could free myself so what the heck, let the games begin. She reached in her toy box and withdrew a small bag. Out came a string of 5 colored beads. Helen asked if I'd done the beads before. I said no. She placed a pillow under my hips. Helen picked up a tube from the dresser, and I jumped when she applied a lubricant to my ass. Then she straddled me, inserting Bubba easily into her very warm pussy, and as we started to screw, she reached back and stuck a finger up my rectum. Moments later, Helen began working a bead in there. It hurt, but then the bead popped in. Now there was a different sensation! She distracted me by increasing her pace and shoved a second bead in. Now I'm going crazy. I'm writhing around, trying to reject the beads, and I started to moan, (I'm a natural crybaby, ask anyone who's shoved beads up my ass) but in a moment or so, I found it to be extremely pleasant) Oh, yeah! Helen's kissing me, her tongue snaking into and around my mouth as the third bead goes in. I'm soaked with sweat and have goosebumps all over me. It's intensely erotic! The 4th and 5th beads follow. I can't describe the feeling, except to say it's wonderful. We're screwing frantically now; Helen anticipates my coming ejaculation and begins to pull the beads out. One-two-three -- I'm tossing wildly, out of control, screaming bloody murder, and I erupt in the best orgasm of my life. "That fuck's for you James,"I hear Helen murmur softly, just before I fall asleep, warm and satisfied. Helen woke me with a kiss about 9. "Well," she asked, as a wry grin eased onto her face, "how did you like the beads?" She was wearing a translucent white teddy, with frilly stuff, (lace?) running along the edges. I tried to stifle a yawn, and asked where she'd gotten the idea for the beads and other paraphernalia that I'd yet to take a close look at. "The Internet,"was all she offered in reply. With a mischievous smile she rose up from the bed and crossed the room to her PC. Moments later I was reading a story written by a clever woman named Sande called "Hot Tub Musings." It more then adequately described the events that took place earlier that evening. We sent Sande an E-mail thanking her for writing the story and telling her that we were going to try it, as well as several other things she's touched on. We were too cowardly to admit the truth, about the beads, but were convinced we'd make good on our other promises to Sande shortly. ------- 7. The Start of A Most Interesting Evening Out Forty-five minutes later we entered a downtown restaurant with a good piano lounge named Fuzzie's. Helen's wearing a deep green sarong and the top of a black bikini. She is definitely a knockout. There's a lot of cleavage. (I always say, if ya got 'em -- flaunt 'em.) And, just for me, she's not wearing any underwear. I can tell I'm the envy of every guy in the place, since every male and several female heads seem to have directed their attention and some conversations toward Helen. (Am I a male chauvinist, or what?) I'm watching, somewhat amused and very proud, as several wives or girlfriends start jabbing elbows into their men to recapture their attention. Mentally, I speak to all these women, telling them to remind their guys about how good Helen looked after they've gone to bed. They may revive some dormant dicks. Oh, yes, I was enjoying myself. We sat at the bar and ordered a Dewars scotch and water for Helen and an Absolute martini on-the-rocks with a twist of lemon for myself. Twenty minutes later we moved to a booth in the darker recesses of the restaurant where we chose to sit side by side. Helen ordered mackerel in a marinara sauce, with zucchini and squash. When it arrived, it made for a very colorful plate. I went for a major league sized shrimp cocktail, followed by a light salad. And, of course, a second round of drinks was needed. Our waitress was a really cute blonde. I said as much to Helen. She looked at me over the rim of her glass and raised her eyebrows as if to say "Oh?" Stung, and surprised by the gesture, I attempted to justify myself. "Really, I like her, what about you?" "Let's wait and see,"she responded mysteriously, and took a lusty bite of her mackerel, pausing between chews to erotically lick some marinara sauce from her lips. Where was this leading, I wondered. The sarong had fallen open; exposing her long tanned inner thigh. She didn't bother to fix the sarong. She appeared to be weighing my comment about the waitress. "Would you like to have us both in bed," she asked finally, looking directly into my eyes, "I wouldn't mind if you did." I reached for my martini, racing to formulate the right response to her question. Was this a test? Was Helen sincere? Was I in hump heaven? Quickly, I reached a decision. If I guessed wrong about this, I consoled myself, I could grovel appropriately to regain her good graces. I swallowed some Absolute, which now seemed more water than vodka and said: "She's awfully attractive,"keeping my expression sober, "I think the two of you would complement each other in many ways, that is, if she has half the sex drive you do." "Oh, cut the crap,"Helen began, "You love the idea, and I feel like experimenting. Let's start foolin' around right here and I'll be able to figure out how hot that makes her. If we do it right we can have her in our bed tomorrow night... Not tonight. Tonight belongs to me alone." There was nothing to say but "Let's go for it." ------- 8. Wherein Improper Etiquette Pays Big Dividends Helen observed the waitress had begun her approach back to our table to check on our drinks, and in sotto voice asked that I kiss her. As I reached for her, Helen pulled herself up in the booth and let the sarong fall away from her leg completely now, exposing it nearly to the hip. The very edge of the dark triangle between her legs was visible above the sloping curve of her naked thigh. The gesture seemed to be deliberate in that it was impossible for the waitress to miss. We kissed, open mouthed, our tongues trying desperately to switch mouths, while the waitress stood mesmerized in place. As the kiss continued, I had an inspiration, and languidly reached out and began to caress the waitress's calf. She trembled, but did not move, nor did she say anything. As we broke off our kiss, I moved my hand higher to her lower thigh, and spoke to her. "Ah, good timing. Another round please,"I said as I removed my hand. "Yeesss sir, I'll be right back."she stammered, stumbling as she started to leave, but managing to catch herself in time. "Jim,"Helen said, "that was great! I'm sure she's hot now. When she brings back the drinks do it, or something like it again." I turned away from Helen to follow the Waitress's firm ass as she wove her way to the bar, "and what will you be doing when she returns?" "This,"she replied, reaching down and opening my fly, to withdraw my cock. Two strokes and a good squeeze and I was fully erect. "Okay my studeroo?" she said coolly, and she touched her tongue into her scotch, never taking her eyes off me. "Actually, this won't be my first sexual encounter with another woman." She tossed her head, and her auburn hair jumped up only to settle quickly back in place. "When I was in college my roommate and I got back late one night after a party. I went to sleep immediately, only to wake up and realize she was in bed with me. She was naked and was touching my breasts. She started to take my panties off. I let her. I was completely passive at first, letting her do the work. Then after a while, I began touching her too, gently, every small movement an incredible experience, that I found astonishingly pleasurable. It was bizarre, like touching myself. I remember two special things: the weight of her breasts... the subtle change in texture that became the nipple, and the little hollow place inside her thigh, near her vulva. I knew how I liked that touch, so I knew what I was doing to her and how she must have felt. I have not done it since. It's time to enjoy a woman again, but this time I want you to share the intimacy with me." Still slowly stoking my cock, she looked down at her glass and poked at her ice a moment, shoving it around in a swirl. I caught a movement off to the side. "Here she comes,"I said, wondering how long this idea had been fermenting in that active mind of hers. The waitress was dressed casually, white tailored shorts and a white safari shirt. She served our drinks in a somewhat subdued manner and when she smiled down at us, I replaced my hand on her thigh. Helen picked that moment to begin talking to her. The waitress fidgeted in her cute cuffed shorts, like a reprimanded schoolgirl, but did not turn to leave. Her youthful breasts required no help to create a seductive cleavage. Had she undone a button or two before returning? Her permed ginger hair was full and bouncy around her face, which even when expressing confusion as it was now, was a seductive attraction to either sex. She kept glancing away from Helen's face, drawn first to Helen's hand which was slowly milking my cock, and then to Helen's now almost unobstructed view of her cunt. I lost track of Helen's conversation with her, simply because there was no objection as my hand rose closer to the V between her thighs. My fingers were now under her shorts. They were tight shorts and my operating room was limited, but I felt the dampness within non-the-less. She sighed, a sure indication of compliance, as I slowly withdrew to a lower level, but maintained contact with her thigh at all times. Her name is Anne. I got that much from the conversation. Helen said something else to her that I didn't catch, and closing her sarong, leaned forward, exposing her breasts almost to the nipples as she rose up from the booth. They headed for the ladies room together as though they were old friends. Alone, I replaced Bubba, and checked my watch, suddenly concerned about getting up for work in the morning, then working out a fabricated story to explain my absence in the event... They are gone about 25 minutes, and Helen has this self-assured look when they return. Anne places herself in a position where I can easily return to caressing her thigh. As I do Anne smiles down at me, while running a hand though her hair, "I'd love to join you guys after work, but I'm meeting someone tonight. I'm off tomorrow though." Helen jumps in saying: "That's great. Tomorrow night then, at 8? We'll pick you up here at Fuzzie's okay?" Anne agrees. "Tomorrow at 8 it is." Wistfully I remove my hand from its illicit travels and place it in Helen's lap, working my way under her sarong. She's soaking wet. Annie following my hand with her eyes grins again and says goodnight. I leave a preposterous tip and we leave for Helen's. Back at Helen's, she asks if I want a nightcap. I decline, "I think I'll pass. I'm going to need everything I can muster up for tomorrow's meeting. Helen laughed and squeezed my privates. "You'll be fine. I have plenty of toys to keep all of us going for as long as we need to go." That did it, self-imposed curfew be damned, I was ready to go again, but she ushered me to the door and kissed me goodnight. I got home around two, wondering if Anne was already filling in for me. ------- 9. Of Plaster Casts And G-Spots The next day, I drove past joggers sweating in the hazy, late afternoon heat as they pounded, loped, plodded, and briskly walked along the paths that ran between the winding drive and the pines of the densely wooded park separating Helen and I. My meeting, a success, behind me, I was free to ponder other matters. I thought about Anne and I wondered about Helen. I parked the Wagoneer in the lot, and walked down the hot asphalt drive and around to Helen's apartment entrance. I was on time. Helen greeted me warmly; her soft silken lips opened against mine, tongues mingled and our body's ground firmly against each other. She was wearing a cinnamon hued smock with a dove-colored apron, but I didn't smell anything cooking. I continued to grope away at her lush body until I felt something on her left nipple. It was a ring. She was wearing a ring through her nipple! "Did you have that done today?"I asked, totally bewildered. "No,"she smirked in reply, " I can remove it whenever I want. My nipple's pierced, haven't you noticed?" Evading the question, I told her how good she looked. She laughed and said, "Good enough to eat?" I laughed, whipped out my handkerchief, and said, "Sure, I've even brought my own napkin." Helen laughed, as she pushed me away. "Well maybe later, but right now we've got work to do." Leaving me standing there, she left the room, turning her gorgeous red head to say, "Take off all your clothes! Get Bubba warmed up. I'll be right back"I was happy to comply. From the next room she called out, "Come into the spare room." Another first for me, I followed her voice into what appeared to be a workshop of sorts. Basic tools, pallets, frames and art implements of all types were scattered around. It was not untidy exactly, but appeared to be supporting a series of projects in progress. I was aware Helen had majored in art at college, but knew she earned a living in the world of marketing. I'd never put the two together. In the far corner there was a tub with dry plaster in it. "Err, what are you up to Helen?"I asked quietly, queasiness began to fill my stomach. Helen called into the room, "James, you're going to model for me." "What? Oh, yeah, right." She returned to the room, pulling on a pair of latex gloves. "I'm going to make a plaster cast of your cock. How big would you say it is?" I knew, but feigning shyness, claimed I didn't. "Oh, yeah, right yourself," she muttered as she grabbed a tape, and checked me out, first making sure I was at my peak. "Length a mite over 9 inches, girth, 3 1/2."(I'm only repeating what Helen said, I wouldn't want to brag about stuff like this, especially when I can honestly write about Helen and her tape.) Helen grimaced, but did not relax her grip on Bubba. "I thought you were at least a ten, but I'm not complaining. Now sit down while I mix the plaster of Paris." I couldn't resist asking if this would hurt. She came over and without using her hands, nuzzled me, partly because I'd made her laugh, partly to keep me fully erect. It worked. She had me stand up and applied the plaster to my erection, and my balls. I wondered how I was going to maintain my erection while the plaster did its thing. I asked Helen. "Thanks for reminding me,"she said as she rinsed her hands in a small sink and left the room momentarily, only to return with the beads. I was a good soldier. I remained at attention for the entire operation. Eventually, she removed the plaster cast, and walah! There was my one-eyed double looking at me. Wow! I was impressed. "Hi Bubba!"I grinned. Helen said, "Now I can remember you forever,"and placed the still wet cast of my cock on the mantle like a trophy. Kind of romantic, don't you think? I wondered where she kept her other memories. Then she surprised me again. "We are not having sex now. You will have to wait until we get Anne warmed up later. But you can do me a favor and help me sort out my toys for later." I walked to the toy box and looked in. This was another eye opener. There was a strap-on dildo. No, there were two! What I'd call a real biggy and a normal six-inch version. Then I found several vibrators. Did this girl love to keep her instrument fine tuned or what! Helen guaranteed I'd love them and began to explain how they differed. "You know Jim, a vibrator doesn't snore, or let you down, but it never says I love you either. That's why we keep you guys around." "Oh boy!" I said, "Thank God for small favors." If I remember correctly, and I was sufficiently impressed to do that, first off there was Mr. Hard Throb: looked like the real thing. About 7"with a skin like texture. Shorty came next. I'm not making this up. Shorty had a curved tip, and I'm told he's anxious to please, great for G-spot stimulation. Okay! By the way, this caused Helen to take a moment to explain exactly where her G-Spot is, another of life's mysteries solved. Praise the Lord. A wet/dry massager was next. Hey, you can jump from the shower to the bed without missing a beat. It has bumps to give you bumps. About 12"long, Wow! And good grief, it had an extension to reach those hard to get to places. I asked Helen if it really helped her singing in the shower. She took a fit of laughing, smacked me and threatened to have Anne pee on me in the shower later. I told her I'd never stand still for that and I knew how hard it was for women to hit a moving target. She continued laughing as tears rolled down her cheeks. "You'll get extra special treatment tonight for that baby!" I laughed and retorted, "threats like that I can handle." Helen explained the next toy carefully. "This is the Eager Beaver. Long and thin, it rotates and vibrates inside the vagina." I'm paying close attention and notice a miniature beaver, at the base, with a fast moving snout designed to diddle the clit. I told Helen, "You women sure have it made. No wonder you're so clean, all that time in the tub. Now I know..." Helen giggled and presented me with a present, a pack of 10 Maxx condoms. I asked if she expected me to use them all tonight. "Don't push it,"she laughed. Then she pulled down her panties reached inside her vagina and pulled out what she called her ben-wa balls. Two small metal balls linked together. She told me they stimulate her during normal daytime activities. "You wear them to your day job?" I asked. Helen smirked and said, "Sure they keep me horny all day. Sometimes I masturbate in the ladies room; sometimes I just sit at my desk and keep squeezing my legs together until I get off. But the balls also help strengthen my clitoral muscles, the better to grab your cock by, ha, ha, ha." And I thought I'd finished with school, hell, here I am going for my Ph.D. I leaned over the box, reached in and picked up an egg shaped object with little springs, looking remarkably like stubby legs. Helen told me she sticks it inside her as an alternative to the ben-wa balls. "It kind of moves around in there and stimulates things a bit." "Hmmmmm!" I sang out. "A Mexican humping bean." Helen swung around and put her legs on my shoulders. "Have a burrito, Signor?"Helen whispered erotically. I was incredibly turned on! Hungrily, I went down on her warm and frothy burrito bush. What a start! And I hadn't gotten laid yet. ------- 10. Helen, Annie and Me (Sheesh, I mean, Ay-Yi-Yahhhh"!) By design, I placed the toys in various places around the apartment then sat and watched as Helen dressed in brown-ocher jeans, boat shoes, and leaving off her bra, pulled on a cream colored angora sweater guaranteed to stimulate her nipples, and left the apartment. After a quick bite at Shober's we drove to Frizzi's and picked up Anne, who was standing outside waiting for us. Bits and pieces about Annie: She was an exceptional beauty. Only nineteen, she matter-of-factly told us she's 36D-22-38 and a real blonde. We didn't argue. I thought she was about 5'5". Her personal appearance was very neat. Wearing a charcoal gray, pinstriped business jacket with an expensive white skirt and matching white shoes, I could easily believe that what she possessed beneath her clothes was equally inspiring. They weren't her work clothes; she was dressed for success. I made an assumption that Anne came from money. I drove back to Helen's. The girls sat in the back. There was no fooling around. We arrived at the apartment, where Helen had music playing softly. It sounded like Antonio Carlos Jobin. Silently, I heartily approved her choice. This would certainly help set the opening mood for the evening. Later, I knew the Bolero would help us quench the lust, which was already perceptible within the room. Helen offered to make drinks, and stepped behind the tiled bar to do so. While she did, Anne roamed around the living room, stopping at the mantle and picking up my plaster cast. "Where did you find this Helen?" Holding the phallic symbol out in front of her like a peace offering. Helen laughed, and said: "The original is sitting five feet from you." Anne licked her lips lewdly, and came towards me while inserting the tip of the cast into her mouth. Removing it as she reached a point directly in front of me, she said, "I hear there's nothing like the real thing." Helen had returned with the drinks, but stood off to the side watching. Anne knelt down and unzipped my fly. She reached in pulled out the real Bubba McCoy, and took me in her mouth. The night was under way. Helen interrupted Anne after permitting her a brief period of felatio. "Here's your drink Anne," holding it out until Anne accepted it. My cock dropped from her mouth, landing with a soft thud against my thigh. "Okay," Helen commanded, "let's get *fucking* comfortable. Into the bedroom, take your clothes off everybody." Hastening to comply, I failed to fully remove my leg from my slacks and tripped, falling against the bedpost. I admonished myself against getting hurt at the worst possible time. I continued to strip, but a slower pace as I greedily watched Anne remove her jacket and skirt. I began stroking myself in a languid fashion, and asked her to turn around so I could look at her. She flashed me a winsome smile and complied, continuing with her undressing. I noted Helen, halter in hand, pausing to watch too. Anne's bra dropped to the floor and she bent daintily to remove her panties. Her breasts were beautifully shaped, with long, hard nipples; her stomach was flat and looked strong; her legs had a graceful beauty and her ass was dimpled and taut. After this brief examination, I reached out and ran the palm of my hand in a circular motion around her erect nipple. Anne sighed, and I sensed some tension leave her. As I pinched one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, Anne moaned and grasped my cock, squeezing it hard. Helen, naked except for her garterbelt, stockings and shoes, now reached out to Anne and feathered her fingers in a lingering caress that moved from Anne's neck down to the top, and then underside of her breast. Anne shuddered. I sighed, thinking it was time to move along. I dropped to my knees to gaze at the pink folds of her labia, already glistening with her wet heat. Helen's sensual red lips closed upon a nipple. I looked up and studied her face, unable to fathom any emotion other than pure lust. The only sound other than the Beatles "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" was the soft sucking Helen was generating from Anne's nipple and Anne's concentrated breathing... I broke the heavy silence by asking Anne if she'd ever tasted her own juices. In a voice filled with denial, she said, "No, of course not." I placed my hands around her ass and plunged my face into her cunt, licking and sucking frenziedly. My tongue penetrated her to its full length, withdrawing only to flick up and make contact with her clit. She began to tremble; God knows what Helen was up too up above. Using my legs as a football lineman might at the snap of the ball, I drove forward, face still embedded in her pelvic region, and we both landed on the bed. Helen, whose mouth was abruptly torn from Anne's nipple, stood in an awkward position on the brink of falling -- regained her balance and moved toward the bed. How I took this in I don't know. Peripheral vision? Imagination? Clairvoyance? Who cares? On landing, Anne instantly spread her legs further apart, reaching for the top of my head to keep my tongue in contact with her outer lips. After a few moments more of delicious cunnilingus, I broke contact with her sweet pussy, pushed myself up to a sitting position and grabbed her blonde hair, pulling her face to mine. We kissed. We passed fluids back and forth. I ended the kiss abruptly, and growled at her, "Admit it, that's not the first time you've tasted yourself is it?" What was wrong with me? Here's a great piece of ass, primed, in place and I'm being argumentative. Actually, I was acting on instinct. I sensed Anne wanted to be dominated by us to some extent. I was probing to find out how far we might go. Momentarily distracted by Helen's attentions to her breasts, she stammered, "Yes, yes, I have." "When," I demanded. "When I masturbate," she quietly murmured. "You lied to me," I said coldly, "now show us how you do it, be quick about it." I sat back on my haunches and put my arm around Helen's waist. Annie flushed with stimulation and very nervous, was both obviously anxious to please us and confused at the rapid change in tempo. Nonetheless she began. Slowly, she drew her fingers over and around her clit. Then she placed her index finger inside her cunt, and began stroking herself at a rapid pace. Realizing she was already well lubricated, Anne inserted a second finger, slowing her rhythm. Moments later, Helen and I were amazed as Anne inserted her whole hand inside her! This was my first time watching a woman fisting herself. My cock screamed for release. As Anne continued her fisting, I placed Helen's leg up on the bed, and entered her standing up. This was for our benefit as well as Anne's. We could both watch Anne from this set up. Anne began to cum, making a grunting sound I can only describe as, "ugh, ugh ughhhh." "Lick your juices Anne," I commanded sternly. As she complied, Helen and I embraced and kissed. "She's all ours now James,"she whispered in my ear. I broke away from Helen's embrace and slowly slid down her body, kissing all the way until I reached paradise. We moved onto the bed. Anne asked and received my permission to resume her assault on my cock, and gripping it in her hand; she brought the head to her lips, and her tongue darted out to drag across the veiny underside of my cock. Her hot, wet tongue sent ripples of pleasure through me as she continued licking Bubba's entire length. Anne reduced her languid swipes until she was dragging my cock over her lips only, and I couldn't keep from moaning repeatedly as I neared my climax. Suddenly, she slid her pouty lips over me and engulfed me completely. I watched enthralled as Bubba went bye-bye disappearing down her throat only to reappear as her head bobbed back up, then back down in, all the way. As I felt myself starting to erupt, I let out a long groan, and Anne took this as a sign to pull me completely out of her mouth. She rubbed it on her sweat-stained face and beaded lips as she said, "Cum on my face James! Cum all ooover my face!" My entire body stiffened at these words and I shot a load over her cheek and across the bridge of her nose, and up onto her forehead, as her tongue darted in and out to lick Bubba clean. Before I finished ejaculating, Anne wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and sucked it like a lollipop, swallowing my last ejaculate. It took me a while to calm down from that orgasm, and I lay there, soaking wet, panting, otherwise hardly moving; riding out the spasmodic twitches rippling through my body -- reduced to the role of voyeur. Helen maneuvered herself into a position from which her face was over Annie's pussy and mine was close to hers. Helen slammed her face down into Anne's pussy. Just as quickly, she withdrew. It was a violent action. Anne cried out, pleading for her to get back there. Helen did, this time ever so gently she began licking and sucking Anne's nether lips. Anne was hot. She started grunting again, and twisted her shoulders while thrusting her pelvis upward, saying, "Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, God yes! Helen seemed to revel in the continuity of Anne's climaxes. She kept her face glued to Anne's cunt until Anne jerked upward twice and fainted. "I'll take care of her, Jim," she said, "Go get us some toy's. I got up, my legs wavering and made my way to the toy box, only to remember I'd scattered them around the apartment earlier. I gathered several up and returned to the bed. Anne had indeed been revived. I stood at the side of the bed and watched as they moved into a natural 69 position. One of the toys I brought back was Mr. Hard Throb, and looking over the scene, decided to insert it into Anne's pussy. I gently tapped Helen's nose with Bubba to get her attention and clear a path to my objective. It slid in easily, and I established a slow in and out rhythm as Helen returned to dine at her pussy. It wasn't long before Anne started to come. Helen started to react to Anne's attention, and came shortly after. I'm standing there, playing push and shove with Mr. Hard Throb with my own throbbing cock in my hand. I decided to put mine to use, and picked on Anne who was now laying across Helen suckling her breast. Helen's unattended nipple was longer than I'd ever seen it before. I leaned over and nipped at it. Helen moaned in pleasure. I flipped Mr. Heart Throb away and mounted Anne from behind. She was exquisitely tight, but so well lubricated that my first thrust brought me so deep I bumped up against her cervix. Emulating Mr. Heart Throb, I used slow, deep movements. I didn't pump very long before Anne started screaming, "Oh, God, I'm coming again." Moments later I found myself fit for oral duty only as Helen grabbed me, taking Bubba into her mouth, gasping, "I've got to taste you both." And with those lush, vise-like gripping lips and relentless tongue working on my cock I came, and came again. Helen swallowed some and dribbled some out of the corner of her mouth. I continued to cum, Helen started choking on my sperm. Anne meanwhile was eating Helen out and Helen picked this moment to begin a series of orgasms. I pulled out of Helen's mouth, spewing cum wildly across her eyebrows and into her hair. I watched as it dripped down into her ear. Helen was a comely sight to behold. With everybody sated for the moment, we cleaned ourselves up a bit and returned to our drinks. Anne started talking rapidly. "I never saw anything like you guys the other night. And... and, when Helen flashed her pussy at me... why I thought that was wild... I knew it was just for me to see, but then I saw that she had your dick in her hand... Ooohh, I got so wet!" With that she hit Helen on the arm saying, "And you... you knew I was hot... and you, James... running your hand up into my shorts... why didn't you finger me then? I wanted it so badly." Anne lunged forward, crying out, "Then this one," grabbing and pulling on Helen's still rigid non-ringed nipple, "tells me to go with her to the ladies, so'es she can help me dry myself. I swear I came right then. If my boyfriend wasn't gonna pick me up... well, I'd have left with you right then."She casually spread her cunt lips apart and said, "Christ, I'm smoldering again. Look James, your cum's pouring out of me" "That's your cum baby," I said, putting my arm around her, and tenderly kissing her lower lip and then slipping my tongue in her mouth. I felt light tremors vibrating throughout her body. Oh, did her mouth have an erotic savoryness in its taste. Helen also sensed Anne's renewed horniness, and resumed her attack upon Anne. Licking, biting and sucking her nipples. One would have to describe Anne's areola as being huge; (puffies I think you'd call them). Her nipples protruded out about half an inch. I moved in to share Anne with Helen, taking one breast and attempting to draw it completely into my mouth. Of course I failed. But I tried again, only to back off and content myself with absorbing her nipple and sucking and chewing the miniature erection it had become. Then Helen and I pursued the same nipple. I bit and she licked. Our tongues would occasionally lap one another. Anne began to keen that now familiar moan which preceded an orgasm. Helen now had several fingers up within Anne's pussy. We played Anne together, as I gained renewed length to my cock. I looked on in amazement as Helen worked her entire hand into Anne. How could she feel so tight and yet retain such elasticity? It was another miracle of womanhood. Anne started to come again. Helen removed her hand and barked an order at me: "Fuck her now, James." I was ready. Helen positioned herself under Anne and began licking from her pussy to her asshole, even as I penetrated her pussy using the missionary position. Anne placed her legs upon my shoulders... I surged even deeper into her hole. I assumed we were in a different position than missionary. "Kama Sutra, where the hell are you when I need you?" Well, I wasn't going to start reading at this point, but you get my drift. ------- 11. I glanced at the mirrors located around the room and obtained an angle providing a great view to watch Helen as she began to tongue Anne's ass. They call it a rim job. Similar to a blow job, but the other side. Helen and I had begun riming each other since my introduction to the beads. With both hands Helen separated the plump asscheeks and licked the rosy starfish-like entry. Then she uncovered the little hole, which she dampened with a lubricant, before placing against it her tongue, now stiff as a penis, and tried to drive it in. Anne trembled with pleasure at this exciting caress, but her anus had contracted from my steady fucking of her other hole, and refused to let Helen's tongue gain entry. I withdrew to rest and to observe two wanton beauties at work. Helen reversed position, moving her buttocks forward and sat hard on Anne's face, asking for the same caress. Anne complied, and separating Helen's larger cheeks, she exposed Helen's rosette. Finding it somewhat enlarged, she placed the tip of her tongue on the round hole, felt it open under the lightest pressure, and gasped in surprise as her tongue was drawn in by Helen's muscular contractions. I watched in fascination as most of Anne's tongue disappeared between the burning walls of Helen's rectum, while Helen purred with delight as she returned the favor at the other, now totally relaxed end. Moments later, Anne groaned slightly, for Helen had changed her attack. After sucking her index finger, she drove it slowly into Anne's anus. My erection was throbbing now, for I knew that one's sphincter muscles have nerve ends which are exquisitely sensitive to the touch of a finger or a tongue; and inserting a well-lubricated finger deeply in and moving it around in slow circles while you either tongue or finger the clit can drive a woman sexually insane. Inspired by this penetration, Anne revenged herself by nibbling on Helen's clit. Helen drove a second finger into Anne's dilated asshole. This time Anne cried out, for it hurt. Was she still a virgin on that side? Helen ceased her fingering and returned to the dribbling cunt. Soon, in a crescendo of moans and heavy breathing, the two women rolled over on each other, quivering with delight and copiously wetting each other's face. I found myself caught up in a sexual fugue, in which I managed to screw away first using Helen's cunt, then Anne's without coming for the longest time. As I began to feel like I could do this forever, Anne, nearing exhaustion from the frantic fucking, started to gush a clear liquid from her pussy, it was overflowing with every stoke I drove in. Not to be left out, Helen who was lapping up the overflowing juices had now inserted Shorty, the vibrator up Anne's ass. As Helen applied the vibrator to Anne, she began licking my balls. Anne exploded in another series of grunts as she climaxed. I pulled out an entered Helen doggy style. Anne, covered in a mixture of sweat, love juice and lubricant, rose to her knees, and with a copious amount of fluid draining from her cunt and down her legs, placed Mr. Hard Throb in Helen's mouth and then her own. Helen must have come without my noticing, because she moved away severing my penetration, and told me to fuck Anne's ass next. Anne liked the idea. "I can take it all," she grinned. She needed no primer on that hole thanks to Helen's prior ministrations. I took aim and hit the target. Oh, God, what a wonderful fit! I thanked Shorty profusely for opening up the backdoor. Helen was busy applying Mr. Hard Throb to Anne's pussy. I could feel it, as I pounded deeper into her ass. I was all the way in, it was unbelievable, and I hit bottom! Annie bucked, shook and snorted as she gulped for the oxygen necessary to maintain her fucking activity. Somewhere in the background, Helen had a recording the 1812 Overture playing out its final moments. The bells were ringing and the fusillade of cannons exploded. What exquisite timing! Anne exploded. I exploded. It was fireworks the likes of which I'd never seen before. It was glorious; it was painfully glorious; there wasn't many fireworks ejaculated on my part, but the feeling was magnificent and long lasting. I collapsed and rolled over on my back. Anne was frozen in position, ass up, face down on the golden colored pillow, hands clenching the gold and black sheets. Helen finished putting on a strap-on dildo, and walked across the room to replace me in fucking Anne's ass - now a wide, gaping hole - with shit speckled semen drooling down her thigh. Pumping like a rabbit, Helen's breathing became quicker, and raspy, as she called upon energies that severely tested her heart and lung capacities. Anne began screaming she was coming. I had heard this before, and needed a rest, so I got up from the bed and sat hunched over on a love-seat across the room, watching as Helen, momentarily depleted, staggered off the bed, and wove her way toward the toy box. She reached in, picked up another toy, turned took two steps, and stumbled forward managing to collapse on the bed next to Anne. Moments later, apparently renewed, Helen held a humming vibrator inside her as she began kissing and caressing Anne. These toys sure were proving useful. I returned to the war-zone and handed Anne the Eager Beaver for her own use. (That's the one with the second section that has a snout to diddle the clit.) The girls continued kissing and pinching each other's nipples while screwing themselves with the vibrators. I joined in again, playing with Helen's ringed nipple. She liked it when I squeezed it and pulled on it. Then I shifted to Anne's memorable puffy nipples. Time passed. The Bolero played to its conclusion a second time. It was silent, except for the panting of some tired fuckers. Then, magically, I was ready again. I stood up and announced, "Ladies, ladies, this is Gentleman Jim's last call." The girls giggled. "Then fuck Anne, nice and slow,"said Helen. I wiped Anne's asscheeks off with a washcloth, and entered her from the rear; with her ass raised and her head resting on a pillow, (didn't I just do this?) and began series of slow, easy strokes into a pussy that had loosened considerably during the evening. "Anne eat me! Eat my ass!" Helen cried out, sliding her ass onto Anne's pillow, and spreading her legs as her cunt reached Anne's face. Anne quickly complied, burrowing her face between Helen's slick sheen-covered cheeks. She began using that fantastic tongue of hers in ways that defied description. Anne was closing in on yet another orgasm. As it overpowered her, she pounded her face into Helen's ass as though trying to obliterate her facial features. Helen cried out in pleasure, I suddenly found myself fucking thin air as Anne rolled away from Helen and I, gasping desperately for air. "Helen,"I said, straddling Helen's face, "lick my ass and balls." She laughed at me, but just as quickly began tonguing me there. Oh, that felt good! I really had nothing left but a hard-on that wouldn't quit. I turned Helen over and screwed her ass for a while, and finally finished my evening by coming in a somewhat revived Anne's mouth. I showered, dressed and said good night to the girls. They were sorting through the toys, looking for new thrills. I know I left some things out, but there was too, too, much to recall. ------- Part 2 12. The Day Following the Night Before Early the next afternoon I awoke to the strident tone of my doorbell. I had been dreaming the dreams of the fully satiated, i.e.; my R.E.M.'s were devoted to pure fornication. (How can I describe pure fornication? Hey, I'm trying my best. Ya don't like it, dream your own dreams. I'm busy lying my ass off here, tryin' to get everybody strokin' in 1 - 2 time.) Noting the room was filled with an abundance of daylight and that I was still exhausted (do you burn calories up having wet dreams? Anybody out there into this dream stuff feel free to email me with the facts. (The_panda@hotmail.com ) I risked opening my eyes a little wider and glancing at my watch, heard myself muttering, "God, it's 1:30," I hobbled out of bed, reached for my terry-cloth robe and headed for the door. Waiting patiently for me on the other side in the brilliant sunshine was Helen. She looked, ummmm, dare I say it? Yeah... she looked good enough to eat. (I made a mental note to try thinking about other things, and perhaps I will -- later.) I was hungry, but confused as to whether I craved food or sex. I gazed hungrily at Helen as she stood there. (I think I knew which appetite was in control of my libido). "Good day to you kind sir." She was positively beaming at me. "I've lost my way, could you possibly allow me to rest my weary bones inside?" I wrenched my eyes away from those emerald eyes of hers and took a closer look at those weary bones. She was wearing a blackberry stretch velvet polo, whose spandex material caused it to cling to her body like a second skin. And as my weary eyes regained their focusing abilities, I glanced further down and took in the black leather pants, also tight in all the right places; I recall seeing boots too, I remember this only because I envisioned difficulty in getting them off. In short, Helen was a vision. She was a sexual vision. A veritable cosmetic marvel considering last night's activities. Bubba, my weary-bone-jumping friend was already randy, gassed up and raring to go. Oh well, several hours had passed since he was last wide-awake. Helen glanced down smiled at Bubba and said, "Hello my phallic fuckin' friend." "Come on in", I said, feeling somewhat like the spider talking to Little Miss Muffet. (Little did I know what designs Helen had on me. I should have, she was already talking dirty to me.) Moving quickly into my great room, Helen surveyed the place, nodded with satisfaction that I had managed to keep it moderately clean, (I hadn't spent much time there lately) before turning to me and say, "I'm still SO hot from last night. It was fabulous wasn't it? Anne left about an hour ago. We had one last round in the shower before that though. Oh, lover, I'm still tingling." Sucking in her breath, Helen raised her hands to her chest and slowly began caressing her breasts. The nipples jumped up sizzling like burnt toast from a toaster. I bet myself they were hotter than toast right now. My old military training kicked in and I remembered to breathe again. Helen started squeezing her right nipple with her left hand - rolling it between her thumb and forefinger -- while her right hand slowly unzipped those tight leather pants enough to permit its passage to an area suspiciously near her groin. Pure lust was reflected in her hooded green eyes. She started licking her lips. God, it was stimulating just standing there watching her. I hadn't realized her tongue was that long. I was frozen in place, my jaw open, like an idiot. I kept breathing though, albeit at a faster clip. Finally, I managed to blurt out "Good morning to you too." Apparently that did not register with Helen. She may have been thinking along other lines, because she asked: "Whatcha got on under the robe mister?" I tried to put my stupor behind me (but it still stuck out quite a bit) and stammered "You, you know damn well what's under me kilts," I replied, "a tired, gnarled, shrived up little prick." Helen sank to her knees and leaving her nipples to fend for themselves, reached inside my robe. Bubba was in there salivating, very anxious to greet her. "Ummmm," she said, "He doesn't look tired, or shriveled at all. In fact, he looks... " and Helen's lips closed down upon ole Bubba -- and a most satisfied sound emenated from her clogged larynx. "Ummmm, slurp, umphh, ughh, tcchhh, slurp, ummmmmm! Her right hand began moving faster inside those black leather pants. Trying to be as helpful as possible I critiqued Helen. "You shouldn't talk with your mouth full, didn't your mother ever teach you anything?" My legs were about to betray me. "I need to sit down," I croaked feebly, and took a step to my left. With a soft pop, Bubba left Helen's mouth; I located the easy chair and plopped down. Helen, still on her knees, shuffled after me. "Have you eaten yet?" she asked. A pensive,"Noooo," was all I could manage. "Ummmmm," Helen murmured demurely, taking Bubba back into her mouth as if he were the most delicious morsel at a buffet. Two languid sucks and Bubba went from a semi-state of limpidness to a fully engorged, All-American rock hard cock. Helen, apparently satisfied with this transformation, resumed gently licking Bubba's underside (it's my best side too). "I'll mmifff norr brrfffst nin minute," was what I thought she said as Bubba plunged down her throat. (I want the reader to understand that I did contribute to the dialogue in this scene; I just had to wait for my turn. Surely you understand my character in this little play was virtually speechless -- that is, until -- ahhhh! Finally, I received my cue and spoke my opening lines like the pro that I am.) "Yes baby... Keep doing that... Just like that... Yessssss, ohhhhh, suck harder baby, faster, faster..." I crooned to into her ear. Slowly I eased her leather pants down past her calves. I crammed my hand into one leg of her black laced panties. Helen was now slowly stoking her clit with one hand while holding Bubba firmly in the other. I volunteered two fingers and her copiously wet, fevered snatch absorbed them so easily, I sent another two into the mysterious folds of her cunt. Helen reacted to my attentions by once again allowing Bubba to see daylight through his pre-com-clogged eye. It was a bleary world he saw as lost his balance, flipping and flopping; wavering a bit to the left, seeking the warm, wet refuge he had lost moments ago. Helen yanked her panties down and gave me much needed instructions. (Damn it! I'd left my manual at Helen's.) "There... ! Yes! Oh, yes there! Baby... Do that! Oh fuck! Honey, just a little faster, ummmmmmm. Yeah!" Gyrating her pelvic region like a washing machine gone mad; her fingers squeezing her breasts, then pinching her nipples, she moaned deliriously, completely enthralled in sex crazed lust. Bubba was forgotten for the moment. Helen decided to help her cause even more by issuing further instructions to me. "No, Baby, don't stop! Ohhhh! Yes, yes... Yes! Fuck me, honey... fuck your honey. Well, what virile young man wouldn't respond to a damsel in distress? I wan'cha to know, when my Helen needs me, I'm there for her. As quickly as I could I removed my fingers and inserted Bubba. Yes, and there too. "Ohhhhh", Helen cried out as Bubba slid down the chute of love. "Yeah! Yeah! There... Oh, like that! Yesss! Lover, just do that - Uuunngghhhhh! I'm gonna cum! Oh, fuck, I'm almost there, oh lover slam it to me! Gimme cock! Gimme cock! Fuck it to me! Now, now! For fuck's sake!" "I'm cuming, I'm cuming! I'm there! Ohhhh! I'm there lover! I'm there!... uuunghhhh... ! Unghh! Oh, sweetheart! -- Drive it home! Yessss! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! -- Sooo deep!" Suddenly, using that timeless woman's prerogative, Helen switched gears, momentarily confusing the hell out of me. "No! No! No! I want your cock in my mouth! In my mouth! Cum in my mouth Lover!" Being a compliant guy, I shifted position, Helen scooped Bubba up to her lips and promptly devoured him. Now all those years of method acting lessons paid off. I recited my lines flawlessly, just like Brando would have. "Ohhhhh, suck me harder baby, faster, faster..." I whispered to her. I felt the sperm train roaring into the station. "Mmmmmmffffff, umphhh, ummmmmm!" I guess that was Helen calling out the station, upstaging me again. (She's turned out to be a shameless ad-libber, never follows the script.) Helen made a gurgling, swallowing sound, followed by the appearance (from stage left) of a now useless Bubba. This time he was shriveled and gnarled. I received a sensual smile from Helen, who opened her mouth to speak, allowing some cum to trickle out the side of her mouth. "Kith me do fool," she lisped. Laughing, I followed orders and tasted myself as Helen politely deposited a good portion of Bubba's kick-a-poo joy juice in my mouth. I'd known I'd be eating soon, but could have sworn it would be animal, vegetable, or even Helen -- I never thought it would be me. "Ummmmmmm, savory -- a bit tart, definitely a good vintage -- a '54 perhaps?" We lay there on the floor looking at each other and panting heavily. Her hair was disheveled, her swollen lips parted, and I watched as her tongue darted quickly to lick a trace of sperm from her upper lip. Taking her in my arms, I kissed her lovingly, with all the tenderness I could manage. "I love you Helen." "Ummmm, me too," she responded. My hand began to casually rove down her body and discovered her nipples still incredibly erect. I lightly caressed them. Helen, still fully immersed in the after glow of her orgasm, purred contentedly. One hand lay on her stomach not far removed from the auburn patch just above her pubis; the other gently grazed my face. My eyes traversed her marvelous body. Hers were closed. I smiled as I watched her hips twitch spasmodically. Yes I thought smugly to myself, that's the gift that keeps on cuming. "Am I responsible for this?" she asked demurely, her eyes now wide open in feigned wonderment indicating a flaccid Bubba held loosely in the palm of her hand. "Does a bear shit in the woods?" I think my stomach said that. "Ughh! Men!" Helen grunted as she attempted to rise up. I held her back. "Let go, I'm gonna make you something to eat." "Well in that case, feel free to rise my queen, my beauty, my most bounteous breasted... boy you've got great hooters... have I ever told you..." Helen, now standing bent over me, the objects of my praise dangled temptingly in front of my face. "One lick lover, then I'm gone." Helen sighed, and still leaning over my head, held her breasts so they were compressed together. I moved toward the hanging strawberries, taking one in my mouth. It was delicious. Slowly, Helen removed it. My puckered lips made a sad sucking sound. I pouted. Helen's generosity forgotten. "Sorry James, I really have to pee. Then I'll fix us some breakfast or lunch... I need something more sustaining than another orgasm right now. But we can get back to fooling around later if you like. We've got all day and all night too if we work it right." That said she walked away, taking her ass and wet pussy with her. I called after her. "Okay, be sure to wash your hands, I wouldn't want to catch your germs..." The door didn't exactly slam behind her, but it sure closed quickly. A minute or so later I heard the toilet flush and water running, then the shower. I remained where I was, too tired to move. Moments later, Helen emerged wearing one of my old robes, still drying her hands she walked over to the kitchen counter and sat down. Leaning her elbow on the counter she looked at the refrigerator and asked," Anything edible inside that thing?" "Sure I said smiling broadly, I went shopping yesterday just before A, Y & M f'd." A quizzical look crossed Helen's face. (Have I told you what a lovely face it is? Ahhh! Yes it 'tis, a fine face indeed!) "A, Y & M?" "Yeah," I countered gleefully, "Anne, you and me fucking." "Get out of here," she yelped and hit me with a roll of paper towels she heaved at me. I was getting up anyway and said, "Make yourself comfortable Hon, I'm gonna take a shower." "Okay, I'll scrounge something up from your fridge, we'll have breakfast when you finish. Twenty minutes later, I strode triumphantly into the kitchen wearing my robe over a pair of clean jockeys. The smell of coffee and cinnamon wafted through the air. "Are you sure you're thoroughly cleansed?" Helen ventured. "Ahhh, yes," I said giving my best W. C. Fields impersonation. "The great philosophical question: Clean mind, clean body -- take your pick." "Sit down you fool," she giggled. I did. It was a round table and we sat opposite one another at first, but I moved closer to Helen and she seemed to blush at my action. What could she be embarrassed about, I wondered. Helen had set a buffet of sorts for us. A large bowl was filled with sliced strawberries, bananas and cantaloupe. Another bowl was filled with granola. Helen finished pouring out my orange juice and coffee. Famished, I began eating in earnest. Helen devoured her food even faster then I. Either she knew her body's metabolism extremely well, or no longer had any regard for her figure. Then it occurred to me that hell, we'd burnt a few calories, quite a few calories, last night. And so, swallowing my fourth piece of toast, I refilled both coffee cups, took a sip from mine and brought up the events of last night. "Luv, last night..." "Oh, don't remind me," Helen said interrupting me. I moved my chair a little closer to her. "You left and we kept going, like the rabbit in the battery commercial... " "Oh, you two were going like rabbits alright." "Well you certainly handled yourself like a pro..." "Correction, I didn't handle myself at all, you two did it for me." "Well... We aimed to please." "And you both hit the target each and every time." I was enjoying this inane bantering, it was almost as good as guy, guy bull shit. Meanwhile, I continued to move my chair little by little, and soon closed the distance between us. Indeed, the two chairs touched, as did our thighs. We both sighed and broke out laughing. "You pervert," Helen laughed. "Pervert? Me? I stared into her emerald eyes. She immediately looked down. I reached out with my hand, cupped her chin and pulled it close to me. Then I kissed her. Helen broke the kiss off, murmuring, "mmmmffffff, Mr. Bubba sir, I shall scream!" Twirling an imaginary moustache, I retorted, "I certainly hope you do Miss Helen, then and only then shall I be certain I have pleasured you, but in the meantime, you've got your anatomy craving mixed." "You cad!" Her hands were rising up to her breasts again. (Is that movement some kind of sexual barometer? (Come on reader, help me out here. The_panda@hotmail.com) "Hey!" I continued, "you see these strawberries?" "Of course I see the strawberries. What about them? "I have a distinct memory of you and your lush red lips sucking on Anne's marvelous nipple." "Ohhh," Helen said, swallowing audibly and clenching her left breast. "Oh is right," I kept on, taking in the flushed countenance rapidly spreading across her face. "Do you remember when she put her whole hand inside her pussy?" I was almost rambling now, wanting to see where this lead. "My God, Helen that almost set me off." Helen's hands were now under the table. She had begun frigging herself at a leisurely pace. In an almost inaudible undertone, she murmured, "I did cum, it was incredible." Trying not to break the delicate mood, but anxious to see more of what was happening below the table, I continued. "She was so hot. Do you remember when she fainted?" "Ummmm," she answered, eyes closed; her hand -- now visible to me, her movements having parted the robe completely exposing her thighs -- fully immersed inside her panties pistoning in and out at a faster pace. She was obviously reliving some moments of last night. "Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, God yes!" She panted. Her nostrils were flared -- her chest was now heaving. The odor of her sex was filling the air. Helen's fingers were loudly squishing in her cunt. A creamy froth of tiny white bubbles was oozing out of her cunt and mixing with the damp, reddish mat of hair surrounding it. "Help me with this James," she whimpered, "Please!" (And now, kind reader, picture me once again twisting my imaginary moustache before rendering a reply.) "Of course my dear, I wouldn't be left out of this for anything," this said with a touch of sarcasm, since I wasn't responsible for this particular case of the hots. That honor belonged to Anne. That said, I rose from the chair, reached for the fruit bowl and knelt in front of Helen's widely spread thighs. She was plunging four fingers into her cunt, which was a frothy white with her juices. I was not exactly impervious to Helen's situation, in fact I was rarin' to go again. Deciding we were not in the best location for this activity, I placed my arms under her thighs began to lift her up. "Ugtt, ohhh!" I groaned. Dead weight, c'mon back don't fail me now! "Hold on to me Helen," I said, my cheeks nestled against her sopping wet hole. "We're going to use the living room chair." Helen complied and I half carried - half staggered into the next room and gingerly lowered her into the chair. Hurrying, I placed her legs, one on each of the chair's arms. Helen's robe now hung loosely over one shoulder. Her cunt gaped at me. I had never seen it quite like this, so open, so inviting. I wasn't quite finished with my preparations. I went back to the kitchen, shedding my robe and jockeys enroute and retrieved the fruit bowl and a couple towels and returned to the living room where I once again knelt at the altar of love. I removed Helen's fingers from their gushy nest and licked them clean. Helen keened. I moved forward, stuck out my tongue and started licking, Helen moaned in pleasure. Reaching into the bowl at my feet I extracted several strawberries. "Huh? Wha..." gasped Helen, seemingly in a stupor. "I'm still hungry love," I replied, shushing her with a kiss and inserting them into her cunt, thereby forcing moisture to seep out. I gently lapped it up. "Ohhhhhhh, whatever..." she murmured confused by my actions. "Ummmmmm," she sighed. "Play with your titties baby," I offered. She promptly squeezed one breast and rubbed the other nipple. (For those of you keeping notes, this would be the ringless nipple.) My tongue pushed the berries deep into her pussy. Helen's hands left her breasts and found my head, pushing my face tighter into her cunt. One nostril was clogged with what I believe was her clit. My tongue never stopped moving. I was crazy to taste her, my tongue was whipping and dancing, up and down, in and out. I paused for a second to catch my breath; swallowed the strawberries and then began to suck at her clitoris. "Naugh, naugh, naugh," Helen mewed. Three of my fingers entered her cunt and begin to wiggle and thrust. Then, I trapped Helen's clit between my lips and began to rapidly stroke my tongue back and forth across it. This action sent a jolt of electrical current surging through to Helen's very core. She bit the back of her hand to keep from screaming. Both our bodies were covered with a sheen of perspiration. Suddenly, a clear fluid spurted from her cunt into my mouth, I gagged and almost choked, then against my will I did what 95% of American women don't want to do either -- I swallowed it. Helen was now whimpering, pleading with me to stop, but I was more familiar with her now. Instead of ending my cunnilingus rendering, I permitted her to relax for a minute, shifting my mouth's attack to another area of her thigh. I nibbled there until another tactic occurred to me. Wetting the thumb of my free hand I worked it up into her asshole. It moved in easily enough. Helen was totally limp at this point, save an occasional spasmodic shudder. Then I started a circling movement with the thumb. Glancing down, I noticed Bubba was fully erect and throbbing wildly. I returned my concentration to eating Helen's pussy. It was mushy, warm and ready. She was already starting to cum as my tongue wormed its way back into her cunt. "Ohhh, God! "Ohhh, God! "Ohhh, God! "Ohhhhhhh, God Almighty! I'm cuming, I'm cuming! Ahhhhhhhhh! Uuughhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" (No dear reader, that wasn't someone knockin' at the door, that was Helen singing the lyrics to the "I'm cuming polka.") It must have been an extremely intense orgasm because it felt as if it slammed into her like a freight train. One moment she was a dishrag, the next her hips flew off the chair hunching wildly at my face, dislodging it from her cunt in a very unladylike manner. Caught off guard, I chanced to look up. Her hands were busy. The one on the back of my head was slapping me; the other at her mouth was fluttering almost uselessly. Helen's eyes were rolled back -- all I could see were the whites -- in that all to brief moment afforded me to gape. I was enthralled by the power of this orgasm. Her heart was palpitating wildly; she was gasping, straining to catch her breath. Now both hands clasped my head, forcing my face into back onto her cunt. I kept on lickin'. (It's the Timex in me.) As the throes of her orgasmic release began to wane, (Whew, that's prose? Noooo! Let's edit a bit.) Her orgasm began to subside. (Ahhh, that's better.) Helen suddenly regained her voice. "Yesss! Ohhhh, lover. Ohhhhh, yes. Ummmmmmmm... ohhhh. you're so sweet." I rested, laying there, huffing and puffing; taking a moment to wipe the sweat from my eyes and the cum juices from my mouth. Helen's hands were caressing my scrotum; she licked the head of my cock. "Ooooooo!" I saw sparks! "Ummmmm, my lover boy, what's the matter pussy got your tongue?" What had we here? Had she shaken off her languid mood? Not quite. She was still charged up from her last orgasm. "Yummmmm, yummmm, you taste like a real man, honey." I restrained myself from asking what a fake man tasted like; I didn't want to hear about her fellating a vibrator or dildo. No, this was great stroking for my ego. Especially with the colossal hardon I was sporting. Moving into the familiar '69' position, I continued with my ministrations to her tender pussy. Lick, lick. Suck, suck. Kiss, kiss. Almost like dancing the waltz. I was creating a new category for the "Battered Woman" syndrome. In this case it was the lip-battered pussy. (Authors Note: I never hit a woman. Well, maybe a hearty smack on the ass; but that's with a willing wench. Never would I raise a hand in anger towards a woman.) Helen halted in her attention to Bubba. Turning my head, I peeked back to check her out; her face was flushed -- one hand was back over her mouth, the other covered her eyes shutting out the harsh afternoon light. A single tear of sweat was meandering its way down the valley between her breasts. She moved her hand from her mouth to her ringed nipple and pinched it, eliciting a soft moan. A gentle spasm rolled upwards from her center across her stomach. "Was it good for you Baby?" I inquired shamelessly, as I gazed now upon her lovely face. "Ummmmmmmaaaagghhh! You fuuuuckin' know it!" Was her lethargic retort. "Would you like me to rim your ass Honey? Cause I wanna stick it in there. I'm awful hard and I think your little pussy might be a bit tender right now." Dreamlike she responded, "Ummmmmm, 'kay. Like last night Hon?" "Better Baby." "Ummmmmmm, go for it," the lightest of whispers. Her hand grazed across my back in a tender caress. I decided to activate plan B before Helen dozed off. Dipping two fingers into her squishy cunt, I began lubricating the rosette guarding her anal canal. Helen's knees were weaving back and forth, so I took hold of them, interrupting their progress. Placing her legs on my shoulders caused Helen to slide towards me, affording me a better target of her hole. Leaning forward, my tongue commenced its initial foray into the black hole of Calcutta. (Okay, Okay. It's either rosy, pink or brown. Hey, gimme some literary license here, willya?) Helen slouched quietly, in a kind of mild, hazy attentiveness; the excessiveness of her orgasm must have left her weary in exhilarated fulfillment. As the sensations quieted, she twitched sporadically and she gently caressed her nipples, pulling on the ring occasionally and tweaking the other, trying to extract the utmost from her satisfaction. Tears of joy filled my eyes as I watched contentedly as an another series of tremors enveloped her. Helen grunted, "Ungh, Unghh," totally satisfied. Good, that was my signal to begin another assault. But before I did, Helen surprised me by speaking of Anne. In a soft monotone, Helen asked: "Do you recall what Anne said last night. I mean about when we first met her at the restaurant? How I suggested she come with me to the ladies room so I could help her dry her pussy? How she came at that very suggestion?" I halted my tongue's probing long enough to tell her I certainly recalled that Kodak moment among several others and then resumed a languid, soft kissing of her anus. "Well," Helen continued, "when we got to the ladies room it was empty. We soul-kissed and started dry-humping each other. I couldn't wait any longer and told her to sit on the counter and spread her legs..." Helen noticed what I was up to and casually remarked: "Ohhhh, that's nice lover, feels soooo good, please don't stop." And then she continued with her monologue. "She did, hoisting up her skirt to her hips as she complied. I pulled her panties to one side and tongued the shit out of her. She came so quickly I couldn't believe it. Anne wasn't kidding when she said she was hot. I tugged her off the counter and led her into a cubicle. I sat down on the toilet and she knelt down and ate me out. I was cuming when my ass hit the seat. She brought me off three times before we heard someone else enter the room. Whoever it was paid no attention to us. Of course we stopped what we were doing. When she left, we straightened ourselves out and returned to your table. I have to confess to you, I wanted her so much... " She began to cry. "I was a bad girl." Helen curled up into a fetus-like position. I tried to console her. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Helen began to sob. Most guys feel utterly useless at times like these. We can't really do anything but hold the woman and say something inane like, "there, there, it'll be alright." The funny thing is that's the right thing to do and say. It's the offer of comfort, or in this instance the forgiveness I bestowed that she had feared I wouldn't grant. "You don't understand," she sobbed, " I turned you away that night because I was bringing Anne over. I wanted her for myself." Now her nose was running too. I dabbed it with the sleeve of my robe. I had suspected as much, but really didn't care, especially since both girls had shared so much with me last night. I mean I'm all for a little indiscretion as long as it is really indiscreet. Now that it was out in the open, I told Helen emphatically that I'd guessed that to be the case and that I forgave her and Anne too. I didn't believe in keeping score in these matters, but expected to wander astray on occasion myself. "Oh! Oh! Oh... Of course you can. I... I... never meant to restrict you Honey." "Hey! Honey," coming right back at her, "I'm basically a one-woman guy. And you're that woman. But, every once in a while I'll be tempted. You know variety for the sake of it, no attachment..." My voice croaked. Was I really saying this? Was I going to get away with it? Not quite it appeared. Wiping away the last of her tears Helen sniffed, "And... on those occasions when I get an itch you won't mind if I let someone else scratch it for me either, will ya lover?" There was just a touch of venom in this last. I decided right then that Robert Rouak was wrong in his 1960's hypothesis that women are driven blindly by their cunts, not their minds or other hungers. Everyone is manipulated to some degree by their sexual drives, but factors like greed, envy, or love and human kindness are primary motivators as often as one's sexual appetite. For the record, I know that men are guided by their pricks into some very interesting and often embarrassing situations. Guided being the operational word here. (Panel discussion readers? "Okay... You Sir, in the third row, wearing the plaid shirt." "Oh? Who the hell is Robert Rouak? Look it up! " "Yes... the lady with the leather mask. No! No! Not you in the Donald Duck mask... the leather mask. Yes, Yes madam?" "What's a hypothesis? It's an extra gland at the end of a horse's dick!" "Where did this crowd come from?" "I'll try one more." "The gentleman with the tophat on. Is that a beaver hat? It is? Where the hell did you come by it? Never mind... your question Sir?" "Can you eat and fuck at the same time? We just covered that with the strawberries, damnit! Well, maybe we didn't cover it fully. I... I... [INSERT sound of gavel striking wooded block.] "This discussion is over!") Okay, okay, whose line is it anyway? Oh,... mine? Well, then... "Of course, lover," I replied, almost glumly. (Hey! I never said it was a fair world. I considered myself bested in this encounter.) "Good! Now my ass is ready for that rim job you promised. (Evidently, Helen thought she'd won the encounter as well.) With that, she turned around in the chair so that she now faced away from me and wriggled her ass in my face. Still on my knees, I slapped each cheek twice-- turning them the color of coral. Gripping them firmly, I applied extra pressure as I separated them and bent forward to tickle her rim with my tongue. Immediately, Helen started to moan and writhe. After a minute or so of this titillating play, her little bunghole loosened up sufficiently to permit my tongue some access. "Ohhh, James, that's nice. That's soooo nice." I detected a shiver or series of tremors as I tweaked a nipple. Time for a change in tactics. I rammed my thumb into her ass. It went in easily. This was rapidly followed by my pushing two fingers of my right hand into her cunt. Oomph! (Okay, folks... it's time to play Bowling for Dollars again!) "Play with yourself Helen, I commanded. "Rub that clit of yours! Make it pop Baby!" Her fingers were working faster than a harpist's before I finished speaking. I worked my fingers (and thumb) too. Using this grip, I lifted her several inches off the chair. Helen moaned and whimpered, as I swung her side-to-side and then pulled my fingers out -- then pushed them back -- before twisting first to the left and then right. As though on schedule, Helen's orgasm arrived. She glanced back at me even as it struck full force. "Uuunnnnnghhh! Nuhhhh! Oh shit! Ohhhhh shhhhitttt! Ohhhhhhh yes - you know what to do to me -- Ohhh... you bastard! Fuck your baby... ohhhhh! Fuck your baby good while she plays with herself..." She reached back with her other hand and squeezed Bubba. "Oh you're all big and hard again..." She released my cock and began tickling my balls. "And these are so soft!" My cock, which had softened considerably during my oral expeditions, began to rise to the occasion. It was well covered with precum. I now had two fingers working at widening her asshole. "Ohhhhh -- that's good. Yes play with me back there -- put your cock in... Oh lover, I'm so hot. I AM going to cum again! I can feel it on the way! Oh I love it when you fuck me!" Her ass seemed about ready for Bubba. In mind mind's eye I saw the submarine commander lowering the periscope and ordering the sub to dive. "Dive, Dive," I grunted. "What?" asked Helen. "Does this hurt Honey?" I grunted again, coming out of my reverie and pushing Bubba's head a little deeper. "Oh, no - it's tight but it's going in nice and easy. Kinda like the tip of your tongue going in there..." Slapping her ass hard, I told her she was a good girl and pushed in another inch. Helen groaned in pain and pleasure, then pushed her ass back at me, I managed another inch in there. I'm beginning to think I might get it all in today. "I'm not a good girl," she gasped, "I'm a filthy-mouthed little slut, and I love it when you fuck me. Please, please talk dirty to me." Wiping the sweat from my brow, I slapped her ass again and again. "I'm fuckin' your asshole, I'm turning it inside out, you bitch!" I slapped her ass again. "You cunt! You better be friggin' yourself, I never told you to stop!" "Ohhhh..." She wailed, " I am! I am! I feel your balls slapping my pussy... sooo soft!" I need no further urging. Increasing my tempo, I pulled almost all the way out of her ass, only to plow back in and repeated the process, moving in deeper with each thrust. Oh, the pressure of her constricted hole on my cock was heavenly. "I'm almost there," she cooed timidly; and then moving her ass in a circular fashion, she ground back against me. I was there too! "Uuunghh... uuunghh... uuuungh - ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I shot load after load into that backdoor corridor of hers. Taking a few seconds to catch my breath, I pulled out, watching a glob of cum drop to the floor. "Whew... very nice Lover. Very nice indeed." She picked up my limp cock with two fingers, noting the brown streaks Bubba now sported. "Let's get cleaned up -- maybe catch a movie or something." And holding her hand tight against her ass, Helen meandered into the shower. What could I say, I rose from my knees and followed. It was an action film. ------- 13. A Short trip to Hotlanta The once upon a time constant traveler was on the road again, this time, with a winsome companion. Oh, yeah, we made a charming couple, me casual, Helen looking like a Parisian model. The Delta flight was on time, our rental car was waiting and the Hotel Renascence downtown had our room prepared. The covers were down and the Godiva chocolate was on the pillows. Wow! Helen had never been to Atlanta, so we decided to do the tourist boogie. We looked out our 22nd floor window at the campus of Georgia Tech sprawling out before us. The entire area appeared to have been remodeled for the Olympics. Gone was the desolation that had surrounded the campus years earlier. Perhaps the streets were safer to stroll these days. Nahhhh! But the thought was nice. We got cleaned up, changed clothes and headed out to eat. Helen looked luscious in a black slipdress with a squared off neck revealing a healthy portion of her breasts and what she termed a fit and flared shape. Me, who the hell cares? Okay, okay, just for the cuddly woman in Tulsa with the orange sunglasses on. A black cashmere sport jacket over a lime colored tank top designed to show off my tan and black leather pants. Oh, and shiny black boots. Satisfied? Pano & Paul's' sported a lush, romantic décor and great service. Helen told me she felt self-conscious in this elegant place. "Helen," I said, "don't feel that way. You bring... No, you're the reason people with class come to this type place. You positively reek elegance. Now I know I'm putting it poorly... " She smiled over her glass; the wine had punctured some of her reserve. "Oh no," she said "you're doing very nicely," and she held her wineglass out to me. I refilled her wineglass. Helen's eyes were sparking and her smile was radiant. She took a sip of her wine and touched my calf with her shoeless foot. Her foot was working its way up my leg. "And so?" she smirked. "Nothing," I said, tight-lipped, reluctant to speak as my erection grew. She picked idly at her salad. I slowly twirled the stem of my wineglass between two fingers. Helen gazed up at the ceiling as if organizing her thoughts, as her toes massaged my tumescent cock. We were locked in on each other's eyes, but remained silent as we watched the waiter spoon generous portions of cold eggplant, onions, olives, artichokes, tomatoes, boiled eggs, sausage, and sardines onto our plates. I was reminded of the eating scene in that great movie Tom Jones, with Albert Finney. When the waiter left, Helen resumed her foot massage. For a brief moment I thought her toes were talented enough to open my fly. Funny what one's imagination can do to one. I set down my knife and fork down on my plate and reached down to caress her calf. Helen leaned back in her chair and I felt her other leg making its way towards my cock. I tilted my glass back and tossed off my wine, placed the glass next to my place setting, and slowly slid down beneath the cloth-covered table. It was a dim lighting that greeted me, but I was able to tell Helen had removed her panties in part because she had them dangling from one foot. (How the hell do you women manage these things?) I crawled closer and licked her ankle for starters. With an almost languid ambiance, Helen spread her legs further apart with each kiss rendered to her. And kiss her I did. Her calves, the back of her knees, her soft creamy thighs... until a warm, velvety, Jell-O textured, moist pussy-de-fragrance emerged from her puffed up lips as she clamped her thighs around my head. Oh, the lady did carry on. I tolerated this simply because there is almost nothing nicer than the embrace of a woman's thighs holding you close to what you've spent most of your adult life trying to get back into. While I was savoring a sauce the chef could never duplicate I heard our waiter inquire of Helen if everything was all right. "Ummm, yes. It's exquisitely good. Thank you." In due course, she relaxed her thighs and I was free to return to my other meal. Licking my lips (for a change) I said, "Yum, yum, " and feigned a burp. Her pussy didn't repeat on me later in the evening either, the way the damn sausage and sardines did. Ugh! What a combination! Never again, but that pussy-de-fragrance, now I'll have an order to go anytime. Later, on the ride back to the hotel, Helen told me that as I licked my way up towards her pussy, she had continued eating-all the while, noting several patrons bearing witness to our actions. Apparently, most either didn't realize or couldn't accept what was happening before their eyes. Helen reveled in telling me of one particular couple across the room, with whom she maintained eye contact all the while, who seemed mesmerized watching our activities. Helen began giggling as she related how the woman had clutched her breast, while the man lowered his hand to his lap beneath the table, probably squeezing his cock. To enhance their close inspection, Helen had pursed her lips and whistled a stream of cool air on her steaming pasta and then with a soft sucking sound, swept her spoon clean. I happened to choose that moment to brush her clit with my tongue for the first time. She'd shuddered, shaking her head, causing her gold loop earrings to sway gently against her cheeks, and continued eating. Helen looked across the room and watched, permitting a sleight smile to cross her face, as the voyeurs quickly reached a silent agreement between themselves, and the man called for the check, paid it, and left with some urgency--their dinner almost untouched. I smiled, formed a mental image of Meg Ryan and inquired if anyone had asked their waiter for what she was having. On returning to the hotel, Helen stopped the elevator on the 9th floor and pulled my zipper down. Helen knows how to give great head and it didn't take long. No this hotel didn't have glass doors, try the Hyatt for that mode of exhibitionism. We were so tired we went directly to bed. A righteous end to a wonderful day. Hours later we fell asleep. The next day was spent sight-seeing. We managed to visit the CNN newsroom, Coca-Cola's exhibit, an art museum and a lovely botanical garden. Of course, sandwiched in between there was a bit of shopping. We returned to the hotel about five. I took a nap. Helen, still full of energy, went for a stroll around Georgia Tech's campus. I woke up to find Helen beside me. It was five after nine. I jumped in the shower, careful not to wake my sleeping beauty. "Hah! Fat chance. She was beside me as soon as the water heated up. Grabbing the shampoo, Helen asked, "Where are we going to eat?" "How hungry are you? I know I'm starving." "You always are. Would you like some Chinese?" "Well," I countered, "Atlanta has a great oriental section. There's Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Indian, and Vietnamese, and I probably left some out, but they're all along one boulevard, at least most of them are." I continued to lather my cock and balls. She was lathering her breasts at this point and good ole Bubba suddenly interested perked up. Helen gave out with a silly laugh. "All we can think about is eating... if not food then each other." I jabbed Bubba at her groin, "Silly girl, what do you think vacation's are for?" "Ummmmm," she smiled, rinsing the last of the soap from her body and dancing out of the shower. "Well I'm hungry... and we're on vacation." With that she produced an excellent imitation of the old bump-and-grind, (Vaa-Vaa-Vooom!) and headed for the bedroom to finish dressing. "Ya know," I started to say; "the restaurants are open late in this town." Helen ignored my comment, challenging me instead with, "I'll be ready before you. I'll wait for you in the lobby." This of course, was true. Helen was faster than I in getting ready. This was a facet of her character that both fascinated and infuriated me. I felt better as I rode down to the lobby with a gorgeous brunette, who flirted with me (in my mind) all the way into the lobby. Helen was enjoying a favorite sport of hers, people watching. Although in her French blue satin dress, with Chinese embroidery made somewhat more exotic by the V-notched neckline that revealed a lot of Helen's charms as did the slit up the side, the odds were more people were watching her. She kissed me on the cheek in greeting and whispered, "I'm not wearing my thongs sweetheart." Never, well... hardly ever stuck for an answer I replied, "And I'm wearing a French tickler, cock-a-doodle-doo." Ignoring my inane comment, she pointed behind me and stammered excitedly, "I thought I saw Mickey Rourke leaving the bar." I shrugged my shoulders and said, "They have some famous actors staying here. I heard someone say they're making a movie nearby." Putting on a worldly air and acting like a worldly person, I added casually, "Ya see 'em alla time in this town." All the while steering Helen through the lobby, studying the passersby, hoping to locate a famous face to prove my point. The only thing I proved was my boorish behavior. We passed through the revolving doors and into a cab waiting at the front of the hotel. Soon we were sitting side by side in a little booth in a small Vietnamese restaurant and lounge; and having finished our meal, we were behaving exactly like a pair of rabbits in rutting season. The place had a tiny dance floor and Helen urged me to get out there with her and show my stuff. Reluctantly, I accepted the challenge. Oh, you can be sure there were several other couples out there-- I wasn't putting on an exhibition. In fact, I'm a lousy dancer, but Helen wanted to dance and so... I hauled my erection out there on the postage stamp sized floor and found myself wedged tightly against Helen and three other couples. As a group we bumped and jounced each other somewhat gleefully as we gave a hilarious imitation of a slow moving pinball machine. The ladies giggled and we guys smiled at each other as if to say "Let's enjoy this, just don't step on my cock." We stayed touching that way throughout the number. The next tune was another slow ballad and I figured it wasn't such a bad situation -- I had Helen's pussy grinding into my crotch and other girl's ass jostling against mine. One look in that girl's eyes told me she was ready for action and I knew Helen was, since she was licking my neck and singing softly, "Bubba's been a bad boy, need's a blow job." To the Eberly Brothers old rock number "Bird-Dog. Just as I was about to put my notion of a double to the other guy, he pulled her off the dance floor, paid the check and left. It was small consolation that his girl was looking back over her shoulder at us all the way out the door. Helen crooned into my ear, "Did we miss a golden opportunity babykins?" and ground her cunt into me - bumpity, bump, bump. I'm a bird dog. Having Helen horny in a public place usually means we're about to have some kind of sex. We left the dance floor and scouted the restaurant out, eventually deciding on the telephone booth. It was secluded and off in a dark corner, and we'd never done it that way before. The staff would have to go out of their way to pass it. It was very private. What's more we had grown fond of the coziness of cramped quarters. Leaving the door open to keep the interior light off, we crammed into the booth. Immediately, I had Helen's dress up around her hips and my hands under the cheeks of her ass; the tips of my fingers were just inside her cunt-- in the lip lining as it were. Neither of us spoke. I glanced out on the dance floor. The two couples remained and although there was more room to maneuver, they remained in tight formation, grinding away. I wondered if they could see us. Helen began to shudder as I lifted her off the ground and raised her gently up and down on the end of my cock. Her hand pulled my head next to hers and she wrapped her legs around me closer than I thought possible and pulled me deep inside her. For a moment there, I thought she'd gone crazy the way she began to act. But, I knew her she was perfectly sane. She was in heat. I relished the feeling of her tightness on me. Helen appeared to share my sensitivity as the friction of my lazy thrusting on her touchy inner membranes caused her whisper huskily in my ear, "Leave it in lover, ahhhhhhh! That's soooooo nice. Don't ever take it out. Ohhh, did I ever tell you you're the most delicious fuck I've ever had?" "No, baby. But Annie did. I was waitin' for you to speak up." "Ohhhhh, you bastard! I... I... Ay yai yai! I hate you! Ohhh, I love you! Ohhhhh! Cummin' cummin' ohhhhhh, I'm cummin'! Her climax came quickly and continued in rapid succession while I held her like that in the air. As she came, I slipped two very slimy fingers up her ass. I don't think she noticed. Her perfume and sexual odors were suffocating me. Part of me wanted to keep my cock deep within, enjoying the muscular clamps applied by her cunt. I resumed pumping, but at a slower pace. Helen's cunt muscles were still active; their contractions were milking my cock. Then I pulled out of Helen before I came and led her out of the booth. Feeling a need for more room and not giving a damn if the world came to an end, I asked her to lie down on the floor beside the booth, next to a potted palm. Her hair was messed and her purse had spilled open and her lipstick and some change tumbled out. I slammed my cock into her while she clawed my neck and back with her nails. Helen was flopping like a landed fish; she was sopping wet and squirting cum all over us. I had one of those hardons that seemed to last forever, I wasn't about to cum anytime soon. I looked on as though from a distance noting every quiver and jolt she made. Her face evoked an expression of intense pain. Finally, I decided to finish my fuck by putting it up her ass. But when she felt my cock slipping out of her she began to cry. "Hush up, baby, I'm not finished. I'm goin' in the back door." Helen balked a little at first, "My God, if we get caught?" "We've gone this far, no one gives a damn Helen. Come on, I'm almost in there." I worked my cock around the rim of her ass, lubricating it judiciously. Now she got anxious. "Oh yes, oh yes, do it, do it," she gibbered. That got me really excited. I started pumping for all I was worth and glancing over Helen's shoulder I saw both couples motionless on the dance floor, watching us. One woman was clutching her breast, while her partner rubbed her cunt. The other guy was dry humping his girl's ass while her hand reached behind her, probably squeezing his cock. I didn't care. Let 'em watch. Helen's sphincter closed down on my cock and I could still feel the contractions of her cunt as I came and came and came until my cock slipped from her cunt, shriveled up and hiding in my sacs. Her hands still clawed at my neck, which now felt as if it were on fire. I reached back and touched the burning area. I cursed as I saw my blood covered fingers. She'd torn my neck up. Scratch one tank top too. I felt Helen groping around with her hands searching... until she found my wrinkled up prick. She took it into her miraculous mouth and Lazarus rose up from the dead. She caressed it with her tongue. Fanfuckintastic! The next thing I knew, her feet were around my poor neck and I was sucking on her twat like Johnny B. Goode. Looking around to see what more attention we might have drawn, I saw a couple fucking on the dance floor. He'd hiked her dress up over her hips and pulled her pantyhose down around her ankles and was slamming it to her. The other couple was nearer to us, that girl had her ass in the air and he was fucking her doggy-style. All of them were watching us. Shit! We'd started an orgy! I had to fuck Helen's pussy again. Turning her over, I entered her from behind. We were face to face with the other couple --all four of us doing the dog. Helen was squirming like an eel and started to come again-- long, drawn out agonizing orgasms-- with a whimpering and gibbering that reminded me of the kid in 'The Exorcist.' Helen flat out scared the hell out of me. The other couple crawled closer to us. Now they were only four or five feet away. The guy was pumping for all he was worth and the girl seemed fixed on Helen and I. I pulled out of Helen and placed my cock in front of the other girl's face. She grinned lewdly and opened her mouth wide looking for all the world like a lovesick bass and I shot my load into her mouth and across her forehead and nose. Then all hell broke loose as the Vietnamese owner took notice of what was going on. Screaming Vietnam curses at us; he attacked the couple on the dance floor first. Since his girl was straddling him, he was at a disadvantage and the owner, a diminutive but stocky fella, got a few good shots in. He even caught the girl on the jaw by accident. Finally, the guy got untangled and started to rise up, giving as good as he got. Helen and I were transfixed. The remaining couple also remained frozen in place. The girl on the dance floor staggered to her feet only to fall down with the first step because her pantyhose were down around her ankles. I started to laugh at the absurdity of the situation as the guy punched the owner out with a roundhouse right. Too bad for him though, as other Vietnamese poured out of the kitchen and jumped all over the couple. The guy crumbled to his knees and took a shot in the head from a little guy wielding a big frying pan. He was down for the count, bleeding profusely from behind the ear. Two other Vietnamese were now holding the girl. A third was quick to notice her pantyhose around her ankles and spread her legs apart preparing to eat her exposed pussy. The four of us on the sidelines had fixed our attire and readied ourselves for an attack that never came. The girl was screaming and trying to beat them off and that diverted their attention from us. We could hear the police sirens approaching as we prepared to exit. The other girl's wiping my cum from her forehead and had this strange expression on her face. Sometimes you see it at ringside When a boxer's being pummeled and the sheer savagery of it excites the woman to the point of orgasm. I grabbed Helen by the arm and told her to take the other woman out the front door and to wait for us about a block away. They headed for the door. I asked her boyfriend if he was ready. "Yeah, " he growled, " let's kick some gook ass." The owner was sitting up, but still appeared dazed. I kicked the cunt-lapper in the head, sending him sprawling into the solid base of a wooden booth. We were bigger than the remaining two kitchen helpers. The one I went for broke and ran for the kitchen. My partner put his elbow into the last one's neck and stunned him. He went to his knees and I kicked him in the sternum. That finished him. We left the couple laying on the dance floor and were out the door walking briskly almost halfway down the block when the first squad car pulled up. We turned the corner and realized the girls had gone in the opposite direction. My new partner whistled a taxi to the curb and introduced himself as we headed for the girls. "I'm Jerry," he said. "You handled yourself pretty good out there." "Thanks. My name's James, err... your elbows bleeding by the way. "Oh... aw, it's nothin'," he said laconically. "Yo, driver, pull over there by those two girls, and then take us to 356 West Peachtree. Helen was the first to join us in the cab. "James this is Henny, Henny -- James." Helen extended her hand to Jerry," and you must be the well hung stud named Jerry that Henny's can't stop talking about," she showed a lot of teeth when she smiled at him. She settled herself in by sitting on my lap. Henny followed her into the cab depositing her pert little ass on Jerry's lap. I had to admit to a pang of jealousy from the attention that Helen had given Jerry. But it evaporated when Henny provided a flash of leg all the way to her hairy pussy when she first crossed and then slowly uncrossed them. Jerry promptly slid his hand up Henny's dress and began finger-fucking her. She leaned back against him, closed her eyes and opened her legs wide enough that everyone in the cab could follow the action. "How 'bout somma that action James? Helen whispered in my ear prior to laving it with her talented tongue. Priding myself on being ambidextrous, I inched one hand along Helen's thigh until I located her quiffling muff. Shit! If it had had a voice, it would have purred. Then I reached over and cupped Henny's breast, eventually tugging and pinching her nipple. Her eyes stayed closed. But a smile lit up her face and she deftly completed a movement not unlike the left-hand crossover in "Chopsticks," reaching across herself and leaning slightly as if she were craning to see something outside the cab window, and lightly squeezed the swelling member in my crotch. It took ten minutes, to complete one of the better cab rides in recent memory, before we pulled into the driveway of a very attractive high rise. Helen returned her breast to the cup inside her dress and Jerry licked his lips in appreciation, savoring the taste of her nipples. "How high are you Jerry?' I asked. A startled Jerry responded, "I don't do... Oh, you mean what floor..." I moved fast to clear the air of any impropriety. "Yeah, do you have a terrific view or what?" Henny answered my question a fraction of a second before Jerry did. "Twenty-third..." And Jerry spouted out, "Twenty-fourth. Actually, it's kind of a two story duplex." Henny continued unabated. "And it's a wonderful view from the bedroom. You can see the whole park." She sighed as Jerry removed his hand and let her slide off his lap and up against Helen and I. Jerry insisted on paying for the ride. "Hey, we were coming this way anyway, come on up." There was a natural switching of partners after entering the elevator. Henny ground her pussy hard against my leg. "What's his dick look like Helen," Henny smirked, trying to look coquettish. "Let's see," Helen said, answering slowly, pondering for the right words. "Henny, don't pass out when he drags that knuckled, fluted, lunging, self-motivated tentacle and waves it in your face." She paused for an even greater dramatic effect, "You were watching him screw me in the booth, right?" Puzzled, Henny said, "Yeah?" "Did you see him come?" "Oh, yeah," Henny replied happily, "from point-blank range." "Yes!" Helen trilled, "I remember now, I'd forgotten in all the excitement. You took it right in the face." Helen chastised me. "James, that was nasty of you." The elevator doors were opening on twenty-three as Helen faced Jerry and said, "Jerry, you're gonna return the favor to me, right?" "Baby, I'm gonna put it wherever you little heart desires." "Oooooo, James," she cooed at me as she rubbed her pussy against Jerry, "he's giving me the shivers." "That means she likes you Jerry," I smiled, rubbing my hand along Henny's curvaceous buttocks as we left the elevator. The door to Jerry's place opened to reveal a great entrance hall about three stories high. Momentarily dizzy from looking up, I steadied myself and focused on what had to be a copy of a great equestrian statue centered in the hall showing the condottiere, * but with Jerry's head chiseled in granite on the shoulders of the rider. *Okay, I'll save ya a trip to the word dispenser, it's a statue of the leader of a band of mercenaries in Italy around the15th century. Got it? See? We learned ya something today that I myself learned yesterday. And now, we return you to our rapturous description of an overly ornate joint. Be patient. Sex will follow. You might use this as an opportunity to wash your hands of that sticky goo in case you've printed this and want to turn pages. "What a job we had getting that in here," Jerry said. "How'd ya like the idea of my head being up there?" In an aside to Helen I whispered, "Better than up your ass, Jerry." Helen heard me and went giddy on me. I followed, like an eight year old in church. It was easy to do considering the situation. Helen was first to recover her sensibilities. "It's... awesome. Who was it... before... you? "Bartolommeo Colleoni. He was a great 15th century land pirate. It's 1 1/2 time's actual size. Verrocchio's work," Jerry offered, beaming with pride. "Of course," I replied knowingly. (Hey! There are times when you have to act intelligent.) Helen actually indicated her intelligence by asking, "May I assume that you make your living selling real estate Jerry?" Beaming, Jerry put his arm around her waist saying, "Buying property too, Helen. Buying and selling, I'm known as the Trump of Atlanta." He goggled. "An Henny here's well known as the Tramp of Atlanta!" He guffawed. We could tell Jerry had told this story before. Jerry continued his spiel, "Welcome to my home folks," he said giggling. "It ain't much, but it'll do 'til I'm a billionaire." Still giggling, he waved his arm for us to follow him. He led us on a march across rooms and along corridors and galleries, which looked out on garden terraces containing what I took to be miniature apple trees. We wound up in a study about 30 x 30 looking for all the world like an English Gentleman's Club. Jerry pressed a stud on the wall and nine shelves of glistening bottles were slowly revealed. Helen pinched my ass and sotto voice said, "Do you believe this?" "We don't entertain that much here," Jerry informed us. "Most clients want glitz and gash. So mostly I rent one of the nude strip clubs for a couple hours. Almost always helps tuh close the sale." Henny chimed in, "Oh yeah, remember the Arch-Bishop?" Irked, Jerry scowled at her. "We don't need tuh bring that up Henny!" Turning the scowl into a winsome smile, Jerry asked us, "What'll yah have?" Helen opted for a glass of wine and when I saw Jerry rummaging for a corkscrew, I told him to make that two. Henny chose a martini and unsurprisingly, Jerry did too. As he mixed the drinks Henny casually brushed her hand along her upper thigh and told us, "Jerry had three different interior decorators working at the same time here and they never met!" I felt this called for a comment and since Helen was making a point of taking a perpetual sip from her glass, I offered my opinion. "It is -- it is -- well!" I was stumped for words. "Jerry promised himself the best when he started to hit the big time." Henny paused to accept the martini from Jerry; "Suddenly he owned control of eleven real estate companies. She lifted her own glass then stared at him longingly over its rim as she sipped. Jerry gazed back into Henny's eyes for a moment, then reached down and adjusted himself. His boner was obvious to everyone in the room. He checked me out and I was on the rise myself as the preliminaries were coming to their natural conclusion. Jerry interrupted the momentary silence by saying, "Let's check the bedroom out ladies and gentlemen, after all, that's why we're all here." And started to leave the room. Helen raised her glass and said in a deep-throated voice, "I'll drink to that my long dicked friend." She emptied her wineglass, placed it on the bar and followed on Jerry's heels. I watched her leave then turned back to Henny and said, "I suppose if we got lost enroute, you'd know a guide that can help us find the way back to the outpost?" "Whatever do you mean?" Henny grinned and started shedding her clothes. I joined in making it a race of sorts. When we were naked as jaybirds, I took her into my arms and kissed her long and feverously. Henny had a very active tongue. Eventually we broke the clinch to gasp for air. I was playing with her nipples and glancing around the room when I saw something unusual. "Henny?" "Ummm, yes James?" "Those round shaped water pitchers, They seem to be everywhere, what are they?" "Oh, those. Well, they're crystal pitchers covered with cheesecloth to keep the random insect out." Henny explained that each pitcher held a supply of Japanese Mushroom Tea, which equated to a jar of Instant Erections, marinated and sustained. I listened attentively as Henny recited the recipe and later tested it out successfully. Later, I provided the recipe to Helen, but when Helen and I returned to her abode, and made up a batch, the stuff had no effect. I guess Helen bought the wrong mushrooms -- or maybe it was the local water-- or, could I have gotten the recipe wrong? Henny led me into another sumptuous bedroom. "The Green Room," she said. Need I elaborate? The Weather Channel was on the wide-screen television as we entered the ballroom-sized bedroom. No, it wasn't the Weather Channel--it was a porno film mimicking the Weather Channel. It seemed that sex was everywhere in this environment. For example, even the weather girl had a medianly saucy ass, mean-average tits, and low-pressure thighs. It was a very pleasant forecast. Henny picked up the remote and switched channels. Well now! This was even better! There were Helen and Jerry in the master suite. Henny turned the sound up and lay down on the bed next to me. We watched the screen. "You must suffer terribly from tension," a kneeling, naked Helen told Jerry who grimaced as she firmly pressed her thumbs into Jerry's shoulders. "Some degree of tension is inevitable," Jerry shrugged, but her hands felt too good to end the massage abruptly," he got philosophical and said, "In order to have life, we must have tension." Jerry took a deep breath then exhaled. "Sexual tension?" she inquired, wondering what particular act this would lead to. "Men have stresses," she purred. "Men have to be helped." "Well thanks, but I hadn't noticed my own tension to be such a significant issue." She leaned more weight into her hands, seeking to relieve the tension deep within the muscle tissue. He groaned and told her she'd found a knot and to please work it out. She went after it relentlessly. At this point, Henny swooped down on my hapless prick and gobbled it up. It felt good. I continued watching Helen in action. She was kneading Jerry's buttocks now having finished with his calves and upper thighs. Leaning forward, Helen asked Jerry, "Tell me if this hurts Jerry, and I'll stop." "Mmmmmm, 'kay," he murmured, and then went rigid as though an electric current was surging through his body as Helen ran her tongue around the rim of his ass. Her tongue darted quickly, lightly flicking his asshole. Still straddling Jerry, she maneuvered herself forward a bit, and started to suck his ass with her mouth. "Arrrrrghhh! Jerry screamed. He hunched forward and struggled to his knees, pushing his ass into Helen's face as she continued to suck and probe his sensitive rectum. Filing that away for a future request under 'special favors, ' I pulled Henny's head further down on my cock. Finding no resistance there, I resumed my monitoring the action next door. Jerry still hunched over, was jerking off a rather long cock, as Helen devoured his asshole. As his stokes increased in speed he whirled around and was eye to eye with Helen. "Here I cum baby!" Helen immediately engulfed him in her mouth. But Jerry still stroking frantically pulled it out and shot his load directly into her face and hair. When he'd finished ejaculating, Jerry used his hands to spread his cum like a mudpack on her face. Then he moved down to her pussy and opened her petals with both hands and lowering his face, started to suck out her fallopian tubes. It was time for me to pay more attention to Henny. I extracted myself from her mouth, mentally awarding her a Ph.D. in cocksucking. The girl was good! But I didn't want to cum so soon, after all I'd cum twice in the restaurant. Her cunt was sopping wet. My fingering, the TV and a fertile imagination had combined to create that situation. "What a beautiful body you have," Henny murmured huskily, "Ummmm, those scrumptious streamlined muscles," (Obviously Henny was referring to my arms.) and, ohhhh, your back was made for a woman to hold," she sighed. I could get used to this kind of treatment. Henny's fingernails gently scratched their way across my buttocks and down my thighs. "My what nice dimpled cheeks you have. And look here at those powerful thighs--ummmmm," she started a series of butterfly kisses along my upper thighs and worked downward. Henny's sucked in her breath and said," No more talking, my tongue has better things to do to you Sugah," and her tongue licked between my toes, but Henny's pussy moved into line with my face. Hey, when in Rome... But Henny didn't shut up, moving back up my leg she said, "I'm gonna make you squirm, ohh yeah. Look attcha, your cock is soooo big and soooo hard... I'm getting goosebumps in my pussy. Go on, see for yourself, Sugah," she husked sexily, moving her mouth further up my thigh, nipping and biting and kissing until she reached my balls, which she devoured. While I was paying attention to Henny's activities, I was also engrossed in the exploration of the fattest outer lips I'd ever encountered. The lip on one side of her vagina filled my mouth. As I ministered to it, Henny voiced her approval by keening out, "Ohhh that's sooooo nice, sooooo nice James." Then there was silence except for the wet sucking sounds we both made as we dined on each other. "Here James," she said, "only for you baby. It's wonderful," she sighed, kissing my balls and nipping at the flesh just under them, then I felt her tongue probe into my rectum and raised my hips up because the feeling was wonderful to experience. "Oh, lookout Helen, here's some rough competition," I thought, as Henny started sucking my asshole inside out. After several minutes of this treatment I was squirming like an eel and almost slithered off the bed. Henny replaced her mouth with first one and then a second finger and while gently frigging me this way, moved up and kissed me on the mouth. It was a long kiss and I was very glad I'd taken a long and through shower earlier. She broke the kiss and leered at me. "Your turn, eat my ass cowboy," and spun around presenting her ass to my face. "Ya Hoo, ride 'em cowboy." There was a wispy perfumed fragrance waiting for me floating above her rosy rim. I pursed my lips and descended to a surprisingly soft shithole. Flicking my tongue out in snake-like fashion I slowly circled her rosebud. Henny shivered with delight. "Ohhh yeah, James. Do me man, do me good." I did my best. Taking my thumbs I spread her cheeks apart. Deciding to help out, Henny placed both her hands on her ass cheeks and separated them even more. The bud opened to my tongue and I laved my way inside, sucking and licking and slurping. Having established a beachhead inside, I put my right hand to other use by inserting two fingers into Henny's cunt. I was amazed at the tightness of her cunt-- having expected it to have more elasticity then what I encountered. Finally, I could stand it no longer; my cock had been fully engorged for twenty minutes and was crying out for action. I broke the surprisingly tight seal with Henny's ass and pulled her mouth to mine. Her tongue writhed against mine. We sucked each other's lips, swapped spit and checked one another for cavities. It was Henny who ended it. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard!" Henny roared out like a war whoop. I certainly tried my best. As I noted earlier, her pussy was kinda tight and there was some difficulty in getting it firmly established with me on top. We switched and as Henny squatted above me and lowered herself onto my pole, she managed to eat the whole thing. Henny's ability to use her muscles to draw me deeper into her was most pleasant. Once I was all the way inside her, she held me there for a moment or two, and then with eyes closed she raised herself up until only the head of my cock remained inside her. Opening her eyes, she looked directly into mine and said, "Let's fuck Cowboy!" We did that. In fact we fucked like socks in a washing machine, tumbling over and over, falling off the bed, (I know I hurt something but was long past caring.) and rolling around on the floor, established a terrific rhythm. I fucked like a crazy man. Sweat poured off the two of us and finally I shouted out, "I'm cuming baby! Here I cum!" And as I ejaculated deep inside Henny, she made a gurgling sound, followed by a series of grunts, "Huuhh, huhhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ahhh, baby! Baby! Yesss! Oh, yesss! We lay on the floor panting. We were finished for a while, or so I thought. Henny's hands floated over my body. "James?" "Yes, Henny?" I said raising my arm to wipe the sweat from my eyes and following that doing the same for Henny. "That was a fantastic fuck." She whispered. "It truly was. Jerry's great, but you topped him. I'm whispering like this 'cause they can see and hear us too." I looked up at the screen and saw Helen and Jerry waving to us. I gave a weak wave back and I suppose I smiled as well. "Bravo! Bravo!' Jerry exclaimed. "That was world class fucking James. Hey Henny, you're gonna have to go some to top that performance, and I'm the one you're gonna top it with." Henny laughed and said, "Right on baby. He found my spot right off. Whew! I like action but there's such a thing as too much." Jerry laughed. Helen laughed. In tandem they said come on in here guys. Jerry added, "Let's have a foursome." Henny and I helped each other up. We were both on shaky legs. "Lets have us some of that Japanese Mushroom Tea James, I know you'll benefit from it." Putting robes on, we headed for the main ballroom where Helen and Jerry waited. I sipped my tea, which tasted lousy, but found myself beginning to stir as I watched Henny take Helen in her arms and softly begin sucking on her lips. With Helen's first moan I was fully erect, but Jerry motioned me to let the girls get it on. Henny moved to Helen's breasts, warming her nipples with her tongue. Helen, in turn was stroking Henny's hair with one hand while holding her head tightly against her breast. Henny shifted position so that she now lay alongside Helen. God, they were both beautiful to behold, Henny squeezed Helen's breasts hard. I watched as Helen grimaced with the pain and then surrendered to the pleasure as Henny bit on her nipples. Helen's fingers were tracing a circular pattern on Henny's ass. I squeezed my cock hard to keep from coming, wondering what the hell was in that tea that was causing this reaction. Henny was leaving a trial of kisses along Helen's stomach and Helen's pelvis arched up to meet them. The only sound in the room was the slurping of Henny's wet kisses and a hushed panting from both women. Glancing over at Jerry I found him slowly jerking off. I looked down and discovered I was doing the same. Finally, Henny had slithered down between Helen's legs and gently moved them apart, pausing to gaze in lust filled rapture at the shaven cunt before her. In a dream-like state, Henny began nibbling on Helen's thighs. Helen lay there eyes closed, quivering in anticipation. Henny used her thumbs to separate Helen's lips. I think Helen came a split second before Henny's lips met hers. As she cried out in a tone all to familiar to me. I watched in fascination as Henny's tongue went to work, causing Helen to wrench the sheet up and loose from it's mooring. Henny's tongue moved rapidly and relentlessly working in side and outside Helen's cunt. But staying away from her clit. Between Henny's saliva and Helen's juices, it was awful wet at the junction between Helen's legs. I looked at Jerry and he signaled me to wait a little longer. I dropped my cock and squatted next to the girls, getting a better view. I saw Helen's stomach muscles tense, and contract as she trembled through a series of spastic like thrusts, completely out of control. I had never seen Helen this way before. Henny moved her further apart with her fingers and pushed directly on top of her clit with her tongue. I watched as the tip of it moved rapidly across Helen's clit and she started building towards a new level of excitement. Henny changed tactics at this point and licked Helen hard and flat with her tongue. She jammed four of her fingers into Helen's well-lubricated hole and twisted her hand about as she sucked and licked Helen's clit. Henny's tongue must have been nearing its limit but I guess the sucking gave it a respite dearly needed. She kept it up. Helen began to cum again. As her pelvic region rose and fell in jackhammer fashion, almost a blur. Henny had her entire hand up Helen's hole now--to the wrist and was turning it this way and that, each motion brought new stimulus to Helen's g-spot and Henny never let go of her clit either. My God this girl could eat pussy! Helen was in the midst of the longest series of orgasms she'd ever experienced. And Henny kept at it until Helen finally pushed her away. Jerry immediately started licking Henny's hand and wrist. I wet my cock in Helen's juices and lifted Henny so her ass was presented to me and started fucking her doggy-style. Henny climaxed immediately, and gripped my cock firmly preparing to milk it. Jerry presented his cock to Henny's mouth and it was eagerly accepted. I continued with a slow deep stoke I love to use in the middle of a fuck marathon. The women love it and I last a hell of a lot longer. Ease it almost all the way out and pause for a two-second count and then ram it in to the hilt. Henny let me know she favored this technique quickly enough, pulling Jerry's cock from her mouth to holler, " Yes! That's the ticket, ohhh, yeah, more of that kinda fuckin' James my man!" I leaned forward and kissed her on the neck, but she had Jerry's dick careening down her throat, (I could actually feel it moving around in there!) and she paid me no attention. Then I felt Helen licking my balls. I turned and smiled down at her, letting go of Henny's waist to ruffle Helen's hair which was damp and sticking to her forehead. I decided to try something new for me. I had Helen straddle Henny while facing me and I leaned forward and kissed her. Her lips had never felt as soft before. She was simply luscious. I instructed Helen to lay back on Henny and thereby present her cunt to me. It worked although it was a balancing act. I pumped in and out of Henny and paused to suck Helen's cunt. This allowed me to continue without coming for the longest time. In fact Jerry disrupted things by shifting position. Now he wanted to fuck Helen. Helen lay on her back with her legs high up on Jerry's shoulders. Jerry eased into her cunt and, much the same as I had fucked Henny, renewed the old in and out. Henny returned to her spot between Helen's legs, licking her ass and sucking her twat and occasionally teasing Jerry balls. Henny's ass loomed before me and I took my best shot at it. Henny was adept at anal fucking. Penetration was easy. I saw her peeking through her legs at me and started a different attack. Two strokes up her ass-pull out and two stroke into her cunt. Henny grunted her approval, but it was tiring and eventually I stayed in her throbbing cunt and slipped two fingers into her ass. She started coming, I could feel her quake and then saw the cum flowing out of her on my in stroke. Finally I came and collapsed along side her. I heard Jerry bellowing out his climax as he unloaded into Helen--had she ever stopped cuming? I lay my head on her belly and waited until she calmed down. Jerry brewed himself some tea and in no time at all resumed fucking Henny, this time he was standing up holding Henny, her ass cheeks cradled in his hands-Henny doing most of the work now with her legs wrapped firmly around him. She adroitly milked his cock while he chewed on her nipples. Helen and I dozed off. They let us sleep for three hours and woke us to join them for a late night snack--of food. Then we all fucked Helen again and again. At first she turned crimson with lust. After a time, her body, covered with sheen of sweat, could only lurch this way and that, totally out of control. Dawn came and went. Henny had her over and over. I had her a second time and again a third. And Jerry, fortified with his Japanese tea was unmerciful, hammering away at every orifice in her body. Toward the end, Helen's mouth gaped wide open, distorted as though smiling the rictus of the dead, which she nearly was. Cum drooled from the side of her mouth after our pricks left it filled with sperm. Her eyes were rolled back in their sockets, her tongue lolled out the side of her mouth. She emitted a low cry over and over as if it were a mantra. "Cock... cock... cock... cock... cock... " Her back arched, and her pelvis thrust forward to meet each inward stroke of his cock. I'd never experienced anything like it. Helen's climaxes were rolling in like waves, one after another with no pause in between. "Cock... cock... cock..." We caught an afternoon flight home. Helen was quiet except for one memorable remark. "God, these mini vacations really wear one out, don't they. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2004-03-02 Last Modified: 2004-03-05 / 12:00:00 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------